Who EVER leaves the excitement of Kuala Lumpur and goes to visit relatives in Kuantan for a SEVENTY FIVE-day weekend? It had to be me, hadn’t it?

And then, oblivious as I always am to what is going on in my own country, life and bank account, I manage to amble down back to the city of my birth with my flock of three, only to pack our rented home – as well as lives – into four mover trucks, for a decisive exodus BACK to Kuantan.

Where I am living now.

Not out of preference, but due to necessity. KL is just too expensive and I am not talking about being able to afford a living. I have no life.

I am neither happy, nor un-.

I don’t cry, but I don’t laugh either. A smirk is the most expressive look that my face muscles care to form. I am old and growing more so by the heartbeat.

So STFU, Meghan.

You have snared, and married, a Prince of England. A veritable blue-blooded Palace Prince. And not from just any palace.

Its Buckingham Palace, for goodness sake, which happens to be the Royal home with a balcony more famous and revered than KL’s Twin Towers, which, at one point, held the title of World’s tallest building. Nay – buildings.

Plural.

August 13, 2021