Wednesday, April 30, 2008

| fallen casualties


During the Great Fall, many lost their loved ones. One of them survived but was permanently damaged and her beloved cried his heart out. Her name was El Sea Dee. The doctors said that the damage was irreparable, that she was scarred for life. *sigh* Guess that's what one would call collateral damage.


at least its a cool wallpaper

hehehe~ >.<

Monday, April 28, 2008

| *looks at blog's title*

Some may know, some may not while others just don't about the origin of this little blog's name. Previously when I have any major accidents, I'd still be able to stand and walk despite bleeding all over and stuff. This time how ever, my mobility has dropped to half (same speed when one is in stealth) and it got me thinking... "Maybe I AM getting OLDER! *gasp!*".

anatomy: bones are separated by the cartilage

I'm sorry for not being able to go church yesterday. I heard that DD came all the way to church just to catch a glimpse of my injuries for laughs. Sorry to disappoint her. hehe~

my favourite knife is dented =((

I was busy wrapping my injuries up to prevent further swelling (no, not that kind of swelling) as I had to hop my way to the police station to make a police report, make new glasses that will hopefully make me look younger and rush home to finish up my assignments.

my favourite knife is dented =((

Went to take pictures of the bike too that has somehow been positioned on display mode for the whole of Bukit Beruang to see. Bummer.

If my high school friends were to see me in this state, I bet they'd laugh their butts off at me again joking about how I seem to survive the worst of accidents and incidents. We'd probably reminisce our old adventures and laugh at all our previous injuries too. Most prominent on my mind was my friend's accident whereby he fell of his bike and skidded on his butt causing some severe lacerations on the part of his body we could kick so easily. heh~

... OH, HI GUYZ!

J.Leong was kind enough to help drive my bike back to the old-regular repair shop. Bro brought back the green petrol-soaked helmet and commemorate the entire event. Oh, brother, you're just too kind.

someone shout "HADOKEN!"

Sunday, April 27, 2008

| irony, oh irony

*looks at previous post's title*

Saturday, April 26, 2008

| broken - bleeding

You know your father loves ya when you come home after a loooong tiring day and you find a nice lil' snack for ya waiting on your table.

thanx dad~

Last Thursday's CG, Catalyst's final bible study, only two were present, J.Sen and myself. The rest were busy with extra class and due assignments while ZX and Yokebat had massive diarrhea (pronounced: die-o-rly). Thus, being a good CG leader, I figure that I might as well give the two of us a break and join up with Es-ther-dear's CG. She'll entertain us lead the bible study too.

Over her side was only 4 for them, including herself and that makes 6 of us all together (my math still RAWKS!! >.<). Thus we headed down to Un John's Kopitiam in hopes to get some discounts since we're good friends with the owner.

owh yeaa~

We did the bible study first before ordering our dinner. Rebecca did a good job leading the bible study; can see that she got it from her dad. heh~

And now, I shall end this pseudo-emo titled post with two pictures and I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

broken glasses..

..and facepalms

/pats es-ther-dear's head

Poor gal~ Too bad they didn't charge us for the glass or it'll be one really cool momento for her. heh~

p.s. i kept my promise and didn't write too teruk about it

Thursday, April 24, 2008

| love requires sacrifice

YA Connect: Kuantan, Worship Team - L*MB
(click above for bigger resolution)

Just received 33 pictures from the Youth Alive Connect: Kuantan aka WTO: Kuantan trip from Clement of Higher Ground, Kuantan. Photoshopping the nice ones and hopefully will post them up here soon. Till then..

I blame the rush-of-due-assignments fever for the recent flood of nonsense on this blog. All donations will be used to fund my next wife.

Remember kids; love requires sacrifice.


Wednesday, April 23, 2008

| a work of art

Typed out a paragraph of words only to look at this beautiful painting and knew that words aren't needed.

mona elysia

*ba da bum crash!*

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

| blings and bucks

it's fun to prank other's phone

Thursday. Second last outing for the Catalyst CG. 3 CGs joined for dinner with the total number reaching 23 heads; the largest combined CG by far. Dinner at super-cheap-with-big-portion place near Bandar Hilir; RM3 for a big portion of Chinese-fried style food, RM1.20 for fruit juice!

Next up was the main event.

we be heading at bucks

What followed was a series of really fortunate event. Seven people, eight drinks and two slices of Apple Crumble Pie equals really happy bunch of peeps.

veli nish~~

And finally, to trade the above for a boring class equals;

*sob sob*

Hehe~ Good nite peeps~

Sunday, April 20, 2008

| camsage and nipple - part iv


After a nice nap, we washed up and got ready to move out to the main attraction of this trip; Angkor Wat. After a good 30 minutes drive, we reached a place with a moat surrounding an island. In that isle lies Angkor Wat.

nice crystal clear water

the only entrance into the isle

Once again being the good tour guide that he is, Si Ya took us to check out something cool. You know how all the temples are surrounded with carvings of a semi-nude woman in some dancing-like position? This particular one is special as it is the only one that's smiling with her teeth shown. The worker who was carving her must've have a good day of sorts. heh~

tv with teeth

There's little to be said about Angkor Wat as you can read the more correct information from Wiki and stuff. So I'm just gonna throw in all the nice pictures of Angkor Wat in its splendor.

encore wat?

myself, mom and dad

tina \(^v^)/

reflection from the lake-thingy

angkor wat's longkang system

cool architecture

With that, we're done with Angkor Wat. I could easily bore you with like another 5 to 10 more pictures of the whole complex but hey, since I'm a nice guy I'll just move on. Next we were brought to a hill where at the top, the highest point amongst the complex, one could see a nice view one would expect to see above any hill. Yea~ Our parents and Sandra were too tired to make the hike, so it was only a bro and bro thing.

goinnn up!

the highest temple complex

can ya spot angkor wat?

