6 Weird Things About Me

Bugger...got tagged by Pickles. Damn it woman, you moved down not 1 day and already getting busy with blog. Now got time la?

RULES: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

Weird no 1: I don't think I'm weird, I'm normal, the rest of the world is weird.

Weird no 2: I talk to myself...when I need to work out some problems, yea, I mumble and make hand gestures, sometimes in public...most of the time in my car.

Weird No 3: I am virtually unable to swear ( Shit and bugger doesn't count). I can't say the F word out loud, I cringe when someone else does. Though I say it all the time in my head!. Ask anyone, they've never heard me swear...

Weird no 4: I have a thing against Indian girls. Nope, not racist, cos I am after all Indian...it's just they freak me out, most of them. They are like crabs, gotta pull anyone who dares climb out that bucket down. Gotta agree with Gobi-huang on this one...he doesn't fancy em either.

Weird no 5: I hate sluts...especially the two office ones. One married, the other engaged, but both fooling around. one with men many years younger. Oh, and both Indian...see? Does this count as weird though?

Weird no 5a: ( In case no. 5 doesn't count) I'm partially obsessive compulsive. E.g, if I blink one eye, the other has to blinked at the same pressure too...if not,I'll repeat the blinking until its the right pressure. Wait...this isn't weird, its crazy...oh well.

Weird n0 6: It's my way or the highway...have to do things my way, other way cannot. Even if my way is wrong...I don't care! IT HAS TO BE MY WAY.

So there...who do I have to tag? 6 people? OKla...shades, faz, uv, fb, choowie and YouKH

Diner Dash 3 : Flo on the go

Recently, my life has been busy, akin Diner Dash, a game by PlayFirst and Yahoo!. The latest version being DD3 : Flo on the go. In this game, you take on the character of Flo, a waitress who has to seat, take order, serve and then clear tables of diners. Also, she has to deal with people, all sorts, from bookworms to babies. And when its done too slowly, the diners get upset, their heads fume and eventually they will leave.

Suffice to say, Flo has a very stressful job. In fact, playing said game is stressful. I really dunno why I do it, since I'm just as stressed and as busy as Flo at work. Perhaps I can empathise with her, since I face the same situation, with patients in the place of diners. So if you wanna know what it feels like in my shoes, click on the link, go ahead, I dare you....try the endless shift version, cos right now, my life sure as hell feels like one!

BC 31 Round 2

BH and I decided to skip the launch and first few classes of BC 31, expecting large crowds. It proved a good move, cos by the time we actually went for round 1, most people had already done it and didn't get in our "newbie" way. We were disorientated a bit lar, first time mah.

Anyway, yesterday we managed to drag ourselves over to LM. Haven't been there for a while myself and was surprised to see so many people. Mostly newbies save for one or two kungfu masters. More about those later. FCI came in launch gear, complete with karate outfit and shoes. Dunno what Sunshine was raving about, caught no sign of any "cleavage", but then, FCI did adjust his outfit the few times that it slipped. Must be conscious about it already lah. Perhaps he should wear a sports bra, ala Crystal?

Well, BC31 grows on you la. Intensity wise, one can curi tulang a lot, but if you really put in the effort, the sweat will be there lah. Music wise, I like bad name", since I'm a huge Bon Jovi fan, but otherwise, not as inspiring as the previous releases. The only challenge is the double roundhouse and the evasive side kick- jump kick combo. Otherwise, yet another passable release.

Back to the kungfu masters. Of late there have been a few in LM. People who think they are kungfu masters, i.e by adding their own choreo ( adding jump knee in warm up) and executing moves in what they think is "stylish" . Sad to say, they come of as American Idol auditionees...delusional. Almost can hear them shout "I'm the next BC Master trainer!". Oh well. To each, his own.

Also made many people think BH has massive lips and suction power...went for massage and "cupping" on Saturday, with the bruises very visible on Sunday. My back currently looks like piece of polka dot material...no...maybe more like crop circles of red-blue. Though covered nicely in my office wear, a bit of the bruises peek out from under the collar. My nurse must think I was into some randy action with BH last night. Hopefully they go off soon.

