The Not So Lonely Traveller - Part Khartoum

Yup, That's me. I'm talking about me and my experience. It was a very long time ago when I first have to go for a business trip. The date is 23 February 2011. I have nothing much to complain but I guess I'm about to start Now! Ha ha ha!

At that particular point of time, It was my very first time traveling outside the Asian Region. But the real issue is the fact that it was my first time travelling alone. And it was FAR. I mean really FAR! My Journey begins when my dearest officemate have this Idea of his that he wants to serve the people (to become a politician). As the Big Boss couldn't leave the office empty, he choose me to go and with a mixed feelings, I accepted the task with heavy heart. How ever, I start to accept it when I'm thinking of the experience that I could gain next. And... also because of other reasons which I could not disclosed here and should be kept as secret by me (He he he! Alaaa~ everybody should know why~)

So, let me start with the Checking In. One-Abang-Gemuk suddenly tells me " You can't fly to Sudan because you don't have a Visa".

"Hell No Man!!! My Boss told me that I don't need one! All my colleagues are there Man! What nonsense are you talking about?!" Well, at least I wish I actually said that out loud. Unfortunately that was only inside my head. Instead, I told the One-Abang-Gemuk politely that "No, We don't need one and I'm very sure of it". One-Abang-Gemuk called his Superior in charged for the night. Then come one Annoying-Mean-Man-with-Serious-Face starts telling me that " No! You show me the Law or Rules or the Regulations!!!". Panicked, I called my subsidiaries COO (I Know i should have called other colleague. But, I'm in a panic mode you see) to confirm the fact. He confirmed that we don't need a Visa because we are Malaysian, and Sudan's Government does not require Malaysian to do a Visa. I also called Kak Mariani, a helpful lady who manage my flying tickets and also my stay in Sudan. She also confirms the same.

I did force One-Abang-Gemuk to call his working mates about the Visa. He did, and I can hear his whisper (his voice is loud unfortunately) to Annoying-Mean-Man-with-Serious-Face afterwards. "Can fly without Visa".

But, that superior of his, still force him to make me sign a form with the big Title: TRAVELLING WITH INCOMPLETE DOCUMENTS. Only upon signing it, I could check in. Kak Mariani suddenly called after I text her on what happened to me just now. She said that she can change my flight from Qatar Airways to Emirates tomorrow morning. So, I'm kind of accidentally repeating what Kak Mariani told me loudly and suddenly, One-Abang-Gemuk and Annoying-Mean-Man-with Serious-Face panicky letting me checking in. Hurm~ May be I should have said that earlier... Or are they waiting for me to give them something before letting me go? I'm not so sure~

What Ever it is, I'm checking in and his instruction was I have to go to C22. So, I queue with a bunch of people who looks like Sudanese to me as I'm going to Sudan you see. So, people can see me quite strikingly as:-

a) I'm the only Girl and not yet a Woman there;

b) Fairer; and

c) Shorter.

Suddenly, one rather cute and handsome Abang Imegresen come and Pull me out from the line that I queue. Wow! PTPTN nak tahan aku ke Ape hie? Damn!!! I'm so doomed! I felt guilty! And then the Officer asked "Is your Passport RED?". $#!+!!! One after another! I looked up at him and node as innocent as I could and still wondering whether Malaysian Government has changed the Colour of our Passport. And it turns out to be that, Malaysian Passport is still Red. and PTPTN did not stop me from travelling. I did not do anything wrong...except for the fact that I', queuing at the wrong lane.  The officer smile "Sis, that is evacuatuion lane. Malaysian Passport holder is here". Phewwwww~ I am so relieved! Where is my eyes and head just now?

RED Malaysian Passport. No Change of Colors Okay~

Usually, I don't help anyone to carry their bags in the Airport. For safety purpose. Not because I am Selfish or what not. But that day, I help one Friendly Auntie who loves to smile. She's struggling with her Milo, Sweetened Milk, Horlicks, Maggie Laksa etc. I help her and talk with her along the way while waiting for the gate to be opened. She is on her way to visit her daughter who works as Stewardess in Doha. While she will end her journey in Doha, I have to transit there for 7 long hours. When I'm in the plane, I sit next to the window. I purposely asked for this seat as I don't like to go to the Loo or even have to get up because someone's need to. And I love to seat next to the window because, I love to look outside (although I am actually afraid of heights). How ever, It is very dark outside...so there's nothing great about it for tonight.

