dum dee dum..am at home!

i am home shweeeet home..such a great great feeling! oh and quite a crazy day too.
my cousin raurau ( who is actually an equally fast-talker as i am; if not faster, that is.) drove me and nibah to the LRT station after my finishing class for the day, which was around 4 sumthing..we left kinda late coz haha..not-shocking at all; she was sleeping. oh Queen of all sleeping beauties u are raurau.

"xpeke kak rau hantar kita??"
"babe, kalau i tak call dia, she wont wake up.."

(me wuv u raurau!!!)

nways, it was 2 weeks since the last time i met up with her and so, of course, we did a lot of catching up. we were talking about the Azlina Jelani's murtad case and she was asking and i was answering and suddenly i was like, " i think u missed the junction la rau.."
screaming+panic attack 1. and she blamed it on me for talking to her bcoz she had to concentrate on what i was saying!!!!! oh halluuu..sape mula QnA questions??? nvm la..there are more than 10 other LRT stations for us to go to anyways around KL..

screaming+panic attack 2 happened when we were, yes, still talking..she was asking about the status of islam, and the fight and the outcries and all and how she was confused and so, being not-so-well-versed on the Consti Law(yet. iAllah will be. gambate!!!) i spilled out on what i know only..and somehow i noticed an ambulance behind us speeding up close to us. and it was then i realized that oh, the siren's on and OMG! ofkos, there might be a dying person in the ambulance and we were like soooo in their way!!! raurau panicked; swerved to the next lane and we both tried to hide ourselves from being seen and recognized by the ambulance driver. nibah was laughing hysterically in the backseat. raurau was all dramatic imagining all the possible actions that the ambulance driver and the patient's family could take against us..psycho nye kami. and again, she blamed me. and the next second she demanded me to continue on. and when i stopped talking, she'd suruh me talk.*confused*

*will see u next week di B.Antrbangsa raurau!*

i wonder how people survive living such a hectic life in KL. i love city life and all but to have spent my evening, after the office hours at he LRT and Star stations; unbelievable! fascinating tho i have to admit watching people rushing, chatting, dressed in suits..(oh i just love people in suits) there was just soooooo ramai orang that i felt like, to get through the crowd i'd have to imagine myself playing a rugby game. hug myself, and run through the people for a touchdown!!!! *Score!!!!*

i saw school kids either on their way home after school or just loitering around. what i didnt like was to see young little boys walking alone. how can a mom let a boy of prolly 9-12 years of age walk alone around areas of such like Pudu??!?!?! so many what ifs was in my head..

alhamdulillah, Pudu was very kind to me and Nibah today although we had to bear watch a guy dancing happily trying to attract customers. my god, its sooooo annoying when those guys come to you an ask 'dik, nak bas? pegi mana?" (no duh.."saye nak beli tiket kapal terbang. air asia ade bang?" i kat pudu kot!!!) when i was actually waiting for my ticket at the booth of my choice! ni mcm gaya nak curik customer org len jeh!!

well..got our tix, sat down for a while, watch people and watch more people..and wallaa, the next minute i found myself in a double decker bus!!! oh.my.god. i swear! i have always wanted to go on a double deck bus but abah have always said that "oh, bas tu utk budak U takde.." fuh-ney. and yippee yay..but..it wasnt so comfy. true to ur words kak myra, other than feeling like ur riding on a horse, i guess all's fine. good sleep tho coz the air-cond was just cool.

ape2 hal, am all good, safely at home, in the comfort of home. my 3 little darlings baby nanim, adek and syifa' are already asleep tho. and i miss zahid (oh he so doesnt read my blog so i dont mind saying it here.lol) he was home last week when i wasnt. but its good to know that he's doing great. * i luv him for sponsoring my topup-needs =D*

best feeling of all tonight; i was walking across the jejantas at the bus stop and i saw my dad walking towards the station and i was waving like mad (which come to think of it again, i think abah didnt notice me doing so) and i actually felt like i was walking out of the gateway at the arrival platforms in KLIA. ofcourse, minus the polluted air, the sound of cars and lorries speeding below and yeah, the bad smell. yg penting, an home for the weekend. i have plans and got it all scheduled! texted Una earlier in the evening. just felt like telling her that i'll be back in Jb. turns out that she's leaving Sunway for the weekend to! cant wait to meet up. nan and tea lychee mamak!

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if uv noticed, the sky is looking really good these days. and at night time especially. for the past few days, me and my gurlfrens would spend few minutes to just sit outside and watch the clouds moving under the moonlight before bedtime. haze or without haze. its a really good way to unwind after a long day..

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italian meal for family dinner tomorrow night! anyone wanna join? grocery shopping first thing tomorrow! Jusco here i come!!! kangen sama kamu!! oh..which reminds me, i so have to check on my phone. virus or no virus, am so changing it. lol. amek kesempatan sungguh. but then again, i cant live not being able to use the SMS!!!

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i am soooo digging into the Samsons. some claimed that they're like Radja. oh they're so not! Radja is so kanak2 skolah menengah kind. loud for nothing. despite of the quite loud music, Samsons play well. i mean, its not kiddy poppish lame alt rock stuff. but i think why i love the whole album's becoz all the tracks have beautiful beautiful lyrics. but then again, indon songs always meant good lyrics. oh well.. samsons; one of the best album..out of 12 tracks, only 1 sahaja that i don't like. see? i didnt like 3 of The Fray's. and how can i forget, equally great to the Samsons, Snow Patrol's Eyes Open. spells beautiful too. but na'ah to 2 tracks.