Miri, Here I Come!!! #1

I won’t be having any physical contact with my notebook for a couple of days because I’ll be off having my vacation at Miri!!!! Finally, some remedy for my long-endless-holiday-study before I died of brain distortion due to stress. Holidays are whole lot of fun if only it’s properly installed with “stuffs”. My holidays had been a total bore, waking up at 10, burry myself under books to get prepared for next year, a slight touch of blogging, social life with my friends and that’s all. In short a vacation is exactly what I needed!!! This time, I obliged my cousin, Seraphina to follow me (just had her SPM and there she goes bragging…)

“I’m free!!! Don’t forget you have less than a year until your SPM!!!! Remember…SPM!!!! *evil laughs*” outburst words from Seraphina’s mouth

Alas, my vacation didn’t start off taking a flight precisely to Miri. My dad decided to drive all the way there *sigh*, fancy all the petrol and time being burned just like that. This also meant we had to stop by several rural places as in really REALLY rural places on the way before I reached civilization. Everything was all done ready to set of and there it was when the damn phone rang calling my dad back to school to sign some gibberish forms *curses to my principle*. Apart from being the most hated person in school she appeared to be a vacation-spoiler. Fine, there I was waiting “patiently” with Seraphina in the vehicle while waiting for my dad in school *sigh again*. There I had a chat with Mdm. Della and Mr. Nojip (he asked me whether I studied History or not). After hours of sitting on the navy coloured sofa in my school’s office waiting for my dad, it’s all settled. Here I declare that my vacation started.

We past Serian and “sand village”, should be Kampung Pasir (Desireena’s house is somewhere in there). To prevent from facing all the monotony during our journey I brought heaps and heaps of music and DVD’s. Out of the blue I got an instant shock: “Where is the camera???” Of all the millions thing I packed in my bag pack I literally forgotten to stuff my camera in. A testimony of over-studied and brain storming during the holidays mainly for Chemistry and Additional Mathematics. Now I shall continue my vacation without the most vital gadget for a blogger and most probably inscribe something on this post without coloured pictures (such a irk cause this post will be all red and lame). Imagine me putting on sulky faces staring outside at the scenery through the car window, without a camera!!! It’s totally absurd… The view outside was simply picturesque, pure lush green fields and trees mild and calm as the waved themselves when the gentle wind kisses them. Wondrous emollient for my broken soul, but…

Hansley quoted: “Pity I don’t have a freakin’ camera to take the damn pictures!!!!!”

*Note* I have been repeating the same quote over and over and OVER throughout the journey and now it seemed to reverberate in the atmosphere. Again I would love to express the intense boredom I faced on the way moreover when there was almost nothing much to gaze on apart from greens and blues, plus the unbearable slow velocity. The vehicle look as if it was accelerating at a minimum speed due to the bulky petrol truck *it is meant to be burned* blocking all drivers way. With a speed of 70km/hour I can even count dust particles outside my car window.

Thus, my cousin and I decided to read sign boards since they were the only readable materials available. Various sign boards which appeared along the road specially the ones about names is a major hilarity. Zillions of meaningless and funny names came across and we laughed along the way *can’t recalled the names due to sudden amnesia*. I have now fully entered rural zone, still there are schools build. Outpouring sympathy from my deepest core, fancy how students go to school in such areas only bounded by Paleolithic-like surroundings.

Out of the blue a grey Kenari overtook my dad’s vehicle; I assumed it was at a velocity of 120km/hour… Lightning bolt speed!!!!

How a tiny Kenari could possibly overtook my dad’s vehicle when my dad was driving on a speed of 100km/hour?? It zoomed right in front, in addition there were several “slow down” or “90km/hour” signs along which my dad intended to ignore them. Hmm…I guess the signs were mostly meant for show or filling up empty roads. I am now enjoying My Chemical Romance’s music while Seraphina was muttering and complaining about the wretched signal – NO LINE FOR DIGI. Mine was perfectly normal (Celcom duh??) Another consequence you have to face if one chose to drive instead for comfortable flight, signal is darn terrible. It takes hours for my cousin to reply a single message *persisting on her ranting*.

Kawasan berbahaya!!! Kawasan sangat bahaya!!! What’s next?? “Kawasan pasti MATI???!!!!”
We passed by a sign board which said the above…DANGER!!!! More and more arrows bypassed us *and a bolded one* LOL. Seeing all the signs really affected the human brain and my eyes were like rolling as objects move too quickly. First destination we stopped was Lacao, sadly Kee Sing wasn’t there at his shop or else I’ll have free food *giggles*. My enzymes were demanding to digest nutrients already, so dad brought us to a nearby coffee shop. We weren’t the only tourists there; there were numerous Western citizens or “Ang-Mo” occupying 1 table. Most of the ladies were in the hues of pink *question marks*, with cameras hanging on their necks. People should be implanted with kindness and morality, thus they should hand me one of their cameras since I forgotten to bring mine. *Quote again*.

The glorious sun was blazing all the heat above earth which nearly burned me alive, I seriously needed coke to quench my thirst. Soon I noticed that the Ang-Mos’ food were served, typical local food and yes, rice. I paid no heed to them and indulged myself in sumptuous tomato kue tiao and coke. Seraphina wishes to brag about her skills in mastering chopsticks to the Ang-Mo, typical Chinese proficiency. On the other hand, the Ang-Mo didn’t seem to lay a hand on the food served except for a rather obese guy. Hmm…Malaysian local food appeared to be below their standard. So all their food was totally wasted, and fed to the flies, insects or to be dumped into rubbish bins.
Seraphina and I commence on showing off our skills in mastering two long, sleek wooden sticks – Chopsticks!!!

I was imagining myself breaking two eggs and frying beef steak on top of tar road, since the whether was ravenously scorching, as in seriously burning my epithelial cells. Soon we arrived at Sri Aman with two pigeons as their trademark, typical tiny town with no shopping complex *sigh*. Music by Sum 41 was echoing in the vehicle as we hit the roads, I soon realized numerous critical deforestation done by men. Bare lands and cleared woods, tragic annihilation towards Mother Nature. Although I’m not a floral person but I must emphasize that I do have a heart towards nature.

Dads booked a rest house at Seratok, two rooms 1 for ours the other for my aunt. Oh wait!! Here I recognize that my aunt joined our trip. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the rest house was castle-like, but believed me it is humongous. The best part is, there is Astro!!!!! Finally some technology to quench my demanding eyes. Rapidly, Seraphina and I were glued to the television.... watching Heroes and channel V. I discovered my Chemistry books and did a little reading on Salts. My day ended at 11.30 as I was indulging myself in Travel and Living – The thirsty traveler. The show which stipulates on wine!!! Not forgetting a little programme on Christmas cooking…live is absolutely faulty without Astro.

An Astro a day keeps the boredom away…