Bali, Indonesia
Bali was fun. Rented a car and went around sightseeing. From sea to mountains, The Princess covered them.
With travel mate, Costina
Their supir (driver), Agus, is great. He took them wherever they wanted. Whenever The Princess has questions or saw something unusual, he would explain with great details. Like they saw this huge statue and he just stopped the car and helped them to take pictures.
Patung Satria Gatotkaca
First stop was the beach. They went to Geger Beach as it is more secluded, hence less tourists and pesky people trying to sell you ice-cream to manicure.
Pura Geger perched on the cliff
After risking third-degree burn, Agus took them to Mt. Batur. 2 hours drive up the winding mountain road, with a pit stop halfway to visit a farm producing coffee, cocoa, vanilla to spices like cloves and cinnamon.
Cocoa fruit
The white flesh of the fruit is sourish, the seeds are bitter (this is
where cocoa powder comes from)
Vanilla plant
Coffee plant
Trying out hand-rolled local tobacco
Roasting coffee beans
With Agus behind (poor guy's half a head is being cropped off)
Clean, crisp mountain air
After buying some buah salak (snake fruit), they continued their journey up Mount Batur. Maunt Batur is a sacred mountain according to Balinese. It is still an active volcano, with the latest eruption taken place in 1994.
Mt. Batur in the background
Outside a Balinese restaurant
Beautiful view of rice terrace
Every Balinese family has a family temple. Various festivals and celebrations take place in the family temple, from birth to death. And every village has their own temple as well. They stopped by a village temple, Pura Puseh to have a look.
He looks as if he's crying blood, no?
Folks practising gamelan
A lady weaving the sesajen tray from coconut leaves
Stone carving depicting various stories could be found
The Princess realised she loves taking picture of roofs
The Princess went white water rafting as well. Fun but tiring, not because of rafting itself, but because all the participants had to climb hundreds of stairs after lunch in order to board the van waiting at the top of the mountain! Her knees were practically shaking upon reaching the top.
All geared up
Stopped by a waterfall before continuing
Yup, they climbed all the way up the slippery waterfall
After all the hard work, they were rewarded with lunch buffet
Balinese spa is amazing. The Princess signed up for a 3-hour course in Galuh Bali Spa inclusive of body massage, body scrub and polish, milk bath and hair cream bath. All for about RM150.
The brighly coloured spa centre
Intricately carved Balinese door
The cosy private spa room
Rose petals strewn milk bath
Bali, love it. Even loved the kitschy Bintang t-shirts.
With travel mate, CostinaTheir supir (driver), Agus, is great. He took them wherever they wanted. Whenever The Princess has questions or saw something unusual, he would explain with great details. Like they saw this huge statue and he just stopped the car and helped them to take pictures.
Patung Satria GatotkacaFirst stop was the beach. They went to Geger Beach as it is more secluded, hence less tourists and pesky people trying to sell you ice-cream to manicure.
Pura Geger perched on the cliff
After risking third-degree burn, Agus took them to Mt. Batur. 2 hours drive up the winding mountain road, with a pit stop halfway to visit a farm producing coffee, cocoa, vanilla to spices like cloves and cinnamon.
Cocoa fruit
The white flesh of the fruit is sourish, the seeds are bitter (this iswhere cocoa powder comes from)
Vanilla plant
Coffee plant
Trying out hand-rolled local tobacco
Roasting coffee beans
With Agus behind (poor guy's half a head is being cropped off)
Clean, crisp mountain air
After buying some buah salak (snake fruit), they continued their journey up Mount Batur. Maunt Batur is a sacred mountain according to Balinese. It is still an active volcano, with the latest eruption taken place in 1994.
Mt. Batur in the background
Outside a Balinese restaurant
Beautiful view of rice terrace
Every Balinese family has a family temple. Various festivals and celebrations take place in the family temple, from birth to death. And every village has their own temple as well. They stopped by a village temple, Pura Puseh to have a look.
