Pose - Not of the Photo Kind
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Pose, puasa, fasting, tak makan, tak minum, tak hisap rokok, tak buat benda2 yang tak senonoh yang biasa di buat. Hahahahahaha..............
I got a great start to the fasting month. On the first day, I was sending Nazzim back to his school and got mad while driving, nearly killed an old man who was driving a Wira and got into a shouting match with a d_ckhead driving another Wira. Scared the hell out of Nazzim and that first day ended with definitely definitely definitely no pahala puasa. Only lapaq aja. Lapaq ayaq and lapaq lauk. And lapaq nasi. Hentah2 dapat dosa gak. Left for Bangkok that nite - punyalah kesian @ pity, tak sempat iftar/buka/break fast kat rumah. God, the airline schedulers could be so so inconsiderate. Imagine buka puasa at the airport, so many people but so lonely - kalau puasalah, kalau tak puasa tak bukalah....
And of course, the next leg of the journey on the airline with the makanan paling tak sedap sekali dalam dunia, no problem at all lah. The stewardess came and asked me about dining (ceh, dining tu! Nasib baik bukan fine dining) onboard probably five times during the journey - finally offering me just maybe bread and coffee - itu so-called stewardess beragama Islam tu, so ignorant are the kambings of the fasting month - I was debating on whether to tell her that her food is simply lousy or wei, bulan posalah, orang posalah, tak makanlah (kalau posalah) but I decided just to ignore her and plead sleep depravity. She would not understand anyway.... nanti kang, on the second day pun nanti lapaq aja, pahala semua tak dapat nanti. Ceh, macam so far banyaklah dapat pahala posa. Hentahlah. One day we will see that big account book in the sky and we will know whether all of posa and whatever is kira or not. We'll see. Nazzim and Sofia will laugh at "we"ll see" - whenever they ask for something and if either Lina or me says that, it means dapatlah tu.
Well, nearly a week of fasting here and I must admit that I kinda fared better than when doing the same at home. No headaches, due to enough sleep. After sahur can sleep another 1.75 hours, you know? No traffic jam meh, 5 minutes to office one? Sleep early some more. So far buka at home twice and at rumah orang three times. There was supposed to be buka rumah orang a fourth time but somehow there was a mix-up, the transport was late and a pissed-off me opted to go home and eat maggi rather than arrive late. Actually it was at a local's house and I was not too crazy to eat their food and was reluctant to go and hey, presto, I got my wish, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha................. life could be kind sometimes and we do get our wishes granted by the fairy god mother. Trust me, the maggi was better. Kira buka puasa dekat rumah orang three times only, yang satu tu tak kira, tak boleh makan pun.
No buka puasa outing here. If they have Pizza Hut or McD here, that would be nice. That would be enough. I am sick of the local fare. No pasar Ramadan here. If they have it too, it would not have the food that we need. Need, not want, but need.
The solat terawih are as fast as it was last year but the pak imam took a page out of some of the masjids back home - in the middle of the solat terawih, they would hold a tazkirah, effectively holding the people who are there at ransom. Ah well, pandai jugak psychology kominis ni..... So, they have found another way to scare people off. Well done. A Hero of the Whatever pingat to him.
Another day another dollar. Can't wait to go home for Hari Raya.
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Pose, puasa, fasting, tak makan, tak minum, tak hisap rokok, tak buat benda2 yang tak senonoh yang biasa di buat. Hahahahahaha..............
I got a great start to the fasting month. On the first day, I was sending Nazzim back to his school and got mad while driving, nearly killed an old man who was driving a Wira and got into a shouting match with a d_ckhead driving another Wira. Scared the hell out of Nazzim and that first day ended with definitely definitely definitely no pahala puasa. Only lapaq aja. Lapaq ayaq and lapaq lauk. And lapaq nasi. Hentah2 dapat dosa gak. Left for Bangkok that nite - punyalah kesian @ pity, tak sempat iftar/buka/break fast kat rumah. God, the airline schedulers could be so so inconsiderate. Imagine buka puasa at the airport, so many people but so lonely - kalau puasalah, kalau tak puasa tak bukalah....
And of course, the next leg of the journey on the airline with the makanan paling tak sedap sekali dalam dunia, no problem at all lah. The stewardess came and asked me about dining (ceh, dining tu! Nasib baik bukan fine dining) onboard probably five times during the journey - finally offering me just maybe bread and coffee - itu so-called stewardess beragama Islam tu, so ignorant are the kambings of the fasting month - I was debating on whether to tell her that her food is simply lousy or wei, bulan posalah, orang posalah, tak makanlah (kalau posalah) but I decided just to ignore her and plead sleep depravity. She would not understand anyway.... nanti kang, on the second day pun nanti lapaq aja, pahala semua tak dapat nanti. Ceh, macam so far banyaklah dapat pahala posa. Hentahlah. One day we will see that big account book in the sky and we will know whether all of posa and whatever is kira or not. We'll see. Nazzim and Sofia will laugh at "we"ll see" - whenever they ask for something and if either Lina or me says that, it means dapatlah tu.
Well, nearly a week of fasting here and I must admit that I kinda fared better than when doing the same at home. No headaches, due to enough sleep. After sahur can sleep another 1.75 hours, you know? No traffic jam meh, 5 minutes to office one? Sleep early some more. So far buka at home twice and at rumah orang three times. There was supposed to be buka rumah orang a fourth time but somehow there was a mix-up, the transport was late and a pissed-off me opted to go home and eat maggi rather than arrive late. Actually it was at a local's house and I was not too crazy to eat their food and was reluctant to go and hey, presto, I got my wish, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha................. life could be kind sometimes and we do get our wishes granted by the fairy god mother. Trust me, the maggi was better. Kira buka puasa dekat rumah orang three times only, yang satu tu tak kira, tak boleh makan pun.
No buka puasa outing here. If they have Pizza Hut or McD here, that would be nice. That would be enough. I am sick of the local fare. No pasar Ramadan here. If they have it too, it would not have the food that we need. Need, not want, but need.
The solat terawih are as fast as it was last year but the pak imam took a page out of some of the masjids back home - in the middle of the solat terawih, they would hold a tazkirah, effectively holding the people who are there at ransom. Ah well, pandai jugak psychology kominis ni..... So, they have found another way to scare people off. Well done. A Hero of the Whatever pingat to him.
Another day another dollar. Can't wait to go home for Hari Raya.
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posted by dudae_simboyo at 17:14
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