Restaurant Double Joy - SS3, Petaling Jaya

Located across the narrow tight road, careful when you drive pass, and along the same row as Shiraz Wine Shop, I know the wine shop at the back of my hands, shhhh, don’t tell anyone I am the every now and then Indian drunkard, Restaurant Double Joy is another one of those no frill and basic in ambiance Chinese eateries (Siong Huat Bak Kut Teh Pork Klang). Abuzzed when we walked in during this lunch hour at about 1.40pm, oh-my, what a buzz. Glad we sat at the far end instead of occupying the tables close to the Chinese customers. These customers, believe me, were really loud, as though they are the "Terra Cotta Warriors". I could even hear them slurping, they must have been slurping a Chinese soup and not rasam/Indian pepper soup, and the banging of forks and spoons had to get to my ears as well from where I was seated. Nevermind, I guess we should ignore such a scenario when Chinese customers are letting go of their hunger, but in any case, whatever it may be, if you dining with your Indian friends in such a restaurant, do not for my sake speak in Tamil. As it is, when we walked in, stares came from all directions, as if we were the disguised legendary Indian robbers (Restoran Heong Kee Batu Caves). 

Osaka, Japan - Nava K Did It (Part 1)

Osaka Day 1. Gonna be a whole day of walking we were already prior told. Henceforth, logically, I must pack my walking legs with lotsa food. I surely did. Walla! What else could have been a wonder morning start up for this lady except the massively tempting loads of the crispy fried crispy bacon. Super-duper my forever desire. Honestly, for once, after a long time, I pigged out. Buffet breakfast on this particular day (Kobe Japan) lemme tell you was a sheer Japanese pleasure. Crispy fried bacon, Japanese steamed cakes, half boiled egg with a dash of Japanese soy sauce and  I couldn’t possibly resist the coconut oil coffee. 

The Wembley - A St Giles Hotel in Penang (George Town)

Family. Generally, they are bundle of happiness. Maybe yes? Maybe no? I better not say anything more. Otherwise, as it is, I have already been branded as the negative person because I speak and write the truth, anything said any further, may trigger blogging sphere anger or social media anger. Then again, knowing myself well and wanting to remain as the person I am, I must still go ahead and say that you can fool the fools, the biggest fools, undoubtedly are your social media friends, Nava K definitely is not a fool. She, having been enlightened to her fifties age zone, she carries suitcases of family experiences. So please, can you please stop with trying to impress her by throwing flowery words on your family? Look, I am not questioning any of you. I agree, I must, I admit family is colourful, family is fun and family is ultra-sound-ultra-important. Yet you must, for a second or two, right now, I said now, ponder over how far further or close at arm distance family will be if you are penniless. Scary right? I know. Mum and dad most probably, even they are a question mark, still, I believe they won’t disown you. As long as you close your ears to their nagging, you can be assured of a roof and some food. But siblings? Keep dreaming. Dream on. Lucky you if your siblings won’t mind helping when money is a matter of crisis.     

Thaipusam Batu Caves 2018 - Fulfilling My Vows

I, I sincerely, maybe not always, sometimes, I can't put two and two, or even ten to ten together on why we Hindus are still blindly following or holding on to our religious beliefs, bench-marked and set by our forefathers, our foremothers too were no better (more at Mozer's Subang Parade). As much as I have tried, I for once can’t understand neither comprehend why we are not applying logic and reasoning to those beliefs. Look, in no way am I questioning Hinduism. Better for me to make myself clear before I am attacked by Gang 45 or whichever latest reigning gang. Lets take the recent Sun Eclipse as an example. Many of us can, I reckon, scientifically or technically pin the reasons, but when it comes to reasoning on our staunch Sun Eclipse Hinduism beliefs, all we are good at is forwarding videos by our religious maha gurus. Aplenty of gurus these days mind you. The known, the upcoming and the ones trying to make a name, who keep reminding us why we shouldn’t pray, why we shouldn’t eat and what else we shouldn’t do during the hours of eclipse. 

Restoran Heong Kee Seafood - Batu Caves

Honestly, honest to goodness, I really don’t have any interesting food plot up my sleeves what's with me in Batu Caves. No, no, please. Definitely not time yet for Thaipusam. In fact, I don't even have to announce when its Thaipusam. You will automatically know it. When you start seeing, one after another holiest grains putting up their diviners on social media, you can include me, Thaipusam selfing and welfing indeed are the indication that Thaipusam is up in the air abuzz. I actually ended up in this part of Batu Caves because I was bored to literally death. I basically badly needed a break. The daily grind does get to us, don't you agree? The mundane daily routine of sleeping our way for climbing the corporate ladder or we sincerely die at our job, we also have to balance many other things at one go, including, not to forget, social media is a must right? For me, I must thank my Nava star since I don't have to beat the daily jam by taking up road bullying or raging. Still, my life is utterly stressful as well. Of course I can continue with blindly forwarding rubbish news on WhatsApp groups, make sure you are careful on what you share on family WhatApp group to avoid stirring up family sentiment, nothing for me is like meeting an old friend for breaking free from mundaneness. Food and friendship for us Malaysians consecutively must dance and jive together. Am I wrong? 

Kobe, Japan - Nava K Did It!

Kobe! Yes Kobe! Akin a mini heaven popped up, right in front of me during this winter travelling-porn (Kyoto Arashiyama). Believe me! For the longest time, for as long as I can remember, I have been harbouring the thought of exploring Kobe deep in my day dreams and night dreams. The word Kobe by itself is a magical tune to my ears. Don't ask me why. I just feel it. Or maybe, come to think of it, each time I read or Kobe beef, a variety of Japanese “Wagju”, regarded as one of the highest quality meats world around, is featured on tv, I sincerely can’t curb my enthusiasm for Kobe. Imagine? Imagine wagju/Japanese cows drinking beer, additionally, being rice wine massaged and listening to classical music. Ohlalala! Intriguing fantastica luxurious cows world, isn’t it? I know. 

Pulau Ketam, Selangor (Part 2) - A Trip With Nava K

Back to Pulau Ketam, land on stilts or land seated or standing on water (Pulau Ketam Part 1). Literally blistered and roasted. No doubt, our boat ride venture to the fish farm and floating village was really a major exciting eye opener, nevertheless, sightseeing in our mad crazy hot Malaysian weather, I tell you. I especially, massively sweat dripped. As if I had wrestled and fought in a rain battle. As it is I sweat like a dog or cow for no apparent reason, can you imagine how it would have been withstanding the burning sun at the fish farm and also the back and forth boat ride? Phew! Crazy. Therefore, the moment we walked into Pulau Ketam, we immediately dashed for thirst quenching and  this woman, yes, me Nava K, once I am out of the house, all I can think of is food. Well, you can blame me. I am so tired of eating my own cooking. Wish, I sincerely wish my Indian love other half-half will cook as well, I suppose its easier said than done. Husband cooking for wife definitely is not the way to our marriage life. Come to think of it, I have my doubts if it will ever take place. Yet, I have not given up because never say die is my strong lifelong policy. Keeping my fingers crossed. If he still insist he doesn't want even after he retires, I think I have no other choice but spank his butt real hard. Bwah-hah-hah! Just kidding.