One memorable vacation.
First and foremost, this is an appeal to the public.
If you are the person who has submitted my domain to designsnack.com, pretty pretty please remove my domain from there. I am flattered that you feel my site deserves to be listed. :P However, with effect from two months ago, I have ceased all my listings in various communities because I have reached a certain point where I’ve decided to keep a low profile online.
Meanwhile, I’ve returned from Kuala Lumpur. (Duh, why would I be writing here, otherwise!)
It was all in all, a highly enjoyable (and interesting) vacation. A good amount of time was spent catching up with my distant relatives from where we’ve left a year ago. Plus, they provided excellent companionship especially when it comes to a girl’s favourite activity - shopping.
Expenditure was a rather touchy issue this time round because I’ve purchased several items which (i) I already have an abundance of (ii) do not need or (iii) are liable to end up as white elephants in my cupboards or shelves. Strangely though, the amount spent looked pretty scary when in Malaysian ringgits, but seemed very reasonable when converted to my own currency. That’s the wonder of the currency value differences for you.
To sum up the boring facts in a nutshell, I’ve returned with;
1) A nice golden-brown tan, all thanks to that entire day spent outdoors at Sunway Lagoon.
2) A lighter mood. All that laughter had put me in a rather cheery state - an antithesis of my rather depressed state prior to the trip.
3) Six new pieces of apparel, 5 of which were tees. (Argh!)
4) Photographs and videos as memorabilia.
5) A sore bottom and back from sitting in the coach for several long hours on end.
Meanwhile, I just can’t not relate a particular scenario that took place sometime during this vacation which involved one of my younger distant cousins who is still at the (rather) tender age of eight - Little Joey.
Apparently, most of the younger generation had decided to catch this particular movie, of which the title would not be mentioned. This movie has been rated NC16 locally, but was merely PG rated in Malaysia, despite containing a couple of mild-sexually explicit scenes.
Somehow, my eldest distant cousin happened to be the unlucky soul who was seated right next to Little Joey, and had to endure much of his senseless remarks during the course of the movie. Of course, considering how young he was, there were just too many things that he could not appreciate at that age.
Thus, during a particular scene involving a half-naked woman, Little Joey piped up. Pointing at the screen, he went;
“Na na pok! Na na pok! Na na pok! Na na pok! Na na pok!”
(Repeat this several times. For the uninitiated, ‘Na na pok’ is a local slang for breasts.)
My eldest distant cousin placed her head in her hands. She didn’t know whether to hide her face in embarassment or to burst out laughing, because several other people present at the cinema were already beginning to turn around.
Little Joey poked her again.
“Jie jie, look! Very big hor?”
To quote my distant cousin’s exact words - “I was speechless. I really did not know how to reply him!”
“I don’t blame you,” was my answer. If caught in that situation, I would certainly be laughing too hard to even be able to think. However, Little Joey had provided us all with much entertainment throughout the entire vacation. Plus, who can resist those big, innocent looking eyes of his?
Lastly, I know that this is late.
Wishing all readers out there a very Merry Christmas, and peace and joy for the years that lie ahead.
Meanwhile, I’m off to Cameron Highlands for three-four days, and would be back on the 29th. So, yes. Another short disappearance.
Okay, “to the moon” is exaggerating it a little too much. Perhaps I should say, “To Kuala Lumpur and back”?
And yes, my fellow ladies and gentlemen, this will mean that I will make another disappearance for the next four days while I indulge in the warm sunshine (I hope) and the various shopping malls in Kuala Lumpur.
Will be residing at Mines Resort City - Palace of the Golden Horses for the next three nights. A terribly cliche-sounding name, I know.
Almost the entire hotel is decorated with bronze and golden statues of various mystical creatures, the horse included. Plus, antique furniture which I am frightened to sit on, and marble flooring that is so shiny I can half-expect to ice-skate on it.
I especially can never forget how my cousin threatened to break all the ‘horse’ statues within the hotel and christen the place as “Palace of the Broken Horses” just a year ago. In fact, it makes me laugh whenever I think of it.
To much of a classy place for me to handle - since I crave simplicity, so I am just going to pretend I am living in just a plain ol’ ordinary hotel.
Meanwhile, yours truly is still trying to shake off a sudden case of flu which came about just a day ago (Yes, I know. What wonderful timing - sarcasm induced.) The ice cream I’ve had two days ago, of course, didn’t make things any better.
I do hope I am winning the fight against the flu virus though. The virus is mighty, but Brenda here is even mightier! -ROAR.
(Sorry, trying to practise a little positive thinking here.)
Thus, I shall depart for the next four days with my two favourite cousins and distant relatives. Somehow, my thoughts get excessively complicated whenever I am on such trips with people I rarely get to meet. Although I do click well with the younger generation, I tend to get a bit uneasy where the adults are concerned.
