I'm sick.
Not a nice way to start a post, but it was how my trip to Johore had started too. I was feeling more heated up than usual, and I didn't have appetite or mood to even move.
Okay, I'm not going to write all about my trip now, but I must say, despite being sick, I had lots of fun. My trip was accompanied by my uncles, maternal grandfather, aunty, and none other than my cousin Kak Siti. Granny had already made her way to her kampung, because her elder sister's granddaughter is the bride, so you could say she's an important person who had to be there.
I haven't slept next to her for a day when I got sick, and 'Aamir wasn't texting me too due to his Internet shit. Am I really the only one who falls sick whenever I miss someone??? It also didn't help that I had to leave behind my cat best friend Tilda when I went off to Johore.
You have no idea how heartbroken I was when Tilda was laying on our bedroom floor as I was turning off the lights before leaving. She looked so sad, so lonely. I had to pick her up one more time and hug the shit out of her. Even then, it was not enough. I couldn't stop thinking of how alone she was, or how loud her cries for me would be, or how she was gonna get bullied by the male cats, during my car trip. ):
Well anyway, on that Friday night, I had Ramly burger with Kak Siti. Another awesome thing was, there was Wi-fi! But the not so awesome part? The prince doesn't have Internet so Wi-fi was pretty much useless.
We reached Taman Anggerik nearing 3 in the morning, and about seven hours later we were already on our way to the wedding at kampung Benut. By this time I was really sick, and I felt so nauseous and uncomfortable that all I looked forward to was to lie back down and go to sleep. Which was what I did when we got back home many hours later. It felt good.
Oh, back at kampung Benut, my granny hunted down Panadols the moment she knew I was sick, asking her nieces and nephews and other relatives, and she also fed me prata [yes, prata at a wedding. Woohoo] when I told her I had no appetite to eat. Yes, she spoils me, she really does.
Back to Taman Anggerik. Woke up from my nap with snot continuing to drip from my nose, but I still followed my uncles and Kak Siti back to the eatery with Wi-fi. I had wonderfully delicious naan and tandoori chicken, and 'Aamir's brother bought some Internet roaming thing so he and I were texting after days of not doing so. Bliss!
Lastly, we spent Sunday at Giant Plentong, where Kak Siti and I had foot massages. Damn girl. It was so painful but it felt so damn good. [ahem.] And I'm not sure about you guys, but I think it was cool that the masseuse knew I have frequent and terrible stomach problems just by massaging my feet. Oh, it really tickled.
I ate a lot, I might add. I had Nasi Pattaya, chocolate-banana crepe, chocolate nuggets, and not to forget a Subway sandwich. Which Singaporean Muslim wouldn't be excited to eat Subway when they're in Malaysia? Definitely not me, and definitely not Kak Siti. I had a Teriyaki sandwich with extra cheese and no lettuce [sorry for not eating my vegetables, prince] and damn girl. My life felt complete.
No, of course I didn't do shopping for clothes. Although, I took Siying's advice of trying to dress my top more often, so I tried looking for things she calls 'blouses'. The nice tops were expensive, while the cheap ones weren't to my liking. Yes. Dressing up will always be difficult.
Well the only thing close to fashion which I'd purchased was... A copy of Seventeen Malaysia.
We all headed back to Taman Anggerik to wait for granny to arrive back from the groom's kampung, and we were all finally on the way back to Singapore at 8PM. There was a traffic jam before Tuas Checkpoint, so Kak Siti and I, seated right at the back of the 6-seater or whatever you call it, decided to play a game of Charades through this app on her phone.
Okay, I must admit, we were making a hell load of noise there, and I couldn't stop giggling too! This entire Johore trip is probably one of those rare occasions where I manage to bond with this cousin of mine.
With this post written, I'd post some pictures as well but no. I've already made a pact never to post pictures on my blog anymore; just words. Words, words, words. If any Singaporeans stumble upon this blog, I'd rather they get attracted to me for my writing, instead of "Damn she's so pretty." [if I am] Okay?
Anyway, I have a prince and a best friend and other amazing people who calls me beautiful and enjoys my writing. I'm so blessed for that huhu *cries tears of gratitude*
We all reached home just as 'Aamir called me from his house phone. I ran outside the house just to answer his call, and I was so glad to hear his voice again. I've just received three missed calls from him, but I'm sorry, I can't answer. There aren't anymore spots for my privacy, and I've ran out of excuses to tell my grandma whenever she asked who was that. You have no idea how terrible I feel right now...
Also another apology to Siying because I've used you for quite some times already, telling my granny that it was you on the phone talking about our job interview.
I've spent my day watching videos of Pokemon myths and trivia and fun facts, stuff like that. I have recalled how amazing the world of Pokemon have always been. I'll write again soon, thank you for reading!
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