Tuesday, October 04, 2005

This House Is Not A Home

The smell of the fresh midnight breeze filled in the vicinity of our house’s front yard. The moon seems to be glowing each moment and the atmosphere was so scenic. So silence it was, now and then but this time it was dissimilar.

As I enter the door, standing right in front of me is the living room. I was stunned. With such tranquility transformation of interior design, our living room was redecorated with a mixture of oriental & British look-and-feel spreading up the space in our house. I adore it. I guess Mama sure have that Ramadan spirit going on a.k.a. early bird special.

Now, let’s wind back exactly what happened on the 28th of September to 2nd of October. I will elucidate what exactly happened to me. It wasn’t just the luxurious journey, but it was the wonderful escapade I had experienced with my beloved company (trip) in Bangkok & Pattaya, Thailand. The four days three nights was one hack of a ride of adventurously fun expedition & of course, such an anti-stress vacation, not forgetting, we had experience really bizarre situations and moments. Hint, have you seen James Bond VISA ad which also features Zhang Zi Yi taking their ride with Tuk Tuk? (Thailand term for Taxi)

After two weeks I had joined back my previous company (where I had been working in the year 2001), my AE (Account Executive) informed me that I have the opportunity to; and has given me such an exclusive privilege to join the company’s trip to Bangkok, Thailand. It wasn’t my first time in Thailand, but what matters to me was it was a fully sponsored trip. I was so excited because I was able to get the chance to know my entire colleague personally and to have more good times with them. It was nice.

Day 1:
I woke up at 4 am. I couldn’t get much sleep. I charged my iPod and had already put my bag pack in the living room. Right about 5:50 a.m., My dad sent me off to Bandar Tasik Selatan’s KLIA Express. 10 minutes before the train arrival, I just freaked out that I left my iPod in my room. I got really frustrated. It’s like ‘mati bini’. Once arrived at KLIA, we went to have our breakfast at McD’s after receiving brief from Alex, one of our tour guides. 8:40 a.m., we went off to Bangkok.

We arrived around 10:50 a.m. and off to Pattaya. Once there, we went to check-in at Hard Rock Hotel, Pattaya and half an hour later, we went to massage centre. We spent 2 hours there, and it was pleasant. The massager kept on squeezing my ass, for a freaking long time. I felt ackward. Right after the massaging session was done, I went to ask the guys if their massager did the same thing, and they got it too. The whole group was ‘re-freshed’ ala F5. Can or not? We had our dinner at night in some Thai restaurant. I still trippin' over for not bringing my iPod. Son of a b***&!

Day 2:
We had a nice breakfast. The team got out to land ourselves at the pool side. And yes, I got thrown in the pool by bloody Soffian, Yunus and Shukri. Damn it. We played water polo and went to the Spa. It was soooooooo nice to get ourselves into hot steamy shower (no really, real steamy shower), sauna (with the girls too), Jacuzzi and the freezing cold i-dunno-what-to-say-either-it’s-a-tub-or-pool thing, but it was freezing like koyunalawallayaya!

We checked out of Hard Rock Hotel at 12:30 p.m. but 30 minutes before that, I managed to buy few t-shirt, Bermuda pants and a wallet in their shop (I thought I told Yunus NOT to use my credit card, then there goes my ‘swipping’ session again, bugger!).

Soon after, we went to Gem Gallery at Pattaya. The place is wholly immense and we had a small train ride ala Petrosains at KLCC. I bought a small number of beautiful bracelets for my family (which they all including mum). I also bought myself a blink-blink. Nice earings, nigga-style!
Then it’s time for us to chow and push off to Bangkok. The journey took us 2 hours. Me & Soffian mostly spent time looking at cool Toyota Hilux & Fortuner. Dem nice.

