Rindu BIG TIME! Ma'alish, ma'alish!

Haish, I don't know why, but i do miss my AWESOME holiday in Egypt. I went there with my best buddies from Manchester, Ili, Faiz, and Mayura.


The trip was somehow, different. It's hard for me to explain, but memang menusuk kalbu ( in a good way, of course! ) :). It does somehow, change my perspective towards *something*. I enjoyed it immensely, and when it was the time for us to get back to Manchester, I must say, my heart was torn into several pieces. Nampak macam sungguh over, but it's the truth. The highlight is obviously seeing the Great Pyramids and Sphinx in front of our eyes. They are so marvellous, and we even climbed the pyramids and had great laugh along the way ( especially pakcik guard emosi nak suruh turun awal, tapi, bila dia pandang belakang, cepat-cepat kami panjat lagi haha. ).

And we visited makam-makam Nabi and sahabat-sahabat. The feeling was...remarkable. It's hard to explain in words. And what really went straight to my heart is when performing prayers in the mosques. I have to say ( despite menjatuhkan reputasi! ), air mata bergenang dan jantung berdengup kencang each time.



We went there with 'Kembara Sufie' as our tour guide. They are the best! We had super fun times despite the thing we did seem normal and boring. For example, during the long drive, I really enjoyed playing with them for what it seems like permainan yang tak mencabar iaitu teka-teka nama kuih traditional. ( the most prominent kuih... NEKBAT. And how tiba-tiba 'london almond' jadi kuih traditional. hmmm.. )

And the funniest interpretation of MENTEGA KACANG. Haha. Thinking of it, makes me smile like a weirdo. I will NEVER look at mentega kacang the same way again!

And even the 'mystery' of the disappearance of a bag of oranges. Of how it was so 'tense' until the car was pulled over by the side of the road for us to check if the oranges were truly gone. Sebenarnya, bukan nak makan sangat oranges tu, tapi pelik hilang begitu saja. Until at one point we agreed to publish the 'mystery' in majalah 'Mastika' sebab terlalu pelik. At last, actually, it was revealed that they were there all along despite satu orange pecah dahsyat sehingga Faiz and Ili terpaksa 'derma' orange tu kat pokok kehausan tepi jalan.

And the JUICE CRAZE, of how we got truly excited when we had the oppurtunity to sip the wonderful taste of mango juice, banana + milk, orange juice, delima ,and others. Sampai semua jenis buah ordered, and terpaksa menjadikan a stool as our unofficial 'table'. Attracted weird glances from the arabs, we made ''muka tembok'' because we were too busy being drowned by the deliciousness of the juices. Mesti mereka ingat rakus betul budak-budak ni. Memang terbaik dari ladang! ( air kotak jenama 'Umdah' pun kalah seyhh ).

And how we managed to see the Terusan Suez ( yang belajar kat sejarah kat sekolah dulu tu ) in front of our eyes. It was so exciting for me, because I could not imagine the terusan yang sering digembar-gemburkan dalam buku-buku Sejarah dulu. Moreover, there were many powers tried to own it. It was just...amazing.

And how we had the chance to breathe the fresh air and witnessedthe clear blue sea. And how we were ''terrorised'' by the pakcik brutal at the night market (issue lucu '' dua isteri''). And how the most painful fall became the most joyful laughter. And how we met the wonderful children in the desert.

Tak dilupakan budak padang pasir yang 'high taste' minta dekat kami CARAMEL SWEETS! ( yaaaa, dia specify kan. sebab dia hanya layan perisa caramel )

Budak : gurgdgybagsndgfjsksudusjhd CARAMEL SWEETS! ( tak faham apa Arabic dia cakap pada permulaan ayat )

Us : Erm...

Good company, good trip. What more can I ask for?

There are so many things to write, but it is impossible to jolt down everything here. Every single second in Egypt is what I will treasure forever. The laughter, the new things we learned, the sight of never-ending road, and the 'tears' are the best thing happened to me. Although the journey is over, to forget such a wonderful memory will be the last thing on my mind.

