What a lovely four off days. I spent the first day meeting friends back at headquarters. Said hello to a few bosses too. Caught up with friends over softboiled eggs, sandwiches, a brownie and naan. Yes, it was all about food that first day honey. And boy did I chomp down plenty!
Arrived in the good'ole KL at 5.30am. Had hot tea at the Mamak restuarant opposite the bus station. There was a basker, high on life (and other substances, I'm sure) playing his guitar at 6am in the morning. His repertoire that morning? Ike & Tina Turner's "Proud Mary" and a Rod Stewart song, I forget which one. Perlu ke penyanyi jalanan awal-awal pagi macam tu. All I can say is : Only in Puduraya.
I called up primadonnaz and thankfully he was up. I took a taxi to his place and showered and made-up nicely for my 'appearence'. Now, I haven't been to the KL office for ages. I think the last time I went was almost a year ago. I felt I needed to make an 'impression' lah. Am I insane or what, right? It's just colleagues, what. What 'impression' do I want to make?
It was fun meeting friends at the office. In the afternoon I renewed my licence. I'm now a full-fledge driver. Yahoooo! Then it was off to the salon for a facial. A much earned treatment. The blackheads on me nose were starting to have a mind of their own.
Later, it was dinner and hanging out with friends just chatting. Took the late night bus back to JB. Arrived 5am-ish. slept till lunchtime when I had fantastic ikan masak asam pedas! A southern Malay delicacy. Just chilled at home with me folks and had dinner at Singgah Selalu Restaurant- it's this swanky-looking place with a variety of food. It has big TV screens, a lot of young'uns hang out there and smoke their sheesha (spelling correct?) I was there just to enjoy my parents' company.
Pokok ceritanya ni.....
My mum, thanked me for coming home often. What the...? I mean I have no life. I'm the youngest child , the only non-married child, and I live far away from home. The least I can do is come home every month or so, right? I want to visit them often. Because I feel it's my responsiblity. And I like Johor. And living in the north for long periods can make me crazy. I need to go back me roots once a while, y'now what I mean, luv?
Me parents are gettin' old, so the least I could do is pop around once in a while. It saddens me to hear stories how me dad had to cook Maggie mee for mum when she was ill with migrain some time ago. But I know, my folks can survive.
I mean I've lived away from home for the past decade. Ya, lah! I left home exactly ten years ago (1996) to go to boarding school. Darlings, it was shit back then, but hey, I got used to it. I still came home often. The most was during unversity days: I'd go back to Johor EVERY weekend. Many thought I was mad. Looking back, I think I was in fact, bloody mad! But that's what happens when I don't have a life. But it got better. Towards the end of my college years, I spent more and more time in KL. I realised life can be interesting if you make it interesting. Wah, gitu...
So cerebral one...
Arrived in the good'ole KL at 5.30am. Had hot tea at the Mamak restuarant opposite the bus station. There was a basker, high on life (and other substances, I'm sure) playing his guitar at 6am in the morning. His repertoire that morning? Ike & Tina Turner's "Proud Mary" and a Rod Stewart song, I forget which one. Perlu ke penyanyi jalanan awal-awal pagi macam tu. All I can say is : Only in Puduraya.
I called up primadonnaz and thankfully he was up. I took a taxi to his place and showered and made-up nicely for my 'appearence'. Now, I haven't been to the KL office for ages. I think the last time I went was almost a year ago. I felt I needed to make an 'impression' lah. Am I insane or what, right? It's just colleagues, what. What 'impression' do I want to make?
It was fun meeting friends at the office. In the afternoon I renewed my licence. I'm now a full-fledge driver. Yahoooo! Then it was off to the salon for a facial. A much earned treatment. The blackheads on me nose were starting to have a mind of their own.
Later, it was dinner and hanging out with friends just chatting. Took the late night bus back to JB. Arrived 5am-ish. slept till lunchtime when I had fantastic ikan masak asam pedas! A southern Malay delicacy. Just chilled at home with me folks and had dinner at Singgah Selalu Restaurant- it's this swanky-looking place with a variety of food. It has big TV screens, a lot of young'uns hang out there and smoke their sheesha (spelling correct?) I was there just to enjoy my parents' company.
Pokok ceritanya ni.....
My mum, thanked me for coming home often. What the...? I mean I have no life. I'm the youngest child , the only non-married child, and I live far away from home. The least I can do is come home every month or so, right? I want to visit them often. Because I feel it's my responsiblity. And I like Johor. And living in the north for long periods can make me crazy. I need to go back me roots once a while, y'now what I mean, luv?
Me parents are gettin' old, so the least I could do is pop around once in a while. It saddens me to hear stories how me dad had to cook Maggie mee for mum when she was ill with migrain some time ago. But I know, my folks can survive.
I mean I've lived away from home for the past decade. Ya, lah! I left home exactly ten years ago (1996) to go to boarding school. Darlings, it was shit back then, but hey, I got used to it. I still came home often. The most was during unversity days: I'd go back to Johor EVERY weekend. Many thought I was mad. Looking back, I think I was in fact, bloody mad! But that's what happens when I don't have a life. But it got better. Towards the end of my college years, I spent more and more time in KL. I realised life can be interesting if you make it interesting. Wah, gitu...
So cerebral one...
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