Sweet like chocolate

Been so busy lately doing an average of 3 root canals a day, mostly molars with 3 or 4 fine long canals.So finally decided to take a break and headed off to 128 Faubourg ( Sothys) for a facial. This wasn't any ordinary facial though, it was a chocolate one.
Sothys facials have so far been great, the therapist knowing just the right amount of pressure to use, the steamer not to hot /wet and the extractions tolerable. Plus the back massage ...very nice!!! But this chocolate facial is seasonal, so I decided to give it a try. They use a chocolate mixture to mask, and the choc is supposed to be an antioxidant. It smelt like really good Belgian chocolate and that really must have relaxed me, cos I dozed off. The only downside is that it increased my craving for chocolate and hence I rushed off to Haagen Dazs and bought a pint of choc ice-cream.
Overall, great way to relax...but my back still hurts from work...off for a massage today. This one will hurt, but should make me feel better after ;)

Short ( NO RELATION TO ANY BC INSTRUCTOR)

Heard this on the radio today:

Secret to a successful relationship
For women : Understand a man a lot and love him a little
For Men: Love a woman a lot, don't try understanding her at all

Hehehehe....kinda true, must admit that we women can be difficult to understand, being the more emotional more irrational of the sexes.What makes perfect sense to us is sometimes rocket science to men. Amazing how we actually get together after all, with all these differences.

Also heard on the radio today that it's "Make someone happy day". Ok, today I resolve to make MYSELF happy! Yipppee!

Have a good one people!

Valentines 2007

A single white rose, remnant of a dozen, still sitting in my room, being dried so that I'll remember this day. Valentine's wasn't supposed to be a big deal. It has not been for many years now and this year should have been no different.

In my mind, it's expensive and a great marketing strategy for Hallmark, so when BH asked what we should do, I said "nothing". No dinners, no gifts and NO FLOWERS ( expensive mah). But as usual, BH surprised me with a bouquet...which I received in the midst of taking an x-ray for a root canal patient. A dozen white in a green themed bouquet, because I like the colour green. My heart melted. And it melted even more, because BH braved traffic and bad parking to spend lunch and dinner with me. Though both meals were not at expensive restaurants, both special and meant a whole lot more.

Lunch was curtesy of Prema, our receptionist/office manager in Jalan Gasing. Her mum had graciously cooked fried chicken, chicken rendang, with basmati rice and vege. As for dinner, BH and I decided to walk down memory lane. We went to Pudu, where he grew up and had our own version of a buffet. We sampled food from various roadside stalls.

I still believe that it doesn't matter where one eats on Valentine's day or how much one spends. What matters is who you spend it with and how. What matters is that this one day reminds you that it should be like this everyday, that we should show our love to those that matter, everyday. And those that matter includes ourselves too.

Durian Ice-Cream

After reading FBB's blog about durian ice-cream, Bh and I have been trawling all gelato outlets looking for it. Lecka-lecka doesn't carry the flavour...it causes the rest of the flavours to stink, so they said. In the end, I chanced upon Gelato Fruity in MV...and spent 5.90 on a single scoop. How was it? Bleeeargh...didn't like it. Ended throwing the blady thing away...For me, it didn't taste like good durian or good ice-cream.

The durian ice-cream was really the icing on the unpleasant day I'm having. it's supposed to be Friday, i.e FRIDAY...last day before the weekend, but it feels like a Monday. Many minor arguements and politicking at work is making me regret this job. Already am having serious thoughts of quitting. What to do? Feel bullied and unappreciated mah. My patients are rarely the problem, its the pests I have to share an office with, or rather Pest. Said Pest is a real toyol, who makes office chocolates and cookies disappear, appart from nicking my stuff and spoiling it. Who knew dentists could be soooo petty and have "estate indian" mentallity. Wait a minute...I take that back, the "estate indian" probably has better work ethic. In the words of my head nurse, Pest is "hati busuk"and unfortunately, there is no cure for that. The other pain is my BOSS, who turns a blind eye to all these "events", with the excuse..."There's no proof".
Sigh...what does one do in such a situation? Turn a blind eye too? Or just leave?

Thankfully Bh comes home today, after a few days out in Lipis...:) Am seriously looking forward to a hug, I need one.

Dong Cheng!

It's that time of year again! Soon it will be unbelievably hot, dry and uncomfortable....but the streets will be empty. So empty, you could have a showdown in front of the Sultan Abdul Samad building at noon and you might even see tumble weed. Yep, Chinese New Year is coming!!!!!! Another week and a half and 2 kilos to go till the big day. Hope I can squeeze into my mucho tight dress. BH thinks I look good in it, my mum thinks I can hardly breathe in it. I think I need to lose some tummy.

