UK Trip Day 4 – Worthing, A Port South of London

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Sometime back in August 2009

By the time I’m done with the UK Trip blog posts, I may have gotten married and migrated there on something.

So Day 4! Wow! (I stayed for a month T_T)

My Uncle Terry and his best friend Uncle Steve took the family to a port south of London called Worthing. It was a cloudy day as you can see from the pictures with the wind blowing our hair into a frenzy. It was one of the coldest day for me in England although it was summer! I still want to see winter in the UK though. To see the entire place blanketed in snow would be amazing!


All bundled up with Mum and grandma.


A few hotels line the beach with quaint coffee houses.


Grandma and her wind blown hair.


I know sport shoes don’t go so well with leggings but a girl shouldn’t suffer in the cold.


Just me trying to be artsy fartsy as a person cycles by.


So apparently that sea stretches out to America. Or something.


Mum having her karaoke video moment.


The wind made mum’s hair look like Diana Ross’ and I thought it was a really cool look!


The grandmas got along really well! They keep forgetting each other’s names though.


As you can see, my dad and his DSLR were practically inseparable throughout the trip. Though he did cool off a little towards the end of the month.


What a lovely day to bring the laptop out to the beach!


The seagull wonders if his loot will be good today with the choppy waters.


Clearly ecstatic to be in the UK!


I totally loved what the wind did with my hair and the many opportunities it gave me.


Dad and his models.


An out of place cottage-y place.


It was a common thing over there. Every other park I went to had benches with plaques on them.


Some of the benches are used to commemorate loved ones.


I think I already mentioned this but the dandelions in the UK are so big and puffy! Almost possible to apply blusher with it.


See the floating pollen near my forehead. Like Avatar!


Ahhhh!~


Awwwwww <3


Hello I am Medusa.


Instead of sand the entire stretch is covered in pebbles. Thought this rusty old chain looked gorgeous against the acres and acres of pebbles.


Right.. What’s with the dates? Something to do with summer time?


This crafty looking signboard caught my eye!


Worthing must be a lovely neighbourhood with a quiet little arts and craft centre for families to spend the afternoon.


Patches!!


He looks like he was about to go into Dog Detective mode.


Somemore stand so straight!


Check out the hair now! The wind was getting mad.


FIREBALL! RARR!


Oh no I look like I have udders.


Nice.


Not a decoration, but a real bird.


Dad’s karaoke moment.


Grandma Doris saw me taking a photo with the ice cream cone and hurried over to join me. So this totally eliminated all provocative poses with my tongue licking the tip of the ice-cream.


Ice cream for a cold summer day!


Crossing the road over to the shops.


Strictly for princesses.


After strolling through the shops in Worthing, we had lunch at Macari’s!


It was my first time having real fish and chips in England!


Ice-cream toppings above the ice-cream bar.


Even the coloured rice is different in the UK! All pastel and soft.


Marshmallows on your ice-cream?


Long time no see real fish and chips!! The last time I had authentic fish and chip was when I was like, 7 years old in Perth! Not a fan of chunky fries though but I finished every last piece. Not proud of myself at all.


A dish that Uncle Terry and Uncle Steve seem to love a lot – mashed peas. Nice meh?


Group photo!


One of the many signboards at any given intersection.


I like how they decorate the store fronts in the UK. Even the simplest type of store puts so much effort into drawing the customers to have a closer look.


See what I mean? This is just a tiny convenience store.


CANDIES! I went crazy looking at all the colours in the candy store!


So many sweets..how to choose?


A scene taken right out of one of my many childhood story books.


These are Worthing rocks!


Uncle Steve bought a whole stack for us. Rock candies are canes with a design in it that spans the entire length. You chop it into tiny pieces to suck on. When I went for the Nuffnang Blog Awards, rock candies were served in a tiny glass jar. Delicious but rock candies can cut your tongue and make you bleed so be very careful when you suck on it. The sharp bits of the inner design can really hurt you after sucking for a bit.


An example of a design on a rock candy.


Designed like liquorice candy.


More colours which are not actually sweets.


Cookies and a hot cashier girl! That’s Uncle Steve paying for the Worthing Rocks.


Popo looks on in fascination at all the candies!


AHHHH!! I bought some liquorice candy having seen them in my story books for a better part of my childhood but never had the chance to have any. Tasted one, hated it all.


Snapping a photo of some hot brit boys while pretending to take a photo of the beautiful bush.


Dad in the streets of Worthing.


I love the architecture! All narrow and different from each other.


SO LOVE!! If this design was used to bling a handphone, girls would go mad!


Like me!


Mum takes time out to touch up her gloss.


I hardly went to any malls in the UK as most of the shops are located on streets.


Grandma Doris has a word with her son.


I went into Claire’s! The colours, as usual, caught my eye. I didn’t get myself anything as I couldn’t bear to spend on what I would later on consider to be junk. But the colours! OMG!


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Hairbands in every colour and texture imaginable.


Every shop is so specific! This is a greeting cards store.


Wanted to get a picture of the wrapping paper up close but was afraid to aggravate the shop keeper.


Strangely, the streets leading back to the car was devoid of people.


Some charity shops.


Found this at the charity shop! Little clothes for dolls! Aw!


If only it was big enough for a life sized baby!


Some of the houses in the area. Loving the brick walls!


After coming back from the UK (for a very short span of time right after my trip), I was inspired to have my wooden door in my own home painted a bright solid colour!


Saw a police lady in action. Apparently a burglar was on the loose within the area.


That’s how the police in the Uk do their job.


Fresh products – my grandma’s version of a candy store.


I think these were some apartments in the area.


Hardly a sky scraper in the distance.


Saw some beautiful white trees along the highway.


After we got back, my ever so healthy Kooma took us for an evening stroll around the neighbourhood. So yeap, we were treated to plenty more flora.


We walked over to the bigger houses where there was more to see.


A pebbled church.


Kooma playing tour guide as she took us around her neighbourhood.


Lavendar smells SO heavenly. I plucked one and sniffed it the entire way.


A big fat toadstool! I expect the fairies to come out at night and have parties under it.


The family was refurbishing their home on their own.


I don’t know if these are poppy, I think I mentioned it before in a previous UK post. But it is so pretty right??


Little bumblebee is attracted to the lavendar plant as well!


We were really spoilt rotten during our trip there. Kooma made us some sort of sausage for dinner. Oh wait, I remember now. She called it Bangers and Mash!


The sausages were grilled and some onions were browned and sprinkled on top. A serving of mash potato and some boiled veggie. So very delicious! I came home (again) inspired to boil my vegetables. I did, once. Overboiled my brocolli and had yellow soggy mushy broccoli for dinner that one time. 🙁


The sausage has a thin crispy skin with a cushiony inside. Just the right amount of saltiness too! My mouth is watering at the memory of that dish.

My Kooma and Uncle Terry (Koo Cheong) are both awesome cooks. What they can make in the kitchen will cost me an arm and a leg at any fancy restaurant here at home. Can’t wait for the both of them to come back to pass on some skillz to me.

The International Dahlings Weekend In KL

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It says a lot now that for a simple outing involving a stay over and a night out on the dance floor had to be planned out so many months in advance! 

For years, the girls, otherwise affectionately known as The Dahlings have wanted to go away somewhere together. What was supposed to be Mel’s hen’s night dwindled down to a night full of girly fun because she said it was too early for a hen’s night. So maybe round 2 in 2011! From overseas trips, we cut down the plan to local holidays to fit budget and schedules and to further fit schedules, we just thought, “Haiyah, have a sleep over at one of the hotels in KL only lah!” 

