Woke up at 8.00 am *yawns* is that early or what? My ear drums were nearly shattered by my mums screams to wake me up from my beauty sleep. 7 hours of good night sleep is seriously not sufficient for me, human body needs adequate rest to perform metabolic process and waking me up that early will only result muscle dysfunction. I began dragging my soulless body from the warm comfy bed of mine… then I saw my cousin already donned lying at the sofa eyes attached to Astro – Travel and Living. Breakfast was all set and I ate fried rice cooked by my aunty with heaps of “impurities” or garlic. However the meal was sumptuous although I’m not satiated with the garlic. A peaceful day was just about to enrol until the whole rest house was filled with cacophonous noises produced by brats. You have to comprehend that I’m living under a roof with 2 children or rather labelled as high larynx brats.
I soon rest myself to watch C.S.I *smiles*, alas…my dad told us that we’re leaving. 1 second on the chair and now I’m up again, the world has a grudge against me that morning. Active people began to pervade the entire house as we all get ourselves busy packing stuff and head to Sibu. I was quite reluctant to leave as the rest house in Seratok was provided with Astro…
We soon head the roads, typical greenery scenery and forget-me-not blue sky shined above me (such a blessed day), I was still waiting patiently to situate my spiritual body to civilization after a day in Seratok. Chatters began to build up in the car as me and Seraphina were discussing about the Azureen species. I owned an Azureen friend in Batu Lintang while my cousin has one in St. Theresa. Conversations were running enthusiastically and I didn’t sense any boredom lodged between us. As a conclusion, we declare that all Azureen(s) are:
We arrived at a place called Betong; allow me to give a gist about the place. Betong is a piece of land with countable houses installed with human beings with very little amount of shops. Hours of sitting in the car and all I want to gaze at is modernization but all I got was that, how gratifying *sigh*. We took an amble around the market and encountered DD series (abbreviation made by Seraphina which stands for dark, dark people). Gross and grimy as I stepped to such places contaminated with microbes in the atmosphere. I also stopped at Sarikei to target some local delicacies – Foo Chow Noodles. Foo Chow noodles in Sarikei are simply irresistible, which obviously cannot be compared to the ones available in Kuching.
Local Sarikei delicacies truly excite my taste buds, especially Foo Chow Noodles…
Bloated and overstuff with food, I was rather slumberous and went to sleep almost instantly in the vehicle. Ear drums were instantaneously shut to prevent any cacophonous noises; my brain was primarily vacant and crammed with anxiety for the arrival at Sibu. Abruptly, my phone vibrated vigorously *curses* so I grudgingly press the [open] key pad to read messages. Kee Sing sent me a message to inform me that he was going to Damai beach resort *with lots of hahas in his text*. I was at the most steaming point; fancy some human disturbing me during my sleep. To be evil I decided to reply him while uttering insults:
“You’re disturbing my sleep dude, sent another message and brag about your trip and I will stuff narcotic drugs and scorch you with laser beam. I NEED SLEEP”
My text met a full stop there and I carry on with my snooze. My eyes finally opened as the blazing sunlight pierce through my retina. My eye sight was rather bleary but I noticed that I was surrounded by vehicles or rather trapped in a jam. Finally I arrived at Sibu, Seraphina did a whole long lecture on the happenings on our way here *still emphasizing on the massive jam*. Sibu, standing tiny in its position with practically no shopping complex *sigh again*, fine be grateful as long as it’s surrounding was better than the rural places I’d stepped into.
Dad managed to get us a hotel next to a church – Eden Hotel. I even had a glimpse at my cousin, Irene’s ex-primary school, St. Rita. Wasting no more time I went to our room and my eyes nearly dropped out of my sockets when I saw the room. Was it a mirage or hallucination, the room was dirty with a wretched air conditioner which literally broke down, television was terrible and as things began to deteriorate I faint due to shock *exaggerates*. Outpouring voice of grouses as I walked around the room as my dad went to complain. We were offered another room, and I started to puke blood as soon as I popped my head into it. The television was fine but the air condition broke down too!!!!!
Is this a hotel or a wretched cow barn for animals to breed???
Lastly, we managed to get ourselves a proper room. Exhausted with all my ranting I laid on the bed to rest my muscle tissue. My diabolical cousins barged into the room and started to generate noises once again *I’m speechless*.
After dinner, we walked to the market *AGAIN*, my dad has an affection on going to markets. Despite the filthiness, mum managed to get “Apam Balik” which is superb!!! Extra crispy and I mean it, quite different from the ones in Kuching. Its thinner with more nuts and butter, Mirians seemed to be more generous compared to Kuchingians whom only focused on putting more flour than nuts. In addition, I also found my treasure which I’ve been looking for ravenously long. A money sign bling!!!!!!!! Caused about RM30, rather cheap for a piece of art but I didn’t get it with no particular reason which results regrets currently *I proclaimed myself being an imbecile at that time*. I even complained to Jemuel about it.
I’m a total idiot for not buying such luxurious piece of art!!!
I looked at the time and it shows 9.00 after we entered our hotel room. Seraphina grabbed the remote and tune into some programme, with only TV 1, 2 and 3 provided by the miserable hotel. Lastly Seraphina ended up lying in the bed while me, sitting crossed leg watching “Kau Masih kekasihku”, totally absurd for us to watch an Indonesian show. However I must confess that the show was quite appealing despite its foreignism. The partially interesting show lasted about an hour and subsequently we were watching a show called Iris, now this is a total boredom. I despise local Malay shows which only bring monotony and lameness.
The day finished with a blanket fight, Seraphina and I were grabbing the larger blanket. Fine, lastly my mum obliged me to give it to her. I declare that it wasn’t because I lost the battle; just because my mum needed it (my cousin is sleeping with my mum). She’s a blanket stealer!
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