Monday, September 24, 2007

Down South

“You heartless bitch !”, says unsean.

Well, sue me for being honest. I just can’t help it. That’s all.

I ended up in Singapore last week and it’s been almost a good 1 year since the last time I’m there and a good 3 years since I’m no longer a resident. If it’s not for work-related, doubt I’ll be there anytime soon.

It doesn’t feel like a homecoming that’s for sure, nor am I overly excited about coming back. I told unsean that and the above was his 'riposte'. Heh.

Don’t get me wrong here.

I am still grateful for what Singapore has given me, wonderful wonderful memories and all but to put it succinctly, I think somehow I have given up the notion that I will head back south. At least, not for now.

Where I used to fret over my PR being cancelled, these days, I just don’t.

I just don't.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

The Shell

“Omg, you are going back again ?”

“Nie mesti ada jantan lain dekat kampung”

Yeah, roughly that’s the poke I’ll get whenever I told me mates that I’m heading home.

Home here, is well about 1 and half hours drive from dusty ol’ Kl. Which honestly, ain’t that far. Heck, at times, that’s just about the bloody amount of time I spent getting my fat arse back to ghetto KL from the workplace.

Federal Highway, anyone?

Anyway, jantan aside ( yes, there is indeed another man back home eagerly waiting to lick, greet and jump all over me the minute I'm back but that's another story for another day), I just look forward to head home every single time.

I just do.

For the lack of some fanciful words, home is well, home. It is where the village clam in me comes alive. The Ah Lian comes shinning thru.

Home is where I’m truly most relaxed. Like big time.

Weekends were spent literally doing nothing but just pigging out at the living room, watching another re-run of E ! Daily Ten, with two personal butlers at my beck and call. Yes, I’m an ingrate son, but sue me !

No draggin my arse to gym for the weekend cardio or think of what to eat for dinner. Everything is just so organic and lazy and need no planning. Well, almost no planning except my obligatory facial session with Ah Mian and massage session with Kak Ena whenever I’m back. Hell, even all that jazz are pre-arranged by me very efficient and loving mum.

Oh, such village life ! Me hometown ! Me love you long time !

As they say, one can pluck the clam out of her village, but one can never pluck the village out of her !

Peace out, kampung baru cheena style !

Sunday, September 09, 2007

One Last Spurt

We went and then we left.

It was supposed to be the end of an era, SATC style. And as much as I wanna wail, scream, cry a bucket and strip for her, aiks, it was not to be.

I felt ziltch. Nadah. No, no, no.

Highlight of the night.

I got ID-ed. Yes, yes, yes.