I’m still looking forward to the day where we can truly go on a holiday, just us girls!  

The day started off with some famous wan tan mee at a coffee shop in SS14 but I opted for pan mee instead. Pan mee is my latest craze! Have you heard of Jojo Pan Mee in SS15? It’s the best! I think there are other branches but I am not sure where.


Sush and her wantan mee kon lou.


With Min Dee whom I have not seen in eons! (but who I have seen quite a few times since as she is finally done with her course in Australia but will be heading to Hong Kong to work in a few months’ time)


Mun Teng enjoying her wan tan mee without bothering to strike a pose for me.


With a slightly opened mouth (damn fake lo) trying to pretend that this is a fun girl day out. I mean it was, but it was still the beginning and it wasn’t like I was in mid-squeal or something. Oh well, but it does paint a picture of fun!


Alright, I managed to get everyone to hold still. 
back l-r: Min Dee, Esther, Mel, Sush
Front l-r: Mun Teng, Me 


Oh look!! Chee Wen and Jimmy on the AIMST billboard. The billboard is all over the North South highway as well! 


We stayed at the Concorde and here I was, soaking up the christmas decoration and the sunlight while Mel checks in.


Gigantic beautiful christmas tree! 


I think we found a mistletoe on the tree or something.


Couldn’t leave Min Dee out as well!


Esther welcomes you to the Dahlings Headquarter (our room).


Mel was freaked out by the amount of accessories I bought. Hey, I couldn’t decide, alright?


Mun Teng and I took to the bathroom to check out the bathtub.


And did a little more than that.


Sorry Mel!


Later Mun Teng’s eyes grow pustule. 


Min Dee comes out of the closet. Hehe.


We have a nice little spot in the huge bathroom where we congregated for a make-up session that night before heading out to Zouk, which was just a 10 minutes walk away!


Sush makes the best afternoon snacks.


We were trying to replicate the Langkawi Bed Photos! I’d put up a link but I’m too lazy to find the post. It was back in 2004 where we went to Langkawi for the last time.


Our supposedly wild and sexy poses. I was in the midst of swishing my hair.


At the end of a broadway musical pose.


At the end of a Las Vegas show pose.


The crumpled bed. Tim and Aud once came into Chee Kiang and my hotel room during the Nuffnang Vpost Christmas party thing, saw the crumpled sheets and giggled and whispered to each other, “They all also.” Where got, we all so innocent one okay!


Misai Mel.


Hahaha Josama Bin Laiden.


We then changed into something more comfortable before heading down to the pool! Oh! And Abby has arrived as well.


Only Mun Teng can muster that pout.


Such a pro.


Mun Teng’s perfect pink water bottle, Esther’s present to me – a tiny tampon canister and a long slender glass with I don’t know what kind of flowers. 


Our token future tai tai at practice again.l 


A cute photo of Abby adjusting the cameras with the girls behind stifling their yawns.


Nice pyramid shape!


All of us had sunnies to wear except for Liss who made do with her hands.


All legs!


We all had the masquerade look going on while Mel has the batman face she remembers from her kindergarten days.


A kooky one.


Just one more – at least an organized one. 


One last slutty one before we decided that enough was enough and went down to the pool.


All eight girls crammed into the elevator, saw a mirror and proved to be true camwhore professional.


Like we’re in a reality tv show or something.


Mel’s got the rising from the water pose down pat.


No obvious full frontal monokini shot of me coz quite shy and indecent. But not like you want also right! Haha. Later your eyes burn ah. 


Thankfully it wasn’t that big a splash or not shy only.


Abby and Liss.


Getting some underwater hugs from Mun Teng.


Where there is a camera the girlsl will flock to it! Sort of like those carps application on phones which follow your finger pressure.


Mun Teng and I in a very very wrong angle.


Esther’s artistic shot of us girls and our heads. It was damn tiring as we were practically doing chin-ups while trying to lift ourselves out of the water.


One of her with our hotel.


This is what happens when you leave your camera with Esther.


Like I said.. carps. 😛


I had to have one too! I think I don’t have photos of myself these days. Mojo dying and all that. 


The girls spelling out LOVE from the water.


And when you do alphabets with your hands, you’ll definitely do YMCA as well.


I know I look kind of bald in this picture.


Mun Teng’s aqua pancute.


While waiting for six other girls to get ready, Min Dee and I camwhored with our ‘light make up’. Dinner was simple, only KFC at KLCC.


HAHAHAHHA funniest picture. Min Dee and Sush are so professional until they can fit themselves into our camwhoring picture.


Mel and her fish lips.


Them working ladies.. girls’ night out also must use their blackberries.


Esther and I with our movie still moment. 🙂


This picture was to disgust Chien out. She’s all the way in Australia missing out on all this. Along with Amanda and She Dee who were also not in the country. 🙁


Damn salah photo. I hope nobody clicks “Save As” and looks at this picture from time to time. 


Only Mun Teng is capable of the super cute and super kesian face.


Still trying to get in on the action but I was actually trying to snap Mel and Min Dee’s finger lickin’ good moment.


Chicken Chic.


After dinner, it was time for a more elaborate make up session.


Sush and Mel looking gorgeous!


Oh and Min Dee too!


Esther and I making full use of my 120 colours palette. 


Nothing more fun than having a good ol’ bonding session with your besties and sharing make up. (don’t scream, Chien, we didn’t share everything)


Mun Teng the life saver with her Baby Liss curler. 


I have not dared take the plunge yet. This was when my hair was still damn long. I had it cut in late January and it feels SO light now! When it gets long again, then I’ll go get it curled.


Mel starts the in-house jiggy session.


Love love love this picture of Min Dee perfecting her bob! 


A bimbo pose to set the mood. We brought our own bottles to get a little head start so as you can see, I was coated in nice tint of red already. Or was it my blush? Who knows.


Mel’s awesome red leopard print satin dress.


Min Dee and her sly smile..


Mel and her seductive smile..


The girls in white! Min Dee had only just bought that dress about an hour ago from Top Shop. 


Poor Esther had to be the photographer. 


Apparently one of their dance moves. Heh.


If you think Mun Teng has a wide range of pan cute expressions, Mel’s got her own set too.


I’m giving the “Such is life” pose. It’s sort of our “wtf” or “fml” which basically means “So what can you do?” This is Mel poking my cleavage and me going such is life. 


Abby dear and me and my distracting purple hair tie.


Liss, Abby and myself in a chokehold.


Abby and Mel trying out all new poses.


Another bed photo when we are all glammed up! 


Copying each other’s dance moves!


You can see I was really into it.


My idea of a provocative pose. May differ from society’s. 


Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance was blasting from the room’s stereo we were surprised that the hotel management did not kick us out. 


We had our own little dance floor before taking on the real thing.


The girls calmed down for awhile for another photo.


Showcasing what each and everyone of us was wearing to the club that night. Mel’s leopard print dress.


My slinky trival motive dress and a bracelet which I have already lost. 🙁


Esther in her chic black outfit.


Min Dee in her aforementioned new white dress from top shop. With her height and the length of that dress, it was such a great combination.


Sush in a sweet soft cotton top and a light pink skirt.


Abby’s little black dress.


Liss and her bright blue top!

Oh no! I realize I didn’t take a picture of Mun Teng’s outfit. 🙁 Sorry MT! 


One obligatory one with the room mirror.


Sigh, the visibility of a double chin is my sacrifice for my friends so that they look good and can all fit into the picture. Liss proved her blurness once again when she didn’t know who did the far left profile belonged to. It was her own face. 


