I REALLY SHOULD WRITE SOMETHING

i really should write something.

But what else can i conjure that doesnt involve me squinting my eyes and frowning my forehead and squeezing my brain juice in order to produce some excess obligatory funny liner that makes me go "ahhh i've written a nice posts! #win" ?

i think because im constantly drowning myself in thoughts of the what to do's, when to do's and how to do's that when it comes to relaxing (or blogging) im just lazy to exert mental energy. Brain coma. A state of psyche surrender.

So therefore in no particular order. Random opinions.

- LIFE OF PI has to be one of the best books i've read in awhile. (Thanks to the housebunneigh housemate for igniting the "want-to-read" in me) started off rather slow but when u put ur heart to it and be optimistic that there's an ending that is worth the somewhat draggy chapters, you'd be pleasantly wowed.

- FIFTY SHADES OF GREY is NOT one of the books worthy of the aforementioned optimism.

- THE CABIN IN THE WOODS blew my mind. The casualness of the lab character buildups were genius to say the least. Fresh concept for a horror/sci-fi movie too. Now when my spirits are low and my inspiration absent, i remind myself of WWJWD. What Would Joss Whedon Do.

 - PARANORMAN was a pleasantly touching movie. If u dont already notice the walau-so-nice-can-die claynimation.

Also,

I sneaked off (or rather sneaked off and then proudly spammed Instagram like a gungho photographer wanna-be) to BALI for a week's worth of foreign frolicking.
It was nice.
Instagram pics came out great.
As long as Instagram pics came out great, nothing else matters.
Absolutely nothing.

   

Lets see what else.

Work has been slow-ish. I'm knee deep in writing a new vid for our KickaVlogs.
Cant say that inspiration has been particularly good to me though.
It's been a dry draggy season of sitting down at OldTown and staring stonely at the hazy Restoran Twin Joyous opposite the road beneath the overhead bridge and seeing the Bangla and China workers wait for buses.
Staring and shaking my leg mostly.
U know, when ur nervous as hell and u're stuck in mental blockage and u still know u need to get this shit done but nothing shits out.
Yeah those shakes.

WWJWD mana lu?!

Oh and
Happy (Belated) Raya!

BEACHTIME @ DESARU

Just finished another video.

Please feel free to watch it again and again and again (and share it around if u think worthy) cuz god knows i actually put in effort in making these lil captured memories.

Maybe we can play them at my funeral or something.

#justsaying

ENJOY!

I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU YOU

Just realised the matrimonial structure on the jetty of Lang Tengah that we pranced, pounded and poked around on last month,

...as seen here...

Here...

Here...

Here...

and here...

Was actually used in this video...

for this movie...

Surprise surprise.
we didnt know we were violating an actual movie set.

Thus the thrill of life!

LANG TENGAH 2011

Despite knowing these people for nearly 10 years, we have NEVER gone on a holiday before.

FYI by holiday, i dun mean 1 day outings where we spend half the day in the car and 3 hours in a mamak stall.

i'm referring to an actual holiday. where we fly. we get in a van together. we get chauffeured to a foreign place (and not fight about who fetches who or who takes turn to drive who where) and then we just lepak for afew days (and not worry about where to go what to do or how to get where).

So anyway after much discussion (in FB, no doubt. love technology and how its destroying our human-to-human interaction. luvit! ) we settled on Lang Tengah.

This was actually the 2nd time oWaiYee and myself were setting foot on the nice sharp corals sands on this island. Our virgin trip here happened 2 years ago. (here. here. and here.) but we stayed in a different hotel on the other side of the island. (which is also reachable by foot)

but somehow this time... the rocks seemed... shorter.

maybe we got taller.
maybe the sand washed in and elevated the ground.
maybe the world is coming to an end.

i dunno la... but either way it was still damn fun.

just chillin and laying there with no 58342083958034 things on ur mind.

amazing scenery.

seaside Giantess picking off humans for dinner also got.

Ah Jin bending over for me to oil and touch.

karaoke video beach walk.

at night we played lantern like small kids.
(since it was Mid Autumn festival tat night)
(and we are all small kids at heart)
(some still small kid mentally)

i havent touched a lantern in ages.

And surprise surprise it was during one finely served BBQ dinner one day that the Hotel staff came running over to our table and asked if we wanted to see one of the most beautiful things a beach trip could offer - a turtle laying her eggs.

WAH i tell u i literally sprang up wanna fly already.

Our trusty Hotel man lead us to the location not too far away and we managed to witness this fragile creature going about her natural course. Of course with this taking place, the onlookers were beginning to pile up closer and closer till it reached a point that i started to suspect that these people were after more than just a nice glimps of the poor thing.

i really think that they were after her eggs.

