LIVING LA VIDA LOCA!!!

Cumpleanos feliz, Cumpleanos feliz, Cumpleanos feliz, Cumpleanos feliz…… this is "Happy Birthday to you" in Spanish (but I can’t remember whether this is the correct spelling or not, I’ll edit later if i have to).

No.. am not crazy.. title above is correct, but today is Mekna’s 25th Birthday (gosh!! we’re a quarter of century old this year.. oh man…!!) so I wanna wish her. It’s also Mek Dek’s and Nipah’s birthday. Oso yeye’s (ejay’s fiance). So slamat! slamat!!! Aku masih muda… still 24.. huehuehue…. (and Na, I just found out that you’re not included in Dog year, coz Dog year started on 25th January 1982, nyeh3…)

So this 2nd part will be about Mekna’s last nite out with the girls as a single girl (or should i say woman?). We invited a number of people but only 8 managed it. After much contemplations, we decided to have dinner at Bora Ombak. The theme that night was "slutty sexy" but of courselaa slutty sexy standard kitoranglaaa.. bukanlaaa standard heritage row… ahakz.

i gotta write thank you emails so i’ll update later later kay. tomoro gotta go buy plet number for my sister’s new car, lusa got futsal tourney. So… paham2 jerlah ek.. till then.. mwahhh!!!!!

Where were we? Oh ya.. Bora Ombak.. We ordered ala carte. Spaghetti, Grilled Salmon.. nothing too fancy. But it took more than one hour for everything to arrive at our table!!! Gile betol laa.. We were so pissed and Maylin even cancelled her order. Then when we were about to pay, their cash register broke down and they have to write down everything and calculate it manually!!! Macam buat maths masa skolah tue.. It took ages for them to do it and another century (yeah am exaggerating but it was that bad okay!) so we told the Manager we’re not gonna pay the 10% service charge. We weren’t being stingy or berkira but come on laa.. u don’t deserve a 10% service charge for that kind of lousy service.

So we left. Mek Tett left with Nipah and Me and Ili sent Maylin back. The rest agreed to meet us at Alexis GE Mall later. We met up at Alexis and when I took my seat guess what happened? The waitress (or waiter, can’t remember) SPILLED iced chocolate on the table and it sloshed kena MY clutch, my jeans and my buddies yg duduk nearby. I automaticaly said "What the hell is wrong tonight?!!" and I think Ili said "Oh My, we’re Jinxed!" and Mekna said "Is this some kinda bad sign?" (I might misquote a little bit, pardon my memory but it was to that effect laa).

We had our drinks and ate the yummy-licious brownies with vanilla ice-cream. Esoh’s treat. And btw, Siti got her ice chocolate free coz it was hers that got spilled on us. About 12.30am we decided to leave and head to Heritage Row. Ili went drove off alone and the 5 of us (Me, Esoh, Mekna, Siti and Najah) got into Esoh’s car.

The moment we got in the car (Najah in front with Esoh, Siti sat between me and Mekna) Mekna’s sister called her, so she was on the phone. I took out my compact powder but I suddenly noticed some rempits passing our car slowly. So I slipped my MAC back into my clutch coz I didn’t want to get unwanted attention. But things got weirder.

More and more rempits coming around the car (we were heading towards the KLCC traffic light near Yap Kwan Seng) and all of sudden our car was SURROUNDED by countless rempit. Esoh locked the car at the nick of the time. One of them tried to open Mekna’s door. It was starting to get crazy.

They were in front, left, right and behind us. We were TOTALLY surrounded by at least 50 (i’m seriously not exaggerating here!) rempits. We  could barely move. To make things worse, the light was red so we had to stop. One of them banged Esoh’s window really hard I almost thought it was going to break, and believe me, NO CAR dared to move at the traffic light eventhough the light has changed to green. Fortunately there was a car in front of us, so when it moved (very slowly) we followed the car slowly (we wanted to go straight but since we were forced to go the extreme left, we had no choice) and when we found the coast in front was clear, Esoh sped off.

