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Fuh2 habuk2...it has been quite a long time since I have updated any post XD. Just wanna let you guys know that I'm among the finalist for the Perdana blogpost competition. Please do spend a few minutes to read this, give critical comment (much appreciate if u write anything that you agree or disagree....if you do I will be more than happy to reply! :) and do like it! (kinda need your likes to win this ;) haha) Your help are very much appreciated. I'm putting a link below so that you guys can have a look at it.

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Cheers and thanks a bunch!

Bright eyes.

Blast! I've forgotten my laundry again! Why must it happens all the time? Sheesh..i felt cheesed off. Whenever i step in into my bedroom, my laundry will remain in a distance, far away in that dark room, lies deep within the corner of the majestic restaurant (It's a cafe you dumb...) A goat good friend of mine, Hakim is a funny guy with least emotion. I don't know why, but really know well about this world - except for the fact that we can't understand girls that much.....Go bananas!.....

A quote,"If you bare your heart and soul to someone, you'll reveal your innermost". (why on earth am i writing this quote anyway?) The thing is, that evening, that line of girls sitting in front of him (hakim) caused a stir in the class - it's not that serious as you thing, for your account. Comel sangat! comel, comel, comel. Hakim, who was, well, kind of..felt disturbed with those words turn to me and say, 'Why do they have to say everything to be comel?'. I reply silently, 'i wish i knew.....i really do wish i knew.......'

Why can't boys be like girls? (Reject those negative thoughts!Jeez...) What i mean is, i'm very much pleased and enthralled with the way my classmates are right now (what does this has to do with boys?!)...with one exception though (i'm not going to say anything..). Those young and energetic happy-clappies really make our class filled with joyfulness! And at first i have this gut feeling telling me that this will not go long.....and i'm wrong!

p/s: Do you know what does supercalifragilisticexpialidocious means? It exist.

It means hello!

Mr. Diary

Dear diary,

Yeah, it's still the same. My-my, could there be a day where i can sleep like a log; I desperately need a one day-off to straighten my mind. From what, you may ask? Sheesh, you're a diary, you can't talk - you can't even understand me do you? My inner self has always whispered to me a silent, condescending tone, "Even if it seems that you're making little progress, keep trying, eventually something will give!" Gosh! Quit talking to me in that condescending tone, You always treat me like a child-ugh! People around me are being very much benevolent to me-well, some of them. They've urged me to stand on my bare feet on this challenging ground of life. They said that I need to see life as it truly is; adventurous, exciting and simply awesome!.

I can't!I just can't! No matter how many times have I tried, effortlessly, I just can't catch up to the point where everybody view life in the way it should be. How do they do it? I've thought of that unconvinient question in my mind for hundreds of times and i just can't see the answer. That is, before you came in my life; my little, old, light-coloured book, my diary. Good grief, do I even have a friend? A friend that I can rely on? A friend that I can make as a shoulder to hang on whenever I'm in despair? Let me guess..well, what do you think Mr. Diary? Uh-oh! i've NO ONE. Oh poo, now I've come to a realization that  I am.................... alone, all alone.

Am I that gloomy in class? Do I look that dull? Huh, maybe what he said was true back then.  'How come you look so gloomy these days ha? I've never seen you without a smile in your face before and you've never get angry or yell, or shout at someone.' He continued, 'Are you sick? If you have a problem then tell me about it. That's what a friend is for.

Rothan's blood! Are they that observant?

Up-a-daisy! Then my mom said, 'Be strong at whatever life throws at you, okay?' Then I take a glance to the others, witnessing how young, talented and full of potential they are. Me? I'm just an old rusty boy with a dim future. Slowly, i creep and try to reach out in my life. There's this girl in my class, she said, "You were not born as victim luke, but as victor." Then I've thought that no situation is permanent, and there must be, must be a way out of this problem. It might take a little time to get through it but eventually I believe that I can pass through this situation. That's right! I can!

The truth is, Mr. Diary, I'm a good actor. A damn good actor.

 '

p/s : ini adalah cerita rekaan semata2...wokeh...saje nak buat cerita plak. 

My Evening Story

One thing i love about my classmates; super-maniac. I'm very much impressed by the way they work...pergh. The Smiling Soul programme has been tremendously a great achievement over the past months of its existence. i've recalled a Chinese proverb that goes, Helping others is a joy and rewarding in itself. My sincerest gratitude to all of them that're involved to help those in needs so spontaniously.