We were there rather early, as you can see.


Sush and Min Dee getting our drinks for us. 


Mel was getting a little pink too. I like the slight redness on my own face. If only I knew how to apply blusher like that. 


My head is life half the size of their bodies. 


Mel showing off her gorgeous bag she bought from a Barbie flagship store in Shanghai.


Me staring at my RM19 bling bling bag from Sg. Wang.


With Sush and Min Dee. 


“Let’s go to Velvet now!” 


Esther’s turn to get a little pink.


Kissy pic from Sush and me.


At this point I was a little bit too happy. Some random guy took this photo for us and while he was still holding on to my camera I turned to the girls and said loudly, “He is really cute!”


Liss and I. More like restraining me from dancing alone on the dancefloor, which was empty.


With all our busy schedules, it is indeed rare to just come together and have tremendous fun. I’m the only one still in uni save for that future Dr. Ang Su-Chien dwelling in Australia, so you can imagine lah. Trying to organize a short holiday is pretty much a nightmare as there is no such thing as school holidays anymore.


As the night wore on, almost everyone was trying to swat me away.


Totally getting the pan cute expression wrong.


Mel and Mun Teng adoring each other.


I seriously don’t know why I took this photo.


Pretty disco balls hanging from the ceiling! 


Everyone was in the mood already.


Mun Teng and her abuchak pose.


Right then, so I wasn’t the only one dancing anymore.


Camwhoring while walking over to Velvet. 


Bumped into David who was there with…. I’m thinking Amber Chia, Alex Yoong et all? 😛 I think lah. Can’t remember (anything). Haha. 


The rest of the gang were celebrating Marcus’ 23rd birthday at Velvet.


Myself and the birthday boy. 


Sparklers on top of the Moet case.


Hello Hui Shan!


It was quite a big crowd that night!


I’ve always heard of Moet but have never seen it, and not in this size too!


Liss getting some love from Mun Teng. MT seems to have a lot of love to give out.


The birthday boy told me something really funny a few weeks after that. I have this problem where after a certain amount of alcohol, I become a crybaby drunk. Simple things can trigger the tears. Very very very simple. Too embarrassing to say but at that point in time it seemed as if it was the saddest thing on  ever. So there I was sitting on one of the sofas alone sobbing my heart out (thank god the make-up was still intact!) thinking no one saw me since it was so dark. But little did I know that everyone saw me and you know la guys damn scared one when they see a crying girl. 

So Marcus came with his champagne glass wanting to clink glasses, “Heyyyyy – *sees me crying and immediately U-turns*”  The boys told Mel and Esther, “Uh, Jolene’s crying” and they were like, “Haiya always like that one. No need to care.” Yeah really no need to care one. Hahaha. Just my stupid weird self.


Me and a Moet.


Yum seng to the birthday boy! 


Another photo that I love so much!! 


Customary forcing drinks into the birthday boy.


The birthday boy gets the girls.


With E-Guy! 


And Krystle!


And Afiq!


Can see my eyes a little bit swollen? Haha, luckily the mascara, eyeliner etc were still intact. 


Seriously don’t know what I was doing. Hahaha. -__-


Another one with E-Guy.


I think this was after we sang a birthday song for Marcus and he felt shy.


Mun Teng was sad because the club closed at 3am.


Making Marcus finish the remnant of the drinks.


Was happy after that.


Walking back to our hotel.


Mastering the damn sad face together.


Buffet breakfast the next morning with a bunch of really fresh looking girls.


Wish I could say the same about myself.


We decided to end the awesome weekend with a trip to Zouk Spa (go Zouk Club then go Zouk Spa) for a massage. Was about RM50 for an hour, full body. Not too bad! I think the skills of the masseuses there are pretty good.


All five of us had a room to ourselves! The missing ones were downstairs having a leg massage instead. 


One happy photo before we left. 


I look like a monkey here, but don’t agree lah okay. 

Till the next girly weekend getaway! 🙂

Spending Our 5th Anniversary In Malacca

We celebrated our fifth anniversary a little later this year since our schedules just wouldn’t permit. 🙂 We have officially been together for five years on the 17th/18th of December 2009. 17th and 18th, to those who don’t know is because between those two dates in 2004, we were traveling on a train to Langkawi and he climbed into my bunk and wanted to clarify the relationship. 😀 Old story, moving on. 🙂

I’ve known this for a long time already but you are actually my best friend, confidante, gossip partner and most of all, boyfriend rolled into one. 🙂 It’s all Jolene ever needs. Someone who can feed her with gossip, listen to her gossips and react to it, listen to her embarrassing secrets, make her howl with laughter, surprise her randomly when you notice almost all her likes and dislikes and to love her just the same. I’m glad you can do all that and not run away yet. 🙂

Expensive phone bills are not the norm for us and we only use Skype to chat when MSN is down. Though admittedly I have emo-ed in the past about the lack of phone calls (we’re both too busy and lazy) and lack of webcamming, but I know this is the way we do it. 🙂 We make up for it when we see each other by telling each other everything and anything about what we have done, people around us who did things (ie. juicy juicy gossip!) and what we want for the future wayyyy into the night before we drift off to sleep. I’m usually the one falling asleep first as you continue to talk excitedly while I reply you with super random things coz my brain doesn’t quite comprehend anymore as it is shutting down. <3

I really like that. :) 

So this Malacca trip was supposed to be an eat as much as possible and take nice nice photos kind of trip. We started off with some noms back home in SS15. It was is one of those quieter lanes where Chee Kiang usually likes to have breakfast at. I can’t remember the name of the place for the life of me. So much for being a Subang girl.


He likes his dry..


I like mine wet.


It was supposed to be a day full of photos so here’s one to start things off. 


Stitch was REALLY happy when we arrived in Malacca.


As it was during the year end holidays, plenty of cars were jamming all the way into Malacca town. Here’s the Jalan Munshi Abdullah road sign. This was the road where my mum grew up on in a couple of shop lots that housed almost 20 members of the Ho family and one nanny to each kid! There were live-in cooks as well.

The road was called New Come Road back in the day. My great grand father bought three shop lots on that row to build a home for his family but he never got to live in it because he died before the building was completed. His third and fifth wives brought the children (child no.6 right up to child no.14. Child 1-5 either died or were back in China) to live their lives there. My grand father and his brother being number 7 and number 6 respectively started a hardware store business which we still have to this day though the shares from all the siblings have since being bought by my grand dad. Grand Uncle no.6 excelled in his studies and went on to study medicine in Hong Kong to become an orthopedic surgeon. 

My mum would tell me plenty of stories from her childhood about how her older guy cousins would play pranks on the young maids. Of how she and her cousins used to steal food from this refrigerator at Aunty No.6’s apartment as it was stocked full with ice-creams and chocolate. Of her dangerous stunts sliding down the stairs with a few of her cousins on ONE piece of wooden plank, at the SAME time. Of how they hid in fear and peered out the balcony to see soldiers roaming the streets in 1969. At that time my Aunty Ping (my yeema who passed away) had a foreign exchange student who stayed with our family. I think she was American, and being more happening than my aunty, she was out at some party when the riots started and scared my grand dad shitless when he couldn’t even contact her. 

