Another grandmother story

On another note, another one of my grandma's friends got harrassed by a flasher in the park. This shows that contrary to what some Kelantan officials say, you don't have to be young, pretty and wearing sexy clothing to be sexually assulted. Rape is a crime of violence, not a crime of passion. Why can't they understand that. And no, not all men think women = sex = evil = ban sexy clothing. Not all the time, anyway. It seems that despite living in the age of reason and respect, some people still have a morbid obsession about sex.

Listen to your grandmother

My grandma (from my mother's side) has been staying with my family for years. And even though she's well into her 70's, her mind is still quite sharp. However, when one lives with an elderly relative for a long time, one can't help but notice some of her advice is a little peculiar.... For example:

"Don't leave your underwear on the floor! At night ah... ants will come eat your panties!"

....right.

A long, long time ago, while describing what one of her granny friends went through when she was ill: "The doctors ah, put my friend in a hang kui loong (From Cantonese: direct translation means "drain hole"). You know, the one in the hospital..."

My grandma speaks Chinese by the way. It took me a while to understand what hang kui loong she was talking about. After much pondering I conluded she must have meant the hospital's MRI machine.

Triplets!

Visited my aunt today, who delivered three beautiful baby boys last month. The triplets are already one month old! It's amazing, really. For someone her size and height (she's shorter and smaller than me), she went through her pregnancy really well. Usually for triplets, the mother has to be put under constant observation in the hospital when she reaches 6-7 months or so. But for her, she was at home all the way until the delivery date. Cesarean section, of course. It was way too dangerous, and not to mention uncomfortable for her to carry the babies to full term. Fortunately all of them were born healthy. The moment the surgeon touched the amniotic sac with his finger, it ruptured! Talk about close calls. And another amazing thing was the speed that the C-Section was done. My aunt was wheeled in to the operating theatre a little after 10.30 a.m. At 10.56 a.m., Baby No.1 came out. 10.57 a.m. the next one, and 10.58 the last one. One baby a minute. What do they do, just pull them out? (apparently so...-_-") Though being premature, they had to be put under observation in the hospital for a couple of weeks. One of them even had to be admitted to ICU.

Thank goodness they're all fine and happily gaining weight now. :) They're sooooo cute!

This is the eldest of the triplets, Kai Yi (yellow blanket).

My mom holding the 2nd triplet, Kai Quan (white blanket).

And this is the youngest, Kai Li (pink blanket).

The three sisters holding the three brothers. I'm holding the second triplet, who kept fidgeting because he was hungry. The others were fed already, that's why they're so quiet. After this shot I accidentally performed the Moro reflex on him... Poor Kai Quan.

Small Pain In My Chest
by Michael Mack

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree.
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night
And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light.

"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could.
"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest -
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."

As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt.
"Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest.
They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."

"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old.
I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold.
We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest."

"I looked around to get some aid - the only things I found
Were big, deep craters in the earth - bodies on the ground.
I kept on firing at them, sir. I tried to do my best,
But finally sat down with this small pain in my chest."

"I'm grateful, sir", he whispered, as I handed my canteen
And smiled a smile that was, I think, the brightest that I've seen.
"Seems silly that a man my size so full of vim and zest,
Could find himself defeated by a small pain in his chest."

"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,
That I'd be sitting HERE one day with this pain in my chest?"

"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun.
"It's growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.
I think, before I travel on, I'll get a little rest ..........
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.

I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried;
I put my arms around him and I pulled him to my side
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.

You Are 55% Normal

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

How Normal Are You?

You Are 66% Feminine, 34% Masculine

You are in touch with your feminine side. Sensitive, intuitive, and caring are all words that describe you. And you're just masculine enough to relate to both men and women.

Are You Masculine or Feminine?

Your Five Variable Love Profile

Propensity for Monogamy: Your propensity for monogamy is medium. In general, you prefer to have only one love interest. But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long! There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering. Experience Level: Your experience level is high. You've loved, lost, and loved again. You have had a wide range of love experiences. And when the real thing comes along, you know it! Dominance: Your dominance is low. This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced. You know a relationship is not about getting your way. And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom. Cynicism: Your cynicism is low. You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance. No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter. You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate. And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon. Independence: Your independence is low. This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships.. It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life. In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.

