Stress = Tooth problem + Headache

Few days ago, I got a very bad headache. A day before that, it was pretty light but then it gets heavier the the day after. The last time I had this sort of headache, was when I had migraine during my PMR examination in 2003. Couldn't stand the pain, I went to a clinic and the doctor said it was not a migraine nor sinus. There might be an infection in my tooth. So, before giving me the painkiller, antibiotic and a bactidol gargle fluid which tastes so bitter and costs me RM35 for the whole meds, she recommended me to meet a dentist.

The next day, after attending PSY105 class. I went back to Jalan Gasing and took a cab to NewTown Pj. There were loads of dental clinic there, but I was looking for one clinic that they said is very good, and a gentle soft-spoken dentist, that's an extra point for me. So after tired of walking and sweating all over my body, I finally found this clinic named WhiteZone Dental Clinic. T'was located like at the end of the world, plus I'm fasting (FYI). My first impression for this clinic was perfect, just by looking at the environment. So neat, that I feel like sleeping, and with the music grasped by my ears, no hurting noises and peaceful. Not long after that, I was called, the nurses were very nice as well as the doctor. After checking and taking a picture of my tooth, she said there was no infection at all. My tooth were all good, just some muscle problem. She said I was stressed!

I was like, "I'm what?? Stressed out? How does that linked to my tooth problem?".

She told me that, When I'm stressed out, I'll be clenching my tooth hard and that causes some sore to the muscle around my jaw. The muscle is linked to some nerves around my face and the disruption causes pain around my face. Fewwhh, now I get it.
After done with the doctor and paid the bill, I took the prescription from the doctor and took it up to some pharmacy in OldTown PJ, the meds name was Norgesic (Muscle Relaxant). Then, I went back and sleep.

Ramadhan... Memories never fade.

"Indra, Indra bangun! Sahur.."

That was what I heard just now. It was my dad's voice. Can't believe it's Ramadhan again, this is what I was really looking forward to. Fasting month will always be my favorite month of all. I remember my most valued previous years in this month. I was so happy being with my friends.We go to 'surau' every night. We were capturing the best moments together. Not mentioning the Raya. But, Ramadhan left me loads of memories, best ones.
Now, everything has changed. People went on, and some passed on. Sometimes, remembering the best memories, makes me hurt inside. It’s because it brings up the memories I had with those people who has passed on, those people I love the most.
Last few weeks, I lost my grandmother. Which I could not believe, I was talking with her the night before she passed away. I still feel like crying when I start thinking about it. Hajah Rugayah binti Hasek was her name. Now Atuk feels lonely, he comes to our house almost everyday, maybe to kill his long for his deceased very much loved wife.
Then, a day after the Seven-Day mourning of my grandmother, an uncle passed away as well. And again, I was sitting reading Yassin beside him. Maybe God wants me to see it happen with my own eyes to show that He loves me and God wants me to know that He really cares for me. But I am still 100% certain that God loves them more. But, I'd rather see them like that, than seeing them suffer with their sickness.
It hurts ya know, celebrating some celebration without your loved ones. I used to imagine something like this, but I never thought that I could really step in to my own imagination to actually feel the pain I should have not supposed to feel.
Ramadhan month means a lot to me, because this month had carved and captured million memories of me with my family and friends, all sweet ones. Every puasa, we'll always be together. Everyone gathers up at Atuk's house and laugh at each other and the stories everyone is telling. I still remember everytime this month arrive, there we are, cousins and siblings stealing tins of Milo from my lovely nenek's shop and eat it at the back of her shop. Then, when we come back home the elders will always ask us whether we are still fasting or not. With brown stains of Milo left stucked on our tooth, together we say 'Yes'. Never to be forgotten!
And at night, the first generation of the Dahlan's grandchildren will gather up and discuss what activity will we be playing. Since we were a kid, we are all seriously into stories and cartoon like Detective Conan, and those Chinese-investigation series on TV2 every weekdays at 7.00pm. And so, with the influence of detective acts, every single one of us will try to find a torchlight. When everything is set, we'll line up and go to this hall next to my atuk's house. Pretending like there are some criminals inside the locked hall, we'll walk at a snail's pace. Slowly and 'sshh..'ing each other if anyone makes any rapid movement or even any sound at all. Hahaha.. Remembering everything moves me. I couldn't recall any appalling memories in this month. Those were the good ol' days. Never to be forgotten.
But now, everyone has grown up. Some of them don't even go back to our little beautiful kampung like they used to. Sometimes, they do but it seems like a day is more than enough for them to spend some precious minutes with the ones they used to consider as part of their lives. Everyone has grown up, maybe only some of us are picking up what's left of the memories that we're about to catch, a dream that's not present. And everyone has grown up. Now, cellphones are used instead of torchlights to self-entertain. Now, nightclubs are visited instead of the hall next to Atuk's house. And now, the first grandchildren of Dahlan's Family don't sleep with each other anymore. No more stealing Milo at Nenek's shop and no more smiling face waiting for us to reach there. No more gentle touch at our back. No more soothing voice articulated, no more "Ondu, naka'akan koh noh? Ongoi akan hilo'd walai om muli nogi"(*Honey,have you eaten? Go get something to eat at home before you go back). Now everything has changed. Totally changed, and I never consider it as a good thing. Never.

