Radio GaGa

Currently I am in Phnom Penh and absolutely broke since the lecturer was supposed to bank-in my money for the class trip back in February did not bank-in on time. Thankfully, supermom is kind enough to loan of which I will definitely return it back.

Four days in Saigon has been amazing, especially when one fly with MH758 and getting all the amazing hospitality. Gotta love FA Zarina and Naeem - he said "becareful, its really hot"over the delicious Beef Satay with Nasi Tomato meal. I thought they would have been stucked up but they were really friendly towards the entire journey.

I even met the Captain who happened to be an Old Frees as well. Perhaps, the overwhelming moment in the cockpit risen up my body temperature where at the airport the heat sensor machine detected yellowness instead of green over me and the security stopped me on the side.

I was terrified because I was then suspected to have fever - which is terrible since I have just landed on my first destination of my backpacking trip. I was put on the quarantine section for 10 minutes with Fly Boy while Kak Sofia, Miss Reporter and Miss Korea as well as The Other Deutsch waited for us across the immigration counter.

"Its the longest 10 minutes in my life," said Fly Boy.

Then thankfully we were released and continued our amazing adventure in Saigon where firstly we all almost died crossing the road and eventually got used with the traffic which seemed to be more of Rempit Heaven. 10 million people in the city, 6.5 million motorcycles.

We went around the city and even to the Cu Chi (pronounced Koo-Chee) where the Viet Cong Liberation Army is based and fought the Americans.

I'm not supposed to write anything down here since I'm supposed to be on travel mode. However, the availability of internet connectivity has trapped me.

Genocide Museum has been too disturbing and I have mixed feelings about going to the Killing Fields tomorrow. I will be leaving to Ancient City tomorrow noon for even more adventures.

Lights, Camera, Action

The Mid Stay Orientation Camp went smoothly though it was in one of the most congested city in the highlands. Everyone behaved, and it was a good time for everyone. Certainly feels good to be back volunteering again.

On a different note, I've got my result for my exams. It was not perfect but I'm satisfied.

GPA:3.833

CGPA:3.804

A rise from the previous one of 0.018. I must do better next semester. My mum is happy too she wanted to cry all again of which she almost did after the previous exams. I thank God for the brain I still have functioning well even with mere 2 hours of sleep during the study break.

It was fun hanging out with my only friend from high school whom I see on regular basis. This is what we did on Sunday evening recently. [Click]

Another thing to look forward is I'm going to be flying on MH765 to Tan Son Nhat and returning from Suvarnabhumi of the following Sunday with FD3573.

Goodbye, and I shall be back in another 10 days.

Under Attack

Saturday, June 13th 2009.

07:00- awake

07:30- breakfast

07:50- driving school

11:20- nutmeg factory

11:35- gamat bam shop

11:45- home, pack

12:30-lunch

12:50- bus terminal

13:00- depart to Polluted City

18:00- arrival at Polluted City

19:00- KL Chapter Farewell Party

22:35- leave for Sentral

23:05- arrived in Sentral

23:35- train to Serdang

Sunday, June 14th 2009.

00:05- arrived in Serdang

00:40- arrived in The Homely Comfort Room, the fugly hostel.

01:00- laundry, errands

04:00- sleep

11:00- awake

12:00- clean room

14:00- get ready

16:20- leave for KL

17:35- arrived in Desa Kudalari (Dingy's place)

18:45- walk to Jalan Alor for breakfast, lunch and dinner

19:55- walk to Pavilion

21:35- back to Desa Kudalari

22:00- travel channel, download Mac updates, Gaga

Monday, June 15th 2009.

01:00- sleep

06:30- awake

06:55- leave for Pudu Girl's School- AFS KL Interview

07:50- arrived in Pudu Girl's School

08:15- start conduct interview/group activities/games

13:55- morning sessions end

13:57- lunch break

14:15- resume afternoon sessions

17:30- ends interview/games

18:15- leaves for Sentral

18:40- arrives in Masjid Jamek, bumped into 11 students and Amelia

19:25- train rush hour, late

19:35- settle down, send off everyone [11+4+3=students, volunteers]

19:45- online, send urgent resume to Dad

20:05- dinner

20:15- typing these

probability to happen the next few hours..

20:50- be back in Serdang

21:25- shuttle bus

22:00- back in the fugly hostel

22:30- settle down, laundry

23:00- sleep, hopefully?

Tuesday, 16th June 2009.

06:15- awake, get ready

07:15- leave for Sentral

08:05- arrive in Sentral

08:30- gather everyone in McD

09:00- leave for Mid Year Camp

I officially have no life until Thursday and that shall last for about 18 hours, and will end the moment I get my results. Saturday, I leave the country until the 28th. Suddenly, sleep is an indulgence that is too expensive to even obtain.

