mouth

Two days ago, I had one of the most disgusting days I've ever had in a very long time. And I think I must have missed it on my calendar but it was International Bad Breath Day.

The day started out nice and sunny. Like any other day. I had an afternoon flight, so after getting ready, I boarded the bus to the airport when I encountered my first wave. He sat next to me, this guy might have been 40 something, balding, overweight and I knew from his appearance I was not gonna enjoy sitting next to him. And true enough, he didn't even have to talk to me and I could smell his BAD onion breath! He was breathing thru his mouth!! And I was dying! I turned the air vents above directly towards me to try to blow the stench away but no help. I couldnt even change seats cos the bus was full. I had half the mind to tell him to please try breathing the normal way! But I didn't and I suffered the whole way.

Wave 2 came from a passenger on my flight. It was about one hour into the flight and I was alone in the galley while the other crew was carrying out the service when along came this American guy, with extreme bad teeth that needed braces badly. He wanted to ask about the company and where-else do we fly to so I happily obliged him. I was sitting down and he was standing and all of a sudden, I caught a whiff of somethign foul. Like vomit. Sour curdled milk. I thought it was coming from one of the toilets. So I stood up and grabbed the airfresheners and lightly sprayed the galley. Then I stood next to him to continue our conversation. And the moment he opened his mouth, I felt faint. It was like a skunk had crawled in there and died! The smell. And my crew chose this time to come back to the galley with the cart cramping everything in the galley pushing me closer towards him with my life flashing before my eyes! I nearly passed out.

And then in Macau, after everyone had gone off the aircraft, the guest service staff came onboard to notify me of a slight delay at the immigration gates. And guess what? Yup, Wave 3 hit me. Woman's breath smelt like socks! Wet dirty old socks! I literally had to brace myself. And she kept coming closer to me like as though I can't hear what she has to say. Stupid bitch.

And finally Wave 4 came from another passenger. This time a handicapped guy who I had to help get into his seat and I had to bend over to help out on his seat belts and that was when he decided to speak and a cloud of wet nauseating air hit my face and I knew it was gonna take me a long time to forget the bad bad sensation. I had to run to the toilet to wash my face.

So please be wary of International Bad Breath Day. It's a bitch and it'll hit you when you least expect it. Stupid morons. I now carry mints and offer it whenever I get the slightest whiff of poor dental hygience.

taking chances

On my last trip to the Gold Coast, I shared room with a female colleague, Luscious. It was cool. The girls are very comfortable around me and I have no problem with them. After checking in and unpacking, we changed and went out for dinner. Brought back a bottle of white wine. Me and Luscious and 2 other guys, Deejay and Rocky. We gossiped, talked, laughed, bitched and drank. After awhile, Rocky left us cos he was too tired. Then Luscious called it a night too. So it was me and Deejay on the balcony drinking the wine under the beautiful starry night. We were both high. And when I tried to stand I kept falling. I felt so foolish. Deejay was having the same problem. And we were flirting and subtly touching each other.

Me being the FLIRT that I am took every chance I could to run my hand thru his hair, or touch his face, or rub my legs against his. And I kept on hinting about how cold it was. To my defense, it really was cold. The wind was blowing. So we moved clsoer to each other. It felt so good to feel his warmth against my body. Finally, I couldn't stand it and told him, we really should go in. And we did. By this time, Luscious was already fast asleep with only one solitary nightlight on. I sat on my bed and he sat on the floor next to my bed. And I'm like "darling.. you know what? I think U should jsut stay over. It's too late, and you're too drunk."

And he went, "Ok.. I'll just sleep on the floor" To which I nearly screamed NO but instead calmy pulled myself to his ear, nudging his cheek and whispering "it's ok.. You're not my type, I won't touch you"

To which he stared at me and then took off his shirt and crawled into bed. Needless to say, I was only in my boxers by then. He pulled the blankets up to his neck then took his pants off. We just lay there talking. And I told myself, if this goes on, I might die of boredom. So I got up, repositioned myself and placed my head on his abs. Now that was mroe comfortable. And we spoke more. I cannot remember about what. All I know is my hands were rubbing his chest and he was holding my hand. Then my body just took over. And I climbed over him. And straddled him. And he was like, "waht are you doing?"

