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"Just let things happen." I don't remember what exactly it was that Gabriel said that in response to on that night in Kuala Lumpur. Something to do with travel plans, I'm sure. But let's just say that at that moment it resonated. When he had said those words I was doing one of those silly things I do where I sit with my arm over the arm rest of my chair, dangling my fingers over the side so that he might accidentally brush against them. At one point his arm did end up next to mine, fingers gracefully touching. He rested...

To be fair, I did, actually, leave the hostel on my last day in Kuala Lumpur. I strolled out of bed, too late for breakfast, again, at about 11. I sat down with the unnamed traveler for a bit before heading off for a stroll through Chinatown and to get some lunch. My plan for the day was actually to get some laundry done (I'll be honest, I smell) and make out a plan for where I was going the next day. I still really had no idea....

After maybe three hours of sleep I woke up at 9:30am to grab breakfast. I probably should have wasted away my day in bed. Like a normal person would do. But no, I wanted to actually try to do something in Kuala Lumpur. And I had told Eming the night before that I'd meet her at 10am to go to the top of the KL Tower. And so I went down, ate my eggs and beans, and then we headed off. We headed out for some curry before going back to the hostel. She had to leave for her next town and...

After waking up early in Singapore. After checking out of my hostel and walking to the bus station. After arriving at 10:30am and buying a bus ticket for noon. After being told "but you can get on that one that is leaving now." After surviving passport control. After 6 hours on a bus, listening to music and staring out the window pretending I was in a movie. I arrived in Kuala Lumpur. I had directions to a hostel — Reggae Mansion — but they were from the bus station and I certainly wasn't at a bus station. And so I pulled out...