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I'm almost done packing. Its something I really am not good at.

I'm leaving the great island of amazing food. I am satisfied with the mediocre gastronomical adventure I had, of which includes the favorite Kari Ketam, Gulai Ikan Kering, Char Kuey Teow, Mee Baker, Nasi Kandaq Beratoq, and the list is just never ending. Unlike in KL, food here is good everywhere. Almost.

Back then around college radius area. Food sucks. Big time.

At least I get fat at home.

Then I can starve as much, until I go home again, which is inconsistently irregular.

I can look as skinny as a stick but I have when I have belly. I envy those guys with nice abs.

Going back to the city means a busy life. However, I like to keep in touch with friends.

Let's have coffee date?

Mamak ada jual Caramel Macchiato, Cold, Less Ice, 3 shot with Soy Milk tak?

p/s: I survived driving in the smallest lane in the island, or at least big road with 2-3 cars on the sides blocking the way making 2 way become one. Which also means that I can officially drive everywhere else in this country! Except I only know reverse parking, and absolutely hate the other 2 way of parking. And stoopid drivers as well.

You Rock My World

I am in the world most amazing island of great food.

Will write more later.

Feel lazy. Can or not?

When It All Falls Apart

Well, its gone and done now. A week ago or so, it was something and now its nothing. At least something happened.

Sigh.

I was home on Monday, right after I've sent off the ultimate-sushi-arts-for-grab-KLpac-camp-volunteer-partnet-in-crime to New Zealand to further her studies. Her flight departed on Sunday and I left for home the following day. Urgh, this sentence became just too redundant.

Anyway, going to Klang for Gong Xi at Tyng's was a challenge as I missed the morning bus and the train was being bitchy and late, and there was just too many foreign workers with their very foreign body odour. Dang.

I've not been writing much nor been reading any other blog as I got too lazy and just too overwhelmed with so many stalkers coming in and the probability of me being googled is all time high right after the never-happened-incident with youknowwho.

You can never have anything you want most in life, and when you have it and you'd screw the moment immediately and thats it.

Life goes on.

This Can't Be Love

Home is when you can have jiwang moment with low fat milk with koko krunch, omelet with cheese and unlimited Milo and Curry Maggi and chocolates while watching MTV.

Plus, with your cat wanting you to spank it and feed it with food. And your ever comfortable, ever-surviving bantal busuk avoiding u from waking up for the day.

Off I go to make chocolate chip cookies with extra chocolate chips!

Ta.

Deepavali Vanakam to all friends!

p/s: yes I know I should have made muruku but I have no recipe! but enjoy this video.

Nobody's Home

I am home.

I had Char Kuey Teow too.

I came home with dad, on dad's friend's car. A Kompressor C200. Which went so fast, I drooled when I slept. These does not happen often, the joy ride I mean.

When we went into dad's Waja it all felt different. A Bolehland car.

Bolehland metal crap.

Mum is at somewhere in the city for some conference, which I deliberately wouldn't care much as long she is happy. Also, appears on national tv news this weeklong.

I am home.

I have Ben, the last living cat. He is white. Given by neighbor's friend. His twin, Pee Dee is gone and so has Billie Brown =/

I am home.

Good night.

And if you are in this amazing island of great food, please let me know so we can hang out and I wont be too socially deprived.

No Christmas For Me

The journey home wasn't smooth at all. The ATM machine by the CIMB ate my Islamic account card and now I have to wait for it to be sent to home branch in Queensbay for a week or two. By the time the card comes home, I will be back in KL. Stoopid, isn't it?

Patient, patient. Only a day left of Ramadan.

As I boarded the flight, I went in later and did not act kiasu and just waited for everyone goes in. However, much to my disappointment of earlier unfortunate event I was given a window seat as requested but did not notice it was odd number.

It was 7F.

In most flights, odd numbers by the window don't exactly have any window. Pfft. And as I settled down a lady came and smooshed her bag over my boxes of Krispy Kreme. Then after removing my doughnuts and put it under the seat the lady was asked to move to another seat since she was only on standby ticket. I was still unhappy (thankfully not angry) with her snubby attitude and was surprised that she was moved into Business Class.

Double Pfft.

What it matters so much to me? Well, I'm a travel enthusiast and a huge fan of the local airline with the glitz and glams. So it did pinch me a bit.

Irregardless, I stayed for a bit and went out from the flight as the last person because I like to thank all the flight attendant for their services either it was good or bad. I headed home to be wit home with my beloved family and cat. All the other cats have gone, except one white and aging cat named Ben. Its all good to be home.

Anyway, I should forget all the little things that annoyed me over the last hours and be merry for this joyous holiday feast.

Eid Mubarak, Salam Lebaran, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf zahir batin. Pardon my sin and wrongdoings, forget the past and move forward for future.

Be safe on when you travel this festive season. Remember, its time to celebrate not to be in funerals!

Love you all!! =D

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. 

Homecoming

I'm home, again. Total surprise for my parents.

And I want to work on this thing one day. 

A Journey Through Hell

After performing in Nasyid, and loosing in the competition (which doesn't really matter because we were special, singing song in English about Gaza) I took off for quick break with friends and back to the comfort of my room and had a quick sleep of 4 hours. I woke up at 7.30am on Thursday, having Islamic Studies presentation waiting for me to settle and successfully done it with great bunch of teammates. All was done by 10.30 and we had a quick break or more or less early lunch until about noon and I went for a short nap before class starts at 1pm. 

We had drama going on with our society establishment, and the drama continued until 6pm and by the time I got back to my room I was distracted with a million other things to do and rushed for the meeting at 8pm. It went on until about 10pm and I went back to my room to pack up. I headed back to the cafe to have chat and tension releasing moment with friends and so much of laughter we had while waiting for other friends to finish up their assignments. 

We headed to Prima Avenue by 1am, and was there until it was almost 5.30am. It was one of he most productive pillow talk ever in my life. It became a sort of informal meeting and brainstorming sessions, and I think it should and might just would be done on regular basis. We got back at the hostel by about almost 6-something am and was there until it was sunrise. 

More chat and gibberish joke were flying among us. 

My friend sent me to the main bus station which is a sort of nightmare of my life since I usually frequent the Old Railway Station bus hub but I had to rush back to the great Prince of Wales Island for a driving school appointment. I arrived by 2pm, got ready by 3pm and headed straight until 6pm. Its mum's birthday as well so we had a kind of celebration more or less by having everyone home. I only slept at about 3am. 

We had a great nasi kandar breakfast the next morning and I continued to laze the day and made my sister bring me to get some name tags and lanyard in Nanyang on Carnavon Street. Love this old shop, and bargained with the uncle and had dirt cheap discounts. Headed home, slept, again.

Its been somewhat unproductive weekend with too much of sleep but the best part I get to spend time with my family. On Sunday morning I headed to Tanjung Marina in between Church Street Pier and Weld Quay for AFS Penang Chapter Launch. It was fun to see something from Penang is on and meeting old friends is just pleasant. I was brought home by Yelena's parents and we stopped by Rope Walk for some fruits. Having my sister ever-amazing DSLR I snapped as much as I could. 

Lazed in home until now and I have right about 1 more hour before I leave this great island. Big sigh. Back to the ever sinful, ever evil, ever fast, ever imperfect city. 

Comin' Home Baby

I am home. 

The best island in the whole wide world. 

and Happy Birthday to the woman responsible for my existence. 

=D