After a nice meal we headed back to the hotel to wash up and rest our legs. Later at night we decided to check out a place our tour guide Si Ya has been talking about for awhile; a place dubbed Bar Street. The whole street had a familiar feel of Jonker to it; ang mo's walking around, hawkers selling handi-craft and food, and of course, the bars. We went into this [insert name] bar that attracted us due to the nice jazzy blues music that was being played by the live band.

[insert name] bar

from top-left: flower, groovy six-stringed bass, dry martini, manhattan

The next morning Si Ya brought us to check out the floating village. Unlike the ones we have in Malaysia, these guys are said to actually live on boats. Me like stuffies like these so me was slightly excited. Upon reaching the boating area that'll take us to the village, we were met by a whole village of poverty. The wooden houses are all dusty from the sand that passing vehicles kick up, people bathing with muddy water from a well, kids playing with dirty trash and rubbish.. it sure makes you count your blessings and give thanks to God.

the poor pretty penny

our boater and boat.. we are the boatee. heh~

I sat in front, not wanting to be block by anybody so that I can get nice clean shots of whats to come. Then I noticed the driver's seat and was at awe of the mechanics that steers and move this boat and was amazed at how such a run-down looking thing could steer ANYTHING for that matter.

by the way, that green string is the throttle

The boat started to move slowly. All of us were smiling ear to ear, absorbing everything our eyes could see. Being the typical tourist, we waved and cheered at other passing boats, laugh at those that got stuck by the river bank, laugh at ourselves when we got stuck, hit the deck when a speeding boat kicks water at us and many other noob things, all the while moving a moderate steady speed.

But that all changed when we reached the open lake.. The boater, open a secret compartment and out came a flashing red button. He turned, look towards us and gave us this really creepy cynical smile as it to say, "Hold on to your seats ya damn complaining tourist!". He pressed the button.


*silence*    ...aaaAAAAHHHHHhhh...    *silence*

We saw another smaller, faster boat speeding towards our starboard. Without warning, it bumped us and one of the hijackers jumped into our boat carrying something in his tiny little hands...

Tiny little hands?

It seems that they're so poor, that they resort to such ways to make a living; using their own sons to get tourist like us to hopefully buy some water for 1USD.

nobel peace prize winning picture

Not long after, we finally reached the floating village and true to the name, the village houses were all floating. Some on boats, some on make-shift empty barrels and wood.

house on boats: season finale


mom: i wonder what they do for fun?

Then we reach the floating tourist stop-center not far from the village. Snapped more pictures, saw the villagers feeding the fishes that they're keeping, saw another villager feed his crocodiles watermelons...!!

I know, I know. You must be asking right now;

"What? Where did they get those watermelons?!"

They have boats remember? Silly you~

melonating crocs

Another thing that caught my eyes were how the villagers too resort to using their children to sell tourist items just to make ends meet. Those quick to judge would immediately shun their parents for doing such a thing but I could bring myself to understand their situation, their lifestyle, their needs.

Poverty; it is not for everybody.

if you're asking, "Where did they get those bananas from?!!"... don't

shooooo kiuuuutt~!

gaya, mutu, keungulan

Then we head back to land to check out a very bloody spot in the history of Cambodia, known widely as The Killing Fields where during the ruling of the Khmer Rouges under the iron fist of the communist leader, Pol Pot of which many people died. Many is an understatement to the exact number of people who died under his ruling which is estimated between 1.4 million and 2.2 million with half of those deaths being due to executions, and the rest from starvation and disease.

After lunch, we headed to the next location, the last activity of our tour, the silk farms. Not much to say about it so I'm just gonna throw in pictures for your viewing pleasure (and your bandwidth torture).

silk worms forming silk

them cute little buggers

old school silk making

paining to silk cloths

youths playing outside

I forgot to mention about the traffic of Cambodia earlier on Part I. The driver seat is on the left side of the vehicle and they follow the American road system, meaning lefties. That isn't much of a surprise actually but what really astounds, amazes and scares us is how the people of Cambodia drive/ride their trucks/van/cars/bikes. Nobody speeds. Anybody could just dangerously turn in and out of traffic at their leisure without giving any signal. The one that really gets us; nobody uses the horn in anger but only to warn other motorist of their presence. Oh yea, their carpool is leet!

don't fall off kids.. *bump!* *screams* *squish!* hehehe~

By now the desire to snap photographs (and to now explain them) has dwindled severely. So I'm just gonna run through these pictures and end this super long post. Anybody still reading??

old market


good bye to Si Ya.. see ya Si Ya~ *ba da bum crash!*

being a tourist allows you to skip queues it seems

checking out

take off~! bye cambodia!! nipple!!!

hello malaysia.. hello assignments.. hello exams.. hello...

touchdown and score

So yea, that's more or less all there is to see and say about my 4 days and 3 nights family vacation at Cambodia. Once again, I thank God that I didn't get arrested for doing something stupid and for protecting my family throughout the trip.

It's now 3.35am. I need to wake up at 7am. Meet at EP at 8am. heh~

Nite peeps~

p.s. try saying nipple (pronounced: nip-pol). do it. do it now!
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