Next to me is one Lovely-Arab-Lady and her Grumpy-Husband. She loves to smile and she makes you feel welcomed. And she smells like yeast. I mean Bread, No Yeast... freshly baked bread. Ok... I think Yeast. She asked me "Malazi? Malazi?". I said yes and she wants to call her son using my mobile phone to tell him that they are safely inside the flight. I don't usually let people to use my phone (please don't do this with a stranger), but I guess its because she looks so desperate and sincere. After calling her son, she keeps saying Syukran, Which means thank you. I wish I could remember Afwan (Welcome) at that particular time. Unfortunately, I forgot. this is when you body language plays it roles and so I guess my nods and smile will make her understand. So, this Lovely-Arab-Lady who smells like yeast sits right next to me for my Long 8 and a half ours flight from KUL-DOHA. I can't read while I'm traveling with car, bus or train. But I can't help myself to watch Perfect Wedding (Cantonese Movie) and for that i have to read a subtitle and Alamak... I got dizzy because of the bumpy flight and bad weather. So, I choose to sleep instead. But, this Lovely-Arab-Aunty wakes me up when the stewardess offered sweets, wakes me up again when they offered a drink...and wakes me up again when they offered a Dinner (one big portion of Grilled Chicken with mixed vegetables and baked potatoes, Dessert orange yogurt cheese cake, Fruit Juice, Mineral water, Kit Kat, Papaya and Manggo Salad) and then supper (one big portion of Chicken Shawarma and Coffee. I'm telling you, Qatar Airways is trying very hard to make you one fat Flyer. The thing is... I actually put a sign that don't wake me up for Food...because I want to sleep. But, its okay. The Lovely-Arab-Aunty means no harm after all. Food are delicious and it is a waste not to enjoy it.

So, I land at Doha International Airport. I don't know the where about of My Friendly Aunty nor the Lovely Arab Aunty who smells like Yeast. Alone again, I looked at my phone and the time is 12.00am. I'm so Mamai, and confused with the time! That was a verrryyyy looonggg 3 hours with stomach full journey mannnn~ But then I realised... its a different time line.

Inside Doha International Airport - Source Google

My next flight to Khartoum is in the next 7 hours. Darn! My shoes bites me pulak! Damn Sembonia shoes! I should bite you First! So I walk around the duty free shops to kill the time and just look at the cheap perfumes and stuff and holding my lust to shop with my aching feet. Nothing much interesting as I'm looking for souvenirs and not so much on personal stuff. I then go around to look for Musollah to perform my Ishaa'. I ask one guy and he showed me the Musollah. But... that was a gent's Musollah. I left with no choice, so i just perform my prayers and I can see the Gents are looking at me with full of question marks when I'm done. Darurat! And I'm Praying not killing, So please stop giving me that weird look.

Again, just to kill my time, I used Doha International Airport FREE WIFI, charged my Laptop, replying emails related to work, skype-ing at the end of a corner until Subuh around 4.40am as the sunrise around 6.00 am. I make my way to the Musollah again and one Indian Cleaner yelling and shouting with the broom in his hand saying "No Woman! No Woman!". "No Woman No Cry Huh??!!!" I shouted back at him. Okay! fine... I don't shout back at him though. I keep thinking where am I suppose to perform my prayers. Suddenly he showed me one place. NOt far from the corner where I sat and Wifi-ing... And I read... "Mosque Woman". Malu, Shy, Embarrassed! It was hand written by someone with a small heart as the hand writing is soooo small and no human being with a perfect could actually read it unless you are standing 100cm away from the sign. And on my defense, the sign is written on a piece of A4 paper with the font no more and no less than 20. Thank you very much!

So I proceed with my journey to Khartoum approximately 7.15am and sat right next to the window (as usual). As we flew up... I can see the whole Doha! And my camera is not with me! $%^*?!#. My description would be this:-

In Malay: Cantik Giler Babeng Hokey! Bandar Doha dengan simbahan Cahaya Mentari Pagi. Laut yang biru berkilauan bak Berlian Biru di Cincin Tunang Kate Middleton... Bangunan Tinggi berwarna metalik memantulkan cahaya lembut indah tak terperi!