The Five Variable Love Test

Weird Al Yankovic Star Wars Parody

A cute little classic from way back! :P
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cc2gqPzVjbM

Concise review on Casino Royale

Watched it last Friday. I'ts quite good, really. Daniel Craig gives the character of James Bond a bit of a rough edge, and he's certainly more built than his predecessor. I love the part when he emerges from the sea in his swimming trunks! Hehe.. and his eyes are so blue... It's interesting to see the more vulnerable, 'human' side of Bond being portrayed in this movie. He falls in love and is actually capable of getting hurt, both physically and emotionally. And Eva Green is just lovely. :) The only gripe I have is the (lack of) cool gadgets. The only gadget I saw Bond use was a defibrillator. -_-" But then again, according to the story he's just been appointed as 007 so maybe the cool stuff haven't been introduced to him yet... Overall, Casino Royale is a must-watch. Hope Craig returns in the next bond movie. :)

Turducken

Was surfing the net when I came across this interesting Thanksgiving dish. Went to Wikipedia to find out more...

A turducken ("TURkey-DUck-chiCKEN") is a de-boned turkey stuffed with a de-boned duck, which itself is stuffed with a small de-boned chicken. The cavity of the chicken and the rest of the gaps are filled with, at the very least, a highly seasoned breadcrumb mixture or sausage meat, although some versions have a different stuffing for each bird. Some recipes call for the turkey to be stuffed with a chicken which is then stuffed with a duckling. It is also called a chuckey.

The result is a relatively solid, albeit layered, piece of poultry, suitable for slow cooking by braising, roasting, grilling, or barbecuing. The turducken is not suitable for deep frying Cajun style (to deep fry poultry, the body cavity must be hollow to cook evenly). Turducken fans say that it is complex and usually quite agreeable in texture and flavor, as the juices of the turkey and chicken baste the duck, and the more robust duck bastes the turkey and chicken.

I was even more amazed when I read bout the variations of this dish:

In addition to the aforementioned chuckey, some enthusiasts have taken it a step further, and come up with the turduckencorpheail. This is a standard turducken, which is then stuffed with a cornish game hen, which is then stuffed with a pheasant, and finally stuffed with a quail. The turduckencorpheail is not for the faint of heart; it is an extremely time consuming endeavor, as birds of the proper size must first be obtained, and then prepared.

Chef Paul Prudhomme brought renewed popularity to the Osturduckencorpheail with his own Osturduckencorpheail recipe. There is a similar dish in South Africa called the Osturducken, an ostrich stuffed with turkey stuffed with duck stuffed with chicken.

A further variant is the gurducken, where the external bird is a goose, rather than a turkey.

In the UK the Turducken is commonly known as a three-bird roast. English chef Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall expanded this into a ten-bird roast (a turgoduckmaguikenantidgeonck - turkey, goose, duck, mallard, guineafowl, chicken, pheasant, partridge, pigeon, woodcock).

The largest recorded nested bird roast is 17 birds, attributed to a royal feast in France in the 19th Century: a bustergophechideckneaealckideverwingailusharkolanine - bustard stuffed with a turkey, a goose, a pheasant, a chicken, a duck, a guinea fowl, a teal, a woodcock, a partridge, a plover, a lapwing, a quail, a thrush, a lark, an ortolan and a passerine. Since passerine is a generic term, it is not known exactly what kind of bird was used as the smallest in the actual roast, although a pied flycatcher has been suggested. The recipe notes that the final bird is small enough that it can be stuffed with a single olive; it also suggests that, unlike modern multi-bird roasts, there was no stuffing or other packing placed in between the birds.

Omigod how on earth do you even pronounce that? Needless to say, all these dishes are great big cholesterol bombs. *drool*

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turducken

Andrew & Vee Han's 21st Birthday @ Luna Bar

*Blearghh* Still a little tired from yesterday's outings... It was Vee Han and Andrew's turn to hold their 21st birthday bash. Since we always celebrated their birthdays together, they decided to have a double event celebration. First, Hi-tea at Eastin Hotel. The food was good, with a wide variety of dishes ranging from Western to Malaysian to Thai. After stuffing ourselves and a few hour's rest, it was time for a chillax session at Luna Bar, KL. Vee Han and Andrew, love you guys lots!! Thanks for the unexpectedly nauseating wonderful night out yea!

Some pics of Luna Bar. Love the ambience of the place. We got there quite early, so we got a nice spot out in the open, by the pool.

The picture above was taken using my trusty human tripod. :P

L-R: Xian-Nian, me, Vee Vern, Meng Lee, Andrew, Wee Lip, Vee Han, Shing Wei, Seng Kiat.

...Meng Lee doing what he does best...

Cam-whoring in the washroom. Apparently the guy's toilet has a beautiful view of KL.

Dun need to tell what this building is, right?

