Sleep interrupted. Payment taken.

October 6, 2008 at 11:13 pm | Posted in Outings | Leave a comment
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It really isn’t too bad when annoying kids (who just happen to be your relatives, by some sad twist of fate) visit you during the holidays, when you thought you’d have some free time to spend sleeping, dreaming, and wondering exactly how you’re gonna do those assignments you just got, when you have an uncle who requested that they stay with him at the hotel (He’s reluctant to stay alone, for some reason- and no, it’s not related to the fact that he saw someone try to kill herself the last time he stayed at that hotel), thus saving you the trouble of having to manage to little goblins (Only in size. The primary schooler has a bigger shoe size than me, and the 15 year old one is nearly as tall- just look at the amount of food they consume each day) picking at your stuff with those grubby little paws of theirs.

Mom and sis had left for Terengganu on the day they arrived. The invasion force landed sometime after lunch, bearing with them insidious chemical agents (Lemang, pulut, beef and chicken rendang, scary stuff like that, given to them by one of the shop workers) to slow our movements. Luckily I had the excuse of having just returned from lunch, and being quite full and physically devastated from the heat, I retired to my room and narrowly escaped the ‘Feast of Death’ (An exaggeration, there’s no such thing as sudden death from consumption of oily food) which commenced in the kitchen below.

After my long dissapearance, I returned from Sanctuary (My room=.=) to coduct reconnaisance in the nether-realms (Ground floor). The two giants in kid’s skin were loafing in the living room, and the maid was sleeping. She’s not the kind of maid we see in all those Japanese anime (And would like to see in real life), just the Malaysian standard issue. Too bad. Only later did I find out that the others had left for IOI Mall, to stock up on supplies for their return to Wilderness (Pahang=.=). With nothing to do, I went back to composing a fan-letter (Out of character, eh? Not really- it contains quite a few requests for illustrations as well) to this Japanese mangaka (Manga artist) I just discovered while trawling the net, one 粟岳高弘(あわたけたかひろ)[Awatake Takahiro]. Maybe I’ll post it later. Not that anyone would understand it:p

We had dinner at Sri Petaling, some stalls near the hotel. I had some sort of Hakka noodle. It’s an irritating thing about the human physique that when one is hungry and the portions served are small that the food only serves to make the incessant rumbling in one’s stomach louder and more painful. You can literally feel your guts curl. There was this guy walking from table to table playing a harmonica. Pretty much everyone ignored him, but when he came to our table, for some reason Unc (The one staying in the hotel) took out 10 bucks and gave it to the man. Upon which he promptly stopped playing and nonchalantly walked off. Like, what?! He said he “didn’t have change”. Right. Aunt from Kuantan ordered a bowl of Prawn Mee. It came with two big prawns. Guess how much it cost? 16 bucks. Definitely not the kind of price you’d expect from a place like that=.=;

Editor’s note: I nearly died that night. Refer to the previous post, Pregnant Delusions.

Back home. Painter Unc drove. His driving is a little scary- tailgater, plus he brakes suddenly. Didn’t dare not pay attention. Painter Unc, Kuantan aunt, Traveler aunt (My source of free holidays), and the maid stayed over in our house. With the two kids absent, it was absolutely gorgeous (Bliss!). However, I think I only slept around 5am. And woke up around 8am. You can probably guess what I was up to. Forced myself out of bed, got ready, and went along with pop (I don’t call him that. It’s just easier to write that way. I don’t look like Archie, do I?) to the hotel again. Breakfast. Most of us had Dim Sum at a nearby restaurant. It’s alright, but not as good as the one on Jalan ipoh in KL… but I digress. Hotel Unc happens to have rather good luck with lotteries (Family history: When he was younger he had an accident while driving- truck tumbled down a cliff [more or less] for several meters, but he survived with minor injuries. Some time later, when a he went along with a friend who wanted to get some financial advice from a medium, the medium told him that he didn’t need any more luck, as he had enough already). Passed a message from my sis: “Help me buy three 4D numbers. Will pay you back.” All had a good laugh at her expense:p

Off to Times Square. I was assigned the role of tour guide, as usual. Shopping festival for them. I got a free shirt as payment for my services:) Next up, KLCC. Decided to walk there. Here’s where the little kid became annoying (Imagine: “Are we there yet?”, without end. It’s right in front of you, damnit!). We got there fine, albeit with a light drizzle. First place we spotted for a rest happened to be Starbucks. Not a place where I’d take such a big group (Eight total), and for obvious reasons=.=; but that’s where we ended up anyway. After drinks and a rest (Not to mention some headaches suffered by those unused to coffee), we went in and got to work: they hit the clothing stores, and I tagged along, relatively uninterested. Painter Unc satisfied his fetish for televisions (He ogled plasma TV’s while the rest ogled clothes).

A little time for myself. Where else? Kinokuniya. The only place I care for in the entire building. I’ve never even bothered with remembering which side of the building the train station is located in. If it goes, so does a major contributor to my daily entertainment (At least until I get myself to Japan once more, where I’ll conduct raids to suffice me for years on end). It’s just sad that they don’t stock doujinshi. Which means no 粟岳. Crap. Something did catch my attention, however… an issue of ニュータイプ(Newtype) with a feature article on Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion R2. Which happened to come with a free Code Geass illustrated clear folder, featuring Lelouch and Suzaku in full regalia (I can just imagine how Ming will go bonkers if I get it). Costs 30 bucks though… I’ve never liked paying that much for magazines. But still, the temptation… (≧∀≦)Gah.

Train to Bukit Jalil. Walked back to the hotel from the station. Took a peak at a night market along the way. Pop came along later, and… let’s see, head count… the nine of us headed out in two cars towards SS2, where we hoped to introduce them to this place called Sri Murni, this insane resaurant that commands a full street of customers whenever they’re open, thanks to their hybrid menu. Well… actually they don’t have a complete menu to begin with, which is quite a pain… you’re reduced to looking at what other people are ordering and upon seeing something interesting, grab a waiter and ask “apa itu?”. By the way, the owner is the brother of another similar establishment, William’s, near the old Lim Kok Wing building. Oh well. As (ill)luck had it, they were closed. Ended up walking around and poking our heads at various menus. Finally settled on this restaurant that specialised in HK desserts and Shanghainese cuisine. Supposedly. Twas pretty good.

Home. Locked myself in my room as the others slept, and watched the movie Millennium Actress by Satoshi Kon, which I’d recently obtained. The director is the guy who came up with the most excellent Paprika, and though this was an older movie (2001), it was wonderful. Maybe I’ll do a review when I’m free. After drying my tears (I tried not to. Failed miserably), it was off to sleep, and……

……woke up in the morning. Walked around, and decided to go back to sleep. When I woke up it was around 11 or noon, and they had all left. Had bread and grilled nuggets for lunch. Well, breakfast too, in a way. I don’t like the word brunch for some reason. And then I went back to bed for the rest of the day. And that, as they say (Like I care if ‘they’ really do), is that.

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