I touched his nipple and said "waht do you think?" I kissed his chest. And kissed his abs going lower to his boxers. And he stopped me. "No no no no no, Luscious is sleeping right there"

I told him, we'll be quiet. No one needs to know. And tried my best to yank his shorts off but couldn't. He was definitely much more stronger than me. I gave up and collapsed on him. And we jsut lay there. Basking in each other's warmth. I looked up and kissed him. And he kissed me back. Soft and tender.

We switched positions, spooning. Me inside. And I still did not give up. I reached back trying to grab his crotch but he was quicker than me! The bastard was playing hard to get. I turned to face him, and we kissed some more. I rolled on top of him and again straddled him, trying to slip his shorts off. But he held me in a deathgrip and never let go. We fell asleep, me in his arms.

It was nice.
I was kind of glad we didnt have sex. This was more fun. More connective and sensual. I was glad. I love the way he smells. Just lying there. Talking and falling asleep in his strong arms. The warmth of his body still lingers in my mind.

bleed it out

I don't think I'll ever understand how people can be super best buds one day and then be sworn enemies the next day over something trivial and stupid. I understand friendship ends and people move on. But we move on because we grow apart or the chemistry fizzes out. But to abruptly end something that is so beautiful?

Case in point, Juicy, Melons, Stick and myself hang together all the time. We go for great dinners, party til they're puking and I'm holding back their hair, kiss and tell, bitch and gossip about everything under the sun, share the same passion for boys and basically just enjoy the life and beauty that destiny has given us.

Unfortunately, this Mighty Foursome is on it's last breath. Juicy and Melons have had a huge fallout. HUGE. Apparently Juicy didn't like the fact that Melons was becoming close to one of Juicy's ex-bestfriend and told her off with an ultimatum. Sort of a "It's either her or me, bitch". Melons was like, "whatever feud you have with her is between you and her. I've got nothing to do with it. I can be friends with whoever I want". Which in my eyes, is true. No one has the right to tell you who to be friends with. So Juicy took it as a betrayal and has pushed Melons away from her life. Which makes life for me and Stick DIFFICULT. Now the two of them cannot be in the same room together without me and Stick being caught in the bitchstares and battle for attention. And things are getting almost impossible. I can't talk to one girl without the other thinking I'm leaving her. Sigh..


I'm still great friends with Juicy and Melons. I can't choose teams. Cos if I do, I'll choose Team ME. And that's the truth. It's sad and almost childish what is happening here since the origin of this so called "war" is so trivial. It's like a bloody playground scenario all over again. I friend you. You friend me. So dumb. So stupid. So ridiculous.

gimme more

Last Saturday, I was feeling abit under the weather, had a blocked nose. And we all know what a blocked nose can do to a person who is flying. Your eardrums will feel like they're gonna explode once the aircraft starts to descend. It's very bad on ur ears. To ease this pain, my doctor prescribed Menthol Crystals. Which are this little strips of crystal-like things that you dilute in boiling water and then breathe in the vapors. It's melts aways all the blockage and clears the nasal paths. it's very good. And I'm amazed by it's effectiveness. You can get it at any pharmacy.

So anyway, my supply had finished. Off I went to the nearest pharmacy to top it up. I got to the counter and the place was unusually crowded. The pharmacist was a nice ole lady whose son is a friend of mine. Anyway, for some reason unknown to me until today instead of asking for Menthol Crystals, I asked for Crystal Meth!!

She looked at me with her eyebrows arched in a surprise, "What?" I'm like "Crystal Meth, you know the one you take through the nose"

At this point, a two guys who were standing at my left had stopped what they were doing and had started whispering and then another girl to my right was giggling. And I'm thinking to myself, what is wrong? Did I pronounce it wrong?

The pharmacist looked me straight in my eyes and with a wink she said, "I think you mean Menthol Crystals."

And I instantly wished the cement beneath me would crack and swallow me whole! I was so embarassed!! It was Menthol Crystals not CRYSTAL METH!!!! Oh God.. now i realized why the guys were whispering, they were probably going "that airhead".

And to make matters worst, I had said "the one you take thru the nose" which is exactly how one would inhale Crystal Meth.

