Airport Is My Hotel.

Marseille Provençe Airport,Marseille,France.



Manises International Airport,Valencia,Spain.



Barajas International Airport,Madrid,Spain.



Pearson International Airport,Toronto,Canada.



Calgary International Airport,Calgary,Canada.

I don't want to releasing my pictures because I've noticed that some religion fascist rascals are viewing my blog,and I'm so damn tired to read fascist comments.Please,por favor.I'm jet lag,I'm tired in quarantine area,being questioned like a criminal inside,about swine flu just because I'm a Canadian.My dad didn't speak Spanish so I have to translate for him.

But there's always a silver lining in the clouds.Although it's sold out to watch Real Madrid-Barcelona,I still available to buy some merchandise,but I bought the Barcelona one.Santiago Bernebeu is awesome,it's huge and there's a lot people coming there just to see Real Madrid being humiliated by my dream boyfriend sexy hunky favorite football manager Josep Guardiola.Go go Barcelona,but Celtic will always come first.

I'm glad that Celtic won the match against Alex Ferguson's previous club Aberdeen.And the best part is Scott MacDonald scores his 50th goal in Celtic green and white hoops shirt.

Celtic win,yaay!
Barcelona win,yaay!
Man United win,boo..

By the way merci beaucoup to all beautiful people in Marseille,muchas gracias to people in Valencia and Madrid,and say hello with tonnes of work when I return back to Election Canada Calgary Office this Tuesday.And the jet lag headache,it's was cracking up!

So please,I don't need any fascist comments here.Por favor,gracias.

A Call at 3am In The Morning.

A call awakes me,I'm looking at my clock,it was 3am in the morning.What the fuck?With lazy eyes I picked up the phone.

Ez:Hey,it's 3am in the morning.Who is this?

And suddenly it was my eldest brother,Shahril a.k.a. Aril a.k.a. Along.With his nervous and worried voice,plus his voice like,shaking or something.Very chaotic tone.

Aril:Angah,my house is on fire!My house is on fire!

My jaw dropped like Oh My God!I opened up my eyes widely to fight infinite sleepiness and listens to him very carefully.

Ez:Did you call fire department?Police?Anything?

Aril:Of course I call them first,then I call you.Please inform my parent-in-law that Citra is on peril.She's trapped on fire!

I'm even shocked when listening from Along.Without wasting a second,I'm going straight and knocked my dad's room.

Papa!Papa!Aril's house is on fire!Wake up!

My dad is a very calm person.Although he's calm,he's kinda worried.His son Shahrul/Arul/Usu,his daughter Sherina/Elly/Achik and his wife Sophia died.I don't think he didn't want to lose another family member.

He picked Aril's call,and tell him to calm down.Remember,Allah will always there for you.

Papa:Don't worry.Call fire department and meanwhile,save anything important from fire.Your passports,IDs,everything.

Aril told my dad that he didn't have a time to save anything,including his wife Citra.He tried to awakes Citra but he failed.

My dad said "hang up,Aril.I'll call your parent in law."

And then here comes Citra's parent.Very,very worried for Citra.

Adryan,Citra's cousin also here.They're waiting the news from Aril patiently.

And for me it's a very dramatic situation when Aril describes what happen to him at London,Ontario,Canada,which is 2,000 miles from Calgary,Alberta,Canada.

I felt so nervous.And my dad tells him,

"Don't worry,we'll pray for you.Just relax,ok?"

As my dad put the phone down.A SMS was received at my dad's phone.

"Haha.April Fool dad,Ez!-Aril"

What?APRIL FOOL?3 am in the morning??

Everyone is like,pissed off with Aril.Everyone's faces is like,"Damn you eternally,Aril!".Curses keeps on going as Citra's family return back to home.

If you want to create a joke,why on 3am?

A very cruel dumbass brother.

March 9th is 5 days to go.5 more days to be older.

With a map behind me,I really feel that I'm a Zapatistas terrorist.

Well finally my brother's honeymoon's leave finally over.He with his wife a.k.a. my sis-in-law Citra,going to London(it's not in England,it's Canada).

And I'm all alone in this house,again.

Haha,I don't know.Why suddenly I become soooo rebelious,anti establishment,anarchist,socialist?HAH?Yeaahh baby rebel!Power struggle!Yeaahh!

Still counting,still counting.As from now,it's 1.57am here,

it's 4 days 22 hours and 3 minutes.
it's 424,980 seconds.
it's 7,083 minutes.
it's 118 hours.

TO BE 23rd YEARS OLD!!

Still dorky.Still corny.Still horny(oopss!),still the same old me.

I'm so damn bored,popcorn and coke and a good movie is ideal right now.What is my great movie right now to watch?

Lucky Number Slevin seems good?



...or something romantic like 10 Things I Hate About You?



well,I'll decide later.Meanwhile,gonna grab ice-cream from the ice-box.

Good night guys.


Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-shi.