"Don't wake me for another Monday morning"

I seriously need a holiday.

Yes, the semester ended. What I am on now is just a semester break. See, a 'break'. What I need is a momentary escapade from life in reality with a hope that things will slowly make sense and losing grip on life itself is no longer a problem to be considered. In simple terms, -I don't intend to be redundant, by the way- it's a holiday.

Yesterday was a brief relief from pondering about my uninspired, slumping-self and finding methods of dealing with it. I promised Fuzzy a show so Tuesday was the chosen day and The Terminal was the chosen feature. For the record, the movie was splendid by all means. It's nice to see once in a while that the good guy don't usually get the good/bad girl. So after the show we went on a shoe/jeans hunt all over Pyramid but then left without any shopping bags. Something felt tingling-ly funny while we were waiting for the bus. Heh. I know she once mentioned she does'nt take the bus but I did'nt expect the 'does'nt' meant 'never before'. Seeing her eyes as it wildly gazed at the bus's interior was a bit hillarious. And I felt weird giving her tips for buses to hop on in case next time she felt the thrill for another bus-joyride. Called Izzat the moment we droped off in 19. Bugger, he's not available for a jamm session. Thought of dropping by at Mokh's but he's somewhere in Shah Alam. So I ended up lounging on a couch at her place and cuddling Pedro (a first!). Even had a picture taken with this ball of fluffy fur. He was very quiet. Not even a single purr let out (except for the 'yelp' when he got himself stuck somehwere in the back). That kinda reminds me of Fuzzy's demeanour in the bus. Nice & timid. Meow. Heh. Just as I was about to leave, the sky trembled and it went falling like mad. Shoot. A lil' chit chat with her parents later, she drove me home. Thanks again for the lift, dear.


This is my first ever shot with a cat. Pedro has that 'dark' facade behind those whiskers. He's a ladykiller.

This is quite a moment actually. I like this photo a lot. There's a sense of irony to it. Pedro has spent two whole days chasing and blitzing in the garden. So he's practically exhausted and hence, lying in the arms of Fuzzy. But then again just look at that boy. He wants to get out!


....and I thought after a day's spent in the mall, I would be fine. Boy, was I wrong.

Terawikh was as usual, demanding. It demanded a lot of patience putting up with the heat, the long surahs, the always-crampy jemaah and the screaming kids, nonetheless. But when thinking about the calming after-effect, the juice is definitely worth the squeeze. Then something unexpected happened while waiting for Ayah to complete his witir (and later to found out that his slippers were mistakenly stolen).

"Farhan!"

Oh boy. It was Mizi. Old chum. He was one of my closest childhood buddy while we're in primary and halfway through secondary before he shooed off to a boarding school. Our friendship is believed to be genetically-related. You see, our parents were close friends back when (Arwah) Ayah and Uncle Achmad were collegues in the same squadron. Before I moved to uSJ, I've never known of their existence but once we met in Sekolah Agama Nurul Izzah, we clicked in a snap. Knowing later on that we're long-lost family friends, the bond went from cliques to brotherly love. Traded phone digits then he went missing in the crowd of 8 Raka'at-ers He'll be admitted to MAS Academy soon following the footsteps of his MAS-pilot father. He's one of the few offsprings of credible pilots that followed the path their 'winged' father had chosen. I did ambitioned of becoming a pilot once but it changed somewhere along the way. Yes, I'm taking up accounting now -which is something totally different- but I doubt that I'll be making it a practice in the future. I'm prone to hopping job interests. I am predictable but I am also hard-to-crack at times.

....and again I was proven wrong when I thought terawikh would do me better. I'm still shitty

Ayah's off to Singapore on a day trip to attend a seminar. Ibu could'nt help but to tag along. So I'm left here 'babysitting' the other two. Home, bored home.

Suggestions for self-spirit lifting anyone?