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Much-Loved Moments

* Talking ‘philosophy’ with Gary under the stars after a hard days work.

* Singing old 90’s corny songs with Wan in the car.

* Looking at Iman sleep. (she actually looks innocent enough)

* Going for a movie with Waipz. Only.

* Staring at the millions of stars from in a boat. Or anywhere else for that matter.

* Hugging San.

* Looking at old pics.

* Rummaging through old bags and taking out old, sentimental stuff that makes u cry n laugh at the same time.

* Walking in the dark surrounded by nature.

* Drinking teh tarik and reading the papers, yelling, "LIGHTS OFF IN TEN MINS!" to the participants every ten mins.

* Reading the Quran.

* Joking around with Mama.

* Laughing at Mama.

* Talking to the ‘canteen auntie’s’/Mak angkats.

* Asking Yasin to swing me from the hammock.

* Looking at ppl smiling at me.

* Hugging nenek.

* Seeing Iman’s scrawly writings of ‘Hannah’ on the walls at home. And (some of em), with a flower beside it.

* Laughing with Shermaine and Yean after a loooooong time.

* Having a decent/not-so-decent conversation with San.

* Singing with San.

* Getting ready to go out with Waipz.

* Meeting new ppl and being loved.

* Looking in the mirror, and smile.

I’ve learned many things during the Petronas programme. It feels weird to be in a different position. Back then I’ve been to countless programmes and camps, workshops, everything and I was the participant. Now role reversal mode. Feels funny yet…exciting in a way.

So now ppl address me as ‘Kak’ even though some of ‘em are probably older than me. I met peeps from Kedah, Penang, and Perak. Met wonderful ppl from UTP. Met Wan, my colleague. Met ambitious, hardworking, sincere teachers. Met Soolian, Shukreen. Met the forest ranger, the ever-so-patient foresters and the suka-mengacau-ku, Zul, the boatman.

It’s the second job but the first one’s with South Africans so I really wouldn’t know how the locals would perceive me. But really, life is so ultimately gorgeous. Wan turned out to be the big brother I never had. Gary’s like daddy no.2 and hey, the UTP students aren’t all that whacked up geeky dudes we all assume to be after all. Haha. They’re nuts I tell you.

Im, (I know u like me. It’s too obvious. LOL) the crazy photographer to takes pics of ppl when they’re not noticing. The ‘pembersih’. He gives ‘inspiring’ lectures on the cleanliness of the toilet everyday. It’s all the faci’s could do to hold our laughter at the back of the dewan. Im darlin, we DO take cleanliness seriously. *MUAHAHAHAHAHAH* "lubang tandas kecik sgt kot!!!"

Tun Hanif, as christened by me and Key, Mr. ‘Hot Stuff’. Bakal-bakal isteri dia berlambak. FUH. Eh, empat skali boleh kan? *nyehehe*

Hazim, Kak Kema- org yang paling lembut dan bersopan-santun. Berbudi bahasa. Sgt disayangi olehku.

Khaled- respect you habis ‘bang’. The leader, he’s an inspiration to me. Kalau boleh I nak kahwin org mcm u lar. BuKAN U tau, org MCM u :P. Imam bila solat, takes initiative when it comes to responsibilities. Walaupun kekurangan itu serba ada (siapa takde kan), he’s possibly the most confident person I know. Despite everything. Khaled, u RAWK!

Koul-U org Sudan. U org banyak baik. I heart u bro. Boleh puasa masa programme. *pui fuk*

Eena, Key, Syieffa- "Pesanan dari penaja-Tolong makan lebih cepat dan mulut tu jaga siket eh." lol. RIndu u all byk byk dah.

Mr. Bong, the translator- I takkan marah u lagi lar. Punye lar baik hati budak ni masa Blind Trail. Biar budak tu jatuh dlm longkang. JGn BAGI TAU ada longkang depan dia! Aduhaaai che bang ni..

Faci’s and coordinators for ‘Our World’ with PETRONAS programme.

It was great. Participants was wonderful. I even hv this lil form 2 kid from Langkawi who msges me till today. Tanya ‘akak dah mkn ke belum’ and all that. Makes u realize the simplicities yet how much that effect of being nice can affect one so much. It’s all simple, really. Keep in touch. No two-faced crap bout it, no wall in front of u to put up being ‘cool’ or ‘updated’. These ppl I’ve met were tremendously mediocre in every way. No need to dress in a particular way, or to think this or that way’s cool. Such individualism. Yet so intellectual. The way they think, how they’d like to learn, God. They surprise me with the ques they ask. Ppl here would rather hide then sound stupid and act all ‘lookatmelookatme-fied’ ‘howcoolami’. It’s disappointing how I end up comparing city ppl to the ones in who live outside the Klang Valley. Oh, we KNOW who’s sincere, we know who’s nice. We know a put up facade when we see one.

The teachers that joined the trip were wonderful. I met counsellors and hv learned so much from them. There was this teacher who was constantly smiling- such a pleasant smile on his face, with the wrinkles beside his eyes. En Zainal Abidin. And En. Hj. Tarmizi. They’d talk to me and Wan bout their jobs. Walaupun dah habis sekolah (me), its like now I truly understand the role of counsellors in schools. How important they are. Their level of patience and understanding is absurd. I’d prob hit the child within the first two mins of the session. LOL.

Hey, the kids loved me though. *grins*

Ah well, Pak Chu was just oh-so-bloody awesome. And so’s his wife. Great ppl, great ppl I tell u. The perks on being in this job. I love it.

Wan was…well, Wan. Awesome dude. Smart Ass. Hardworking. Loves bullying me though. Jaga you Wan….

