Just Waiting.

Assalamualaikum,

This song makes me dance along in my head and damn, this brotha' can dance! The songs itself is awesome and has been elevated to ringtone status.

Going back to Terengganu on Thursday probably. Not that I've been doing anything much here anyway. I just go through each day as it comes. Decisions are made on the spot, so I'll sometimes suddenly find myself shopping (or window shopping) at Subang Parade at 2PM even though I just woke up half an hour earlier. That's just how I roll.

Most Subang people no longer live in Subang. And that sucks.

Ramadhan is in its home straight, so lets all just spend what's left of it productively in the spiritual aspect. It'll be another year before it comes around again and we never know if this is our last. Make it a memorable one. 

I'm a lonely boy,

I got a love that keeps me waiting.

I'm out.

Home Again.

Assalamualaikum,

I'm back in Malaysia.

Doha was awesome. 8 hour transit made more bearable by my uncle, who took me and my housemate out for dinner/sahur and gave us a tour of Doha. He showed us all the cool looking buildings and scenic areas around Doha's many areas. The coolest thought about it all is that most of the areas were still under construction so there'll be a lot more beautiful, unique looking buildings going up in those places. I'll have to make another visit in a year or two.

I touched down at 9PM and I may have witnessed a few #badluckmalaysian moments in our connecting flight to Malaysia, as well as in KLIA, courtesy of my housemate experiencing a few unlucky situations. The first was the person seated next to him in our connecting flight was this obese woman who took up all the arm space made life and sleeping on the flight difficult for him, as well as her poor choice of attire which forced him to look in the opposite direction, out the window for the whole flight. That and also his malfunctioning on-flight headphones that made static noises when in use, so there was no watching movies or anything on the tv screen for him.

Once we got off the plane (and after I was done laughing at his bad luck), we made our way to the immigration check where, as most Malaysian know, anyone with a Malaysian passport will have the sweetest time going through the easy and simple DIY passport-check machine. We finally get there and only one was working instead of the usual 3, so we had to queue up (unheard of ever in my experience). After I went in and had my passport checked, it was his turn. As he was putting his passport in and having his thumbprint checked, wouldn't you know it, the machine turned off. He was almost done and the machines there just switched off and it affected all the computers and machines along the whole counter area. So there he was, in the middle of the machine, looking confused and pissed, not able to get out of the check area. Super bad luck Malaysian. In the end he had to queue up at a manual counter line. And only after we collected our luggage did he stop getting any more of those moments (citation needed). And that was that.

And on the way back home I had 3 roti canais and I felt awesome afterwards. That's all.

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Back home in a sound mental, emotional and physical state, I plan to keep myself busy and happy these next few months and no man, woman or child can stop that from happening. So with that in mind, I may or may not be making any new posts in the next 2 months. And I may or may not be easily available.

I've got a lot of things to do this time around and I plan on doing them all.

Till next time.

And I choose to see the life I live,

It's one of triumph and of joy that gives,

Made of something to hold onto as I'm falling through myself,

To the part of me that held you on the darkest shelf inside me.

Wohooooo!!