Sinking In

It still amazed me that I was in Paris Nord and London Underground two days before and the next day I am walking down the Jalan Genting Kelang to tabao chicken rice. The long and tedious train and plane rides in between seems to be unregistered in my brain. It happened way too fast.





















I am not missing the moments in UK and Europe, yet. This is because I am busy occupying myself with stuffing any Malaysian food that is available and combating heat. I am also surprised of the minimal effect of jet-lag that had affected me more when I was in UK.

Anyway, its good to be back, no matter how much I complained that I do not want to come back here.
















Hello Malaysia. Embracing you for now.