156. ReBirth...

...Of D Nu Pocket
tte tajuknyer cam gempak jer kan,
tp sebenornyer pocket yang sekian
lama tidak bertalian hayat ini kembali
berinternet dirumah...
Which means that i have more and more
time to bloghopping, make new friends,
reads more and more of your writings...
and look at photo's u're putting on your
page.
(For the past three month, it was me and the CC infront of Kurico...)
hell it was...

Rebirth tu macam ganaz jer bunyiknyer...
tp pocket just tukar langsir baru jer...
nanti akan ada beberapa lagi pertukaran.
tp yg pastinya semangat dalam ati dah berubah!!
wuhuuuuu!!!

happynyer bleh online kat umah...

155. Rebirth...

Pocketeers sekalian kalau perasan kat sebelah tu ada tertulih sejak jumaat,
'Tgh dok reply comment dari computer free kat TM Net.
Pathetic kan...i know!!'
tak, bukan nyer pocket tak der wit sampai
nak komen kat blog pocketeers sekalian kat
TM Net yg provide internet free kat tiang tu
since mereka tahu yg keja mereka lambat
dan akan membuat pelanggan mereka tertunggu
tunggu.
tak...

tp pasal pocket nak gi tanya sikit camana ngan
kes pocket nyer akaun tu yg dah berkurun lama
tak buleh nak online atas alasan tak der port.
seems like memang tak der port sunggoh...
abang yg handle my case actually mentioned
'humm barunya tpt ni punya port nii'
ada tertulis aribulan installation of the port kat
situ la kot ...

anyway...
according to them, i'm going to have my lifeline
on the 7th of April...
lets just hope they are right and true,
cause it will be a rebirth of the pocket!!!!

mana kayu panjang tadi?
nak kait buang ketupat basi tu hoh!!

154. Smile...

She..
..was wearing a dark colour shirt, long sleeve with white lining on the side.
It was quite tight showing her outline like u'r looking on a silhouette of a naked girl.
Walking carefully inbetween the seats, trying hard not to bump on people's head.
Economy cabin seats, what do u expect?
The waist end was short. Short enough till u can see her 8packs.
But in her case its not 8 packs.. cause she was quite plump or meaty but not fat.
enough to see her belt gripping into her flesh.
Her low waist jeans was rediculously low.
so low that the top of her V-Line was visible to her audience, drooling.
My seat was at her 8 o'clock.
the view when she was taking her seat
was too grotesque for me to explain here.
lets just say the scenery kept on flashing in
my mind like a nightmares.

He..
..was wearing a comfortable cotton trousers.
Not slack or denim, not even khakis or cargo pants.
Its those cheap track suit like cotton trousers.
Just like what nyonya in GC would wear to
kangkong farm in the evening.
A brown t shirt with collar white hair,
white beard like he forgotten to shave this morning.
minding his big ass obediently following his daughter
not realising that she's the main attraction of the whole flight.
He sits on a different rows from his daughters seat.
Rows on the right hand side. Isle seats.
Well the show ended when she sits, no more candy for my eyes...
but i couldnt help it to notice that the father was a little awkward
in his seat. CabinCrew handing out nuts and candy bar,
he would turn back to his daughter asking wether he's alowed to take em.
He was happy to have the drinks,
but her daughter forbid him from taking the milo.
would make his tummy hurt was the reason.

The flight..
.. was from penang to KL at 645am,
the sun rises from our left window somewhere in ipoh. (i think)
He was at my 2 0'clock, just infront of my seat.
Happily enjoying his pink guave when the source of all light came to shine,
he turned and smiled.
The old man was smiling, as sincere as u can ever witness a smile.
His eyes is either watery out of happiness or the sunlight was too bright for him.
He is an old man with teeth randomly missing and wrinkles decorated his seasoned face.
But yet i swear to you that his smile was beautiful.
i dont care about the sunrises anymore,
His smile was my sunrise that morning.
But what disturb me was his seat. it was an isle seat.
He was expanding his neck peeking through people's window
to enjoy his view. His daughter should have gotten him the window seat.

And somehow the scene when DruBerimor's
elbow got hit by the drink trolley from the
Wedding Singer came to my mind. I
t was her first time flying but her BF insist
to stay on the Window seat.
What a cruel thing to do to a first flyer.
Have a heart la!! (DrYan ingat tak filem ni?)

Most us definitely have once or more flew,
Some of us is not that lucky.
I myself still fancy flying.
If u ever fly with a first timer..
Give him or her the window seat please.
If the ticket was to be the isle seat, a little ...
'excuse me sir, but my father is a first time flyer,
can u let him have your seat? it would mean much
to him and to me' ... will not hurt.
Pocket yg emo tak tentu pasal:_D

153. Jauh oooo...

First of all, pocketeers..
mintak mahap la bebanyak kerana tidak mengupdate
sekerap selalu kebelakangan ni, kebizian melanda dan
internet connection pocket masih lagi belum bersambung.
(Remember 147. PocketYgPatahJari?)
Teramat la tensen nyer sebab rasa ketinggalan jer,
rasa sunyi pun ada gak,
rasa cam orang yg membuang hajat besar tp tak abih.
yes, pocket memang berhajat.
berhajat nak beli laptop,
dan nak online 24/7
cam bangun tetengah malam (Baik dengan bantuan jam ataupun mimpi ngeri)
dan post about the dream i just had.
Most probably the post will be like tis...
'pocket mimpi, jalan jalan, banyak air, banyak hutan,
ada awek... kebaya.. ada nepal... tgh masak roti tempayan,
ada optimis prime, tengah menyabit rumput...'
even though i know u guys will not be interested to read those ...
tp kalau pocket ada laptop dan broadband celc0m tuh,
maybe i would.

so pocketeers sekalian,
just nak post kejap bagi tau kater...
pocket nak gi johor besok.
landing kat Changi kul 1020...
pusing kat jurong jap,
gi tido kat hotel di johor.
besok nyer pusing pusing lagi...
balik penang ngan flight 1920 dr Kay Ell Ai Ey
(Sapo sapo in the same flight? lets meet^^)
heharapnya pocket ada masa nak citer anything about
my trip there on sunday for your monday sugar.
harap harap nya....