Entrance gate of pura is huge and intricately carved. The entrance is a split gate, with each side taking the shape of a right triangle. This symbolises the mountain, a revered element in Bali representing the source of life.
He looks as if he's crying blood, no?
Folks practising gamelan
A lady weaving the sesajen tray from coconut leaves
Stone carving depicting various stories could be found
The Princess realised she loves taking picture of roofsThe Princess went white water rafting as well. Fun but tiring, not because of rafting itself, but because all the participants had to climb hundreds of stairs after lunch in order to board the van waiting at the top of the mountain! Her knees were practically shaking upon reaching the top.
All geared up
Stopped by a waterfall before continuing
Yup, they climbed all the way up the slippery waterfall
After all the hard work, they were rewarded with lunch buffetBalinese spa is amazing. The Princess signed up for a 3-hour course in Galuh Bali Spa inclusive of body massage, body scrub and polish, milk bath and hair cream bath. All for about RM150.
The brighly coloured spa centre
Intricately carved Balinese door
The cosy private spa room
Rose petals strewn milk bathBali, love it. Even loved the kitschy Bintang t-shirts.
Of Secret of Secret
Just sharing a mini movie by PostSecret. PostSecret is a favourite haunt of mine. Sometimes, my heart skips a beat when I found my secret being sent in by other people. I'm glad I'm slowly running out of secrets.
Of A Deeper Shade Of Gray
I don't know how much longer I could continue to abuse my body. Screwed up body clock, lack of quality sleep, irregular meals, constant bending and heavy lifting, nicotine, caffeine. Circadian rhythm no longer exist in my dictionary.
And yet, everytime I wake up and open my eyes, the body's recovery ability never cease to amaze me. The lung continues to pump air normally, the hair continues to grow, the skin doesn't look as pasty as it looked yesterday, wounds continue to heal themselves.
My mental health is old though. That pressurized tube is more like a pressure cooker. Passengers indefinitely find ways to increase my blood pressure a few notch everytime.
I now suffer from forgetfulness. I used to have good memory which I'm proud of, now I'm struggling to remember names and words. I can't even memorise song lyrics as fast as I used to. That realisation is such a blow because I'm a bloody jukebox ok!
It's worse when I'm all alone at home. There's this heavy feeling that sneaks in and settle at the pit of my stomach. It just stays there and refuses to budge no matter how hard I nudge it. That heavy, sinking feeling. Retail therapy used to offer some comfort. But no longer. The sudden rush of euphoria is getting more shortlived. And soon after I'm back to feeling hollow inside.
I was telling Adik Tju the other day that I wanted to take, I don't know, maybe 2-3 months of unpaid leave and go to some far flung place for volunteering works. She looked at me like I was mad. This world I'm living in is too make-believe. I need to get in touch with reality.
I know. I scared even myself with my thoughts sometimes.
And yet, everytime I wake up and open my eyes, the body's recovery ability never cease to amaze me. The lung continues to pump air normally, the hair continues to grow, the skin doesn't look as pasty as it looked yesterday, wounds continue to heal themselves.
My mental health is old though. That pressurized tube is more like a pressure cooker. Passengers indefinitely find ways to increase my blood pressure a few notch everytime.
I now suffer from forgetfulness. I used to have good memory which I'm proud of, now I'm struggling to remember names and words. I can't even memorise song lyrics as fast as I used to. That realisation is such a blow because I'm a bloody jukebox ok!
It's worse when I'm all alone at home. There's this heavy feeling that sneaks in and settle at the pit of my stomach. It just stays there and refuses to budge no matter how hard I nudge it. That heavy, sinking feeling. Retail therapy used to offer some comfort. But no longer. The sudden rush of euphoria is getting more shortlived. And soon after I'm back to feeling hollow inside.
I was telling Adik Tju the other day that I wanted to take, I don't know, maybe 2-3 months of unpaid leave and go to some far flung place for volunteering works. She looked at me like I was mad. This world I'm living in is too make-believe. I need to get in touch with reality.
