a voyage...

everyday, going to workplace is a hard work... it's a 2 hours journey btw... and how do i get to lcct everyday? by a bus... driving will be too tiring and not to mention costly... here's what happen in between;

6:30 am - getting up and getting ready. i didn't need to give much thots of what to wear as everyday is casual day.... yeay!!! u no wat, even during olympic (august), tony ask everyone to wear sports attire to work... i've heard they r looking forward for swimsuit week... hahahah, u wish la... on normal day, jeans and appropriate top (t-shirt mcm casual sgt lak kan?) is good enuf.. and shoes, u can't go pass the airport security to apron area w/o shoes... so i always end up wearing my black converse everyday.. w/o fail..

7:15 am - drove to nearest lrt station with a higher chances of parking space (either kg. bharu or wangsa maju) and took a train to kl sentral. i love being part of daily commuters.. with the crowd and the morning rush... serius mcm dlm one of those movies... good place to observe human behaviour also... i've come across a bunch of japanese speaking malays (pelik kan?), an indian and chinese couple with their helplessly cute daughter, one handsome mat salleh with a gigantic backpack but i swear he smell like a dead dog.. and on few occasions a very-very smart lad in his power suit, a black berry and mont blanc briefcase... he smile a few times at me, but that's just how far it goes... sigh... i reached sentral bout half an hour later...

7:57 am - the only place i'll have my breakfast in the morning, mcdonald!!!!... only because they're the fastest as compared to others... 5 minutes and i'm good to go... sausage mcmuffin + hash brown + coffee (the perk!) for $4.60... should i have extra time to spare (it happen like once coz i'm forever late), i'll be surely headed to Warong Kita (level 1)... the best nasi lemak and tea tarik... fully equipped with my breakfast, i boarded sky bus (the red bus by air asia)...

8:05 am - the bus should be leaving the sentral by now... and as it makes its turn at little india, i'd be happily sipping my hot coffee... and i can't help but be grateful to the creator of the cup cover (cover with the slurping hole.. mmhmm.. it doesn't sound appropriate at all)... a spill-free experience... during my early days, once i tapau this hot milo in the 'conventional' styro cup with a uncool cover and get on board... due to the nature of the journey, most of the milo ended up on my blouse... and mind u, the milo is still smokin hot... as the journey will approximately take 1 hour (the bus speeding like crazy - 140 km/h), i will retired to my book (currently being 'The School of Charm & Beauty') or just listen to my mp3 player (Simon & Garfunkel 's The Sounds of Silence :))... sometimes others peculiar conversation will make my day... the most interesting one should be on which bikini to wear in phuket by a bunch of soft-spoken men.... i hold my laugh that my seat was visibly shaking..

9:06 am - reached lcct, pays $ 4.00 for my fare (half price for staff) and heading towards main terminal... air asia x head office is act. in main building and very2 unfortunate for me, engineering office is in apron area (aircraft maintenance area).. which is the white building in the middle of the runways... the other glitch of this part is the only way to get there is passing thru the airport security... :(... mcm nak check in flight jek... kena raba everytime u make an entrance or exit everyday is soooo not fun... and if u notice there is also a long-long walk to the aircraft (well in my case, the office)... being late, walk fast is a must... but hey, no punch card in air asia... just make sure u r not bump into ur boss la... kalau tak menjawab beb...

so that is how i got to work everyday... the journey back? owhs it was so liberating i can sums it up by this picture taken from a bus window while sitting next to a cute pilot... nuff said :)

food for thots

'aku janji aku akan melalui hari isnin dengan perasaan sukaria'

:)

28.03.09 - the dark hour

today i believe we managed to convey a very very strong statement... malaysian can be united!!! :) hahahaha... moved by my own optimistic perception, i snapped a few photos... tho' gambar2 ini sgtla low quality as i only managed to find my phone in d dark (phone akak cume 5.0 megapix je ye)... mane ntah letak camera... cesss.....

in graphic:

1. those very dark sky is where klcc and kl tower supposed to be seen on a very bright nite which simply be everynite la as we r freakin living in the middle of kl... city of lite
2. those perfectly lit building is a bunch of flat yg seriusly tak sporting... ntah ape2...

