Pasar Malam

Sunday evening is always a happy moment for me,
even is raining like today.

Im the pasar malam queen, so they say... haha!
Ofcourse there are many reasons im so into going to night markets,
the place, the atmosphere, and not forgetting the food. (this is indeed the main reason. :P)
I was born in Selayang, a small town i shall say, and it is the place that is meaningful to me.

I could walk into the rain just to buy my favourite corn and popiah for my buddy (if you still remember... :P)
It was the warmth from those familiar aunties and uncles who still produce nice food that touches my heart.
Anyhow, it is a place, i feel i belong to very much even i have moved here for almost 10 years.

Tonight i dare the rain again to venture my another favourite asam laksa, i guess im not alone in this situation, there were more people than i expect waiting for thier delicious bowl of noodles.
However, Bukit Maluri's always remind me the endless promise to Abilene of going pasar malam together. I do miss those times. Hahaha!

Patriotic Spirit

It was Asean Games, football final men category...

and it was Malaysia vs Vietnam.

Indeed a very inconvenient fact i happen to be there.

Yet, that was the night i will always remember,

watching the whole match in 2 different places,

from the cozy coffee shop with a warm, delicious and amazing bowl of Pho Bo ( beef noodles)

and the never ending smoothies,

i was very confuse dont know which to support actually,

or i decided to support the goal... which i always do...

The coffee shop closed quite early and we switched back to our 'original' hotel (we changed 3 hotels in 3 days) to continue watching...

It was a breezing cold night i suppose, and staying inside, hearing people cheering 'co len' and my heart did silently hope for Vietnam to win after knowing they waited for 50 years for that...

It was a pity it was not a success for Vietnam, but i didnt really feel happy for Malaysia, cause it was not a clear win after all.

Anyways, the streets were still full of cheering despite being the silver medalist again, and the atmosphere really made me felt Vietnamese people do love their country. Surely a fact, it is more than Malaysian, they would only maybe cheer for MU for their endless victories over pub but never for their country or it's just me that didn't experience that.

Co len, Vietnam... im sure the 26th Asean Games, you will really win.

After math

Skipping a day from the travel journey,
and talk about today...

I got back my car today,
along with a very heavy feeling.
Maybe this is a temporary feeling, or it might be permenant,
the responsibility of driving safely,
for the sake of my beloveds, other peoples' safety,
it is needed at least for this moment.

This accident will always 'remind' me of the mistakes i did,
It was really a lesson to be remembered and not repeat.
Speeding or cutting lanes seems to become my past, at least i wish for.

I was lucky to be alive and actions need to be made.
I have to believe i could make this change.

Disgusting Travel Mate

Hahaha, im finally back to my home...
the very first time i have been travelling for so long,
many things happened along the way,
but i bet i really became the disgusting traveller.

The reason to this was because i was highly influenced by the other disgusting travelmate.
Details of disgusting could be ommited as it would lead to discomfort reading on...
Anyways, what i could say is, it was more than snoring, 'good timing' burping, forgotten shower days, rewear socks over and over again... haha!

Yet, this is what i find travel quite interesting somewhat,
you could unwind all your routines, your house rules, your manners and get wild, ofcourse not too over... haha!
Here comes opening up your heart, to accept many things that would oppose to your expectation of travel mates.

Maybe is just like watching amazing race, all the ugly truth will appear during the journey, but at least that is the very real of the person i perhaps.
If one can accept that, then surely they will be as closer than ever,
otherwise, that could be the end of the road.

To me, is never the destination, but the experience and how you have grown throughout the journey.

I was very lucky to have such a great travel mate which could overshadowed all the barriers, enlighten laughters to a higher level and let me feel so much how she had grew up from where she belong.

Cam on, travelmate, no matter how disgusting you are, cause im too now! :P