My Niqielodeon Weekend

Geddit? Niqielodeon. Haha. Only a few would get it. I wish I could shake the shoulders of those kids in TV and say to them. Grow up. (oh this phrase reminds me of something that happened in an airport somewhere recently, anyways). Once you start working, there is no such thing as a ‘My Happy Weekend’

Ok. Fine. Maybe I am being a tad too bitter. Yeah, but the truth is, eventhough its only a few weeks into my job as a post-school trainee, I can only suffer so much. (Cepat laa naik offshore)

I don’t feel like whinning here. But this is the reason to why I have a blog in the first place. To vent, and then to keep my memories so that when I have kids they can read this entry. Haha. I told you so! (I would say to them, that is, when they start to call me up and say how much they dread going back to work after fattying up their asses on a yummy Sunday).

I remember still, my lovely 2 weeks off with my family. I had a wonderful time catching up with my friends, if not all of them. It was rather tiresome, since I was going out almost everyday. I think I overslept too much, so my day always began somewhere at 10-12pm. Rugi rugi. I suffered a serious case of coughing and lost my voice much to my dismay. You have no idea how hard it is to cough so much and then try to gossip in an airconditioned café space. Tahi la.

Dusted Boxes

I stacked the black bags in one corner. I smiled, pleased with myself. I had successfully sorted out the junk of newspapers, the rat poison and the 2005 edition of magazines that lined the bottom of your bedroom floor. I gathered my knees and wiped sweat from my forehead. It felt weird. I’m in your territory. But you are not here with me. Absentmindedly I chucked away an old looking pair of sunnies. Probably 10 dollars in PS. Heh. I smiled again.

I leaned at the side of the bed. Admiring the collection of big posters that spatter color on the wall. This wall is so you, I thought to myself. Amazed. I lazily let my eye roll over every inch of the dusty black walls. Wonder how you sleep here. The fan is looking at me in mockery. Yeah I’m too lazy. I know.

There was a cardboard that read, 'Creative Sign'. It hangs on the back of the yellow door. I’ve always wondered who made that for you. Ambitious to clean more, I looked on what was on top of the massive walk in closet. That resembled more of a bundle sale then it did a wardrobe storage space.

I found a pink piggy stuffed toy. Never knew you liked the color pink, I thought. Nor little piglets. Underneath Little Miss Piggie I found wads of small paper notes. Interesting. I opened one to satisfy my jealous streak. I knew who the whole box was, but I did it anyways. And I read, and read, and put my dirty finger over every single piece of paper I found in that box.

After finishing the whole chapter, I felt that it somewhat helped me fill in the missing years I was not with him.

I lifted myself off the ground, put back Little Miss Piggie in her box and went out to the kitchen to find some wet rags and a broom.

What a way to spice up spring cleaning.

Happy Days are here to Stay

I had 2 weeks off after my stint in the UK. And when with family, it is always good to be home..

Kak Iju and Faidhi. Faidhi is good as scrunching up his nose in a cute bunch and then we'd all say, "Say Kill Kill Die Die!!" Cause the kid looks so much like Chucky the evil doll, like in the yeste ryears scary movie. Haha. His mom thinks I taught him how to scrunch his nose up like that. Pas vraiment, ca. I only met the kid for a day what. Haha.


Kak Iju on her engagement day. Fooling around with Suri while waiting for the signal from people down below hailing,"Come and bring the bride to be~!!" Haha. My one and only favourite kakak spupu!

Mama, Iju and Makteh.

And then of course, we went to Port Klang before I had to leave my world behind..

And now I am back in Kemaman. Somehow I feel hatred whenever I am back here. Its not the place, but the fact that I will not get to be home anytime soon that bugs me the most. Why Laaaaa. Buduh.

At Notts

One of the weekends during school, as always. I would rather opt to stay in bed and sleep my fears of school away, whilst the others would plan an adventurous trip up north to Edinburgh. But it happened to be one of the last few ‘weekends’ we would get.

Above: Mansur and Robin Hood of Nottingham Forest, and below: Azwan, who is just as camwhorish as my rumet, Jengga. But it was fun.

So I joined the likes of Azwan, Sahala and the pretty Russian Mansur for day trip to Nottingham. Or notts, as the English would say.

We took an early train to Nottingham, it was only an hour away from Lincoln and the trip costs us only a mere 4 pounds, if my memory serves me correct.

I only wanted to see the City Council. I’ve seen too many pictures of it. And I couldn’t even begin to care what it is and why it is there. (Being in school has really defined the word ignorant) haha.

Breakfast at Le petit Fours. The boys had onion soup while I had a lovely vanilla danish.

Anyways, we toured town and Mansur, being the happy boy he is wanted to see every single friggin thing Nottingham had to offer. Like seriously.

But we only ended up with enough time to go see Robin Hood – the statue, go up a Castle which costs us 3 pounds and then what did we do… oh yeah. We were famished silly so we ran through the rain scouring for a ‘nice’ place to eat. (I could’ve survived with a tuna sandwich but then again, I was traveling with BOYSS)

We finally found a cute café by the name Café Rouge. I loved it!! We all had something seafood, since all of us except Sahala were muslims. The food was not as perfect as The Barge, but I loved my fish salad to pieces!!

I guess this would be one of the last entrees about me and the UK. I’m sure we’ve all had about enough of it eyh?

Take this.

Cheers.