did u switch off?

i have all the time in the world....

tis is crazy man... how did i find a time to write 3 posts a day... even snobbishly had the font changed... truly time consuming tasks... hahahaha... seriesly tiada kehidupan... hmmm... should go back to supplier evaluation... DARN!!!

side incision part I

i can't imagine how i managed to make a fool out of myself over n over again... thinking too hard not to look incredibly stoopid will surely make u ended up looking like one... ironic ey?... why do i brag 'bout tis anyway...

well there is one stall kat klinik pusrawi jln ipoh yg jual ayam goreng yg bapak sedap... (well to me la, mane tau org lain try kang ckp aku overrated lak) so, with the good repo... the queue has always been a mile long... surprisingly u will get freshly fried chicken everytime (pakcik tu tak bole buat stock due to ongoing cust)... meaning siap goreng jek kena trus serve la...

30 minutes of good standing in line will earned you few pieces of smoking hot fried chicken beautifully placed in a small paper bag... worth it!!! i forgot to mentioned that i was with basit when this incident occured... those early days of our dating phases... the phase where sms and phone call still matter... :)

with the bag of chicken still in my hand, bapak lapa, i just grabbed a piece and stuffed it into my mouth... what a stoopid stoopid thing to do when the chicken was still frickin hot... trying to look sweet n lovely in front of basit, i continue the stunt... biting the chicken while anxiously trying to keep my lips from making any contacts with the chicken... making 'ssssssss' sound all the way....

the worst part is, if u ever want to pull this act (like in case la).. please bear in mind that it will makes your mouth sedikit ternganga which eventually will allowed your saliva to slowly oozed out... the heat from the chicken will only make things worst... somehow it will diluted your saliva and things will get messy hereafter... really messy..

i was like drooling all over the chicken... not only on the one i've picked up but the whole bag ok... sebab aku tadah mulut aku ngan paper bag td... all of this glorious moment was witnessed by basit peacefully (he's still in the jaga hati phase that time)..

heh, harusla dia kate dah kenyang... langsung tak tgk ayam goreng yg lazat tu... RUGI beb...

better behind wheels : basit vs shikin

being a fact, we can't stand each other way of driving... always there was session of yelling to one another citing how exactly we should do cornering and even shifting a gear... bapak tension... memekak dlm kete which i'm pretty sure a situation you always get caught into...

i have to admit, i'm terribly bad driving a manual.... mcm haram... i create such a noise every time i shifted gear... my father's old proton, uncle's honda and for coz basit's savvy... so when its time to buy a car, i opt for AT la... (i have this idea of all the kewl cars are mostly AT, dreaming of owning one i bought something that resemble a close feeling to drive one of those - hahaha series a lame excuse) in short I CAN'T DRIVE MANUAL LA... but i remember first time i've learnt to drive manual, it was riri who thought me with her white kelisa... thanks riri... you r good teacher tho'...
hence today, getting around in conggested kl was a breeze... tak yah lenguh2 nak shift gear (another lame excuse)... and as i become better with roads and junctions... so is my driving skills... (approved by abah, of course not mak, naja, mamat, ummie, nenek, abo, kawan2 angah and kak linda)... and being offended, basit selalunya tak kasi aku drive... sebab kete aku auto, dia suke main tukar2 gear to get the feeling of driving a manual... mengarut... so we end up yelling at each other all the way...

aku: ' bg signal dulu la br corner'
basit:'dah bg la' (which is a mere second before cornering)

aku: ' jgnla suke tukar gear tibe2'
basit: (shifting with a style from 'D' to '3') 'nak corner kenala tukar gear' (but you're driving auto la saiko)

arghhhhhh..... i know for sure i'm a better driver....

the pathetic transporter

of late, i had to drive people around a lot... sending my sis to college which is daily, my bro to steven corner (mak tak kasi dia bwk moto, takde lesen), angah to tasik putri (unofficial planner to kipen's wedding) and recent, basit to his workplace (his savvy;s fan broke due to insufficient battery supply). considering betapa panasnya cuaca dewasa ini, i always ended up swearing behind my wheel.... i guess the heat turns us all into a crap driver.... why do you thinks its OK to stay stagnant in the middle of one lane road and yell at me to overtook his car when there was a gigantic bus coming on the opposite way?.... bapak bongok... regardless how gracefully aging and smart the man look, i gave him a good 'WTF' as i passed by (he finally pulled aside).... darn, what have i turned into....

