"Tu pompan ke lelaki, b?"
"Pompan lah."
"Muhd Zaidi sey."
"Name lelaki dier gaknye. Dulu tarntah name dier Zainab ker."
"OH. Kau memperkotak-katikkan name nenek aku eh."
"Memperko - what?"
"Memperkotak-katik."
*blanks face*
"Takpe k baby. Go buy your meltz."

I swear he gives up on me sometimes. Though his malay is obviously better than mine and my english is WOAH-HIGH-OVER-THE-MOUNTAINS better than his; i still loves how he speaks perfect malay sometimes and although i understand, i still project a blank face. That makes him mad because he's seen my results and he knew i'm a higher malay student, and that means my command of the mother tongue language is better than an average being. And just for the record, i don't even know what an average being would be classifed as.

Yesterday was so tiring; i feel like i've walked from Singapore right to the middle of Old Trafford. Our little trips to top-up fuel at Johore was never this tiring before because we've got a two-wheeled vehicle supporting our weight and exhaustion. Yesterday however, we had to depend on our two little beautiful feet created by God, because the rest of the family tagged along.

The jumping up and down from buses just to stamp our passports was hectic. It made me thankful i'm a Singaporean because their system was much more organised and comfortable. Malaysia's immigration system was chaotic, so much so that Danial lost his temper. "Tolak tolak, aku terajang kepale dier kang. Jgn kater tak dapat masok Malaysia, nak pass gate tu pon tak boleh lah." But then again, he ALWAYS loses his temper. Need to get a hold of his head, that kid.

Reaching Larkin, we rushed to eat because it was "lunch-time" according to Ibu and we're all dead hungry. Kid and I didn't eat much because apparently, we had breakfast at Downwtown Macdonalds before we went off, something we didn't tell Ibu and Nenek. Oh wells, atleast i had fun watching Danial and Kid puffing away, and feeling like i should push Firman off that low railings. MUAHAHA. Bet you wished i'd have gotten run down by a train.

We went to Tok Alang's house at Kampung Datuk Sulaiman right after that; which got me wondering who this big-shot Datuk Sulaiman is to actually have a whole village named after him. (I'm never good at Singapore history, so i won't even try Malaysia's.) During that period, i realised what beautiful peace kampung life has, and how it seems so worry-free.

"Adek nak ice cream?"
"Nak."
"Ice cream ape nak?"
"Calung."
"Huh? Calung tu aper bende sak!"
"CONE LAH B. Calung tu cone."
"Maner aku tau sak! Calung...mampos sey."

I was damn proud of myself for that moment. I actually knew the meaning of that word and my dearest darling who claimed to be cucu Hang Tuah doesn't. I SHOULD RECEIVE A MEDAL FOR THIS.

After meeting plentiful of Kid's aunties and cousins, who indirectly are MY cousins as well (yes i'm related to my boyfriend, how fun), we head off to Giant for some shoppin and oh boy, that was the breaking point of my exhaustion. I collapse in the taxi Kid and I took after the end of it all. But as i held his hand in the cab, i knew despite whatever, we're prepared to go through it all, even if in the process, we might break down and cry.

I love you baby.

So as i once again hugged Ronaldo (the pillow people, not the man!), and typed all of this down, i'm getting ready for a raging war tomorrow at cafe. May the force be with us!

And may the bees disappear. Ack.