Shopaholic anonymous

Hello again! I’m trying to make my posting more frequent as I tend to write less often nowadays. I’m at the studio, using Ros’s (my studiomate) broadband while she’s attending her Ko-Q. Pity her. Fortunate for me that my 3 semesters of extra curriculum (a.k.a crap) was up! Hoho! I’m using hers as UiTM wifi are becoming more and more annoyingly slow these days. I was pissed enough with my rent house Wimax and now this? Do all the internet services have a grudge on me or what? I’ve done nothing to them. Grrr.

This is a continuation of my previous post that consist of my last weekend outings details. I think it’s not necessarily important pon. But I love to share, and you know it. Hoho.

I want to include another day of fun that came after the so called ‘annual meeting’ with Hanis. It’s on last Sunday. I went out with my beloved ex-classmate of MRSM Jasin, Syireen. Gosh, I hadn’t seen her for how long? More than a year I guess. That’s long. Its irony though as both of us are studying in KL (or Selangor but it’s still quite close to KL) and yet it’s really hard to have a time where both of us are free for an outing. I’m the usual problem actually as I always have errands to take care of. She’s going to fly abroad to Australia to further her study in Architecture. Lucky for her that she has the opportunity to do so, not just stuck here in mother land like me. Okay, the point is, we met, we had fun and we spent money! A lot! LOL!

I know, it’s typical of me to talk about shopping, and clothes, bags and money spending, yes I’m a shopaholic I’ve to admit. But I usually spend a little at a time. A clothe or two in every mall are usual but thanks to Syireen my dear, I spent a whole lot of money! Oh by the way, we went to Sunway Pyramid. It’s the first time I went anywhere by public means on my own. Well, at least there’s something valuable I learnt out of the trip which is ‘How to survive going shopping by our own’. Haha.

Here’s the our shopping list which was created spontaneous:

1. Shawl
2. Symmetrical-cut t-shirt
3. Cotton long blazer
4. Gladiator
5. Faded Jeans

Haha a complete set of a look! I was scolded by Hanis big time for this because the only things I bought when I went out with him were 3 bottles of contact lens solution and a pencil box. Maybe what people say about the difference between going shopping with boys and shopping with girlfriends is actually true. Plausible. But, it’s not like I dislike going shopping with him, it’s just different. I think Syireen have a list of bought item of this long too. Haha. Well, despite the guilt of reducing bank account, I have this weird feeling of satisfaction. Gosh maybe I’m a shopaholic after all! Huhu. And the most important thing is, I have fun. Good to spend time with you pal! Hope we can do this again before your departure!

P/S: Why more and more people are leaving me for abroad? Well, it’s okay. Maybe my time will come. J

P/P/S :Have to design banner, movie poster and finish sculpture for Archifest. Will be very busy! Plus my design for Amusement Structure hasn’t being finalized yet. Ah! The pressure will surely kick in!

The Annual Meeting

Okay just now I just stuffed my ‘buncit’ belly with Cheesy Chickeroni, Cheesy wedges and 1 chocolate-filled dunkin donut despite of knowing that I had rice for lunch earlier at the faculty. What happen with “My clothes are shrinking and my thighs are huge so I have to diet” thing? All this even after seeing butterfly flying from my empty purse? Gosh this is dreadful! My financial is in wobbly state and the guilt of spending still hasn’t kicked in, I think I need a therapy. Okay maybe not. That will cost more money!

Today, in this one post, I’d like to open up a personal story of mine. It’s really an experience. You really want to know, don’t you?

Nah its nothing, I just want to report on my activities for this past weekends, in case some of my friends especially my studiomates were wondering, why they hadn’t seen me for awhile. Sorry for being absent at the department’s bowling tournament. Well I must say, a few days of last weekends were really pack and hectic. For that, I procrastinated my design work until the last minute, thank god it turned out fine. The outing involved public transports of various means, money spending.. And more money spending.. However, it worth it all, I had fun.