Its been wonderful so far, all this weight gain. Yea, I complain, but the weight gain was for happy reasons and I am now beginning to appreciate ME, CURVES AND ALL. At least now when I hear Fat Bottomed Girls, I know what they're talking about! Plus I look less like a plank, i.e flat. However, being the complainer that I am ( I'll admit this as a fact)...I'm still gonna have to lose just a wee bit more. Maybe not 2 kilo's lar, but just a bit off my tummy and my behind will do. Wishful thinking? I hope not. But it will be tough, cos' BH is out of town and somehow when he's not around, I can't drag myself to the gym...just feel too lazy. The power of BH.

Will drag myself tomorrow.

I sent a letter

Its funny how small things can lead to bigger things. A small step, paving the way for bigger strides. Anyway, today being February 1st, i.e FT day and Thaipussam, it meant a whole lot of people were on holiday. The mall was packed. Its like there's no where else to go on a public holiday right?

Mom to kids" hey kids, its a public holiday, lets go to Megamall!!!"
Kids ( 3-4) to mom "Yeay! Lets go make nuisances of ourselves!"
Dad to mom"Good idea honey, lets join the jam and endless que's for parking"

But not everyone was on holiday, DHL was open, and since I had something I needed couriered urgently, I dashed off to Menara Axis after work. And there I met another person who was working on a public holiday, Jordan, a nice young chap, on his first day on the job.
Jordan, very busy, first day on the job, on a public holiday, working, all alone.
My envelope, which costs an arm and a leg to send.

Well, we've all had first day's right? The nervousness and the fear of screwing up teamed with the anticipation of whats to come just makes one sweat! But this fler was doing a pretty good job. He was quick, friendly and courteous...don't you just wish the postal officers were the same? And on a Public Holiday too! Dunno about you, but I hate working public holidays. Aside from the fact that I have to work while the rest of the world takes a break and deal with the crowds, well, it's just not fun. So this one's for the people who don't get to play on public holidays...and the next time you see someone who is working while you're on holiday, be nice.

The Flu, The Whole Flu and Nothing But The Flu

There is no end to the flow running from my nose. You would look like this too if you have fluid running out of your nose and down your throat which causes a cough which keeps you awake at night. What started as a sore throat now a full blown flu.....minus the fever. Sniff,sniff....hack, hack...darn it! I wish I could just jam my suction up my nose and get all that stuff out!
The worse part of it is I still have to get to work tomorrow. Patients are not as patient with their dentist. Oh well, thank goodness for cross infection control. Unable to go to the gym either...sigh.....sniff, sniff, hack,hack.

I wonder what it would be like to be a stewardess?

Ok, said question popped into my head recently because of late two young ladies came by to have dental exams and x-rays for their applications to a middle eastern airline. The airline itself just started flying to KL and boy, were their dental requirements strict. That of course is good la, since you wouldn't want an air steward/stewardess with a toothache serving you right? Anyway, though my height/age/weight probably disqualifies me ( I have to add I'd pass the dental exam with flying colours...hehehe), I wonder what it would be like to fly on a jet plane and serve people up in the air?

I've been on a few flights, have heard of SG airlines and eva air's beautiful stewardesses...but its beauty really important? Take BA for example, they don't discriminate age or looks. I flew 13 hours to London and had a lovely experience being served by a bald man, who was very kind and always ensured we had drinking water. Also on board were plump and middle aged stewardesses...but they were so nice and friendly. Someone once told me that the SIA interview involved a swimsuit catwalk session...I mean come on, who's gonna see the cellulite on them lar? Unless they serve first class passengers in bikini's?.

Last year I flew MAS home from LA and I must say I was very disappointed. Well, I was sick the entire 23 hour plus journey and got no sympathy from the stewardesses at all. I couldn't eat anything solid and they didn't offer me any other alternative. I would have settled for some bread rolls and juice, but nope. Plus I was sick, and had to throw up a few times. Well, I used the air sickness bag la and didn't know where to throw it. I had the window seat on this flight, with two other people next to me. On top of that, I could hardly walk straight. The stewardesses did not want to help me dispose of said bag at all...they said I had to do it myself in the loo. Bear in mind, the bag was clean, as I used double bags and I was sick as a dog,ok. I wish for a little bit more sympathy la...but well, they sure look pretty and unsympathetic.

