Chronicles of a HeadCase

Been 3 years since I have been back home here in KL. Forgot how humid it gets!! The surreal feelings that return when you remember who you used to be, and reminiscent how you became who you are. I must say, my first week was a combination of nostalgia, eating like a beast and a touch of sadness. I remember what life was like here, how alive yet pretentious at times… Bangsar is not what it used to be… furthermore, I’ve missed out on the last 3 years of many people’s lives. Including friends, family and extended families. lol. I have yet to see KL, will probably go with my brothers tonight, apparently it has changed a lot. PJ though (the sub-urbs where I grew up) is still pretty much the same. I have yet to meet up with many of my old buddies coz most of em’ are busy with work, life and also the holidays (hari raya and deepavali). My timing always sucked, haha, everyone is away visiting relatives, and I get to see my home-town in its barren state. Where do we draw the line between dreams and ties? What price is worth sacrificing time to live, and time to live with our loved ones.

heh. All my relatives are asking me if I found a ’significant other’ yet. I don’t think I bother right now due to the fact that I don’t think its significantly worthwhile at the moment… or at least, no one struck my fancy yet? lol. nah… I think I am not ready. I guess you were right… both of you.

I never felt old for the last couple of years till I came back to Malaysia. When your niece and nephew parties more than you, you start to feel the cobwebs that cover your face. When you ask your niece and nephew what places to go party… damn you feel fuckin old. hahaha. There were things I missed about home and things I didn’t miss. For instance, waiting 5 hours to get your ID made, and after all that, they tell you it’ll be ready in 3 months…. brings me to realize how many ways the US has spoiled my dim sum ass. Till next week….