This post is about how i waste my time when i went back to the old country for a week off earlier this month. What i am trying to tell you is i will bored you to death with this super cheesy titled post. so here it goes....
Most of the time was spent rebonding with my favourite people in the world (...and the award goes to the 5 nieces and 4 nephews), and the least favourite part: spending a weekend (approximately 30+ hours of suffering) catching up with old associates and nemesis alike for some long overdue hi-5vers.
and unfortunately, on that fateful weekend a game of futsal friendly was organised by my former classmates (aka a lame excuse for a mini reunion), and at the end of the match it is safe to say that our opponent was not harmed...maybe due to some cantilevered bellies and/or weak bones since most of us will hit 60 soon
Aftermath? the best part of the day. the part i miss the most when i'm abroad. The secret of every healthy malaysian: daily dosage of latenite supper at the mamak chit-chatting cock and bull
Meet-up with Joen, Idora and Miss Aina that morning. We rode a big steel junkyard that ferries vehicles and innocent people to the island.
They call em ferry.,,then had brunch at a place that does not serve curry
Thanx to Amir, Scott, Joeneng, Idora and Miss Aina for your all around RAD-ness
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credit roll
1. futsal pix courtesy of Hisham Talib's FB
2. additional penang pix courtesy of the trigger-happy snaps of scott and joeneng
3. huge kudos to Amir for pimping the ride and accommodation
and a big hug for sending me off at KLIA...u guys definitely in my good books with great grades
btw, did i tell you earlier in the post that i will bored you to death?
Most of the time was spent rebonding with my favourite people in the world (...and the award goes to the 5 nieces and 4 nephews), and the least favourite part: spending a weekend (approximately 30+ hours of suffering) catching up with old associates and nemesis alike for some long overdue hi-5vers.
and unfortunately, on that fateful weekend a game of futsal friendly was organised by my former classmates (aka a lame excuse for a mini reunion), and at the end of the match it is safe to say that our opponent was not harmed...maybe due to some cantilevered bellies and/or weak bones since most of us will hit 60 soon
Aftermath? the best part of the day. the part i miss the most when i'm abroad. The secret of every healthy malaysian: daily dosage of latenite supper at the mamak chit-chatting cock and bull
So why mamak hangout is so popular? maybe the super-efficient service or, maybe the tonnes of kas-kas? some of them are very humble too, they even pose a picture with you
Lose your illusions
Meet-up with Joen, Idora and Miss Aina that morning. We rode a big steel junkyard that ferries vehicles and innocent people to the island.
They call em ferry.,,then had brunch at a place that does not serve curry
rise n shine, and the things after
vroommm back to KL,
a short but fulfilling road trip indeed
Thanx to Amir, Scott, Joeneng, Idora and Miss Aina for your all around RAD-ness
credit roll
1. futsal pix courtesy of Hisham Talib's FB
2. additional penang pix courtesy of the trigger-happy snaps of scott and joeneng
3. huge kudos to Amir for pimping the ride and accommodation
and a big hug for sending me off at KLIA...u guys definitely in my good books with great grades
btw, did i tell you earlier in the post that i will bored you to death?