Travelog: Montreal Incident I

Once upon a time, I had a temporary housemate named Aadila. She is from Mauritius and sublet Ezzah's room at our apartment for a month. On a very random day, I came home and managed to bring up the subject Montreal to her. Somehow, we came to an agreement that we should visit Montreal together in the nearest time and we did!

I booked the bus tickets with Pajadin's credit card (to his knowledge and not too at the same time) and searched for a place to stay. I managed to find a site that is quite interesting to me because of the services it offers (the site has people advertising their places for people to stay for short period of time and seemed reliable to me). Since the plan was in such a short notice, most places were booked and I was left with a place that looks tiny but fine to just sleep and shower in at night. I was happy that the total traveling cost came up to around $60 for two nights stay.

Oh, my happy thoughts...

Our travel date was two days after my finals for late summer classes. On the day, I woke up at 6 to catch the bus at 7:30 am. On our way to the bus station, I realized that I left my phone on the bed... (Go me!) Luckily, the bus station is just 5 minutes walk from my house, so I ran home to fetch my precious but useless BB phone.

To be continued...

Burnt

I have a really bad sunburnt. I think it has been a while since I have been this 'tanned'.

It's annoying that it is a tad too obvious for me. I can practically see lines all over me, and I referred and described myself like a zebra to my mom and dad.

My parents pointed out that my nose is the worst in which I replied to:

'Hidong mancong lak bah, ya idong jak sunburn lebeh'.

In reality, I wore my glasses when I walked under the sun, and hence, the outlines and highlights on my nose... T_T

Uhh. When you can't do anything about yourself, make fun of it.

Miss

I miss writing whatever I want.
I miss typing every single letter, every single word.

Oh, I miss you blog.
I have plenty of things in my draft, but they're staying there.
Never gonna be published, never to be read by others, except me.

Babies

I absolutely love babies and I cannot deny it.

Whenever I see a tiny tot within my radius, I would steal quick glances and try to play with them from afar. There is quite a few times a baby would suddenly smile or laugh or stop crying even and left the parents to be confused for a short moment before finding the source of change of emotion. I would then pretend to act casual because I find little joy in such situation.

Those tiny hands, curious minds, brings me happiness.

I love it most when a baby comes to me and greet me with two hands, asking for a hug, instead of a hand, asking for a handshake. The babies in Ottawa greet me with the former. It's so cute that sometimes when they see me, they would come to me to say hi, instead of the other way round. A proof that I managed to steal their hearts. ;D

Currently, I am watching Appa Odiga (I blame Ninie for this).

It's a reality show about kids going for camping trips with their dads. I'm a sucker for kids, so, I can't stop watching it. My favorite would be Yoon Hoo because he is the kind of kid I would love to talk with (Sometimes, I think I like to play and talk with babies because I can avoid the adults... Heh). Coincidentally, he was the chubbiest too (I want chubby kids because they're cute) but he grew up already and is not so chubby anymore :( (Oh well, he's healthier now!).

Ahh, can I have babies now?

That reminds me of a friend that has just delivered a baby boy a few weeks ago. Her baby is so cute, I fell in love the second I laid my eyes on him. Hee. Anyways, she retold her experience delivering the baby right from the first contraction to after the baby was born. It's amazing and terrifying at the same time. Everything went well for her, alhamdulillah. The next few days, I visited her again, and she had huge eyebags and she looked so tired. I guess, it's the sacrifice you have to make when you become a mother.

Hmm. For now, I think I can wait to have my own babies and just play with others' kids.
Fun without all the responsibilities. :P

Abaya

I would have inserted a picture of me in abaya here but I don't have any. Heh.

So, last night was my first time ever wearing one, and it was borrowed from a sister because we wanted to go to the mosque for tarawih prayer. I didn't bring any proper clothing with me, hence, me in abaya...

It would be my first time ever to perform tarawih prayer in a mosque here as well. I didn't expect a lot of people but the mosque was full. With all the grannies praying on the chair against the wall, reminds me of my own nenek.

I miss tarawih prayers in Kuching. Every Ramadan, my dad and I would perform tarawih at different mosques every other night just because. It's just our thing. :)

Ahh, I miss Ramadan atmosphere in Kuching/Malaysia.