The weekeend was a lil’ bit eventful for me (not to mention the WEEK itself! You know, lost my bike and stuf). As the history goes (erk?), I flew from KLIA to Kedah via on Friday night. I actually bumped into Abang Amirul who happened to be my senior back in USM days when I was a microbiology student. Tu pun masa dah dalam plane and was about to settle at respective seats. To cut it short, we didn’t even have the chance to talk. I wonder what he’s doing now? Maybe i’ll try to find him in Friendster later. Kinda dissatisfy though.
Anyway, on 29th June, Ayah, Mak and Me went to Perak to attend my godbrother’s wedding; Abg Yahya. Been ages since I last met him and it feels great to meet my godparents back: Ayah Leman & Mak Esah. They actually took care and babysat me when I was a toddler back in FRU (since Mak is a working mum!). I have to say that they were kinda excited to see me especially Mak Esah who was like kept kissing me on the cheeks. Ayah Leman seems very skinny to the last time I saw him and i’m kinda worried for him. Anyway, the wedding was kinda interesting as it involves military solemnization; there were bagpipes and sword-ensemble ceremony. I guess since Abg Yahya is a Mejar Tentera Darat ( I donno if the english spelling differ from the malay’s), that’s why the ceremony is very military-oriented (LOL!).
Besides that, having such kenduri is actually a good place where you can meet old neighbors. It was very nostalgically alleviating to meet Pak Itam, Mak Cik Siti and Zakiah as well as the familiar faces in FRU. Kak Noor (godsister) was kinda busy but sempat lagi meluang masa snapped my pictures with Mak Esah. Sempatlah saya mengusik Abg Yahya masa kat pelamin tu :
“Abg Yahya, kenai tak ni?”
(He was a bit bewildered) “Erm… Kenai. Ada gambar kat umah dulu-dulu.”
Hhaha… Above all, I felt it’s a good thing I went there. Meeting Ayah Leman and Mak Esah after ages was a nostalgic moment. I don’t know; walaupun lama dah tak jumpa, but when I met them I instantaneously mesra.
The Euro 2008 has finally over. Since Monday (yesterday 30th June) I was on leave, I had the chance to witness the final match live between Spain and Germany. What can I say? Spain played well with Fernando Torres as the hero! Germany also plays well despite few tantrums arisen. On whole, it was a good match.
I’ve finally cut my hair! I’ve noticed with the long hair, i’ve been attracting glances and devious-smiles-and-faces-which-I-had-known-for-many-years. Just a tip of the iceberg, I’m gonna relate with what happened lately with the rambut yang agak lebat itu :-
- At R&R Tapah = A troupe of soldiers were like having meals. I was scouting for few junkfoods. Their eyes were like googling (shitty aint it?) me and I can hear few laughter (F*ck!!). I purposely didn’t look at their direction; if not surely I will be losing my temper! And of course there were like 2-3 guys tengok2x. Shit! Felt so uncomfortable that I just sped off from there. I didn’t tell anyone though. It’s cliche. Happens all the time. *Ergh!*
- Highway = A motorcyclist unexpectingly potong sebelah kanan kereta (which is like KESALAHAN JALAN RAYA!). I was looking at the window and suddenly the motorist sniggered and raised his eyebrows! Erk? I caught Mak’s eyes and were like= “what????!” Ok, maybe it was a friendly gesture and I guess I was traumatic that day.
- ERL = A Pak Arab was sitting opposite me and facing me. I noticed that something’s wrong but tried not to ambil peduli. As the train reached Putrajaya, I saw that the Pak Arab was staring SHARPLY. What the f*ck??! I just put the vain the face and walked off.
- At the barber’s shop = A few youths were like hanging out at the barber shop and was like googling and sniggering; looking at me as if like X-raying (erk?). Guess they didnt expect that I’m about to walk in the shop. I just put the VAIN FACE, masuk the kedai without lookin’ at them and get my hair CUT!
Erm, maybe these are simpy my thoughts. I donno. But just now at office, Abg Bob suddenly said :
“Why Shahrill potong rambut?”
Encik Lokman pulak :
“You cut your hair short? Why?”
I’m just like W.H.A.T.E.V.E.R !!! Moral of the story = Cut the hair, you will get less distraction (HOW I WISH!) *SIGH*