I know. I scared even myself with my thoughts sometimes.
Of Bitch On Autopilot
I'm too tired and sick to protest. I'll do whatever fucking flight that comes my way. On autopilot. With my cibai face.
That's how cibai my face can get
That's what you get for employingretards (no, that's an insult to retards) shitheads in Crewing.
That's how cibai my face can getThat's what you get for employing
Of Sticks and Stones
What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. Had a bad fall? No problem, pick yourself up, dust it off and glide along.
That's what the Nine West killer heels are for.
That's what the Nine West killer heels are for.
Of Long Lost Relative
Who the hell is TJU FONG LING?
I thought my family was the only family in the whole of Malaysia with the surname Tju. But that was not the case. Because in MAC's database, I saw her name. I couldn't believe my eyes and gave a short yelp. And asked the salesgirl to return to the list to double confirm it. And lo, there it was, Tju Fong Ling, born in 1981.
She has to be related to me. Because there's only one Tju in Malaysia - my family.
Now, who the hell is Tju Fong Ling?
I thought my family was the only family in the whole of Malaysia with the surname Tju. But that was not the case. Because in MAC's database, I saw her name. I couldn't believe my eyes and gave a short yelp. And asked the salesgirl to return to the list to double confirm it. And lo, there it was, Tju Fong Ling, born in 1981.
She has to be related to me. Because there's only one Tju in Malaysia - my family.
Now, who the hell is Tju Fong Ling?
Paint It Black
I failed myself. Time and again.
Toxic people. I don't need you.
Go away, toxic people.
Toxic people. I don't need you.
Go away, toxic people.
Of Papaya On My Back
The Princess, together with Joanne and a few colleagues, managed to visit the souq nearby the hotel while in Casablanca. The Princess was as listless as a zombie, after 24 hours of not sleeping. She had to force herself to wake up because she knew she wouldn't get Casablanca the next time (Please, no more TIP-CMN for her, please).
Flags of Morocco flying high - Easiest to draw flag, ever!
The weather was pleasant, cool and sunny. Everyone was hungry, so they decided to have lunch first. The Princess was craving for tajine. Tajine is basically a North African dish of meat slowly simmered with vegetables in aromatic spice sauce. After much hunting, they finally found a restaurant serving tajine, but they ran out of it. Craving unfulfilled.
Joanne's mix grilled meat
Ham and cheese pizza
Rahim's glass of dieter's nightmare
No tajine have to settle for pizza lar
They wandered into this typical Moroccan restaurant. The decoration is stunning. The walls are lavishly decorated with Moroccan-Moorish tiles. Even the ceilings and pillar arches are painted. Carved furnitures are carefully arranged and mosaic tables complete the look.
Large wooden Moorish door
The souq was bristling with activities, the small alleyways were lined with stalls. Vendors were peddling their wares from shoes, clothes, spices, hookahs, glass and ceramic ware to fruits and vegetables.
Look at the curious expression of the two kids
The rounded pots are ashtrays, while the pots with dome covers are tajine pots
Colourful Moroccan sandals
Joanne posing with glass hookahs
Just wanted something in Arabic as background
Old skool bike like my grandpa used to cycle
Colourful poofs of cuteness - So cute can die!
The Princess had her first hamman experience in the hotel. After risking dehydration in the super hot sauna room, she was brought into a warm room with a marble table in the middle and shower faucet at one end. After removing the bathrobe, a plump woman promptly gave her a few sprays of water before asking her to lie down on the cold marble slab. An unidentified black goo was smeared all over her body. The nice lady then put on a mitt and gleefully scrubbed away 80% of her epidermis. And she didn't miss a spot, oh no. No folds or creases were spared, The Princess was scrubbed clean and raw. And the amount of dirt that came off (She was shocked). Damn, you would have thought she was rolling in mud all day by the look of it. The hamman is completed when the lady gave her a shower (complete with shower gel and all). Suddenly The Princess was transported to back then when she was young and her mum used to give her showers.
