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14 August, 2008

Triple layered cheesecake

23:44:21 | Daily Life, Ranting, Travel | Comments Off

Genting Highlands was good, really good.

I was half-expecting the trip to be sort of boring, mundane and lacking something since it was just my parents and me - in contrast with all the other trips there with my cousins and friends, ensuring that I’m shrouded with noise, screaming, yelling and laughing throughout. Strangely though, I didn’t mind having a … silent trip.

A big fat revelation dawned on me on the first day I was there - no cousins around means that I wouldn’t be dragged into arcades against my will, and waste my time loafing around and watching them play for hours on end because I have absolutely no interest in video games, and when I’d rather be somewhere else doing something else.

Don’t get me wrong, my cousins are great fun and I love them. It just … a clash of personal interests.

Ah, well.

And having mum around who enjoys shopping as much as I do means that I wouldn’t have to listen to any form of whining or complaining each time I step into a shop. (Boys being boys, generally hate shopping - which describes my cousins to a tee.)

Needless to say, I splurged like hell while I was there.

Plus, I finally got the chance to explore the place inside out - the little gardens scattered here and there, and walking to places I never knew existed. Indulged in a fair bit of photography while I was there, being the shutterbug I am - and uploaded the works here for your viewing pleasure.

Health wise - I managed to stay upright throughout the entire trip. No collapsing or fainting (thank goodness) since I kept myself in check while I was there, finding a spot to sit down immediately each time I felt faintish or dizzy, and downing quite a lot of water in a desperate attempt to rid myself of that low blood volume issue. (Which also resulted in an increased need to pee. Oh, heck.)

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I’ve another neurologist appointment tomorrow - this time, a different fellow. Mum insists I should seek more opinions from different doctors since … we still don’t have definite answers.

Quite undecided whether I want to go, though. I’m starting to find all the doctor visits pretty pointless considering how I’ve seen so many of them and am still not recovering. Plus, I’m pretty much used to having constant giddy/fainting spells and accepted it as a part of life after the past two months so … I’m not letting it affect me as much as it used to before.

Ah well, I’d see how. Most likely I’d still end up going anyway since mum’s not letting me worm out of this one. :(

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Plus, a final mini-rant to get off my chest.

(During a conversation with regard to how certain hairstyles (hair colours, rather) are not easy to match with certain types of clothing, since a friend was intending to colour his hair to the shade of discussion.)

“It’s not that I have much of a wardrobe anyway,” says he - looking down at his clothes.

Well, I’m not one to criticise about clothes - since I personally view clothing as an expression of one’s personality (people who know me will know this very well, and how I am fiercely protective of individual dress styles).

So, I simply looked at him and said - “Well, I respect people’s dress sense, so I don’t deem it right for me to comment.”

Said person then stares at me from head to toe before he remarks - “Are you just saying that to make yourself feel better?”

Talk about taking a not-so-subtle dig at me.

So very nice of him, I must say. (Heavily sarcasm induced.) So much for me being polite, for me respecting his decisions and choice of apparel - just to get myself shot down in return.

Well dude, from your point of view - you may be joking, and I accept that. And I pardon you just this once because you’ve only known me for barely three months and are thus, unaware about how strongly I feel over personal style (mine: comfort, practical jeans and tees with prints that reflect my personality and/or beliefs), how protective I am over my own and how I don’t stand for people trying to smack me down in this area.

People who know me all too well know better than to step over this line.

And I’m warning you - one more time, and I’ll make your life living hell.

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Epilogue:
I know this entry is sort of queer since I’m talking about three different matters altogether in one entry, which is something I very rarely do. I hereby call this entry my ‘triple layered cheesecake’ entry. (Not because I am craving for cheesecake. :P)

Pardon me if I sound incoherent, as I’m pretty sleep-deprived over the past few nights.

12 June, 2008

Genting, Day 4.

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Trying to manage a quick update here at Genting Cybercafe before my remaining minutes of computer usage expires.

Weather was well, misty almost 100% of the time so I was mostly stuck indoors - watching my cousins play at the arcade and basically stuffing myself silly with waffles and all sorts of other junk food. (Oh, and did I mention overspending at the shops here?)

