howwwzattt... bai'ah (an angry me)...

Berita dekat sini. Kalau dah berjanji sumpah taat setia tetapi di pertengahan hayat tidak lagi setuju dengan hala tujuan, salahkah mungkir? Mungkir itu berdosa tapi tidak salah. Sama macam oghang menikah jugak. Aku dah tak cinta kat hang, macamana aku nak idup? Idup dalam stress? Trauma? Hang pun tak sanggup.

Ibrahim Ali dulu hangpa tak suruh bai'ah ka mengkala dia pakai tiket PAS lepaih tu keluaq jadi bebas? Hangpa tak keluaq fatwa ka kata tinggai PAS makna talak tiga dgn bini dia? Hasan Ali dulu apa cerita?

Memang la ulamak tu pewaris nabi tapi apa yang diwaris yang depa bawak pada kita? Sama ja bangkai dgn kawan berpeluk dalam gambaq hak kena pijak Ahad lepaih. Keluaq tibi primetime tu sebab peluk ada makna.

Dia bukan tok guru aku. Tok guru aku arwah Yaacob, polis pencen kudung kaki sebab kencing manis masa aku kecik dulu. Peginya arwah Nik Aziz, makin haru PAS ni aku tengok. Menantu dia pun sama. Dulu awat sengap, takdak teloq ka? Kalau arwah tu salah sebab lembut dulu, apa lagi tibai la hak macam hangpa dok tibai orang pakai ayat Quran sekerat-sekerat tu?

howwwzattt... DXB, a fake city...

Most of my colleagues regarded Dubai as a rewarding place to be deployed to, especially with certain status of your loyalty membership grants you access to the Club Lounge (all of us have that) where free meals throughout your stay with that particular brand sometimes can be stretched to 90 days at any given deployment. That is a huge saving in meals alone. Meals can be expensive but cheaper at any Pakistan restaurants (Karachi Darbar chain is one of it) mushrooming all over Dubai provided you could stand the smell of their sweats (not offending but it is the truth).

For a Malaysian (Muslim), you can eat anywhere without fear of non-halal food served to you. There are plenty of Malaysian there, mostly working with the airlines and oil and gas industry.

One of my many stays in JW Marriott Deira, obviously just arrived.

The bed was fluffy...

I would normally order the room service when I arrive, too tired to eat out. Their mutton biryani was better than those I tasted elsewhere.

Back to the "fake city", Dubai has its own dark side same as any other city in the world. They depend on outsiders to do things for them. Even their police force personnels were from other GCC countries (I've been told) and the labors were mostly from the sub-continent such as Pakistan, India and Sri Lanka. Then comes the Indonesian and Filipinos. 

Malaysians are a rung higher, most are engineers and executives having a more better work package compare from the rest. And then comes the Caucasians on top of the expatriate's food chain.

Well, so far nothing seditious. 

Heaven for those having RM2.6bil to spend... ;)

Note: My English is bad sob3x...

howwwzattt... one of those days pt. 2...

I'm hungry now... After spending myself throughout the day sleeping downed with that horrible fever, my tastebuds are working again. It is something good I guess.

I'm here now and quite surprised with RM7.95, one can have a set meal of doublecheese burger. Considering those price hikes on our daily expenses and the falls of our ringgit (last check RM4.21), it is still cheap and affordable. It is a good thing if they decide to send me away right now so that I can gain from the inflated exchange hahaha...

I'm writing this while munching on the fries and craving to smoke after. I've been smoking terribly more nowadays. Didn't realize that I do until someone dear mentioned it to me. 

At first I tried to rationalizing it that I smoke more often (in quantity) when I'm away from the country, you know temperate countries where you need the warmth of something but the thing sticks even when I'm back here. Seriously I need to cut down the habit.

Started to smoke when I was 14, yup peer pressure or was it me the one that gave them the pressure instead.

I have to admit that now I smoked 40 sticks a day my dear sigh...

howwwzattt... one of those days...

Not feeling well today, been sleeping throughout the day until early evening. Just with the gel patch on the forehead to bring down the temperature. Woke up later, washed my face and then head to the clinic for some medication and of course living the clinic with a one day sick leave granted by the good and honorable GP.

Along the way back, stopover at one of the mamak restaurant and had a plate of so and so mee goreng mamak while watching Buletin Utama.

For the first 10 minutes there were nothing except for the usual Bersih 4.0 comments and remarks made by those UMNO (not BN) loving "experts", though it has been 3 days since the rally. Then they move on to tick on the Selangor MB and the Selangor government with just anything they have in mind.

There was a slot condemning those who stepped on the poster of Hadi Awang too and this is something rare, at least not a couple of months back by TV3. 

Anybody listening to what the IGP was saying on Buletin Utama? Well, I reserve my vile comment for now. Don't want them to knock on my door in the middle of the night, I'm not well remember?

Throwback July15: We were crossing the road by the pedestrian bridge to get to the mall on the other side of the road.

Throwback July15: The frutti de mare was very creamy.

Throwback July15: Trying to give some soul to the photo...

Throwback August15: After 3 weeks, my last day on-site at Centro de Mantenimiento Interjet, Toluca in Mexico. The lovely cleaning lady brought her compact camera that day just for this session with us.

Throwback July15: Me, myself and I in front of Centro de Mantenimiento Interjet hangar facility. The weather was not so bad during the afternoon but later in the day it will drops by 10-15 centigrade until morning.

Throwback August15: My last afternoon at 

Courtyard by Toluca while waiting for our overland ride to Mexico City.

Throwback August15: Our transportation, a monstrous V8 Suburban normally seen in movies used by the FBI.

howwwzattt... ingatanku di bulan september...

Nostalgiaku di zaman kanak-kanak - to that little girl wearing a checkered dress who was forced to smile for her photo to be taken...

Ipoh
1979-1984