Angel

I was on the flight from JB to KL last night. I arrived at Senai Airport from Singapore after my overnight stay at the city. There should be a dedicated post for that but this post shall precede for my feelings must be let known.

I met a girl.

Not the prettiest I've ever seen nor was she the sexiest. In fact to go strictly by figure, she may have fared quite far off from the yardstick, which in others' books, means she isn't someone suitable for a magazine cover.

To put it yet simpler, she is just an ordinary girl.

Nothing special about her but her calm, collected, soothing and beautiful look on the face I so wanted to see even closer and longer if not for the decency I had to observe. Although, I often peeked when she wasn't looking throughout the flight. The act that I'm not sure was reciprocated.

But here's the thing. We didn't even talk. We didn't learn each other's name. And that is the only thing I so regret now.

So there goes an angel. Like a star engulfed in the dark skies of anonymity. The star that twinkled so gracefully though not brightly.

1380/08

Today marks the sixth year since I set foot in ASiS. I remember that day way too vividly that it never leaves my cranial cavity for even a single day.

That day Abah, Mak and I took a neighbour's airport cab to catch the flight. It was Firefly on an F50 so I can brag of having flown on the now obsolete Fokker. Abah was the one who insisted to go to KL by air although buying air tickets only a month before the flight would cost some money. Knowing Abah he would trade the tiredness and fatigue of long drives with anything he can afford ha ha.

The full version of the story shall be told later, (much much much later, I guess ha ha) so cut short, I remember when I walked to the lobby in front of Dewan Besar, with the huge logo just opposite the lobby. It was an eclectic mix of happiness, fear, sadness, pride, and humility that stroke me. I couldn't talk much. Abah did a lot of the talking. I just followed. At that lobby we were handed a yellow parchment on which stated three things if I recall correctly, and not orderly:

No. Dobi : 1380/08

Kelas : 4 B

Rumah : Bendahara

Dorm : 2A2

I remember also that the prefect who ushered me then to complete the registration in the Dewan Besar. His name was Amzar, nice guy. The kind of guy who was nice in front of the juniors' parents because that really who he was. I later learnt that he was the son of the PIBG's Chairman. His father once invited us over for a Raya do at their home in USJ if I am not mistaken. Us here were only the boys from Terengganu, Kedah, Kelantan etc who didn't go home on the weekend after Raya break.

I always like an overnight weekend because most of us would go home save the Pantai Timur boys like yours truly and some from the northern states. Less pupils meant better food and most of the times, more in quantity. Also, we could take a break from the 'tuck-in' and 'jemaah prayers' rules which meant kain pelikat and waking up late were the 'in' things for the weekend.

Ha ha 6 years later and I still haven't really left ASiS.

5-1

I can think of no better thing than this to happen to Liverpool after that mediocre result against West Brom last week.

Honestly I didn't think that Skrtel is any good to us anymore looking at his recent form. Then he denied that in the best way possible, two signature headers straight past Sxzcexzczxzvny into the net.

If we didn't get those 3 goals later, I don't think we could hold up tho. Liverpool are known to concede even after leading, and we're not known for comebacks.

So yeah though, 5-1. It felt like Gerrard intentionally fouled Wilshere to give the away team some consolation thru a penalty that resulted in the solitary goal by Arsenal. Ha ha

Feels so good. What a way to finish and start a week.

#YNWA

There and back again

Last Thursday I was alone on the first floor of our rent house. All the housemates took the opportunity of the CNY break to balik kampung and spend the long weekend with their families. I did not, for a few reasons.

First of all, I didn't plan to return to Terengganu in February after my last trip home in January.

Even if I was to go home it would be by air. No way I would buy a bus ticket and spend more than 9 hours sitting on my butt while being trapped in a traffic jam at Karak. Worse, most of the time I had to hold my pee in for hours until the bus finally reached the old and rotten Putra Terminal. I think if I go through that for maybe a couple times more I would soon find stones in my kidney. Buying air tickets in this time of the year means I'd have to sell a kidney.

After all I have planned my trips home for this year and my next flight home is on 14 March. With mess in my finance department I don't want to spend much on things of less priority. Then there's that trip to Singapore to see the airshow. Heck, I haven't even booked a hotel room. I can't spend all my money at once here. There are still 10 months to the year so swallowing all in one bite would mark an impending disaster.

Hence I stayed back. I did have company though, a friend who came over because his housemates also all went home but he recently had an accident and suffered some pains in his legs so he couldn't go out. Thus I had to be his runner, like buying food for him. 

So when I was about to swing into a slumber suddenly a loud bang shook the room, and that was the first of many. I wouldn't lie, I almost soiled myself. Not because I was scared but because I was dead shocked.

Going on for a few minutes, my half-awake self felt so annoyed. I took the pillows, banged them on the floor (I was pissed off my sleep was disturbed), and then took them downstairs on the couch where I slept for the whole night, since the noise of the firecrackers exploding in the sky was a bit muffled at ground floor.

Seriously engaging pyrotechnics in a terrace neighbourhood isn't something figured out of common sense. No racial issue here. Last time during Hari Raya some smart s's burnt the firecrackers of the same magnitude at our house street too. We were playing badminton and one of the firecrackers rocketed towards the court and exploded just feet above us who were running away like scared cats. That was perhaps the closest we got to Gaza or Fallujah.

Moving on to the next topic. I learnt this afternoon that Philip Seymour Hoffman had died at age 46. He reportedly OD'ed. I'm quite sad. He was actually one of my favourite actors. I liked him the most as that DJ in The Boat That Rocked. That movie rocks. He really excelled in bringing that character to life, like he was a star DJ himself. Seriously Mr. Hoffman was that good in my opinion, and it should be noted that I've only watched like 4 of the films he had a role in. I read some tributes and messages for the late Mr. Hoffman and some fans are angry and mad at him because he knew where addiction would bring him to yet he succumbed to it, causing him to leave us prematurely, taking along his great talent that we still haven't had enough with. So long Philip Seymour Hoffman.