In about 3 hours’ time, MB and I shall board the plane bound for Bali. When I return, I shall update with many many photos and scare my grandma with my super tan skin. Muahaahaa!! Ciao everyone!

Just 2 days ago, I saw on the news (which is totally rare, I don’t watch news) about Indonesia, I quote “alert in the next two months as an increase in terrorist activity is likely“.

Hai~

How? I’m going to Bali leh. Already booked and paid for everything liaoz. We will still go ahead with the holiday but I guess we’ll just have to be more careful. Now, that is a good reason to not just sleep away on the beach, never know when they decide to blow up the building nearby. Looks like the sea seems to be a safer option.

Stupid terrorists.

Finally, after 2 postponements, Metrosexual Boy and I are finally going for our long break in Bali. Just 2 more days to go. Yay! *throws confetti in the air*

As mentioned, it shall be a long break, of 10 days. I’m so gonna nua at the beach with the nice Balinese masseuses giving me daily massages at very low price. Hmmm…

My co-worker heard about my 10 days vacation and exclaimed in horror that I’m *air quotes* wasting *air quotes* all my days of leave in one shot I sure die during year end. I simply informed that indeed I have used up all my days of leave, but that is as of end August mah, still have days left until end of the year lah.

Well, this coming from a person who is always being forced to clear leave else they will be forfeited (aka workaholic), we are definitely not of the same breed. I need breaks, at least one good one each year, based on budget available ofcoz.

MB say I cannot nua the whole time at the beach this time round, must go out and bodysurf with him, but the wave like very big leh. Anyways, he said should tsunami attacks, the safest place is actually in the sea, coz can duck under the waves, but what if the wave are so gigantic they took ages to pass? I sure drown first lor.

Anywho, see how lah hor. Don’t care, go shopping for bikini first. Haha!!

To get the full effect, this should be read aloud. The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:

Room Service (RS): “Morrin. Roon sirbees.”

Guest (G): “Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.”

RS: “Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??”

G: “Uh..yes..I’d like some bacon and eggs.”

RS: “Ow July den?”

G: “What??”

RS: “Ow July den?…pryed, boyud, poochd?”

G : “Oh, the eggs! How do I like them?
Sorry, scrambled please.”

RS: “Ow July dee baykem? Crease?”

G: “Crisp will be fine.”

RS : “Hokay. An Sahn toes?”

G: “What?”

RS:”An toes. July Sahn toes?”

G: “I don’t think so.”

RS: “No? Judo wan sahn toes??”

G: “I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what ‘judo wan
sahn toes’ means.”

RS: “Toes! toes!…Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?”

G: “English muffin!! I’ve got it! You were saying ‘Toast.’ Fine.
Yes, an English muffin will be fine.”

RS: “We bodder?”

G: “No…just put the bodder on the side.”

RS: “Wad?”

G: “I mean butter…just put it on the side.”

RS: “Copy?”

G: “Excuse me?”

RS: “Copy…tea…meel?”

G: “Yes. Coffee, please, and that’s all.”

RS: “One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on sigh and copy….rye??”

G: “Whatever you say.”

RS: “Tenjewberrymuds.”

G : “You’re very welcome.”

 
Wah piang! Read until I cock-eye.

This is one chiobu blogger who has the body to die for. *Wolf whistles*

Her determination is my inspiration. And she makes the most delicious almond bake rice, with all healthy ingredients too! Like, a cook and beauty roll into one… what more can you ask for?!

Oh and yes, she has just celebrated her 30th birthday, which to her is just the beginning of her life.

Sweeeeeet.

Good eating place: Carl’s Jr at the newly renovated Marina Square. Nice burger, a bit messy tho.

Good album: Corrinne May - Safe in a crazy world.

My Dad is still on holidays here while my poor Mom headed back to HK for work, she has so little days of leave.

Last night, Dad craved for curry fishhead so we went down to this row of old shophouses opposite Sembawang Shopping Centre together with David (my youngest brother) and Metrosexual Boy. Parking was horrendous there but the food is fabulous.

We arrived at 7.30pm and MB was slightly late, so we made the orders first. 5 minutes later, the waitress came by and ask if we are ready for the dishes to be served.

!!!

Just 5 minutes leh.

We told them no coz we are waiting for one more person. MB arrived shortly and as soon as he sat down, the dishes filled the table, at the speed of lightning! I have no idea where the dishes came from, it was as if the waitress has 4 hands and carried all the rice on her head. Haha!!

Then when we ask for the bill, the person didn’t even have to pause, let alone go back to the counter to check, he had the amount ready in his head.

Man! The service is so fast, it’s scary.

You guys go try it. It’s call Lai Lai Curry Fishhead. I think.

 
 
The feeling is mutual. Or so they think. It must be so cos the tension is so strong between them that they can almost see the sparks fly. No one made any move for what they want is forbidden. Escape is what they need. To a new world where no one knows them.

I have been driving into JB for the past 2 weekends for my Dad who is on holiday wish to visit the churches there. Miraculously, there was no major jam at the customs, which will a pain in the butt for me as I’m driving a manual car. I’ve experienced really bad jam when we went in during public holiday weekend and I couldn’t feel my leg (left especially) after we reach our destination.

It is good to go in coz the petrol is so freaking expensive now, and with the miserable discount, I definitely need to get cheap petrol over the causeway. The pump price in Malaysia is only RM1.597 +/- leh!

Did you ever notice the passport checking booths of Singapore and Malaysia are really quite different? For one, the Malaysia booth is so high! For unknown reasons for there are no lorries/trucks driving through those lanes, further, my car is lower than normal cars, so everytime I had to tiptoe and stretch my hand as high as possible to put the passports on the counter. Then, must pay toll, with the minimally outstretched hand of the officer, should the coins slip through, I will faint coz they will all happily roll under the car! At least for Singapore side, the booth are of eye level, no need to strain my arms.

On Saturday along our way back to Singapore, as usual we stopped at Caltex just before the Malaysia customs. The petrol attendant pumped so much that the petrol overflowed, a little lah. He must have saw my gian-png (greedy) face. Haha!! I almost wanted to ask him fill up a container so I can top up myself, but I scared I kena at the custom check in Singapore.

Can you see my middle finger is swollen and got or-chey (bruise). Sob! Got hit by the ball while playing netball last night. So pain. If someone comes along and shake my hand hard, I sure faint from the pain.

p/s. please ignore the ugly non-manicured fingernails.

Thanks bro, for the birthday wish at 1am, asking me not to worry about turning the big 40s 30s, on top of the thoughful birthday card you sent me last year. You are too kind.

I digress.

Ah Beng went into army for national service. Once, they are preparing for a field trip and the sergeant delegated Ah Beng to take care of the supplies, you know like food, water and stuff. So they embarked on the field trip and half way through the jungle, the sergeant asked, “Where is Ah Beng ah?” No one knows.

Suddenly, Ah Beng jumped out from a bush and shouted, “SUPPLIES!!!”
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Did you get the joke?

silence~

 
Ahem! Anyways…

 
Thanks Metrosexual Boy, for the “supplies” you painstakingly arranged and reminding me constantly of my new age. You are too kind.

Thanks Cher, for wishing me “Happy 29th birthday!!”, genuinely, and the wonderful dinner. You are too kind.

Thanks Terrence, for announcing to the whole office I’m turning 31… NOT!! You are too kind.

Thanks Joyce, for not forgetting in wishing me another year OLDER. You are too kind.

Thanks to all people for your birthday wishes. Love y’all!!

Update: I’m celebrating my 28th birthday hor… someone just consoled me saying I still have another 362 days to the big 30. I got more than that lah… *sad*