Another one of my mother’s favourite story to share from the old shop lot was the aircon story. She messed with the sole air conditioner in my grandparent’s unit (the entire shop lot housed three families, each family had one unit to themselves) and spoiled it. Just as she was about to be caned by my grandmother, my 4th Uncle steps in to block my mum from getting hurt. Quite touching, but not much drama, sorry. 😛

My family used to own a hotel called Regal Hotel in Malacca and it was the first proper hotel in town. The kids could just walk in anytime and have a meal and put it on the tab. My mum said she dare not simply eat for free because it was after all ran by 12th Uncle and so she would usually just tag along when 12th uncle’s daughters went for a treat. The hotel has since been sold off.

Then sometimes when I have alone time with my grandma, she tells me stories of her early years in that shop lot after marrying my grand dad in 1950. Third great grandmother was a feisty woman who is your typical first wife. (1st and 2nd wives were left in china. 4th died shortly after marriage.) A particular scathing remark I remember grandma telling me was when my first Uncle was born (if you remember my cute nephew Ethan, it’s his grandfather!), my grandma’s mum always came over to look at her first grandson. Third great grandmother did not like having my grandma’s mum around and said to her, “If you like babies so much, why don’t you go get one yourself!” and being a midwife, my great grand mother (grandma’s mum) adopted a child. So just like that my grandma had a baby brother at the ripe old age of 20.   

In the early 90s, I remember visiting the already empty shop lot with my family as they picked out antique furniture to decorate their respective homes. My Yee Ma gave the kids a task to keep us occupied, she got us to pick up all the coins we found on the dusty wooden floor and surprisingly there were plenty. 

The hardware store business was still running on the ground floor and this was before they moved to a bigger premise about half an hour away. By then grand uncle no.6 came home to be with his family and hung out with grand dad quite a lot. It was shocking when Grand Uncle No. 6 hung himself in the shop lot because he did not want to trouble the family when he found out he had alzheimers. Consequently, my grand father too developed the illness about 9 years later and so did his 9th brother. *crosses fingers* Let’s hope it stops there! 

The shop lots have since been transformed into a modest budget hotel called Venus Hotel! I was trying to look up information on this budget hotel but there was none. Maybe my family history can make the place feel more ‘authentic’. Throw a bit of the antiques around and put up some old photos. Perfect! 


This was when we parked the car and started taking artsy fartsy shots (which we hope turns out to be so). Here’s an old school car number plate shop.


and now time for some hau por photos from me.


You think that’s spontaneous huh? It was more of “Okay now this side, then you kiss me on the cheek okay! 1..2…”


Just so you know, that we were there and all.  


Jonker Walk, the musical!


I thought fish spas were usually found in atas-ier places. 


Had to hurry past this as I was afraid the scaffolding (that is what it is called right?) might collapse on me.


Almost all the trades in the area looked like family business. Another old school looking something, this time, A MONEY CHANGER! (oh how exciting. -_-)


Guess me taking his photo added a little excitement to his day judging from his smile. 


This was selling all over Jonker Walk. Tiny umbrellas posing as wine bottles and most of it was like RM10 to RM15. I almost bought one but I get turned off when all stalls sell the same thing.


This was rather interesting! More photos on this guy later. You usually see these clay figurines being depicted in ancient tvb dramas.


What an apt name for a dentist! I got a very apt name too. Pergigian Gigi Lai, as suggested by my cousin Hong Fei.


1Malaysia!


Just for fun, we did something we never thought we would ever do! At least not until we become superstitious adults who take note of numbers of new cars, death certificates, number plates of cars in car accidents, birthdate of first born, new washing machine serial no, four numbers our dead ancestors gave to us in our dreams… the list is endless.


Being total novices to the whole 4D Toto thing, we bought a few numbers which was basically variants of our anniversary date 17 or 18 of December 2004. Being total noobs, we just randomly bought the numbers and didn’t ‘ta’ the numbers. To ‘ta’ is to permutate. 


Fuckanathan 1718 came out but it came out 7811 or something. CONSOLATION PRIZE OKAY!


You wonder if all the businesses are there just to look pretty for tourists or is that really how they roll? 


Though it does not have anything to do with malaccan culture, I thought the knick knacks that almost every other shop was selling were rather cute! Cartoon magnets!

 


Store owner yakking on his modern handphone while being enveloped in old world architecture.


So, there were plenty of chinese characters all over Jonker Walk as expected, since the area is rather chinesey. Had a bit of mandarin tuition from him though frequently reading things wrongly, like mixing the chicken character for mother or horse. Mother and horse are quite similar. But turns out it was about the chinese prime minister. This was on a poster at the front of Jonker Walk. Not the towel. So easy la the towel. Lao por wo ai ni. THERE!


Chee Kiang’s favourite cartoon! When I found Tusiki (Tuzki?) stickers, he wanted one for himself!

Tusiki building the great wall of China? Hahahaha.


Cute fans… but such is my life these days, always in an aircon somewhere so this is quite useless. Aircon clinics, aircon afternoon nap rooms (common room at school), aircon car, aircon bedroom……wait, only my lunch place is not air-conditioned! How can this be! ROAR! 


Chee Kiang thought including the chinese words would make for a better photo. 


Little wire decos. 


Another staple at Jonker Walk would be the awesome t-shirts! I just bought one with a few black sheeps staring at one conventional white sheep going, “Who’s the black sheep now?”. Gangsta sheeps! And another one with the silhouette of a little girl and a tiny baby alien holding hands looking at his spaceship crashing into her home. He then says, “Sorry……..” SO CUTE. Little alien has a tiny antenna from the top of his head!


Just liking the colours but I think these Babe shirts are rather much.


Steamed peanuts!! But I love salty steamed horse peas more than these. 


Okay, this was rather nice and unlike the mass produced toys found all over the place! 


Not quite a tourist attraction, but he just wanted to pose like the models.


He’s getting there!


One with the weather beaten road sign. Do you think the Malaccan government manually scratched the paint off for maximum authentic effect?


Perhaps an actor hired by the Malaccan government to make the area look more rustic. 


Check out the long line waiting to cramp into the chicken rice ball shop. The last time I had chicken rice balls I hated it because it was too mushy. But it was also because I was like 8 years old and was so damn picky when it came to food. Mushy rice balls is so yum now with soya sauce from the soggy steamed chicken. Mmm.


A quick fish face with the stone fishes.


SUPER OLD SIGN BOARD! Check out the currency denomination! 


We had to share tables when we were in there and the wait is super long. I think all the lining up and food waiting took about an hour.


Really long wait.


I was wondering though why chicken rice balls are not replicated all over Malaysia like how Char Kuay Teow and other hawker delicacies are. 


A smile with lips slightly parted.


A smile with teeth showing. 


Chicken carcasses right next to our table. Nice.


In case the chicken started sweating.


Good to see that good hygiene was a priority.


The steamed chicken skin was a little too soft for my liking.


Chicken rice balls up close.


The chicken rice sauce that is used is not quite soya sauce so it wasn’t up to my usual expectations but we finished five balls each!


Yeah just shove it in your mouth, uh huh.


This little girl was not happy that I was going trigger happy. The two times I went near her with a camera, she turned away, refusing to look at me. 🙁 I felt so sad.


 But he enjoyed his mochi.


Mochi close up.


Since it was the end of the year, Jonker Street was filled with tourists. Elbow to elbow.


Passed by a shop selling toys from my past. Couldn’t resist myself!


The brand I bought was the inferior one. Thins out damn fast. The good one is the one with a pink cap and is slightly bigger in size. 


I miss these things!


Chee Kiang didn’t want to play though. 🙁


Chee Kiang reenacted his “HEY YOU!” look which was in one of his FB profile photos. This look kinda sticks in your head.


You can’t see it here but I was blowing one of my bubbles.


