And That’s Just My Second Menstrual Day

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 1.00am
Location: At the PC, my bedroom.

Redoing Project Paper 2 Part 1. Some bad last minute decisions. Had been working for 5 hours straight. Decided to finally hit the sack. Parents are coming home from their round the Turkey nation trip and I can’t enjoy imported cheese while feeling like a piano had dropped on me.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 2.30am
Location: Still in my bedroom. Guess where I was.

Can’t sleep. Got up and made finally Data Flow diagrams and Flow Chart diagrams for project.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 6.25am
Location: Doing the Slinky in my bedroom.

Freakingly overslept. Cursed very nice but stupid dreams (sheep riding round-and-round the Ferris wheel). Proceed to go downstairs to turn off house alarm and back porch lights. 13-year cat Patchy had stayed indoors that night. His bladder must have failed. Cleaned smelly corner of the house. Other than that, fed both cats and the koi pond fishes.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 7.30am
Location: At the PC, my bedroom. Again.

Had a bath and forgo breakfast. Time is of the essence. Managed to complete System Design report but have small idea how to do Multimedia Requirement Analysis. Whoever made that project guideline ought to be shot and I want to be the frustrated student who does it.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 8.00am
Location: Downstairs in the living room.

MySis came over with the maid, the baby nephew and more importantly, the MyVi car with a full tank of petrol. Finally, something was done on time. Noted to the maid of the smelly corner of the house.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 10.00am
Location: At the PC, my bedroom. Also again.

Had a call from Mak. They’ve just arrived in KLIA and Abang Arsenal is picking them up. Too bad I can’t go but I still need to do comparisons table on authoring tools (the software used to build other softwares). Then realized that I freaking don’t have screenshots of either tools and would have to search online.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 12.00pm
Location: At the kitchen.

Parents are home from Turkey, yay! For souvenirs, they brought a huge meaty chicken salami (Malaysian salami are wimps and no, that’s not a sexual innuendo) and also got that salty, earthly imported cheese I wanted. Would have immediately go on a sandwich making frenzy but there’s no bread and I still have Appendix report to finish.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 12.30pm
Location: My bedroom. Oh, look! A PC!

Finally finished! Ate some Kisses chocolates and M&Ms for sugar boost. Still need to find the authoring tools’ screenshot from the Internet, edit the Table of Contents, print the 40+ pages out in 2 colour copies and secure them in green binding plastic. It’s the last bit that worries me because who the freaking hell makes GREEN blinding plastic?

On the road to school for extra work. They should really take down these BN election banners already.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 1.00pm
Location: At school. At the PC. My life is dead.

Discovered that the online messengers Meebo.com and Ebuddy.com both had been fire walled by school (crapcrapcrapcrap). Currently using IloveIM.com for MSN account. Hope it lasts. Wanted to go to blog, at least to click ads but running out of time. Saved by Wikipedia and found those tools’ interface screenshots.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 2.15pm
Location: Leaving school. Ironic because I’ll need to come back here later.

Report officially completed. Now need to print them out into professionally looking books. Uploaded files into Mediafire.com account since I don’t know if my thumb drive got virus or not and don’t want to infect printing PCs (and screw up the documents). But I need to look for green plastic binder. Checked bookstore at Giant. Nothing. Checked Giant hypermarket itself. Also got nothing.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 3.00pm
Location: At Ikano Power Centre.

Still looking for green plastic binder. It’s stupid report documentation but needs to separate it from other courses (got blue, red and black report binding as well).
Went to Popular bookstore: No green plastic binder.
Borders bookstore: No green plastic binder.
MPH bookstore: No green plastic binder.
Tesco hypermarket: Surprise! No green plastic binder. But got nice cool 100+ drink.

Hadn’t had this much walking workout since my Red Crescent camping days as section leader. Too busy to almost forgot to take camera photos of the 10,000-Billion kilometres worth of walking I did.


Some fellas were doing some maintenance work on the fountain.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 4.15pm
Location: Time’s up! At the printing store.

Phone alarm went off. Must send in report ASAPossibly-Freaking-Quick. Printing lots of paper takes time and school’s report collecting is at early evening. Took a chance and decided to use black plastic binder. Went to favourite printing shop and gave download link so that they can print out my report. Going nice and smooth, decided to go home and be impressed with Mak and Ayah’s traveling tales.

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 5.15pm
Location: At home. Not in my bedroom, thank you very much.

Parents bored that I was driving around with schoolwork and not enjoying their Middle East souvenirs. Managed to allocate one hour sitting around with baby nephew and listening to how snow in Iran’s mountains are so soft. Convinced Ayah that no fish had died in his absence and that the crooked metal curtain blinds in the kitchen wasn’t my fault (stray yellow cat snuck in the house and banged his face to the kitchen blinds. Really).


Yaaaay! I also got chocolate Kisses!

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 5.45pm
Location: In the car, going to another printing shop.

F**king favourite printing shop not my favourite anymore. They screwed up the colour pictures and now all my screenshots and colour diagrams looked like it’s been splattered by some digital rotten tomato (too much red). Paid only for the black and white printing. Went to the more expensive shop. Had to withdraw the last RM50 from ATM machine *sob!*

-Student Log-
Time: Wednesday, 6.15pm
Location: Back to school. Typical.

