NIGHT 1: Goodnight world *yawn*

Day 1 is surprisingly fun. As for an impromptu trip like this, the experiences we gathered are unexpectedly great. A tiring day, and it takes about 40 minutes for Fadzil to drive back to our hotel in Kuala Pilah from Senawang. We cannot stop thinking of our hotel rooms throughout the journey back. Plus, we need to wake up super early tomorrow as Amiza already made an appointment with a spokesperson from The Cultural Department of Negeri Sembilan (sounds boring right, *yawn* again). Around 12:30 in the mid night, we finally reach the hotel. With that, goodnight beautiful people...

DAY 2: The Beginning

28^th March 2012

Day two begins. Well, not just yet. It is around 6 a.m. and we are all up as agreed, just to confirm on whether or not we’re going to the interview session. As planned the night before, we terminate the lady (politely, of course), pull up the blankets to our faces and continue to snore. zZZZ (God knows what happens to Fadzil in the next room).

The real journey resumes around 9 when four famished people rush out from Desa Inn to begin food hunting mission. The structure of the day is simple; to satisfy the grumbling stomach, pay a visit to a museum in Seremban, then off back to KL. Oh by the way, we encounter this small fee parking booth near the hotel.

Adorable ain't it?

We then continue sight-seeing from Kuala Pilah to Seremban. The views of several sceneries and houses and people and objects and signage along the road constantly capture our attention. From there, we realize that we have taken so many things for granted. We often ignore what is going on outside around us when we are on a long journey i.e. going back to our hometowns. We tend to mute ourselves, plugged our ears with the earphones to the highest volume of the songs we tune in every day instead. We then fall asleep in no time and fail to appreciate the surroundings.

The snacks Amiza bought on our way to Negeri Sembilan yesterday; still could not curb the starvation (no exaggeration here).

However, we hear more and more noise that overpowers our voice and laughter. It is the combination of 4 hungry stomachs performing the feed-us-now orchestra. It is embarrassing really, you wouldn’t wanna hear it. -____-“

Before shutting up our tummy orchestra, we leave Kuala Pilah town heading to another district, Ulu Bendul. Aisyah is still upset because we have not captured one of the first signage we saw yesterday even though we have passed by the signage a dozen times. She is emotionally damaged until….

TADAA!! Aisyah’s life is now whole again. Credit is given to Apak for his unusual business name. You could also contact him via the number stated on the board. We believe that he is selling fresh Ayam Kampung.

Just for the record, we believe that Apaks Kaw means Bapa Kau or in more polite phrase; Bapa Anda or in English, Your Dad. If he wants his stall to be noticed, then that striking name really works!