Chey, bajet mcm serious je la plak kan. Let’s just get to the chase.

Yesterday, Hanis (a.k.a the person with the boyfriend title), post something on my Facebook wall.

Looks like a math equation at first, but I get the clue by just a glance of it. I was at the same page of his like always (duh! We contact very often, I’m nearing to get Edward Cullen’s mind reading ability that'll only work with his head LOL!). That was so sweet of him to write this. It is the date and time that we spent together recently. Okay, we only get the chance to meet for like annually, that’s why mcm excited. Kalau tiap2 ari jumpe xdenye nak tulis mcm ni, pnt la kan, boring gile lak org bace. Haha!

Last Thursday, he arrived at Shah Alam from his place in Johor. He went here to see me before he had to return to Indonesia on Saturday. He stayed at Max’s (our schoolmate) house. That very night, we had dinner together at Molek near my rent house. Actually I already had my dinner before that because the meeting wasn’t all planned. However, as expected I was forced to eat too.

He gave me a few souvenirs and I like all of them very much. Wasn’t expecting that but I guess he just felt like giving me something back as I always tend to buy him something previously . Last time I bought a pair of teddy bear key chain (with flower patterns all over), and I gave him one. I buy that on purpose so just to see whether he is embarrassed to use it or not. I forgot that he is sooo not a shy person. Huh!

After both bloated, we walked to the studio. I forced him to go even though he acted like a 10-year-old who pretend to be sick to ditch school. My friends really want to see him in person and this opportunity may only come rarely, as I said, annually. Moreover, I had to attend the meeting for the sculpture competition at the studio to brainstorm ideas for the upcoming Archifest event. He was shy then and that amused me, a lot! LOL! Bukan selalu bley tgk Hanis Nordin cm2! Hahaha. But if I was in his shoes, I would be worse. But pity him, he must be bored then. :P We went back at 3 a.m. Ros drove him back to Max’s house and later sent me back to my rent house. Don’t be surprise, 3 a.m. is completely normal for Architecture students.

On the next day, we went out again. This time, it was the real outing. We planned to go in the very morning so that we can spend more time but it turned out I’d Structure class at 9.30 till noon. Ditching the class was not an option as the lesson was so important that if I missed it I’ll be in real trouble until graduation. For that, plus some technical problems, we met at 3 p.m. We went to Sunway Pyramid by public means together. Moving around with him really made me felt secure. Personal bodyguard babe! Haha! We had great food there and we watch Toothfairy at the cinema. He insisted me to shop for some clothes like I always do but I couldn’t find anything interesting to spend my cash on. In the end, I only bought 3 bottles of contact lens solution (they were in promotion), and polka dots pencil box. We went back at 11.p.m. quite late for me, but since I had security, I was able to. :p

On Saturday, he came to my home area to have lunch together. It was like a farewell lunch since I wasn’t able to escort him off at LCCT/KLIA for his flight. I wanted to make it special so I drag him to the nearest Pizza Hut. We spent hours there chit chatting and gossiping. We rely on telecommunication that requires bills and credit before this so being able to talk face to face for free was really satisfying. At 3, his friend picked him up to send him off to the airport. Saying goodbye was hard because I know, it’s hard to relive this moment again as we’re rarely meeting each other. He kept saying “Ala Indonesia je pon, bkn Europe ke ape, kang boleh jumpe lagi” but then when we’re home, he’s the one that angau lebih2. Tp aku pon same je act. Haha. Before he left, I gave him another souvenir. It was another small soft toys, it’s a crocodile plushies in green and red polka dots that I bought at IKEA during my previous site visit. I bought a pair so we both have one. Hee. He was like, “Kenape asyik bagi teddy bear kecik je? Org laki laa.” Haha. Saje je.

But seriously, recovering from the farewell was hard. Even after knowing that I’m used to the long distance situation. Hmm, but chill, small matter lah, biase la 2 emo2 x pasal kdg2! Ok da pn. Hee.

