the trip back home

i had an interesting weekend.

i had the opportunity to jaulah (berjalan2) to my hometown with my medical colleagues, some of them are my bestest of friends and some i am not so close with. our troupe consisted of 13 people and 3 cars. since i was the only johorian around, i was supposed to be the lead.

haha, all this while, i travelled from johor to kuantan and back by bus except for the first time. and of course lah i slept throughout the 6-hour trip or at least berangan2 and fikir macam2. of course lah jugak tak sempat tengok alam sekitar. even if i did, i wouldn't have remembered it.

so, i ended up calling mak and ayah up several times. my geography is truly lousy. i cant even remember the roads in kuantan after 5 years here. i remembered the directions to my house mase sekolah menengah kot. even then i cant really describe it to others.

so, in my moments of doubt, my bestest of friends ni menambahkan lagi my doubt "betul ke jalan ni? betul ke?" i let out a sigh of relief every time we were on the right track. maybe sometimes a bit too relieved.

alhamdulillah we managed to arrive in jb and stop by at the UTM convocation festival. by the time everyone reached my house, everyone was flat and worn out.

the next morning, after a wonderful breakfast prepared by mak, we headed for amirah's house for her nikah event. i have never reached taman pulai indah before so i had to ask mak for directions. we made a wrong turn into kangkar pulai and tawaf 3 times at a roundabout. eventually, we reached her house. it was worth it seeing our friend getting married.

after that we wanted to go to mastura's walimah in bandar baru uda, jb. i'm not really familiar with the roads there but i have gone many times so its like dejavu. i cannot visualise the roads but when i reach there, only then can i figure out the roads. this doesn't really go well when you are in a convoy of 3 cars. the food there was great.

what was supposed to be a very enjoyable trip, became a stressful one for me because i felt responsible for our detours and missed wrong roads. and my friends kept rubbing it in lah kan.

moral of the story: belajar lah mengingati jalan because you can't rely on others all the time (or can i?)

i'm really glad that i was able to spend some time with kakyung, nibah, kakchik and nawaz. it helped to resolve my stress a lot. we all went to convo UTM that night and had a wonderful time shopping. sume org sumbat dalam kete honda city sebab nak jimat minyak. although our behinds are massive, we managed to squeze ourselves (3 girls and 2 ladies) at the back seat. huhu.

later that night, we watched a cd on "THE SECRET". mebe i'll write about it later.

the next day, there were 2 weddings that i attended. one was in BBU also, kakyung's colleague and the other one was ustazah kartini's son, at rumah alumi UTM (i'm so not having my kenduri there). we went to the 2nd one just before sending me off at larkin bus terminal so i was not really dressed up for the wedding. malu je jumpe sume org yg dikenali in baju t-shirt and pants at a wedding.

after 4 weddings, you kinda get an idea of how grand johorian weddings actually are, except yang pakcik makcik punye lah.

then, i went back to kuantan on the evening bus and arrived around 9pm only to have to go to the hospital to clerk patients for the ward round with dr murad this morning. the patient was reluctant to be clerked and i was able to ask a few questions only. the rest of the information was obtained from the case notes. i had to catch a ride back to the hostel with anyone available.

alhamdulillah ya Allah for allowing me to go back home and see my family, even for a short while.