EGYPT, YOU ARE TRULY WONDERFUL! :)

Where the heck is MANCHESTER? ( special dedication to deutchers and dubliners :) )

Hello hello to all,

I have a 'thrilling' story to share today. It's adrenaline rush...literally. :) This story took place a week ago.

Location: Dublin airport
Time : 4 am
Feelings: Overwhelmed
Clothes : Baju bapak
Characters: Yasirah, Ili, Wahida

We were in Dublin for our spring break ( besides Amsterdam , Germany, and Oslo ) and our flight was on 6.30 am. So we arrived super early, 4 am and after went through security checks, Ili ( acha mahibeh! ) suggested to finish off our euro coins and we agreed to have a drink at Butler's ( fuhhh, sedap terlalu sampai tak tau nak cakap apa ).



So we drank there, had a few laughs walaupun mata separa kuyu sebab terlalu mengantuk. Then, we decided to wait at the waiting area at the departing gate. So I checked the timetable on the airport screen. Hmmm..6,30 am , manchester...6.30 am Manchester. My eyes checked the list one by one. Then, I saw..

''Manchester, 6.30 am, Gate 306.''

Yeah, that's it! That's the one! So we walked to the gate but surprisingly, we had to undergo one big sign which showed ,'' USA CHECK POINT.''

Me : Eh, peliknya benda ni. Why USA check point?

Ili: Alah, betul kan dah checked Gate 306?

Dada: Yelah, betul kot ni.

After contemplating for 6 seconds, we just went through confidently. Yakin sungguh. Then we slumped ourselves on the available seats tiredly and took a nap. After that, I was awaken by the announcement that we can board on the plane. So we queued and Ili was in front. She handed her boarding pass to the officer and she mumbled something to Ili. Then I saw Ili's face changed ( couldnt decide she is panicked or excited due to her hot chocolate consumption at Butlers ). But I felt something was wrong when she hurriedly dragged her bag out of the queue and said dramatically,

''we got the WRONG flight!''

Wrong flight? Wrong flight? But we've already checked, this was supposed to be the right gate. Then we figured out that the plane is heading to... MANCHESTER IN THE USA!!!!

Oh man, oh god, how careless were we for not checking the flight code. Then I panickly checked the time, 6.15 am!!! Shoot!!!! We only had limited time to rush to the right gate. Then we checked the airport screen for the right gate...gate 113!!! What?? That was like at the totally opposite direction. Bak kata orang, di sini timur, di sana barat. Without wasting anytime, we ran like Watson Nyambek with our bags making loud sounds due to the fast speed. ( kononnya ).

I was at the back because I was balancing my delicious cup of Butlers hot chocolate along with the bag. But after seeing Ili and Wahida was 67 meters in front of me, I had this bad feeling that I must throw the hot chocolate to increase my speed. Or else, I might miss the flight. Suddenly, K. A's voice haunted me..

'' If you missed the flight, the next best alternative is...going back by FERRY.''

NOO!!! I dont want to take the ferry! It will cost me one whole day to arrive back at Manchester.Closing my eyes ( and kissed the cup goodbye ), I threw the cup into the dustbin. Wiping tears off my cheeks ( okay, ni tipu ), I increased my speed to match theirs. I felt like I've been running for hours but we still didnt arrive at the gate. Ignoring the fast heartbeat, I ran fastly, letting my scarf being blown by the wind of speed. Gosh, this was scary. Please dont miss the flight. Please dont miss the flight.

At last, we arrived at the gate. Gate 113. Fuh, what a relief! There was still many people queing in front of the gate, So we were not THAT late after all. Flight delayed lah tu, biasalah Ryan Air, haha, gelakku sinis.

But I felt that something was wrong, but I couldnt tell why. My heart told me this was not right (kuasa psychic masuk dlm frame ). Then, suddenly, one officer announced loudly,'' Manchester, Manchester, here! last call!'' he waved at the gate BESIDE the queue we were in. Rupa2nya, salah queue lagi!!! We were queing to go to.... LONDON STANSTEAD!!!! hahaha what the heck was wrong with us??

