11.34 pm musings.

Jumping out behind wooden doors and scaring the daylights out of them.

Hearing them yell...for a second, it was like angelic music to my ears.

Eating otak-otak and apam from the pasar malam.

Recounting our heroic 'drinking' tales and how shots are still the best things in the world.

Talking about boys and protection in front of a parent.

Watching as the parent tries her hardest not to laugh.

Seeing her laugh in the end.

Discussing about the perils of hiring Indonesian maids...especially those that mix with Indian men from the temples.

Skimming through pictures taken in Malacca.

Explaining each and every photo and laughing to ourselves.

Persuading her that sleeping at 12 and waking at 6.30 ain't so bad after all.

Sending them out of the door.

Last minute confirmation of whether the GOTCHA plan was gonna be carried out...someone has to call Hitz.

All this: Priceless.