Ok la.. thnx for reading this awfully long post of my lifetime experience. Haha bunyi cam bajet pegi bungee jumping ke ape kan. Ok bye2!

PS: Terkantoi dgn syaza izura time kt dlm Komuter. x smpat nk borak2 lak mse 2. huhu

Group work is 'FUN'! (motivational saying of the day)

Okayyy.. okay... I get it, I’m sooo sorry for abandoning this blog for quite awhile. Okay maybe not awhile, for some quiet a long time I think. Well I don’t know why don’t have the urge of updating the posts frequently. When I’m at home, it’d always be “Ahhh, nanti lah, nak main game, xpe, there’s still plenty of time left before the class starts”, the habit of procrastinating kept whispering. Then when the semester reopened, it will be another story, “Ahhh busy lahhh, many things to do in sooo little time, blog just have to wait”, and this is where the laziness strikes in. Conclusion? I just don’t have the addiction of writing like any other true writers do. Even for this post, I’d to force my fingers to dance through the letters of the keyboards. But you know, when it starts, it’s hard to stop. Even when I wrote a formal letter to enquire for permission for the recent case study, I tend to actually build a long essay. Sigh.

So what’s new with me?

Apart of my serious case of skin breaks and blemishes as well as weight gain, I’m just straight up in a hectic life. I don’t know whether my 24 hours is seriously not enough for all my business or it’s the usual bad time management. Or, is it because I did my works so lousily at first that in the end it turned to a last minute completion. Haiyaa, I really have no idea. Maybe it’s because my momentum of working hard is not there yet since I just started my fourth semester a fortnight ago. It doesn’t matter. Let’s move on.

Now, I’m typing this entry using my laptop in a relax manner on my bed. Location? At my rent house. It’s a shop house locating very near to the UiTM gate. I can even walk to the faculty. That’s the point, I don’t need a car if I stay there, and that’s why my dad insisted me to stay here. I’ll be getting my car by next year and that’s is very long to go! I just started a new year! Sigh!The house’s not very big but just nice and comfortable, well I couldn’t be demanding or I’ll end up straying in the streets. The rent pay is quite expansive. Maybe due to its location.

Yes, this semester, I’d to stay out of the hostel since I’m not accepted in there. I’d submitted the appeal letter but to no avail. I’d receive no news. Actually, I’d to go to the office to check it, but uhhh, I didn’t do that yet. Busy lah! So for the time being, if I’d to stay at the studio very late, I just have to be a “stinggan” and “menumpang” at one of my studiomate’s room at the hostel. Its quiet embarrassing and I hate to disturb them. Ye lah, who wouldn’t get annoyed if I keep asking for their bath soap to borrow? But fortunately, all my darling friends are very kind. :D

How ironic. The person that really dislikes doing her work at the studio have to live far and she have to stay at the studio often because she can’t always go back to her place often. Sigh! Huhu

Okay enough of that. Em, recently, we’d be given a group task on the study of Anthropometric and Ergonomics. In case you don’t know what the heck these two sophisticated terms are, don’t bother asking because explaining them is hard and I’m lazy to type the definitions. Hehe.

I hereby declare that, I hate group work! Why? Because you cannot expect your entire group members to have the similar pace and commitment like yours. When they do their works are far below your expectations, it’s really disappointing and yet you have to tolerate it. Why? Because your feelings portrayed will affect the whole team. So you are forced to put on a mask of a clown to cheer everyone up so that the work is done well. You know what’s worst? When you can’t rely on any of your group members. You’ll feel like doing everything on your own. Gosh, and when the combinations of characters and behaviors give another problem, you’ll feel defeated. When all this while, you’re a dependent type and is forced to take over the leader task, the word screw will always haunts you. I don’t want to complain and I’m not saying I’m too good or something but I guess I’m nearing to exceed my normal cooperative level . And yes, my marks are screwed. Please give me something positive for a mood boost, just anything nice. L

Okay2, enough Azyan. You know that all this will go to public right? And don’t forget the fact that your studio is like a gossip circulation system. What the heck! I’m really messed up! Oh god, please give me some mercy, please ease out my life.

