Off Track
Jan 25, 2005 in Diary-writer
The thumbie issue got left aside and I decided to enjoy my holidays anyway. I DID enjoy the long weekend. I spent about 3 hours waiting for a delayed AirAsia flight to Kota Bharu—the wait was quite bad. My flight was supposed to have departed at 8.20 pm at first, and in the end, it was already 10.15 when Mum and I boarded AK324.
By the time I arrived at my aunt's new cluster house in the North, it was 12 a.m. and I had less than 24 hours to go before it was time to fly home. We lazed around the corners up till around 2 am and Aunty Jane interrogated me on the latest juicy titbits of MY LIFE… and then I slammed my face onto the hard latex pillows that she had laid out for me. The next day was spent to-ing and fro-ing from the sea market, to Choo Chuen Yuen for that very famous tee kar bao, literally translated from hokkien as 'Pork Leg Wrap', and then to my Grandma's home that was fortunately, untouched by the flood waters.
It's been five years since I last stepped foot in my mother's hometown, and the wash of the sea air against my face was a rather welcome one. I'll be spending another week in KB during the Chinese New Year holidays, and my uncles have promised to turn the family gathering hall into a multitable casino, and there's going to be a BBQ party in the basketball court as well (my granny's house has a basketball court smacked in front of the entrance).
On the way back, I was delayed on the KL CAT speed train. The thing stopped for a full fifteen minutes somewhere near Sri Kembangan, and I got a wee bit edgy there. Afterwards, Eric said that something was SERIOUSLY wrong with me since I seemed to be stopping planes and trains… and my affinity with delayed AirAsia flights was another laughing issue. The last time I was delayed on an AirAsia flight, I was bound for Penang, and the silly plane didn't seem to want to appear in front of the departure hall. A 2.30 p.m. flight was delayed till 4.50!!!
Anyway… the weekend was pretty obnoxious… having the house to myself for three whole days can be addictive, and tiring. It's SO not easy to do the chores alone, and days like these I miss Auntie, the househelp that comes around on weekdays. Eric was very sweet, taking care of my meals and making sure the holidays were well-spent—I got my much desired rest.
It's just… I don't dare to look beyond today. I think I'm in for big loads of WORK tomorrow. And I'm SOOOO not looking forward to that.
Oh well.