Now she has baby smooth skin. Don't lar be jealous, ok?
Flags of Morocco flying high - Easiest to draw flag, ever!The weather was pleasant, cool and sunny. Everyone was hungry, so they decided to have lunch first. The Princess was craving for tajine. Tajine is basically a North African dish of meat slowly simmered with vegetables in aromatic spice sauce. After much hunting, they finally found a restaurant serving tajine, but they ran out of it. Craving unfulfilled.
Joanne's mix grilled meat
Ham and cheese pizza
Rahim's glass of dieter's nightmare
No tajine have to settle for pizza larThey wandered into this typical Moroccan restaurant. The decoration is stunning. The walls are lavishly decorated with Moroccan-Moorish tiles. Even the ceilings and pillar arches are painted. Carved furnitures are carefully arranged and mosaic tables complete the look.
Large wooden Moorish door
Look at the curious expression of the two kids
The rounded pots are ashtrays, while the pots with dome covers are tajine pots
Colourful Moroccan sandals
Joanne posing with glass hookahs
Just wanted something in Arabic as background
Old skool bike like my grandpa used to cycle
Colourful poofs of cuteness - So cute can die!The Princess had her first hamman experience in the hotel. After risking dehydration in the super hot sauna room, she was brought into a warm room with a marble table in the middle and shower faucet at one end. After removing the bathrobe, a plump woman promptly gave her a few sprays of water before asking her to lie down on the cold marble slab. An unidentified black goo was smeared all over her body. The nice lady then put on a mitt and gleefully scrubbed away 80% of her epidermis. And she didn't miss a spot, oh no. No folds or creases were spared, The Princess was scrubbed clean and raw. And the amount of dirt that came off (She was shocked). Damn, you would have thought she was rolling in mud all day by the look of it. The hamman is completed when the lady gave her a shower (complete with shower gel and all). Suddenly The Princess was transported to back then when she was young and her mum used to give her showers.
Now she has baby smooth skin. Don't lar be jealous, ok?
Of Nightmare In Libya
Why why why me?!
As if 2 days TIP-CMN is not tiring enough, there was a technical problem with the aircraft door while in transit in TIP. Reason? The staircase truck fucking banged the L4 door and caused 2 holes. So we were nicely stranded for 4 hours in TIP while waiting for go-no go from Airbus to take off. We took off naturally, the captain just wanted something in black and white to support the decision to take off in case something should happen like decompression or the whole L4 door is ripped out pulling the CS along.
Surprisingly, the pax are nice (well, most of them anyway). But not the flight going to TIP-CMN. I got shouted at TWICE. And I'm in the galley, not even in the cabin! These people are so aggresive and impatient I don't know why.
Thank God Joanne was there to hear me whine and moan. Nicely using all the curse words in Bahasa and Cantonese in the cabin loudly.
I can't feel my legs now. I have crossed the boundary from exhaustion into super alertness. I will now have my 17-hours' worth of (or rather lack of) fag.
As if 2 days TIP-CMN is not tiring enough, there was a technical problem with the aircraft door while in transit in TIP. Reason? The staircase truck fucking banged the L4 door and caused 2 holes. So we were nicely stranded for 4 hours in TIP while waiting for go-no go from Airbus to take off. We took off naturally, the captain just wanted something in black and white to support the decision to take off in case something should happen like decompression or the whole L4 door is ripped out pulling the CS along.
Surprisingly, the pax are nice (well, most of them anyway). But not the flight going to TIP-CMN. I got shouted at TWICE. And I'm in the galley, not even in the cabin! These people are so aggresive and impatient I don't know why.
Thank God Joanne was there to hear me whine and moan. Nicely using all the curse words in Bahasa and Cantonese in the cabin loudly.
I can't feel my legs now. I have crossed the boundary from exhaustion into super alertness. I will now have my 17-hours' worth of (or rather lack of) fag.
