Miri, Here I Come!!! #3

Sibu was flooded by the time I woke up from my bed, the first thing I rushed to the nearest window and gaze out the flooded view. I’m uttering words to Seraphina…cool!! It was only drizzling and most areas in Sibu were already covered in water, I observed how 2 hydrogen atoms and an oxygen atom were able to combine and form such a drought. God sent us a sign to leave Sibu and head directly to Miri I thought for myself *sigh of relief*. Soon we were packing and leaving to a nearby food court to take breakfast. There I saw a grey-shirt obese guy sitting, hands holding or rather showing off his N95 while indulging myself in Foo Chow noodles. That individual was tuned into some mp3, nothing peculiar huh? Normal multi-cellular organisms will tune into mp3 using ear phones, but the obese bragger has a desire to volumize to a limit of 5 plus mega bass. I can see words B-O-A-S-T-E-R flashing above his head. Seraphina proclaimed she has to drag her friend here to boast her N95 8G. The view was fairly soaked whereby I observed vehicles splashing water and wooden planks floated on contaminated water. I even saw 3 Ah Liens trying to cross the flooded road *evil laughs*. Outpouring sympathy I declare, as I watch innocent citizens of Sibu stranded in flood.

We’re off our wheals in the search for survival in the stranded draught, maybe it wasn’t that serious *trying to dramatize the situation here*. We pass by several signs which caused Seraphina a gnashing her teeth, we encountered numerous Hotlink labels along roads which is pretty vain *Seraphina was hurling harass*. A comparison between Digi and Hotlink, coverage is a big factor to debate among debaters. I was striving hard to endure the boredom once again by counting the seconds needed to reach Miri, it was rather a paused and time wasn’t actually in motion.

We stopped at Niah market *rain was pouring* and I used my wet umbrella and doodled “OMG” and “LOL” on the simen floors, trying to express my artistic dexterity here.

I reached Miri by night, stopped by at my aunt’s cousin’s place for dinner and after that I’m off to Aunt Sheila’s (the aunty who married Malay) place. Chiaw Chin called me and send me regards * I was hopping I could meet her in Miri*. Her family migrated to Miri since we were in form 1, miss her rather a lot. Apparently, my aunt’s house seemed to be either translucent or transparent. We ran through the address numerous times yet it was unfound, certainly an enigma. Imagination strikes as I wonder if her house was bounded with some invincible force field. Finally Aunt Sheila appeared with her son, Kiki from no where *inexplicable*.

I’m spent a couple days at Aunt Sheila’s place, as a final point I was pleased to breathe the air of civilization and modernity lingering around my body after days of tracking rural areas. Serenity?? Literally NO!!! Kiki was an extremely diabolical, tremendously annoying and irritating who glues to me everywhere I go. Something even stickier than getting your fingers glued with “super glue”. His presence really as in REALLY REALLY REALLY irate me, not to mentioned Seraphina was about to slaughter him I guess.

Brats are real peace demolisher and tranquillity annihilators!!!!! GET RIT OF THEM!!!!!!!!!

We went shopping at Boulevard and there he was, popping between 2 adolescent babbling gibberish childish words. He was rather inexorable and here we were….stuck incarcerate with a brat. We even head to Parkson on the next day to do some shopping; I seemed to saw Amanda there. The best part was, I got my hair cut at Alan’s Salon specially trimmed by Kim (He’s one of the top hair stylists and owns world recognition in hair biz), and of course my mum and Seraphina wouldn’t want to miss this too. Since Kim and our family were somehow related…Wait!! I repeat, me and the international professional hair stylist related as a family!!! We got special discounts, but still it burned my pockets. I even texted Azureen and Jemuel and brag about it (spreading jealousy to all about the related part). The brat was paying full attention to some console games and I sensed freedom nearby, with a speed of light Seraphina and I dashed away without him noticing. Finally, we can do personal shopping a brat popping his head in the middle.

I’m finally FREE from extremely diabolical and “sticky” brats!!!!!

I haven’t had any physical contact with my books since the night in Seratok and my brain was suffering from severe brain lodged already. Thus, I stole some time intervals when the brat was indulging himself in his gameboy to do a little study. I actually brought Physics and Chemistry so I blended them both inside my brain despite the raucous condition thanks to the exasperating brat. Earsplitting commotion vibrated vividly in the atmosphere here and serenity can only last a second. I kept brainstorming on Chemistry: Salts, the most brain detrimental chapter of all and I had to stuff all the equations and formulas in my head. Luckily Seraphina was here to dispense all her knowledge despite she has already finished her SPM *grumbles from her every time I ask her questions*. Physics was much easier and friendlier compared to Chemistry, so I didn’t do much cramming on that just the gist on Light and Archimedes Principle.

Archimedes’ principle states that an object, whether completely or partially immersed in a fluid, is acted on by a buoyant force, which is equal to the weight of the displaced fluid.

I have affection to a Camel shirt, green and yellowish with thin stripes and a Nicole pure leather belt, cost above RM100 each. My mum would seriously execute me if I had bought the 2 items. But I was rather pleased with my shopping, got myself several Bum Equipment shirts, a Milani striped shirt, Khaki pants, Forest shirts, Body Glove briefs yadda yadda mostly attires. My priceless collections were tribal necklace and bracelet…simply exquisite with its artwork. The superlative part was the price; cost me less than RM40 to get both of them. Seraphina also got herself a white plated star charm bracelet at Parkson. Seraphina and I were apparently attracted to Nicole brand attires, causal and edgy plus scorching cash as well *hateful*. Shopping in Miri was quite heavenly despite the hateful brat tagging along and disturbing our shopping. I even met Mdm. Margaret, Mr. Morris with their kids Marcelina and (whatever the son’s name was) at Parkson!!!! It was such a tiny world where I can even beings from my school. Doing all the shopping made me hadn’t have adequate time to quench my thirst on Coffee Bean and Tea Leaves *sigh* I was rather curious on their latest Christmas delicacies, maybe next time.

I’m so going to get myself an Addidas shoe I had an eye on!!!!!

My aunt’s television actually got shocked while watching Digimon (the brat’s show) we were about to on and all of a sudden such stench triggered our nostrils and we had to switch it off using plastic stick before an explosion occurred. Next, we were sucked into Kiki’s gameboy playing Gundam *sigh* for time being. Food was also an issue to be concerned; since my Aunt Sheila was converted to Malay we had to eat halal food ONLY. In another words, we had to stop by at shops run by Malay. I nearly puke blood when I had my lunch at “Sembang Sembang” certainly not a pleasant shop…I desperately took Mee Jawa *noticed my sulky face*. Fancy them serving Chicken hop on hot plate??? A serial clash of western elements with the Asian constituent. We had our last meal at Pizza Hut whereby we constantly ordered smoked chicken instead of pizzas, never imagine how sumptuous was Pizza Hut’s chicken wings.

I stayed about 5 days in Miri and it was time to go *finally* after all the infuriation I faced due to the presence of a brat. I still comprise grieve and regret that I can’t meet Chiaw Chin (Her parents went to China so she was imprison at home) luckily she called almost every night and scorch her credit to chat with me *giggles*. So I bid adieu to Miri as I hug my brat cousin, hearts uttering goodbyes and gladness. I would like to put an end to my extensive, eyes-strenuous post on my vacation to Miri (I had my bladder nearly exploded on the way back since my dad was reluctant to stop at any petrol station).