It was really a dull moment for me to witness how little is the number of friends in my beloved ping pong club. Hakim (friend of mine) owns a tennis club, in which i envied most due to its great number of participations. Table tennis was different - vastly different. What do you expect from a club with only ....gosh....a lousy president, a pair of naughty secretaries, not to mention this pair of female players, whom i respect most as they're the only girls in the team. It's a club of 8...no..it's not even adequate enough to be called as a club.

This evening i was very much pleased to hear that Pak Salleh (Ping Pong Manager) has managed to plan an activity for the club.

Pak Salleh: Luqman! Sini Jap!
Me: Ape hal !!....(gurau je)....Ye Pak Salleh..(Aku menjawab dengan nada Sarcasm ibarat English HL)...
Pak Salleh: Apa aktiviti club?
Me: Well...kita main setiap minggu.
Pak Salleh: (This is the best part)....Saya dah plan nak wat tournament open dengan orang luar. Kertas Kerja dah siap, Budget dan Jemputan saya dah uruskan. Tinggal awak sign je proposal tu sebagai presiden kelab.

"You should see my face at that time". Somehow the word 'Kertas kerja, budget and bla...bla...saya dah uruskan' really make my day. Yippee!! I told this matter to Hakim (Happened to my rival as he is organising something too)..He replied; 'Dah ape yang ko buat'. Then i replied.


"That's the job of a club presiden you dumb. Signing things!' Now dah rasa bersalah.

Scenarios

Have you ever thought of doing something so silly that when you grow old and remembered those things that you've done, you'll laugh out loud? I'm of no exception.

People tend to get stressed out during exams aren't they? We all did. What if there's an exam on this one day, and you're thinking of making stupid jokes that will lift up the people around you. I've always thought of doing this, but to my lacking in my bravery, it's just pure impossible. Try this. One day you're having a very important exam, Chemistry HL for instance. When people are about to come in into the hall, try to run to the teacher and asked her in a very serious tone, "Teacher, can i slip the exam? I thought that we're having Malay?!". You'll get a hard slap on your face. ....Guaranteed......

Or, you can make fun of other people too. Get them depressed! If you're answering Math, sent your paper back to your teacher after 15 minutes the exam started. Say this out loud, "Why it's so DAMN EASY!!?" .
Or, 10 minutes into the exam, stand up, tear the paper into small pieces, throw into the air and yell out "HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!". If you're dare enough, ask for another copy and repeat every 10 minutes.

And this the best part. On the exam day, come into the hall wearing slippers, a jean and a casual shirt. When the teacher questioned you why you're wearing these on exam day, quickly reply without any hesitation, "WHAT EXAM?"


Thing is, there's no way i'll do it.

WHAT'S YOUR AIM IN LIFE?

This question is very much cliche, isn't? And gosh, people will tend to repeat the same thing all over again. One day, in an occasion with my neighbours, a friend of my mother asked us (my siblings and i) in a very condescending and serious tone, "What would you work in the future?". .........we were damn quite for a while....

And then one of my siblings said, 'An engineer', the other continued,'A teacher' and when it came to my turn, i said, 'A doctor'. After the ceremony ended, we all gathered in that large piece of metal (i'm referring to my father's car). Out of sudden, my mom started to say so slow like it is a whisper to my dad, 'Are they really serious about their professions in the future?' My dad replied, 'Ikut suka diorang laa nak jadi ape.'
But here's the part that i like most.

As soon as we're leaving the outskirts of the village, spontaniously i turned my face to my siblings and  make my mark ,'Ok, quit those craps, what do you really want to be in the future huh?' They replied dengan selambanye, "CIA* agent', another one said it out loud, 'I don't want to work' and the third was very much unexpected, .......'Ustazah'. Then my siblings asked me the very same question. I then replied, 'Ada tak pengutip sampah professional?' We all laugh like hell in the car.

And it all happened many years ago.
(*Oh yeah, CIA is referring to Central Intelligence Agency, an agency that protect the national and international interest to the gov of the United States) This will happen if your siblings watch too much of James Bond movies.....

Banyaknye sawang!

