The Trip Back Home

my friend Jeet got married on the 1st so i went home to KT with mozie. the ride home was quite tiring, but we arrived safely in the afternoon. the house was sadly, in disarray. the garden resembled a jungle in dry season. i miss my house, it's a charming single storey bungalow and meant to be lived in, not to be abandoned.

anyway, i became a guide and showed mozie around. took her to the crystal mosque and then to pasar kedai payang to shop. i had this urge to buy all the colourful silks. thankfully i didnt - after paying my tailor RM350 for my 3 baju kurungs *sigh*. the only thing i regret is that i wasnt able to take her to teluk ketapang for the ikan celup tepung.

i stopped at SS on monday and tuesday, and met old friends there. some of the students were there as well for their holiday extra classes. the teachers commented that i look rounder than ever *sigh*. i've to do something about this.

we came back to KL on the 3rd, stopping here and there. we even had a picnic at a beach in Dungun, an idyllic spot for picnicking or finding inspiration.

everything went well until we had our last stop at an RnR when i noticed that the needle at the petrol gauge fell sharply. i thought that i could make it, but i was wrong. once we were in Karak Highway, the needle pointed just above E and after a few kms the petrol icon turned a bright yellow - i panicked, and i know mozie also panicked. genting sempah was another 15km or so. we were quiet for awhile. finally, after spotting an emergency number on a big signboard (thanx to MTD), we called for the highway patrol to come and fill the car with petrol. i was cautious afterwards and filled another rm30 worth of petrol at genting sempah.

moral of the story? fill the tank up to the brim when you're going for a long distance journey.