I looked at her and smiled my best grin and managed to laugh at myself then said sorry like ten times before paying which by this time she was also laughing and I'm pretty sure so were the guys and the otehr girl. Silly me.

F.Y.I: For those not in the know, Crystal Meth is also known as Ice and produces a feeling of euphoria when taken. Popular among clubbers. Btw, I know all this thru research not personal experience ;)

sorry seems to be the hardest word

This is for you..

I'm sorry
I'm sorry you're sad
I'm sorry that you're hurting
I'm sorry that you think I hurt you
I'm sorry you couldn't find love
I'm sorry you were taken for a ride
I'm sorry that you're alone now
But most of all I'm sorry that you're a fool

A fool for believing in fairy tales
A fool for believing in prince charming
A fool for not looking in the enchanted mirror

I'm sorry
I'm sorry you think your world has fallen apart
I'm sorry your dreams have been crushed
I'm sorry you think I'm not your friend
But most of all I'm sorry that you couldn't see the truth

The truth that you fell in love with toxic
The truth that everyone saw it
And you didn't
The truth that all the time was wasted

I'm sorry
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you
I'm sorry for calling you pathetic
I'm sorry for giving you a hard time
I'm sorry for being part of your grief
But most of all I'm sorry that I have no regrets

cover girl

I recently received this email in response to my profile on Fridae.

Hi Terry,
I must say I like ur profile. I like especially love your looks. And your attitude is jumping out from my computer. I'm gonna be in Kuala Lumpur next week from the 4th to the 9th and would very much like to meet you. I'll be staying in a 5 star hotel. With a chaffeured car picking me up from the airport and who will be at my disposal whenever I need him to be. We can do whatever you want. I just want to be near you. Please let me know as soon as you can.

xxxxx

Now.. this fella is almost 55!! He looks 54. And this email is filled with so much sterotypical innuendoes it makes me sick!! For one, why on earth is he telling me that he's gonna be staying in a 5star hotel and that he'll have a chaffeured car whenver he needs it? And two, what the crap does he mean by we can do anything you want?

I let him have it.

Dear xxxxx,

Thank you for your compliments and for responsing to my profile. I'm gonna go straight to the point and be honest with you. I am not your typical young guy. I am also not the kind of guy, you westeners seem to think thrive in Asian cities who are waiting for their knights in shining armor to come and take them away from their life of dullness and to a supposedly better life over there. I don't need anyone to buy me things. I don't need to stay in 5star hotels. I have my own car and my own money. And I buy what I need.

I'm sorry if I sound rude but I believe I am not the kind of guy you are looking for. I can't be with someone just because they fulfill my material needs. And i am definitely not gonna be with you just to fill that loneliness void.

til then..


And this is the reply i received today.

Dear Terry,

Thank you for being honest.

xxxxx

lil l o v e

I turned 25 about a week ago and it was an exhausting 3night nonstop excuse to party!! Had way too much fun with alot of my favourite people. There were a few people who I wished could have joined me too but being so far away in the Land Down Under, I guess it was impossible but I still feel the love.

This year's bday celebration was abit more lowkey than last year. I don't know why.. I think I'm abit fed up with all the expectations people have about turning a year older and everyone wishes everyone would remember their bday. I don't. Never did. As long as I acknowledge my bday and am happy with what I did, I'm glad. Guess what? For the first time, in eons, I did not blow candles on any cakes this year. A break in tradition? Perhaps.. Am I glad? Maybe..

So anyway, a week before my bday, my mum suggests that instead of going all out and spending many and being indulgent on my bday, why don't I do something nice for a change? And I'm like "But spending money and partying is something nice!!" What she meant was giving back to society. Do a little charity work. I was appalled by the very thought but the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. So we hired a caterer to provide a nice scrumptious luncheon for the residents of The Little Sister Of Hope, an old folk's home.

Then on my bday, we drove over with the caterers just in time for lunch. We liad out the food, prepared the tables, laid out the plates and positioned ourselves as waiters. Then the clock struck noon and out they came. All wrinkled and bending over. Some surprising still in good health. Despite the age factor, they were all very pleasant and sweet. The head Nun called me out to the center of the dining hall, and everyone sang Happy Birthday then they took turns shaking my hand and giving me well wishes. I was moved to tears. It was like accepting an award.