In English: Bloody Beautiful Crazy Piggy Hokey! City of Doha with a Splash of Morning Twilight. The Deep Blue Ocean's sparkling like Edward Cullens! Ooops! I mean, like Kate Middleton's Engagement Ring. Metallic Sky Scrapper Building reflecting the soft light with undescribable words to explain its beauty.

City of Doha - Taken after Google Search. Please try to use your imagination as if you are looking from the sky

Qatar Airways never fails to satisfy my tummy and fattens me up with their Scramble eggs with Cheese and Dice Potatoes. Serve it with Black Pepper Chicken Sausage and Pour it with a Creamy Mushroom Sauce. I also had Humus with Olive Oil, Strawberry Jam and Butter together with the Hot Fluffy Bread. Also POur some freshness inside my tummy with a Fresh Fruits with White Cheese, Apple Juice, Orange Juice and Milk Tea... Burp! Sorry, excuse Me! While having breakfast, I enjoyed watching Bewitched Series, Everybody Loves Raymons and I Laugh as I please because I'm sitting alone right next to the window. They also have National Geographic Channel and I watche Japanese Hidden Secret (Please-please! I always wanted to travel here) and also played Zuma. Yess, I don't Sleep yet because I can't.

When I reached Khartoum, itis almost 11.30am and I line up with a bunch of people who do looks like Sudanese to me, when suddenly their Officer approached me and say "Madam, Indian?". "Erkkkk... No~ Malazi". Hailaaaa~ Where di I got the Indian Look man. Ops... Wait a second~ Did I? He then showed me a Big Yellow Signboard with a RED font "Non-Sudanese". Chaittttt! Not Again! Not the wrong queue again!!! I quickly give my passport and WITHOUT VISA~ I'm safely arrived in Khartoum! FINALLY!!! African Region!

Khartoum International Airport

Things that I learn the most - Please look for the Sign and Please READ it!!!

Yes, I'm Not travelling 5 stars... but the experience is more than 5 stars... At least for me~

-Tekan-

The Cuts, The Scars and The Continuos Pain...

Afraid? Yes I am...
Unsure? Yes I am...
Confident-less or should I say Not more than 50%? Yes I am...
Unsecure? Definitely Yes...
Restless? Yes I am... every time I'm in a so called relationship...

Questions that will always Pop Up ... Will the Love Last...
Betrayal... Will it come in Between...
Honesty... Will there be...
Jealousy... Will it ruined the Love...
Passion... Will it stay...

People will always say...
Take the risk...
Certainty will never be at anywhere...
It is a gamble...

Experiences... Never treat me good...
I got few cuts, few scars which remains to bleed every time I have the thoughts...
Continuous Pain due to the cuts...
Definitely not blaming anyone... But collecting the strength which is easily fallen apart, definitely not an easy task...

Looking at you secretly... keeping all the secrets...
Hiding behind the smile... Can I just say... I'm pretending...
Hope that you can see it... Can you convince me till the day Come..
Can I hold on...


And I can't believe... the same $#!+ happen all over again!

  

Me, Myself and My Transportations: Little Red Riding Kancil

MIMI…that’s the name of my very own Little Red Riding Kancil. I believe the name suits her well. Sesuai betol dengan warnanya yg merah menyala persis anak dara sunti yang menggedik mencuri perhatian teruna. Echeh~ Hahaha.

