Muse

The Uncanny Weekend

Core ingredients
1 three hours journey from JB to KL
1 random text message to your brother
3 morning wishes from Sabah
1 unexpected phone call from your mom who's unexpectedly in KL as well
3 abrupt change of plan

Seasonings
2 missed turns in KL
2 bumps into your cardio tutor from JB
1 wicked coincidence of him being in the same talk as your dad
1 fucking annoying GPS
2 great meals
1 book receipt reimbursement
3 health-system-talks with dad

To be sauteed for frangrance
1 hug from Anne
1 breakdancing competition
1 spontaneus decision
1 split second decision making
30 mins preparation to go up Genting. Time is 2300

Spices
2 grumpy phone calls
Many steam-off texts
5 minutes of being dissed
45 minutes of silence
1 ass on the wheels

Simmer slowly
1 great view of the world below our feet
4 familiar faces
1.3 bottle of Absolut
5 bottles of ribena
3 used cans of Redbull wanna be
Ample supply of ice
6 plastic cups
6 hours of high altitude

After the simmering
2 sober drivers driving down Genting at 0700
4 sleeping girls
1 great bitching session

To cure any bad smells
2 bowls of pork noodle
2 sakais
4 packs of ambipur
2 hours of bearable nonsense

Final touches
1.5 hours of unbearable lunch
4 mins of Colbie - I never told you
4 hours of long drive home. Weird. Even 150 km/h seems so slow. The road back is so long
20 mins nap in Ayer Keroh
Missing ingredient
1 Jasmyin Petrinna Tay Sue Lin
2 besties (Jols + Shuan)
1 Davidchua
1 Jagadev Ramal

The sunset was so different this trip back on the longest straight road. It was as if someone put a yellow filter in front of my already hazy eyes. And hypoglycaemia with gastric irritation from
ribena is described as a out-of-body feeling. Literally. Everything is different. How else to get into the world in between?

By far, my most delirious and deranged weekend. 23hrs and 10 mins of no sleep with 10 hours behind wheels. Who count the hours after that? I do. I was counting down to the minute I hit the North South highway. The heart misses the 2 years of lackasaidal times.

They said to either view your day as sunny or rainy. But I think I like to see mine as a cycle. From sunrise through a rain and till the moon takeover. Life is not this still snapshot. It is my personal film on the transition of morning to night everyday. I dont leave out my perfect rainy days. The pitter patter and the drenching is unforgettable.
And the sunset was even more beautiful then.