I know now that I am home

Boy oh boy don’t I miss this website a lot? I have been away on a working trip and I just arrived home on Friday evening. It has been a long and exciting tiring eight days of pure work! work! work!

Any nausea and blood vomiting that has occurred last week among this website’s visitors is much regretted. I understand it happened because you guys were too sick and tired of viewing that purple pitted fruit and that disgusting leech sucking a meal outta Azman’s little toe again and again. Please forgive the absence of my crappy rambling, I didn’t have a choice.

I was one of those unlucky thousand chosen by the government to be sent away from our beloved families. It was hard. For me it was just eight days, for some of my friends it was up to three weeks. We were separated from our home sweet home and were ordered to stay at the hotels with beautiful swimming pools by the sandy beach. Oh it was nightmare!! If I knew it was that torturing to devour taxpayers’ money, I would have withdrawn from the all expenses paid work task at the beautiful tropical heaven of Langkawi Island.

I would write at length about my experiences there later but for the time being let me tell you working for an international event that involves the head of states from around the globe is pure nightmare. We sacrificed so much sleep and rest doing endless paper work, watching for tedious protocols, preparing for business meetings, shopping, fine dining, shopping, swimming, sight seeing, more shopping, island hopping, cable car riding and shopping and at the end we still need to so report writing before we go for another last round of shopping.

Phew, am I not glad to be home?! It’s so great to be able to inhale the toxic polluted air of Klang Valley once again. I have been sniffing the sweet scent of the ocean and the green green grass of Langkawi for too long. But it still doesn’t feel right; the food I had on the island is way too nutritious for a typical human being. I need to get real Klang Valley food. You know the kind that costs thirty bucks for a piece of sandwich that taste like rubber duck with mayonnaise? Yeah that’s what I am talking about.

So Azman and I went to One Utama today, just to get my head tuned back from those excessive vacationing working. We spent half an hour to get a parking spot, went shopping at the over crowded shops and ate rubbery sandwiches. Slowly I begin to feel better. At U Parkson, we tried on the foot massaging chair that was operating for free; the comforting bliss was distracted at once when a tall big Chinese dude sat at the chair next to me. The moment he took off his shoes the smell of stinking fungus infected feet filled the air. Filled the entire U Parkson, the entire One Utama! I looked at his face and wonder when was the last time he washed his socks. I can tell that he realized how much the odor of his own feet is threatening the cycle of life in Petaling Jaya by poisoning so many living creatures. But of course he didn’t care. I think that’s what people call kiasu. The chair if for free and he’d used it even if it would crown him the King Stinky Feet of Bandar Utama. I opened my mouth to lash out something to remind him of personal hygine but then I realized that this is Klang Valley and not Langkawi and the air stinks and the people rude and boy oh boy I am really home! I have now recovered from my post vacation melancholic syndrome for good. Thank goodness.