Mimi yang berkawan baik dengan Aen…Si kancil Biru yang Hidup dalam Blues, merupakan kenaikan baru kami selepas era 2003/2004. Hahaha! Mimi merupakan penyumbang kepada KEBESARAN Geng Effarogey lantaran kebaikan utama yang kami perolehi adalah bergerak ke sana ke mari. Kalau dulu, bila lapar terpaksalah kami makan apa sahaja yang ada di Dewan Makan, Sahur’s Café atau Gerai Aunty Ah Fong. Tapi kewujudan Mimi membawa kami sehingga ke Kedai Mamak Seksyen 14 PJ, atau Bangsar, atau Kelana Jaya, atau Damansara. Saya tetap akan ingat Farihan mengejut saya pukul 2 pagi sebab nak makan Roti Telur kat Seksyen 14. Aiyark! Sebagai seorang yg sememangnya mamai tahap gaban kalau baru bangun tidur, saya ikut jelah. Siap makan sekali dan mcm ingt2 lupa pada waktu pagi apehal, aku mcm kenyang pulak nie. Meskipun kami selalu ternampak bulu Roti Telur mamak, tapi kami nampaknya tak serik makan kat sana. Mungkin sebab dah pagi2 buta, Bulu mamak tu pun dah tertidur lalu terlepas berpaut dari tempatnya…Hahaha! (apa merepek nie…okay tak buat lagi-monolog dalaman ketika menulis).

Mimi meski kecil, tetapi mantap prestasinya. Dari Mersing saya membawa Mimi ke KL, padahal memang cukup terang, jelas lagi bersuluh yang saya bukannya seorang pemandu yang cekap atau berhemah pada waktu itu sebab dah terbiasa menjadi penumpang dan tidak memandu sejak mendapat lesen. 

Abah banyak kali pesan, bawa Mimi kat dalam fakulti je sudah. Bawak pi kelas, balik kelas. Jangan bawa keluar Kota Kuala Lumpur yang penuh dengan Mat Rempit dan Samseng Jalanan (echeh…ingat ini cerita KL Drift/Rempit ke) sebab beliau takut saya akan cepat panik sehingga instead of mengelak mereka-mereka ini saya akan memilih untuk melanggar mereka lalu berkata OOOPSSS… Tapi, saya akan ingat tanggal 21.7.2004 sebab waktu inilah saya telah pertama kali memberanikan diri memandu Mimi yang bersifat manual ke Midvalley utk membuat persiapan sambutan Hari Lahir Rabia. Nervous bukan main petang tersebut. Siap sesat tak tahu jalan masuk ke Parking Midvalley sebab selama ni tau jalan bas sahaja. Kalau ikut hati, nak je park kat tempat bas berhenti. Tapi takut bas tak Nampak plak lalu menyundul Mimi. Lebih hebat lagi, saya telah membawa Rabia yang ditutup matanya ke A&W PJ. Seiring dengan mulut Rabia yang tak berhenti2 Pot pet sepanjang perjalanan kerana matanya ditutup, saya pun ikut cemas sebab first time memandu di waktu malam buta dengan penumpang yang peramah sepertinya dan riuh rendah kawan2 lain suruh Rabia diam (yang mana mereka tidak berjaya dan takkan berjaya punyalah!). Saya ingat juga, Rabia di saat “buta sementara” sempat juga membuat aksi akrobatik nak terjatuh kat pintu masuk A&W nie. Di tambah lagi dengan suaranya yg pot pet-pot pet sepanjang masa dengan mata tertutup kain itu, beliau tanpa disedari oleh dirinya sendiri telah menarik perhatian para pengunjung A&W. Tak boleh lah nak salahkan dia, sebab dia tak tau dia kat mana. Tapi kami yg memimpin dia nie, terpaksalah senyum je kat semua orang yg rata-rata dah tak tahan nak ketawa gak. Kecohlah katakan…hahaha! Waktu balik sekitar 2 pagi, tak banyak kereta di jalan raya dan saya dengan bangganya memilih untuk melanggar lampu isyarat lalu “CLICK”….simbahan cahaya flash umpama diserbu paparazzi menerangi gelap malam~ Lepas terkedu sekejap, saya sempat melawak (seperti biasa) “Alamak!!! Aku senyum ke tak tadi eh?” dan disambung oleh Geng Effarogey yang lain “ Lupa plak nak buat Gaya PEACE!!!”. Dan kami…Ketawa lagi!!! (Seperti Biasa) Nasib baik tak kena saman wey~

Mimi tak pernah Eksiden. Serius! Tapi ade orang langgar dialah dari belakang. Sebuah motor skuter yang dibawa oleh seorang Amoi comel yang melekat umpama Spiderman di Cermin Belakang Mimi sambil diperhatikan oleh penumpangnya iaitu Rabia dan Farihan. Setakat yg saya tau, itulah bayangan mereka kepada saya apabila menceritakan tentang eksiden itu. Saya berpendapat yang mungkin Amoi tersebut memang terlalu taksub dgn Spiderman dan sebab teringat pesanan “Jangan Tiru Aksi ini di Rumah”, maka dia pilih untuk cuba buat Aksi tersebut kat Mimi. Meleqqaaat beb (sebab si Rabia yag cerita…k kena tukar q dan qalqalah kena Peqqattt). 