Luckily, we managed to catch our flight to Manchester...in the UNITED KINGDOM! lol. :)

PS: Special thanks to our friends in Germany ( Acap, Padil, Amir, Hafiz ) and Dublin ( Marsh, Dyla, Tyra, Padi, Tiks, Nasa, M.C hiphop, Bulu, Rasyid, Danny, Casper, Nad, K.A ) who made our stay a lovable experience. U guys are always in our hearts, cewah ;)

Coffee dependant and makcik tailor di subang jaya

Hi to all! :). today is a sunny day, so, I am happy, hence, I feel like writing a post today. yeayyyyyy! ;), ok, so my blog is pretty dead now. At first, I didnt update it because I was on fever, but after the fever subsided, I was so busy with my studies and I didnt have the time to update. Now, I want to take a break for a while. So, while listening to my dear westlife songs ( claps ) , and sipping nice ,hot coffee , and having bites of buttered corn, here I am, writing this. Oh man Oh god ( say it 10 times, dearies ) ! What a long intro. Haha just bear with me, angels. Well, the long intro is just a fantastic start for this 'abandoned' blog,no? ;)

Ok, lets move on. Ha, what a weird title ya? ''Coffee dependant and makcik tailor di subang jaya'. This is just some random bits of my life which I want to tell today. Ok, not long ago, a beautiful friend of mine said that I am a coffee dependant and I just laughed at her and quickly denied it. Well, today, her suggestion is bloody true!

You know, everyday, after taking my shower, I will make myself a nice and sexy hot cup of coffee as a kickstart of the day. Then, before I'm off to lectures/seminars/library, I will prepare myself a thermos of coffee to bring along with me.

But today, I decided to make it different. You see, I wanted to prove her wrong. ( Okay, actually, I ran out of sugar so I was completely half crazy before going out :p ). So I went to seminar and lectures WITHOUT any coffee with me. Guess what? I nearly fell asleep. So that makes me a coffee dependant? Or also known as coffee addict? Or bahasa gangsternya penagih kopi? Goshhhhhh. At least better than penagih dadah.

Ok, actually I want to talk more about this coffee issue, but I really need to complete my environmental law essay. Lets move on shall we? Makcik tailor di subang jaya. NYUMMY. love this story haha.

Basically, 5 years ago, I followed my beautiful mom to a tailor shop in Subang Jaya.

Anyway, there are two tailor shops side by side. So my mother was torn between these two attractive shops. But one of the shops looked kind of deserted, so, my mom decided to 'help out' their business ( wah, mak begitu baik hati! ) and decided to go to the deserted shop. So we went in.

There was a sassy woman with a THICK make up ala2 nak menyambut queen di Buckingham Palace behind the counter. She was reading a magazine and practically ignored us. My mom pretended to cough to get her attention but she ignored. Ceh, kalau tengah baca pasal sejarah Malaysia ke, perkembangan technology ke, acceptable ok. Ni baca cerita Mawi bagi ikan keli dekat siapa entah. (ps: I tak minat Mawi ok haha ).

Mom: Excuse me?

Makcik: (finally stopped reading about Mawi ). Yeah?

Mom: My daughter and I want to make baju kurungs, so we-

Makcik: (interuppted) Baju kurung?

Mom: Em, yeah, this is a tailor shop right?

Makcik: Yeah, but sorry, too many orders. Cant take it anymore. As you can see... ( she gestured her hand around the shop. Well, it's *empty*, sister! )

Mom: Really? ( looked around the empty shop in confusion )

Makcik: Yeah. Unfortunately, I only have two hands. ( showed us her hands as a proof that she only has 2 hands and not lying. She even wriggled her fingers ) Too many orders. Too busy ( buat2 muka kesal. And her hands *kept* on gesturing around the empty shop. Too many orders konon. Dahlah busy baca majalah gossip je haha. Isy2 )

Mom: Er, okay. We're off then.

Makcik: Yeah, too bad there are *so* many orders. (shook her head 'sadly', gestured her hands around the shop for one last time and continued reading majalah gossip).

THE END.
( haha sorry for the anti climax, need to do the essay. just invent your own conclusion ok? hehe. )

Cry angel, CRY!