Lunch was served and despite the nun's encouragement to go and make small talk, I refrained. One small step at a time please. Besides, I'm never one for small talk with strangers. Once everyone had their fill, we helped clean up. I must say the Elderly here are very efficient and not depended on people. I was very impressed.

I came home that day knowing I had done something good. Made me glow. It was my gift to myself. Maybe I should make it a tradition :) Besides, if Paris Hilton can change her outlook on life and become a cause for charity. So can I. But that doesn't mean, the wild partying has to stop. I can have my cake and eat it too!!

So yea.. that was the Angelina Jolie in me doing my bit for the world. The papparazzi didn't manage to get a pic of me doing my charity bit but they did crash our party at Loft. Here we are..



Til my next adventure..

rehab

About a week ago, I had stayed up way too late watching the entire season of Ugly Betty (i'm addicted). I finally went to bed at 2.30am. I had to be up at 4 to catch the 4.45 bus to the airport. When the alarm rang, I cursed every freaking star in the sky and especially my decision to become a blue collar worker!! Long story short, I was on the bus at the appointed time which was almost full, I managed to get a seat at the back and placed my trolley bag on the seat beside me. I was not in the mood for human interaction. In 2 minutes, this family came onboard and my eye caught the eye of guy who was leading the family. He held my stare for a full 10 seconds then went to the back to arrange his family. He was CUTE. Tanned, geeky looking with glasses but cute. Very defined jaws. He came back to my row cos there was no more seats. I put my bag down, of course ;) I took one last look at him and looked out the window then closed my eyes. As cute as he was, I really needed to sleep. My leaned back against the seat making myself comfortable, pushing my arms to the side accidentally and also purposely brushing my arms against his bare arms. And left it there. I felt his warmth skin pulsing against mine.

To my surprise, he pressed his arms against mine in retaliation. Soon our entire upper arms were touching. I thought.. well this is getting interesting. I then spread my legs further apart and brushed it against his leg. He responded the same way. In fact, he was more enthusiastic! He started rubbing his leg against mine. And his hands which were on his lap, started trailing over to my lap. Slowly and discreetly. I re-adjusted my arms and positioned my jacket so that it covered my lap and his. He had his slingbag on his lap. I grabbed his bicep and started carressing it. His hand went further up my thigh and was soon touching me. And before u know it, he was slowly unzipping me!! All around us, people were sleeping and I'm positive his family was sitted behind us. But do u think i cared? My jacket was saving our modesty. My hand slid down to his waist and under his bag and I felt his bulge and unzipped him. Big fella.. for someone of an average frame. And so there we were, jerking each other in the middle of the morning. Without a care in the world. Me with my eyes closed the whole time and he probably staring at me the whole time.

It was a nice wake up call though.. Really woke me up. No one came though. It was just a mutual handjob and if things were abit more comfortable, I'm pretty sure things would have gotten more serious, knowing my track record. When we reached the airport, we zipped ourselves up. His hand was covered in my precum, I don't know what he did with his hand but I wiped my hand on my seat and washed it the moment I got off from the bus. I was abit worried that some might have stained my jacket. Thankfully nothing. We waited til everyone got off. As he walked off, he turned back to look at me, I gave my killer wink and he smiled back. And that was the last I saw him. When I got off he was talking to his family which from the looks of it looked like his wife, mother and brother. Don't know. Don't care.

So that was it. A very good wake up call. Seriously didn't expect it. Things like this just happen. And I for one am not complaining!

way i are

Paris Hilton once said "life's too short to blend in". Definitely words to live by. I've always done my best to always stand out.

This is my favourite pic of the year. It's so amazing. The colour, the composition, the feel. And the best part, it's not posed. It was a natural shot. Foreground, dark and brooding. Background, light and summery.

fly like a bird

A friend recently came up to visit me. I was very touched by his gesture and effort. The initial plan was to go on holiday to some paradise island somewhere but alas winds of destiny had other plans for us. It's either we could get the rooms but could not get the tickets OR we got the tickets but not the rooms. So we stayed in good old Kuala Lumpur. His place in Novotel was not a bad location as I had thought in the beginning. It's walking distance to everything and it felt like I was on holiday in some foreign land. For real!