Maybe I'm asking for too much compassion from pretty well made up and groomed ladies on a flight. But heck, my assistants and I ( not so pretty, not so groomed and not so made up) deal with a whole lot more disgusting stuff everyday. Its part of being human, isn't it? To be disgusting. No one vomits roses, especially so when sick. So I really wonder, what a stewardess's job is other than look pretty and ask "Coffee or tea?". Compassion lacking on MAS.
speaking of tea, ever hear the one where the stewardess blew bubbles in someones tea just cos she was cheesed off that he asked for teh tarik? I heard it from the horses mouth herself, a former MAS employee. Ooh, and what about them having pornographic moments caught on tape?Hmmm.....

On the other hand, though beauty isn't important to me at all, the stewardesses should at least look presentable lar. Sad to say Air Asia punya...haiyo, some make up like drag queens, foundation colour too white, blue eyeshadow and pink cheeks. Plus with some of their long hair all over the place, I wonder what would happen in an emergency when the hair obscures their sight or worse, gets caught on rolling parts or even catches fire? Not quite smart right? Also, when serving food, I hope never to see stray hair or any one's hair touching my meal. i also had the misfortune of a stewardess on an Air Asia flight to KK, flirting with my then BF (he also gatal lah, hence become EX already). So where is the professionalism?

I truly wonder what a stewardess's job is like? I know many would complain ( and I've heard such complaints on board) about fussy passengers...but heck, thats what the service industry is all about,right? Even I have to deal with quack patients with loads of patience.

I hope most airlines become more like BA and train their "Flight Crew" to be courteous, professional and above all competent in any emergency situation. That after all should be what the job is about right?

Pristine@Gasing

Okla, have to blog about new practice right? Well, we opened up a new branch in PJ, after years of hearing our patients complain about the traffic and parking in MV.


So here it is, 52,Jalan Gasing, Section5, PJ. 03-77816289. And we are open from 10-6.



Well, parking here is very easy and there definitely is NO JAM. And its a nice relaxing environment...

The front of the bungalow, a side view



Nice large windows



Reception

and, our waiting area....well, just one pretty corner lah.

Cantik, kan?

The 11-teefirst Anniversary of the Wookie's 29th Birthday

Favourite Wookie celebrated a birthday recently at FCI's apartment...many thanks to FCI for sponsoring the venue and the lovely harem for the the food.The birthday boy himself, carrying his balloons, curtesy of June to the venue. Doesn't he look dashing?



The girls checking out FCI's room...hmmm, tak pakai blue light pun?

The entertainment of the night...FCI dancing...no lar, horror movie recycle. Can you see the look of suspense on the girls?
Birthday Boy cutting cake...fuahh hold knife like samurai sword, a true combater!


The Birthday Boy and his Harem...

Favourite shot of the night...the two sole males ( discounting Chris who left early) at said party with Birthday Boy. Check out the cutey pie peeking from behind the balloons..wakakaka.

Wookie, you can say you'll never be older than 29 if you use the above to describe your birthdays! This one's for you....my favourite shots of the night and then some. Though you say you don't like the hooha, we all hope you enjoyed that hooha and have a great one ahead.

Much ado about combat

Didn't make it to class on Monday, so headed to class yesterday at MML. I was expecting a huge crowd, especially since FCI announced his single status, but was surprise to see the class barely full.

Anyways, these days I can't make it there since from now on on Tuesday I finish at 6. Time to put in a minor advert into blog about my new practice, i.e Pristine@Gasing, very cosy, very quiet and parking is so freaking easy....Do visit, am bored outta my head right now since the practice is new and patient flow isn't there yet. Luckily I'm only there Tuesdays and Thursdays. So far have had a lot of practice in Geriatric Dentistry, my three patients of the day were all over 80! Will put up pics later today kwa.

Back to combat. Class on Tuesday was fun, maybe because I had skipped the past few classes. It was nice to see a few familiar faces, Sunshine ( sorry dear, I'm really bad with names, I now know 4 people with your name) , Pickles, whom as I guessed, couldn't not make it to Mondays class after a looooooong weekend in Sg and tall half-white boy. This fler always stands in front, so where I was standing, with FCI being vertically challenged and there being no stage, had to make do with verbal ques. Also noted that his coordination has improved slightly, as there was less space around him now. People not so afraid of getting kicked by lanky legs. Its nice to see people enjoying themselves in class especially so when they shout. The floor boards were shaking lasst night, thats for sure. Was missing the usual suspect in Tuesday's class, i.e FB, who has a FINGER infection...hmmm. It doesn't matter if you can't bend the thing, FB and end up making lewd gestures. BH does it all the time, with his perfectly healthy digits.