When she was done everyone was too busy pulling a paparazzo on the poor thing i think we had it traumatised for life la.

i was thinking "GOOD. pls dun come back. too unsafe for u here."

the poor thing actually got stuck when it was making her way out back to the sea. I'm quite certain if we werent there to help her out she wouldve been maggot food.

it was a really huge turtle

This was taken on the jetty.

There was a private fairytale beach wedding the day before

(ruined by the night storm HAHA)
so we took the opportunity the next day to trespass and camwhore.

(i'm not smiling cuz i tot we were doing the whole
traditional-family-portrait-numb-face look)

(thanks for NOT telling me we were going for happy family smiles, guys)

(thanks alot)

nice trip. good friends. cheap stay.

OH YA did i mention tat we were the ONLY guests in the hotel during our stay?
we practically had the entire beach to ourselves throughout our visit.

beachgasm la really.

2 YEARS AGO

the splurge of my life.

KL FRENCH FORNICATION FRENZY

So for the past several weeks, the humble spectrum of Pelangi was thoroughly and evidently ransacked, rumbled and rectified to suit the Europeanal (catch the pun) needs of 3 Frenchies. 2 of whom I had met on THIS trip 2 years ago and then again on THIS trip a year ago.

So being the giving obliging kindhearted person I was, it was my time to don the tour-guide cape and fulfill my superhuman duties of the know-it-all local sight seeing extraordinaire. I is SuperGuide - Saving the French from confusion and catastrophe. One trip at a time.

Basically, this group of blonde haired bimbs (and bimbette (yes a male bimbo is a bimbette. not a himbo. because I SAY so.) were drifting in and out of my life like the hangat hangatness of a tahi ayam. One moment they were there occupying the throne sofas of the apartment with their turtle bags and overdue laundry. And the next, they vanish with nothing but a brief note left on the room door announcing their departure.

I had the bloody shock of my life towards the end of the note.
The PC really was not working that day.
Had to carry to workshop again and flush down RM180 on a new power supply.
Argh.

But of course, that's how life is with backpacking drifters.
Forever nomads.
Never settling.

So anyway.
Photos speak a thousand paragraphs.

This was when I made my way to KLIA to welcome them with asian arms wide open.

And this was the VIP treatment showered upon their angmo faces upon arrival into Pelangi.

Sorry no flowery tropical rainbow neck garland.

Introduced them to the rainbow family of weirdos, freakos and fish.

Practiced leniency towards my things and the hands that lay on them.

Engaged in painfully intense ice-breakers as warm up.

Gave them their privacy to do whatever it is that they wanna do with/on each other when needed. (However traumatizing it was to my human eyes.)

Embraced their day to day rituals with a non-judgmental peace of mind.

Made sure they were dressed appropriately when outdoors.

Temaned them climb cave.

followed them into the deepest darkest abyss of the Aquaria tunnel of awesome fishness.

Hiked up KL Tower with them.

Became their photographer when posing with prominently tall buildings.

Let them have their way with me when verbal communication grew weary and yawnsome.

Executed the ultimate Msian deed of overwhelming their tastebuds with over-oily over-fattening local munchables.

OK so not all that were consumed were authentically local.
BUT hey. wat angmo wants angmo gets.

(Apparently Sushi costs a private island and jet over there in their homeland and its dirt cheap here. So every turn of a Jap restaurant we passed, you could literally see the sparkle in their eyes when checking out the prices.)

Showed them the results of what raw Malaysian stupidity means.

Experienced temporary power failure and spent the day in darkness.
All because responsible me forgot to pay the bills.
I know.
True Malaysian spirit indeed.
Namewee would be proud.

Tragedy also befell upon the setting of the sun of the 2nd day of the French invasion.

Came home to a frantic Danny mopping the floor in a state of shock and trauma.
Apparently the Aquarealm had been squirting water out the whole day and no one was home to stop the excessive flow of water from flooding the floor. Mattresses were the drenched victims and we were 2ndary casualties.

Ended up digging out dustfilled comforters and blowdrying mattresses for sleep.

I think the french actually found the situation amusing.

OK lets see....

What..

more sushi @ giza

Else..

karaoke

Did.

feed legs to fish @ fishspa

We...

congkak.

Do...

walkaround pelangi. oldtown.

Nope can't think of anything else worth mentioning and lamenting about.
We waved salute bon voyage to ze french on a 6am Sunday and gave them our xoxo and <3.

May fate return them to somewhere over the rainbow.

(Sigh of relief.)

prezzie from the frencheeze.
haha. geddit? hehe.
French-Cheese.

Ha. Ha. Heh.

Thankyou Adel / Helmi for spending time with us and being our pretty petite driver.
Thankyou Danny for babysitting the french during my absence / MIA times.
Thankyou Bunneigh for being so warmly welcoming to outsiders.