PS : Cepat lah lagi seminggu! Nak jumpa org indon! huhu :(

The stitched-up figures

Okay, I know.. I know.. I’d been updating less often.. Sorry my hands had grown too lazy to move due to this oh-so-comfortable break. J

Lately, many things happened.

1^st : I received the heart-pounding result.

Unlike the unexpected joy and undeniable satisfaction projected after the first glance of the result slip during the couple previous semesters, this time it’s the opposite. It’s the never-see-it-coming devastation.

I’m really thankful to god still. Looking back at my effort I’d put on this 3^rd semester, I think it is a well deserved one. I’d been a really lazy and carefree [in a bad way] student. No wonder the pointer’s digits crashed down real hard. Okay, sorry, well I guess I’d been taking this matter too deep and still haven’t got over it. I should though. Need to search for a new inductive spirit and ambition for semester 4.

It’s not that my pointer’s is too low, its average. The thing that makes me depress is that I couldn’t sustain the above 3.5 level. I’m only -0.05 away from it. Realll close. Okay stop! I seriously in need to get all this out of my head and learn to be thankful. There are people failing and all; they still have confidence and determinations. So be strong and stand real high for next semester! Start fresh!

Haha sorry for the LOUD motivational monologues.

2^nd : I’d just went through my 1^st operation!

Yeah, the first one in my life in fact. It’s not like I’m in a real critical state or anything. I’m not sick okay! People please, stop worrying [Haha as if. Perasan!]. It’s just a tiny, itsy bitsy, very minor surgery.

Why do I have to face the cuts and stitches? Well, I’d been diagnosed with ‘Keloids’. I’m not quite sure whether it is a disease or anything. Keloids is like a tumor on skin, it is like an elevated portion of skin, a bit like a swelling. The doctor said maybe it is caused by infection on my scar. The so-called keloids was once a really small chicken pox scar that was remarked as I was fourteen. That’s 5 years back. The small thing then grows, and grows till it reached the latest size of a 10 cents coin. It’s still small, I know, but I don’t want to take any risk watching it become any bigger. It'll be more difficult to be removed then.

So, I and my parents decided to just discard it.

The procedure is pretty much simple. A day before the operation I went to the nearest clinic for a checkup. The doctor there then make a reference letter to be sent to the hospital we’d chose for the operation to be done.

The day after, all of us went to Kuantan for my first check up for my condition with a surgical specialist. My parents is familiar with the Kuantan Specialist Hospital so they know who to turn to. The doctor has a Dato’ in front of his name so I guess he’s full of experience haha.[saje je, bkn nk belagak, kebetulann je dpt! I’m not discriminating other doctors okayyy huhu].

Then in the evening, on that very day, I was operated straight away. Quite shocked actually for the acknowledgement. I don’t know, the decision was in my dad’s hand. Just have to follow. Maybe because its quite hard to fit further appointment of mine in his tight schedule.

Gosh what an experience! I struggled with the operation gown. Sexy kot!! Segannn haha.. I’d even been scolded by one of the nurse for the late changing. I’d never been in any operation theater before, how could I know how to tie the string at the back of the gown. My two hands are facing front! Huhu.

I thought I would be completely unconscious during the surgery. However, it turned out to be beyond my expectation when I was only locally ‘bius’ [what’s bius in English? Huhu]. They only numbed the part they want to operate which in this case, my stomach. God, I was awake the entire time. I even smelt a burning scent, I was like “are they burning my skin??”. They’re using laser to cut the keloid, that’s why. I hear everything, the sound of the cutting of thread used to stich up the wound. Thank god my eyes were closed. I think they should fixed my ears with ear plugs too. But no fear, I didn't felt any pain, at all. Only when the first injection of the 'bius'. I think, the nurse in the theater was realllly loud, a bit irritating. Over talkative in a really inappropriate situation. My dad was asking for her because he's experienced the same during his knee injury surgery.

