♥ Continuation.. The Story Goes On. ♥
Friday, March 20, 2009 ( 4:11:00 AM )
15 March 2009


Today marks the day that I will never forget.. 2nd day in Indonesia and whatever things had happened already have been memorable to me. Be it good or bad.
Early in the morning had breakfast in the room. Wah, we are treated like queens and princesses to have breakfast privately in our own guest room. Hurhur. & breakfast is delicious.. I like! French toast with mix or margarine and strawberry on the respective side of the bread. Breakfast is great,.. nothing like I have ever tasted.
There you go, while getting all dressed up.. we girls camwhore. Hurhur. Sony Cyber-shot in HotPink.. argh! I'm having my eyes on you! (: Next, after getting dressed.. went to visit nenek relatives. Nenek stay with her bro and sis at the kampung while we girls go shopping. This boy is so cute.. He's Hafiz! Loves to eat, like me.. Hurhur.
Nuthing much was done today.. ate KFC and went to supermarket to shop shop shop! Cheap stuffs found. At the supermarket I thought I lost my aunt and nadiah. Aunty was making payment.. while i'm looking at stuffs.. and Nadiah is looking at stuffs too. So when I saw this cheap bag.. 6 000 rupiah after 50% discount (less than SGD 1) I thought that its so cute and so cheap! Little that I know when I turn around, my aunt and Nadiah was missing!
I PANICKED but trying to stay calm at the same time. I have no money, no phone with me. How the hell am i going to survive! What am i going to do? I was scared for a little while getting lost in foreign country!! But then, patience is a virtue. I stand on the exact same spot for 10 mins just in case Nadiah and aunty remembered to come back for me and phew!!! My heart thumping.. dap dup dap dup.. Then I saw Nadiah and aunty... ahhhhh. Relieeeeeved! The reason they are gone was that they had to go to different counter for discount purchases.. ahhhh, relieved. But they went without me. Anything could have happen. Thank God, I was only left alone for few minutes.
Ate KFC and den shop shop shop. Roxy! Roxy Rox. Nadiah and I got our eyes locked at Roxy wallets. But Nadiah is being a basket.. Because why? She already make her choice of wallet on which to buy. But when she saw another one (Green Roxy wallet below) that I was aiming for.. she quickly grab it and never let it go. She dissapeared and stayed away from me. She don't even let me see the wallet she is holding, until I make a choice of another wallet to buy. argh! Spoiler lah, you already choose white floral wallet sey. Then at last potong my jalan, and take my supposed-to-be green-vintage-Roxy-wallet. Haiz. But nvm, I'm happy with my choice. Black and Gold. Classic.
For dinner, we had ikan bakar.. omg. See the pictue. Someone is attracted to this blackscarf girl.. if not also attracted to my aunty. The son of this ikan bakar stall wants to get to know or matchmake himself with the black scarf girl. yikes!

Full moon is in the sky. But sadly,.. something happen. An experience that I've never wished to have had happened. After eating ikan bakar, aunty planned to distribute the rice grains to the poor or our relatives lah as a form of "fidiah", to pay back the days that arwah Atuk never get to fast. The distribution went smoothly. Except for some rice.. along the way home.. the van back door WAS NOT LOCKED properly. There's a hump along the way.. and the door suddenly opened! The uncooked rice grains at the back of the van dropped.. trailing our route. ahhhhs.. In the middle of the road, our car stopped.. Rushing to save the rice, we quickly got down and prevent more rice from falling.. wasted!
Aunty was shouting.. "Etek, cepat etek.. dah sudah.. biarkan beras tu. Ade kereta.." My Indonesian grandma ran 100m away from us to pick up the other scattered rice grains in the middle of the road.. Concentrating on savng the wasted rice.. she don't care about the car that passes by her. Omg.. its so late at night (2 am Singapore timing) and my Indonesian grandma is in the middle of the road picking rice.. Seeing car coming towards our way.. my aunty shout again.. "Etek, dah.. Kereta lah". Yes, we all feared the same thing. Fear that other cars approaching us will not manage to break in time to save my grandma. Pheww!
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