The alarm rang at 6.15am and I was up, dashing about, getting changed while chomping onto 2 bananas. 6.45am - Adeline and Janice were downstairs.
Route: Genting Sempah also known as the old route up to Genting. We were there first and set up our bikes and the rest of the gang only came about 30 min later. Group members: Kris aka Uncle, Uncle Patrick and son Jason, Hin Tong, Calvin, Lizzie, Adeline, Janice and Myself.
This funny contraption carries with it two bikes with ease
Uncle Patrick's jeep with 2 bikes inside
Adeline's brand new red hot bike, bought for only RM1,900. Didn't manage to snap Lizzie's bike, apparently hers cost her 10K
I tell you, Genting-Sempah route is NOT easy! The road was all winding up on a gradual climb and the were many signs of "AWAS, KAWASAN TANAH RUNTUH" The edges didn't have a protective barrier so imagine if you lose control of your bike, down you go 60KM from above. I say, byebyeeee.
It was so difficult on the legs and stamina that there were numerous occasions where I just wanted to U-turn back and go all the way back. But no, my stubbornness kept me going and Kris wouldn't allow me to stop saying, "See those monkeys up there?" "Uh-huh." "You stop, that's it. They will attack you." Apa lagi, I kept going and going despite my legs were really dying on me!
So, minus the part where I saw a little black puppy injured by the roadside, a cat carcass, a sparrow carcass and a snake splatted over with the guts spilling all over the road, it was actually quite fun.
You would think coming down was a breeze? I can assure you it was not. As all of us were flying down, concentrating on just the tapping of the brakes and sharp corners, I crashed.
And I crashed alone. All by myself. The rest of them didn't see me crash and were flying off like Michael Schumacher at 1932034823 km/hr.
So, this is the wound on my right palm. Blood was just oozing out. It's black because the soil are stuck beneath the skin
My left albow and left leg shin. Leg was bleeding as well but it stopped after I cleaned it. Saw the bruise developing there? The area is getting more and more swelled up
I don't know how or what cut me but this is on my waist. It looked like stitches to me, hehe
What happened was, there were many little stones on the road and somehow, one of them got caught inside the wheels and I lost balance and got flung off to the side of the road and landed on, thank God, SOILED GROUND.
First thing I checked was, my face No cuts or bruises, thank God. Then, the next thing I felt was SOIL IN MY MOUTH!!! URGGHHHH! Soil went into my left ear, soil ALL over my left shoulder, arms, waist and legs. ALL ON THE LEFT HAND SIDE. Soil on my face too!!!
With my bleeding palm, shin and elbow, I was seriously thinking how was I going to go all the way back down, since it was still a really long long way more to go. So, decided I'm not going to be a Princess about it, screw the pain and oozing blood, I hopped back onto the bike and rode on - this time much slower.
Somehow, Uncle Patrick realized I was missing and came back up to look for me, bless his kind soul The rest were still speeding down, not knowing what had happened. Me and Uncle Patrick took it slow. IT WAS STILL A LONGGGG WAY MORE TO GO. I was just telling God,
GOD, please DON'T let me crash one more time! Don't let stupid stones get trapped again! Don't let me lose control despite relying more on my left hand now! Don't let monkeys smell my blood and get psychotic.
Anyways, reached the bottom of the hill and all of us had mamak there. I just took water, not hungry as yet. All in all we clocked in a good 60KM ride. Janice dropped Lizzie and me off to our homes and I decided to take a quick shower before seeing the doctor.
I HAVE NEVER HAD SO MUCH 'FUN' IN THE SHOWER. I'll just spare you the details, so let's just use your imagination: Water + Wound = ?
Got myself to Doctor Koo. HE PEELED AND TUGGED OFF THE FLAPPING SKINS AROUND THE WOUND AREAS AND MANNNNNNNN, IT WAS 'FUN' - ROUND TWO. Asked me, "Pain or not?" YOU SAY LEHHHH! But, I muka tembok what, so replied haughtily, "Nope, no pain la."
He gave me so many pills la, I hate pills! Antibiotic cream, antibiotic pills, gauze + sticking tape, and...
Doc: I think I should give you painkillers as well. Me: Huh? I don't need it Dr, NO PAIN. Doc: Trust me, they will hurt after awhile, especially at night when you're about to sleep. Because the wound on your palm is actually quite deep. Me: !!!!!!!!! It will hurt more later, he said Will I get infection??? Doc: Yes, of course! The soil trapped under your skin, those I can't clean ya. Our body is built in a way that it will reject foreign stuff so don't worry. But there will be infection. Me: With pus and all??? Doc: Yes, with pus and all. Me: *cry!*
Then, some people can be so caring lor. Me sent pics of my wound via MMS to that someone. That someone replied via SMS and not call you know, " so poor thing. Sayang when I go back." and "You clumsy or hit car?" No calls.
