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?