Day Zero: I hardly ever give a damn about anything when I haven’t had enough sleep. Packing is a big pain in the ass with my MOTHER. The weather gods have something against me. I still get terrified during every flight. White wine SUCKS. The Immigration System at the Malaysian Airport is plain and simple STUPID. Arab men are HOT. I love taxi rides. I have gathered some amazing people I can call family in various countries now. At the end of the day, Indian Food FTW. It sucks that my best friend’s going back home without us meeting.
Day One: Nothing will work out according to a plan when there’s my MOTHER involved. ZARA HAS AMAZINGLY AWESOME COLORFUL PRETTY THINGS! I want to move to Malaysia. Fettucine Carbonara yo, creamyyy awesomeness yo. Yay pretty clothes and pictures. My black flats ALWAYS betray me in times of need. I cannot aimlessly walk around like a freakin’ tourist. I need LOTS OF rest in the middle. Arab men are HOT. Also, I cannot walk around in heels like my MOTHER. I spot a more refined version my most hated ex, and almost pass out. A girl can NEVER have enough clothes, or shoes, or bags, or jewellry.. Oh btw, INDIAN FOOD FTW! Pepsi sucks. I am hot. The KLCC is fucking beautiful in the night! My parents think I have a big ass. Same.. fucking.. nightmare.. like.. in.. every.. other.. hotel.
Day Two: I love dressing up. I love being all organized and prepared while travelling. I love my bag, full of whimsical items. Music is my best friend here, so are my novels, generously lent to me by my friend who is herself on a trip to New Zealand. My personal mission of taking more than 1000 pictures on this trip is on its way to being a success! I realize I’m missing the birthdays of two best friends and one good friend because I’m on this trip. Arab men are HOTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Heights are fascinately thrilling to me. I am totally inspired by Eat, Pray, Love. My iPod is dying. I miss my internet. This is the first trip I am on after parting ways with a certain person, and it kinda hurts. I miss three certain people a LOT right now.
Day Three: I wake up after having that same fucking dream about happily getting back with that hated ex and almost kill myself. My idea of a holiday involves lots of rest and leisurely walking around the place checking out random stuff, NOT hurried tour guide involved shit. I LOVE bus rides, with my iPod and my book and the comfortable seat and the window and the view from it. Also, most bus drivers are jerks. People should not mess with my crazy, but kickass family. The sea calms me, the sea scares me. Too much free time on a trip isn’t good for my mind. I am gaining weight, fuck it. It’s Rajnikant vs. Shahrukh Khan in Malaysia. Babies positively ADORE me. How I’m going to sleep alone in this hotel room tonight, is something way beyond my understanding. The sound of the waves crashing outside my room, soothingly glorious.
Day Four: Sleep is more important to me than pretty sights. Penang is a surprise package. I did not know about the existence of something called a “Fruit Buffet”, but I end up highly enjoying it. Waterfalls are so bloody pretty! Heights continue to enthrall me. I can stand under the shower for hours at a stretch.. We ended up taking 492 pictures today. I lose respect for the hotel I’m staying in when they fail to provide me with a particular type of adaptor for my laptop charger! It’s not healthy to read the Amulet of Samarkhand before going to bed. It’s possible to start sweating insanely in an AC room in just 60 seconds. Basically, I’m doomed for life.
Day Five: Why the fuck was the ferry to Langwaki freezing like mad? WHY? Langkawi is kind of boring, even more dead than Jogja. Stupid McD Strawberry Sundae, FAIL! My dad is my BEST photographer. I GOT AMAZING BLACK RETRO STYLE SHADES! I’m missing home and the people at home a lot, surprisingly. I’m already tired of this trip, which is the longest we’ve ever been to. It scares me how much love I feel for him sometimes..
Day Six: I don’t care if I never come back to this pretty place, I need my rest! I don’t understand ONE bit as to why it was so hot at 700 metres above the sea level. Why do these women completely clad in burkhas take pictures of themselves? You can’t even see your face. Also, how do they survive the heat in those clothes?! The only thing I’m thankful for from this trip is the way my sleeping patterns are back to normal. Seriously, Langkawi sucks. This trip, we took more than 2000 pictures. Very long trips with my family isn’t good for my mental and physical well being.
Day Seven: IT IS OVER! Last day. Right ear gets painfully blocked on the flight to KL from Langkawi. Burger King mmm. I LOVE well behaved cute babies. Free WiFi FTW! Butt gets painful after sitting on the same damn bench for an hour, with your parents sleeping on either side. Sheesh. Who cares.. IT IS OVER! I vow to never, ever go on such long trips, especially with my family. I cannot even wait for the time when I can travel alone, or with friends. This is it, we’re almost home..
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