Fuhh!Fuhh!Penat menghalau nyamuk kat sawang2 dalam blog ni!
Hi guys! It's been quite a while isn't!Heavens!I didn't even manage to recall the last time i've updated a post in here. Sem 1 was pure hell. Sem 2, well, jinkies, i'm assuming myself to work harder, i wish. I would like to extend my deepest appreciation to Sya (a classmate of mine) as she has indeed excited me write up again, that is after a long nap.

(Dalam kelas)
people are making a fuss about their blogs.
Sya: Luqman ade blog ke?
Me: Ade.... (Sambil mengangguk-angguk)
5 minutes later, i've started to tell myself, "Oh yeah, i have a blog!Balik ni nak buat satu post!" - and Shazam!- this is the first post after half of a dozen months have passed by.

Crap!Where's my phone!? I'm really, really worried about this one stupid behaviour of mine. I can't take a good care of my stuffs. Once in a fortnight, i will travel around in the darkest mist in my block at 2 in the morning, searching for owned properties. Now i've lost my phone. When people say "You'll appreciate something once you've lost it", i couldn't agree more. It's not the phone that i'm worried but what if when i grow up, my wife come running towards me at the corner of the shoping mall, hardly breathing and shout,

 "Honey, where's Ikram!?"(That is, assuming that my future son will be named as Ikram...)

And i'll reply, "Sorry honey, i've just lost him, he was with me a little while ago. We're eating icecream together just now".

Good grief...i don't want to be that kind of husband....hopefully.

ITS THE END OF RAYA..

This Eid, i've never imagined to have such a fairly, large amount of duit raya, for my age of course.This is due to the reason that my big bro, who was not-that-older than me, has receive none. This raya is dull and gloomy. i don't the exact reason for that myself. We didn't return to Kelantan this year, which i presumed as a good sign, since every year it will turn out that we were trapped in a middle of a long, long traffic jam. Screw Mahathir for not initiating any highway in Kelantan. If there were highways in the state, the effect would be substantial; no more long lines and i can do other things with those saved-hours, a lot. But the fact that Kelantan has never been assumed to be sitting under the governance of the federal government has always been a major obstruction, haunting its citizens, who desperately imagine of modernisation in the state.  

A common story, inevitable during the celebration, accidents dude. People! I still wonder why people nowadays are still struggling to exile temselves from having the 'Doa' every single time before they start the journey. And there was this case of the murder of datuk Sosilawati in the middle of hari raya. Now, why would she be killed? A quarrel in the industry of cosmetics? I don't think so. Nonetheless, i've heard that the case was solved thanks to the voluptuous magnificence of our police force. Huhh..this time they've made it right. The case, somehow pictures how our forces move. It's not that they are attempting to forefend themselves from solving the case, but most of the cases were unsolved because the investigations do not occupy 2 basic things: 1. Financial allocation to continue the investigation 2. Attention from public.

The case of Sosilawati, for instance, has received wide public opinion. And in order to shun public unrest from rising, the police has made an immediate step by giving this case to Bukit Aman. And Dato' Seri Bakri Zinin has to pick up the burden, in which i believe will leave him unslept for several days.  

why do a doctor in the making...has to learn economics?!

it was then, a month ago when i've started to join the first lesson of economics. The question is, as stated above, is still in dispute and without doubt, hard to be answered. A common solution to this was that, "Ala..just go on with it la, no need to complaint'. I'm not complaining. it's just that it's, literally-speaking, i have to stand on an absurd-laden podium for me to posit future doctors to question on revenue, costs and inflation. Irrespective to that, i believed that it's of prime significance for us to understand a little bit, or even a small portion of the corporate world. I myself has planned that i will not turn out to be a doctor forever (what a plan!) It's not what you think like i don't have the ardor and altruism to become a healer but believe me, will you still want to stand there standing in the same operation room for hours when you're 75 years old?

Economics is an enticing field of study. This is, of course, due to the reason that there is no specific answer to a question. If there is an answer, however, filled with assumptions and a long array of seeming contradictions.

alas, circumstances change for everyone, isn't? Anyway, why do i insisted on telling myself that i love mathematic when the real fact (well, by referring to the previous test) had imparted a great contradiction? How on earth can these seniors that i've consulted to addressed that mathematics sl in Ib is a piece of cake? Annoying it is to a large extent.

I can't wait to be back to my 'jungle' (if you've read the previous post, then you'll understand). It has been way too long.

