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Clutch of Inspirations

embracing the presentcherishing the past
June 9, 2009
calling it a day @ 8:39 PM

It's only the very 1st day after exams end, but I'm already rotting at home. There is practically nothing to do. Somehow the Internet was not as appealing as it was during the exams. Brr. TV is even more dull.

Thus, after walking up and down the stairs all the time, popping into every room in the house to see if there's anything fun, re-reading books till I dozed off...I digged out a puzzle I bought years ago, during primary school. I remember I love doing them then.


I spent about an hour to complete it. Don't think it's easy, people! Mickey mouse and Donald duck's bodies were a bit challenging, haha! And guess what, my dad gave me RM1 for solving it in 1 hour! He was saying that he would give me RM10 if I solved it in half hour, which is obviously impossible. 250 pieces kay??!


The ice-cream was making me so hungry, ooh, I feel like slurping down these icy cold scoops.

Puzzle - done. Switched on computer to clear and transfer files, then my monitor blacken out, CPU went off. BLACKOUT. Not exactly though, still bright and hot outside. And the phone call came from Jenny. 5 mins later, we were walking/jogging from Pujut 2 and 4 respectively. Met up in Pujut 3C. Walked and talked, walked and talked.

Then..

Me : There's a river if you go straight down there"(pointing at end of Jalan Pujut 3).

Jenny : Really? I didn't know! Let's go!

Me : Seriously? Okay..


Trotted past a lot of 'little houses' all locked up with padlocks. We were guessing what they were..toilets? Place where the nearby dwellers' sewage goes? Turned out they store their cars in there! (we're entering a little village.)




Came here after passing by some people selling heaps of pineapples. The people living there were looking at us questioningly, haha..it's reasonable, not a lot of people come 'barging' into their territory. But they were all smiles. So Jen and I walked on, excited at the discovery of this interesting little place.



See the river? It's the same river that Lutong bridge and Pujut 7 bridge crosses, our dark and murky Miri River.


On the other side of the squatters is an amazing view of fields. So picturesque, isn't it?


Roosters greeting us, lols.


Wanna go for a sampan ride?
Along the narrow planks walkway, people sitting outside their huts greet us and ask us where are we going, where did we come from, are we jogging blablabla. They were just uber friendly! Ahh..they must be carrying out Najib's 1Malaysia concept. Joking, but it is heart-warming to know that these Malays, Bumis, or whatever their race, treat some Chinese girls appearing out of nowhere so kindly, reminding us to 'jalan perlahan-lahan ohh!'. And the kids are so cute too, kept waving and bye-byeing!
Our unexpected little trip wasn't all that smooth too. Before we realized, (until my mum phoned me twice) the sky has darken. We started to look for the 'exit to Pujut 4' the villagers told us. After asking a zillion times for directions, the 1st 'exit' was apparently through a field with grass as tall as me. The 2nd was a mud-path. Jen walked first and wham, the mud was so thick it went through her shoes and soaked her socks. I'm so sorry, jenny! Should have went in before you since I was the one hurrying to go home.
At our wits' end, we had to use the super long pathway we came. I was moaning about how am I supposed to explain to my mum, who thinks I'm walking from Pujut 3, almost reaching home. Jen was wailing about her mud-soaked socks. We were half-running back, yelling 'balik sudah, byebye!' to the laughing villagers. End of the day, we ran back to Jen's house and she drove me home. I received a lecture as expected while I quenched my thirst and ate bananas. =P
So much for my 1st day of the 3 months long holidays.
Here's a joke to cheer up those who are still suffering from exams.
Someone took a T-shirt, put on ironing board, switched on electric socket, started ironing, wondered why the shirt is still crumpled, gave up, switched off electric socket, lifted shirt off the board, wondered why the shirt is not hot at all..and finally instincts hit her - there is a BLACKOUT. Darn.

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