N oh yeah, a word of warning- never tell the participants your real age when they ask. When ur 18 lar. Cuz some would be older than you. N if they’d find out then respect pun ‘kureng’ lar kan. Haha. And with the help of my fellow UTP-ians, I ended up being 24 one day, and married at 22 with two kids another. And apparently with a very loving husband to take care of ‘em while I’m away. *PFFT* telan je lah korang..and I thought I was gullible.

Ah well, next is Endau-Rompin. No, not Selai. The other side. It’s adults though. I’ve never really handled them in a big bunch. INsya-Allah it’ll go well. Next month. I’m really in DIRE need to get away from Klang now. Detest city life. The ppl. The fakes. Not all lar, but I dare say, most. Ppl always wanna be ‘cool’ here. So fake lah you all. Get a life. Tsk. No, there are NO WAVES in Port Klang. So those three quarter surfer shorts won’t be of any apparent use to you. Haijo. *rolls eyes*

Siket-siket to boleh lar..but pray it doesn’t ‘help’ you appear stupid.

So anyway it’s night time now. Toodles.

I’m a certified walking talking catastrophe. Or driving talking catastrophe

So just like any other normal day I was picking Iman up from school with mama’s Volvo. Kereta punya lar besar. Dan panjang. So parking time, (nih lar part yang mcm nak rak punya aku belajar) I was like, "Ok hannah, u gotta put the car UP. Nanti kena kereta papa lagi dier marah." Apparently I thought I was being noble ok, such a thoughtful daughter. Sekali kena bapak punya kereta dah cukuplah kan takkan nak risk lagi kot. But apparently NOT larh. The car dah di-park dengan sengetnya so I asked my lil sister to get out first. THEN I ter-press then minyak terlebih kot. Ya Allah punyalah BENGONG.

The car rammed straight to the wall, INto the drain.

That’s it larh, dead. DEAD I tell u, I’d rather DIE.

So yes, I yelled for Iman to call papa and started crying. He came out shouting and yelling and blah blah blah. I said sorry but duh, of course it didn’t cut it. Dah nak buat apa, the front part of the car’s in the longkang ready what. Dahlah Volvo tu berat giler. I can’t even get out cuz my side of the door’s right beside the wall.

I wasn’t half weeping u know, just crying. Not sobbing, though I know I should be. So I tried, (just to appear really guilty) but apparently one can’t force oneself in such a havoc situation you know. Tsk. Extra body f.y.i.

(The car looks bad. Like a lopsided piece of terung. Eh Volvo look like terung what. Long long like that. MUAHAHAHA)

Soo..yada yada yada..I went up to my room. Then only felt the sakit hati-ness. But not SO sad lar, cuz now I hv a reason to not drive anymore. HAHAHAH. Gawd I loathe being asked to drive. There’s a reason why I didn’t want to take my license in the first place U KNOW. *rolls eyes*

The neighbour from behind came and we heaved and pushed the car back to it’s position with his four-wheel drive and well, good lar. Not so bad. Few scratches and front light there pecah lar. Nothing really MAJOR u know. But kinda bad also right……*meekly* I spent half the day in my room. My body was aching with guilt and such sadness it hurts wei. I’d prefer physical pain to hurt anytime. Dahlah I ni bengong punye budak, emotional giler. SECOND bloody time. Skali cukup ah kalau accident, just for a wrap up. Tapi tsk, terlebih rezeki kot. Lol.

Was in my room when papa knocked the door. (I fell asleep crying. It’s an excruciatingly exhausting job u know) But that’s my dad, he marah giler-giler pun he’ll end up saying sorry or try to comfort us. He just patted me roughly and said, "Takpe ok, now u know.." and something else bout minyak and break that I can’t quite catch cuz I wasn’t facing him what (Queen of Merajuk) My persistency’s equivalent to a baby’s. HAH. That bad. No compromise, nothing. Papa just kissed my cheek and said the worst thing possible that could come out from his mouth.

"Don’t stop driving ok."

OMFG. He left the room. He left me open-mouthed. I wanted to cry again weeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiihhhhhhhh!!!!

Maybe I should saw my legs off or something. Is there any way to get that man lose faith in my unpredictablirrasionalirreverentsuicidal driving skills? Any suggestions? I doubt I can sprain my foot for life.

So that’s that. *huge sigh* I’ll stick to manning that chug-chug-toot-toot lar. Unless there’s someone arranging his suicidal attempt on the railway tracks, I doubt I’d be able to create any more problem with the modes of transportation. I am in DIRE need of an aspirin here. Purple hair. I woke up and looked in the mirror. Felt like Marilyn Monroe. I look like a freakin FISH. BLAH.

Oh and Transformer’s a total waste of time. I was honestly trying to look interested or rather, really trying to concentrate so I can keep up with the storyline but damn funny lar. The robots keep posing and saying ‘Megatron.’ Or Megathron. Something like that. I ended up changing my seating positions every 5 mins. Shahman was like, ‘Action in front, comedy at the side’. Ass. I thought Surf Up’s boring but really, this is waaaaay beyond boring-ity. At least the penguins were cute. *Shrugs*

I’m waiting for those romantic British comedies you know, like Love Actually or Something’s Gotta Give (though that’s the US) but I guess it’s not a big thing now compared to those ridiculously frightening scared-the-shit-outta-me horror and action movies. Not a big fan of em. Was watching Arnold Shwazeneggar’s (however you spell it) ‘Predator’ the night before and heck, that’s even better than Trans-for-freaking-mers. I nih typical girl larh Flowers, chocolates, books, poems..the whole works.

Can’t wait to go Perak. This Sunday. I NEED to get outta here.

"Don’t stop driving ok?"

*WAILS*