Mind wasn’t really at peace though - continuously worrying about my Final Year Project progress back at Singapore ever since receiving a groupnate’s SMS a couple of days ago regarding a possible meeting today (which is impossible since I’d only be reaching Singapore at 10pm). And the fact that she’s SMSing me certainly means that something urgent must be up.

Cousin’s playing Dota next to me while I’m struggling to gain access to my school email. (Which is next to impossible since I’m getting logged out like once every minute.) And I can’t even draft an email on the sidelines since they disabled ALL other programs other than internet and the stupid mindless games that typical cybercafe users stick their noses in. (Which means NO notepad.)

And I can’t use my laptop either since everyone’s badgering me about playing their movie DVDs on it as soon as I switch it on. Boy, talk about productivity.

(Fuck - five minutes of usage time left. Will make this quick.)

Anyway, Genting Trip’s soon coming to a close. Will miss the company of my cousins and soaking up the atmosphere (my home away from home) here at Genting Highlands.

(Double darn - now there’s a dog’gone countdown appearing on my computer telling me that my time’s almost up. Sounds like I’m going to die or something.)

All right. Toodles!

A proper entry will be up once I return home.

07 June, 2008

Three days, two nights at Pulau Sibu

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So, I’m finally back - albeit a much darker version of my former self.

We’ve had bright sunshine, sand and sea, as well as loads of strong winds and sea breezes over the past three days at Pulau Sibu. The water was mostly turquoise-green, whereas it was completely clear and blue at one of the smaller islands (Pulau Kukus) that we were brought to.

I’m going to launch into a long grandmother’s story about the trip itself - so feel free to filter out whichever parts you’re more interested in reading. Alternatively, you can let the photos do the talking.

10 simple facts about the Pulau Sibu Trip
1) Five people were stung by jellyfish during snorkeling. (No, I wasn’t one of them - wasn’t snorkeling either because I can’t swim to save my life.)

At the beach near Sea Gypsy Resort.

2) We went to a total of four beaches - scattered around various parts of the island. Three with reasonably clear water, and one with clear blue water which I couldn’t bear to leave. Oh, and one of them beaches wasn’t the usual sandy ones we have - instead, there was smooth marble and limestones in various shapes and forms making up the shoreline.)

3) While all my friends have received plentiful of sandfly bites, I’ve received less than five - all thanks to the extremely effective insecticide brought by a friend. (Although it boggles the mind why THAT friend was the worst hit among all of us when it came to insect bites.)

4) We’ve eaten enough crabs, prawns, sotongs (cuttlefish) and fish to last us a lifetime.

5) All of us agreed unanimously that we hated the toilets at the resort.

There were four toilets/bathrooms that had to be shared among all the rooms on the ground floor - and they were often sandy, smelly, dark, brimming with dirty footprints and mosquitoes.

Plus, there was always some joker who would blatantly refuse to flush the damn toilet. Grr.

6) Four of us are horrendously sunburnt now - and I happen to be one of them. (Around the shoulders and the back of my neck - ooooh, ouch.)

7) I’ve been on enough boat rides to last me a lifetime either - with me tying on my lifejacket as tightly as I can, and clinging on to the side (or any available handlebars) on the boat with my dear life because … I can’t swim, remember?

8) Watching the tides going up and down proved to be an extremely interesting experience.

Take for example, when we first reached the resort - it was high tide to an extent that the disembarking area of the jetty was flooded, so everyone had to walk in the water.

However, at 6 in the morning, the sea had gone all the way out to an extent that even the jetty was moored in the middle of nowhere with nothing but sand all around it.

And take note - the jetty was a considerable distance away from the shoreline!

9) I held a live fish for the first time during fishing - it was wet and slimy, and the scales were falling off all over my hands. Was pretty much amused at how the fish was still its usual silvery grey colour when it was first caught while it loses all its colouring (through the shedding of its scales, perhaps?) once it dies to an extent that it becomes transparent, revealing all its insides.

Our resort’s sign at the jetty.

10) The resort we stayed at was Sibu Coconut Village Resort.

A pretty run-down place with dark and musty rooms, and inconsistent bedsheet colours. Basically, don’t expect any form of cleanliness when you reside here. Also, the power generators went down three times.

Unfortunately, this was already one of the better resorts they have on the island and we didn’t spend that much time within the resort premises anyway.

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