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Day 3: Rest & Relaxation

5:56 am, 25 degrees Celsius

Another episode of jet-lag and here I am typing a blog post when the forces of nature should have lulled me into deep sleep. To be fair, I was comatose the moment my head found the pillow 5 hours ago so I guess I've gotten my beauty sleep.

Had quite a trip down memory lane yesterday. I went to the Mid Valley Megamall, which I frequented quite a bit back then, the last time being 7-8 years ago. The culture in KL is such that one develops emotional ties with malls, since these monoliths are arguably the only worthwhile landmarks to go to, because of much needed air-conditioning (32 degrees Celsius outside) and consumerism wrapped in one. One could walk around for hours yet still sustain ones interest just a bit more to linger around.

Met up with a special person at MPH book stores where I purchased Lim Kit Siang's autobiography. Spent literally the whole day just aimlessly walking around; stuffing my face with food and drink whenever I can; lounging around at the ubiquitous cafes deemed trendy and up-scale by the Malaysians.

 Nothing particularly exciting about my day, just that I got well needed mental rest and rejuvenation in preparation for the conference next week. I felt relaxed in the conversations I had and poised in my thoughts.

Food log: pisang goreng (Banana fritters), nasi lemak, Malay-style fried donuts, Fried Rice, Chicken Rice, Bandung, Ice Blended, Roast & BBQ Pork Rice ( rip off), Carlsberg, Lou Por Peng, Curry Puffs, Soya Bean Milk.

P.s. today I leave for my hometown, Penang, to see my other relatives especially my grandma and grandpa. Absolutely looking forward to that, nothing beats going HOME home.

Dennis signing off.

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