1st week in Doha

Okay, 1st day was good. My company called, told me to get some R&R, sebab esok kena buat medical checkup. Posa 10 jam, tak campur ngan bulan posa lagi (hmm...dapat pahala extra tak??)

2nd day terus ke Ras Abu Aboud. Check up half day, alhamdulilah takdak masalah, walaupun dalam masa 2 bulan lepas my first medical check. Woohoo sihat siot... no cholestrol, no high blood, no diabetese, cuma doctor cakap a bit obese... cilakak...

bukak posa ptg tuu, makan lah sepuas2 nyer... settle makan, aku pun plan nak lepak shopping complex lah... so went to city center...

Wahh besor nyer tmpt nie, stylo... tapi naper kedai tutup?? Baru lah aku tau, time posa, close from 5 to 9... cilakak tul... aku pun sbb ngantuk sgt2, blah lar ke hotel lik... took me almost 20 min utk dpt cab... org tak ramai pun takder cab ahh?

Slept at the hotel, then the next day, went to my office. It's in West Bay Area, dekat 9 minit walk to City Center, cehh dekat sgt lah tuu...

1st day takdak mende pun nak buat, Bos aku pun dok buzy... biasa lar time ramadhan keje from 8.30am to 1.30pm (5 Hours) mmg rilek n enjoy lah.

Well, after this I'll be moving from the Hotel Grand Regency to my QP Housing, Al- Bayyan Garden. More gossips to come.

Doha - Reminiscing

Salam Perantau.



1st time aku nak menulis kat manatang nie, so not sure wether it's a good thing or not. But here goes.


(Flashback - if u guys are seeing watery effect on this screen, means I'm good) :)


I came to Doha on 17th Sept 2008... di tengah2 bulan posa lak tuu... datang sorang jer.


1st time pijak kaki kat sini, gilar kambing, panas woit..>!!!

Turun belon(air plane) jer dah berpeluh, nasib baik lah terus masuk bas tadika, sejuk lar sikit.

Sesampai di terminal Doha, masuk kat area imigresen, derang nie pun satu hal, no proper instruction on where to go... aku nie cam lembu masuk slaughter house lar, ngn muka tongeng aku berjalan ke arah imigresen, yang aku pun tak sure mana nak beratur.


Settle jer imigresen,... ahh sebelum lupa, make sure cap/ topi jgn pakai, tah unta mana jerkah aku time tuu... Nasib baik la kat tempat orang, kalau kat mesia, dah lama kena jentik teloq unta sekoq2 nie. (intermission japs)


Well, anyways, kuaq jer kat tmpt menunggu, dok tercongok lah seorang insan dari Malaysia nie, bodo2 jadi pak gard tepi pintu... Dok terlihat gaks few malaysian, tapi tak sorang pun tegur... semua buat muka latoya jackson lepas kena sembelit...


Mintak maaf yer.... But my first bad impression about orang kita, "kambing sungguh, mentang2 dok tempat org, nak berlagak lak... hangpa tunggu, aku kaya satgie, aku buat lik kat hangpa"... hehehe.


Waited for 50 min, bengong nyer drebar tak sampai2 lagi, teringat masa baca Marhaba nyer buku, depa kata, timing kat sini is flexible... tok ngah hang flexible, dah lah panas luar... dalam pun tgh membara nie, nak beli ayaq tak nampak kedai pun... kalau kat KLIA pun ada gak kedai2 bodo yang jual ayer... Alamak!!! Kantoi, time tuu posa... hahahaha.....


After waiting for the driver, I finally decided to get a cab, pergi hotel... lantak pie lah opis nak maki ker aper ker, dah lah tgh kebulur, tekak kering lak tuu... yang aku nie pun bengap pie dok terpacak tgh2 panas tuu sapa suruh... padan muka aku.


After getting a cab, dia bawak lah aku pie hotel... on the way ke sana, rasa cam... Oh My God!!! What have u gotten yourself into Rizal? Macam war torn country... bagunan separa siap, jalan cam laluan keldai, jem tak ingat dunia...


Bila sampai hotel... Wah Lau Weh... masuk pie register, mintak depa nie waktu solat sini, then masuk bilik kaput sampai time bukak posa... rugi sungguh datang time posa... makan 2 kali jer sehari...

Lam 5.30 tuu pie lah nak bukak posa, 1st time makan makanan orang... tapi takpa, kalau aku nie jenis memilih makanan, takdak lah sampai comei cam nie... (pls refer to pic aku).

Layan gaks ahh makanan depa nie, after that, aku pie lah kuaq hotel tuu, jalan punya jalan, time tuu takut gaks, satgie sesat, tak pasai2 tembus Kota Bharu lak...

ternampak lah aku akan Lulu Center, hmmm... cam menarik... so berjalan kesana ngan tujuan nak beli ayaq n munchies, nak melantak kat hotel... Hemapeh nyior sungguh tempat tuu... no groceries at all... what do they expect me to eat? Their leather shoes is it?

tanya bangla sekoq nie, mana nak beli makanan, dia kata jalan lagi 5 minit, akan jumpa kedai runcit Pak Ali (susah nak sebut lar nama arab). so aku pun pie lah bershopping barang kit.

lepas tuu masuk hotel, makan japs, then kaput again.