When I was in form 2/3/4 ( cant remember ), I had to attend this 'motivational' camp for 'school leaders' to sharpen our skills to be excellent individuals. The story is so long, but let me shorten this up for you.

Okay, what can you remember yourself in form 2/3/4? As for me, I couldnt cry for the sake of someone asked me to cry. This is a pure disadvantage as for one of the 'climax' activities, we had to cry to show that we are a 'person' and has 'feelings.' This activity was so weird, but I had to undergo it without much choice. Maklumlah, nak melawan takut, budak lagi katakan. Umpama membiarkan leher untuk disembelihkan.

Let me tell you about this activity. We were assembled inside a dark hall and had to pretend that we were on a luxurious ship.

And the ship was sinking slowly ( a bad titanic rip off. saman motivational camp ni, producer titanic!) , so, we had to put ourselves on the safety boats but as usual, there was a 'surprise' catch. The safety boats werent enough. This is so 'original'. So to save ourselves, we needed to get passed the ship 'officers' ( who were just the facilitators, pretending to be the officers ) and tell them reasons why they should choose you to be on the boat and not other passengers. And before the beautiful activity began, the facilitator dropped us some hints for us to be the 'chosen ones'. We NEED to cry. Wowwwwwwwwwww.

If the officers wont let you passed, a serious punishment will be taken on you because you dont have 'feelings' , thus, not a good leader. ( haha BIZZARE CONNECTIONS! ). This was a bad news for me. I cant just cry! I only cry if there were sad scenes in movies and for real sadness, and not just pretentious. Darnnn.

So to set up the mood, the facilitator turned on a pathetic pasar malam 'My Heart Will Go On' which was supposedly to be titanic's theme song but the record was so bad and fake and I couldnt help but to gag at this whole 'sadness'.

So I sat at the corner of the hall trying my best to indulge the sadness and tried my best to cry before my turn to tell my reasons to the 'officer'. I swear, I tried so hard but failed. If they put on the real titanic theme and not the pasar malam's copy, this task will be easier for me. As I looked in front, many of my friends had managed to get passed the officers with teary eyes ( because the poked each other's eyes ), I realised that I was in a HUGE trouble. I *have* to do this.

So I tried to imagine sad things. But guess what? Failed! Oh shit, shit. I'm doomed! Tears, please come out! Please please. After 15 minutes of trying, I decided to give up on this method. I needed to find other method.....FAST! Suddenly, I had *this* idea and decided to give it a try.

So I approached the 'officer':

Officer: Yes, lady, why should I give the priority to you?

Me : ( covering my face with my hands and suddenly slumped in front him )

Officer : Eh, young lady? Are you okay? Please get up ( panicked )

Me: I...I...cant! I cant sir! ( sobbed. Mind you, I was still covering face to prevent him from realising that I had no single tear )

Officer: Erm, why?

Me: Im too devastated. My mother and father are at home. If I werent on the safety boat, I'll be dead. Who will take care of them? Who? WHO? ( pretended to sob and refused to make eye contact with him )

Officer: Young lady, please. I understand. Please get up.

Me: NO! It is easy for you to say. ( stammered). You were not in my shoes. You were not in either of our shoes. I have res...res...responsiblities. I NEED to get on the boat. I HAVE TO! ( at this point, I didnt know what else to say, so, to make a dramatic effect, I sprawled on the floor helplessly. I hoped this trick works )

Officer: Okay, okay. You passed. You can get on the boat.

Me: Really? ( buat-buat terkejut )

Officer: Yes, yes. Really.

Me: Thanks. You had saved not only my life, but my parents'. ( ceh, over lah! Dah lepas, pergi saja lah, nak tambah2 buat apa. Move move! )

Officer: No problem. I know I made the right choice. ( You got it wrong bloke! )

So I walked quickly to the boat ( which was actually a stage ), and joined my red eyed friends whose their eyes were poked.

THE END.

It's over when I say it's over!

Haha sorry for the cheesy blog title. I just find the line to be funny. Ok, ok let's move on shall we?

