Sakit Dada

'Sakit Dada' is 'Chest Pain' in Bahasa Melayu.

It is early morning, both of my parents are going to work, while I am preparing to go to Kuala Lumpur.

I'm not just going to Kuala Lumpur, but also to KLIA and eventually, Japan again.

That morning would be the last time I would be able to see them.

I do hate goodbyes.

My dad, a government officer, always wore a matching tie pin to go with his tie.

That day, he happens to wore the biggest tie pin with the sharpest tip.

That is why when he hugs me goodbye, it felt like something sharp was stabbing through my chest.

It was painful and I hate it.

Then I hug my mother goodbye.

This one is painful too; my mother has a very strong grip that morning.

I was suffocating.

It was painful and I hate it.

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FUCK.

I cannot lie anymore.

The tie pin that my father wore;

it was very tiny and has a round tip.

... but my mother's strong grip was not fake.

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Route to Pasir Mas 2010

It was raining.

Ai-chan from Mezamashi TV said it is going to be a bright blooming morning, but it turns out kawaii Ai-chan is a liar.

Waited for the shuttle bus to take me to Nagoya International Airport.

It was raining, and I was coughing violently.

A Chinese couple was fighting beside of me.

Or maybe they're just having a loving morning chat.

How can I tell?

A Japanese couple talking to their baby in the tummy. The mother was probably 6-7 months in, but she wears a short skirt.

Maybe for easy delivery?

How can I tell?

I coughed violently, and both couples slowly moved away from me.

The girl sitting next to me on the shuttle bus was pretty cute, but I was coughing violently; no time for that shit.

1500 yen for the ride to the airport.

Went up to a soup restaurant to warm up before the flight.

Warm yummies.

The wide-mouthed Cathay Pacific stewardess said I can have the chicken or the beef.

Both are nice, but not what I wanted.

I wanted something to soothe my sore throat and violent coughing.

Passengers sitting in close proximity to me starts wearing masks.

Nagoya -> Hong Kong -> Kuala Lumpur -> Pengkalan Chepa

That is the route I'm taking.

This would be the my first time in Hong Kong.

The layout in the Hong Kong Airport (don't know the official name) was very confusing.

The directional boards directs people to go round and round.

And they set body temperature monitors (where they could easily detect travelers with abnormal body temperatures) on the way to the transit station.

I don't want to be quarantined in Hong Kong.

This is a dangerous place: Jackie Chan is going to make a mess of this place; cars with explosives are going to crash into the airport and Jackie Chan is going to kick a lot of people from his own ethnicity.

Sometimes he smack white and black people too, just for Asian pride.

But thankfully, Jackie Chan is too old for fun chaos, he now sings Chinese Ballads.

He is a fucking legend, no one can outdone him!

Taking inspiration from my idol, I bought a cold Coke, and rub it all over my face.

I did it for 5 minutes in the toilet.

I gave the Coke to this kid who was staring at me the whole time I was preparing for this undercover.

I walk with a healthy pose. I smile with a big healthy smile, controlling my breathing rhythm, not to break a cough in front of the body temperature sensors.

Success in fooling Hong Kong Airport health monitors: Checked.

I don't remember much of what I did during my Hong Kong - Kuala Lumpur flight.

Although Couple Retreat was a fun movie, I slept the whole way to KL.

So did the Japanese salaryman sitting beside of me. He was reading a Japanese magazine covering golf resorts in Malaysia.

Pro golfers does not deserve the high winning moneys.

With something as boring as hitting a ball with a stick with the ultimate purpose to lead it into a small hole.

Still, Happy Golfing in Malaysia.

The air felt warmer as the plane docks into KLIA.

Then I met Afifi and his wife Fariza, waiting to get off that same plane from Hong Kong.

The newly-leds are my old buddies during our Japanese Language Preparation Program days.

Afifi looked healthier than usual (he is usually sick all the time), and Fariza, happy and cute like always (haven't seen her for the past 6 years!)

I am very glad and happy for them.

I wish them a successful ceremony and a happy marriage life.

Afifi have never asked me for internet links of crazy Japanese porn fetishes, different from my other Muslim friends.

So he must be OK.

I guess he gets his fix somewhere else.

気まずい妄想。

(笑)
I ate Nasi Lemak and Milo Panas inside KLIA: RM18.

With that kind of cheap taste, this one is definitely over-priced.

I rode MAS for my KLIA-Pengkalan Chepa flight.

But I did not get peanuts like everyone else.

Maybe because I was coughing violently all the way?

I arrived in Kelantan without a voice. It was hot and I was sweating like George W Bush when he's getting fried in hell.

But it was OK.

My plane did not crash into the oblivious depth of the ocean nor did it explode mid air into a frenzy case of fire, detonation, horror and death.

My health took a deep dive into the ocean of sickness, but I am back in my hometown.

Time to see the doctor.

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the day i lost me some voice

I am writing this at my home in Pasir Mas. Today is the Akikah ceremony of my brother's first child, and there is a lot of people (mostly relatives) in the house, coming to see the new baby and greet the new parents.

I'm a bit tired now, so I am going to write about the day I lost my voice, just one day before coming back home.

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It was a bright day, the last day of working before I get an early Golden Week Holiday and went home to Pasir Mas.

I was so excited that my morning boner is stronger and stiffer compared to the usual ones.

I mean I can't wait to work hard again, close as many cases before I go home with minimal job concerns.

I am pumped.

Arrived at the office 30 minutes earlier than I usually did.

The Chief of Department, who usually comes in 30 minutes earlier than everyone else is the only person at desk, so I went to greet him a good morning.

Smiling, I said:

..... !!!

Nothing comes out.

Then after a couple of tries, I managed to ' vomit out ' a very high pitched but in low volume, of a Ohayougozaimasu. ( means good morning in polite/formal Japanese )

I realized that something is really wrong here, but I just don't know what to do.

I went to my desk and did some preparations for some experiments that I plan to do that day.

Time passes by, and I was interrupted by the secretary with the phone:

Ali-San, there is a Mr. Xxx from Company X on line for you.

He said there is a trouble that he wants to complaint about.

Translation: some other people fucked up, but it is your job to clean it up.

Damn how am I able to turn shit into diamonds with this voice of mine?

Well, by screaming like a lonely priest when told that little boys are no longer available to them.

I screamed to my customers.

Then I screamed to my boss.

Then I screamed to vendors who was the source of the fuck-up, I screamed to protect the company.

I don't know why, but somehow the customer who seemed angry at first, turned into a yes-men, agreeing with all my suggestions on how to un-fuck the situation.

Didn't expect this to work well, but I somehow learned a new skill.

My balls grows larger, it is beautiful.

Then I go home, and start packing my bags.

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Going to stop writing now, there is a huge women that I don't really recognize, wearing lots of bling2, that's coming towards me to ask me when am I going to get married.

This is one fuck-up I don't know how to handle.

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