Like. Seriously. WTF. Man.
Drove myself to the clinic using left hand. After clinic went to Penang Village to feast because burnt like over 1000 calories, and I am not exaggerating. And it was 2pm that time, so you could imagine since my two bananas, I had absolutely nothing.
Ordered Nasi Goreng which came with 2 small pieces of ayam goreng, telur mata kerbau, prawns and vege. If my mom were to find out I ate eggs and prawns after having all these wound, she'd kill me. But I just couldn't be bothered lah. Me is no pantang pantang all Then, Chin Ai bumped into me and decided to join me makan and she then headed on to this salon to do hair rebonding.
My right palm is stinging. My WHOLE left leg, waist, hip and shoulders bruised and stinging. And would I still want to go outdoor cycling, YOU BET!
I am in dire need of a beach getaway. Count... count... count - 78 days more Oh woe. Sigh. Gloomy face. Sigh louder. Drum fingers. Stare-cock at calendar. From --->
Just want to go out and do senseless shopping. Please don't roll your eyes. I haven't shopped eversince Dec 24 2006. A promise I have been keeping to myself and the bf. Or rather a bet. He thinks I will crash within 2 months (sorry babe, it's been 3 months now) I say, I will give myself 6 months.
In regards to #2 above I want to buy, tops super-girly-can-die bras cute panties fake-diamond earring studs that uber-cool stella mccartney's adidas range no shoes or bags - i have what it appears to be a 'storage problem' BOOKS! instant mood-lifting therapy Haagen Dazs Sticky Toffee Pudding Ice Cream - 5 2 tubs please a condo? ha ha, blissful wishful thinking ~~~
Go for a 24 hrs spa. Topped with another 24 hrs massage. Maybe throw in a 24 hrs facial. La di da ~ 3 days of pure indulgence - which emo female would still be emo?!
Ok. Seriously. Contemplating. A Brazilian. At StripKL *click* What were you thinking?
Go marathon on LOST, Grey's Anatomy, HEROES(!), the women on Wisteria Lane, Nip/Tuck, until both the eye sockets fall out
Work towards my pyramid. That is to be a financial free Tai Tai travel around the world (2 yrs max) chase after 2 boys + 1 girl for their daily cod liver oil must have: a quaint little boutique good to have: a kids art + craft centre another good to have: a music centre definite must have: husband It's like a pyramid, which I drew above:
a husband tai tai status + globetrotting 1 notti boy + 1 notti boy + 1 angelic girl (just like mommy) quaint lil boutique + kids art and craft centre + music centre
That's all.
*** By 'tai tai' I mean by not working in boring 9 - 5 jobs. Having a boutique + kids art centre is also work
I have two phobias when I sleep alone. And this is Part 1.
flying ceiling fans
People who know me well would know that I am a stuck-on-the-ceiling fan person. I am the girl who prefers her good old-fashioned ceiling fan to aircond anytime, anyday. There is something calming and soothing about the b r e e z e that spins out from the fan and how the wind touches lightly and gently sweeps off your skin. And the air is never dry.
Unlike The Aircond. To me, the breeze from the aircond is irritatingly fake,hard and cold. The air is always dry and its coldness reaches to a point where it hits the state of artificialness. I don't know whether this makes any sense to you, but that is how I feel and will always feel about airconds. In fact, I hate staying in hotels with airconds that you don't have control over their temperature. I say, fcuk centralized airconds! It's like wtf man, you think EVERYONE can stand or agree with the temperature that you set? Just because you think 16 celcius is just right, doesn't mean my body, her body, his feverish body, the baby's body, old grandmama's body can take it ok.
Though it's the ceiling fan all the way for me, there is one thing that I dislike about this machine. I try my best not to think about this when I am about to sleep. Because once I start, I won't be able to sleep and have to get up and do something till I get distracted enough.
Just imagine: Your ceiling fan, fully blasted at level 5 (the fastest) spinning its 'life' away and somehow, someway, the wiring gets loose, the screws come out and ta-da!
Your ceiling fan comes, spinning down, chopping your head off, and (ouch!) slicing through every inch of your body as efficient as your Panasonic MK-G20NR Electric Meat Grinder.
I MEAN, IT'S POSSIBLE RIGHT?! But that's just me. I NEVER put my ceiling fan spinning at 5. 4 is max. For safer option ---> 3
Still look at your 'innocent' ceiling fan the same way? Ooh okay, maybe it's just me being Paranoid. But I stand firm by saying, it's possible!
