i know where it's at

On my last trip to the GoldCoast, I finally had the chance to visit the famed MovieWorld located about an hour's drive from the airport by bus. Alphaman and I had to wake up early to get the first bus there cos we wanted to fully utilize our time there. A slight drizzle decided to join us in our run for the bus. The one thing I enjoy about bus rides is the sceneries we pass. And the very interesting people you see boarding the bus and waiting for other buses at the bus stops. After about an hour, we reached the entrance of MovieWorld. I will admit I had goosebumps looking at all the rides. They were high and they were huge.
We wasted no time in paying and getting in. It wasn't cheap. It's 66 Aussie which equals to about 180 Malaysian Ringgit. Alphaman was abit apprehensive about all the rides saying why don't we warm up with the tamer rides first. And I'm like, ok fine. So went into the BatCave which was a motionmaster sort of thing where u sit and strapin and it jerks and throws you around. This was ok. Nice appetizer.

Then we went for the Scooby Ride. Which was inside this huge haunted mansion. It was 4 person per ride and I thought it was gonna be some kiddy thing where the car brings u thru doors and then some freaky monster pops up to scare you. Well, I was rite for the first few minutes, then the car stopped and it sort of went up a lift and then it went backwards. Yup, we plunged backwards!! SCREAMING. In the dark. U had no idea where u were going save for a few flashes of lights. It was an indoor rollercoaster and we were being hurled backwards! Lots of fun.

Then we went to Shrek 4D. A 3D cinema which was above expectations. There was water splashes and wind blowing behind your ears and rats running at your feet. Lots of fun. Below are the 3 Lil Pigs we passed on the way in.

We then went to the Police Academy stunt show. Very fun and unexpected. Didn't get to take pictures here cos I was so mesmerized by all the stunts. The guys were cute too ;)

We got to take photos with a whole lot of movie characters. Sylvester, the Scooby gang (who also performed an impromptu dance) for everyone, Austin Powers being his usual groovy self and of course the wonderful Justice League! I was like OMG WonderWoman I LOVE YOU!!!

From left, The Flash, SkyDancer, Wonderwoman, Alphaman and Green Lantern

Having enough of fluff fun, I suggested for us to take on the harder rides. Alphaman was not a happy bunny. He was there just to observe the tougher rides not ride them. And I'm like how can u not ride them?

So I managed to drag him to ride the Superman which is superfast rollercoaster! That twirls and drops at neckbreaking speed. The first initial drop is a 90 degree where u can actually see yourself heading straight to the ground. And it definitely did not help when one of the attendants told us, "don't worry guys, if you fall off try and aim for the grass". This was definitely a heart stopping ride. Check out the photos below. Just look at all those twists and turns. Insanity.


Right next to the Superman was the Lethal Weapon ride. Alphaman did not even budge from where he was standing, so I went alone. I literally could feel his fear as he looked at the monumental ride in front of him. This was the kind tat leaves your feet dangling as you spin, plunge and fly through out the sky. Mental I know but I was so pumped that nothing was gonna stop me. This ride had me screaming every curseword I know in every language that I could. It was freaky and such an adrenaline rush!!
There I go, up and away.

And there I go, round and round, upside down. Feeling my insides do a milkshake!

Still on an unbelievable high, I tried talking Alphaman into coming on the Batman with me. Which was basically a skyrocket type of contraption that shoots you up into the clear blue sky and then bringing you back down. My charm did not work on him, so again I went alone. And screamed out loud. The worst part of it all was waiting for the blasted thing to shoot us off into the sky. The anticipation was bad. The moment my feet touched the ground, I went for it again. Twice in a row.
Preparing for the ride.

Heart's a pounding!!

After riding the Batman, I told Alphaman, we need to ride the other rides again but he did not want to so I went back and did all the rides again. Yup, Superman and Lethal Weapon. Way too much fun. Before leaving, we caught the Parade of Stars as they paraded and performed for everyone down main street. In between, we also caught Marilyn performing a few songs for her audience and also a bank robbery courtesy of Bonnie & Clyde. It was a very entertaining place. At one point, there was this very sassy music playing out of nowhere and everyone was trying to find the source. The next thing you know, Catwoman pops out and does a dance number with her fellow "kitties" as backup dancers. Marilyn being driven around..

The Justice League doing their walk..

Shrek and Fiona..

Scooby and Shaggy..

Catwoman strutting her stuff..


Skydancer and Alphaman..

So that was it. Money was well spent and I have no regrets. One of my goals for the year has been reached and I am a happy camper. Why can't Genting Highlands here in Malaysia upgrade themselves?

happy birthday

It's been awhile since I posted Eye Candies. So here we go. Cosmo Spain came out with 2008's men. But I chose a few to post. The rest didn't really rock my boat. Happy viewing. Whose your favourite?






Persoanlly, I thought last year's calendar was much more spicy and explosive.

let's get physical

48%

46%

Interesting.. I love the zombie quiz. It asks some very interesting questions. Try it out.

i'll be missing you

An uncle of mine passed away about a week before Christmas last year. Here we were right in the midst of preparing the house, baking cookies, shopping for gifts and clothes when we get the call from my dad informing us what had happened. We were all utterly stunned. Stunned and speechless. No one could believe it. Cos he was very healthy and chose his daily routine carefully. And my dad was just speaking to him the day before about Christmas plans for the next week. And now he was gone.

All I could think of when I heard the words were his children. We're a close-knit family and we all grew up with each other so my heart immediately flew out to them. My duty was clear, I had to be with them to show my support and love. I was almost at wits end trying to decide if I should bring anything or what to say when I saw them or how to act. This was not gonna be an easy breezy thing for me. As tough as I am, I still lose it when it comes to hearing or seeing someone lose their parent or child. It literally tears me apart cos I keep putting myself in their shoes.

Which was exactly what happened when we arrived at my cousin's. My eyes were constantly wet from the tears I was holding back as I looked at my cousins sitting by their father's coffin holding his hands. Their mother was the picture of heartbreak. Her sobs and the constant tears streaming down her face was enough to break even the coldest of hearts. And behind her, her sisters sat giving her the silent support she needed. Each one, I'm convinced were thanking God that it was not them in her seat.

Throughout the evening, people came and went. Prayers were said, hymns were sung, alot of comfort and solace were given and received. I tried to keep my mind occupied cos it was definitely not a good time for me. I hate funerals. I hate not knowing what to do. And I hate watching people I love cry. Even my dad who is the most solid person I know was crying. It sucked.

But my cousins. My poor brave cousins were holding up better than I expected. I was so proud of them. But only God knows how much they were torn inside. I wanted to hold them and tell them everything was gonna be alrite. But I couldn't cos I didn't know if things were gonna be alrite or if things were ever gonna be the same again. My uncle was quite the dominant figure in our lives. He was not exactly my most favourite person in the world because of his powerful figure of authority appearance but that does not mean I did not respect him and cherish him for all the times we had. He raised his girls to be independent beings and he challenged them and made them the women they are today.

The cremation was the following day and it was a long tiring process for all involved. It was easy to see they were all drained physically and emotionally. I had no idea there were so many rituals and steps involved in preparing him and them for the final rites. It was a definite eye opener to a culture that is slowly distancing itself from me. Through out all this, I kept a special eye on my own dad. Nothing like tragedy to make you cherish your loved ones even more. A sad fact that I've come to notice in recent years. It is in times of tragedy, that differences and wrong-doings are forgotten and we all become one again.

To my cousins, my prayers and love are always with you.
To my uncle, may you be at peace.

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 ;)