More quaint chinese things to be found along Jonker Street. My grandmother used to have one and she would walk around the house with it on some evenings saying that the smoke will chase away the evil spirits. 


Haven’t-Finish-Skool meets Old Skool.


An olden toy outside an antique shop. Isn’t it gorgeous?


A lone joss stick under the afternoon sun.


A trip to Malacca can never ever be complete without having Durian Cendol. This means I have racked up far too many incomplete Malacca trips in all the 21 years that I have been visiting. 21 x 5 visits = Over a hundred visits sans cendol. I haven’t even been to A’Famosa until 2007. Locals never bother to visit the tourist attractions.


Durian Cendol monster. He had two.


Of all places to be pinching a pimple!


It’s a little unfortunate that the stain on the mirror made his nostril look diseased. 


High tv aerials to get Singapore television shows illegally. My mum used to have it as a child.


One trishaw puller put his legs up in the air and shouted, “Weee!” as he took a corner.


Some pastries that I think belong in Negeri Sembilan?


A necessary photo outside the clogs shop.


So this was the clay figurines that I promised to get back to. I tried googling about this cute little things but I really don’t know what they are actually called. Polymer clay right? Not candies right? 


The sifu is a real master. Love the gold bits he puts on the figurines.


To play with my bottle of bubbles, I found a quiet spot away from the bustling crowd to just blow bubbles. 


A young family wound down their car window to allow the bubbles to get into the car.


Chee Kiang managed to get a photo of me exchanging smiles with the family. Would have looked better if I was 19 years younger. 


Fascinated by the bubbles.


A few passing kids were rather jealous of me.


It was without question that I made Chee Kiang blow his fair share.


Weak bubble.


Found another quiet spot with a pretty backdrop. 


I thought there was supposed to be a mirror on this thing. How will the ghosts see themselves now? 


Pineapple tarts are one of the more famous souvenirs from Malacca. Again, never knew.


Another downtrodden altar.


We then explored the back alleys, away from the main Jonker Street and saw a bit of the local trade. This shop sells noodles!


A shop that sells plenty of beans and spices.


So messy, not quite sure what it sells but provisions nonetheless. 


Reminds me of the turtle eggs I saw being preserved in a similar jar.


A little out of place was this dirty looking warehouse which I assume to be a santan making factory.


More arts and crafts things. 


After falling in love with works of art in Paris, I had an inkling that Malacca would satiate my new desire to look at and learn about paintings. But this was a batik painting gallery, bleh. I want to look at poster colour or water colour paintings! Even oil paintings would do!


I think we eventually ventured over to an area called Masjid India… or something. Here’s one of the lions guarding the oldest temple in Malacca.


And here’s one of me with the joss stick container.


Here’s one of someone who knows exactly what to do at a temple. 


So grand..


Red candles! I wonder what they signify.


The insides of the old temple.


We didn’t want to disturb anybody because everyone looked busy praying so we had to camwhore instead of asking for some help.


Remnants of prayer flowers.


These are the bronze engravings found on the temple doors.


There is something so calming about wax lotus tealights. Beautiful, religious and you can almost hear the chanting monks. Actually the only times I hear chanting monk is when I go to a funeral. If the funeral is for a family member, the song sticks in your head and you hear it when you’re in the car alone, when you’re in the bathroom, basically anywhere where there is supposed to be silence. Freaky.


Oh, here’s a fair bit of art.


Seems like you can’t take artsy fartsy shots these days without uncles staring at you with arms akimbo.


Check out my shadow!


You really don’t pass up brightly painted, uh, shutters? Whatever it is, nice background.


I’m sure he is just joking.


Beautiful clogs!! Probably a novelty but oh so pretty!


We ended up at this coffee placed called Malaysia 13 States’ Coffees or summat. Chee Kiang and I actually kepo-ed because we saw an old white guy flirting with .. um, i don’t know what race, but I’m pretty sure the girl is a fellow South East Asian.. and she was laughing at all his photos in his camera so we took the table next to them for some afternoon entertainment. We turned our chairs around to sit the Al Fresco way. Oh right, this picture is a list of all the websites and blogs that have reviewed this coffee place. Was hoping to put jayelleenelial.com on the map by blogging about having coffee there. 😛


A bit of christmas decoration.


So as you can see, apparently coffee beans grow and get processed different in various parts of the country.


Chee Kiang had a Negeri Sembilan drink.


Thick and frothy..


He actually likes it.


I was just having one since it seemed rather different but then I remembered how much I hated coffee that is not Nescafe.


My coffee was from Terengganu and it tasted horrible. So damn bitter.


Possible the only way to pass the time.


I noticed that the colours of my gorilla pod and our hands together looked rather nice under the afternoon sun and then he went on to exclaim, “I notice you like to take this kind of photos a lot.” Blushing, I decided to have a little variety so here are some pointless finger and hands photos:

 


That’s what waiters are for.


Since I wasn’t the driver of my own car for once, I had the chance to spend plenty of quality time with the toys in my car. I hardly get to hug them as they are strewn all over the backseat.


We passed by Bukit Baru and I had this urge to visit my grandparents’ old house. In 1997, they shifted to Bukit Beruang which is where the family would congregate every time we all go back to Malacca prior to my Aunty’s death. This Bukit Baru house holds many childhood memories for me. All the cars could be parked in the porch and the garden. During chinese new year, five cars would be parked there and there would still be room to run around playing fireworks. 

When it wasn’t chinese new year, my cousins, my brother and myself would be playing in the garden and running round to the back to play with the dog. We were about 6-9 years old and were light enough to seat on the dog who really didn’t mind us. Some nights, my aunty would devise games for us and we would play on the porch until we got bored. I remember once she asked me to lift up my legs as she held my hands and swung me round and round and round. I was flying!

Behind the sliding doors on the first floor was the family hall. We would all sit there after our bath to watch a VCR, either a Disney cartoon or a TVB show. Afternoons were spent playing pirates with the big bean bag and if there were hell notes lying around (especially when there is some taoist celebration coming up) my cousin sister, Jacqueline, being the tallest would hide the hell notes and ask us to find it. Speaking of that particular bean bag which always seemed to be bursting at the seams, I remember taking a polystyrene ball from it when I was three years old and putting it up my nose. It couldn’t come out for awhile and scared my parents shitless.

So many memories, I can never finish writing them all. 


I had to have a picture taken with the house. Since I was lazy to put my glads back on (glads can be such a bitch), I wore Chee Kiang’s Crocs out. The colours are blinding aren’t they?


Nice of him to wait patiently for me.


Opposite our house was a big family with so many girls. I didn’t quite comprehend it back then but come to think of it now, the parents were probably trying for a boy. So many girls I don’t even remember how many there were. They used to come over and play with us and we would flag down the Roti Man/Ice Cream Man together and get the adults to treat us to 30 cents ice-cream cones or Mammee Monster. 


There was a little boy who stayed in that house who would climb over the fence (very dangerous) to play the Happy Family card game with us. 


My grandmother painstakingly watered and loved these pine trees (there were four of them, but only two are left) and now they are cut in half. 🙁


I had quite a bit of explaining to do to the owner of the house when they saw me snapping outside their home. The lady asked me why I was taking pictures and I had to tell her that I was a bit sentimental and that this was my grandmother’s old house. She wasn’t too friendly.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, we then made our way back to the highway and headed home. 

