Balik kampung~~

The last time we went back to Kedah was like...what, last raya?? =__=|| So we decided to visit Mak Tuk before we go to Umrah (which is on 14th May) last Friday. As usual, Papa speed up throughout the journey, but not so much anymore, since Mama warned him that if he's gonna speed up like F1 racer then he'll go back alone.

Then, the worst thing happened to us. We stopped in Ipoh as Papa wanted to do Jumaat prayers, so Mama just left him there and she drove around to find the flower pots shop she saw, but we couldn't find the shop. So we went back - only to get lost in the city. We searched for like an hour or so for the mosque, but we didn't realize there were actually two mosques in the city. So after all the cursings and misdirections (I was, of course, not much of a help, since I have no sense of direction), Mama finally stopped at Balai Polis and asked them the directions. They kinda laughed and one of them showed her the directions. Ugh... so many 'One-way's. But Melaka was worse... Now I love the cities Selangor, Johor and Kedah more (though Alor Setar is changing to more one-ways as well --__--||)

There was nothing much happened in Kedah...except that the next day we went back to our old home in UUM, Sintok. Nothing much changed there, but there were some constructions of new faculty buildings. But Mama and Papa kept recalling about my incident... I don't think any of my friends know about this. lol

Back when I was 9, which was when we were still living in UUM, there was a Mental Arithmetic class for kids, so I entered it. One day, I went to the class as usual, but I didn't realize the class was cancelled because I was absent at the previous class. But Abang Zahid (our driver at that time) had left already, and I was stuck there alone (except that there was a cleaning lady). Then, I decided to walk back home... I didn't realize I took the wrong turn... So I just continued walking 3.1 km, without even thinking that I should ask someone for help. Then, as I reached to a gate, two guys on a motorbike were coming my way and stopped as they saw me. Luckily they were one of the campus guards, judging by the walky-talky. One of them sent me home...that was my first time riding on a motorbike....

*sigh* I have such a weird childhood ===____===||| Since then my family would still talk about it and either wonder "Why didn't you ask someone for help??" or "How da heck did you go that far?!?!".. since I'm kinda like the weakest in the family, so they didn't quite believe that I actually walked 3.1 km.

I actually kinda miss my old homes, but I think I'm just gonna stick to Bangi for now ^__^||.

PS: Oh, and I just realize that I've gotten FATTER than before. There was a tailor in Sg. Petani, where my uncle and his family lived, and Mama have sent some kain to tempah for raya (which is like so lama lagi), and I think the tailor used the same measurement of me as before for my kain...but when I tried it on, it was ketat siot. But oh well. I actually wanted to put on weight, so I was quite happy. XDD