Mungkin mcm nie Muke Amoi Spiderman tue...

Harus muke dia herot berot kat cermin belakang Mimi tu dan mungkin ada sisa-sisa DNA dia melekat secara kekal di situ lantaran momentum yang kuat tersebut. Saya datang dengan Van Kolej Ketiga yang dibawa oleh Mizi yg kebetulan nak menuju ke tempat kejadian di Kolej Kediaman Kedua Belas. Sampai di sana, Mimi dah pun ketepi dan ada Lawyer in The Making yg sedang represent Mimi iaitu Kak Aida yg telah dijemput khas oleh Geng Effarogey. Maka, membetulkan Bumper Mimi yang dah terlondeh mencecah tayar itu membawa kos sebanyak RM120 dan telah dibayar oleh Amoi Spiderman kita seperti yang telah dipersetujui (Consent Judgment)~ Oh yeah~ Terima kasih semua…

Mimi takde masalah rosak atau apa-apa. Malah Mimi pernah membawa semua Geng Effarogey dr KL ke Mersing. Kami sempat mandi Air Terjun Kota Tinggi beramai-ramai hasil lawatan Geng Effarogey ke Johor. Mimi dari segi keselamatannya agak kurang selamat sekiranya dibawa oleh saya seorang diri, sebab kalau terserempak dengan Lori/Bas di jalan raya, Mimi akan terhayun sedikit. Mungkin sebab Mimi ringan. Di sebabkan Abah saya merasakan pengalaman tersebut sendiri lalu merasakannya sangat Horror, maka abah memutuskan supaya pada sesi 2005/2006, saya akan membawa kereta lain…Walaupun kurang setuju, sebab Mimi jimat minyak, saya terpaksalah akur dengan En.Abah yang merupakan En.“Bayar Duit Kereta Kamu”. Kali terakhir saya Nampak Mimi adalah pada tahun 2005 bersama-sama sepasang suami isteri beranak 1 di Bandar Mersing.

Mimi sememangnya kereta yang banyak mengajar saya skill memandu. Membawa saya Merempit ke Kelas di Fakulti Undang-undang Setiap pagi. Persahabatan Geng Effarogey yang riang ria pun ada melekat bersama-sama Mimi. Mimi…I will always Love you no matter where you are!

Me, Myself and My Transportations: The Cruel Life of Public Transporting~

Well, everybody have a story to tell about their experience with Public Transports. And the good thing about always travel in a flock like Geng Effarogey is, u have STORIES to tell. Hahaha! Zaman sebelum saya mempunyai kenderaan sendiri, Skills of surviving will always took place and control our guts. Everything that Impossible will absolutely turns possible. 

Dulu...di masa muda dan bertenaga kami...Saya, Rabia, Farihan, Ya Nee pernah jadik pelari 100 meter paling pantas di Fakulti mengejar Bas UM buruk berwarna krim. Dengan ayu berbaju kurung~ Kami pun penuh kelajuan berlari kejar bus sambil diperhatikan oleh warga Fakulti Undang-undang yang ngam-ngam dan pas-pas betul baru habis Kuliah. Naik je Bus, dari pakcik pemandu sampailah penumpang dok paling hujuuuung sekali dok tersengih2 mcm kerang busuk sambil tahan ketawa tengok kami semput2 panjat tangga bas. Oh ye! Kami siap mendayu-dayu  menjerit "Tungguuuu! Tunggguuuuuuuuu!!!" sambil berlari. Oh ye! Tangan kami siap melambai2 mesra pada pakcik bas yang dgn bangganya mengacah-acah nak bergerak tinggalkan kami. Hailaaa...