Me at Amari Waterfront Hotel Lobby

We reach in Bangkok and check-in to AMARI Waterfront Hotel (such a beauuuutiful hotel, period!). After that we went of to Chaktuchak, one of Bangkok famous shopping bazaar. Once we reached there, we sip ourselves into the passage of shops and human. The weather was so freaking hot, it melted my body and my pants and God know which other parts of the body lah… and everyone else there. Hate it, but we have no alternative. Funny that I remember Soffian (our cool IT specialist) gave us this bright idea to walk back in our Hotel I bought plenty of t-shirts and clothes. One is the great Mongolian + Nepalian top (mostly can be found in British India) which I think they (Malaysia) sell it for more than RM300 Ringgit. I got it in Chaktuchak (like Central Market) for a very nice price.

Night time?
We had a slumber party! Best siout. And FYI, I don’t get drunk. I’m happily alive and well. I even had a small performance. I don’t know what happen but I know it was Day 3 when I woke up.

Day 3:
This is where I decided not to elaborate too much of my stuff so you readers don’t get annoyed with my long post ya… checkout the pictures uploaded via my fotopages.

Me at Amari Waterfront Hotel Lobby

I will take some of Yunus quote from his blog and let ya’all decide to drop by his nicely written blog or not, if you don’t visit, I will hate ya’all forever sebab you guys tak interested to know what happen with us at Bangkok :P Whatever it it, it was surely fun.

Selamat Berpuasa!
Tomorrow will be the 1st day of Puasa and I’m still in the office perah-hing my creative juice to work on few projects. Since it’s Ramadan, I’m sure everyone is very dried-up.

It seems that there’s so countless ‘phenomenon’ I face this month. Dawn from my relationship which I had built in such a short term (believe me, long distance relationship never work) to work (where our company gain two awards last week, yeay!), to my dearest friends and family and of course, all around me.

The Breaking Up Season

This is definitely a fact. You can see it anywhere, it happens, period. It’s a disaster but also an escapade of commitment and responsibility to certain of us.

Sometimes we thought love really exist in this world, it could be true, but it's a lie and it only appears as a disquise. No matter what happen and it's a never-ending battle. You can blame him or her, creating that men versus women. Now check this out, guys would think women just for sex, women just think guys can only make them happy by buying things, this or that (materialistic).

As far as I experience, my last relationship was the worst thing that can happen in my life. Such a big sacrifice I had made, to build up an honest, genuine love but it end up with few words from my lover, 'let's just be friend'. My heart just collapse to see such cheap love is. It's so easy to end up, after building it for a while for absolute ambigious reason. Whatever it is, it really taught me well what is life. I don't blame anyone if they hate the world 'love' cause I already know what it means. It means nothing.

I found few cases as well relating to my issue, for instant, I have my friend Zamdee telling me about divorce. Now talking about divorce, my dear friend which I prefer to call her 'Heart' also now a single mum, after building a marrige empire which doesn't last long. It's even worst to found out (suprisingly!) my best friend Yunus also broke up with his girl after building such a great relationship for more than 4 years. You see, the same case goes to my friend Alfred, where the girl decide to choose 1% of the guy where Alfred got the 99& love and key factor to the relationship. Yes, Yunus was in that situation too. It's pathetic to see why women can be so blind, mind and heart.

I finally come to a conclusion:
I feel I don't need to get married.

If I'm wrong, there's always an alternative:
If so, I would look for a contract wife for an amount of year where both party agrees. Or another alternative, going to freaking fu*king long procedure of adopting a son or a daughter. There's another 'acuh-tak-acuh' promise I made with my cousin if we both can't find our partners, we marry each other even though it could be a disaster. Or else, you can always pet a cat or a dog and watch them die 5 more year and buy a new one. Viola!

An escapisim to emo and distress!

Personally, I bought two precious item for my Raya (whatever term) which is Adidas All Odd (It's all caused by my friend Yunus had poisoned me to get one of those, and Sony’s Fontopia superb earphones for my iPod. Nyze! I will definately get Adidas Mexico next month. Let see if the Lomo deal with my friend will work. What else to buy... a car? Will know next year then. Bloody Rafidah!

* last dance. The walk begins.

2 opinions :

Single Mama! said...

perghgh.. gerek bro! a trip b4 puasa.. !

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