On one of the days, we found ourselves somewhere near Lake Gardens and I thought why not? It's been awhile since I was at the bird park. So in we went. It was fun. Kind of humid. And the birds seem very happy. All in lush gorgeous colours. Especially the peacocks!! We were on the lookout for pelicans cos there were manmade pelican trashcans everywhere but we could locate any!! Until we were at the end of our journey, that's when we saw two of them!

Check out the shimmery colour on his feathers. I'm in awe.

Once again, the natural colours are fantastic. For some reason, the name of these birds are not coming to me. But here they are in a feeding frenzy!

Brilliant red!! We saw another bird that was almost stork-like but smaller near the swamps/rivers and it was ruby red!! Such a stark contrast to the green surroundings. Couldn't get a proper pic of it so this guy would have to do.

I've always been intrigued by owls even before Harry Potter came and made them vogue. There were I think 4 species of owls on display here and they were all freaky yet majestic at the same time. Especially the eyes.

This fella was enjoying his meal when we interupted him for a shoot.

Me doing the tourist thing. You can't see it, but there's another fella on my shoulder. He swooped in just as Patrick was snapping the shot. And they had sharp sharp claws with megastrong grips!!

All in all, this is Mother Nature's pallete. And it was most impressive. Was completely spellbound at some points when the birds took flight especially the storks. And I swear, when some of the peacocks came near us with their head held high, I had goosebumps!! And it was so humbling to notice that the male of all the species here were much more attractive than the female. We saw so many males preening themselves!

The only thing that sort of spoilt the whole beauty was the presence of trash in some spots. Such uncivicness among people nowadays. But I'd still say the bird park is in a much better state than our zoo. I had a blast. I trust Patrick did too ;)

stranger

Was having dinner with Diamonds, Sapphire and Karats last night at a very popular streetside restaurant. This place is located in one of KL's most notorious places but it is known for it's good food and good prices. So there we were, eating the seafood delicacies. Actually it was more Diamonds and me that were gorging ourselves on the shellfish. Sapphire and Karats stuck to the tried and tested meals. It was raining and we were sitting under the umbrella with the passing cars and colourful people as entertainment. It was literal pig-fest. When it came to the bill, we decided to split it. Me and Diamonds paid for our seafood fiesta while Sapphire and Karats paid for theirs. But the road to paying glory was not an easy one. Becos the bill-collector was this old Chinese woman who could not make out what our orders were. She didn't speak English and we didn't speak Chinese save for Karats. So it was this huge chaos as she tried to figure out who had what and we explaining who had what. And then she called the other workers to come and help her figure it out. At one point, we had about 5 of them surrounding our table including the chefs! All talking excitedly and heatedly. I was in fear for my life. Cos they did not look friendly (don't forget this is gangster territory). I grabbed Sapphire's hand for my own comfort. Needless to say everyone was looking at our direction!! After what seemed like a court trial, our bill was settled.

The table next to us, was occupied by 2guys. Both abit sleazy looking but sexy in a VERY dirty way. Esp one of them. I didn't tell the others this cos they would freak out and die. So anyway, the 2 guys had a bottle of Chivas on the table with them and were happily emptying it. And through out our "bill trial" the better looking of the two started hitting on Diamonds quite blatantly. I caught the eye contacts and the subtle hinting cos I've had my share of it in clubs and bars. I finally told Diamonds to please ignore them and I'm pretty sure she was already ignoring them. And then he shifted his attention to me. And it was so plain obvious what he was trying to do. He was doing all sorts of actions and hints, asking me to leave the table and come over and join them. And I'm like.. How RUDE. I'm with friends. And any one of these girls could have been my girlfriend! My conclusion was this guy was just plain horny and just wanted to get laid and he would take anything or anyone he could. Sad.. Very sad.

And this again leads me to the plain old adage of why is it always the unpretty ones who dare come up to you and ask you out or even try their luck? This has been the topic of countless debates between my posse and me and our conclusion was that it's because they've got nothing to lose. Which is true. If at first you don't succeed, try try again. Sigh..