With a chance of fixing everything, to put back the last pieces of the puzzle. This Ramadhan Month opens our opportunity and heart to give what we used to give, and to say what we should have said before. Imparting love to each other, but everything comes back to the root, back to the most basic. You love, then you do. You don't, then doors open, no rules attached. Now, say 'love' to those you love the most, say 'I care' to those you really care, 'hug' the people you wanna hug. And 'spend time' with those you want to spend your time with. All before it's too late. May Allah bless everyone in this holy month. Happy Ramadhan Al-Mubarak.

Assalamualaikum W.B.T..........


Salam Ramadhan,
Indra.

In tribute to the ones we love who have passed on.

May Allah blessed the soul, and grant a place among those who have been blessed.

Sorry everyone.

July 14 2009. The day I killed on of the noblest creatures. Today would be a day that I remember for a long long time. Almost 21 years living myself on earth, I wouldn’t even dare to kill a bug. I admit that did kill a bug, but that was not on purpose. I could sit for some time thinking that I killed a teeny-weeny organism

Around 3.15pm, I was awakened by the sound of my mom shrieking. She was screaming, calling my name asking me to kill him. I was surprised when she asks me to do it. I wonder what she has against him. Until now, I’m still in vague! I frantically got up and grabbed a knife. He was in front of me, and my brother was holding him hardly so that he couldn’t put an attempt to run. I took some time before I eventually put the knife on him and cut him in the neck. There was no sound, just a small squeal which followed by him collapse and die.

I was so frightened of what has happened, and I ran away. I prayed that God will forgive me. I swear I prayed in that very moment, and it goes like “God, I really don’t want to do this. But what can I do, should I obey to my mom and ignore you? Or disobey her and follow the Law of Mother Nature”.

For a while, I was shivering thinking what I’ve done, and what will happen soon. Suddenly I saw Grandpa, I shivered and I almost scream out to him as he actually cam there just minutes after the incident happens, and I knew he could stop everything!

I hugged my legs like a kid always does, I was afraid. Should I check myself in to the police station? Should I let myself be cuffed by them? What will they ask me? What will they do to me? Will I be prosecuted? I guess the nightmare of being bullied by those people in the prison will come to life, finally. Mom says “Calm down son, just give it a rest already”. But I just can’t!

I remember the program I watched on TV where people who murdered another being, will be hanged to death. In that case, I will prepare myself to leave my family, friends, but what I will most is my computer and two cell phones. I am so stressed out right now remembering the blood that came out from his neck.