We wanted to call for help but we didn’t know whom to call. And all those people in the cars at the traffic light could only watch okay. Boleh tengok jer… tak berani nak buat pape.. memang there’s nothing they could have done pon coz semua orang takut gila rempit amat banyak(tak layak diguna the word ramai sebab ramai utk manusia, diorang nih setan, lahanat dan yg sewaktu dengannya). We managed to lose them.

We refused to let the psychopaths ruin our night so we went on with our plan to go to
Heritage Row. First stop was Bar Savanh but they were playing house which was not my type of music. We went to Wine Room to listen to the live band. Not as crowded as Savanh.. but i like it that way.. We went back and forth between Savanh and Wine Room and later we went to Cynna. Alaa. malas laa nak update.. having running nose nih dah kol 4.30 pagi. Sambung later kayh. huehue.. gudnite..

I’m alone at home, listening to Nickelback and doing my laundry (there are 5 separate categories so go figure how long will i finish all of that bunch of clothes). I’ve both NIP/TUCK seasons 1&2. Picked up season 2 from JD at his office after the MAERSK assessment test at Holiday Villa (the IQ test was quite easy but as usual i took my own sweet time I forgot they only gave 12 mins for 50Qs. Darn).

I wanna write about the girls night out but i need to check with Mekna first about what needs to be filtered. Ahak. So i’m logging out now to take care of my laundry and watch NIP/TUCK. Adios.

Yeah i know i know.. been promising a sequel to Mekna’s wedding.. but still havent posted any.. sorry lah peeps, been busy with job interviewslah…

Yesterday got two, today was suppose to have one, but i was in the state of minor gering-ness so i called MSC (not multimedia super corridor ok) and postpone the thing tomorrow.

I already have two other first stage interviews this Friday with Maxis and Maersk but then my agency called me and managed to talk me into agreeing to attend another Schlumberger interview (yesterday was for different post) and cancel Maxis.

Isk… dah penat dah pegi interview.. I hope Boustead and Kurnia bosses will give their approvals soon. I hope I will get either or both coz they are very good listed companies. Then I can choose the best for me in terms of job scope, location (it’s important ok, i’m moving to Bukit Raja in March, and fuel price will rise again this year), salary (duhhhh..) and benefits.

I have planned to write this for a few days but it’s been quite a hectic week and i couldn’t find a peaceful time to blog.. It’s already 3am 25th December.. For others, this means Christmas day, but for us, it’s Mek Na’s Wedding..

I’m sort of the ‘maid of honour’ for the wedding.. and i’ve lots to say.. but like i said, it’s already 3am and i haven’t even ironed my baju kurung.. and the akad nikah is at 11.30am (I’ve to be there around 10am to receive the guests).

I promise if i’m not sick tomorrow (am having a running nose rite now), i’ll update this entry. laters!!!

Dec 28th - hey guys, i’m back.. so very very sorry.. yesterday mase tgh smangat giler nak blog, i donno why BOTH yahoo and friendster takleh masuk. almost one whole day!!!! so tak terupdate laa bende nih… the night before that pulak termelepak kat Kopitiam lama sangat, sampai dah tak larat nak blog. Ahakz.

Errmmm.. where should i start ya??? alaa… tgh chat ngan friends in Ireland lak.. i continue later kay. mwahh..

                                                                         Friday, Dec 29th, 2006. 0300 hours

ALEENA/FAROUQI - PART 1

I am sooooo happy for both of them… They are each other’s first real love, and they have been together since First Year in UTM. They are of the same age, and same size scale (both petite for their genders). They are both NIKs of Kota Bharu, and are actually distant relative. The difference is MekNa was raised in KB, Aqi (as what he is fondly called by us) in Shah Alam. MekNa speaks Kelate, Aqi’s Kelantanese sounds a bit Siam-ish. Eheheheh.. ;p

Anyway, despite the bickerings and fights they had, they really are made for each other. She gives her support and strength to him, he gives his undying love to her.

I’m glad that I have good rapport with almost all of my best friends’ boyfriends (except for Remon - and that is coz he doesn’t know how much I rooted for him. If he knows, we would have better rapport). Being friends (not necessarily good friends) with your friends’ boyfriends make your life and friendship easier.