Tapi seronok jugak naik bas ni. Kadang2 kalau tersalah naik bas, kami akan end up makan angin free ke Pantai Dalam, Kg Kerinchi, Seksyen 17 dan pusing satu UM. Setakat naik bas penuh and stuck kat depan melayan driver bus berborak tu memang dah kepakaran kami lah. Itu belum campur Lawak Bodo Abg Driver Bas tu tanya kat setiap budak yang naik Bas pada suatu Hari Thaipusam "Awal pulak ko balik dari Batu Caves hari ni?", dengan muka tak bersalah. Kalau tertinggal bas, kami menapak dari Fakulti Undang-undang merentas Tasik UM, Perpustakaan, Fakulti Sains, Fakulti Sastera, Fakulti Pendidikan menuju ke Kolej Kediaman Ketiga...No hal...Paling2 pun ketiak basah je ataupun Main lari2 dgn Monyet je.

Kami pernah jugak tgk midnight movie bersama-sama menaiki bas ke Midvalley dgn Raja. Disebabkan terlalu lewat, balik ke UM naik Teksi. Raja sampai terpaksa Squarting kat Kolej Kediaman Ketiga sebab nak sgt tgk Turn left turn Right tu. Dan Raja...akan buat aksi2 menariknya setiap kali squarting dgn cara memanggil2 nama pemilik bilik dgn seram sebab dia tak boleh tido atau sebab dia takut kucing. Hehehe. Kami selalu juga balik lewat malam dgn bas dan berlari2 balik ke Kolej sebab lawak komedi seram kami sendiri.

Tapi cerita paling best pasal kami dan Public Transport ini adalah kisah Akmar. Harus di ingat, Akmar bukanlah sgt feminin suatu tika dulu sebab dia lebih selesa berT-shirt besar dan berseluar jeans. Namun pada suatu hari ketika kami baru dapat duit PTPTN dan JPA, kami memutuskan untuk cuba untuk pertama kali ke Jusco Wangsa Maju menaiki LRT dan Akmar telah memutuskan yg dia mahu bergaya feminin dengan baju pink, jaket dan skirt jeans paras lutut dan high heels berwarna pink. Nak dijadikan cerita, petang tu havoc pulak bus stop UM mcm ada Jualan Sale Gudang. Seriously, saya dan Akmar memang takde intention langsung nak masuk Bas memandangkan Ya Nee, Rabia dan Farihan nak menapak je daripada UM ke Stesen LRT. Malangnya, walaupun saya dan Akmar dah bercakap pada orang keliling "kami tak nak naik bas...kami tak nak naik", tapi kami tetap ditolak oleh org2 yg kiasu, kiasi dan tak paham bahasa masuk ke dalam Bas Rapid KL. Saya kira bernasib baiklah sebab dapat peluk tabung isik duit syiling ngam2 sebelah abg Driver. Dari situlah juga, saya dapat melihat dgn jelasnya kekijaman Pakcik Driver bas yang memaksa pintunya ditutup walaupun bas memang kalah sardin kepenuhan dan kesempitannya. Dan dari situ jugalah, saya dapat lihat Akmar kena sepit pintu angkara sikap durjana pakcik bus. Sardin pun sujud syukur berkata rupanya ada orang yg lebih malang daripada aku bila tgk situasi Akmar tu. Konpem! Apepun, saya end up berpaut pada tabung sehingga sampai ke Stesen U dan Akmar kekal melekap di pintu dan ditolak2 sehingga high heel nya PATAH. Memang lawak Antarabangsat~