Now, I am waiting for the real deal to come. To wait for my dad to come home and sit altogether with my family and surrounding the table, waiting for him to discuss the next step I should do. My brother left the house like nothing had happened, mom is cooking and Grandpa went home. I lie down on the sofa watching TV, at least that can ease myself down. I don’t want to think about where they put the body. However, I can’t get everything out of my mind now, I really can’t! How should I do that to a being lives in the same world as me. We walk with them, I saw them every single day and they live just in my backyard.

For years, I did not know that I would have the guts to actually do something like this; it goes against the Law of Mother Nature. And like before, I just couldn’t get the picture off of my mind.

Then again, when I gave it a second thought, everyone doesn’t give a sh*t if they do the same thing. I think I should do too. Starting from now on, I will try to live a brand new life. I will face everything that I am supposed to, for what I’ve done. I will face everything that I should. I hope this is not my last time to post something here. I will try my best to keep on letting everyone tracks on my activity in my prison life.

P/S: I want to apologize to his family

Sincerely,

Indra

(The guy who killed the chicken)

JPJ and a weirdo

1st July, 2009. For the first time ever, I got summoned! hahaha! And the coolest thing was, I haven't even got my driving license yet!!! HAHAHA! But that was it, RM100 for not displaying the friggin' parking ticket in front of the car? Those people are ridiculous. I parked the car in front of the BSN Bank at OldTown just now, and while waiting for Ana to buy the heck I know, I went to the ATM Machine because I was planning to go RedBox with Lingga and the others today(I apparently didn't).
Khairi leaves for Australia today and it's 5 days to go before I go back to Sabah. I can't wait to see the view of Sabah up from the plane, Aunty Ati was about to buy me a ticket on Wednesday but I told her that dad already bought me one.

Geez, I got a story to tell. Ok first thing first, I told you guys that there's a mamak stall at the back of my house, right?. So, today after sending Ana off to school I was so hungry. So, I decided to go buy something to fill my empty stomach. Upon reaching the place, I straight away asked for a "Nasi Bungkus". After filling the rice with some lauk, I turned around and saw this Indian guy was looking at me in a really 'odd' way.
Seeing me turning around looking at him, he straight away asked me whether I need anything else and I said 'Yea', I said "Roti Kosong satu!". Then talking in a combination of God knows what, he approached his colleague and told him to make one for me(I guess). So, I advanced the distance between me and them at the counter to see how the guy makes my roti canai. I was facing the one that's making the roti canai and the 'weird' guy was facing me.
I don't mind being looked at, but please! His hand starts touching me. I was pretty surprised that he dares to touch me in front of all the customers! He at first put his hand on my abs, then started traveling to my belly. I took his hand off of me, but then when I did. He held my fingers in a 'DIFFERENT' way like he doesn't want to let go. It's like he's really keen on touching me! I just smiled but I was REALLY REALLY uncomfortable. I tried avoiding myself to be anywhere near him afterwards but there's nowhere else to go. So I went to the counter to pay my food then I stayed near the fridge so that I could put a little distance between us.
The cashier gave me the food and asked me to go to the Roti Canai counter to get my roti canai but I was pretty subdued because he's standing there beside the counter. The guy came back to me and took the plastic bag from me but I swear he gave me some kind of 'touch' to my hand before he took it. I thought I was paranoid but when my food is ready to be brought home, I tried taking the plastic bag myself on the counter.
But before I have the time to lay my hand on the plastic bag, he quickly grabbed it and wouldn't want to give it to me before I shake his hand. He shook my hand like he's pretty liberate to let go. Took like almost a minute to let the grasp go away and I tried letting go of it and eventually he did. I grabbed the plastic bag from him and walked out the door.
He was a weird man, even the first time they opened the restaurant, and the first time I saw the look in his eyes on me. I knew that something is 'wrong' but yea, people have different types of tang in their life. Not mentioning he gave me the 'main mata' thingy the other day. I was frightened by that. I seriously wouldn't want to give it much thought though. But, I just can't.
What I can say is, I am sorry if I am being so paranoid, unreasonable and so suspicious but if you're standing in my shoes now, you'll know that those moves he does, are questionable. Despite everything that happened, I'm sorry for those who are offended by the post.