The birthday boys having their Flaming Lamborghinis. Erm, I'm no expert when it comes to alcohol ya, took this off the net: The green stuff is a mixture of different types of liquor, usually Kahlua/Bailey's, Curacao and Galliano. The waiter lights up a glass of Sambuca. As he streams the flaming liqour down into your martini glass, you suck it all up at the same time. The effect? Cool blue flames and a fantastic warm rush.

You can't really see it from the pics, but the stream of alcohol flowing down to the glass is burning bright blue.

Yours truly having a go at a Flaming Lamborghini. It proved to be an interesting experience, but with some not-so-pleasant effects.....-_-" Sorry guys, it was my first time!

After having one too many drinks, Andrew becomes the victim of Meng Lee's passion...

...and this provides the rest with some fun-filled entertainment.

The end. Don't be fooled by this pic. What ensued shall not be disclosed here.

FIGOAT

Sucks. I've put off writing this entry for so long that now I've forgotten what I wanted to write. Another month has gone by with nothing much done, no thanks to procrastination. By the time I finished my job in McD's, the last few Karate classes for the year were over! *sigh* No more Karate ever... not that I was that good at it anyway, but still...

Despite a long-standing ban on keeping pets in the apartment, many residents here have dogs and cats. Fishes and turtles are OK (had a bunch of turtles myself). When I thought I've seen it all when it comes to pets, one guy decides to push the boundaries of neighbourly tolerance even further. He bought his son a pet GOAT. Yes. A brown baby goat. How on earth does one keep that in a tiny apartment? I bet their apartment stinks like nobody's business. Not only that, that goat is so noisy. The guy lives a few floors above my parents apartment. Every afternoon, we can hear the poor creature bleating. At first my mom thought it was someone's baby crying. Mana tahu it turned out to be a GOAT. Wonder what are they gonna do when it gets bigger. Slaughter it, hold a kenduri and make mutton curry for everyone ah? It even has a collar and leash like a dog for goodness sake! And the ironic thing about all this is the guy is one of the committee members for out residential community. What next, pigs and cows? We can have a nice little animal farm in our home then...

On another note, I attended the 18th FIGO World Congress of Gynecology and Obstetrics in KLCC on Tuesday. Xian-Nian had an extra guest pass, so might as well take the opportunity to experience it. Heh... we aren't doctors (yet), let alone Ob/Gyns, so we didn't really expect to understand the lectures, but we attended them anyway. Learnt some stuff bout endometriosis, latest ultrasound techniques and some interesting drug controversies. It was good a good experience. Lots of people from all over the world, mostly specialists and researchers I think. It's quite amazing lor, that our country has to privilege to host such a large-scale event this year. I doubt it'll be held here again anytime soon. There were a couple of exhibition halls. Most of the booths were set up to promote new drugs and medical equipment. There were also some local and international tourism booths too as some of them are bidding for their country to be the host of the next congress (which I think is in 2012, not quite sure :P). FYI it was Xian-Nian's second day there, so he had already went around all the booths the day before. There were lots of freebies being given away. So being typical Malaysians, we did the typical thing...

There was this particular booth where you had to fill in a questionnaire about the company's drug and if you get all the questions right, they'll give you some free stuff. So we filled in the questionnaire and got our gifts la. Then we noticed that everyone were given some pens when they took their questionnaire. So Xian-Nian went up to one of the representatives...

XN: Excuse me, we filled up this questionnaire earlier, but didn't get any pens.

Lady: *Looks at Xian-Nian. Seems rather convinced, then looks at me. Gives me that one kind look, and glances at our guest passes.*

Lady: Sorry, these pens are for delegates only....

Wtf?? Like that also can! It's not like they're some cool gold parker pens or anything. They're just plastic ball pens with the company logo printed on it. Like those you get from buying Domino's Pizza or vitamin pills. Maybe it's because I didn't look like a doctor, cos everyone there are all middle-aged and matured-looking. I quote my sniggering boyfriend: "....little little girl... Yesterday I took also they never say anything." *sniggers some more *

Yeah well Dear, I guess your beard and size makes you look like one of them.:P

Andrew and Vee Han's double-event 21st birthday celebration is tomorrow. Can't wait for that.

Done

Yay! I've competed my 10 days at Mcdonald's! It was rather tiring and challenging at first, but after everything's over, it was 10 days well spent. A good experience if you ask me. Though I wouldn't want to work there work a month or more. I'm just a spoiled brat. :P

Things I learnt:

1. How to make proper sundae cones. :)
2. How to carry an 11kg bag of sundae over my head to refill the ice-cream machine.

