My Christmas day...

It's an unearthly hour, i know, to be bloggin' about christmas. Something compelled my adrenaline filled fingers and so i thought it'll be nice to fill you in about my Christmas day. Woke up this morning by the sound of my dad's voice reminding us (family) to get ready early for church. Still in my unconscious state, i sat upright from my rest position and spent another 5 minutes in slumberland with my head facing downwards and eyelids glued shut. Conclusion - I slept late. I was surprised at how NOT narcissistic and VAIN i was this morning. Normally, i would spend 20 minutes infront of the mirrior while i go digging through my closet. Today was different. It's like i couldn't be bothered about looks at all. Must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

Church went well nevertheless. Though there was a minor glitch with the powerpoint slides. I did what i can to help. I know many people were all upset and worked up about the human error while mending the slides but if you were so freakin' critical about it, work your ARSE to the back of the church and see if you could do a better job. I bet god didn't give you a MOUTH only. Freakin' it's christmas!!! Celebrate Jesus's coming. It's not anyone's fault that you don't know the lyrics. Bring your own next time or something. BRAINS people BRAINS. Save those stares and mutters for your ownselves. Look in the mirrior or something... sheesh... You think lyrics on the projector will please God?

I practically slept the entire afternoon after church. Very lazy sunday i admit. I went through the day with a rotten attitude. Couldn't careless about any and everything. heh.

Mah Trip to Bukit Tinggi...

Just came back from KL like two hours ago. Spent 5 days and 4 nights on the mountains in a place called Bukit Tinggi. Somewhere near Gentings but a little further down. We only checked-in at night at approx. nine plus. Spent the first two nights in a service apartment with fully provided cooking facilities and murky water running out of every visible tap available to the human eye. Murk comparable to that of diluted coffee.

I played Golf with my dad they following morning and it was an interesting game. With golf sticks and a buggy, my dad and I began smacking balls all over the fairway (it was more frequent for me though) like nobody's business. After the first nine, fatigue overwhelmed myself and i wanted to retire desperately but before i could, my rubber spiked shoe did. It was horrible i tell you. The sole literally gave way and on top of that, the course was super soggy making a large entry point for mud and mud bacteria. Nevertheless, i enjoyed the buggy ride. I was driving my dad around most of the time but it (buggy) was rather cranky. So much sweat and effort was required off me to DRIVE both the ball and the buggy. One was flying left, right and all over while the other needed desperate oiling of the steering axel. The weather was awesome though. Clouds covering the mountains like ice-kacang and it was neither too sunny nor was it too rainy. Perfect weather for a game of golf.

Horse riding was the activity for day two. First, before i could even exercise the my right to touch any horse, i had to fill an idemity form and scribble John Hancock the bottom. After that i gladly mounted my horse and rode with my sis and dad around a makeshift route. We were lead by a half argentinian half french chap. My impression of him wasn't good to an extend that i would gladly shove a horse whipp up his arse and wiggle it alittle so that he feels excruciating sensations. Anyway, my horse was sweet though i didn't take conscious note of his name (it's a him i could tell from an external pertruding feature). I was impressed that a horse that size (not fully grown) could lift my weight and i'm pretty certain is suffered a backache. Talking about aches, aww man, the two hour ride induced a barely barable ache unto my groin area especially when it began galloping. I had to stand on both feet on certain occations. I was just horribly glad i survived. By the way, see that dog there =) she's Kyle... Kyle Monogue. Awful labels owners these days give to pets of theirs. At least hoogie (my dog) sounds more digestable.

Food. Fish was like a must throughout the trip during lunch. If it wasn't a chinese lunch with fish then it would be a japanese meal with fish ( i had cod fish =) ). We had so much river fish and i think i'll need to start drafting my diet plans for the next 6 months. My mom claims my neck is thickening *depressed* Fine, i'll start drinking water for breakfast, lunch and dinner. HOW'S THAT???... Astonishing i tell you the food. Gosh, i'm feeling hungry now talking about food.

