Since mid term was coming and the stress of wanna do well was erupting, i just couldn't resits, when D invitated me back to his home town. I was like hometown=Kampung=peace=calming. So i agreed. That reason which influence me only 10% why i accepted was good enough to make a perfect 100% confirmation.
So I pack my stuff, not knowing how many days, where and what ( D didnt tell me) i just pack some few shorts,boxer,shirt and the essential kit of travelling Toothbrush and facial stuff ( it my own eseential kit).
So travel to sentral where D pick me up, when and pick up his mum and sis and of to Seremban. Yeah right. It was more like Kuala Pilah! which turn out to be a great peace gateway. The journey let me sight on beautiful greenery and winding roads with a really township feeling.
Before heading to his 'kampung' we stop to buy some stuff from the supermarket and bazaar ramadhan for breaking fast time.
Upon reaching, i could sense that D wanted to be in his hometown very much. I dont know, but i could feel.
I meet his family, we talk abit and me being a lousy guest, not helping instead join D for a nap. Hahaha... Such a lousy guest i am.
Night falls and it was time to "makan"! First i wasnt that sure i could handle the food cause i thought there we going to be cook either with petai or durian. But i feel in love with the "lemak cili api" God it was to die for. Seriously i havent had such nice lovely " lemak cili api" yummy! ( God, now im hungry)
Then we walk around the kampung with few kids and played badminton. I still think D was giving excuses on why he could hit the ball. Hehe =P
At this point, i knew that we were going to sleep over. Thank god i packed! Sleep..sleep..sleep.. which D could just sleep..sleep..sleep..
The next day, as i woke up around 9am, no one at home. except D who was sleeping....sleeping...sleeping... But perhaps he was tired of work and i shouldnt make him look so lazy here but lets just shut an eye. hehehe...
Then after waking up just in time for breaking fast, we ate and prepared to leave his kampung.
A great journey it was. On a personal note and being in kampung with a slow pace life really make u feel so relaxs..
Thanks D for invitating...
So I pack my stuff, not knowing how many days, where and what ( D didnt tell me) i just pack some few shorts,boxer,shirt and the essential kit of travelling Toothbrush and facial stuff ( it my own eseential kit).
So travel to sentral where D pick me up, when and pick up his mum and sis and of to Seremban. Yeah right. It was more like Kuala Pilah! which turn out to be a great peace gateway. The journey let me sight on beautiful greenery and winding roads with a really township feeling.
Before heading to his 'kampung' we stop to buy some stuff from the supermarket and bazaar ramadhan for breaking fast time.
Upon reaching, i could sense that D wanted to be in his hometown very much. I dont know, but i could feel.
I meet his family, we talk abit and me being a lousy guest, not helping instead join D for a nap. Hahaha... Such a lousy guest i am.
Night falls and it was time to "makan"! First i wasnt that sure i could handle the food cause i thought there we going to be cook either with petai or durian. But i feel in love with the "lemak cili api" God it was to die for. Seriously i havent had such nice lovely " lemak cili api" yummy! ( God, now im hungry)
Then we walk around the kampung with few kids and played badminton. I still think D was giving excuses on why he could hit the ball. Hehe =P
At this point, i knew that we were going to sleep over. Thank god i packed! Sleep..sleep..sleep.. which D could just sleep..sleep..sleep..
The next day, as i woke up around 9am, no one at home. except D who was sleeping....sleeping...sleeping... But perhaps he was tired of work and i shouldnt make him look so lazy here but lets just shut an eye. hehehe...
Then after waking up just in time for breaking fast, we ate and prepared to leave his kampung.
A great journey it was. On a personal note and being in kampung with a slow pace life really make u feel so relaxs..
Thanks D for invitating...
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