Breathless

I am back in the city. 

And a busy week ahead. 

I need to make appointment with sleep, we're not destined to be together.

To Love Somebody

It has been a few days since I last posted anything up. I am home. Its the best place to be in the world, geographically. Also, tremendously priceless to be with loved once after a whole long months of hectic and cluttered mess of my mind. Its rather strangely therapeutic to just laze and sleep like the kitty cat.

I could barely remember what I have been doing the past few days. All I can remember is mostly sleep, eat, play with cat, watch The Nanny and The Simpsons, and few long hours indulging with Nigella and Jamie Oliver plus several more hours watching Kardashian and thats pretty much how the cycle has been.

I was in Little India with Nadiah for her Photo Communication class where we snap for a bit and there was an entire I <3>Tok Nah and Mami. Tok Nah has been with the family since she was 2 years old and she is almost 80. She is not related but has been taking care of my mum and Mami, whom is my mum first cousin, as in the eldest in their family tree as well as many other people in the family including myself. Mami is famous for her Roti Sorai/Jala, Pulut Kacau and Biskut Jem Tart as well as Acar. Her granddaughters plays squash for the country. I love these two ladies the most and would never miss a chance to visit them each time I come home.

Mami treated me some meals of scrumlicious chunky satay with unusually sweet gravy with some nice Bihun Singapore (more of white vermicelli with pepper) and pulut udang. These ladies don't earn much and in fact they don't have earnings at all rather than few orders they make and financial courtesy from other relatives. I earned so much of love and joy from them and treasure it to death and love them to bits.

Meanwhile at home, mak has been making Kari Ikan Kering and Gulai Ketam - the few of my favorite homemade delicacies. I eat them to the point you may think there is no need to clean the plate. Nothing in the Big City could ever be compared with such heavenly joy as it is at home.

Also, its just rather too rewarding to be having Koko Krunch in the middle of the night when one feels hungry. I don't have the proper storage to keep milk back in college and thus its just a stunning privilege to be at home even for just a week. I wish I could have more time but due to other faithful commitment I would have to sacrifice the other remaining week of such penny short semester break.

A trip to Batu Feringghi would definitely complete part of the homecoming trip especially on getting some DVDs. Sometime, they become extinct throughout the night due to police raid and if one is lucky you're good to go. Its illegal, anyway and people still buy them. The world is just too expensive for original product sometimes. Capitalism, see. Not ordinary behavior but just rather cognitive dissonance.

The last 4 mornings at home are spent at the driving school. I learned how to park and how to go on the hill yesterday and today I learned how to drive on the road. Its jaw-dropping sometime and I feel I'm getting the hang of balancing the clutch and accelerator.

I shall retire to bed or otherwise it will be another tiring day. I need to pack back to the Evil City too..

[P/S: I know you might read, and have been reading since January 14th 2008 - based of the comment found and might just not notice any crap but the title is for you]

I'll Do Anything

Things I indulge to do when I come home to the island.

MH1154 KUL>PEN

A Boeing 737-400.

CX693 HKG>PEN

A Boeing 777-300.

Don't you just love it? Its amazing. Huge, and gargantuan with a hundred people in it at least - more or less. They depart and land safely, most of the time.

And sincere condolences to those affected by Air France AF447 (GIG) Galeao Antonio Carlos Jobim, Rio De Janeiro bound to (CGD) Charles De Gaulle, Paris.

I do not know what else to do on Tuesday. If you're around me, gimme a holla!

My Way Home Is Through You

I am home!

Earlier today, I was cleaning my room from 3-5AM (yes, finally) and completed my errands then. I fell asleep and didn't hear the alarm at all until my mum and a significant other called for 17 times. Thankfully it was 9AM. I had to catch the 11.15AM bus as I was heading to Midvalley with some friends. It was quite a challenge to SMS 10 people and hoping the other 6 would respond but they are just, simply perfectly bunch of ignorant and too busy with their life and only come to me for help kind of people so I just couldn't help but to ignore them whether they were coming or not. You can't really do anything much if your friends aren't committed to you, see.

So, a great day I had plus lunch at Carl's Jr. and we even went bowling. Later, I headed to Old Railway to catch the bus with Sheena and her to two exchange friends from Germany and Switzerland whom they've known each other back then in Arkansas (pronounced Ar-kaan-saw) in 2006. They were here for summer break. We headed on the bus and it was a non-stop of laughter as we sat right at the back of the bus and each time the bus bounce, we bounced too.

When we arrived (after few beggings to my mum) we brought the 3 girls for tandoori at Kapitan after touring around Georgetown and it was even more heartful laughter going on. I love AFS people when we get along too well. We laugh so much like there's no yesterday since we laugh so much about things from the past, present and even future. We sent them to a nice decent backpackers hotel where they will stay for the night before heading to Langkasuka Island tomorrow.

