Dear God,
Thank you for protecting my family. Thank you for all the good fortune and the bad. Thank you for keeping us together.
Thank you for looking over my shoulder. Thank you for keeping me safe. Thank you for all the opportunities. Thank you for the hardships.
Than you for all the friends. Thank you for all the rivals. Thank you for everything.
I’m between the verge of happiness and unhappiness.
I’m indecisive of how I’m feeling these days.
Feeling neutral is best to describe me. Boring and bland.
I hate being fickle xD
One word to describe: TIRING.
Three words to describe: Tiring but SATISFYING.
The missions;
Me : Get away from my darling KL and do some relaxation by the beach.
Wanie : Get all the tudungs that she can with her never ending flow of cash.
Sarah : As Wanie’s plus silk batiks to be turned into kebayas.
We marched all over the town of KB every single day between the day we arrived to the moment we HAD to pack (3 hours before our KBR – KUL flight) in search of good bargains. Most of the people in Pasar Besar Siti Khadijah and the old market recognised us by the third day xD
I miss my 5 days worth of treadmill time but I guess all the walking I did makes up for it.
The food was wonderful and I know I had more than enough. Mek Jah’s mom is one of the best cooks there are.
I had my hair up in most of the trip. Reason being that KB was damn hot. KL is not as hot as KB ok.
We head up to one of the beaches on our last evening there. We went to Pantai Genting near Pengkalan Kubor. I tell ya, after spending the previous days sweating, it was a relief to feel the sea breeze.
In the end, we succeeded with our missions. It was tiring but it was fun. It’s worth to fly all the way to see a friend, her family and do some shopping.