FELDA KEMASUL

When people come to the city, some of them or a large portion of them would be astounded by the surrounding of it. Me, it was on the contrary. Last three days, the whole team consisting of 24 went to the Felda Kemasul. With a single objective in mind, we aimed in dealing with problems that have befallen on the locals' children as Upsr is way too near. Thou they live in destitution, i'm enthralled by their spirits to pursue knowledge. My friend and I were assigned to adopted by this family, in which the man of the house was Che Din.
The following day was stunning and amazing in alot of ways. The team, then were given tasks to handle the studied of the younglings. You can never imagined how hard it was. The spirit of the esprit de corps here were beyond amazing. This is the first time ever for me to witness such great coorporation between the villagers and the school teachers. A lot of us did found it quite confusing. The mothers, they came to the school and preparing foods for us to be eaten at Maghrib, yet they know that they really don't have time for that. Credits for them anyway..hehe.
We race just like Mat Rempits on the road of Felda and stopped a while to watch the sunset. Unequivocally, we've entailed a large portion of sacrifices in order to come here and nevertheless, i still don't have any qualms about it as it was worthwhile for me to realize that not all of us are lucky.

CAS..

Last week i went to this school and we were told (or should i say force to..*sigh*..) to help these children with their learning progress and what-so-ever. the funny part begins when we were told that this school that we were assigned to was being foretold by others as a very poor school, in which, was so-so not true when we arrived there. It's way better than this KMB itself, at least they have flushes in the toilets..Those children..huh..annoying as ever but..since i was once in the same shoes as them in term of behaviour before, i forgave them this time.

I really hate it when people didn't keep their promises. We were told, 'When you arrive there, you'll meet the principle first, upon that, then you can go and teach the students'...and you know, at the end of the day, it didn't turn out the way iot should be. The principle, well...he was a common history of late, disappearing into the mist without any trail. We went to his office and the kerani there told us that he went outstation. Lucky for them to have a reserved teacher to escort the team in meeting the students there. Some of the girls were excited in meeting those ignorant children (in which i didn't), yet we stand on the verge of another dissappointment. The teacher told us in a very benevolent way, "well, since the students are having their classes, why don't you paint something on the wall.."

Yeah it's a disappointment for the girls but a vainglory for me. Habe you ever wondered when you'll be given a chance to draw and painting something like hell on the surface of the fence in the interior room? Now's your chance to do so...i painted like hell..and to my suprise,

the students, they loved it.....

DO NOT COPY OTHERS WORKS...i mean it..

Last week, we were astonished by news that spreaded not only in Kolej Mara Banting, but apparently for IB students around the world, which is; the fall in the result of IB world wide. The enormity of the effect of this lamentable situation is so huge, especially towards the KMBians themselves. Currently being as the largest IB world school in the world, more than a hundred super seniors (Abbr: SS) will have to continue their degrees locally due to many, questionable reasons which are still in dispute. Regardless, the biggest question mark here is in term of the cases of plagiarism, and indeed, a sensitive word when we're dealing with IB prospectus. The IBO told the admin that a small portion of the students, approximately 40, involve or should i say, were suspected in this work-imitation crime.

I've never knew that what my teachers told me in the previous years (which was, a common tale of late anyway..teeheee), that what ever the excuse that you have in your mind, do not copy others work. Moral of the story, try to rally your intelectual sense and avoid any form of imitation; a special advise for those who're thinking of doing an E.E for the next semester. I'm still wondering what will happen to those who fail to have their first degree in overseas?

Whither us?

THE GAME BEGINS...

I've just received my broadband yesterday. Now i believe that this old-time, yet stupendous blog of mine will move to a new frontier. To be exact, life here is getting more challenging day by day. As we were informed and addressed with more assignments, we'll try our best to enjoy ourselves. This evening the IBians will have a sports carnival which will be held at 5 pm and it is ostensibly, going to be an interesting carnival. Of all the students here, none will be exiled from participating. And i'll will have a table tennis tournament later on. Still, i've no qualms about joining the team, as this considerably (though it's my first time) a chance for me to find a new and prodigious challenger in the field. Wish me luck!

By the way, since the assignments have quintupled for the last 5 days, maybe i'll write on sooner in the blog. Suffice is to say that the people here will have to endure 2 years of pain and suffering (in which will be paid later laa by the god...). Will or nill, i'll try my best. This friday we will have a talk on the universities that are bridgeable for the IB programme here. For the year 1 students, there is only one slot for that, University of Sheffield i guess. There's also slots for year 2 students for the application to Cambridge university. What about my friends right now ehh? Oft did i've forgotten about their news but still, the tie remains the same.