SO FREAKIN' HEARTLESS. PISSED ME OFF SO BADLY WHEN I SAW THIS. I HOPE THEY DIE THE SAME WAY AS WHAT THEY DID TO THE DOLPHINS! NO. TORTURE THEM SLOWLY BUT PAINFULLY, CAREFULLY, NOT ALLOWING THEM THE PLEASURE OF DYING EVEN!
Narrated by Joaquin Phoenix, this video shows the ANNUAL massacre of dolphins that takes place in Japan. Please go to the Taiji Dolphin Campaign and put a stop to this senseless barbaric practice.
I would feel the same way even if it's a rhino or some ugly creature being killed this way. No creature in this face of the earth deserves to have its life taken in such monstrous manner. Even Saddam wasn't put through this torture before dying. So, please don't give me the crap that I only put this up because it's a dolphin and of its 'oh-so-cute' nature. *roll eyes*
One of the comments left by the viewers:
The Japanese make dolphins to bleed for a slow, PAINFUL death (lasting up to 10 minutes) because when the body is in pain, it releases adreneline, which makes the meat more tasty.
The Japanese love to eat raw horse meat & they do the same thing to the horses to make the raw horse meat more tasty than usual.
How is it possible that TWO people ate the exact same stuff for lunch and dinner but ONLY one of them kena diarrhoea?
How, you tell me?!
For lunch we were at TTDI, wanting to have our regular dosage of auntie's super yummy kon lou pan mee but forgot it was a Sunday and she doesn't open on Sundays. So, settled for this cornershop kopitiam and both of us had the SAME, curry wanton mee.
For dinner, Mr Tay, Mr Tay 2, and I had chinese dishes - steamed fish, chicken and vege. So again, we ate the SAME stuff.
By midnight I was starting to have tummyaches. I was turning around the bed, cringing and holding my tummy, while Mr Tay was nicely snoozing away. Couldn't stand it any longer, I hit the loo by 2.15 am. Got out at 2.30am and went back to bed and waited (and expecting) for Mr Tay to go thru the same shit (pun intended :P) but no, he was fine!
Then, the second wave of pain hit me sometime later. The first thing that I did when I was done, was to check the time. 5am!!! %!&^!$#! Might as well not sleep anymore. Turned to look at Mr Tay. Silently screaming inside, how come you didn't kena!
Then came morning, while getting ready to work.
Girl: I diarrhoea 2 times last night. Boy: I know, heard you got up the first time. Girl: Must be the curry wanton mee. Boy: How can... I ate the same thing what.
... listening to the Mat Sallehs talk about our country.
This morning, I walked into the elevator filled with blue-eyed blondes of both females and males.
Blondie #1: How was your first day man? Blondie #2: Yeah, it was alright. Started slow but picked up pretty fast. How's yours? Blondie #3: * interrupted* Hey, how much was your cabfare? Blondie #1: Mine? It was a 30. Blondie #4: 30?! We came in a cab together, it was only a 21. Blondies #2, 3, 4, 5: Hahahahaha! Blondie #6: Ya' know, when I first came here, I never really bothered with the cabfare. But after sometime, I'd make sure I'd ask first before hopping in. Blondie #1: Ya man, it's always irregular?? The same destination and distance could have a difference as much as RM15 sometimes? Weird.
Hee hee hee. Kena tipu punya case la
I wonder whether all ASEAN countries are like that? When I was in Cambodia, the prices for the tuk-tuk rides could be negotiated as well. And prices there were all in USD. Never, NEVER assume it is cheap to buy stuff in Cambodia. In fact, we (mr tay & i) felt we were much richer when we were in Bali. Bali was a great fun. I loved it there and wouldn't mind going again
Speaking of beach holidays, 3 more months to Phuket and PhiPhi! And 26th
Girl: Damnnnnn... I would love to be on the island. I mean, I could just stay there forever and ever. No need to rescue me.
Boy: You SURE you want to stay there? Knowing you, you'd get bored within the first week.
Girl: I won't la! I get to sun tan everyday. Eh no, make it twice a week coz if not, kena skin cancer not good also. Mmmmm, what else. I get to catch my fish, collect oysters by the sea shores, get to climb trees to collect papayas, get to wash clothes and hang them in a line with strong cool breeze blowing over them. Wow, I am like a jungle girl la!
Boy: *shake head* Siao.
Girl: Then hor, can build sandcastles. Go hunting for food just like Locke... wildboars! Every day can run around the forest, wearing minimal clothes, so syok. Then suka-suka, go down The Hatch, back to civilization a bit.
Boy: So fun hor? What if when you are sleeping and The Others sneaked in and take you away?
Intelligent Girl: Oh. My island and my version of LOST doesn't have The Others one. Plus there will be unlimited supplies of sanitary pads.
No cuts or bruises, thank God.
Will I get infection???
so poor thing. Sayang when I go back." and "You clumsy or hit car?" No calls.
