Our home in KL

Our home in KL means many things to us. I've been telling Nisa for a while now that the trip up is like a mini holiday; a chance to get away from house work and the humdrum of life in Spore into a place where we are taken care off and we can rest. Jamie loves it here in KL, because he plays with his cousins and not alone. He's fine in Spore but really gets into the swing in KL. We arrives late last night and Jamie was upset that everyone was asleep; he sat around at the stairs just to be sure and in case his cousins decided to wake and he could start the festivities with them.

Me? I'm by myself this afternoon. Everyone had gone to see R's end of year concert. And this is where my KL comes in. Left alone (and sometimes when I'm not), I go to the old familiar places. The continuity brings comfort, and the familiarity, warmth. It's sometimes a refuge and a getaway. My first stop was for food. Even though we do not face food problems in KL, I went to my favorite nasi kandar place. It's always the same rice and dish combination and every time I pay for it, I mentally wonder why it is so expensive - RM14.50 (when it used to be just hovering at the RM10 mark).

Next stop was starbucks. This is more an indulgence then a habit because I always bulk at paying so much for coffee. Our neighbourhood starbucks has free wi-fi, cozy sofa chairs and is practically empty; when all of that gets priced into the coffee, it seems almost a steal if I do it once every 3 weeks. Starbucks is where a lot of surfing on the Internet gets done, and where this entry is being written. It is hard not to fall asleep in those sofa chairs.

This caps one lazy afternoon in KL. More surfing after this and then away to Kiara for a run within the hills. If only my job was this fun.