i see butterflies with pistols

EPISODE TWO OF CHRISTMAS BREAK

Day Two, Three and Four

-taki and i got into shopping mode and went into almost every shop to do a survey a.k.a nak book baju la konon dan menaruh harapan harga akan turun 50% on boxing day.

-picked up intan n friends. sorry intan. memang takle nak tahan kencing sesampai airport so i was in the mode of botol hunt.

-on day four i couldnt resist anymore. i saw 5pounds on the rack and grabbed whatever i think i liked. changing rooms dah tak main laa.

Day Five, 25th Dec

-macam sial ja satu manchester. walking in the city was like an experiece from Dawn of the Dead. there wasnt any bus on the streets and nando's pon tutup?? apa ni??

Day Six, Boxing Day

-hahahHAHAHA this is i think the most remembered day on my manchester trip. okay, i didnt tell anyone about this just to give the fellow readers the juiciest scoop. sorry taki intan niki..

-so anyways, intan and the gang woke up extremely early to box leaving us sleeping. taki then berkelam kabut to pick niki up. so i was basically left alone. and i took my own sweet time berlalalashowering since intan texted me there werent too many people boxing.

then things happenned. i didnt want to take the bus because as taki said, 'bus charge mahal gila masa boxing day!' so i strutted with confidence and i thought, 'piece of cake, we walked all over town yesterday.' and i strutted and strutted and - 'hey. apsal aku tak sampai-sampai lagi ni? i thought it took us less time yesterday than this. but everything still seemed familiar.'

until i reached the train station. which supposed to be nuts. (direct translation - kacang laaa). but its the other side of the train station. backside la kot. so i walked straight and at this point i totally depended on signboards. hahah because i didnt feel like going back and start all over again. piece of cake right? manchester isnt that big. and im walking so that means i'm not that lost. plus, the signboards are showing city center so that means i'm still not in city center.

i came to this tunnel and hell - scary berry okay?? very few cars and absolutely dimmed lights. okay, now i'm neither strutting nor walking. its called scramble. yes i was scrambling. and oh was i glad to be at the end of the tunnel because finally - sunlight! but to find an industrial area - huh?? so i stood there for two whole minutes figuring out - where the hell am i??

SHEFFIELD STREET was on the sign. there were two roads - one going into another tunnel and i think that was the way to the carpark and the other was going further more into the industrial area. ooookay. the sign to city center showed to go further into the industrial area but i really think i'm making a seriously big round of manchester.

should i go across the carpark and get out through the train station? but carparks are dangerous!

or should i just go into the kilangs area? when will i ever be in city center?

i am soooo not going back for what it is worth!

ugh. think!!!

and then, there came this car from the car park and stopped around 50 meters in front of me.

okay lized. time to go and ask.

but.. what if he's a pervert raper? or a psychotic serial killer? or a desperate robber who takes advantage of a lost foreigner? or even worse - he just simply doesn't care???

and when i walked past the car, i saw he was digging something at the back seat. fucking hell. i decided to walk away. the car then went into one of the factories and came out 3 minutes later and he looked at me. i guess he could smell the strong aroma of confusion and indecisiveness coming out from me.

ugh what the fuck. i should give him the benefit of the doubt!

me : ermm excuse me. you know which way should i take to get to city center?

driver : there * gesturing the creepy tunnel* . come, i'll take you there.

me : yea, you'd do that? thanks.

in the car ;

driver : so what are you doing back there?

me : figuring my way out.

driver : you do know that that was a red area, right?

me : what?? seriously?? nooo. no. omigosh. i was following the sign..

and then he asked couple of random questions like what was i doing in manchester.. blablabla. then he dropped me off at the bus station telling me which way to take and everything.

driver : oh and are you okay with cash?

me : umm yeah.

driver : you sure there?

me : yea yea. i'm TOTALLY fine. thanks.

dude, i got 150 pound in my wallet right freaking now, no worries. if you're a robber, this is your lucky day.

and so EVERYTHING seemed to be familiar again thanks to the driver and while working my way out i have done some self-reflecting.

-red area - either a no-entry area or place where hookers hang out. naseb pakai tudung bebbb!
-so he prolly thought i was short on cash since i didnt take any public transport.
-and ego kills.

but all in all, the whole thing didnt defeat my initial intention. hey, at least i got a free ride!!

so intan, remember that night when we wanted to go back to arndale and i asked you guys which way you took that morning? yea thats because i know jack which way to take.

-niki sampai. then kami bermakan-makan di nando's dan menonton PERFUME : THE STORY OF A MURDERER. a european film, thus a lot of nudity scenes. which can be totally ignored. not much of scripts thus VERY passionate expressions. i loved every plot.

-shopping dan shopping. tapi tak sesemangat intan.

-the rest was just good times with glace!!!