me in amsterdam 8-12 Nov

i'Mmm baCkkk!!!

SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN...

yeah i know it's a little bit too late to say that but i was away a week before raya, my cheque to go to Ams was not cleared on the day it s'pose to but i'm back..yep.

DAY ONE

On the first day i breathed Amsterdam air, i ventured Schiphol Airport alone without knowing where to go next. Luckily, Hollanders speak perfect English and dats how i found my hotel in Appololaan street ( i tot my hotel was near the airport). being tricked to take an expensive C240 compressor as my taxi, the hotel was actually in downtown area. i assumed Appololaan street was a posh area, looking at the magnificient bungalows and canals nearby..oh! so beautiful! i was so amazed at their architectures..big windows old fashion buildings...cool air (ahuh! 5 pieces of clothing inc. my long johns)..friendly and helpful Amsterdam ppl...(funny! history told me otherwise)

touched base at the hotel and was depending entirely on the book that i read and a map, i braced myself to Dam Square to hunt for souvenirs. and a lot of tourist attractions are located around the vicinity. still fasting that day, i took a tram that cost me EURO1.60 and acted like a true tourist never shy to ask the tram controller to tell you where the hell is Dam Square. ( the tram actually displayed the street's name, everytime it stops- in DUTCH!!)So the whole day starting around 10 ish up to 4 ish, i was at Dam Square and fortunately found the Red Light District accidentally! I got a chance to peek into the Sex Museum for 2EUR and boy! whatta museum hehehe >:) . I went around and after taking some photos, bought my loved ones some souvenirs (err not THAT from the RLD, ok but from Dam street)..smelled weeds that ppl smoked, i was down tired and jet lagged!!

At the hotel, i took my first shower and tried to nap before breaking fast with my serunding daging, maggi and sandwiches that Ashraff (MAS Steward - tapau-ed me). so nippy nappy and wallah! I woke at 3 am the next day...thinking i was on my bed at home..then i realises that i was still fasting and imagine breaking fast and sahur at the same time aAhhahah!!!

DAY TWO

still up and about and restless, i watched Dutch MTV until Subuh. then i dozzed off again before going to my conference around 11. thought i wanna continued fasting, but the cold made me broke it during lunch time. tawakkal ajelaaa cos i ate veges and salmon and cod fish - with white rice. the conference was ok, i found my 2 consultants from Malaysia and a Singaporean. before it finished at 7, i was back at my room an hour before to sleep (probably still jet lagged!) Christie, my "pakcik" there invited me to experience Briyani somewhere near Leidseplein street. it was so cold that i puffed out some fog...(ye ke fog?) kewl eh...found HRC Amsterdam but pakcik always behaved like pakcik. since Sathis would like to "see" the RLD which i found accidentally yesterday, i never got a chance to go to HRC Amsterdam as the pakciks were walking stiffly, mind went numb (after we were lost to find that RLD- hahaha!)and already i can't feel my own legs and toes.

retired early back in my room, and out of curiousity, i accidentally pushed some Pay TV button which nearly cost 14 EUR. it was s'pose to be a movie channel...but heh...plus that bonus porn channels aHAhhaha..luckily without any sounds...so i was not charged..budus siott! sibbaik takyah baya!! budusss...

DAY THREE

Conference started as early as 9. took my breakfast at Roberto's an Italian restaurant which served plenty of breads, butters, 3 kinds of milk, omellete and cornflakes...then another boring argumentative issues brought up. malas nak citer arr kang jadik report keje plak.at nite, pakcik Christie, Sathis and I met up Christie's friend and we had dinner at another Italian Street somewhere near their hotel. relax! i ate some stupid looking italian rice which i can't stand its taste...and drank plain water.DAY FOURi walked briskly around the hotel compound and breathe my final Amsterdam air....before i went back to Schiphol...before i bought another set of souvenirs for ppl who are dear to moi and before another 12 hour boring flight...11 Nov - 7 amtouched base at KLIA...text P and he immediately text back...thanks P...you mean a lot to me to move on...am always grateful for your tips and help, and concern...hired a Daewoo limo and was asleep as soon as it moved...HOME - the whole family was excited to see me (or was it the souvenirs?) still i missed somebody so much that day...but he doesn't seems to care whether I exist or not...wonder why? he hates my gut? he simply hates me? already bought him something. but he doesn't seem to want to know about me. so why bother?

hmm...anyway...here I am. all refreshed and ready to brace another interesting facts of life.HUJAN EMAS DI NEGERI ORANG, HUJAN BATU DI NEGERI SENDIRI, BAIK LAGI DI NEGERI SENDIRI...

p/s: Tapi kat Mesia panas gilos, traffic gila babas, public transportation sux and KLites are mostly mindless and care less - kiasu... tapi it's still my home.