Why? Because this would mean the dynamics of your friendship won’t change that much. Coz their boyfriends know you. So when you eventually get married, you can still hangout like you always do, coz these dudes respect your friendships. Mustaqim (Elisa’s bf) even went to the extent of saying "Hmm.. kalau jelitawan2 Zainab berkumpul, mane boleh kacau". Which is actually soooo true.

I mean, we Zainab girls have a really strong bond with each other. So we really appreciate it if we’re not disturbed when we’re chilling together. I get so annoyed if any of us get a long phone call from the BFs (more than 5 mins is considered long when you’re out with your girls). Not that I’m bitter coz I don’t have a bf, coz even when I had a bf before, I won’t be disturbed by unnecessary phone calls from my bf. I think my friendship with my ZS buddies is like a dude’s friendship. We almost never bring our partners when we have a get-together. Only girls, trading gossips and updating each other with the latest developments in our lives.

And now that most of us (this doesn’t include me ok) are getting hitched next year, I treasure our quality time together more. Yelaa.. sedangkan mase bercinta pon Bf is priority #1, inikan pula biler dah kawin when Suami memang WAJIB jadi priority #1.

Since MekNa is the first of the XENON babes to get married,
we’ve yet to see how marriage affects our friendship. I hope it won’t. Not that we hangout everyday or talk on the phone every other day (though we do YM almost everyday), but still…

I’ll continue the Part 2 by telling the story of MekNa’s last night out with the girls as a single woman. Stay tuned….. I might even upload some sizzling pictures of the nite.

I’ve been having insomnia for so long. From averaging at 4am now I’ve graduated to AFTER 8am. Since I couldn’t sleep, I think it’s time for me to write more of her. I’m not asking for sympathy here, I just wanna write so that I’ll always remember. I don’t wanna save it in my pc coz I’m afraid I’ll read it everyday. I don’t trust my brain to remember every single detail in another ten or twenty years. I will use both languages here whenever appropriate.

Wednesday morning on 22^nd November was my second final paper, Financial Strategy. I have been wanting to rant about the darn subject but its importance pales compared to the story I’m going to write. For the first time ever since I sat for my CiMA exam, I wore baju kurung to the examination hall. UM exam hall is very famous for its wintering temperature. I don’t know why somehow the hall wasn’t that freezing that day. Maybe I was numbed. I don’t know. I wanted to attend Niti’s funeral. If possible I wanted to catch a glimpse of her before she permanently leaves this world. I wore cream, the only baju kurung closest to plain white I have.

My paper started at 9.10 am and finished at 12.30 noon. I went to ziarah the night before, arriving at her house at about 2am (I blame Yusri for not telling me the news earlier, I got the call from Azdi when it was already half past eleven). When I got back home I miserably tried to study but little got through my brain. I only had about 30 minutes of sleep that night.

I hurried out of the hall without so much of a nod to my classmates. I sped straight to Taman Tun. I was frustrated when Epool replied my text saying they were already getting ready to go the Taman Tun Mosque for sembahyang jenazah right after Zuhr. I knew I’ll NEVER get to see her for the last time (when I went the night before her husband, Abang Arie won’t let me see her. He said he’s sure she wants to be remembered as she was before she’s sick).

 
I went to the mosque and was a bit consoled to see several of my KT mates there. Helmi, Ali, Epool, Iqbal… If I missed a name I’m really sorry. My mind didn’t register much that day. The boys joined the prayer and I waited at the ladies section with Kak Nita, Niti’s friend whom I met a few months ago during Akik’s birthday party (eldest son). She was Niti’s friend when she was in MRSM KT (yup, she’s also an ex-kt).

It was pouring so everybody waited at the porch. Abang Arie and their 3 kids were already in the van jenazah. Sugul benar wajahnya membuatkan aku sebak. Aku tahu betapa cintanya Abang Arie padanya. Only Akik understands, the other two are too young to understand that their Mama was never gonna come home again. When the rain subsided, I ran to my car and followed the other cars to Tanah Perkuburan Bukit Kiara. When I reached there, I saw Anisa and another friend (sorry i wass too disraught i forgot your name but I definitely recognize your face) when I wanted to park.

