24 December 2025 Bagpackers Journal By Norwinna Binti Ahmad Norwi

Описание: 24 December 2025 Bagpacker’s Journal


Mmm… dusk bleeding into night,
eyes half-open, body still heavy from the dream,
another slow-burn day…
unfolding like a secret we don’t tell anyone.


Woke up way past sunset,
skin still tasting last night’s sweat,
no shower, no rush,
Darlie just sits there judging me.

Raided the fridge like a guilty thief,
cold rice and yesterday’s tempe curry with potatoes,
Mom’s cooking still hits different—
spicy, warm, straight to the veins.

Grabbed the dry clothes off the line,
threw them into the wardrobe chaos,
no deep cleaning on the agenda,
just enough order to keep the madness alive.


One tall glass of sweet MyRasa corn,
chased by ice-cold Coway water,
jug after jug of thick, sugary Nescafe O…
Chain-smoking Touro reds, non-stop,
Dad hooked me up—didn’t even have to spend a dime.


Abang Mat rolled up with Dad,
pulling into Sri Palma Villa Mantin,
Negeri Sembilan, Malaysia—
Mom’s smile lighting up the whole damn night.

Bro Eon dragged himself home from Rentaz Samudera,
running those foreign workers’ CLQ spots in Mantin and Nilai,
tired bones but eyes still sharp.

We’re riding this wave,
sleeping through days till Christmas crashes in,
fireworks cracking loud in the humid dark…
Merry Christmas to every wild soul out there—
may love burn slow and bright for you.


Biggest win of the day?
I washed the dishes myself.
Not heroic, but real—
hands in soapy water, feeling something honest for once.

Lost in YouTube rabbit holes,
TikTok loops stealing hours,
Facebook feeding the endless scroll,
sometimes Telegram whispers a side hustle—
ten ringgit a month, but I stay free,
living light, no strings, just the ride.


This is the life we chose—
no clocks, no chains,
just family dropping by unannounced,
smoke in the air, coffee too sweet,
fireworks reminding us we’re still alive.
Backpacker heart in a hometown body,
chasing small freedoms in the ordinary chaos.


We’re riding this wave,
sleeping through days till Christmas crashes in,
fireworks cracking loud in the humid dark…
Merry Christmas to every wild soul out there—
may love burn slow and bright for you.


24 December 2025…
Backpacker’s Journal,
another raw, unfiltered page
written in smoke, coffee stains, and quiet rebellion
here at Sri Palma Villa Mantin.
The night’s still young…
and so are we.