Roadtrips with great music and good company!

"For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."
-- Robert Louis Stevenson--

Granted 2 weeks off, so started out the first of my holidays with an impromptu trip up north with Mas and Paul. Have been feeling rather edgy for the past few weeks, so decided to 'get advice' from Nigel. Don't know whether I had made the right decision. Main objective of the trip up north:-

1. Visit Nigel
2. Meet up with Xixi to discuss about the danceshow
3. Visit aunty Hannah who "prays each night for God to end her suffering of arthritis"

I was extremely happy with the trip as I acheived doing all three --

Pix taken by DI from behind

Paul wanted to drive, so I allowed him to drive DD32. The road is long...
Song playing: Ironic.
"it's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife..its like meeting the man of your dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife..isn't it ironic?"

Told Mas that the song was eerie as I kept seeing iconic emblems everytime this song was played on the radio. A sign of??? Sigh....

I love graveyards. Especially this one. I could stay, read a book and have a picnic, without feeling weird or spooked here. Its so peaceful. This is Mr Andrew's tombstone . I asked the undertaker to take a picture of us with the famous 'doggy grave' - myth is, when Andrew passed on, his faithful dog was so heartbroken, he laid by his tombstone every single day. Relatives and friends of Andrew would have to feed the dog at the graveyard everyday - when the doggy died, they decided to place a marble replica of doggy ( I don't know his name). Apparently, the story is not true as its famously told, but its a lovely story is it not?

Pix taken by Mastura

Felt a bit blue (hence the shirt colour) so when I went to visit Nigel and told him about my predicament. I told him to give me a sign. Bowed my head in prayer. Nigel Samson was my best friend and was supposed to be my wedding planner. Justice is being served to all 5 of the murderers who dared harm my 'happy' friend. Paid the undertaker RM10 to clear the weeds. Told them to look after my Nigel. I secretly hoped that my gesture of paying the undertaker RM10 to clear the weeds ( not much weed anyway), Nigel would take pity on me and stop choreographing dance numbers up in heaven for one hour to guide me on my recent insecurities. Strange. I know what the answer is deep inside me but I am too afraid to understand, comprehend it. I should sleep on this matter. Perhaps God and Nigel only works best when I am truly alert and attentive.