So I have finished my bloody exams. I feel so happy but it is only short lived. Do you want to know why? Because ( eh, sendiri tanya sendiri jawab. sila layan sahaja )the new semester will start in 1 and a half day. Bummer! And the yuckiest thing is, I have bought my new law books! God, what can be more interesting aite? I know you dont give a damn but i STILL want to tell what modules i will be taking for the next semester ( haha poor you readers, being forced to read this nonsense ).

JURISPRUDENCE
ENVIRONMENTAL LAW
LAND LAW

I know angels, it sounds interesting. Im looking forward for it too. Just hope that my loathe towards law will decrease and replaced by eternal love. Wowwww.

I have watched many movies, and yes Im so happy despite only for less than a week. Its better than never. Oh yes, Westlife got me bad. I just love their wonderful songs and been listening to them for every single minute. Try to listen to their songs and you will love them too. :)

Oh, I have transformed into a human, not a zombie like previous days. Brilliant news ya? Yes, Im proud of my human form haha. You dont have to be scared of me anymore. Children just dont cry anymore when I passed by. ( claps )

Ok, This entry has to end abruptly because a movie is waiting for me. Can you see it is waving at me? I can! Haha, see ya!

Cliche scenes!

Ok, ok, im all cured now. Dont let the title fooled you, thinking I'm still addicted to movies. Well..for now anyways. After the exams, everything will be back to normal haha. Ok anyway.. for no reasons, I feel like writing most of movie's cliche scenes which are very cheesy and quite memorable:

Cliche scene 1: Bf and gf are having an argument. And the girl will usually say,'' I hate you! I dont love you anymore!!! Leave me aloneeeeeeee!'' And the bf will come closer with teary eyes and dramatically demands ,'' Look me in the eyes and say you *dont* love me!'' The girl will cry and have a hard time to say it and they make up and lived happily ever after. ( what's the deal with 'eyes' anyway? why not 'face'? haha )

Cliche scene 2: A boy breaks his mother's favourite vase and the mother will look at the child with full of love and concern,'' Are you okay?'' The child apologises and says it was an accident. The mother will normally clean up the mess and says ,''I know, it is not your fault, sweetie.'' ( i think in real life, the mother will at least be a little upset.)

Cliche scene 3: ( attention, this only applies to MALAYSIAN MOVIES). The daughter/son was graduated from overseas. And people will ask,''Oh, where did you study?'' The usual answer will be,''America.'' ( it is never 'canada' or 'france' or 'belgium' or 'italy.' why??? hmmmmm, this is thought provoking! )

Cliche scene 4 : Guy and girl are in love. Girl's family doesnt approve their relationship, usually because the guy is poor. The girl will be forced into a marriage with a rich guy. But in the end, usually during the girl's wedding day, the rich guy will realise that he will only get her body but not her heart ( haha oh my, this is *so* cheesy ) and willingly give the girl to her lover. So before the end credits, we will see the bridegroom is the lover. And the rich guy will clap 'happily' from behind . ( yeah right, like anyone will believe that! oh and I guess the rich guy will claim the money for the ceremony? )

Cliche scene 5: When a murderer is inside the house, it is *always* a good idea to run upstairs instead of getting out of the house. What can I say, an 'excellent' move indeed. Oh, and when the character hears noises from outside, she will 'check' what's going on outside and will say, ''Hello? Helloooo? Anyone there?''

Cliche scene 6: ( Malaysian movies again). It is always about 'dato', 'tan sri', 'datin' and business companies. They will always talk about 'how to get the tender' or ' their needs to merge with Mawar Holdings' or the boss will always asks ,'' how's the proposal?'' or ''let's play golf with the client, so, we can get the tender''. Haha I've had enough of this. Next!

Cliche scene 7 : Stalkers are usually good looking. So the audience will root for the creepy stalkers despite their craziness.

Cliche scene 8: In Bollywood movies, when the evil plot is known by a character, he will clap his hands loudly in a slow pace and say, ''Syabas Inspector Shahab, SYABAS!'' ( then, audience will hear dramatic thunder roars )

Cliche scene 9: Heroes or villains are exceptionally strong. Despite being hit by chairs / rolled over by car / burned in fire / fell from building / hit by bottle(s), they will remain strong and sassy. Do you have beast inside you honey?