driving during a cold rainy night doesn't be much different btw... ada satu hari tu, 'bout 2 in the morning, basit called and ask to pick him up... since the place is nearby to my house, i gave it a go tho driving alone in the wee hour doesn't sound like a good idea... tp sape nak amek basit pun kan pagi2 buta ni?... jln mase gelap kat parking lot mmg creepy.... all the stuff animal they put on the dashboard mcm hidup jek... so i'm keeping in mind, a teddy bear is sooo not belong on the dashboard, apart from being seriously scarry in the dark, ia juga tempat mengumpul habuk yg efektif.... tak sesuai untuk pernafasan memandu di hari yg panas terik.....

as i frantically pressing the accelerator, tetibe jek ada satu motor tak idup lampu lalu kat depan.... ya allah.... seb baik aku ada skill memandu yg tahap dewa.... why are we the one who always risau nak mampus for the motorcyclist nih... diaorg ada ilmu kebal ke?... nak test power sagat kepala kat bumper kete sgt?.... dah la mase tu ujan... gelap... so sebab takut i only drove 40km/h ok... series slow... hahahaha.... the road doesn't provide much help either....kiri kanan penuh ngan construction site... gelap gilosh.... aku sorang 2 jek kat atas jalan.... gile bapak banyak antu berjalan-jalan (ye ke?... nampak ke?)

aku: 'saya tak nak amek awak la esok, lmbat gile balik... naik cab je la...'

basit: 'keje dah siap... tak yah pegi dah'

cess.....

in graphic: on the way to kajang... amek result spm mamat

persona non grata

aku baru nak minum teh panas ngan roti gardenia 'toast 'em' raisin... dok kat sofa kale coklat yg bapak selesa... ada 2 pillow ngan fake suede cover and lagi 2 cotton covered yg ada feel of inviting yg maha hebat... based on routine, skang time cite 'nigella feast'... so everything seems to fall in place la kan... syok syok saje... dan dan tu jugak ada org bagi salam.... aku jawab and out of nowhere kat pintu ada 3 orang mamat carik adik aku...

aku: 'abo (adik aku yg third), member kau'
abo: 'owh, masukla... peter, jinggo dan... (aku lupa la nama dia)'

masuk2 jek trus lepak kat sofa aku... wah.... bapak tertekan... amek roti dan sesuke ati cicah kat dalam teh panas.... ces, thats not how you enjoy the bread la beb... malas nak terjebak ngan sesi borak pasal formation of mafia menggelabah, aku blah... with few notes in mind;

1. nama peter, peter.. pasal rambut dia mcm ariel peter pan.. rambut saje btw, muka out..
2. jinggo adalah budak keje dbkl yg suke buli bangla, myanmar dan nepal... jahat budak ni..
3. len kali aku tak moh buat air ngan mkn roti time tgk tv...
4. peristiwa ini semakin kerap berlaku, take note: i must moved out. fast!!

aku buat note kat fridge: 'esok beli gardenia toast 'em raisin' - sedap....

in graphic: the sofa :)

the odd odd cat

tis is my cat... i called him ding goo ding or gooding for short... he's an odd odd cat... he doesn't seem to realize that he's... well for a start a feline... he doesn't do any meow or make any attempts to talk like cat... i mean meowing la... dia hanya mengeluarkan sejenis bunyi mcm vibrating.. am i describing tis right?... hahahaha.. i don't know...

he doesn't like fish and only drinks from gayung kaler kuning that cause my mom to buy another gayung kaler purple to avoid conflict with gooding... when he's done with his business in the litter box, he will frantically try to cover the waste by scooping his hand in the air instead of scooping the litter sand... die takut tgn die kene bhn buangan sendiri so die berlakon mengambus just for the sake of mengambus... hampeh...

nway, here's a pic of him in the paper boat my father made, he just sit in and doze off... what an odd odd cat...

don't bother

the first post always be the most boring one... hence i'm gonna skip this part... heh? told u so...