nice…. at last after i enjoyed myself having no exams (and getting payment for that), i at last have to drag my lazy ass to UTP. bila teringat keadaan UTP yg panas dan gersang, rs2 cam tamau balik dh. but then i remembered all the dearest friends yg lama tak jumpa, so jd bersemangat la plk. but before that, i have to pick my things yg nenek tgglkan kt rumah bapak sedara nenek di ulu kinta. the problem is, i forgot the way to go to his house. add to the problem, my uncle was outstation and not expected to be here until next week and my auntie jadi guru pengiring for her rombongan sekolah to some place that have no phone coverage. my cousin supposed to be home but when i called his house, he was not in. haaaa… dlm keadaan ni, nk tya sapakah?
so, dengan memori berkarat yg nenek pun ingat-ingat lupa, nenek bg je la direction kt atok. tp dh nama pun ingat2 lupa, so byk la salah masuk simpang. yg atok plk dok membebel kt nenek sbb jalan nk g rumah bapak sedara yg selalu pegi tu pun leh lupa. "tu la…org bwk g jln, dia g tido. celik mata je dh sampai. caner nk igt jln g rumah…" bla bla bla bla…. but then, i think he really cannot blame me for forgetting the way.
i mean… come on… i’m a girl! i have bad sense of direction. i dont have built-in navigator like the guys do. i remembered that we should lalu sunway city before we found the simpang. and that simpang have lots of small kedai-kedai. but atok tak puas hati gk. "awk ni sepatutnya kena igt land mark yg strong sket. ini igt pokok tu bentuk camni la, kedai tu byk kt situ la. klu sekali pokok kena tebang, kedai kena roboh, dh gelabah tak igt simpang mana". true to his word, kitorg jumpa the right simpang. yes, of course it has lots of small kedai but he pointed out what supposed to be the "strong" landmark. "tu masjid tu. itulah sepatutnya landmark yg awk kena igt". oh yeeess… i NEVER perasan yg ada masjid kt situ! hahaha…
then, bila dh sampai kt gate berek polis, the guard ask us where we want to go. i said that i wanted to go to my uncle’s house. i said his name is sekian-sekian. then dia tya rumah dia blok mana. i had ANOTHER mental block. i dont know what block his house is. i told him i’m not sure but i know its somewhere back there. dan dan tu jugak nenek kena jeling kt atok. at last of course guard to bg masuk tp kena bebel lg. "awk ni lain kali igt la blok rumah tu mana satu. ini igt ‘blok belakang-belakang sket’. awk igt satu je ke blok ‘yg belakang2 sket’ kt sini?" and he continued driving while something else struck me hard. ALL the blocks look the same and i’m not sure mana satu rumah dia. nenek dh seram dh. ni mesti kena bebel lagi sekali ni…
when i admit that i dont remember which block, atok dh naik moody and i was quite afraid to tease him when he was in that condition. after half and hour circling the blocks, finally i heard my cousin calling my name. Ya Allah, tak leh cakap caner lega hati nenek bila dh jumpa rumah pak sedara nenek. bila dh angkut semua barang, muka atok still toya and i felt very guilty because memenatkan dia. ye la, dh la belanja nk balik sumer dia tanggung, jadi driver sukarela nenek plk lagi, then i compound that dengan memenatkan dia lagi. but as sweet as he is, he never hold grudge to me. dgn muka toya tu, he hold my hand. somehow, after three years i’m with him, i know when he hold my hands while he was still mad at me, its his way of saying that "dont worry… i’m not mad at you."
bila dh sampai utp, ANOTHER problem accur. instead of my name yg kt slot sepatutnya, it was filled with some other name. my friends kata dia dh booked kan bilik tu utk nenek. when i checked in the computer, my name was not in the database. and then i called my supposed-to-be roommate and she was equally baffled when someone else entered the room. but then i asked the RC people to just put my name in any room because i wanted to have a talk with this girl and if she agreed, switch our room. kira macam nenek dh bookingkan bilik baru utk dia la.
after some ‘discussion’ (sbb that girl looks cool over the mix up, its her BOYFRIEND yg nmpk cam bengang) we agreed to just switch rooms and solve the matter about the names at the appropriate room tomorrow. several days later, that girl texted me saying that the fellow didnt allow us to switch room, even though kitorg tukar suka sama suka. and he asked us to switch room balik. nenek mmg rasa what the fuck la this fella. i mean, antara just liquid je our names and switch them, dia lagi prefer utk keep the names and we hauled all our things and switched rooms. that guy really dh pts wire. to those UTPians, i’m sure u know who am i talking about here because this fella is the talk of the century. it really seems that this guy is the kind that you love to hate. i mean, u can’t help it. u just hate him. he is the power-sucker who love to do something ridiculous to other people "just because he can". my God…thank goodness he’s not a policeman or worse, politician. klu tak, mmg dh cacamarba Malaya ni…
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