Being back in the Klang Valley gives perhaps one of the nicest of nostalgic feelings that can ever be stirred in me. This is where I grew up. I miss my bed. I hate feeling so temporary in my own home. Why must I leave my home? I just didn’t have enough time to think about it. It finally settled in.
The damn bus arrived KL at 12am and it left Sungai Petani at 5.30pm. We broke down in Penang for the good part of an hour and only had hot dogs(RM3.90) for dinner. The man who was sitting in front of me had smelly hair and someone brought cat poo along. Rumours had it that someone reeked of ammonia as well. Some people can be so disgusting, hor? *nudges those who understands the previous sentences*
I had a really embarassing experience on the bus yesterday and had another embarassing experience today. If you’re a good good good friend and if I want to tell you about yesterday, I will. Just to see you laugh. But if you’re not, sorry, I still want you as my friend. Today’s one happened in FOS. I went up to who I thought was my best friend Melody Song, tapped her shoulder and started yapping about how cheap the shirts are in the next shop, only RM20.00 for two fake Billabong tees!! Then the woman who was not Melody turned around and raised her eyebrows; appearing to be taken aback.
Mel was standing 5 metres away, holding a cute fluffy vest(RM30!), in shock and amusement.
Oh the embarassment.
It’s time to grow up.
Liss started to say goodbye to Chien and Hsien and Chien was hugging herself; a sign I know that she was on the verge of tears. My own tears were welling and I had to blink them away but these are the girls whom I have known for 7 and 8 years, so out they came. Spilling.
And in between Polo Ralph Lauren and Armani Exchange, we were a huddled blubbering mess. The security guard was looking at us and so were the Saturday afternoon crowd who passed us by.
I was crying so hard and then
Chan Jin-Tian(the hardcore form1 to form3 crush who was an essential character in my early secondary school years’ stories…clue: Have any of you read That Diary Girl? Don’t know when I’ll ever update that blog again. Yup, surprise, surprise, I’m the author but who cares.) had to walk past the minute the tears were spilling forth and I was like, “Oh Fuck!!” much to the girls’ amusement. The weird thing was when we were crying, David(who was involved with Hsien for a portion of 2004) walked past as well.What is this, man? Cry-In-Front-Of-Old-Sort-Of-Flames Day?
We met up with Chun Guan in Syed and the taste of Teh Ais on my tongue for the first time in three months and knowing for a fact that these teh ais moments will be few and far in between from now on leaves a hollow melancholy feel. I’m sorry for being so emo but I didn’t have time to anticipate these changes.
In the evening, Barry and Suet Li took me for dinner at Pizza Uno, Taipan. It was great catching up with them and bitching about everything under the sun just like we used to. It’s good to see that the both of them are going strong. Sometimes when you go out without the rest of the kampung, the quality of the ‘catching up’ session is so much better. All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Thank you Barry for the Aglio Olio. 🙂 Thank you Suet for teaming up with me to poke fun at Barry.
I took my Dad’s Ixus and should have taken it for the entire day. But here are just a few pictures…at least better than nothing.
l-r: Barry and Suet
Somethings never changes. l-r: Barry, me
l-r: Suet, Me
“Camwhoring is like riding a bicycle, you can never forget how to do it.” – Jolene Lai, author of Little Girl In A Reverie.
I haven’t had the chance to mention that my blog appeared under Blog Watch in All The R.Age, a publication by The Star especially for campuses all over Malaysia. But I’ll have to write them an email and whine about why AIMST is not getting any.
It’s because of my National Service blogs that I got a mention. I was really elated! I want to know who I should thank for helping me to pimp my blog.
The mini article read:
“Maybe you’re not one of the “lucky” ones to be selected for NS, but Jayelle is. There’s been a lot of hoo-hah over the National Service, but if you want to get a first person account of the experience, surf over to Jayelle’s blog where she has been blogging her stories of NS thru weekend letters.”
I am extremely honoured. Thank you, thank you.
Yup! That’s me!
But for every beginning, there will be an end. Sometimes amnesia must be induced. It’ll be difficult, but I’ll explain in the following post. See if I can do it by tonight. It’s 2am already. Damn.
Miss SUNshine Sep 26, 05 Delete
Oh, did u post a reply on the Hip Hop dance?? Sorry I didn’t get that :p I joined the Beginner’s dance and proceeded to Bronze but dropped out after Salsa due to work commitments, and now I think I’m far too behind to pick it up again 🙁
On another note – there’s a Coffee Bean wannabe called Cacao Cafe somewhere in ‘town’, it’s ok lah, one of the most decent place for a cuppa, and I quote my bf “the only few decent place to bring an out-of-town gal to”.
Yeah, we can sure meet up, and I can assist to show u the “hotspots” of SP. Haha.
Cheers!
Jayelle Sep 19, 05 Delete
Miss SUnShine: ahaha i remember u!! You didn’t get back to me if u wanted to join my Hip Hop dance class in SS15’s Dance World.:D The course is over adi liao. lol..
thanks for your support all this while:) ahaha.is the food cheap? I dun have no car here.:( maybe i’ll know later if it’s really cheap. I just blew Rm50 on groceries yesterday!!;( the life of a student.
maybe when you’re around, let’s go out for a drink eh!
Miss SUNshine Sep 19, 05 Delete
Hi Jolene,
It’s me again 😉 Am not sure if you remember, but I’m the too-much-free-time-at-work-random-blog-reader who dropped you a line once. As you’ve been an awesome writer all these while, I’ve been dilligently reading your blog. As coincidence would have it, I’m a KL gal who’s bf is from Sg. Petani. I’ve been there many times whenever my bf goes back to be a filial son, and yeah, it takes a while to get use to. It’s not as bad as it seems tho, and what I enjoy most is the cheap cheap food!! :p Would most definitely recommend the ice-blended redbean drink by the bus station, where there’s a row of stalls. Go for the stall most right, nearest to the public toilet (hmm, that sounded gross ;p) but I can assure you it’s good stuff and I drink that everytime I am at SP!
Enjoy and all the best in your upcoming tertiary years!
xx,
Miss SUNshine
Jayelle Sep 19, 05 Delete
baz: You LOOKED FINE!
c.ho: u’ve been through it. bet u know how sad it feels;)
c.ho Sep 18, 05 Delete
hmm.. that’s really upsetting. now even feel the pain of your friends leaving-.-“. gee.. so sad when ppl all separate to fly to different countries
Baz Sep 18, 05 Delete
fuck i got retarded smile in that pic.