Imagication

Today from the train station I decided to take the 40 minutes bus ride instead of the 10 minutes cab ride home.

The bus was packed but it was the fact that there was a long line of immigrants flagging every cab that passed by that drove me to take the bus. God forbid they were going my way and offered me to ride with them. I like immigrants and even more, courteous immigrants. I just don't like sweaty, smelly, vagrant-looking immigrants.

I managed to score the last empty seat on the bus. David Sedaris time~

...oh wait, I left the book at the office.

I don't quite remember the train of thoughts - it involved some images of hot air balloons...and some fried chicken wings...and I think... a hot Turkish man in thin cotton loincloth scrubbing me as I lie on top of a marble table in a middle of what seemed to look like a garden themed bathhouse- but it made me wanna go somewhere.

I suddenly has this urge to leave KL and just fuckin' go somewhere. But I did not know where. I thought of somewhere where I should be going - Melbourne. And then images of fine cuisine and me chocking and slapping a scrawny, skinny jeans-wearing Melbourne hipster came flashing in my head. I don't like hipsters. I think I broke his glasses too.

"Josh wants to go to Australia too...maybe I should go somewhere he doesn't care for...China!"

I looked out the window and the bus was passing a huge Chinese restaurant. The kind that sells everything from Bak Kut Teh to human fetus. We got China here. Surely it couldn't be that different.

30 seconds later, the bus drove by a poster of Messi. BARCELONA. That's it. I'm going to Barcelona.

But I hate people... And Barcelona is like tourist central. and gay central.  And I haven't even recovered from the tan I got in Phuket which was exacerbated in Okinawa... Nahhh... no Barcelona.

As the bus got closer to my stop I slowly came back to reality. I was on my way home. I was entering the mean streets of Selayang. I got off the bus and ordered some pisang goreng and karipap kentang from the hawker stall next to the bus stop...

Sure Melbourne, Kunming, Guangzhou and Barcelona would be nice... I will get to meet Syahir in Melbourne, get fat in China, and hating while drooling over the hot guys in Barcelona...but when I took the first bite from the karipap...I felt at home. My head didn't go anywhere far. It tasted right and it definitely, wholly, felt right.