A place I sometimes call home

On January 8 at about 6.00pm, I became a freeman.

In other words, I was officially unemployed. Not for long of course, just about a week. 8 days to be precise. Initially I wanted to spend 3 out of 8 days being unemployed, baking. However, D had better plans for me. He said he wanted to bring me to an island in Malacca. So I ditched baking for a short getaway.

We left the city for Malacca on late Wednesday morning. I wanted to get use to driving manually. Heh. Well actually I just felt like driving so I asked D if I could drive down. I drove right up from after Kajang toll until after Malacca toll within AN HOUR! D took over the wheel before we got into town for I DO NOT trust myself driving manually in Malacca town. 

D's primary school - SK Datuk Palembang

D took a detour to show me his primary school, tells me stories about his childhood as he took me around his school compound. When we left, we made plans to pay his secondary schools a visit the next day which of course didn't happened because we woke up late the next morning

when the tides were low

Malacca was cold. It was raining every evening throughout my stay. As a result, D couldn't take me to the island as he promised because the weather would get so bad as the sun about to set.

This time around, I didn't do the typical tourist thing to do (Not that I always do). I was actually home most of the time for the first two days because I was feeling unwell. However despite the odd fever and nausea, I manage to gobble down and enjoy the good Malacca food that I can never find in KL/PJ.

I was well enough to go out at night by Friday so I decided to spend my time catch up with best friend, Sheelaa. We talk, talk and talk even more until we were just in time to have chicken rice for supper-eakfast. However Sheelaa decided not to join us because she had workshop at 8 in the morning. 

Now what was suppose to be a three day trip got extended until the weekends, D & I decided to stay for a lil bit longer since both our Saturday plans got cancelled. 

Not wanting to do the tourist thing didn't really worked out because I met up with Nabila & Intan on Saturday evening and we eventually ended up spending a hour or so at Jonker Street, just so that we would get hungry enough to have dinner by 8.

I followed Intan back to Bukit Beruang because I was going to meet up Jason for drinks. Nabila stayed back at kampung because she wants to tagged along with D to Tomas's farewell 'party'. (The guy she's obsessed with at the moment, Miguel is Tomas's friend & happens to be there.)

I didn't realized that I was with Jason for 5 hours until D mentioned it. It was so surreal. In fact to this very moment, it felt like it was just a dream. We haven't spoken nor have we seen each other for 3 long years. It felt really good catching up with our lives, joked disgustingly and laugh insanely like we used to. 

On Sunday night, I left Malacca with such heavy heart. I couldn't hold my tears back when D drove off from Nan's.

This is probably the best and longest trip back to Malacca. 

The perfect getaway I needed before my new job.