Presentation Day. Six days to fly back home.

I triggered my cousin’s anger at 1am today, sorry cuzzie but I need it for the presentation at 8am today. After setting up irritation in my cousin’s head, I went straight to bed and yea… I snored. At around 6.50pm aunty woke me up to get ready to send the girls to school. I wasn’t aware that it’s already 6.50pm but I managed to ask Daniel what time was it. When he said it’s 10 minutes before 7, I was like “GIRLS! COME ON! I GOT A PRESENTATION AT 8 FOR GOD’S SAKE!” so they did. Worried that I would be late (which I apparently did), I almost forgot the way to Linda’s school.

I stamped on the paddle rapidly so that I could reach their school as quick as I could, the traffic was fine but it was slow. I couldn’t remember much how long it took to send them all to school, not mentioning Ana’s as well. Then I reached home at 7.40 something and I prepared myself hastily.

There was a time when I grabbed my belt to put it on around my waist, and when I clicked it together, one of the buttons was gone. I do have another belt but I remembered my brother took it from me the other day when he’s going back to his house. I didn’t give much thought about that thing though. I remember I flung it away somewhere I couldn’t recall, and then got ready for college. I ran out of the house with my loosen jeans and with my Psych shirt to the bus stop. Of course it’s impossible for me to wait for a train because the time already shows that it’s almost eight, several more minutes and my turn to present my proposal.

I waited for like 10 minutes for a single cab to show up. I hopped on wishing that the road is smooth. When we left Pantai Dalam, suddenly I saw cars LINED UP like hell who knows… IT’S JAMMED!!!!! I don’t even have the nerve to look at the road; I closed my eyes and prayed that it would get better. Then suddenly the taxi driver turned the car to the left, right, left leeeeeeeeeeeeeeft, and to my astonishment, he managed to get me to Jalan Maarof and for those who don’t know where on earth is Jalan Maarof, it’s a road that is located almost to my college. I looked at the time, it’s 8.20am.

We reached college at around 8.25am and the fare was like RM8.10. I planned to give him the whole RM10 note because I was sooo late and thinking that waiting for the change would waste my time, but then I didn’t. I remember the advise from the elders . Nasihat ibubapa,”nak…kalau di tempat orang, belajar la berjimat yah” (supaya sampai Sabah ada duit pigi clubbing!) Nguah nguah nguah!!!.

I went in to the class, and Ms. Elaine gave me the ‘Haiye…’ face. “Sorry Elaine, just now I was….” Then she interrupted “I don’t wanna hear anything. You’re the last one to present.” Then OK lah… This Zimbabwean guy sat beside me (or I did? Hurmm…) he asked me where did I get the marking form, and I said it was from the course outline. He wanted to pinjam it and go photocopy so I said ok no prob. It was so tensed watching all the presentations from the candidates. I saw ‘multitasking’, ’platinum racquet’, “Greenest building on Earth” and so on *English pleeaaassseeee. Then when I think of mine, I remember ‘volunteer’, ‘psychologist’, ‘home’, ‘education’ silly words you can see painted on street walls. I guess I could’ve done better.

Then it was my turn. Some problems with my computer, I can’t connect to the LCD or is it, White screen board? I don’t even wanna remember. So The Zimbabwean went first, he presented his proposal in like 1minute and quarter. I tried cooling myself down, and there I was. Eyes were set on me~~ Woooooooo~~ Waaarrrghhh~~ Urggghh~~~ Na, I managed to recover my fear. I gave them a nice and comical start, and I was surprised that they really laugh on my weird act. I think I projected the loudest voice along the presentation.