Fuh, glad all of that had over. This is really nothing. I could walk right after the surgery completed. I even went to a mall too! Haha! But still, I walked awkwardly because of a bit of pain. Still have to be careful.

That’s all for now. Thanks for stopping by. J

PS : Sorry for a bit [/a lot] of overreacting. ;p

A debate that should be taken consider

I know this post of mine might be a pointless one. I don't even quite sure whether my title's grammar is correct. I’m just writing to gust away the dust in this blog as I’m not writing quite often.

Yesterday, I came across with my studio mate, Shueib’s status over Facebook. It sounds like this

“Which do u prefer??? High school or university life???”

You know that I’d go for high school life after witnessing series of posts reminiscing my youthful memoirs back then. Yeah, I’m a person who kept looking back to the past. I think I somehow built that trait as a stress getaway, like some sort of a brief pause to the current life which is made of chaos. Funny I imagined myself in a movie scene where everything freezes with time with only me as exception.

Yeah, I like to run away from problem. I did that all the time, once. I remembered when I was 10, I frequently absent from school. It’s fortunate enough if I’m willing to stay just for half of the school time. That time I have some sort of weird homesick. Hmm I wouldn’t put it that way. I just hate school so much, yeah that’s it. I wonder why I had to wait until 10 to develop that kind of disorder. Yeah, I think that’s a behavior disorder. I came up with a conclusion that my class teacher who’s completely biased to our neighboring class is the cause of the entire ruckus. She kept blaming us and degraded us. I think she’s just having emotion instability. That’s normal for a pregnant woman. I was 10 for god sake, too young to be understanding.

Okay I think, I’d skidded off from the main topic here. We’re talking about high school, not standard 4. From my point of view, high school is more fun. I think we were more youthful and alive during that part of life. We are pure teens; we experienced adolescences conflicts at that time. We were naïve and confused.

For that, we shared everything with our friends, people of the same age. We don’t have to be shy to bring up interesting discussions [like very intimate one sometimes] because all of us were facing the same thing. Especially if living life as a boarding school students. We sleep, eat, study, well we practically live together. We shared everything. This explains why most of the teenagers favor friends than parents as their personal consultants to their problems.

Okay maybe the administration rules were a bit [or a lot!] annoying. Nevertheless, I personally think that the tight rules are what that colored our life back then. Why not? We were practically trying to break the rules 24/7! From disobeying the ridiculous dressing codes [who doesn’t], to returning to hostel late causing my outing card to be suspended, to illegal outings, absent in class, school works incompleteness, skipping or late in role call, and some even got themselves into fights [referring to boys].

Note that all of these examples are generally referred to everyone, not specifically to only me [I’m a goody goody and all knows, skema! haha]. Hmm most of these were the acts that only boarding schools are able to offer, so does this means we make more disciplinary wrongdoings than the ordinary students? :P The point is, the rules breaking and rules obeying scenario made all of us mischievous and cunning. That’s fun right?

The system of boarding school and living in the college is quite the same. The only difference are how tight the rules in both of the place. In university, the word compulsory are rarely to exist. There’s no compulsory assembly, or compulsory prep time. There’s no lights off time, we can keep our lights on for whenever we intended to. There’s absolutely no tight uniform code, we can wear anything we want as long as it’s not too revealing [its UiTM okay]. We can be as loud as we can [I remembered how loud and annoying a group of people were at one night, it’s painful to our ears but we could do nothing]. It’s almost no rules in university life [but in UiTM there are still nonsense rules], we are free to do anything.

