I’m in the mood. I think I’ll share some photos from my road trip in Malaysia last Christmas. It was a short 5-day trip with my friends before I made another trip to Taipei to countdown to 2013 with my Taiwanese friends. No shots of faces will be shown.
We decided to make a trip up to Malaysia, up north. Christmas was approaching.
We drove through the night battling the zzzz bug and helping to keep driver B awake.
It dawned. We saw the same motivating highway signs telling us of our destination: 687km away.
We went past many tolls. Even running out of credits on the toll card in the middle of the nowhere. But we survived.
Owing to the wonderful design of the car, we managed to prank X by trapping him. By then, all of us were butt-hurt and loony from the 10 hour ride. Poor driver too.
First meal in George Town: a variety of street food i.e. fried noodles, rojak, grilled chicken wings…
We walked the streets, familiarizing ourselves with the area. The town was a reminiscence of a once laid back Singapore.
Push carts sellers went from street to street. This was a lady in her 50s pushing her already closed mobile store home.
We meet laid back animals on the streets, bored out from the heat.
The amount of food we ordered.
Headed to Gurney Paragon after dinner for some coffee.
Decided to grab dinner at the famous Gurney Drive which was supposedly a few kilometres away from hotel. Got drenched by rain, spotted a dead monitor lizard and arrived at a lesser known but equally good food destination Northam Beach Cafe.
The next morning, we drove to Kek Lok Si, the Temple of Supreme Bliss. It was the largest Buddhist Temple in Southeast Asia.
View of a temple below the hill.
Queued for tickets to an electric tram that took us to the top of the hill.
View of Penang from the top.
What is a trip to Malaysia without eating local desserts?
What about a Starbucks green tea latte?
Some words of wisdom spotted at a massage palour
Pretty young talents performing in the mall
Found a hotel with this name!
On the streets
Did I say Sun Yat Sen was one of my heroes? I’ve even been to his home in Shanghai!
Arrived at Macalister for dinner
Oh. Ordered one.
Penang Asam Laksa
Fried Kway Teow
The order sign for Fried Kway Teow
Prawn Noodles! This spells the end of the Penang food trail. Off to Kuala Lumpur for Xmas countdown!
After 5 hours’ drive and stopping by Ipoh, we arrived at Kuala Lumpur Putting out the gifts we bought for each other.
The monkey doing his thing in out soho apt.
Prepping for the countdown party. No one recalls what happened next.
And we arrived in Muar (2 hours from KL) for the famous Otak Otak. Here’s a shot of the guys testing out the sleeping bag.
The round about symbol.
Where we stayed
Captured a photogenic sir.
The dim sum man bringing out the delicacies
Took an hour drive to Melaka.
Walked through art shops
Caught the attention of a little tyke!
Walked through alley
Ends at a coffee shop again.
Silly buddy playing peek a boo with stranger kid.
B decides to kill of his nemesis/bff
Bye bye Muar and back to Singapore. 3 hours drive. We stopped by Johor Bahru to meet up with some friends for dinner before stamping our passports.
I’m talking about my drinking habit and my poor liver. A hobby that turned its back on me over the years. I was never a drinker growing up. My teenhood was spent on sports and silly girls’ outings. And TV series that made no sense but instill Cinderella dreams in me. But I grew up with relatively big feet for a girl (and height) so I gave up trying be part of the norm. Perhaps that lack of normality made me a shoe addict now. Back to topic. I’ll share about my shoes next time.
I started my drinking campaign during my first job. Over the years, it progressed into a social thing. My circle of friends bond over drinks. New friends are made over pints of beer. The first beverage I’ll drink on my holidays are probably local beers. Even our roadtrip became a beer-tasting trip. At the end of regular drinking nights, someone in the group would have made a confession about his/her past. What I’ve cultivated over the years is a liver and heart that suppresses everything. I never liked having to use my brains during hangouts. I’ve grown to be more careful over my drinks and I’m proud to declare that I’ve never been drunk. But sadly, I’ve suffered tonnes of hangover and I’m never proud of them.
It was a nightmare to go from being a casual drinker to a hardcore one. I drank because there was a need to socialise with my superior and colleagues in my first job. And I’ve learnt it the hard way for nothing comes free and what happens after drinks is another story. Drinking made me fearful of others but also drew me closer to some. I’m slowly growing out of the past of drunken stupidity and hangovers, and encouraging myself to start enjoying my blanc or tiger or even qingdao beer.
I’m thankful for the kind liver in me for tolerating the unnecessary alcohol overload. I am also thankful for friends that were always there to have a drink with me after a day’s hard work. Let’s hope I’ll breakdown one day over a beer too. Ha!
Don't ever change yourself to impress someone, cause they should be impressed that you don't change to please others -- When you are going through something hard and wonder where God is, always remember that the teacher is always quiet during a test --- Unknown