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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Chicken Rice Balls And Durian Cendol
I've finally finished uploading 157 photos. I've been sitting in front of the computer since 1pm. And now it's, what, 7pm? Grrrr...
So, for people who don't have time to go through the pictures, I'll summarise the whole trip for you :
FOOD.
No joke. We ate, ate and ate. On the first day, Saturday, I had 5 meals. Not just tiny snacks and stuff. But like 5 full blown meals. STUFFED. My mum's complaining that she's gained weight. Well, I wasn't getting any thinner either after the trip.
I think it's better to narrate my trip according to the photos. Easier and better to visualise for you readers :]
So Saturday morning, when we arrived at Jonker Street, Melaka around 10.30am, it was drizzling. How annoying. Of all the days for the sky to cry. Pft. Anyway, we went to have brunch - chicken rice balls!! The chicken rice balls were really what made the trip happen. I've been bugging my aunt(the recently married one) to bring me to Melaka to have the rice balls since September. And she had been busy till last Saturday. I quickly seized her and made her free herself for my little trip.
Back to the rice balls. They were deliz(delicious)!! Well, actually they taste exactly like the normal chicken rice, it's just that it's in a ball. But it's just cool eating a ball, OK?
Third plate of rice balls. So all together we had 60 rice balls. Not bad for a group of 10 - 6 each.
After lunch, it was STILL drizzling. We had no choice but to carry our umbrellas to walk the streets. And we went into MANY shops. Bought some bracelets, hats/fans, T-shirts and many, many more stuff.
The first shop we went into after lunch.
Grandma joined our secret cult...
Towards the end of Jonker Street, we were tiring and BAM we saw the cendol shop!! Ying Hui's been there before and she said the cendol was to die for. We ordered 6 Durian Cendols, 2 Durian EPC Cendol, 2 Ice Kacangs, 2 Baba Laksa and 2 Nyonya Laksa. And at that time, it was only an hour and a half since we had the chicken rice. See what I mean about FOOD?
The Durian Cendol. Deliz!!
Having eaten our SECOND lunch, we were hyped up and continued walking. Mostly window shopping, really. And not to mention, camwhoring. The drizzle came to an end, so walking proved easier.
Ying Hui and Aunt no2
By around 2pm, we checked into our apartment. There was even a pool downstairs, but there wasn't time for that because, well, food calls!! We were on the 11th floor, and we could see the sea from there. When we arrived, waiting in front of the door, the wind was blowing like crazy. My hair was constantly blowing into my face. We had to wait outside for quite a while, since the person in charge wasn't there yet. It got quite chilly, so I walked around to keep warm. And also, we camwhored, my sis and I.
Our hair kept blowing into our faces. I mean for my sis and I. The boys don't have that much hair to begin with and my mum's is short.
When we finally got into the apartment, mum and dad crashed immediately. Could even hear mum snoring. We, the younger generation, did what we did best - camwhore!
After resting for, give or take an hour, we couldn't sit still anymore. Aunt no2 wanted to buy a Baju Kebaya. So off we went again! Oh, and on the way out, I spotted these cute little puppies. Aww inducing.
Before getting to the Baju Kebaya shop, we stopped by this "famous" bakery. Their tau sa beng are the best in Melaka. Mum bought loads, but they've been all given away, you know mums :(
We got to the Baju Kebaya shop, but obviously the three of us (sis, bro and I) got bored, so we walked around the block. I went into a shop that sold all things to do with tailoring and got some lovely beads and string. For very low prices :) :)
And there was this shop which sold only Christmas decos. Like, the whole shop memang sold only Christmas deco. Oh, and something funny happened.
Shop keeper : Hello there, are you guys from Singapore?
Bro : No.
I mean, Singaporeans?? Come on, we're better than that!! Gah!!
After we got bored of strings and Christmas decos, we had no choice but to head back to the Kebaya shop. Dad took this pic. How unflattering.
Failed mannequin
Having spent another hour or so at the Kebaya shop, we went to have tea!! Satay sauce lok lok. Again, it was deliz! We had to wait for about 20mins for our turn. The place was packed! Apparently it's some famous restaurant or something.
