If you ask me whether I prefer traveling by plane or car, I’ll choose the latter.

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And I loveee the fact that you can put your legs in any position, you can listen to the radio loudly, you can use your phone, you can stop by any R&R to eat and splurge on local fruits with asam boi, and you don’t have to worry sitting next to a stranger.

My Birkenstocks, books, food stash, pillows and the whole parade in my car boot!!

My family and I went to Penang for 2 days last weekend.

On the Penang bridge

We have a beautiful family house in Penang. My dad built it for his parents, but sadly his dad passed away the year the house was completed. Just months before… So my grandfather never got to see the house that was dedicated to him. Until now, my dad doesn’t have the heart to sell this house.

This house reminds me so much of my late grandparents and I miss them a lot!

We don’t go there nearly as frequent as we should because of other commitments in KL, and after this trip I really don’t know why we don’t go to Penang more often! The food, the place, the DVDs! It’s awesomeeeee!

Every year, we have a buka puasa event with the people from the mosque so that gives us a reason to go to Penang every Ramadhan.

The event went smoothly and all the food was swept clean.

The youngsters went out for supper at a mamak stall and watched DVDs.

Such a nice, relaxing time.

The only thing about Penang is…

Break fast time is 5-10 minutes later than KL.

Whatever right?!! I mean we’re in the same country!!!

There I was, clutching on to my 100 Plus, waiting to drink it.

(The bottle cap has already been opened. I prepare for these things…)

Suddenly, I thought about my puasa memories in primary school.

How we’d have a puasa chart and if you fast for the whole day, the teacher would colour the whole box. If you fast for half a day, the teacher would colour half the box. So whoever who has the most colours in the chart wins.

Me?

Well, I would’ve won. I thought the contest was whoever has the least colours. Silly teacher didn’t explain the rules properly.

And then, there was the genius idea of paying my Chinese and Indian friends to go and get me food from the canteen.

And my favourite one of all that got me in trouble with my parents…I wrote about it last year.

Lesson learnt: If you want to lie about fasting, at least LOOK hungry!!

Seriously, I would so know if my future kids bluff me about fasting because I’ve done all the tricks!

Drove back to KL yesterday and Opah was waiting for me with a big smile on her face. 🙂