One whole year........and for 3 days, were were together again as if time had not passed.....
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we had been so deprived of good home food for 12 months solid (except Ming Han and me over in Singapore) that it was befitting that we spent 3 days doing nothing but stuff our faces with 5 or 6 meals minimum a day.
in full concentration.....I will start with details of all the food we ate over 3 days....
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............. it was orgasmiscally, fantasbicually, amazingbbqwalawishnessy good.
there, 4 words, some you would not find in the Oxford, to describe EVERYTHING that added an extra kilo or so to us.
and did i mention that we were very very very happy. Yes, we did nothing much apart from 4 hours on the beach and a visit to Kek Lok Si and eating, but being Malaysian, eating alone, on a roughly 3 hour interval is an activity on its own.
It encompasses every feeling one enjoys when doing an activity of sort on a holiday. It was orgasmic (for couples on a honeymoon *wink*), it was exhilarating (spicy assam laksa can do this...no joke), we got high (on satay).............we even flirted with danger (some of us had to take extreme measures...largely with the aid of liberal amounts of ENO and digestion tablets).
All in all, a complete vacation. Oh, we even had karaoke sessions and i've picked up on some japanese hip hop stuff.
Yeah, yeah, i know i did mention i am 100% anti hip-hop and rap, but COME ON!. 10 teens bawling at the top of their lungs to some song in a language you pretend to know when watching anime and being sung be a person whose name you can't even pronounce (in my case that is).................even ELVIS would join in....and he's the king of rock n roll.
And i must admit, i do really like that song "Kau Ilhamku" by Manbai.
There is nothing to blog about the food here.....i simply cannot explain or even try to describe the feelings on gets from eating simple, really good, malaysian fare.........what i can describe however, is the terror you get when you're hanging on for dear life on one of these:
Killer Banana
I have never been on a banana boat and when Hehn suggested we try, i was under the impression it was going to be like eating one of those cheap, margerine tasting choc wafers that come in those red packets with chinese writing on them.......making you wonder if it were painted lead instead of chocolate on them.......well.....feels bland.
I WAS WRONG......
Here's a tip, if you want to have a fun ride, sit on the front or the middle like Hehn and the rest. Don;t be a dumbass and volunteer to sit a tthe rear, cos when you go over every damn wave, the whole rear behaves like a badly trained horse. It tries to kill you.
It felt as if you were in control until the whole boat moves into the wake of the speedboat in front, that when it tries to shake you off. Jing and I were tossed off, the only difference, she having sense, let go immedaitely while i stupidly hung on and was dragged for what seemed like 5 minutes. The result was a torn bicep muscle, product of my laziness to build my upper body............................................
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.............................resulting in what now looks like Keira Knightley's chest and arms.....flat as an ironing board.....not even male boobs, the only difference being, I do not look anemic.
The killer banana was towed a total of 4 times up an down the beach and on the third pass, the speedboat chap made a sharp turn, flipping the boat and tossing all of us in jelly fish infested water. It was one too many flips for me and i was dragged like a drowned cat onto a jetski and taken to shore:
i seriously need to work on my biceps
We did however get a 007 shot, us all emerging confidently from the water:
....and then the rest is all about eating, except for one more interesting thing:
We went to Kek Lok Si, that really old buddhist temple in Penang....i think its a world heritage site...anyway, the have this really huge statue of Guan Yin, the Goddess Of Mercy on top:
and the temple was building a shelter for it.....a huge pagoda of sorts:
and it was going to be lines with these tiles:
so, for a small fee, we got a tile and wrote our names on it, my name in:
yes...i can write my name in tamil...
I have never been on a banana boat and when Hehn suggested we try, i was under the impression it was going to be like eating one of those cheap, margerine tasting choc wafers that come in those red packets with chinese writing on them.......making you wonder if it were painted lead instead of chocolate on them.......well.....feels bland.
I WAS WRONG......
Here's a tip, if you want to have a fun ride, sit on the front or the middle like Hehn and the rest. Don;t be a dumbass and volunteer to sit a tthe rear, cos when you go over every damn wave, the whole rear behaves like a badly trained horse. It tries to kill you.
It felt as if you were in control until the whole boat moves into the wake of the speedboat in front, that when it tries to shake you off. Jing and I were tossed off, the only difference, she having sense, let go immedaitely while i stupidly hung on and was dragged for what seemed like 5 minutes. The result was a torn bicep muscle, product of my laziness to build my upper body............................................
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.............................resulting in what now looks like Keira Knightley's chest and arms.....flat as an ironing board.....not even male boobs, the only difference being, I do not look anemic.
The killer banana was towed a total of 4 times up an down the beach and on the third pass, the speedboat chap made a sharp turn, flipping the boat and tossing all of us in jelly fish infested water. It was one too many flips for me and i was dragged like a drowned cat onto a jetski and taken to shore:
i seriously need to work on my biceps
We did however get a 007 shot, us all emerging confidently from the water:
....and then the rest is all about eating, except for one more interesting thing:
We went to Kek Lok Si, that really old buddhist temple in Penang....i think its a world heritage site...anyway, the have this really huge statue of Guan Yin, the Goddess Of Mercy on top:
and the temple was building a shelter for it.....a huge pagoda of sorts:
and it was going to be lines with these tiles:
so, for a small fee, we got a tile and wrote our names on it, my name in:
yes...i can write my name in tamil...
and so, there will be a tile on top of a huge statue of Guan Yin at a world heritage site, bearing the names of PE1 A Level students.
And now, pictures:
1)TV Serial Promos
2)Gravity Defying Shots
Cheers Mates!
Matrix
And now, pictures:
1)TV Serial Promos
2)Gravity Defying Shots
Cheers Mates!
Matrix
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