I read somewhere that Sex Favors The Bold. I find that true. Very true. Heaven knows I'd still be a virgin if I hadn't always acted on my thoughts.

la isla bonita

Hola people!

Got back from Bali a few weeks ago with my best buds PY and NZ. And it was amazing! This was my return trip to the island paradise and I must say the magic is still there. I explored more of the island this time around and got to see things that held me breathless. Last time, I only concentrated on Kuta and all it's chaoticness and urban happening and beach boys. This time around, went out to Tanah Lot to visit the gorgeous temple in by the shore. Which is only accessible during lowtide. Went to Ubud, not really sure why we went to Ubud but we did. Saw lots of paddy fields. Enough to last me a lifetime. Went to Jimbaran where we stayed in the gorgeous Puri Bambu which is a paradise in itself. Such a secluded and quiet place. I daresay we were the noisiest there. The four days quickly ended (as all good things normally do) and we were soon back to the old status quo. But the memories and the feel of Bali is still with us.
Us doing what we do best. Camera whoring. This is officially our first pic of the trip!

PY wrote a brilliant review of our trip. Check it out and the pics too. Honeystar's Paradise Bali.

Our first night in Bali was spent in this hidden place in Legian called Bamboo Bed and Breakfast (BBB). Someone misread it as Banana Bed and Breakfast when i smsed him. That certain someone needs to get a stronger pair of glasses ;) BBB has 8 pretty rooms. The doors are pink in colour which is in contrast to almost everything else in the place. After checking in and all, we ventured out on foot. And walked and walked and walked. Exploring everything in sight. The sun began to set and we found ourselves on the beach. We then walked some more in the dark and found ourselves in Kuta! We eventually found our way back to BBB. Kuta at night is different from Kuta at day. But you never feel the sense of doom or danger there. You're perfectly safe. We played cards on our first night. Old Maid, Happy Family, Snap, Fishing. It was sheer childhood fun. It was simple yet enjoyable. Cos we were laughing and talking about things. We then ventured out to McDonald's for a bite. Which was a good half hour to get there. Came back and carried on with our "girltalk" And being typical A-listers we had E on the whole time to keep us up to date with our friends in Hollywood.
The pink doorThis is my fav bathroom of all the places we stayed. The mirror was huge. It was big and airy and it was outdoors. And it had this amazing showerhead which I'm still raving about til today ;)

Next day, we did a little shopping and changed hotels to Massa Inn in Kuta. Can you believe we passed this place twice or was it thrice the night before trying to locate it and we never did! It's like it popped out of nowhere! The location of this hotel is good. Right smack in the middle of the infamous Poppies Lane 1. Altho Poppies Lane 2 is where it's at now. We went down to the beach. Didn't do any Sports Illustrated shots cos we were afraid for our cameras. So I'm leaving that to ur imagination. The girls were in bikinis and I was in board shorts. I frolicked out into the waves. Enjoying it's caresses. The girls stayed on the beach doing their thing. And their thing on this day was getting sand into their bikini bottoms! We didn't manage to get a good tan despite the sun being superstrong. But it was amazing being on the beach. Checking out all the semi nude guys.

Massa Inn. Not gonna show you the interior. Nothing to shout about.

At night, we did our thing. Clubbing. Or at least the girls did. I met up with Derrick and we had a little chat away from all the noise. We started the night in Macaroni which had very interesting interior deco and their bathrooms were mirror mazes! This is the sink.

This is us, in the room about to head out.

We had pre-party drinks then I saw batman arrive on his bat-bike. The girls lived it up in Embargo where they got hit on left and right. So proud of my ladies that night. Wish I could have seen them in action. Got home, drunk and we bought this awesome too die for greasy pizza as after party snacks!

The next day, we visited a local performance show. I think it was called Barong Dance or something. I tell you, the drama in this show is worst than some of the drama you find on soap-operas! And the costumes!! Amazing!

The best part, we couldnt make out what was happening at most parts so we started guessing and I think we were pretty satisfied with our conclusions. This is us at the show. Post hangover!

After the show, we went to this place with gardens and gardens and intricate ornaments and very detailed carvings. It's owned by some rich guy who decided to make it a public place. Very nice of him. It's sort of like a secret garden thing.




