:: The Work Trip ::
Recounting my short work trip experience.
The journey began on Friday night.
I was a little apprehensive at the thought of spending more than ten hours in the bus at first.
But the ride was fine and I found myself enjoying the night's serenity while the bus cruised along the unlit Malaysia highways.
We checked in our hotel at seven the next morning only to be told that we had to sit in a whole day conference that will start at nine.
The first part of the conference saw me squirming in my seat as I tried to fight my sleepiness but the next round of paper discussions triggered a heated debate on Malaysia's move to change the term 'Bahasa Melayu' to 'Bahasa Malaysia'.
While here we took our mother tongue language for granted, being in the presence of people who lives and breathes the Malay language can put one to shame for not having pride in one's own language especially when one dismisses its importance by using irrelevance as a plausible explanation.
The paper discussions ended an hour later than scheduled.
So we had only half an hour break before we were scooted off to the state's cultural center.
It was a superb 'Malam Puisi Nusantara' with special live performances by M Nasir and Kopratasa.
And I was practically turned on by the Acheh's folk dance performance that I felt truly culturally enriched that night.
So we got to dine with the Dato's & Datin's as well as Tan Sri and we even had police cars escorted all of us back to the hotel from the cultural center.
But the highlight of the trip was when Lela and I conquered our tiredness and decided to check out the warungs.
So at 2 am, we wandered off to scout for a good chill out place.
We chit chatted over teh tarik and talked to some of locals tending the night warungs.
Apparently, the person who cooked my mi goreng is an 18 year old guy!
Warungs have a strange way of making me appreciate the little things in life.
How if given the right opportunities & education, will these hardworking mats thrive.
Its a humbling experience as me & Lela spent our early mornings chatting away, making the best of our short trip.
We did a little exploration around the hotel area and was treated to the local delights.
Keropok lekor babe!
Headed home by flight.
Its only an hour journey from Penang airport to Senai airport and that saves hours of traveling time.
Recounting my short work trip experience.
The journey began on Friday night.
I was a little apprehensive at the thought of spending more than ten hours in the bus at first.
But the ride was fine and I found myself enjoying the night's serenity while the bus cruised along the unlit Malaysia highways.
We checked in our hotel at seven the next morning only to be told that we had to sit in a whole day conference that will start at nine.
The first part of the conference saw me squirming in my seat as I tried to fight my sleepiness but the next round of paper discussions triggered a heated debate on Malaysia's move to change the term 'Bahasa Melayu' to 'Bahasa Malaysia'.
While here we took our mother tongue language for granted, being in the presence of people who lives and breathes the Malay language can put one to shame for not having pride in one's own language especially when one dismisses its importance by using irrelevance as a plausible explanation.
The paper discussions ended an hour later than scheduled.
So we had only half an hour break before we were scooted off to the state's cultural center.
It was a superb 'Malam Puisi Nusantara' with special live performances by M Nasir and Kopratasa.
And I was practically turned on by the Acheh's folk dance performance that I felt truly culturally enriched that night.
So we got to dine with the Dato's & Datin's as well as Tan Sri and we even had police cars escorted all of us back to the hotel from the cultural center.
But the highlight of the trip was when Lela and I conquered our tiredness and decided to check out the warungs.
So at 2 am, we wandered off to scout for a good chill out place.
We chit chatted over teh tarik and talked to some of locals tending the night warungs.
Apparently, the person who cooked my mi goreng is an 18 year old guy!
Warungs have a strange way of making me appreciate the little things in life.
How if given the right opportunities & education, will these hardworking mats thrive.
Its a humbling experience as me & Lela spent our early mornings chatting away, making the best of our short trip.
We did a little exploration around the hotel area and was treated to the local delights.
Keropok lekor babe!
Headed home by flight.
Its only an hour journey from Penang airport to Senai airport and that saves hours of traveling time.
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