Ben Shyen and Gloria’s Wedding Day

One of my oldest friends had his wedding ceremony on the 6th of December in Penang! Ben Shyen was from my primary school but we only met in high school and he was the school’s joker/jackass/comedian/busker (he would sit with his guitar in the hall ways and take out one of his shoes for coins to be thrown in. and there were coins in it too after awhile.)/Mr. Popular. My high school life would not have been as colorful if it wasn’t for all the Ben Shyen shenanigans, songs that he spontaneously created that totally stucked in all our heads coz the lyrics were damn stupid can die and he was my sifu when it came to having a really dirty mind. Reaaaalllly dirty. *eyes become small to emit sexiness* He rid himself off the hamsap traits when he got an Asean scholarship to study A-levels in Singapore. It was a trying time for him and like how people grow up, he too grew up and became very decent, studied medicine and all.

And now he is married to a beautiful Miss Gloria who hails from Negeri Sembilan. 

He proposed to her at a bus station in Negeri Sembilan before going back to Johor for his clinical (he was still in final year at that time, I think) as they were so very sad having to part each time he came to visit her in Negeri Sembilan. His story damn drama one lah, typical Ben Shyen. Something about how he asked her mum if he could take her with him to Johor/Kulim and the mum was like, “You marry her lah!” and that’s exactly what he did! In his words, “So after proposing to her, I drove…” “WHAT!!!!” I shouted, incredulous. Coz Ben Shyen, being a very good citizen has refused to bribed the JPJ people for his kopi-o license and has not got his driving license yet. He has not had the time to retake his driving test and for years have become a running joke among the bunch of us. We still love him just the same, always so fun to tease him. <3 

I need to share the infamous incident where Ben Shyen failed one of his driving tests. Hope he won’t kill me for this.

He was all ready and set to go in the driver’s seat when the instructor asked, “Hujan kah hari ini..?”

“Ya Tuan, Ujian!” he replied.

Abit frustrated, the instructor asked again, “Hujan kah??”

“Ya Tuan, Ujian!” he answered again, perplexed. 

“HUJANKAHHHH?!?!?!” the instructor shouted, pointing at the swinging windscreen wipers.

So anyway he said, “OKAY fine, WE drove to a nearby goldsmith to get our rings. And when I came up to Kulim, she followed me. :)”

*sigh* HELLO LAM CHEE KIANG APAMACAM! GOT TAKE DOWN NOTES AH. 

 

Ben Shyen’s bunch of guy friends were our other close bunch of guy friends who were from the 1984 batch. This means that most of them are two years older than us but my bunch of girls (the dahlings who are all 23 year old grandmas this year) and them got on like a house on fire. Many thanks to Interact Club and being on the Volleyball Team. 🙂 Because of them, I had wonderful wonderful high school memories. 

So for them to come all the way up north was a damn fun road trip that I wished I was a part of. The boys bought a Doraemon helium balloon and was voiced by Dennis all along the high way. The balloon was supposed to be tied to Mel’s car because she apparently drives like a demon on the North South Highway. All the better they could see her with, my dear. 

Since I’m already in Kedah, all I had to do was drive down about 45 minutes to Penang to meet up with the rest who started their journey about 6am from Subang. It’s quite nice to be in Kedah for once so that I can wave my hands dismissively at them when they offered to fetch me from Sungai Petani, “Pfft..it’s okay. I can drive down myself, very near only.”


While leaving Sungai Petani, I saw this signboard. Quite demeaning lah. Like Kedah is not ALL about paddy fields okay! 

Long story short, my gps sucks balls and meeting up with the rest took far too long so I spent my afternoon on the internet at E-gate while waiting for further instructions to meet up. Since the rest were still gallivanting around mainland Penang, trying out the local rojak and what not, I was alone on Penang island hoping they would arrive soon. Wai Kit too arrived in Penang airport and so I offered to pick him up as I didn’t have anything else to do at that time.

The moment he got into my car, he snapped his phone shut and was like, “Okay, we need to have operational base here in Penang. I’ve booked a room at Rasa Sayang in Batu Feringghi!”

Room is an understatement though. 


The awesome awesome bed that I didn’t land my ass on.. abit paiseh.


And there was a freaking open air hot tub!


The living room..


The bathroom which could do with a little bit more privacy.


The hugeee wardrobes… gosh. I would love to stay there again!! 


The idea was to make full use of the beach as the sun set on the straits of Malacca but they were STILL stuck in a long crawl all the way from the Penang bridge right up to Batu Feringghi. If you know your Penang roads, you would shake your head too. So it was just Wai Kit and me. Haven’t seen him in about 3 years and there we were hanging out together, doing beachy stuff.


Wai Kit grew up with Ben Shyen, Dennis, Joshua et all when they went to primary school and high school together until he left for Singapore in form3 when he got the Asean scholarship. Being the smart fella that he is, he later went on to further his education in US, scored a really good job and was sent over to Hong Kong where he now works. He comes home frequently and hangs with his high school friends so as you can see, they have rather strong bonds! 

Growing up with Dennis, Ben Shyen and the rest, I did not really have the chance to know Wai Kit like how I got to know the other guys (can insult until the sky fall down that kind) as he left my high school when I was in form1. Still, it’s nice to see him in short spurts whenever the chance permits. :) 


For a damn long time I have been meaning to try parasailing and with Wai Kit’s encouragement, I just thought, “Ah what the fuck” and decided to go on one. 


It’s quite scary actually because the guide’s like, “Must run fast okay!! MUST RUN!!!” I’m all so what if I don’t run fast enough will I die or what!!! and before I know it, I’m dragged on the sand for a bit before my entire body is lifted off the ground and I’m floating through the sky, about a 100m above the sea.


My parachute is damn cute right! It’s like so happy go lucky while I’m screaming like a little bitch.


Happily sailing over the sea. 


At that point I was totally taking in the sights, regretting not bringing my camera with me. Could have tied it to my wrist, no problem one.


It’s a short ride. But for RM80, it was worth it as I will probably never have the chance to do something like that again. If I don’t pay RM80 to do it again la. -_- Must always try everything once right?


Happily landing.


Got dragged on the sand again. Such is life.


You can’t see Wai Kit in this picture but he was happily having a swim while I sat gloomily at the side waiting for the rest. Should have brought my bikini damnit! The lack of a bikini also contributed to an event where Mel, Mun Teng and myself took our friendships to whole new levels while using a certain facility that we would never ever have the chance to use again if we didn’t fork out huge sums of money. Desperate times.


And the gossip girls hath arrived!


While the boys decided to do some catching up by the pool..


Mel, Mun Teng and I made full use of the open air hot tub in the room. I wish I could stay in that room again and again. This time must substitute everybody in that room for just one single person. 😛


The wedding boy treated us to seafood at Batu Feringghi! 


I think these were baked prawns marinated with salt. Or seawater. Tastes real good!


We couldn’t care less and used our hands anyway!


There were so many crabs – no shortage at all! Usually when I get to eat crabs, I have to make sure that other people have enough to eat before I take a second piece.


If you like crabs slightly salted, this is good!


Meet Soon Han and his coconut!


LOL Joshua wasn’t trying anything, poor guy was just caught in a candid pose.


Jiun Jeh and Mun Teng who sat at the other end of the table and had their own jokes going on and all. 🙁 Boo.


See how Vern Yang enjoys his food!


L-r: Jiun Jeh, Soon Han, Myself, Sarah and Yuen Fatt!

Jiun Jeh and Soon Han seemed to be trying rather hard to be in the photo. 


This is basically the entire bunch who were there for Ben Shyen’s bachelor party that night.


Since it was a bit improper for the bunch of boys and us girls to be getting naked in the tub together, we just soaked our legs and talked cock the night away.