We then journeyed to Sukawati to get tons of cheap stuff at bargain prices. We were literally in heaven! We did a quick pitstop in Ubud to check out the paddy fields. And along the way to Tanah Lot, our driver banged into this woman on a bike. It was very comical actually, cos I was asleep and I woke up just in time to see her in front of us and then sailing into a ditch (or at least I think it was a ditch, PY and NZ said it wasn't) But she survived to die another day and so did we. Needless to say, we were wide awake after that. We weren't very happy with our driver before this incident cos we were convinced he was taking us for a ride. He must have recognized us as the celebs we were and was taking us to all this paparazzi-infested places. Damn him. Can't even remember his name. And after this accident, we didn't like him even more. Stupid fool should keep his eye on the road.

But once we got to Tanah Lot, it was a whole different story. The beauty and majesty of the temple and the shores were amazing!! I was truly spellbound! A temple on the beach. How more inspiring can you get.








The last pic was taken by that fabulous photographer NZ. PY and me call it our honeymoon pic. Isn't it simply gorgeous? Check out the sky. It's so white!

We finally checked into Puri Bambu in Jimbaran. That wonderful place secluded away from prying eyes. Jimbaran has nothing to offer but peacefulness and relaxation especially if your hotel is anything like Puri Bambu. We had initially decided to walk out for seafood but decided to stay in and pig out on room service. But not before a dip in the icy ICY cold waters of the pool. It was freezing but invigorating! We spent the night talking and chilling. Tired from the day's adventures. I think we passed out one after the other.











Following day, we took the shuttle to Kuta where we did our last minute shopping in I think three hours. We had only one thing on our minds and that was to shop shop shop. The girls introduced me to LUSH and my money found it's home. Also bought tons of donuts from Krispe Kreme. And we went mental buying DVDs which were unbelievably cheap!
Lush goodies



Me trying very hard to crack open the donut box. It's built like a timebomb! But doesn't my hair look amazing?

All in all Bali was paradise. Had a blast. Especially because I went with two of my most favourite people in the world. The things we did, the stuff we shared. It was not only our mind and body that got relaxed and renewed but also friendship grew tighter. This was our first trip overseas together and I'm proud to say we had an amazing time.

This is my 5 fav Bali moments.

1) When we were in Puri Bambu, NZ had told us that it was so amazing that the rooms came with microwave ovens. Me and PY looked at each other spellbound. Really? It turns out it was the safe box. We had a very good laugh.
2) Massage. The massages were cheap and unbelievable. As you may have noticed we are very indulgent people. So we indulged in massages. The ones we had in Kuta was so relaxing. And the ones in Puri Bambu were satisfying.
3) When we staying in BBB, for some reason, our air-cond had a mind of it's own. It kept on switching off and on thru out the night which drove PY mad. At some points it was hot, and at other points it was cold! Madness.
4) Playing card games in BBB. Such a delightful time. Reliving our childhood and laughing trying to outdo each other esp me trying to keep a straight face playing old maid. I still laugh thinking about it.
5) Bargain hunting in the streets of Kuta and making jokes with the local merchants and trying our best to slash the prices. We rock at shopping.

candyboy

This was taken on the last day in Bali. The hotel was Puri Bambu located in Jimbaran. It's an extremely gorgeous place. Quiet and beautiful. So much greenery and lushness. Feels like walking into a whole new world where war and crime do not exist. We were inspired to have a little mini photoshoot. This is mine. With a tree. Don't look too much into it. Check out the tree and it's branches and even the background. Very scenic. I like the shots alot. Taken simultaneously by the ever stunning Honeystar and brilliant Nazi.




Very GQ magazine material ;)

summer love

I was recently posted to Kota Kinabalu to fly the flights from that base for 2 weeks. Actually about 16 days. I was very apprehensive at first and thought what did I do to deserve this? I had alot going for me in KL and I had alot of planning to do before my trip to Bali end of the month. So tried as I could to swap it with someone, I couldn't. So with a heavy heart I went for it. And guess what? I had the time of my life!! I was a huge hit over there. HUGE HIT. Stayed in Promenade and was treated like a king. Everything was walking distance. Spent my days there walking from one point to another. Just walking and taking in the sites and letting the locals take in my sight ;) I was a regular tourist.


