A trip to Malaysia, a journey to my other home…

Once again… its my annual trip to Malaysia. Some sad things happen in my family in Malaysia, some happy things happen too.

Its such a small world… We always meet people know. This time… we met my mother’s friend. What a great opportunity to tell her that her son’s fish died while in our care. (Sarcasm implied). She laughed and said that she will tell her son the news after the holiday. In a few days time… they will be coming to our house to collect a empty fish tank.

Last time… I thought Ipoh was called Hippo. So when my mother met with her friends from Ipoh, I always asked her when she was going to meet her Hippo friends. I know I am an unfillial daughter for saying this…. But I always thought Hippo was a very appropriate place for where her and her Hippo friends came from. I discovered my mistake when I learned how to read the signboard in Malaysia. To redeem myself…. Actually… my mother is not that fat.