In the name of Allah,
most gracious, most merciful.
I just got back from 3 days 2 nights trip to Malaysia.
Alhamdulilah. i had a very good time. still awake at wee hours. okay, it’s not so wee. haha. by 2 i would already be asleep on the cosy bed. haha.
but still! i was at coffee bean at midnight. how shocking. =D.
anyhoos, Genting was crazy. the weather was fantabulous. the coldness of the wind literally underneath ur wings.hoho. and it was raining that night, and it went much colder.
Went shopping and it was just fantastic. affordable.
had limited time taking the rides there. one of each for most rides. the memorable one is space shot. that went so high up. paused and went free fall. crap. my butt was off the seat.//Then i realised, how important butt is to secure my life’s safety. haha. on the verge of feeling how suicide feels like, i was contemplating to force my butt stick on the seat or shutting my ears to balance myself. i ended up screaming my lungs out. Then i self-declare. no matter how much i yearn for death, i’m not suicidal material.
I missed home, though, i know piles of housework and regularities awaits me. haha. and when i’m here sitting at home now, crap. i feel the tiredness on my shoulder. Honestly, God knows why.
it was a good trip and i’m eyeing at hong kong now. woo hoo.
Thurday came. and i had my dreaded driving lesson. sigh. i felt so hopeless and disappointed in myself. so much scoldings and sighs. i don’t know why i couldn’t make it. For God’s sake. it’s just vertical parking and im already having difficulties.
the only light i see is to pass through this stage for 8 more lessons (max) and im sitting for practical test.
Tomorrow and weekends are coming. it’s gg to pass just like that. Cousin’s getting married. so i’ll be stuck in Johore Bahru.