Heard about the problems FCI had on Monday and the heightened security. Perhaps people have been kicked one time too many, hence the strict regulations on class numbers. In any case, apparently other instructors were not affected. Does this mean FCI is super popular? For someone of his stature, he sure gets a lot of attention.

Flu now has progressed to the persistent cough phase which is super annoying. Will skip the gym today to rest, yet again.

Delusional Idol

This will be a short one as the flu is currently making me wanna fly away to sleep. The above title is in reference to the delusional people who audition for American idol. You know lah, the flers who can't sing a note but insist "I'm the next American Idol"!

Maybe in their heads they sound really good. I mean when I sing I sound pretty good to myself as well. But when I hear my recorded voice, I sound like Minnie Mouse. So, Surely these people must have recorded themselves, and therefore heard how the rest of the world hears them before auditioning, right? But NO.... they insist the judges are tone deaf AND THAT THEY ARE THE REAL TALENT. Right.

I have always liked that Cowell fler, cos' he's honest...he's mean and doesn't sugar coat his comments, but at least he's honest. I mean if you sound like a kodok, he'll call you a kodok la, what else? I seriously think these people know they can't sing, but were paid by the show to appear on tv, for our entertainment. How else can you explain it? Either that or they all memang delusional giler. Anyhoo, its all good for us, laughing at their expense and hoping that another William Hung is NOT born out of the latest fiasco. She Bangs will never sound the same to me ever again.

On a good note, one contestant who is of rather curvy proportions came up with the word fluffy to describe her derriere....maybe the next time someone says I've put on weight, I'll just retort that I've gotten "fluffier"...makes it sound nicer, no?

Meenachi-na

Anneh, i.e favourite wookie, always calls me meenachi...I suppose its because I'm Indian. But BH on the other hand, calls me.....meenachi-NA. Which he thinks is more appropiate as I'm more chin-ak than indi-ah. A fact he keeps reminding me of everytime we venture into an Indian restaurant and I am flabbergasted when he asks me what each food on the menu is. In my defense, my mum is after all CHINESE.... and so I speak my MOTHER tongue, literally, i.e CANTONESE.

Then of course there are those who think of me as plain Minah. My kopi susu skin deluding them into mistaking me for Malay or Indon. I wonder what a Filipino girl is called in Tagalog?

I on the other hand, consider myself this



Masala mix ( what I'm munching on as I type this) ... a little bit of this, a little bit of that and a whole lot of "masalah" too....hehehehe.

Most of the masalah coming from people trying to place me as "Indian" or "Chinese" or "Whatever". You should see the faces of people when they hear me speak Cantonese or when they find out my name and I can't speak any Indian dialect. The confusion can be entertaining. The rest of the masalah comes from me, trying not to be confused myself.

The curse of the super push up bra

For the super blur...I am referring to the movie, the curse of the golden flower, which in my opinion, should be retitled as above. Why? Cos every one of those women who's breasts were pushed up way up defying all laws of gravity were cursed. The Empress? Huge assets,her husband poisoning her, all her sons killed...The doctors daughter? Amazing push up, slept with half brother,killed by a sword...oooh, her mother, no push up... but also cursed, ended up dead in a hail of javelins.

There were only two things that caught my eye in this movie....Jay Chou and the fact that not one of these women actually ended up censored. Well, in all fairness, there was only cleavage lah, no actual nipples showing...but boy...could those things bounce. And in every scene, the bustier girls would be in front....I guess sex sells. I doubt that the clothes in China at that time were designed that way and if they were, they failed to pass down to us the art of the super push up bra. I've yet to see a Qipao with this added feature.

All in all, the fighting scene's were so so only lah, the normal Chinese fly here fly there kung fu lah. Seen many times before type? But I reckon the producers borrowed a lot of scenes from different cultures. One army looked and fought like ninjas and one army had shields the kind the Trojans/ Alexander the Great would have used. Somehow I didn't like the lack of originality in this movie. The story line was also so so lah, I suppose the visual stimulation the movie provided is enough to get people to watch. But I still think defying gravity like that, must have hurt.

Bread, dogs and cheese...hold the olive oil

Apparently many people seem to have their knickers up in a bunch at the recent blog posts of FB
( mostly), Wookie and in some part, me. But I guess when it comes to people of celebrity status, i.e FCI, its understandable. I just hope it doesn't get the circus attention the likes of Mawi and Diana....hmmm..... is our FCI that famous?

