I must admit I kind of hyped, counting days to the gathering day. I left early with the same expectations of a warm welcome. Well warm indeed. I traveled by bus on Thursday night and arrived in KL very early Friday morning. Perhaps it was fatigue from traveling that kind of lowered my previous excitement. I sms’ed a friend informing that I was already in KL but due to some other commitments he could not see me. So, along with other strangers and travelers around me, we hang out on the stairs of Pudu Raya hours and hours. Well, yourself being a stranger for a number of hours was fun, I mean really. You forgot who you are and what your name is, plus you do not even know how you look like. You are in a foreign land, no body cares about you. Great. Well, except perhaps if you grew tired and sweaty, you’d figured you need a bed and a good shower. I surrendered and finally check in into a cheap back packers hostel with a bed and a common shower. The door to the room came with no lock on it. It was a great deal for a RM50 price, and who could be asking for more. I don’t want to spoil myself, so that will do it.
I had an important meeting after that and managed to get some rest and a good shower. I was surprised to find European girls in the same bathroom but they are all fully attired, unlike me, half naked. Well, who cares.
Right after the meeting I continue that stranger thing. This time at the stairs of Maybank Tower. Found plenty of Vietnamese comrades there and a lost Siamese family. I became their good friends until their ride arrived. A Toyota Altis with Siamese plate number. Cool. I spent 7 hours on the stairs. Hurrah! This is my kind of Cuti-Cuti Malaysia. I walked from KLCC to Pudu Raya and who normally does that? The tourists, like me. And that is being positively positive for crying out loud.
I had no ride to get to JB until the very last minute. It all came about just when I started to feel that I might have been disrupting others’ plans with their families. So, the mood kind of got down even lower. I made it to JB finally.
It was a great experience. I learnt mostly about me and who I am. Friends have always been themselves and I’ve known them for long. I fit in just fine, but like always, I kind of move around when the conversation topics got stale and when I was more of a side liner. I needed time to be alone and they just wouldn’t let me. Jalil was there whenever I wanted to be alone, and he is pleasant enough to deal with that. I felt I am alone even if he is around. Great guy.
I did spread some virus there and spoiled someone’s mood. She is my ‘great’ someone. I felt so embarrassed and so bad. It was one thing that I learnt about me at the age of 44, and yet I figured it was never too late.
I gambled by driving out of JB at night and risked falling into gauges.
I got sick on the second day. That ‘great’ someone came to take a look and she gave me some medicine.
So, the trip was a third enjoyable to me. The rest two thirds was not good at all because I spoiled someone else’s plus I got sick.
I took a ride home immediately after that with a sore in my heart and embarrassment all over my face.
Today, it was kind of scary looking at the school blog. Even looking at my email frightens me. I don’t know why. There’s so much of truth within…
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