“Good morning everyone, Mr. Bill Gates thank you so much for coming today. Fellow candidates. My name is blab la blab, 20 years old and from Sabah. I am currently studying in HUC taking bachelor of blab la blab…”.“Because education nowadays, Erm (giving the ‘hish!’ expression) important!”, “I don’t wanna talk about why should you pick me, because I am representing the world, not myself”. “I don’t wanna be like someone who’s watching Bersamamu and say uh, I hope I can do something to help! And then went back to sleep, snore” and again, THEY LAUGHED!

Then the moment of truth comes, Q&A session! Damn it, I’ve always hated this session since FOREVER! But then, questions only came from one guy. I managed to cut the question and tried answering it before he actually finishes off his question. All his 3 questions were answered directly without any ‘urm…,’ ‘Err…,’ ’Urghh..wait’. Damn I am so good in making up spontaneous answers *though it’s not accurately accurate LOL!. Hahaha! Sorry dude! But Chika, I managed to retrieve your dignity! LOL! Apparently, it was the same guy that asked Chika so many questions the other day and I made him look bad, oh what a bitchy *excuse the language act.

After I’m done with the presentation, and forgetting to thank the guy that lent me his computer (sorry, and thank you so much!), I went to my seat. One guy approached me and asked my help to do a review about something, I forgot! It took me around 10minutes to finish it up. After it’s done, he took it back from me and thanked me. Then what surprises me was, before he left he said “awesome presentation, man!” And I was like, “Err… Thanks I guess” then after that, I ran to the campus bus station to wait for the bus going to the main block. I hopped on and sat on the first row. Another guy came up to me again and said “hey, great presentation!” and again, I was… quiet and I looked at him. “Dude, it was a one-night-crammed work” and then the conversation keeps on going.

Ouh yea I forgot to mention my aunty. Aweyn and Nadia’s mom and Cikgu Asnah were here since yesterday. After getting off of the plane, they and aunty Ati went straight to Nilai and PKNS to buy some shawls and etc(had to include that) because I saw that they have 4 luggage full of fabrics. Shirts, Baju Kurungs, scarves, ouhh and I don’t what else they stuffed in those baggages. They left the house to the airport before I even reach the house. May God be with them along the way.

After everything’s tidied up, I and aunty were so exhausted and plain weak that we don’t even have the intensity to lift our butt up on the chair. We were so tired! It’s now 2.34pm; I’ll try to post something up later tonight. Maybe something will happen today, not hoping, just a feeling

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The Slides

P/S: My dad sent me the itinerary of my flight. Six days to go, and Sabah here I commmeee!!!

Nanny diaries, Payday and Aweyn leaves for T'Ganu

Monday, June 21 2009
I properly sit myself down to the other side of the field, facing the playground. Lotsa thing keep crossing my mind. It all started when I was thinking about the car that I use to drive these kids to the playground, the question goes like "did I parked the car properly?" then I sighed. Then, when I placed myself to where I was then, I decided to call a friend of mine, Boy. Yesterday, Boy gave me a missed call. That's what he always do when he needs to call somebody, notifying the people in the other side that he needs to talk which leads him to be the one that gets a call. I used to be the victim of that cleverness. Last night we talked for almost half an hour and eventually I killed my credit, Geez! I'm feeling mixed up. I was shocked but at the same time I'm glad cuz it happened perfectly in time! I don't wanna say that it's a bad thing but sometimes it irritates me that people would give missed calls wishing to be called back. But noooo... the story stops there.
I was sitting and playing the greatest game ever existed, tetris(!) when I realized that a lot of people are jogging. People are running, walking, playing and skateboarding. All of a sudden, it comes me, the last time I worked out was when I was still in Sabah! I couldn't believe that I am EXTREMELY lethargic to even stretch my muscles. But what surprises me is that, my body is losing its weight, not vice versa (mcm c Aweyn...ngah ngah ngah). I can't believe I actually bear with hunger everyday.
Anyways, didn't do much today. At first, I was struggling to push myself to go sit in front of the computer to start outlining my presentation next week. But then I was too occupied surfing and clicking the Yes and No button on Tagged. I don't feel like doing the presentation.
I didn't go to college as I was so lazy and also because I knew that it's a presentation day. Doesn't matter if I go or not. Its the day I begun my babysitting experience.