On to more mundane and hence safe topic...bread. To be more exact, Gion bread, from Kyoto, Japan. Cuurently its being sold in Jusco MV for 18 bcuks a loaf. You read right...18 bucks! A loaf also weighs a good kilogram and my mum did the math...it costs a ringgit a slice. Taste wise, it has a buttery flavour and actually is quite nice to munch on. Once toasted, its pretty good. It claims not to have any butter in it though and apparently a lot more nutritious from your local Gardenia. But then again, they can claim anything right?



Now on to dogs...well, one dog, mine. My darling Jackie girl....just wanted to put up this cute ( definitely not ugly ) pic of Jackie and BH....don't they both just make you go "awwww"

Too much information: a story of cheese and olive oil

FB had a news breaking story recently: FCI is currently single and looking...Wah! Expect to see women tripping over each other to get his attention? I hope not, because all the tripping is likely to occur in combat class and that would be bad. As it is, he already has a band of devotees...I mean "regulars" with the odd stalker or two thrown in. All happily combating away, eyes fixed on him instead of where they are supposed to be kicking and kicking the person next to them...normally a very annoyed ME! So this newsworthy piece of information to me, is not good.

Favourite Wookie decided to add flavour to the story by putting up a picture of EXTRA virgin olive oil....in reference to FB's pic of Kraft SINGLES cheese. I get the SINGLES bit, should I spell out the EXTRA VIRGIN bit? Hmmm....A simpler method of finding out would be to figure out if BH's housewarming gift was utilised by FCI...but then again, those could be mistaken for highly burst resistant balloons and hence used as such.

Don't think I can stomach ( literally as the gastritis is acting up again) the sight of doe eyed, heavily made up, attention seeking women who insists on throwing themselves at him. Shor...I mean vertically challenged that he is, they would be throwing themselves right in front, for fear he cannot see them. Thus blocking his visual ques and getting in my way. Think I'll skip FCI's classes for a bit, at least until someone else puts up another food picture on a blog declaring him...no longer SINGLE.

Penang Trip Part3 : Jerejak Island

Pic taken by BH, trying an "art-sy" shot of my bu...I mean back

So, after a mad dash to the ferry, we make it on time to get to that darn island, the one FCI says you can swim to from the main island.Yea right, I'd like to see him TRY. Anyways, upon landing at the jetty on said island, we are greeted by the sounds of Balinese music...k'ting-ing away softly. Not a musical instrument in sight, so it must have been piped in kwa. The outdoor decor was also Balinese and we were greeted by....an indonesian guest officer, whom I hope was not from Bali.The resort itself is very isolated, its good for people who plan outdoor-sy stuff for small groups and for a quiet getaway.We stayed at the spa village, in a chalet built on stilts at the side of the hill. The chalet was nice, very Balinese too.

Dinner that night was not worthy of mention. We did however have an uninvited guest...a cat decided we were just the right people to give it a foot massage...BH of all people, hater of all things cat...hmm...By morning, I was feeling bad...after an hour of trying to cycle on the prison route, I gave up and crashed on the bed. We passed a cemetery, unmarked on that trail, which was right at the side of the trail and this added to my misery...I was creeped out. So poor BH was left to his own devices...but apparently whatever got to me, got to him too, as he was sick by evening.

We managed to drag ourselves to the mainland for food and ended up eating Teochew porridge, which actually was quite good. It was an early evening for us, with both of us falling asleep trying to watch Buli Balik on VCD.

In the morning, we both felt better. So off we went for our massages at the spa. It was cool, Balinese style ( what else) and very nice. The rooms were built on stilts and had open walls, with only curtains for privacy. Oh, and there was an en-suite outdoor bath, very Balinese. We actually had our massages together...hehehehe...and I had my lulur. But, it was soon time to leave...a long drive ahead...for BH anyway.

We left Penang the way we came, with no jam or traffic. Ironically, the jam was on the opposite side of the road, as KL-ites were headed north for the long Raya-New Year break. We planned the trip well! Coming home was great, we stopped in Ipoh at Onn Kee's....yummy and after 5 days, I finally got to see my doggie Jackie again.Gosh, she missed us, she couldn't stop whining. But she was still very much missing her boss, my mum as they hadn't come back from India yet. Pickled them up the next day and so the dog was happily wagging her tail again!.
Penang was fun, but still prefer KL lah...must save up money for trip Down Under next....Koala land beckons man!

Many thanks to Crazy Attack Fella, Karryn, Ben Scully, Tamiya and Kelly for making this trip a wonderful gastronomic experience.