Pantas aku turuti orang lain yang berjalan menuju ke lahad yang sudah sedia digali. Aku sehabis mungkin mahu melihat juga sepintas lalu wajahnya kerana kebiasaannya bahagian muka akan dibuka supaya pipi boleh menyentuh tanah. Tetapi memang takdirku tidak sempat melihatnya. Terlalu ramai mengelilingi, I could only see Abang Arie turun ke dalam liang lahad untuk menyambutnya. Bila aku berjaya mendekati, mereka sudah mula menurunkan papan untuk menutupnya. It reminded me to the moments when Ninda and Anis were buried 5 years ago. Their passing were exactly 40 days apart. The indescribable feeling of knowing that I’ll never see her. EVER AGAIN.

I could only watch mournfully bila mereka mula menimbus. Sometimes I was distracted by one of the family members who was recording it on video. Maybe they want her children to watch it one day. How there were a lot of people there paying their last respects to her. I tried my best not to cry openly. I just watched them at work blankly. I saw a woman crying non-stop nearby (later I found out it was Kak Ola, her brother-in-law’s wife – Niti used to refer her as “my Maria Farida-lookalike-biras”).

Sesudah selesai, tikar dibentang dan Abang Arie with the kids sat on it, along with a couple of family members and the Ustaz. Talqin mula dibaca dan bila sahaja Ustaz itu menyebut “Wahai Akitaniti Mas Ayu Binti Kamariah…”, my composure faltered. It’s not a dream, she’s really not here with us anymore. Kita akan diBin/diBintikan dengan nama ibu kita bila kita kembali kepada-Nya. I sobbed quietly and prayed hard for her. Sungguh sayu dan pilu kurasakan. It’s been a long time since I lost someone I love so dearly. Who meant so much to me. Oh God… how I hate using past tense talking about the people I love.

I was numb for standing so long. Sleep deprived, the exam and I don’t recall eating anything in the morning. Maybe some cereal. I honestly can’t remember. Bila talqin selesai, Auntie Kamariah orang pertama yang menyiram air dan menabur bunga ke pusara. Diikuti oleh Abang Arie, Akik dan Afiq. Mishkat enggan mampir ke pusara, hanya memeluk erat neneknya. Tidak selesa barangkali kerana tanah lecah akibat hujan.

Setelah keluarga terdekat selesai menabur bunga, masih ada bunga yg tinggal di dalam bakul yang dihias cantik. The last person saw me looking so I signalled that I wanted to scatter the flowers too. She passed me the basket. Kuambil bakul itu dan perlahan aku taburkan bunga di atas pusara. Aku tidak dapat menahan hiba ketika kulihat bunga-bunga yang kutaburkan jatuh menyentuh tanah lembab itu. Betapa aku mengharapkan itu hanya sebuah mimpi ngeri tapi dapat kurasakan tanah yang basah di kakiku. Sungguh pahit untuk kutelan bahawa itu bukannya mimpi tapi satu kenyataan yang pedih.
 
No more laughter, no more lunches at KLCC or Midvallley, no more sharing feelings and stories, no more rounds at the boutiques looking for her perfect handbag, no more precious wisdoms to be passed to me. No more.

Aku salami dan cium pipi ibu dan ibu saudaranya dan kenalkan rakan-rakanku kepada mereka. Her mom remarked quite a number of KT students came, from different batches. Aku meminta diri untuk pulang, it was hard to keep my eyes open and my brain was already threatening to shut down. Berat bagi aku untuk melangkah meninggalkan pusara kerana aku tahu Malaikat akan terus datang setelah 7 langkah orang terakhir berlalu meninggalkan pusara.

 
I waited for Abang Arie to speak to the people extending their condolonces. Among them were her students from IKM who braved the rain riding their bikes from IKM. When he saw me, I told him I was leaving and he thanked me and said I’m welcomed to attend the tahlil that will be held for three days. I said I couldn’t go that night because I had another paper the next day so I need to study. I promised I’ll show up the second and third nights.
 

