Beef-Effect

Today I ate delicious meal with Gjul in a restaurant at The Mall… Gjul had beef and I had chicken. Then I took just a piece of gjul’s dish.. I would say just a tiny little piece of the beef, and now I learned how dangerous that animal to me.

When I got back home from The Mall, I fell asleep on the floor after performing my prayer because my head was terribly in pain. Danish arrived home with Faeez and he woke me up, that’s when I felt lik my is is really gonna blow. Now my body is terribly hot, and I feel like a 60-years old.

Maybe I should consider to be a vegan. x_x

Megasales? Errr.. Megabroke!!

Honestly….

Shopping in Malaysia is much much much worth it than shopping in Montreal.. especially during megasales.. T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, make up, dresses, shoes, bags, undergarments, every thing…., I repeat… EVERY THING!!!!!

But frankly speaking….

I have a very very big hole in my pocket now. Urghh, I’m amazingly broke tahap cipanzi tua beranak lapan.

Favourite Moment

A conversation with a 6 years old nephew regarding my macbook.

“Anem beli computer anem ni kat mane?”

“Kat Canada. Kenape?”

“Kat sane ade jual computer strawberry tak?”

I just smiled and walked away, do not have the heart to spoil the kid’s excitement by giving him “no” as an answer…

And it kept me smiling until now. =)

Updates.

Today it has been exactly 4 weeks since I’m home.

I have no single idea of what to write.

1) I went to cinema a lot of times and realize how lucky Malaysians are, to be able to watch movie in Malaysia at the cinema with such a cheap price.. And they assign your seat so you don’t have to fight for your seat obviously. Cheap pop corns, large and comfy seatings.. For the record, I watched batman movie; “Dark Night” twice.

2) Everyone should try Bubba Gum at The Curve! The first tme I went to Bubba Gump store is in New York City, but it is not a restaurant! It is a souvenir store… Bubba Gump in The Curve is the only Bubba Gump store in Malaysia, and I would give 10 out of 10 for the food! The price is not that expensive though, same standard like when you eat in Chillies.

3) I went to Cherating, Pahang for three days with friends. It was an awesome trip and I really enjoy it!

4) I basically eat a lot and kinda fretting seeing my body mass and volume “expanding” at exponential rate. Will start a régime on August 1st.

5) What else should I write? I am so blank~

Destroyed

He was a boy she was a girl
Can i make it anymore obvious?

He was a punk, she did ballet
What more can I say?

He wanted her, she’d never tell
secretly she wanted him as well

But all of her friends, stuck up their nose
And they had a problem with his baggy clothes

He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn’t good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in a space
She needed to come back down to earth

Too bad that you couldn’t see
See the man that boy could be

There is more than meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside…….

Togetherness…

It’s all that matters.

Family Outing

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“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, While loving someone deeply gives you courage. ”

But… I can’t afford to fall for it. For fear of changing to be what I am not.

I hope everything is ……. nothing but a dream.

I am lost.

Quoted from a message from a quebecois-friend on facebook.

French music festival is called Francofolies and its cool also….i like it cuz they invite many french singing band from all music genres….i like diversity in music. They can invite a rock-punk bank from north of france and also a traditional music from africa….so its cool to see all kind of music from french speaking diaspora from all over world.

Argh~ DAMN, I am about to miss just SO MANY THINGS.

Although I have been informed that the International Jazz Festival had just terminated because of the hot weather in Montreal (last I checked it was 33 degrees? WOW), but French Music Festival??? Mon Dieu, I have been downloading, listening, studying, devoting my time and passion for this type of music and they decided to frustrate me more by having it in this summer in Montreal. =(

And the Agung picnic as well :’(

Worst come to worst, when I don’t feel belong here. Imagine going out with old friends, walked around shopping mall, and seeing your friends being approached by people we passed by, whom mainly are their friends from university.

And you…. No one knows you. You have almost no friend. No one but those from your previous high-school. Because all of my university friends are scattered all around the world.

It’s driving me mad to realize that next year I’m still gonna miss the summer in Montreal again.

Maybe I should learn to be more thankful. And accept qada’ and qadr. =(