I’ve been waiting for this to come for so long. Haha. And my tribute for this blogpost shall comprise of bharangi bhaijan and my travel experiences. Hahaha. [Random wasn’t it? It’s me, cik bulan btw. You should be expecting this from me :P ]. This is the most splendid movies that I’ve ever encounter. I don’t know why but since the beginning I just drown in my own emotions. I tease my friend at first saying that he is a dork for crying over a movie. And yah. My bad. Hahahahaha. I don’t know how many people will agree with me but I find this movie much better than dilwale. Different people have different taste. Cherish that please!! (an amusing sentence to prevent me from being bashed lol)
I wanted to write for so long. But my lazy genes are taking over my body as in dr Jekyll being possed by its evil part. And there it goes –battling of souls to be taken over *ching ching –insert battle sounds using swords*
Mind you guys. I have sooooooooooo many to tell but so little time (as in my writing mood. They can amazingly wear off so quickly yu knowwwwww)
First I will associate the stories that I tell you guys before (bahrangi bhaijan) with my travel experiences. Why am I suddenly having this feeling of writing up all of my heart content to be delivered to you guys?? Oh my. Get some tisuues will ya?
From my travel experiences, I’ve met this guy in venice, itali. Just so you can imagine. At that time me and my dear friend are looking for cheap places (motel or hostel) whatsoever it is that can support us just to take a nap for that night as our host (airbnb) refuses to take us in because of we came a bit late. We informed him first. But to no avail. hmm Its not our fault you know. It’s the delayed bus and god knows what else we’ve been through. The host was very very veryyyyyyy rude. Oh god. (keeping this part short because I might curse, hahaha)
Its venice and last minute hotel can put you up to 40-50 euro per person. And most of it is full. Only god knows what we are doing there HAHAHAHA. We have one whole venice tour that night and another one in the noon. When you travel, just put your trust in Allah. He will help you. For sure.
IMHO, travel is a medium that makes you feel close with your creator. In any circumstances, if He wills. Nothing will stop it. And this brings me to Paris. In the gar dou nord station. Oh god I will ever forget this station. This is our last stop for our Europe travel. And at first, because of so many immigrants and good people keep telling us (miss, please be careful—there are lots of pickpokets here; even in different languages! Hahaha.) Mostly people will greet us because of we are muslim, wearing hijab. That is the best part of it (worst –in praha; wait for another entry). U can communicate with people all over the world. Although they can’t speak English =_= . because I have that Arabic face. People keep speaking to me in Arabic , mostly old ladies. And even though we are like ayam itik but then what they want to say usually can be understood. As what they understood what we are saying. Just pick whatever words that have the same meaning in English and work you brain out missy! Hahahaha. Or they will do this funny body language. Hahaha
In venice, while we were eating kebab at the canal (ditepian lorong2 laluan air; yang mana boat lalu laju setiap masa, membawa penumpang yang megah duduk melambai ria. Dia tak tahu ke aku sejuk dan rasa nak tunjai dahi dia dengan batang penyapu? Maigod. Those fellas. Dahla bawak bot percik ke muka iols. Hmkay) , and at the same time. I’ve been watched by this old uncle (he is a bit like a homeless man, a little bit drunk, very old, normal fat guy for his age, Caucasian in the mid 50’s, wearing this flat cap and mafla around his neck. ) I was like **omg omg please leave me alone. Ku bukan postitut haha. At first I was so scared because of his appearance. And after that shop guy gossip to him about what happened to us that he came to me for a little chat. Muka sangat penyayang.. That night is so cold I tell you.and why we are eating outside? Because there is no chair inside that shop. If you happened to travel, you’ll know small their shop is =_=. But I think it’s enough for them as they doesn’t socialise there like we Malaysian did (nindia orang kita kalau duduk minum sembang nuh sampai tanjung patah balik kona kiri kanan lap sikit bau bangun lol) . They have bar for that purpose. Hahaha.
And sadly. He cant speak English. But he saw me peluk tubuh and he offered me to go inside that shop. And I don’t have my proper sweater. God knows how cold it is that night . comel gila masa dia Tanya sejuk ke? Sambil tangan dia peluk tubuh dan mulut getar2 mcm mulut kuda bunyi burr dengan bibir terjuh keluar. Hahaha funnyeh. Dan dia punya semangat tarik tangan dan air aku masuk dalam lagi comel. Wlwpon kena berdiri dia kabo takpalah. Dari kau sejuk kat luar tu. So form that jangan judge people dari luaran ok. Tapinya. Jangan la percaya senonong sangat. Yedak? Ada akai pakai la nah. This is because some ada pula nak judge kita macam2. Hakelah. Dah besar tahu jela jaga diri-akidah sendiri, yedok? Memula aku ingat dia nak offer mafla dia. Dia pon homeless. Dia ada bukak aku nmpak. Tapi sbb sejuk sangat malam tu dia pakai balik hahahahhaahahahahaha. Kalau dia bagi pon idokle aku nak pakai. Dah kelam kelibut sangat woi mafla dia tu, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahaha. Ok root.
Dan allah berikan kami lagi satu pertolongan. Dengan tukang kedai kebab dan pizza tadi yg baik hati sangat. Kitorg dah macam adik angkat dah. Mula2 diorg pon taknak tolong. Tapi muka kami mmg muka kesian tahap dewa raja punya. Dan diorg pon tolong. Sebenarnya nak tolong pinjam toilet je pon. Lol. Menipu kabo xde. Tap dah kawan aku terkinja sangat tak tahan. Dia kasi lah. Hahaha. Dan lepas tu kalau kami chat dan ingat kembali mesti dia kabo . hahaha you guys ‘’please please can I use your toilet’’ . haha muka tandas dah kena cop. Haha tapi dengan tandas jualah kami bersatu. Terima kasih Allah kenalkan kami.
Sebeanrnya diorang ada dua orang satu si arif dan satu lagi saiful. Tapi saiful ni macam masuk air sikit. Diorang ni dari Bangladesh tapi lama dah menetap situ. Yg si arif tu budak master main canai2 doh pizza. Hahaha. Aku terkejut jugaklah. Master economics dekat itali tu. Haha. Yg si saiful tu nama je islam tapi itulah. Masuk air sikit. Kitorg lepak punyala lama malam tu sampai dah tahu dia cerita tak suka pompuan sama bangsa. Dia suka mat salleh. Hahaha konghajo betul dia kabo org dia busuk. Dia tak suka. Dia kata depa tak reti pakai perfume. Aku punya gelak sampai ketuk2 meja. Hahahahahahahhahaa dia sendiri cakap kot. Which is amazing gila . walaupun sama bangsa engkoang kna tgk dressing si sepol ni afterwork. Tudia. Dari spek mata sampai ke kasut semua jenama antarabangsa. Perfume pon. Aku dengan una yang tak mandi semalaman ni pulak rasa rendah diri. Bau kot. Hahahahaha. Backpackers seharian . dahla aku bawak beg 60L. itu kesalahan paling besar dalam hidup aku. Hahahahahahahahaha. Taubat lahum xmau dah ulang kesalahan ini.
p/s: sedang menunggu kerja yg tak kunjung tiba . sebs. :’(
p/s/s: nak sambungan komen nak nak nak lagi! Kahkah kbai
p/s/s/s: malas dah mnguasai diri. kakaka