Selingan ~

Yesterday we had leftover from MemSahab's lunchie.

M: Your language all sound the same. one word can bring a lot of meanings
AC: (muka malas nak melayan pasai laki dah start nak merepek) Such AS??!
M: what do u guys said sleep in Malay, it sounds like Kentot

* told ya he started to merepek *

AC: Mana mai Tidoq sounds like Kentut?
M: Oh, not that word, it's the other one, Kenyunck (Kenyang). see sounds the same, Kenyunck and kentot.

As M done with his dinner, he rubbed his belly and fakely burped

M: Alhamdullilah, I am so kentot
AC: Eeewww you are so gross.

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One nite on the way home from MemSahab's house

M: did you bring that Padtai?
AC: WHAT???!!!!!
M: the stinky thing that u guys eat with the shrimp
AC: She didnt cook any padthai and we didnt eat any padthai?
M: Yes we did, i can eat it raw. make the urine smells stink
AC: Ooo PETAI lah, padthai mai mana.

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I was doing my cross-stiched when M came over from the basement

M: hey, what kawchow (kacau) means? It has few meanings rite?
AC: yeah, it depends on where and what for
M: yes, yes tell me
AC: Kacau as stirring and kacau like disturb. for example like now, you are kacau me with all these questions. but in a good way, can u please kacau the sayoq on the stove.
M: yeah rite


Oh M, why dont you just give up from butchering my language.

I wished something good come out and M can xxxxx what he actually planned this year.

Not that I really want it, I want it for him.

Please Ya Allah. grant me this one wish. Ameen

So much of cravings

Before I came back, I made a long list of food I'd like/must eat.

True enough, I didnt waste any time marching to food parlor or any fast food branch to satiate my craving of prosperity burger the very moment I landing to the ground of tanahair terchenta.

Not that i wanted to eat it so much, I probably had it like less than 5 times in my entire life but seizing the Gong Xi Fa Cai McD's specialty and after termakan hasut of outrages raving from the mother, I surrendered to the urge that I didnt bother to have nonetheless.

Honestly, looking down at the burger, (after missed couple floors, went down and up again, not forgetting the left and right turns) I was so unconditionally, completely and irrevocably disappointed. The burger was mushy and drowning in black pepper sauce, the chili sauce was so unbelievably hot; my tongue was numb from the burning sensation, my head was spinning hard like a wheel, and I perspired like a oink.

Only the iced milo tasted heavenly good.

Who am I trying to fool me? I am only a Minah Kampung who enjoy a good ol' fashioned way nasi campoq in kakilima warung or any burger ayam special depan masjid.

yes, the burger wrapper, the ambience; they all looked nice but I need the kick of thin crispy greasy chicken patties layered in God knows what (fried shallots??!!), smoldering with local brand chili sauce and cheap mayo. Probably the CO2 from the passing vehicles gave the extra ummph.

Motorbike

I havent ride a motorbike for more than 10 years. Although I used to ride a bike back and forth between Penang and home when I was working in Penang, I never owned 1. The motorbike which I used to ride was a courtesy from bro#2 and sometimes, I exchanged using it with bro#3.

Thanks to sis#1 who is riding a bike to work and also to anywhere bike-reachable (literally everywhere), I was riding down into memory lanes.

I mean, beyond my imagination that I would one day will go through the routes my classmates and I had rode many times during our college years, and it was a freaking eons ago and now, it was me, riding behind my sister, with 110 km/hr speed, with L sticker at the rear of the scooter (yes, she's still a Lembu Licence holder),my buttock felt numb and my hemorrhoid will plunge out any second and we were riding through the past of my life.

Of course a lot of things have changed. But during that moment, I felt the young Adik Cun resurfaced.

And how I wished 'that' magically stop beside us at red traffic light.

"Every day so many people pass through our lives, each person leaving behind a small part of themselves, giving us a broader understanding of life" -quote

Pengorbanan ibu

I brought forward my Malaysia trip so my friend and I can go back together. She with 3 yrs-old tot and ~7mths preggie and traveling alone, something that I can't think of. Nevertheless, thanks to her 'fewer luggage' had allowed me to squeeze my excessive luggage into her empty slot.

Thank you Tokey Lembu Merah for sending me to the airport and also those friends who volunteer their assistance. I knew M was a bit taken of with me at the airport. But wont we always like that..hahahaha

I never traveled with young kid. It was quite an experience, a definite experience that I dont think so that I would LUUURRVVVEEEE to experience it soon. Am not saying that her kid was a Tasmanian rat, she behaved better than I am I guess but something touching me dearly when I saw her slept on top of her mommy's growing belly on 13hours flight.

It was tough man.

I couldnt even bear the fat on top of my belly.

And the mother done it without a single complaint.

Hats off to you!

RumaH ManiS RumaH

I have no idea how I missed my house, my bed, M, furries so much. but curling up in my own bed and blanket with abe disisi

Bak kata Belinda Carlisle - Oh Heaven is a place on Earth

After almost 3 days on the road Alhamdullilah I finally arrived at home safe and sound. The journey was tiring but having 3 seats all for myself on more than 13 hours flight. Aint complaining girlfriend.

Aint sure of writing down my trips and makan angin. But there are few personal experiences that I probably would like to share with others.

I didnt eat as much as I would like myself to eat. The most ridiculous craving I did was eating RM10 of goreng cempedak (Imagine the huge portion okay) and I ended up not enjoying the show and the awesome food at Restoran Nelayan in Kota Kinabalu.

Not forgetting the typhoon-type migraine attacking me at the very moment. What a bummer!

I will upload pics and insya Allah have the mood to upload in my deserted blog

Sabar ya!

every start has its end

and so is my balik kampung trip.

Lots to jot

Old memories, breaking news, hearts that broken or mended, forgiven glitch, reconciliation feud, breathtaking views

I missed M oh so much

not forgotten the furries

Can't wait to come home but my heart break to leave the loved ones behind

C'est la vie