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I don't look good blonde.

Kaklong: Adik, jom kita pi Pulau Aman.
Me: Nak buat apa pi tengok polis?

OK. saya konfius. yang tu Bukit Aman. Pulau Aman is actually one of the mini islands around Penang. Yes. I never knew that. I think, there's a feri named after it... but how would I ever know it's existence? 

photo taken from here
I do know some other small islands around here like Pulau Jerejak and... and... and... ok. failed. 


Nephew: Makcik, baba ajak p Sedim
Me: Malas laa.. nak buat apa. Mak, depa nak p Sedim buat apa?
Mak: Tgk tanah.
Brother: Siap! cepat
Me: OK la.

Bila semua orang dah siap. 

Me: Eh?! Awat semua orang pakai mcm nak p jogging ja?
Nephew: Yala, nak mandi ayaq terjun, makcik taktau ka?
Me: hmmph! (cepat2 grab another shirt and pants)

Brother: Mai ayaq terjun pakai punya raget
Me: fine, next time org bawak pelampung. 

fuh, tgk budak zaman skrg... ke air terjun mcm ke kolam renang.
siap pakai goggles. mainan pantai. heh... 

haih... dah besar2 dah anak menakan.


Ok. semua orang tau ka kat Sedim ada air terjun? Maybe I should know because I'm orang utara. I do know some other waterfalls like Bukit Hijau and Hutan Lipur, though.

Masa tingkatan 3 dulu, subjek geografi hanya best sebab boleh kaler peta. hahaha. ok, padan muka. tempat sendiri pun tak kenal. 


Haish... this is not good. when it comes to geography, I feel like a blonde. hahaa... tak boleh jadi ni. 



Comments

JelinaJoli said…
aku failed pasal penang. sumpah! tell me where's te biggest shoppng mall in penang. megamall saja i tau ok!!


penang ada times square eh?

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