Some bachelor party this is. -__- The boys were lying in bed together watching some football match. That’s Ben Shyen on the floor waiting for his stripper who never came. (We never called also)


So of course the idea of a bachelor’s night is to get the wedding boy drunk. This is my first bachelor’s party (and I think the only one ever) so I don’t quite know the traditions. 


But I think in Malaysia, birthday boys and wedding boys all same only ya? Idea is to get them pissed drunk so that we’ll have plenty of stories to tell in the years ahead.


Because we were near water, the boys parked all their gadgets on the massage bed. YES there was a freaking massage bed too.


A  very unflattering photo of me and the wedding boy. Only Yuen Fatt looks nice here.


L-r: Dennis, Wai Kit and Mel having a good soak.


Joshua emos on the massage bed as he wanted a good rub.


Best friends forever! Since standard 3 apparently.


Josh wanting in on Mun Teng and my intimate moment.


Dennis and Mel being bodoh as usual. Thank god for Yuen Fatt and his sanity.


Sigh…*proud momma tone* See how the boys have grown! Met them when they were all tiny 15 year olds hitting on my best friend. 


top l-r: Jiun Jeh, Jit Seng
bottom l-r: Soon Han, Tze Hur and Wai Kit.
I was never really close to most of the guys in this pic with the exception of Jiun Jeh and Wai Kit (thanks to Interact Club) but because of Ben Shyen’s wedding, I got to know them all a little better. All damn funny one!! 


Josh finally got his massage.


As part of his bachelor night, Dennis offered to give Ben Shyen’s feet a good rub.


He even went in between the toes!


A clearer picture of Ben Shyen’s infamous bulus. Back in the days, Ben Shyen was already very hair for a 16 year old and volleyball tournaments meant Ben Shyen would be owning the court in his short shorts with our volleyball coach goading him on going, “GO BULU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

Volleyball practices were whiled away seating by the benches and finding ants on the floor to be put into his mass of leg hair. The ants had a tough time finding their way out.

As for Interact Club projects which involved some arts and crafts (think cutting hearts/roses thorns for V’day projects), the scissors would come out to snip snip away at his hair. It was okay, he always had more to spare. 


This was when Wai Kit popped a champagne bottle and splashed it all over Ben Shyen.


Poor thing.


Totally not helping.


Even though a lot of the champagne spilled, there was still quite a lot to go around.


Cheers to the first one of us to get married!


Dennis taking care of his buddy.


After a few drinks, all the emoness started. Dennis damn make spoil the moment lor. 


I can’t remember what happened in this photo. But there was a running joke that since there was no stripper for the night, Mun Teng could fill the spot. She’d stand in the middle of the tub and prepare a bubble bath and we were like, “Oh show starting already show starting!” and she’s only trying to make more foam in the tub.

From Batu Feringghi we then made our way back to Kulim using a GPS, which meant getting lost until almost 4am. Zzzzzzzzzzz. Once we reached our accommodation for the night, I asked Dennis, “What time are we getting up tomorrow?”

He deadpanned, “6am”.

So after an hour’s worth of sleep, I was up at 5am blow drying my hair while cursing. 


Mel and her sleeping gear.


Everybody loved my mirror. That’s Jiun Jeh shaving.


Dennis in his bad ass get-up as Best Man.


They even made t-shirts for all the heng tais. The girls had t-shirts as well but we were like, “AND PASS UP THE CHANCE TO PAN LENG LENG?!! Go die.”


Best friends since 1984.


The design was done by Jiun Jeh who is pretty much our designated t-shirt designer since forever. Volleyball team t-shirts, Interact Club t-shirts, Project t-shirts… all thanks to Jiun Jeh! He went on to become a superstar in his hall (Raffles Hall) at NUS and if you are aware of the traditions at NUS, Rag Day is a huge thing! He designed one of the rag float during his years there!


The guys looking dashing in their heng tai t-shirt complete with blazers.


At 7am we made our way to Ben Shyen’s house. He has now officially moved away from Subang Jaya and is staying in Kulim. It’s only like half an hour away from Sungai Petani, technically I could visit him whenever but since Mr. Doctor Ooi is always so busy……so.


Josh staring in amazement at his own reflection.


I joined him.


Dennis damn traditional right, came complete with a fan and everything.


Aunty and Uncle Ooi with their son on his big day.


MEET GUCCI!! The family’s pet dog who can give Angel a run for her money.(not like she has any)


So damn teddy bear right <3


Awwwwww.


Ben Shyen tries to garner the same enthusiasm for his pet cat….. so I layan only. 😛


Camwhoring with the groom.


Making use of the big mirror in his house.


While waiting for the rest before we left for Pearl View hotel, where the bride’s side was waiting, I kepohed around and found their wedding pictures. So nicely done!


I want to get married too!!! Fasterfasterfasterfaster. 


Dennis carrying out his best man duties.


Big boy liao. *sniff*


One with the wedding car!


Instead of the usual ribbon on our antennas or car handles, we got a sticker! It was my first time being one of the cars partaking in the Heng Tai entourage!


The gorgeous view of rolling hills outside Ben Shyen’s house.


Much thanks to Josh who offered to drive my car, I could spend some quality time with Stitch.


Stitch is damn nice to hug one.


Heng tais!!


That’s Ben Shyen’s brother who look pretty serious about photography.


This groom ah, still got time to camwhore one. -_-


One with the pseudo heng tais.


The heng tais and pseudo hengtais plus one Ah Soh (Marcus’ girlfriend, Pei Yong who was also our senior from school!). Trivia: Marcus’ dad was my Add Maths Tuition teacher, Mr. Chan who is one of my most favourite teacher ever! He loves cooking and would always share with us his latest baking attempt. He would even whip up extremely delicious meals for us during chinese new year. :) 


All 11 of the heng tais. Just you wait, during my wedding, all 11 of the Dahlings.


Mun Teng was designated camerawoman for the day. Mel handled Jit Seng’s DSLR and I, my own camera of course.


So that i could camwhore whenever I wanted.


Don’t know what Dennis was up to lah.


Here comes the groom!


Make way. Dennis really kept up with his act.


Jiun Jeh totally spoiled the cool look.


He invited himself into the frame when I was camwhoring with the heng tai entourage.


As per our tradition, the bride’s chi muis will make the heng tais play some games before they allow the groom to see the bride. Would have been better if it was at a proper house, but since it was held at a hotel, the only place they could play the games was at the corridor. 


This was a strange game. They made Ben Shyen eat an entire rope made out of dried sotong, and it stretched on for about 6-7 doors. 


Cruel.


See how demure he is, eating everything obediently.


Lousy heng tais, just laughing at their brother and taking photos.


The next game involved bananas.


The bananas were tied around their waists…


And a poor unsuspecting heng tai would have to eat it without using their hands.


Some of them had the better end of the deal.


And some, not so.


Dah kenyang kah belum?


I didn’t quite understand this game as it involved some seashells and some alphabets… but apparently he had to put some ice in his mouth etc and say how much he loves Gloria.


I really don’t understand the point of this game.


As you can see it was really packed.


The heng tais trying to push down the door.


This was when Ben Shyen had his mouth full of ice and declaring his love for Gloria. Tough work.


SUCCESS!!!


I bet the bride was anticipating it for a really long time:) Must have been very exciting for her.


LOL see Josh and Yuen Fatt’s face, so full of love for Ben Shyen, seeing him all married and stuff.


Awwwww <3 🙂


And here begins the photo session with the bride and groom.


Plenty of people waiting for their turn to have a picture with the happy couple.


I’m not sure what these were for but they were on the table.


