I'm home and it feels damn good.

For the uninitiated, I was away in Negri Sembilan Darul Khusus busy gorging myself with food. I cannot say that I had a ball there nor am I going to lie through my teeth about the food. The truth is, I can cook better. Betul, bukannya aku nak ngada-ngada or what. ohhhh ohhh but I can say that I had the best teh tarik, ever! The best teh tarik, according to me, can be found in Tiara Beach Resort. hur hur hur.

The weather, Alhamdulillah, was kind to us, although some of us here may beg to differ. *snigger*

We were on the train homeward bound this evening and throughout the journey, I couldn't help but laugh each time the person who announced the arrival of the train at every station translates the announcement in English. No doubt that my English is sometimes very koyak despite the very fact that I teach the language, but his mispronounciation of "alight" and "done" tickled me to the core of my soul. Even my dad laughed, okay. I wasn't the only mean one.

Anyway.

I hate how I was disgruntled whenever I found anything that didn't quite meet my expectation. I hate how I sounded like a spoilt brat whenever I grumbled about the bland pasta and biryani. It could be that I expect some standards to be met or that I have always been partial towards my homeland. Either way, it's unbecoming. But you know, if you call yourself a resort or a hotel, there are bound to be expectations. Otherwise, it's a different story altogether.

But nevermind. I guess I could learn to shut up and be rid of any expectation the next time I go on a trip, which would be in the very distant future. Now that I'm back and done with setting of paper 1, yaaaay. To people who are expecting souvenirs, I hate to break your heart but I am afraid we didn't do any shopping. It was that laidback of a holiday.

Back to school tomorrow.