It was exactly a week ago that my flight from Heathrow touched down on Malaysian soil. Ever since then, I've been eating out almost every day. Burger King, Pizza Hut, Chicken Rice Shop, Kenny Rogers.. it feels good to become a meat-eating machine again after months of being a non-practicing vegetarian. But of course, the crown of all culinary adventures belongs to our Malaysian-made, 24-hour mamak shops where I finally fulfilled my addiction to fried maggi and teh ais. Pure bliss, I tell you. I love the UK dearly, but those people have no idea what they're missing out on.
I went to Times Square yesterday and I was alone in Borders where I got approached personally by some guy who noticed the book I was reading. He wanted to sell me his copy of the exact same book for a fraction of the original price. He then went out to "get the book" for me and five seconds later, some lady wearing a Rakan Cop cap came to tell me that she was a house detective and warned me to watch out because that guy had been prowling that store for a couple of hours and he had been watching me for quite some time. I was so freaked out. Afterwards, I went looking for my guy friend and I never left his side till I got home :P
As unnerving as it was, I couldn't help feeling amused about the whole encounter. I travel on my own for most of my time in the UK and I'm always vigilant wherever I go. But once I come home, I lower my defences thinking I'm in the safety of my own backyard. And yet, this is when most of my unfortunate incidents happen. Last year, right after I came back home for the summer, my purse was stolen. I guess you can never be too careful, even when you're home.
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