I headed home, welcomed warmly by my dad and my kitty cat.

I love being home.

All I need to do is to listen to Zee Avi and Lenka.

Loving You Monday Morning

Its 2.41am.

I'm still cleaning my room. I have not even packed yet. My room is forever like a broken titanic each time I clean it. I have so much of stuff I don't even know where they came from.

I will be leaving by 11am, and to Midvalley with friends then home; Prince of Wales Island by 4pm. And I have not even packed yet. 

OMG!

And I started to indulge in a sense of feeling over a particular significant other. 

Saturday Night (Is The Loneliest Night In The Week)

Its only Friday and I have nothing else better to do. I have just finished my paper which was disappointing and I think I wouldn't mind retaking the paper since my carry mark were amazingly low and I have no faith in getting any A for this paper so if I don't even get a B, I definitely would want to take it. 

Nevertheless, its going to be a boring Saturday and I will have nothing to do and thus since I have not been hobo-ing myself around the city much I perhaps would just take the train, stop somewhere random and walk around. Go to museum, Jalan Telawi maybe, or even KLpac. Its too bad I don't have my sister's DSLR with me at the moment. 

I'm going home on Sunday evening, and the same time I'm going out with college friends before going home. Hopefully, I would catch the bus on time. 

Friday I'm In Love

Its the last paper, and I'm going to be free from this semester for about 2 weeks or even perhaps 3. Its exciting and I can't wait for holiday in Prince of Wales Island.

However, I'm worried about my last paper at 3pm. I understood the concept but could barely remember much. And my carry mark is super low compared with other classes of which I had gained what I excelled during class and etc..

We shall wait and see the result when the semester opens again.

Can't Take My Eyes Of You

LOVE IT.

Work here after degree I get, fly around the world again I will. 

Hey Jude

We went out at 5pm, headed to the worst interstate public bus terminal to get bus tickets. Then we headed to IKEA for some furniture hunting for the new house we're moving in, except that I would only move in the next semester. Oh we were caught in traffic for ages too, because its rush hour. They bought stuff for families and I just browsed around and indulged my eyes with those vibrant and comfy bed I dream to sleep on. 

After almost 2 hours in the building we left. We definitely missed out the meatballs, perhaps not liked by some and thus went to Rasta@TTDI. It was crowded and intimidating, and we headed to Bora Asmara instead, which was spoilt by the noise of a governmental community college student night out; seems they have been sponsored with prettyful bus. 

We went back to Rasta and had our dinner there. Awfully, its packed and the famous nasi lemak we were supposed to have has already gone. Nevertheless, I feel bloated by 1am. We hung out and just talk. A pair of new love bird, a workaholic girl with super enthusiasm was finally head over heels for someone and there was too, c'est moi. 

I was fairly uncomfortable with the venue we had our dinner, though it seems pretty common like most food court the one thing intimidated me twas there was prettyful people with prettyful cars. None of which I would ever be able to drive in my 20s. Dream on, and don't dream its over. 

No, I did not have the amazing Swedish Meatballs in IKEA even if some people says its not entirely favorable at all. And I only have one partner-in-crime [note, BFF to Egypt =)] to eat those whom is away from the country at the moment thus I shall refrain myself from approaching and instead delaying gratification for this. After all its commonly a special day out. 

We got back by 2am, and now its already 3am. I'm in the foyer with some friends studying plus enjoying the luxury of faster internet as the one in my room is rather dead. 

Yup, so much for an infrastructure university to be. 

I noticed I've been playing around with the fonts to see which one is the most appropriate and suits what I write, or perhaps they just match the situation.

Now I would rather wonder who actually reads, and the respond hereafter.

Too Darn Hot

I'm getting fairly uncomfortable with the weather. 

On Monday, I had exam at 8.45am, then later that night another paper at 8.15pm. While most friends are alreadt done with most of their exam, I still have another paper on Friday. Bleh.

I got back to college at about 7am today, after almost 10 hours of hoo haas. My body aches. I went for a run while waiting for friends to get over with their exams. 

Later that night, we went to have dinner in Precint-something. A friend had gastric, on his birthday while we were karaoke-ing. We eventually hung out in the hospital for a bit before heading back and which continued to the airport hang out with less people on our side as well at the airport. Its bloody 4am, nobody flies on that time except Qatar Airways. 

We headed to the lower cost terminal which was obviously so much more busier than ever. Irregardless, we saw some nice car around including this. 

ZOMG. Guilty pleasure to even like the environmental killing giant. 

I can't wait to go back to the Prince of Wales Island.

Ignore grammar error. Not in the mood to write well.