Why?

Last week I went to a neighboring country to visit a friend of mine and at the same time to visit the museums. Plus I also want to feel the atmosphere how it is like to celebrate Aidilfitri there. So I took a bus from my hometown to Johor Bahru then transferred to the SBS Transit bus going across the bridge.

The thing I want to talk about here is not about the country, the efficient public transport, the cleanliness and so on because I have been there before but this is regarding my friend. Well, I have known him for several years actually. He is an American and we actually were in touch via a website. I was not hoping that I would meet him as he was living so far away on that particular time and we stayed as online friend.

Fate has brought us together when he moved to Asia last year and we met in person earlier this year. It was fun and pleasant to finally meet with the person you only spoke to on the net. So this second meeting is actually my last minute plan as I have quite a long holiday for Aidilfitri. And I was amazed how fast people can change!

By the way to cut the story short, I stayed with him for a few days. He told me he has to work from 10am till 6pm. I think that is fine with me as I already know my way around. So during the second day of my stay, he asked to have dinner with him in town, with another friend of him, from Burma. I was in town on that time so I just waited for him and his friend at the station.

They want to eat Burmese food so I just followed. When I got the menu, I saw there are too many foods with pork in it. Therefore I decided not to eat and gave him the excuse that I am full. He insisted me to eat then I told him that I could not eat as there is too much pork in it! He looked at me, and say, “Why are you being so difficult?”.

To cut the story short, the next day before he went to work, he told me that he wants to have dinner with me near his school. He teaches tuition at 8pm till 9 something and later on he has the appointment with his Burmese friend to watch a movie. Surprisingly, his friend needs to stay over at his place for the night! As he said, that is his weekly routine. I cannot imagine three guys sleeping together on the same bed. I was like, WTF!

I told his housemate regarding this and he was so shock to know about it. I decided to go home on the same day. I was so much frustrated. First of all, I came all the way down, with my own money just to visit him. Secondly, they want to watch movie, so why can he invite me as well. Thirdly, I can only go there once in a while, and he could see his Burmese guy anytime he likes as they are staying in the same country! Lastly, he is being insensitive about the Muslim food preference. Well, it is not that I am very strict about “haram” thing but this is just way too much for me.

Later, I went to his school and just passed to him his house keys, without having any dinner at all, and I left as soon he got the keys. Honestly, he was not like that when I met him for the first time. And I wonder why he changed.

New Arrival

Hi people.

It has been a while since I wrote here last time. It is a very long time actually. Just that I have been very super duper busy with my things. Getting back to school, working and all. And also, I have a new hobby now, sorting out my sister's problems. Yeah, she is such a problematic person I ever met in my life so far. I showed her so many ways and solutions so that she can escaped from the bloody bullshit man but she still insists to stay. What the heck.

Raya is getting closer. I actually love Ramadhan than Syawal. I dont know why but I just do. For Hari raya this year I decided not to wear the old fashioned-traditional-same-old-boring baju Melayu, but this time around I go multicultural. We are 1Malaysia now afterall. :P

Right now I am sitting in the library just checking my mail and stuffs. I am supposed to attend two classes today but I dont know why, my mood and spirit just fade away, Yesterday one of my favourite lecturer sent me a sms asking me if I am aok and express how much she wish to see me in the class. But I am just me, my heart tell me to go but my feet refuse. And the consequences is, I sms my lecturer and asked if I could see her personally today in the office but until the time I wrote down this blog, there is no response from her. By the way, I sms her at 3pm today.

So tomorrow I am heading home. Cant wait to meet my mom and have my hands on the cookies. My sisters always wait for me to do all the cookies-things. Maybe when I got back home I could write some more.