Tuesday, June 22 2009.
I woke up. Went upstairs just to find that the kids are still sleeping. They slept at the girls' room, but can barely see anyone there. Bet Ana is sleeping in uncle's room. I said to myself while heading to uncle's room "Hurm,now I can go and get ready for my claa...SHOOT! Where is everyone! Sya mau p class, sepa jaga budak2 nih!? Astagaa..~". Darn it, seems like I need to skip another class. DAMN DAMN DAMN! It's the time when I am reeeaaaaally eager to go for a class, and this sh*t happened!
So, canceled my plan. Got few plans for today, but but buttt....ARRGHHH!! calm down Indra, calm down....
=(.... =|....... :|...............:-}................................. : )
So, all I did today was just handling the kids. But thank God Farid's still here. He kindly went out to buy something for the kids, as a breakfast. But I'm the one who made them milks, bath them, asked them to sleep, kick 'em, whack 'em, smackdown, trampled 'em...weih weih weih...what do you think I am? An animal???
I was actually really surprised that I can actually handle those kids which the first time I came here, was with them and was about to kick them in the ass for putting me in to a misery. Everyday is like hell for me. Still remember one of them teared my toothpaste off and glued it all over the wall. And I once said to myself, "God, if you help me to be patient I'll spend you a Coffee Jelly Frappuccino at Starbucks". And here I am now, feels like the King Of The World! Woot woot!


Wednesday, June 23 2009.
I am happy to know that aunty's coming back today. I didn't go for class today becaaause... Well, I don't have one on wednesdays. I waited since morning, she said she'll be flying back to KL in the morning. And guess what, after waiting for hours she finally arrived at around 5pm. Shook her hand and went back downstairs to do what I was doing, SLEEPING! I was called few minutes later and they were asking whether I wanna go to the Mamak Stall at the back together with them or not. I said no, and they hung up. Then, I was called again to get my Nasi Goreng Ayam upstairs which actually tastes nothing like one! Tastes like...nothing!
So that's all for today.


Thursday, June 24 2009
Nothing much happened today, I went for class and...well, settle some stuff.
I went to the post office at PBD which I barely go to. And.......went back, sleep yada yada yadaa..~
Nite Thursday!
Ouh ouh, and uncle is coming back today! The last time before Khairi's leaving for Australia.


Friday, June 25 2009
Today I wasn't planning to do anything, just waiting the time to go take my pay at HOUSE+Co at 4pm until around afternoon when I got a call from Angie asking me whether I wanna go have lunch with her or not. I agreed and went out, took a train to Kelana Jaya and she fetched me up there. We were talking then decided to go to HOUSE+Co. Beside, I planned to go there after I had lunch with her, so we did. I had MHK and Pineapple Juice, and Angie had NLC BST and Grape Juice. If you're wondering what those MHK and NLC BST mean, let me tell you, it's actually some of the abbreviations that we used to write on the order chit. MHK stands for Mee Hoon Kerabu, NLC BST stands for Nasi Lemak Chicken Breast. LOL! I didn't finish mine but Angie did hers. I was pretty full cuz we were talking like non-stop! After paying for the foods, we went downstairs to buy a present for her friend. She invited me to go along with them but I refused, her friend is a Persian guy so there'll be alot of things that I would not understand, in terms of cultural, and lifestyle. So not me!
And then, we went to Aly's place. And wasting some time there talking and then checking out new gossips on GutterUncensored.com which I don't know that such site exists.
We leave Aly's place at around 7.40pm and she sent me to the LRT station, went to KL Sentral to bank my money in (Dusss...dapat gaji pertama dr HOUSE+Co pun mau kecoh!) and I went straight back home.