Cliche scene 10: When the victim is hiding from the killer, the killer will croon and say in a soothing tone,'' Come on, please come out now. I wont kill you, I just want to talk.'' ( duhhhhhh haha )

Okay, that's it for now. Nothing else came into my mind at the moment. Cheerio! :)

A Funny Story

The other day, we went to ASDA ( an awesome supermarket) to buy ourselves groceries. As usual, our original plan was to go to ASDA by bus and buy *a few* groceries and get home by bus too as our groceries wont be too many. However...

THE RESULT: LOTS of groceries, so had to go home by taxi. ( we were not surprised by this because our plans to buY a few groceries never worked before this. Fatin went half-mad when she saw chocolates especially ''Yorkie'' and Ili's sanity was blown away when she passed the frozen food section. Haha. Sorry mates, you know how much I love you :p ).

Anyway, back to the story, the weather was so cold and chilling and we had to queue up to get a taxi. After minutes of waiting, we managed to get ourselves a taxi ( thank god! ). This is where the funny story starts..

The taxi driver was a young man. He got out from the car and helped us with our groceries. He seemed 'friendly' and when he opened his mouth, the 'fun' began..

Taxi driver : Hiya, where are you ladies going?

Us : We r going to 'X' ( haha the address is a secret :p. )

Taxi driver : Ok, hop in!

So we hopped in inside the car and the three of us squeezed ourselves at the back.

Taxi driver: Where did you come from?

Us: Malaysia.

Taxi driver: Where's Malaysia?

X: In Asia.

Taxi driver: Oh, I always got confused you know. Describe Malaysia.

z: There are many races there but the main races are Malay, Chinese, and Indian.

Taxi driver: I see. What about the food?

Y: We got lots of mixed food due to the mixed races.

Taxi driver: I see I see. And what are you?

Y: We are malays.

Taxi driver: Are you guys triplets?

Z: No. It doesnt mean that we wear scarves means that we are triplets. ( haha duhhhh)

Taxi driver: So you got boyfriends yeahhhh?

X: Yes. ( we dont have any but decided to say that to avoid him from asking further, but, boy, he never stopped)

Taxi driver: ( his eyes were almost popped out from his head) ALL of you?

X: Yes. ( and we were kicking each other's legs)

Taxi driver: Wowww wowwww wowwww yeahhhh. ( his hands dramatically flew everywhere. Lesson number 1, watch your steering wheel,Romeo! ) Where are your boyfriends?

Y: Back in Malaysia. ( and why the innocent questions about Malaysia turned into *this*?)

Taxi driver: Whattt? You girls are here and your boyfriends are in Malaysia? Come on, all of you are far away from each other. Let's get single and get ready to mingle yeahhh yeahhhh. ( at this point, we were fighting ourselves not to laugh. Way too funny! )

Z: No, we made promises. ( yeah right X,the only promise you made was to your imaginary boyfriend haha )

Taxi driver: So when was the last time you met your boyfriends?

Y: Summer. We go back to Malaysia every summer.

Taxi driver : I dont get it. Long distance relationship is *so* out of question yeahhhh yeahhhh ( suddenly he turned into bimbotic mode). Did you live together with your boyfriends?

Z: No. ( more kickings going on)

Taxi driver: I *dont* understand. There are many options here. You can choose many men here and you choose to be loyal? You must get ready to mingle yeahhhhhh yeahhhhh. (one more time if he said ''yeahhh yeahhhh'' im going to shoot myself).

X: No, a promise is a promise ( our legs were sore due to lots of kickings going on)

Taxi driver: Haha I dont believe in promises. You girls are still young. You should keep your options open yeahhhh yeahhhhhh. ( okay, shoot me now, I dont care anymore)

The moral of the story : Long distance relationship is *so* out of question ( and yes, say it in bimbotic tone) Ops.. I mean, Long distance relationship is *so* out of question YEAHHHHH YEAHHHHH.