Well...tak adillah kalau saya ceritakan kisah Aib Akmar semata-mata. Saya pun ada cerita~ Saya pernah duduk di belakaaaang sekali sambil makan Pelam Muda yang dibeli kat Stesen Universiti pada suatu petang yg hening. Yang selalu naik Bas Rapid KL pasti Arif dengan satu ritual wajib pemandu bas iaitu membawa laju sambil diselang selikan dengan Brek-brek mengejut. Maka saya adalah mangsa ritual wajib ini apabila Pakcik Driver membawa laju di hadapan Fakulti Kejuruteraan lalu tetibe membrek mengejut seolah2 dah nak terlanggar orang. Memandangkan cuma saya seorang je yg tidak bersedia dan saya seorang sahaja yang busy mengunyah...maka sayalah yang terpilih untuk terpelanting dan tak dapat brek langsung lalu seperti berlari dari seat belakaaaaang sekali sehinggalah akhirnya dapat brek di sebelah pakcik pemandu yg kemudiannya memandang saya dengan pelik. Saya mcm ada perasaan nak offer je pelam muda di tangan saya (untuk cover malu) dan sekaligus mencucuk bijik mata pakcik tu dengan lidi tajam tersebut (untuk balas dendam). Apa ceritaaa. Punyalah nasib baik, dalam bas tu cuma ada kami-kami jer. Adoiiiyaiii~kalau takkkk~ Tapi kekejaman kawan2 gelak pun dah cukup ler...hi hi hi.

Kalau bab naik Teksi plak, kami memang akan tuang-tuang le. Sepatutnya naik Teksi 4 orang je, tapi sebab kami ade 6 orang, kami slalu paksa Pakcik Teksi terima kami berenam. Sanggup tu...tunggu next taxi kalau takmo terima kami semua. Dan kami yg tak sopan santun nie, selalu berlari nak duduk belakang sebab org depan selalunya kena layan borak Pakcik Driver. Hahaha. Maka Siti Nurbaya selalu menjadi mangsa. Makin pelik ialah...Saya, Akmar, Farihan, Bee dan Ya Nee muat pulak berhimpit kat belakang teksi. Hurm~ Kenapa sekarang tak muat eh? Hahahaha!

Maka, itulah kisah saya dan rakan-rakan dengan Kenderaan2 bergelar Public Transport~Sesi 2003/2004... Murah, Jimat, Kelakar dan Macam-macam Hal!



Misteri Sangat Lah Kunun~

Saya dah banyak kali buat blog. Saya dah banyak kali cuba utk memasukkan post2 terbaru sekurang-kurangnya satu post seminggu. Tapi sebagaimana sukarnya saya untuk pergi bersenam atau berjogging sekali seminggu, begitu jugaklah sukarnya saya untuk memasukkan satu post seminggu. Orang kata semangat kena kuat, niat kena tekad, disiplin kena mantap. Tapi semua benda tu nampak lebih mustahil untuk aku buat. Yang aku hebat adalah, semangat nak makan kuat, niat nak makan benda yg aku mengidam (jangan salah faham, aku tak kahwin pun lagi) memang sangat tekad dan disiplin aku untuk habiskan makanan supaya tak membazir memang tak dinafikan mantap. Tapi takpe, sekurang-kurangnya unsur2 positif tu ada melekat dalam diri aku, walaupun untuk tujuan yang berbeza.

Akhirnya aku selalu menjadikan blog aku terbengkalai. Terbengkalai mcm bangunan kat sebelah bangunan Puduraya tu. Mula2 semangat bukan main, pastu hilang, walaupun tanpa angin. Chesss. Aku sungguh malu dengan ketidakuatan diri aku nie. Jadinya, dgn semangat baru yg kononnya membuak2 ini, aku sekali lagi cuba untuk menguatkan semangat aku nie untuk menulis blog lagi setelah aku delete 2 blog dan membiarkan 1 blog terbengkalai sejak August 2008. Chesss lagie!

Aku penat nak pilih nama blog yg gempak2. Kalau lelaki tanpa nama atau tak dikenali akan digelar John Doe. Pompuan tanpa nama atau tak dikenali dikenali dipanggil Jane Doe. Maka ini blog aku panggil The Blog Doe. Habies misterilah konon. Maka...bermulalah kisah aku yg berusaha nak berkongsi ceritera hidup aku dengan Doe-doe sekalian. Ho ho Ho!

Maka, awal2 lagi aku ingatkan sesape yg terbaca entry pertama aku nie, jgnlah berharap aku akan patuh dengan semangat untuk kerap memasukkan post baru. Aku bukan seperti pesakit selsema yg sedang takut dijangkiti H1N1 sehingga sanggup makan ubat 4 kali sehari lepas makan. Aku yg sedang sakit pun selalu lupa makan ubat. Maka aku yg sedang sihat mustahil akan rajin memasukkan post. Tapi, aku akan usaha! He He He!