However, I find that not amusing, not like I thought the life is when I was still in school. Now, I’m completely on my own, with almost no guidance, no lines to follow. Yeah, there are reliable friends but no offense, in college, people wouldn’t care for you as much as your pals in school would. I think it’s because at these level, everyone have to care much for their own self. Plus, the stressing level is higher in college, especially in my course. It’s dreadfully challenging. Well, everyone who goes to college are young adults, some are already adults [there are seniors who are already married and even have children!]. This is the stage where people learn to be independent right? Well, so do I. Just have to suck it all and endure everything.

Okay these are all my arguments of the differences of these two stages of life. Looking back at it, they are education institutions, place where we study. It’s us that determine how the story goes , not these places. Just make sure no matter how the plot is, either its steady going or riding in bumpy rides, it ends with a pleasing end. Success that is :)

okay this picture is not related. Life is like a roller coaster in this case, not love. :P

P/S: Another school related post to be added to the collection, why do I kept mentioning about school? I'd left it for 2 years already for god sake.

Dear foe..

It’s been awhile since my last post [okay maybe a few days only but still..]. I’d nothing significant to announce but without a cause, inside me, there is always an eagerness to just jot something here.

If you guys don't have any clue of what I'm saying, ignore.

Last night I received a message over one of my favorite social networking site [everyone should’ve guessed it]. A much unforeseen message that is as it is from a person who I always avoid. A female. She’s always been in my ‘watch out’ list for meddling in a chapter of my life.

The message was a script of apology, I presumed. Though the alter ego of her kept denying that [self stated by the sender], it was a clear cut obvious. Why am I using descriptive style of writing? The fact that now I’m aware of how public this virtual diary of mine had become and she’d be one of my secret follower [not that she’d really interested but if it’s true, good]. Another reason is, I just want to switch to more literature than just monotonous English.

The tone of her in her message had convinced me that she meant her words. Doubts were a bit faded but they were difficult to be whooshed away. She's referring to a really antique post of mine that wass reported to critically bugging her. That thing was old, she, bringing that up had given me a swift preview of the short past. She'd confirmed the truthfulness of what I'd wrote. She'd said she felt bad and it'd gave her a wake up call. [Hope I'm not amplifying things but I do think that was what she meant] It’s a good call for me as well, I don’t want to hold any grudges, not until wrinkles decorate my skin. At that moment I’ll have ton of life business to worry about and this trivial conflict will just add more impediments. Complications that is. I always practices forgiveness and that she’ll get, sincerely. Nevertheless to forget all of it as if hitting my head and end up amnesia is almost impossible. The memory is like had stamped a mark in my head, permanently, for the time being.

Fear not my dear, now I had nothing bad or wrong to think regarding you.

Now just be happy and get over all this high school divergence. Live life to the fullest, as you always quoted. I’ll take your words. I’ll keep reminding myself to appreciate him. He’s one in a bunch alright, in a million in fact. If there’s still a room for advice, just be true to yourself and to everyone circling you. No hyperbolic bragging is required to be accepted and loved. Honesty is. I know, I live with flaws and I created mistakes, I don’t earn the right to counsel you, but it’s just a favor for you, a friend. Everyone that I know I’d consider as friends, I know that’s untrue for certain people but yeah, I do that. What types are they included in is what that differentiates them.

Hmm, maybe this is just it. Huhhh writing with most grace and carefulness are tiring. Maybe I’m not really in this literature thingy.

P/S: I’d read all previous posts in my post vaults yesterday night until almost 3 a.m. I did well in writing I must say, thanks to all the reading back then. Now I’m just plain lazy to just to touch any book. Lazybum! Huhu

P/P/S : Muhammad Hanis where the heck are you?????? Bad enough that we can’t text due to the unreliable [stupid] phone line, now you’re going invisible over the internet too? >:(

P/P/P/S : Okay this is totally overreacting, he’d tell me that his internet is rebelling. Plus he'll be facing his finals next week. Why the complains?

P/P/P/P/S : Kindda like this P/S thing. Syarah inspired me in her latest post. Copycat me. Haha:P

It is a brief outing and I am exaggerating

Yesterday was the first day the sun finally made its appearance, freeing itself from the dominating grey clouds. The water level had stopped rising and in fact it had descended.

