--Written on my phone yesterday, and just gonna post it here---
It's heavy rain outside. It's like the sky was very furious with everything underneath and giving all its got. I was at the open food court with the team when it happen. Quite terrifying. I left the boys who look rather fascinated than scared at the wrath of mother nature and make my way to the nearest coffee shop.
And here I am writing this note, with hot coffee and banana muffin (tipu betul ingatkan choc muffin), wishing that I was a tourist in some foreign country with my husband and son.
Do you know why it is fun to be a tourist? I think bcos you've got to observe and learn about other culture without being part of it, if you don't want to. I remember feeling odd the first time watching a couple locking lips in public. I don't think I would do it. But what do you know? I'm open to that now, I think it's just a natural thing to do. But you can't do it in Malaysia, you have to respect the culture.
A woman clad in tudung french kissing her husband at coffee shop? Yeah, it will go viral within minutes.
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