Driving to school in the late evening hour. Lebuhraya Damansara-Puchong is nicely empty because I’m the only driver who needs to go to work in the evening (the road on the other side looked like a long car park). With me are two very nice clean and crisp copies of my project report, about 40+ pages each, worth a big chunk of my semester grades.


Multimedia Majoring. Into the slot they go.

And that’s only my second day on ‘that bloody time of the month’. This Friday, I plan to add 3 liters of Coca-cola and other caffeine drinks just to see if I can make jumping jacks while doing Java programming.

Damn hormones...

From KLIA to Iran; Bye-bye Parents!

Last night, Friday was Fly-day for my parents to take their next great adventure across the Middle-East. Don’t ask me why, but they do this all the time now, since Ayah retired. Maybe because since all the juniors relations and fellow traveling friends are all scattered around the globe, there’s always a trusted fellow to call on their Celcom line.

From the Matta fair to KL International Airport, they hadn’t stopped talking about it... and reminding me of all the stuff that needs to be checked while they’re gone. Stuff like:
1. Feed the fishes.
2. Feed the cats.
3. Take out any dead fish floating.
4. Clean up after the cats if they pee in the house (males!)
5. Make sure the Proton, MyVi and Kenari have petrol.
6. Don’t let big brother Arsenal drive either one of those cars.
7. Water the plants.
8. Send lil bro Genius back to UniMalaya on Sunday afternoon.
9. Go to the Uptown D’Kota free-food party this Sunday to show face to the neighbours and explain where did Mak and Ayah went.

Those sort of things.

So in two cars loaded with luggage, we head off to KLIA that evening for the 11.30pm flight. Of course, this freaking family go on a road trip further than Mutiara Damansara, there’s always all kinds of bumps.

“Where’s the car key?”
“This one? Or this one?”
“Which car does this trolley bag go?”
“Figure it out yourself-lah!”
“Liza, can you ask the maid to make milk for Nabil?”
“Passport! Passport!”
“It’s with me (insert mother’s name), cepat-cepat pakai tudung.”
“Oh... now where’s my tudung?”
“Which car does this bag GO?”
“(insert MySis name), did you call Abang Huzir that you won’t be home tonight?”
“Alamak-, my cellphone tada bateri-ler...”
“Ami nak susu! Ami nak suuuusuuu...!”
“Nabil, get up from the floor. Now.”
“Ami nak McDonald’s?”
“No McDonald! Susu aje.”
“Which CAR does this BAG, GOOOO!?”

In the end, we left at 8.45pm, almost half-an-hour later than scheduled.

The road trip was not done in the break-neck speed Ayah would have preferred. Firstly, the second car was running out of petrol (Mak had to stop at Shell gas station), and then it was raining heavily on the highway.

I was in the same car with BabyNabil and he susddenly developed the fits, crying to his Bibik-Yam (the maid) and didn’t stop until we reached the airport. I betcha my dad was a weeeee close to strangling his only grandson.

Aaaah, the international airport. 10 years later and it still runs like slow clockwork.


There’s a lot of people at the viewing area that night, mostly families looking down at their grown kids; some blazer-wearing students getting ready for the flight overseas.

Actually, we couldn’t have bothered. It turned out that their flight, Iran Air, had been delayed by about an hour and a half, no idea why. A full hour and a half or almost totally nothing to do.

Oh what da hell, this is an airport!

Since Nabil was so fidgety to the point that not even Mak’s delicious tandoori chicken meal we all had earlier could help him.

But as babies need to be fed, we ended up buying McDonald’s Chicken Rice Porriage.


Fidgety in the car, hyperactive in McDonald’s.


The bubur-ayam was very hot, so MySis dump a small amount into a paper cup before BabyNabil scoops them with his spoon.

I guess in the end, he got his McDonald’s after all. *sheeeeeesh...*
And it was a good thing we stuck around for a bit. It turns out that Mak forgot something really important and left it back home in Kt. D’sara.

Naturally.

It was the keys to their luggage. Tips on traveling say that we should lock our luggage and so my parents got the heavy duty ones with a key since they can never remember lock combinations.

Ayah, already armed with Iranian currency, flight tickets and passports, handed the luggage responsibility to Mak. And Mak went Ooops! So it was a very good thing the flight got delayed after all. We called big brother Arsenal up quickly and he was free to drive all the way to KLIA with the forgotten keys.

I’m trying to imagine if they flew to Iran and only then just realized they don’t have the keys to their luggage. Maybe they can ask the hotel staff for help?

“Pardon, this is Room-So-and-so. Can you please bring up a crowbar and maybe some shears?”


We hung around the viewing hall while waiting for Abang Arsenal by watching the big planes park in and airport workers drive their golf-carts around. These glass walls are now smothered in a two-year-old’s chicken rice porriage breath and sticky prints.


I took a moment to take my own picture for the blog. I like these kind of dual-view obscure photography that reflects scenes.

Bye Mak! Bye Ayah! See you guys in two weeks. Just remember that I want cheese and chocolates for souvenirs.
*hahahaha!*


We exchange salam and pray for a safe journey.