I said goodbye to my two friends and left. I cried and sobbed alone on my way home to Shah Alam. “Ya Allah… sampaikan doa dan salam yang kutitipkan padanya. Peliharalah rohnya di sana. Ampunkan dosa-dosanya.”

I hope you know that I love you so much and how your existance in my life made a big impact on me. You will be forever remembered and missed greatly. Not a day has passed without me thinking of you and the moments we shared together.

Al-Fatihah.

p/s : I have no idea how the kids’ names are spelt so i just spelt them as they are pronounced.

p/s/s : Tiq, Happy 19th Birthday… Love you, Sis.

February 3rd, 8.30 am

Al-Fatihah. Sesungguhnya dari Dia kita datang, kepada-Nya kita kembali. I love you so much Niti, and i hope u know that.

November 25th, 3.11 am

It’s been three days since she left. And the last night of tahlil for her. I went to her in-laws’ house today. I’m still at a loss on what to say here. Not because there’s nothing to say about her… because there’s too many things to say. I don’t even know where to begin with.

I think I’ll begin about how she went (from what i was told by her family). Actually before Ramadhan she asked me out, saying she had something to tell me. So we went to KLCC. We had lunch and talk about the usual stuff and trading gossips. I asked her what she wanted to tell me. But she just told me to eat and talk about me first. Towards the end only she told me the news. She already had a donor. For her bone marrow transplant. She told me so nonchalantly. Like it’s nothing big.

She told me her doctor wanted her to do the transplant immediately but she said she had to finish some work at the office and she wanted to Raya first. She said that her chances of recovering is high since she’s still young. 33 years old. Only 9 years gap.

Then we buka puasa together at Midvalley. About 10 days before Raya. God.. If only i knew that was the last of her that i would see. I would have hugged her tighter when we said our goodbyes. I would have kissed her harder. Oh God.. the things that I would have done…..

She said she’s going to the hospital soon for check up. As usual i didn’t ask her much because she never wanted me to visit . She didn’t want people to see her when she’s sick. And she said her room will be sterilized and if people want to visit they have to scrub themselves first before going in. I said I’ll do it if I have to. But i honestly can’t recall whether I asked her to inform me when she’s going to hospital. Now i feel like kicking myself for not asking more. She was being vague about it. Not having a confirmed date. She only said she wanted to do it after raya. I don’t remember her mentioning chemotherapy though.

I was sick during Raya and didn’t even study when i was back home. So i couldn’t be bothered to send any raya smses. I only replied to those who sent to me. I can’t recall whether i wished her or not. I’m such an idiot.

Ok. I know a lot of my fellow friends from MRSM KT are curious. I’ll make this shorter. She was admitted on second day of raya. She did 3 weeks of chemo (she texted me telling she just did her chemo. She didn’t even complain about the pain or hell she went through). Then she went home. But then she fell sick again so was re-admitted to the hospital.

Her condition worsen… and she left us on Tuesday evening after her body couldn’t take it anymore. Now i know why her husband was adamant not letting people to view her. I was told that her condition was very bad. Caused by chemo. She suffered. And i didn’t even know. I thought everything was alright since she still texted me before she went home. Oh God. If only I knew her condition was so bad. If only I asked more. I didn’t want to text her much cause I didn’t want to disturb her. And she didn’t answer calls when she was in hospital.

I’ll tell more when i hear more from her family ok. I gotta go now, esok ader interview. later. To sape2 yang baca this especially ex-KT, please, sedekah Al-Fatihah. Yaasin would be better. I dun want her to suffer there.

Tomorrow is my Convocation. And 10 days later I’ll be sitting for my exams. You wonder.. how is that possible? Graduating before the Finals?

Well, tomorrow I’ll be graduating for Advance Diploma in Management Accounting. It’s actually awarded by CiMA for partially-qualified but UiTM sajer nak bagi jugak yang ader UiTM nyer namer.. or something like that… My coming exam is for the Strategic Level (or final stage) of CiMA. Then if i pass, i’ll have another paper to sit for called TOPCIMA, THEN only i’ll be awarded the CiMA qualification.