I'll write sooner..bye!

HI AGAIN..

my father still haven't bought me the broadband that i demanded so much..hehe. Yet, we're having a lot of obstacles lately and i'm glad to received a warm visit from my parent yesterday. Now i'm trying to posit on everyone's doing since tertiary studies have begun. Haha...there was this English teacher in the college, that told me in the class of the risk of taking English HL (High Level). She told us that only 1 student from the recent batch that managed to get an A. So much for an English huh? Nevertheless, i'm still trying to adapt myself in this awkward and absurd conditions of the college. So many things to be carry out, so many assignments and a lot of other activities to join (Note that i'm using the word 'so many'!). Alas, circumstance will change sooner or later, right? Will or nill, we just have to pass through another 2 years of determination and sacrifices. 

People told me that Klj Mara Banting is a good place to further your pre-u programme, but i dare to harbor maundering delusions of valiant grandeur on the topic. Still, it's quite an exciting place for those who love to be in pursuit of challenges..By necessity, we here have to work like ants and indeed, by far, i've worked more than an ant (i guess?)..Hehe..bye for now.

(Sorry, takleh upload gambar lagi)

HI AGAIN..

HELLA..

Fascinating isn't? for weeks i was not being able to post any form of post or what so ever, now i have the chance..Fuhhh...life's here is shitty. seriously. The teachers here, they are in need for sympathies to be instilled in their hearts. Why? They're being too cruel to the students. And why is that? Simple. Have you ever thought of being stressed out with assignments? Try to posit (=imagine) to have assignments flowing in into your life like a flow of water. Mencurah-curah!

There was this time during the school's session (I wouldn't dare to call it 'college' session as this is proned to be a school rather than a college!), this ustaz came very late, 5 minutes before the break. And that 5 minutes was a complete catasthrope for all of us. "I want you to do power points, emm..some folios (Some folios?),..yeah..and em, well..i want you to memorize Surah Yassin as well...okay, thank you class..." Then he went out of the class..

We ware like, Huh?

WELL..

It's still quite a long, well, not that long for me to join Banting. Why must every time we entered a new school or a learning institution, the first few days will put us in a lot of shitty situations? Yeah, like for the first few days in Banting, (or should i say in every other places), we have to get through this orientation thingy. And the very first activity will always be named as Ice Breaking? There was a time during my younger youth, i really thought that the ice breaking activity was that every single participant are to be given an ice to be broken into. Huh..

A few days ago, i've seen an article in the paper, supporting the cancellation of the First Degree Oversea Program (PILN) for the years to come. Don't hate me but i really do agree with the decision. Why must we spent millions or billions of ringgit to support students to go overseas just to have their first degree? It's told that more and more scholarships shall be given for those who want to pursue masters or Ph.D in overseas. Now, in my perspective i can really see the benefit of that. If the plan is to be implemented, i believe that more and more of our citizens will continue their studies in Masters or higher, in which, directly, you know, increase the level of thinking among the working-class citizens. Now, do you agree to that? Its more than two days more for me to fit myself into this IB programme. People did mentioned that this programme is so hard as we'll have to deliver a lot of assignments and do this and that and this and that. Hmm...another two years of punishments eh....I can forecast that it's going to be harder for me to update the blog after this eh...

DIFFERENT ANSWER?

The whole connection server in my house was at stake when heavy rains were pouring from the sky for the last 4 days. Then came this lightning and hit the house with full spam at the phone connection, crashing the server and i said at that moment while holding my scared little sis, 'Internet kuu.......' My modem, though was still in good shape, by chance was severely damaged in which leading me to believe that i won't be able to check out my blog for a little while..hehe..

(The story above explicitly explains why this blog was not being updated for so many days....)

Anyway, i've just finished seeing 88 Minutes, a story of a psychiatrist professor that are being hunted by this killer named Foster. The thing that i like about this movie is not the character or the story line, no at all. The part that lift me up most was during the part when this professor was holding a gun in his hand. How cool is that? It is quite, you know, cool being a professor and the same thing goes about being a police officer, but a professor with a gun? Fascinating isn't? Or not...nah..

