The Exorcism of Hafizzzzzzzzzzzzzz ... (chapter 2)

DEDICATION

To White, don't stop blogging. You have been silent for quite some time and all your friends want to know your latest rendezvous in Melbourne. Have your met Curtis Stone by the way? Salam ngan nya.

THE AFTERNOON OF AF7 FINAL

After picking up Kazen Davidson at KL Sentral, we made a dash to Tune2JaimeHotel.com to do some "office" works for Emel. Yea ... Tune2JaimeHotel.com is not an ordinary "rumah tumpangan" oK... we provide entertainment, unlimited supply of food and beverages, little limo and office facilities (fax,print,scan and internet connection)*. Then we went to The Mines Shopping Centre to do little shopping. Emel need to meet her financier, Jet and myself need to checkout camera lenses and Kazen Davidson need to get new HP (plus a place to shout Hafizzzzzzzzzzzzz).

*Terms and conditions apply.

As we were passing row of camera shops at Level LG of the Mines, I felt sadness filled my heart as my eyes caught sights of 8GB memory cards on display. Earlier that morning, I realised that pictures of AF7 Week 6 concert were in that memory card. Now the only evidence that "I've been there savouring each moment" is in this blog. Need to download that later.

Then suddenly Jet and myself heard a familiar voice calling "Hafizzz, Hafizzz ... " Oh! No... the syndrome striked again ... in the middle of the shopping complex. After exchanging glances, Jet and myself decided to walk faster, distanced ourselves from Kazen Davidson ... However, the calling became more rampant and we find ourselves got curious glances from passers-by. We felt sorry for Emel for having to deal with Kazen Davidson "erratic behaviour" single handedly that afternoon hehehe ...

We managed to get ourselves new gadgets for the concert though that afternoon. I got myself a new 8GB SD card, Emel got herself a sexy red Sony Ericson W705i while Kazen davidson a Samsung flip phone (but he just called me just now saying that his HP model is the same as Hafiz's brand new Nokia). Not wanting to be left out, Jet got himself a stylish new cover for his HP. With that done, we headed towards my little limo (Froggie) when suddenly Kazen Davidson informed me that he left his HP cover at the HP booth.

We decided to wait him at the carpark and few minutes later he called Jet informing that he's lost. OMG, I knew that we shouldn't left him wandering alone. His eyes must be seeing Hafiz. Luckily he managed to find his way to the carpark. Then Jet said, "Mun aku, mesti aku dah panik and terus lost. Sik tauk udah aku apa di kiri and apa di kanan". So my answer to Jet," In your case Jet, if you asked me for direction ... I will say ... repeat after me .. Our father in Heaven ..." (the Lord's prayer).

By the time we reached Tune2JaimeHotel.com, it was already 5.00pm and we were supposed to meet Kak Sal (Hafiz's cousin) to collect our ticket at 5.30pm. Gosh, everyone had the swiftest bath in the history of AF7 that afternoon. Yikes!!! I realised I haven't washed my Hafiz shirt. Oh what the heck ... perhaps it's the good luck charm.

Note: Next entry ... The Moment of Truth. BTW I forgot to mention that we were looking for Afro wig too that afternoon.