And please note that this Advance Diploma is equivalent to an honours degree in Accountancy (one CiMA subject is equivalent to 3 Bachelor’s subjects).

Tomorrow i’ll be 6th to go on stage. My session starts at 2pm.. so if you guys wanna celebrate my convocation with me, PLEASE COME.. i’ll be out at about 5pm..

Gotta run now and study.. Ciao!!!

i would like to give a full report of my Raya but i REALLY HAVE TO STUDY… as usual i’ll promise i’ll update later, just booking the date, but will never update it… hehehhe…

i’ll paste the pictures during raya.. the highlights of it.. the sengal pix, the family pix, the KETANI nite pix.

I was not well the whole week of raya. and still was forced to emcee the KETANI NITE (it wasn’t my best emceeing moment and i was not in my element that nite.. but what to do, the decision was vetoed by someone else… macam aku takde exam jer… ) and my partner was changed (Love u A!).

didnt have open house for friends like last years coz too busy with family affairs (open house, KETANI nite, relatives from Thailand). only managed to go to Esoh’s open house. Rumah Nolee sempat singgah jap b4 balik Shah Alam, went to Ucu’s. Ayie and Meksa wasnt home when i went to their house after Mek Na’s merisik ceremony.

Enjoy the pix peeps (especially beloved Sister nun jauh di Ireland, Tengku Nur ‘Atiqah)

-6 hours later-

anyway, instead of putting up pictures here, i’ve decided to make a slide… banyak giler, and lamer giler pilih gambar out of more than 1000++ pix of kitorang yg pantang tgk camera nih!!! giler betol!!! so checkout my slides OK!!! it’s my first effort ever!!!!

It’s 3.13am and i juz woke up an hour ago… lepas berbuka, showered - terus tido.

Maner tak pancit, we gerak from Shah Alam around 3.30am (WITHOUT ANY SLEEP), belom pape kat Karak dah jem sikit… then instead of going straight towards Raub, as usual we took left to Bentong… and Oh My God!!!! the jam was horrendous!!!!!

we stopped at a kedai makan for Megat Ris to sahur but all the makanan habis.. so makan stock in the car jer.. then a few minutes b4 azan we stopped at a Surau for Subuh (where megat ris false alarm kehilangan slipar). and when we continued our journey.. skali Pipi dah call show off cakap dah nak masuk Lipis and gelakkan me sebab ikut Bentong. Lahanat betul.

By 6.45am i could barely open my eyes, nak sms Nona (my cousin in the MyVi in front of my kelisa) xder line, so had to flashed her car madly.. pastu baru perasan she was sleeping. ADUH!!!! then by 7am nak tak nak i had to let Farah (my sister in the other car behind me) took over. But I couldn’t sleep coz had to kep my eyes on her.. bersepah kereta eksiden the whole way… so tido2 ayam je.. kejap2 bangun coz terkezutkan braking kuat dibuat Farah.. arrrghhh!!!!!

Then at around 9am baru bukak mata betul2.. still jam!!! so i got out of the car (without stopping kt tepi jalan pon… main kuar and jalan jer… sebab tgh jem) and amik camera from kak we, siap tangkap2 gambar our cars lagi.. hahahahha…. menghilangkan mengantuk dan kebosanan.. i took some pictures, then around 9.30am i took over the driving (and Pipi call berlagak sebab me still got 250km to go, dier kate jarak dier dah two digits dah - SIOT!). an hour later, mengantuk datang balik, yelah…. asik jem jer.. dah laa sleep deprived, 2 jam tido lam kete pon tak macam tido, because of Farah’s scary driving. So Nona took over and i jumped into the MyVi with Jaja..