Saturday, June 26 2009
I stayed in my room since morning till night, without going out!
See, bear with your hunger Indra! Bear with it! Kotohhhhhhhhhhhh..~~~
But, in the night uncle brought us out to have dinner at around Kelana Jaya. It's at Fatty's Crab, seafood seafood seafooooodddd...not!
Wasn't that hungry after all.
When we went home, Khairi asked me whether we want to go to his friends' place to get some 'kebahagiaan' time. Me, Farid and Pija turned it down and computer here I am!

Sms Sms Sms!! It's Aweyn... She already landed at the airport in Terengganu.
Be cool Aweyn, I promise I'll come there. But not in the nearest time. She sounds like she's having some kind of flu when I called her, I knew that she cried. She just loves her mom so much that she can't leave her. She'll be missed by the family, that's for sure.
I'm sure Nadia will also miss her so much that she'll be crying in her room every night, no more denial Nadia, you love your sister!
All the best handling yourself there Weyn! Love ya cuz!


Sunday, June 27 2009
Online until morning. I know it's freakin' early to say this but I am really eager to book a ticket for raya.
ahahhaa! and I already did! I booked a ticket going back on September 15th 2009! exactly FIVE days before raya! Yeay!
We had an Western+Eastern kinda breakfast this morning. I ate two plates of Nasi Lemak.....and the day continues.....................

Kelmarin...

I killed my dream time last night by mugging up with my group assignment. I was sitting on the chair facing the screen of my computer blankly with my hand moving the mouse and clicking on unknown buttons since evening after I got up from my sleep (was so sleepy!). I knew that I need to start doing my work but then, my head was pretty distractible. Say sorry to God now son!
I was on the chair since 7 but just started doing the work at 12am. Chika kept calling me asking me whether I already finish my part or not. I lied to him a little though :P~ sorry Chix(puppy face). Anyways, After spending three nights at Yogi's, and getting few text messages from Linda asking me when am I gonna come home, I finally decided to go home.
Kal and Jordan were there when I finished packing all my stuff. I released the awkwardness with some conversations I invented myself and eventually managed to get Lingga to be the centre of attention :P~ sorry to Lingga too (banyak sda dosa sya). Kal, Jordan and Yogi just got back from some badminton tournament which I never go to. It's not that I don't play games, but I don't feel like taking my time mixing something that I am familiar with something that I am not, and no I'm not talking about the people but the place.


I took the RapidKL T634 to Bangsar LRT Station and decided to go KL Sentral first instead of going home straight away which a loner would certainly do. When I reached there, there were some new booths that were situated in the middle of the building (Ppfrttt.. like I know it's the centre). One I saw was a booth for a fiesta called Pesta Malam Indonesia (I guess~) Some tables were arranged and names like Sheila On 7, Gigi and some more were sticked in front of the table. But the artists were not there yet.
I don't feel like staying there, I dragged myself up to the food court upstairs and ordered a Nasi Goreng Black Pepper, my favorite! Then Air Sirap. I munched everything to the end till the last bit without looking around cuz I am sure that time I was VERY HUNGRY!(cheh, every 5 minutes oso feels like that mahh~~) I finished my Air Sirap and walked out of the court. Insert a RM1 note to the KTM ticket machine and by accident the train was actually there! The escalator was damn slow so I decided to run together with my 100KG shoulder bag and laptop case while saying "Sorry, sorry, excuse me, excuse me..." to all the people that were standing on my path.
Everyone was looking at me, but I told myself that I look gorgeous on that day and that's the reason why they set those stares on me. Trus bilang aku meng'encourage' kunun diri aku..."Ah, peduli apa! memang sya hensem" bilang dlm hati... Tapi dalam otak, trus ada jua tpikir manatau zip sya tbuka tp nda jua sya meninguk, malas suda kan.
Made it home, and took a bath. Perform my prayer, switch on my computer and let the solo piano play by itself and then I slept like baby. Woke up at around 6pm or 7pm, shower and performed my prayer. Lied to Chika then continue doing my assignment at around 12, finished at around 2am and went to bed at 3am. ulang story kan?

P/S: Father's Day Mood.( June 21st 2009 kan???)