Ah, well. Let me survive the weekend, please.
Will be back on Monday Night.
(And disappear again on Tuesday Night - will explain why when I return.)
Back from Vietnam, after seven days of both physical and mental torture in a foreign country, plus an unusually turbulent plane ride back home.
An unusual welcome
Upon entering the immigration area of the airport, I just had this strange sensation that I was being stared at. Thinking that it was merely my imagination, I chose to dismiss it altogether.
Only when I reached the front of the queue did I realize that the stares were coming from two immigration officers at the counter I was queueing at. When I handed my passport over, he stared at my photograph for almost a whole minute with me standing there, bewildered at the sheer amount of time he was taking.
That was when the second immigration officer and himself proceeded to stare at me for the next minute or so. By then, I was beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable.
He finally handed my passport back to me several minutes later. Just as I was about to leave, one of them officers suddenly spoke.
“You are a very beautiful girl,” says he.
That was when I freaked out.
Number one, I am not a “beautiful girl”, as he puts it. I consider myself as plain average. You just need to set your standards a little higher, Mr Immigration Officer.
Number two, Immigration Officers certainly do not go around patronizing people this way. Perhaps he didn’t mean to seem patronizing, but that was how I perceived it.
Well, it is just me.
Thoughts on Vietnam
Hanoi had excellent weather. Cold climate - which I love, but it was too boring a place to be. Ho Chi Minh had a shitload of attractions and shopping districts, but the weather was bad enough to reduce me to a boiling puddle of liquid on the sidewalk - that’s the physical torture.
Okay, so both cities had both their good and bad points.
Where’s the mental torture?
Far too many. Perhaps it is just me, but I have a tendency to get annoyed very easily especially when on a vacation in a foreign land. Perhaps the habits of the locals there just didn’t appeal to me and thus, it happened to rub me the wrong way.
There are people who simply shove you aside instead of using the phrase “Excuse me”. To tally it all off, I have been shoved and pushed aside violently almost five times throughout the entire trip, with each offender receiving muttered cursing and swearing from yours truly.
The roads are terribly chaotic. The cars and motorcycles do not choose to heed the traffic lights and keep to their lanes. Instead, they muscle their way, weave through the traffic as if they own the road. Plus, when a vehicle gets into their way, they do not slow down. They choose to blast their car horns instead. Not once, not twice, but thrice.
The salespeople are pushy. Extremely pushy. I’ve had my shirt tugged, my hands and hair pulled, all by desperate salespeople who were trying to divert my attention to their stall as I strolled through Ben Tanh market at Ho Chi Minh City.
Needless to say, I was pretty much disgusted.
My cousin had it worse. He got groped.
There was one huge bright side, though.
Most of the toilets there were surprisingly clean! Wow-wee! Quite surprising, especially for a developing country like this one.
After experiencing Vietnam, and adding on to my past experiences in other developing countries like China, I realized that I am someone who cannot tolerate uncivilized behaviour - which makes me appreciate my own country more.
Personal Issues
On the whole, the trip was so-so-ish. The whole experience didn’t quite make it to my expectations, perhaps due to the restrictions set by some of my relatives.
Well, you know relatives. Typical adult-like thinking of not allowing the younger generation to roam around on their own, or staying out beyond a certain time. That’s where the huge pain in the arse sets in.
When in a foreign country, what I want to do is explore and fly freely. However, a certain relative is always insisting on me remaining in the hotel unless there is an available adult to escort me, since she seems to feel that I am incapable of looking out for myself.
And the other adults? They are too preoccupied with wanting to ‘fly freely’ on their own and so I was stuck in the hotel room with nowhere to go since there was no one left to bring me around.
Fuck it.
Ah, anyway. I didn’t mind having some me-time in the hotel room, lazing around in bed with a book, and munching on goodies at the same time. However, the thought of being cooped up in the room when in a new surrounding with only seven days to complete my exploration was well, agonizing.
To sum it all
I did manage to spend quality time with my three beloved cousins though - the boys who I grew up together with. You three never fail to make me laugh. (And David, please stop farting in the bus. It stinks to high heaven.)
And I miss the sights at Halong Bay, Hanoi. Ahhhhhhh. Most relaxing period of the entire trip. You’ll find out why once I post the pictures up. Not today, but soon.
Meanwhile, please make do with the above commentary. (:
As for now, I seriously need to catch some sleep because I have been surviving the past three days with only an average of 5 hours of sleep a night.
Plus, the turbulent flight mentioned earlier seems to have disoriented me a little because despite being on level ground and typing on my keyboard, I am still feeling as if I am on the aircraft.
Is this what people call jet-lag?