3. No restaurant is free of cockroaches. -_-"
4. Be nice to your collegues, it pays off.
5. Smile!
6. The communication skills stuff they teach in IMU is actually useful.
7. The french fries there are still one of the best in the Malaysian fast food industry.
8. Whatever happens, take it with a pinch of salt.
9. Sometimes, I'm too upright and honest for my own good.
10. Some people are born bitches.

I'm lovin' it (yeah right)

*Phew* Started my job at Mcdonald's yesterday... Man, that place is so busy during the holidays! My feet ache like hell now. So far, I've been at the dessert counter making sundaes and shakes. Not too bad, I'd rather do this than fry burgers or clean tables. :P Though I make the ugliest sundae cones ever. Some are shapeless and melty and... just gross. Thank God most Malaysians are understanding ppl... When I tell them "So sorry, it's my first day here.. Do you want me to make another one?" They'll say.. "Oh it's Ok, good luck!" *sigh* Thank goodness thank goodness.... But some customers are not so nice la. The staff there are quite helpful and patient. So, thank goodness for that too. It leads me to wonder, how am I gonna perform life-saving surgery on a patient if I can't make one beautiful but not-so-life-saving sundae cone?

Most of the part-timers there are secondary school students, some of them just completed their PMR. -_-" God I feel so old! A few of the staff actually asked me: "Form berapa?" When I tell them I've finished secondary school, proceed on to ask whether I'm still studying and where. I was so reluctant to tell them I'm a medic student... Dunno why, but I feel weird and embarassed.

Hokay, you can do this. Another 8 days to go, God bless...

Seng Kiat's 21st Birthday

And here we have some long overdue photos... Enjoy!

*Sigh* Com is down AGAIN. Can't wait to get a new one. I think this time it's because my hard drive is already 'immunocompromised' from all the crashes, sekali some virus/adware/worm enters, it goes flatline on me.

Quote of the Month:

"Anomalies keep happening to you, and I don't know why." - Xian-Nian

Happy 21st Birthday Ching Ee!!!

The title says it all. *HUGS*

There is no sky

Haze is back. Sky (what sky?) is white. Visibility is low. Weather is hot. Holidays are halfway through.

Yes folks, after two and a half months of rotting at home, I'm still alive and well. Am currently sorting out my acceptance form to Adelaide Uni. Finally it's time to get things moving. And after much procrastination, I've finally found myself a job in.....*drumroll* Mcdonalds! (the last place I wanted to work in, how ironic). But the pay is not bad for a duration on 10 days, so what the heck.

Met up with karen a few weeks back. Hehe.. it was good to see her again after all this while. Can't believe it's been more than two years since college. *sigh* The good old days... Attended Seng Kiat's 21st birthday dinner last Friday, a real gala affair. THANKS SK FOR THE WONDERFUL EVENING! Too bad that no matter where we go, we'll always be so jakun (sorry SK). More on that in the next post. :)

Just realised how little time there is before I embark on this exciting new phase in life. So far, I've done little to prepare for it. Perhaps compared to most people, I'm living a rather sheltered life (oh yeah, this will be the first time I'll be living away from my parents ever). It's so hard to leave behind everything you hold dear: family, friends, loved ones, (Ohh..Malaysian food!). It's for the best I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a golden opportunity to gain more knowledge, experience new cultures, form new friendships and hopefully become a better person. I still don't know, will I be able to stand up to the challenge? Will it really be OK? Only time will tell. Faith has helped me through so far. But even with faith, one can't help but feel scared and helpless sometimes...

I shall await my future with optimism and anticipation. Come what may, miracles do happen.

Trivia Time

Something Darling told me about. Check this out:

*Excerpt from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sri_Petaling*

There is a pretty good pork noodle stall in Sri Petaling. The stall is operated by a very professional pork noodle handler. He has a good rhythm, dancing around while attending to both the customers and the pot of soup. Besides that, Ajimal Razim located just beside the infamous Ipoh chicken, serves a huge array of mamak food. Yum. It serves for the survival of all IMU students. Hurray.

Not only is Sri Petaling mentioned in Wikipedia, but IMU students too!

Faith

"Who Knew" by Pink

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh
That's right
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That's right

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
cause you said forever
and ever
who knew

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you a friend
I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Yeah yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
That last kiss
I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
My darling
My darling
Who knew
My darling
I miss you
My darling
Who knew
Who knew

Christina Aguilera - Ain't No Other Man @ MTV Movie Awards

Check this out! Compared with Britney and Jessica Simpson, her voice beats them flat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40VvpFX0e3w

How to get A in SPM English

Something that was forwarded to me via email many years ago:


Subject: Metaphors?

