johor bahru = heat stroke and hunger strike.


my gawd. im sooo drained now.
despite sleeping to and back the
journey to jb.
one word for today; SUckY!
shouldnt have gone there in
the morning, CLOSE to noon man.
the sun's scorching on my head
super duper mercilessly.


i was crying and wailing for help
right inside my braincells.
it was almost bursting in heat
that i swore they could have
melted right in the middle of that
i-dno-where place!
but i got my curtains and it's
b-e-a-u tiful. (:


plus, the place is soo packed
with the human race that it's all
the more STUFF-ier than ever.
and those irritating mat-malaysia
are even more disgusting than
the food they sold.
only god knows how i felt inside.
it's just so.. unsunkarable.
eeee.. - s h u d d e r s * -


anyhooos, mr irritating got his
haircut at some barber.. with
air-conditioner!
-phiews.
i tagged along HAPPILY with
my dad to have their haircuts;
both dad and dad's jr. (:
i sat there with a HUGE sigh of
relief and it got people noticed.
-alamaks*
hahaha. the pakcik said,
"awak panas, ye.. sini memang
macam ni.. tengah-tengah hari
ni dok pat kedai saye lagi baik.."
and ended with a proud chuckle.


self-confidence, aye?
wahahaha. cheerios to that old man.
(: he reminds me of the way mr bean
had his haircut.
and he's the one who cuts dad's hair.
i was smiling widely all the way from
the start til that pakcik finished
cutting dad's hair.
i wasnt really smiling because i'm
literally proud to be in his shop,
but i was holding back my laughter
as to how he cut dad's hair.
it really looked like a "tapperd"
mushroom. imagine that!
LOL!~


SO, the hair business is done.
and we're off to another VERY hot
place, i also dont know where.
=\ kill me, or shoot me but
i really had no idea.
i just butt-ed the parents wherever
and ended myself in a cd shop.
FINALLY, air conditioner stop #2.
((: of course, i found more life in
my dying, dehydrating, detoxicating,
dead body.
i browsed through and through
till i got fed-up.
cause there aint a SINGLE
english album there.
- besides britney spear's first
album and backstreet boy's
first single, selling at 5 RM/ea. -
like, wth ?
okay, what EVER.


that's when i decided to get out
and find myself a seat.
but there's NONE. ouchhh.
finally, the folks decided to head
on to the tailor's place.
to collect the RAYA BAJUU. (:
now, i really PERKED up.
wahaha. you should see how
my mom laughed at me for
being so twinkly when she
reckoned that man.
- dd oo rr hh !! -


and so, despite being all "twinkly"
little stars, i still SNORED in the car.
wahaha. that's nurool for you.
ever so slpy in car journeys.
(: i love the slp in car rides.
so refreshing.. LOL!~
- slaapp miee -


x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-


* skipp skipp *
i tried on the baju(s) alas!
but to my saltish dissapointment,
ALL my baju(s) were too big.
the nyonyah said i shrunk.
wth ?
but, whatEVER.
i told her to amend everything.
and that's another lloonngg wait.


so the ayah and the mummy
and the hakeem plus the
cranky-miss-nurool, headed down
for the XTRA shopping centre.
and we went there twice.
my gawd. my parents are really
lame at times.
first shopp, had a trolley which is
soo unfilled and contains only
one packet of maggi, one cadbury
chocolate bar and a pack of
maltesers plus the brother.
altogether, it's RM5.20.
(batteries not included)


so we headed for the food court
to break our fast.
i wasnt even sure if i was really
fasting cause...
i jst wasnt sure.
so, i still fasted nevertheless.
(: i had the niat already okay.
ate alittle, drank alittle, ate somemore
and zooom, off we went.
on our way down, (yes, for the
shopping part II), i saw this
woo-la-la bohemian necklace.
a perfect match for my raya bajuu. (:
of course, i got it.
but only after the mazjha* bargained..
you dont want to know how she did it.
but she did it all the way.
poor salesgirl. pity you*
i got it, still. (:
lucky me* -blinks.


shopp shopp shopp til i was
fucking tired. and dad, too.
poor him. he even squatted at the
corner with the shopping cart,
to relax his calf muscle.
i only smiled. (:
so, when the queen was settled
and satisfied with her collection
of stuffs/shits, we paid and
zoooooom, off we went (yes, back
to the tailor's place.)
and i could see dad's relieved,
smiley face.
tskk- dad ar..
wahahaha.


the size was better for the mazjha*
but not for the princess beauty.
SHE was not happy with it and
did further alterations.
until the SHE-mom said, e n o u g h.
so, SHE jst asked for one last, final,
alteration and done.
the SHE-dad then talked to the
tailor's soulmate (wahahah) about
how to get out of that place (only in
a nicer way.)
((: i know him.
so when done, zoooooom, we're off
(NO!! not home, to the SHE-mom's
friend's place.)
walamaks. i swear i was tired and
jst agreed to everything.


why not ? i slept through the
whole journey again, anyways.
so, who cares. the next thing i knew
was i opened my eyes to a very
familiar place.
the place i knew i'll never mistaken
it with any other.
of course, it was ...
my house carpark. (:
i knew it was prolonged bed-time then.
and started to QUICKLY unpack
the boot and pickled myself right
in my cosy bedroom.


ahh~ free from all external threats,
here i am, seated all alone with
the glaring comp, blogging my ass
out about "today's trip to jb"..
so, yeah.
it's MONDAY now, anyways.
so, dont think am going to blog
today itself. as in about -monday.
hehe. (: the lazy-queen has emerged
in me already.
wheeees.
aight then, peace out.
love love-*


* adek! your bangle is still wit me. (:
come and get it soon wokays. muacks.
LOVE LOVE youu <3!>