I’m currently sat at Cafe Nero in Gatwick airport, bumming my time away (what’s new) as I’ll be heading home for a couple of months on what I call a ‘nice-long-holiday’ but the parents would probably call it ‘crunch-time-about-time-you-decide-what-you-want-to-do-with-your-life-trip.’
Being an extremely last minute decision to come home, I had no choice but to travel on one of the fantastically rude and not-so-budget-airline – Air Asia X. Believe it or not, my single air ticket home costs close to £500 where I believe a return ticket via Emirates would cost about £600.
Pardon me for ranting but I’ve been in an incredibly foul mood, what with having to come home all of a sudden, having had to deal with such crap over the last couple of months (which is why I’ve been MIA) and now, I’m about to board a plane for home.
In a shocking twist of events, I’m coming home… But I don’t even know if this homecoming would make me feel at home. At all.
Of course, there’s always two sides to a coin. On a merrier note, this means I’ll be spending Christmas, ushering in both the New Year and Chinese New Year at home; attending my cousin’s son’s first birthday party; and meeting up with my lovely blogger friends (Ipoh and Subang Mari) which should take my mind off things a little more.
Spending over 4 years in the UK may have made me lose touch with the ongoings at home and this scares me as I’m not quite prepared for this. For some reason, I’ve grown incredibly fond of the grey skies, spitting rain, and the ‘mind the gap’ announcements made by members of the London underground staff.
Well, one can only hope that this home coming is for the better, and not worse. One can only hope.
omg I’m so going miss my favourite haunts. No more going down the aisles in Boots before rushing over to Superdrug just to compare prices; stalking the unmanned make-up counters in Fenwick’s; sipping pitchers of cocktails (yes, you read right) at Wetherspoons with my lovely housemates….. No more lovely weather. :’( it’s back to humid, epically jammed Malaysia for now.
I’ll also miss my favourite uncle and aunt in the world :’( no more uncle shoving glass after glass of red wine down my throat, no more aunt satisfying my nearly insatiable appetite… And the list simply goes on and on.
Of course, it will be great seeing my family and friends again.
Kuala Lumpur, here I come!
p/s: just had to post this photo! We watched Tosca before coming home because we know we will be deprived of such shows when we are home Opera hungry, we are!
Times are a-changing. Today, a distant cousin appeared at my doorstep without warning. Back then, the old me would’ve gone
‘oh it’s perfectly fine as long as you arrived safely’
The new / current me went
‘what the hell? Did you not have the courtesy to ask if you could come round on these dates or even bother asking if I’ll be available.’
The bugger arrived in town when I was still at work. Obviously I didn’t have my phone with me so how do you expect me to reply your oh-so-last-minute messages?
It doesn’t help that this fella’s an incredibly bossy, selfish prick.
I shouldn’t be ranting like this on my log but I’ve had an incredibly long day and the last thing I want to do is entertain him.
The best bit? He’s only leaving on Sunday.
Work and other stuff has caught up with my free time a.k.a blogging time so I haven’t had the chance to blog, what more enjoy a good book in bed as I usually doze off as soon as my head hits the pillow. I can’t say for sure when this crazy routine will take on a more relaxing pace but I promise I will blog when I can.
Thank you all for your love + support, everyone!
I shall leave you with this amazing work of art, found in a rather dodgy alley in London. Much love, everyone!