Iftar-ing at JB was one hell of an experience. Traffic was bad, no, excruciatingly congested. It was so jammed up that my back ached. Thank god I wasn't driving but I pitied him. I've driven manual cars and got stuck in congestions before. It was hellish. My legs were asking for mercy. I could really feel muscles forming in my left leg after that.

Anyway, back to the experience. Food sucked and service was bad. Management sucks big time too. So much for it being a 5* hotel. I won't go into details but that's just to sum things up. As my dad would put it, never trust the Malays to do anything right. I totally agree dad.

But it's not just all about food. Thanks Hazry for inviting me to join. Thanks to the fiance's family for the experience. I kinda had a road trip around JB. Chicken me will never drive up to JB. Mum won't allow it anyway. Spent most of the time with his parents as we were in one car while the others were in the other car. I made an effort to speak in Malay but somehow, I reverted back to English half the time so much so that I felt kinda squirmish when his dad started talking to me in English. The drive up gave me a chance to get to know his family deeper after 9 years of being together. And they in turn, get to know me better I guess. I didn't talk much although I no longer have that terrified feeling towards his dad. That has been a huge improvement in my point of view.

Thank you for everything.