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what are directions? is it something yummy?
Mum had me turn 12th RC upside down last Friday night just because my sis went MIA without her hand phone. She had her reasons for being worried, but I'm sure I creeped out a PASUM girl and ruined a couple's break up in the process (hahaha, most momentous break up EVER!).My ever resourceful mother suggested that I look for my sister at her friends' room, which I did. She didn't remember the room number but gave me directions instead. The conversation probably went along something like this: Mak: Bilik dia sama deret ngan bilik Nadia- Me: *in my head* deret? DERET? darum darum dam dam Daaaanmaaaark Mak: -boleh nampak from the bridge- Me: Nampak from the bridge? Oh, you mean the first bilik that you see when you come from the bridge-lah? Mak: What? No, you can see the balcony and the- Me: *in my head* I left the chocolate buns in my room. I want them. Hungry. HUNGRY. Needless to say, I got the wrong room. And seven days prior to today, Aliaa and I went to have iftar at the Turkish Horizon school. Being surrounded by foreigners while awkwardly figuring out how to eat Turkish food made us feel a bit odd, but then we found a world map in the office and ended up spending over an hour going through it. That last bit may sound a bit lame, but at least we're making an effort to acquaint ourselves with world geography. And it's all thanks to Hetalia~*snort* The amount of ink spent to indicate the massive land that is Mother Russia terrifies me. All in all, it was lovely to see Sumeyra and Isil again. They haven't changed a bit since the last time we saw each other. The food was good as well. The ride back didn't end up all that good, though. The train announcer went, 'Kepong, Kepong,' and Aliaa jumped up, panicking, 'Kepong?! KEPONG?!' and I was like, 'Kepong. So?' Well, it turned out Kepong was on the blue line of the map. KL Sentral was on the red. It was the wrong train. Big oops. Ended up having Aliaa's family pick us up. Well, every cloud has a silver lining. I got to meet Aliaa's family, along with a really cool iguana (and a lazy Golden Retriever) and successfully managed to skip out on GACC meeting! Talk about multi-tasking. Yes, I just had to end this post to make it sound like getting lost has its own awesome benefits. I am not a direction-incompetent-nincompoop. Not totally, anyway. Labels: dailies |