A few days ago i was on my way to a relative's house and on my way i've managed to came across with an accident nearby. Its going to be the same shitty thing that will happen whenever accidents happened. A lot of people will gather and you know what, these people will still stick to ground although situations have turned calm. A lot of people will get excited isn't? And when your neighbors are there with you, you will repeat the same story with everyone. And notice this, people will always love to hang around the cops when an accidents occur. We just love to feel like we're involved in the incident though we're not literally or physically involved. Maybe this sentence will happen: '

A few days in Perlis did widen my perspective. There was this teacher who did, emm should i say proposed my little sis to join this sport school which was second to Bukit Jalil. My bros were opposing the proposals greatly. My answer was very simple though, i say, 'Masuk skolah sukan takde future..' Now i'm asking you guys as the readers, is it true of what i've said? I'm just answering spontaneously due to my perspective that if you're to join sport school, then i believe that we must really, really have the talent to play or else we're going to waste our time and effort.

Or perchance you have a different answer?

MY EVENING

This evening i woke up early due to many reasons. Why did Mara insists on having an account based on CIMB system when majority of the students have already owned a BSN account? So i went to the bank this evening to open up a new account and for the first time ever, i really did feel the advantages of living in this far far away land. There's no need for me to line-up, no need to wait for your numbers to be called after hours of waiting and the people, fuhh....terbaek laa. Since there were not a lot of customers in the room, everyone was treated like the way things should be. It is the officer who seek for the customer when things should happen otherwise in most places. I recalled when i did my new ID card here. I entered the room and click on a button to get the waiting number. It was 0001. And at that time i just realized that i'm the only person in the room  with four officers there standing for me to pick on which table should i sit. Back to the story, well, it was all a contradict when i took a peek outside of the internal bank room. A lot of people were standing there, waiting to withdraw cash from the machine. One question, have you ever see people smiling when they were about to withdraw cash from a bank? Because i haven't. No one will go to the ATM machine smiling, looking at everyone else with an excited mood and just act cool with the money that he just withdrew. In my observation, they (should i say 'we'?) will do these following steps every time we are to withdraw money : 

0. You'll look around to ensure that no foreign Bangladeshi or Indonesians are around the bank walkabout.

1. You'll walk to the ATM machine in a Mission Impossible style of walking.

2. Looking around like everyone around you are thieves, trying to see advantages to snap your cash.

3. Be as close as you can to the screen to avoid everyone else from looking at your pin code though they can never see the screen anyway.

4. Once you've withdrew your money, you'll walk in a fast pace, trying to find the best place to keep your money in your wallet.

5. And above all, you'll never smile...

I then returned to my home after all of those works and took a damn-good nap.

PERLIS OH PERLIS

Aahh...it was a total satisfaction when i managed to beat my big bro in the all-new-family-made ping pong tournament. It is always remained as a dream for me to beat him the first duel that we have when i was in my primary education. Honestly, i'm a kaki bangku. i cannot play football since i was small and that exclude the other two bros of mine. The only game that i can play is a game yang maen pukul-pukul je: badminton (kureng skit), tennis and ping pong. Fuhh...what a loser..Sometimes, when i kick the ball, i can't even kick it straight, even more playing it.  I did remembered that when i was 12, we formed a team against some other smaller kids in the village. And in the whole game, i didn't managed to even touch ball to show how slow i am. Kekeke....somehow i get a headache seeing people who do not play soccer but they were there in the Dewan Selera seeing the World Cup with my friends. How can it happened? With the current football World Cup, maybe i can try to understand this a little...

i dislike girls who play sport. Haha...no effense ehh...Because i really think that girls should be just ayu-ayu and cool-cool je. But this evening, my family will head on to Perlis to see my little, 9-year old sister who was representing the state to the national. Sumpah seksa giler....It was a super long journey. We departed from the house at 4 in the evening and arrived at our aunt's house by midnight. It was just a three-hours sleep after my father decided to kick off to Perlis at 3 am in the morning..i was like, 'What?'

As i was writing this post, we were still on our way to Perlis. Fuhh...i saw this R&R when we were en route to the destination. In my whole life, this is the first time ever that i saw an escalator at an R&R station. Seriously, it's cool (oh..now you'll say: Kampung nye mamat ni..)....Why do people said that Malaysia does not own enough land. That's bullshit! How come there was so many green fields in this state more than anywhere else? Its like, if you have penyakit rabun, this is indeed the best place for you to settle in. Anyway, i'll write soon..feel free to leave any comment ok!