Jalan-jalan Ganu

With MekChah

One of the lonely and sucky 'weekends' I took the offer from Aishah to tread through the rest of the big state of Terengganu. All in her new Viva. So cute. 4 x 4 tuu~

I spend the night over at her place, it was very homey. Reminded me a lot of sleeping over at Atok Mad's place in Kampung Tanjung. We woke up pretty early, by 8 we were both ready to rock this state down! Haha. We had breakfast a little roadside or should I say, highway-side eatery. Nasi lemak and the norm teh-o ais limau. Layan doh.

Camwhore Spam.

We got to the Penyu Sanctuary around 11am. What a joke. 11 am at the beach? You've gotta be kidding me. The sand is hot as ever! When we got there, I learned that the sanctuary was co-funded by BP. They have challet and even classes to educate participants regarding the much protected penyus of Malaysia. Penyus = turtles ya. Unfortunately for us, the turtles had already laid their eggs and will hatch in the end of May. Hopefully I will be around when that happens.

Turtle eggs, they usually are laid in the middle of the night, when it is cooler. And take up to 55 days to hatch.

We then headed to this ugly looking stall near Kg Chabang, Kertih for a bowl of super sedap mee sup. And then we had drinks with Kamal at McD Kertih before calling it a day, and I couldn't be late for the weekly AF concert on Astro now could I?

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.