Didnt really sleep pon in MyVi, but could barely open my eyes.. memang dangerous kalau drive jugak coz most of the car yg eksiden sepanjang jalan mesti sebab ngantuk.  Around  12 kitorang reached gua musang RnR,  where we meet another three cars (friends of my couz yang hilang during the convoy, hahahaah). The baru perasan ader misscalls from Pipi (i put my phone on silent coz nak tido). I texted him. He called. And asked me dah sampai maner. So i told him. And he said, "nanti akan jem teruk kat Kuala Krai… teruk giler babas!!! aku mintak maaf laaa.. sebab jem tue aku yang buat, aku eksiden", at first i tot i didn’t hear him correctly, but then after he repeated what he said, baru lah faham Pipi was involved in a pile-up accident. 3 cars and his was the one in front.. adoi!!! kesiannyer!!!!! tapi since his voice sounded cool and sempat gelak2 lagi… i told him padan muka sebab riak sanat tadi, sebab tuelaa eksiden.. tapi memang kesian pon…

And true to his words, memang jem yang amat towards Kuala-Krai!!!! and bukan kereta dier je yang piled-up.. i think every 100metres kot ader pile-up.. ni mesti kereta2 yg selfish yang memotong sebelah kanan (it was a one lane road ok!) and nak menyelit tiba2 biler ader cars coming from opposite direction lah ni… tuelaa.. Tuhan tu Maha Adil… i snapped a few pix using Nona’s camera (aaaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhhhhh NOW baru ingat luper nak suruh kakwe tangkap gamba kitorang when driving side by side.. mesti sebab dah takde mood nak tangkap gamba… yelaa berbelas jam dalam kereta. dah separuh giler dah..).

After waking at about 1.30pm (with misscalls from Que and others). Tok Ku called and told me Que (who left Shah Alam AFTER sahur around 6am) balik ikut PERAK, pkl 8am dah lalu PERAK - adoi!!! tension!!). I offered to replace Kak We but she said kalau nak drive pegi ganti Nona but Jaja kater takper.. biar Nona drive.. (Kak We dah bukak puasa sebab tak tahan ngantuk, so kena minum and makan). So i rest a bit more. Then when Adibah jumped into MyVi kat Petronas Kuala Krai (coz Jaja’s fren org Kuala Krai, so her journey ended there) i swapped places with Nona and drove DAJ 5333 again.

This time i led the way… i cleared the way so that DAF 5333 behind me could go in first (nak masuk jalan besar balik from PET) then only i overtook DAF. Time nih MyVi tertinggal.. ingatkan dah ikut jalan lain, tapi Nona smses and said ader kat belakang… Then Kak We called, cakap dah takleh nak bukak mata dah… so we stooped kat tepi jalan (by this time it was drizzling and jem tak standstill) and swapped places, me jumped into DAF’s driver seat (it’s manual Farah can’t drive manual), FARAH took Kelisa’s wheel and Kak We sat next to her in Kelisa. Nona’s MyVi overtook us maser kitorang berenti swap kete.

We parted kat mane ntah, coz we were heading to Kota Bharu and MyVi’s taking the new bridge near Pasir Mas. Mula2 igt sempat zohor at Tok Ku’s but tak sempat. So we stopped and jamak takdim at Ketereh. After prayers, Kak We took the DAF and I took DAJ. At about 4.34pm (i’ll check the pix later) we arrived at the Telipot traffic light!!!! YAY!!!!!!! KOTA BHARU FINALLY!!!!!! seronok gilerrrr!!!!!!! Dropped Megat Ris and Nda Chik’s maid at Tok Ku’s (Nikna dah tersengih2 sebab dier dah sampai 4 hours earlier), then me went to Stadium straightaway!!!!

It WAS SOOOOO GOOD TO GO TO THE STADIUM (where the MOST HAPPENING bazaar Ramadhan in Kelantan is). Kitorang seronok sampai jakun giler tengok makanan SEMUA BEST!!! the colours of the food are all correct (don’t look artifical like the ones in shah alam) and of course.. YUMMY!!! raser nak beli everything jer.. tapi mengingatkan kebaya yg sempit.. tk jadi.. hahahahah..

So we bought the things we craved most first - UDDIN"S KEBAB and Murtabak Pak Nik.. diorang pon heran tgk kitorang excited giler, what with Farah taking pictures and all.. and suddenly tgh jalan2 tuh i saw my ex. With my junior from Maher. I recognize her but she couldnt even bring her eyes to look at me. I wanted to walk pass him but he elbowed me so i had to acknowledge him. As for the girl - buat tak nampak jer… why should i? she should tegur me if she wanted to, she’s my super duper junior for God’s sake. I know that she knows me. But of course i’m not gonna say anything to her.