Ahh what a warm and bright day. However, ongoing sprinkles of rain were still being felt. The dropping temperature was stabilized and I can finally take off my sweater. This opportunity is fully taken by the people in my residential area to go out and live outdoor activities again. I too didn’t want to be left out.

So my best pal Siti who live a couple streets away from my house and I decided to go for a short outing at the Mesra Mall, the soo called pride and joy of Kerteh. The mall is nothing if compared to the Pavilion, KLCC, Mid Valley or even the East Coast Mall in Kuantan. However, at least it provides me and my friends a new hanging out spot in replacing the only McDonald of Terengganu in Bandar Baru Kerteh. Yeah, I live in a quite rural and remote area yet a modernized one. I love this place.

The primary plan was to try the bowling alley which had its grand opening on the day before. For that, they were offering free bowling session for a couple of days.

A bowling alley in Terengganu is a huge thing. People here will definitely get overexcited over this thing. They even went electric for the opening of Guardian, The Big Apple and don’t even mention Burger King, the place was treated as if it is a never seen galactic object from outer space. Okay I’m definitely exaggerating.

As I walked into the alley, I was surprised; the place is beyond of what I’d imagined. The place is not just a bowling alley, it also have an arcade (a simple one but it’s alright) and also karaoke rooms! Oh maybe someday I’ll try out karaoke or Chang Kala Ok in Mandarin, a favorite activity of my studio mates.

Siti and I tried out a game of shooting basketballs. That was fun, a good shooting practice. We teamed up and beat the machine high score! Yeay! We even played the rally racing game and I lost L

There, I met my other old school friends; Haziq, Acap and Syaza, the loving couple, and also Hani! Hani looks a whole lot different. She was properly dressed in beige oversize tunic, black trousers and completed with a ‘labuh’ scarf. The first sentence spurted out for her was “Wahhh Hani, tudung labuh skrg.. laen giler” I shouldn’t say that, I think that was inappropriate.

Seeing these people whom I hadn’t seen for years was good. It made me remembers our old school days (this time it’s the school in Kerteh, not MRSM). Yeah, I’m a girl with lots of memories. Acap and Syaza were shy at first with us, but they look really happy together. I‘m guessing they hadn’t met for quite awhile. Awww suddenly I miss my boy. Okay never mind, continue..

We had to wait long for our turn to bowl since the place was packed with people, mostly the familiar faces of my old school. They kept throwing odd glances to us and I hate that. Worse if they try to act abnormally friendly by greeting us with cheesy lines like “Hi awak!”, “Nak pegi mane”. Pergi mamp! That is soooo very the kampong! This is one thing I don’t like with young people here. Sometime the old ones too! YUCKS!

We were not patient enough to stay so I, Siti and Hani went shopping leaving the couple. Hani went separately because she had to do speed shopping for many things in a short time. She even had to go to Kamdar to by to shop for some fabrics. “Haha aku x pnah seyh p kdai kain sorg!” I laughed. “Ye la aku kena prepare nak masuk study balek neh! Haha” she laughed back.

I bought a vintage printed scarf and some facial products (my skin is breaking out!). Then Siti and I went to Burger King to had our late lunch, it was the first time for Siti. Haha kate nak diet tp mkn fast food.

We went back on 4.30 p.m. as my mom wanted to go to Pasar Malam at 5. I wanted to tag along. That was a really brief outing but why the heck I’m writing soooo long? Huhu. I had fun. Really fun! I’m looking forward for another exciting outing in this small town!

Here are some snapshots taken yesterday. ;D They are only pictures of me, others refuse to strike even a pose. :(

The empty bowling alley. Its almost closing time I guess

Spotted! Dewey of Family Guy's oversize pyjama bottom. I think I can fit two of me in there.

Me with the little fat boy in the neighbourhood. Haha look how buff I am!

The bowling balls I'd never get my hands on.