Here are some metaphors found in some Australian Form 5 English essays. Try not to laugh too hard. Your sides might hurt pretty bad.;)

Carol NST

* He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience,like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

* She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature prime English beef.

* She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

* Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

* He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

* The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

* The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

* McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

* From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Sex in the City" comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

* Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

* The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot oil.

* John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

* Even in his last years, Grandad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

* The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

* The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

* He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

* The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

* He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

* She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

* It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

*Sigh* There are things you know you shouldn't do. Things which are impolite, rash and downright mean. Like dishing out nasty comments bout people you hardly know. But sometimes, no matter how good you try to be, the inner bitch rears its ugly head and chomps away at your sense of decency. And when you realise it, it's already too late.

I never really enjoyed back-stabbing or gossiping. Ok la, sometimes I do indulge myself with the occasional gossiping sessions with my close friends. Usually it isn't meant to be hurtful or untrue. Being brought up in a family with high moral standards, I try my best to refrain from dissing people out of spite or boredom. But yesterday, I did something that thoroughly shamed and humbled me.

We had a mini sparring tournament during Karate class yesterday. I was basically doing some judging and referee work along with the other senior belt students. There was this young girl, a green or white belt I think. She's really enthusiastic, attentive seems to enjoy the classes a lot. She even won gold for sparring in her category. However, I found her a little weird. It wasn't her karate skills (she just started learning, so cut her some slack). It was the way she interacted, the way she talked. I dunno la. Her choice of words, the way she cocks her head and hardly looks you straight in the eye, I really dunno. But she was nice and enthusiatic. She came up to me after the match. I congratulated her, gave her some encouragement. Then as she walked away, I turned to my other friend, J who was sitting next to me and said: "You know, that girl just now is a little weird..."

It didn't occur to me that what I did was wrong until after the tournament. By then it was too late to do anything about it. Right after congratulating the girl, and saying how well she did, way to go, keep up the good work, etc. Right after giving her a good pat on the back, I lean over and spout mean remarks to a fellow student. And what makes it worse is that I hardly even know the girl, and I hardly even know J. Bitching to an acquaintance about another acquaintance. Like one of those bitchy moments from America's Next Top Model. How about that.

I guess I could relate to that junior belt girl's situation. As far as I could remember, there were always people who thought I was weird. Once, during a primary school trip to Taman Negara, I overheard a bunch of my 'friends' backstabbing me, calling me stupid and weird and I forgot what else. My social skills leaves much to be desired. Most of the time I'm an introvert and yes, in a way, I am weird. Maybe I deserved all the backstabbing I got. But that girl certainly didn't. She deserved better treatment from someone who had been in her shoes, once upon a time.

Hopefully J forgets what I said that day. Hopefully I'll learn to keep undue comments to myself.

RIP Crocodile Hunter

Stephen Robert Irwin (22 February 1962 - 4 September 2006): Australian naturalist, wildlife expert and TV star. The world mourns your passing.

Of all things, a stingray barb. I thought he would get eaten by crocodiles or something.

Perhentian Part 5 of 5: The last day

Erm, it looks a little small from here, but I'm holding a star fruit. I've always been fascinated with fruit trees. :P

Potong stim only.

A little tired, but still trying to smile...

Finally, some group pics!

And this, is our little experiment with mentos and a bottle of root beer! Wasted a lot of mentos 'cos we couldn't get them in fast enough, so the 'fountain' didn't go up as high as it could have. Still, it was a spectacular sight. In the original mentos experiment the eruption was recorded at 18 feet! Heh... should have brought along a test tube so that we could drop all the mentos in one shot. You can view a video of a mentos-coke fountain here: http://www.stevespanglerscience.com/experiment/00000109 Maybe one day I'll post up our own video on this blog.

Cast and crew of the series "Lost in Perhentian". In this episode, Meng Lee leaves the chalet key in the chalet, thus locking everyone out. They have 15 minutes to bathe and pack before the boat leaves for the mainland. Will they make it in time? Who will have to sacrifice his or her bathing rights? Stay tuned to find out...

Here we have some cam-whores taking photos while waiting their turn to use the shower...

Barf Buddies for life.

Dinner at Kuala Besut Jetty. For RM4, you can get yourselves one of these insanely huge fruit shakes. This one is an orange shake. I had mango, which tasted absolutely heavenly. No where in Subang will you ever find something like this for RM4. After dinner, it was time for another grueling 8-hour bus ride back to KL.