Currently playing: Panic! At The Disco-The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage.
Good luck in figuring that out. The only reason why I keep on listening to it is because its so darn catchy.
I’ll be going back to campus today. My stuff’s still stacked in my dorm, and I have yet to check out. I came home for the weekend because I haven’t seen Lutfi in yonks. Speaking of which, my condolences to y’all Arsenal fans. I couldn’t decide which team to root for in the end, because Man U now are leading Liverpool with a game in hand, and Arsenal now MUST win the Champion’s League if they’re to qualify for next season, conditional upon the Hotspur’s continuing their steady progress.
On Saturday night, the whole family bundled into the car for our weekly ritual of visiting my grandmother. With her living in KL, it made things all the more easier. It was only when we were outside my aunt’s house did we think of calling…only to find out she was holidaying in Penang with our uncle and his family.
(I have to say this. Snow Patrol’s version of Crazy in Love is so freakin’ good!)
Instead of going straight back home though, Abah decided to drive into KL and give the rest of the family a road tour. We went along with the idea, since Abah was usually never much of an adventurous explorer. He went kind of overly enthusiastic about it though, which riled me a wee bit. Figuring that I would need to know my way around KL sooner or later, he kept on pointing out landmarks for me to remember when I begin LAP later on.
"Lubna, that’s Campbell Complex, this used to be called Jalan Campbell. Now see here, this is where Jalan Dang Wangi turns into Jalan Ampang. See the sign, Lubna? What does the sign say? So here, you turn left. Remember! Left at this junction. And now look at your left. What’s it say? THAT’S Wisma Denmark. Do you see it Lubna?"
I know he was only trying to be helpful, but honestly. He needn’t have to be so worried about me. True, I’m the KL girl with no sense of geography when it comes to the city, but I think I’ll be able to manage. That’s what a sense of adventure is for, assuming I’ll have enough time to traipse around the city in the first place after ‘work’. Besides, I’ll be taking public transport, so if he wanted to point out the Dang Wangi LRT station (which is right across Wisma Denmark), that’d be sufficient, me thinks. I didn’t know KLCC was that close though.
KL looks fantastic at night. That is why I love it when darkness falls; it conceals all the roughness of a place, softens its features and highlights all its beauty. Such a shame I didn’t bring the cam along.
We later capped off our tour by visiting our old house in Taman Seputeh. It was the very house we had left 15 years ago. I have fragments of memories from that old house, many of which are quite vague, but I remember fully well how it looked like inside. Upon seeing it again was really overwhelming.
Nothing had changed. Nothing.
Ok, maybe the new owners didn’t have as much sense as my parents did when it came to choosing curtains (because unfortunately, they were really hideous) but other than that, everything had remained perfectly frozen in time. I remembered the house being a lot bigger though, but when you’re 5, the world is a bigger place.
I saw the roads I used to walk on with Lutfi in tow all those years ago, under the watchful eye of Kak Ana. I suppose that’s where my love of promenading stems from.
Ah well. My memories will be my memories, which is where I left my old house as we headed back home that night.
Enough said here.
