A Rendezvous In The Rain

Cold, grey, rainy days.

Something about them that drive people to seek out warmth and comfort. It certainly drove me out, cruising down the highways as slips of rain speckled my windscreen only to be swept away by the wiper blades.

I pulled over at some quiet corner, and got out. Stood beneath the eaves. Stared at the rain a bit. Rubbed my arms for a little warmth. Turned around.

And there you were.

I casually walked over, then walked away again. I sat down at a table, not too far from where you were. Averting my eyes. Trying not to stare. Hoping you wouldn't notice the hunger that burned behind my eyes.

But perhaps you did.

And you came over to where I sat, carrying with you a heady scent. Exotic, a hint of spice, perhaps. Oh, how you intoxicated me.

You came close, oh so close to me. And your gravity pulled me closer still. Inch by inch, nearer and nearer, until you touched me, your heat caressing my lips, your taste burning on my tongue.


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I have to say... the nasi lemak was wholly average but boy, the wild boar curry was pretty good. Warmed my body and filled my belly - about all it really takes to keep me happy.

Nasi lemak @ Everyday Food Court, Puchong

Emerald Empire: Dreams Of The Old Estate

My Own Sweet Time

Getting posted to a place that's like almost a half-hour's drive to not very much, and working practically from sunup till sundown, day in and day out, I haven't had much time to stay connected (other than the occasional sneaks into cyberspace while I'm still in the office and the higher-ups have all left). Thankfully, I've got my weekends back so at least I can still make the trip back to the valley and say hi to my laptop, and my couch, and my bed, and yes, my downloads.

Oh, and my friends as well. Of course. *cough cough*

Which is why I'm really appreciating my weekends now. Like, clean up my place? Whatever for? I've done enough work for the week, thank you. And it'll only be dirty again the next time I come home.

All I wanna do is kick back, relax, eat, drink hit the gym for that one time in the week, catch up with my friends (preferably over a drink, snack or meal), gossip, watch a movie, eat some more, download stuff, and be generally very merry (which normally involves eating as well).

I didn't pencil "spilling a large Coke onto my feet" or "losing my driver's license" into my itinerary but they happened anyway. Thankfully, I was wearing slippers and not my new shoes, and also, the good people of Cathay found my license and kept it for me, keeping my off-work drama to a minimum. Lord knows I have enough drama at work to deal with.

But it's back to the hinterlands tomorrow and I gotta get up at an ungodly hour so I'm not gonna think anymore about what to write and just throw some pics at you. Pics of FOOD.

Of course.

*cough cough*

Beef Soba in soup at Okuchi, Kota Damansara

Pasembor (Indian rojak) from stall in Section 17, PJ

Aforementioned stall in Section 17, PJ (as recommended by a lil' fat monkey)