It’s not that i’m jealous or anything. or still in love with him (GOD, I’m SOOOOOOOOOOO OVER HIM), it’s that i feel insulted that he replaced me with my junior!!! He hated my school okay!!! He always told me we’re just a bunch of poyour kids at a poyour skool.. in short, budak-budak sekolah macam bagus (dduuhhhh… what other school is COOLER than the glorious AHMAD MAHER pon kalau kat Kelantan tuh??). SO WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HE DOING WITH MY JUNIOR? From my poyour skool???? Does he know that my juniors are worse than my batch in that school? (I mean, he hated the people i mix with, those younger than my batch lagiiii laaaaa… namer lagi budak2).. last2 haruslaa sangkut dengan budak Ahmad Maher jugak…

Now i feel i wasted 3 years of my life mourning for him. Just to have him replace me with my junior? Oh GOD!! nasib baik me dah move on, and not the same person i was 5 years ago anymore.  I felt so sick. What has gone to all his philosophies? Dat people like me are beyond his life? He can’t fit in with people like me?? He’s with my junior (and believe me i know this batch very well) when he couldn’t even stand the way I was (hasil daripada persekolahan di Ahmad Maher laa i mean)!!

Well like i said. Tuhan tue Adil. Kita tengoklaa how long they can be. How long he can live with the Maher kinda life.

Anyway… we got home lepas borong a few more things (and meeting Smek yg baru sampai from KL kat tempat parking kete - tapi dier fly laa), Ku Zett menjerit kegembiraan tgk all her sisters are home at the same time.. penat dier tunggu kitorang since morning lagi.. maklumlah.. koya nak sampai rumah pkl 11 pagi.. alih2 5.30 petang baru nampak batang hidung kitorang..

Mama masak our favourite dishes.. lepas buka puasa and dinner me terus pengsan while all my sisters went shopping at KB Mall..

4.15am. Ajah OUT.

First week of puasa..

- hey let’s buka puasa with the gang, can celebrate her birthday as well
- (me) naahh.. no need. takder maser ah.
- oh come on, let’s.

few days later.. announcement made, smses sent, calls made.

- very few replied
- many not even bothered replying saying they can make it or not

postponed to the next weekend so that many can join the gathering

- no bloody replies
- having buka puasa with so and so..
- transportation problem
- my bf is yada yada yada….
- i can’t promise anything, i might buka puasa with my so and so..
- i’m damn busy

on the day the gath were supposed to be (either i was driving to TAR College or was in class trying hard to understand financial strategies)

- can’t make it. sorry
- who else is coming?

why do i ever bothered? oh yes of course i realise i’m still studying while most are working. but i’m doing bloody CiMA for God’s sake. Yeah u may say "alaaa.. sebulan lagi.. lambat lagi Final".. okay, to those who don’t know me that well, I can juz say this, kalau stakat Diploma i can just study THE NIGHT BEFORE EXAMS, and i’m pretty sure i can STUDY A COUPLE OF DAYS BEFORE EXAMS if i’m just doing a degree.. but it’s bloody professional papers. So i also have big responsibilities. I’m tired of working around everybody else’s timing ("kau kan tak keje, student ader banyak maser…" was always the line i keep hearing) and going the extra mile to find a suitable location [to fit everybody's budget, taste ("alaa.. aku tak suker laa makan itu.. aku tak suka laa makan nih..") and solve the logistic problems].

the food at Nelayan sucks. but i went anyway coz i wanted to meet my MRSM KT friends. So i made the EFFORT to clear my schedule and went. I only communicated thru the net for Rockensteiners gathering and all went well eventhough i had to change the venue and date.

why do i ever bother when i don’t even get an sms reply? why do i have to try to make things easy for others and trouble myself, when i don’t even get a decent reply? Well now i’ve to put my priorities right. if the calls go unanswered and smses not replied, well guys, i’m studying. I can’t be bothered to reply. NOW, WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER EXPLAINING????