28th - 29th November 2005

Island life! Love it!... Just returned recently from my ever first Chalet, in Sentosa. The room (singular) we rented for nett $127 could easily contain the 20++ of us (minus furniture) who were there for the sleepover. As i would, i wandered the beaches, checking things out and eventually hired a two-wheeler to aid the arduous task of me having to walk. For 5 moolas per hour we, a friend and i, explored renovation sites, abondened WWII buildings, white elephant villas and greenery... The best of what it had to offer... I had fun nevertheless, cracking cold and lame jokes and whining about every flawfull sights and experiences.

Then came evening. The supposed highlight of every group scale sleepover non-other than the dinner. Barbequeue is the cheemest term humas can come up with when heating cooked and uncooked animal meat over a metal grill. Our cook was great i admit it, food was so good it ran out faster than i could imagine. With elongated toothpicks and a metal thong, magic was whipped up within minutes and gone within seconds. Godlike i dare say, almost like feeding the thousands with a loaf of bread topped with vegemite. I wasn't feeling right during the ten course meal, apparently i grew an allergy for the incomplete combustion and minute carbon particles that gracefully tickled my nasal cavity. So i went down to the beach for a little stroll to, again, check things out.

By the time i returned, a staff (i shall not mention names for the democratic system in the smallest and prosperous country in the world prohibits me to) from my PREVIOUS SCHOOL, i'm glad to say, arrived. We had a hearty chat about futurestic stuff, snapped some photos for rememberance purposes. Then a breakthrough suggestion came from one of the girls. A suggestion to watch a MuSiCaL fOuNtAiN show live in action!!!. Yup, i was game and left with 4 other girls plus the teacher. Took a shuttle bus and strolled through the crowded pathway along artificial fountains with energy efficient lights glimmering through the purposefully unlit pavements until we finally reached the MuSiCaL fOuNtAiN. Seen it before but didn't mind a second glance. Facinating water sprays and laser dos finished with fireballs through the dark night sky. OOh AAh!!! everybody went, while i sat there playing a game on my mobile phone (i manage to advance to the second level after a year of try hard luck =D *grin*). *clap-clap*.

After seeing my teacher off, there were 5 of us left. 4 gals and a guy to be specific. They were seemingly keen on doing a night trail with me as a guide. Armed with my iron biceps i gladly refused, at first. But then i thought of the facinating chills i could send down their spine through the pitch dark and devirginified forest. So we started walking through never used before routes majority of which were brightly lit with lamp posts. I suggested the abondened WWII building and after crawling through much of the forest floor, we arrived there. Dark and spooky but i knew i needn't be afraid for i wore sandles tightly secured round my ankles. Should there be a cry for help by one or EVEN non of us, i'm sure my trusty sandles will serve me well. I had fun scaring and telling them about the importance of walking in a straight line instead of a row cos' the probability of the people at the sides getting touched by something unknown is higher or why when walking in a row, it's bad being the last cos' if something happens to you the peeps infront won't know and stuff like that. Oh yeah, it's great being the guide =). Upon returning, we popped in at 7-11 along the beach after walking barefoot on the beach with soothing and cooling sand carassing the thick cornified layer of the under sole. So relaxing.


I was pretty much jaded by the time i returned to the chalet. A few of us watched Chucky 4 and it was very much a sick show. I couldn't stand it no more so i slept till morning...

Woke up, groggy as ever and the climate in the room was friggin' cold. Gladly, i wore my AdIdAs windbreaker and made my way down to the reception area for a good morning movie called "Channel News Asia" and headlines were "Chain's Benzene spill felt in artic areas". So much for a good start to a morning. Anyway, the windbreaker i wore started to implement it's purposeful effect on my body temperature. On top of that, i had to breakwind (it's a morning thing) against the morning breeze. I had my silencer on so it wasn't much of a disturbance to the sloppy wakers. The room i slept in earlier was soon crowded. I skipped breakfast and only gulped a can of soda (which had enough enegry content to last me the whole afternoon) and made my way down to the beach with a few others for a session of rollerblading. Tedious i tell you. The aches and pains endured my my high arched feet wasn't a glamourous feel. I'm not sure how the others felt but i'm certain their experience was on par to mine =). Bladed till noon and by that time, we had to say bye bye sentosa and head for mainland. We shuttled ourselves out and slept through a one hour bus ride journey back to woodlands. So much fun i tell you. Pretty much darn exhausted after it.