First off, the heng tais and the couple.
L-r: Jiun Jeh, Soon Han, Joshua, Jit Seng, Tze Hur, Chee Seng, Vern Yang, Dennis, Yuen Fatt, Wai Kit and Marcus. 


The pseudo heng tais. There are supposed to be more of us but a lot of them could not make it=(


Gloria and her chi muis!


Mel found some left over bananas.


And me a carton of drink somewhere. Damn tak malu, we just helped ourselves to whatever food that was lying around. And then took stupid photos. -_- Such is life.


Not satisfied with first stupid photo.


Scandalous photo of Mel and Josh sneaking off together.


We left the happy couple to have their tea ceremony in peace while we waited outside or else the entire room would have been cramped with unnecessary guests (ie. us). 


This is when the sohai photo taking session took place outside the hotel room. Here is Vern Yang trying to hit on Mun Teng who is supposed to be a hot chick.


Too eager already, Mun Teng’s face.


Suave guy then digs his nose.


And he gets the girl/gets the girl drunk.


Third party comes into the picture.


Wife of third party wants him to come home.


Bloopers wtf.


Damn depressed coz he didn’t get the chick he wanted and the wife (me) left him.


Then the older brother comes into spank his backside.


Some incest takes place.


Promotional poster for the stupid short story.


Trying to give me looks worthy to be in Vogue/GQ.


Our turn to act slutty.


This is me with the “Such is life” pose where two guys check me out. Josh fail lah you. Cannot smile so happily, must smile with bad intentions.


Mun Teng was seriously sleeping due to the extremely short sleep we had.


Josh continues with the sohai photo taking. This is the one where he acts as some rich man who could have any woman he chooses. So he sees a sleeping beauty unconscious somewhere in his hotel.


One last group photo before we took Gloria back to Ben Shyen’s house.


Man and wife. :’)


Gosh I absolutely love the ruffles at the back of her dress. It’s so dreamy.


They take the chinese traditions quite seriously. What does a red umbrella signifies anyway? Wait, what’s the meaning of the umbrella in the first place?!


Typical wedding day process photo.


The entourage on the way home was far larger.


Bringing his wife home to show his mum.


Gucci has a bow tie on for Ben Shyen’s big day.


Ben Shyen’s uncle could not stand Gucci’s cuteness. His cat Lulu was wearing a tutu and was looking damn grumpy.


Gloria’s gorgeous hair.


There was nyonya cake for lunch and I said the stupidest thing, “Eh? Ben Shyen got nyonya blood ah?”


Couldn’t stop eating..:P


Can see the boys emoing to Boyzone which was playing in the background. Jiun Jeh seemed to know the entire album by heart.


More evidence that we were seriously lacking of sleep.


Heng tais without their blazer! 

Looking at this pic, I thought about the shared history between this bunch of boys and the dahlings. At least half of them were involved with at least one dahling during our high school days. Some were involved with two dahlings, many had hit on the same dahling, some one way, some two ways, some three ways *shifty eyes*. But we still remain good friends despite it all. <3 And none of us ended up together. -_- FRIENDS FOREVER!!


They are very proud of the back of their t-shirts.


Me and my korkorbear, the older brother I never had. Dennis had always taken care of me since I was 12 years old and has seen me and the other girls grow up and sideways (me). He was there to mediate our arguments and he always gave the best advice. 


I haz tutu. 


And a nice ribbon too I just realized!


Someone’s not too happy about his red bow. 


Even Doraemon had a tutu to wear! In case the cat crapped her first tutu, there was a back-up tutu! I don’t know which is cuter, the doraemon wearing a tutu or Mun Teng’s face. <3


Mun Teng terrorizing the animals.


Mun Teng terrorizing the toy animals in my car. Poor pink flat bunny with wings can’t seem to breathe.


Aforementioned Doaremon balloon which seems to be made of very good plastic for a helium balloon.


When one has balloon in hand, one must act cute. An idiom I learned during my english classes long ago. 


This Jiun Jeh ah, when I told him, “I take photo ah!”…he’s like, “go out go out!” I didn’t believe him. He then took off his pants. X_X


Wai Kit and the bed.


The cat tries to hit on Doraemon but he was totally playing hard to get.


Josh asked us if we could help him to sew a button onto his pants but we forced him to do it himself as it was for his own good. If other girls saw him do his own sewing, they’d just melt inside and want his number. 


This was him laughing after we explained to him.


Being girls, we took a damn long time to get ready.


Such a necessity these days. What happened? When was the turning point?


Damn lazy lah the boys, still wanted to lepak around.


Bimbo shot in the girls’ room!


Wai Kit, not quite James Bond.


Some kungfu action takes place while waiting for the rest.


Very pretty already lah Dennis.


This was actually a strappy dress and in the car I turned around to say something to Mun Teng and Soon Han and the straps broke just like that coz I’m just too fat.


A proper photo to be used on my Mail Order Bride application forms should anything happen to my relationship. One must plan for the future.


HAHAHHHA I’m feeling ya, buddy.


Just to check if Dennis The Monkey had any remaining kutu.


Sensitive topic, apparently.


Why does Wai Kit want to kill Doraemon! Why?!


Totally satisfying Doraemon. Mmm.


Best friends forever and ever!


LOL Soon Han, looking good already.


This was when I asked them to give me their most CEO face. You know, the usual pose when some big shot in a company stands in front of his manufacturing plant in a presentation video or something. Josh nails it.


There’s a tiny smile playing at the side of Jeh’s lips.


Emo CEO. WTF Soon Han! 


Pan cute CEO! Hahahhaa. Maybe Sanrio punya boss.


Damn seductive right his lips, partly open and all. I don’t know lah, new year resolution is to think less dirty thoughts, so better not come up with any idea. You guys go ahead!:P


As for the girls, I made them give me their most pan cute faces! Awwwwwwww.


Why my friends so cute one.


Not my friend. 


My so called pan cute face.


It works for some.


Without any effort too!


Heh, this was no need to say lah. He’s got it already.


Hahahaha, he kept laughing. But this is like a CEO asking you, “You sure you know what you’re doing, boy?”


Haih. Friendly CEO.


Vern Yang works the lanci look damn well.


Tak kenal siapa ni.


*ignores*


Wah this CEO look can make you shit in your pants.


The CEO who made it look.


This is what happens when boys find your hair curler.


Seriously, got to keep it out of boys’ reach.


Mun Teng’s won-an-award face.


Long story short, we were damn late for the wedding. When we went in, the bride and bride groom were already sitting down. It’s very very very very bad. We know, we were damn guilty. Probably some of us are still feeling guilty to this day.


Butterfly and heart and Mel’s tattoo! 


Interesting idea for table confetti! 


The people at our table minus Dennis. Well in a way we were glad that there were so few of us at the table. All the more for us to eat!


The heng tais and the ah sous.


As best man, Dennis had to give his speech.


Gloria’s brides maid. (I think)


Ben Shyen sang a song for Gloria. The cha tou part was that he had to ask Gloria what the title of the song was coz he forgot. -_-


The usual yam sengs.


Vern Yang damn gentleman, serving everybody and all.


The girls and myself in our dinner dress.


Sigh, didn’t think I’d live to see this day. Ben Shyen growing up and getting married…:)


Yam seng one more time! 🙂


Marcus and Pei Yong who are now based in Penang!


Josh and Mun Teng. josh sure has a damnnn big smile on.


Vern Yang and I.


Joshua and I.


Yuen Fatt and I.


The heng tais and the chi muis!


And finally I got one with the newly weds.