This is the view from my room.



Spent the first few days exploring and sightseeing. I love doing this. Just walking and getting lost in the surroundings. Met up with Azhar I think my 5th day there and he took me to the markets where everything is extremely cheap, colourful and FRESH. Check out the veges and esp the chilies! The colours! And i adore vege.. I wanted to buy them which was ridiculous.



We then went to the seafood section. And the smell had me retching. Even now looking at the photos, I can still smell the seawater and the blood and all the fish. Lord.. I'm feeling woozy. But the fish were extremely fresh. You can still see some of the gills moving. And there were so many varieties. From stingrays to crabs and weird coloured fishes and HUGE fishes. But the smell..

And some of the fishmongers were cleaning and gutting the fish and you could see the innards being pulled out. I could have passed out. But truth be told, some of them were hunky! The mongers not the fish. And they were topless ;) Leave it to me to notice men in a bloodbath.




And until today I cannot tell what this is. Some weird underwater plantation. And I'm not sure what is in the plastic containers either. They look like intestines. Or gall bladders.


After that, we walked thru the clothes part of the market and got approached by porn peddlers. Then we went to look at massage parlours. And got approached by a particularly hot massuer named Jimmy who guaranteed a good massage. Very good. I should mention here that in that 2weeks I was in KK, I must have gone for like 5 or was it 6 massages. I must have tried every place the city had to offer. But none gave me a happy ending ;) Even Mr Jimmy.

Flying in KK was a breeze. The flights were short and simple. The heat however was unbearable. Could have died. But survived. Part of the city, somewhere after LeMeridien towards Hyatt had a park. And in this park there were all this weird structures which to my eyes served no purpose. They looked like pillars. Patrick says they're pots. I'm not too sure about that Patrick..



And at one point there was this huge splash of colours on the buildings! I was very intrigued. I'm all for colours. These buildings are flats with shophouses at the bottom. And it's quite cosy walking thru them. And you can get from point to another by walking using the elevated colourful pedestrian walk. From this mall to the next. Very ingenious.



There was this gelato/ice cream place near my hotel called Scoops. Which was a bad idea. Cos I was there almost every other day. And each time I tell myself I must take a pic of what I ordered. But it never happens. Cos after one spoon or one lick, I just couldn't stop. So to make up for the lack of gelato pic here, here is the overall look. The taste is to die for! Esp the chocolate orange! Smooth and tart.




So there you have it, my 2weeks went by in a flash. And what I thought was gonna be the death of me turned out to be the highlight of my year thus far. I met such interesting and wonderful people. Patrick being one of them ;) Really like the city. It's small. Quiet. But I don't think I could live there. In that 2 weeks, I've explored every nook and cranny of it. If I lived there, I'd go mad with mentalness. I also had the time to check out the islands Manukan and Sapi but I didn't take photos as I had left my phone back in the hotel. Didn't want to risk me dropping it or misplacing it. But the islands were nice. Esp Sapi. My return trip to Sabah would be to go to Sipadan. Someone close recommended it alot. I even had a free hair highlight! How cool is that? Yes.. I now have blonde highlights. It was silver initially then got switched to blonde. For free. Don't ask how or why.

On recommendation of my heartbeat HoneyStar i checked out this wonderful place called Little Italy. And the food is to die for! Very good Italian cuisine. Took pics of my first visit. Didn't take photos of my subsequent visits. Their bread basket comes with 4 varieties of bread. And their pastas are handmade. And the drinks come in cool pitcher like glasses.



Upperstar (about a block away) had nice drinks and ok ok food. Cheap drinks and the atmosphere was excellent. The view was amazing as we were upstairs on the balcony and you can people watch. But my eyes kept coming back to the person in front of me. The smoky silver of his hair kept caressing my thoughts ;)

All in all, KK was good to me. Very good. I enjoyed it alot. And am definitely pondering making a coming back visit. Lots to look forward to on my return trip. Azhar and the girls say I should. And I just might. But i'm also glad to be back to the old status quo. Nothing like home.