Waiting in line, camwhoring was the best thing to do
The food was worth the wait :]
That river behind us was smelly
Dinner was supposed to be at fancy restaurant, but we didn't reserve tables and did not want to wait, so we just headed to a hawker centre. And that made all the difference. Everything we ordered was deliz! I didn't order a individual plate of mee or rice. We just ordered "snacks" like Satay, Wo1 Tip3, Chee Cheong Fun, Popiah etc etc. They were all good, unlike KL hawker centres.
Wo1 Tip3
Chee Cheong Fun. Actually, this was the only dish that wasn't up to par.
Ying Hui and her chocolate mush. I must mention that this only cost RM2.50. No joke. I mean, in KL where are you going to find a chocolate blended for RM2.50??? It can easily cost you RM5.50 for one. I heart Melaka.
The view from the balcony
Done with breakfast, we continued yesterday's Jonker Street window shopping. Except, this time we bought plenty. Also, we stopped by a chinese temple. Apparently, it's the oldest one in Malaysia.
Some opera house we walked past.
Ahemm...
Back to the car
Forgot to add that I bought another two bracelets. Soooooo Taylor Swift.
Sugar rush. That's coconut candy in her mouth
We got home around 5pm and look! A rainbow was there to greet us!
In all, the goods we brought back with us. But in a mere hour, mum distributed them all :(
The trip in all was real fun. And I don't mind heading back there!!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Happy Birthday...
WONG VOOI KEAT!!
I made something for him. Since he seldom goes online, and if he did, he wouldn't waste the precious time reading my blog, it's safe to post some photos of the gift I made him. Be jealous! My friends get the best presents. Hahahahaha.
The "sweets" in the cup are fake. I stuffed paper into the wrappers. The reason I made him this is, he can keep his sweet sixteen forever. That's why I didn't put real candy inside the cup. I'm creative and thoughtful, yes I know :]
And if you're wondering, I used only a hot glue gun and the beads. I did not buy those stick-on bling. So totally handmade! The whole thing took me about an hour I guess.
Gah, gotta go now. My eyes are drooping!!
Taylor News
Extract from www.perezhilton.com :
After only including releases from the previous 18 months to calculate the best selling albums on the Billboard chart, Billboard will now beincorporating catalog releases due to the massive sales of bothMichael Jackson and The Beatles.
The sales chart on November 25 will be the first official comprehensive chart.
In digital music news 4 artists have already broken Rihanna's track sales record of 9.9 million digital songs in 2008 including Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga, the Black Eyed Peas and Taylor Swift.
But the biggest news is probably that Taylor Swift is the only artist that outsold Michael Jackson this year in album sales!
That's a mighty big accomplishment, T-Swizzle! Congratulations!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
To Lah Or Not Lah
Hello there!! I am blogging from Melaka using my Dad's blackberry. Currently waiting for everyone to finish their showers as there are only two bathrooms. I promise this time I will blog about my trip, complete with photos!! Now we're leaving for Jonker Street. Food, here we come!!!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Häagen-Dazs
You know, I really don't spend all my waking hours on Pet Society and Restaurant City. Trecia and Lau Yi Ling seem to think so. Well now, this is proof that I don't. I mean I'm not denying that I spend two thirds of my waking hours on Facebook.
Oh!! I will be in Melaka tomorrow!! WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Only staying there for a night though. I just KNOW it will be fun, Fun, FUN!!!!!!!
Ah yes, I would also like to mention that I completed this piece in two hours!! I usually take five :)
Ice Cream
The ice cream truck was always crowded on Sunday evenings. Come to think of it, it was crowded everyday. I silently considered selling ice cream for a living as I waited in line for my turn at the ice cream man. The promotional song playing on repeat was familiar, the pattern and design of the truck were too. I glanced at the number plate and belatedly realized that this was the same truck which sold the ice creams of my childhood, though bitter it was.
There was no child who didn’t like ice cream, not even those who see it as the forbidden fruit. My brother, Cal was the latter. He was the unfortunate of us two, inheriting Type 1 diabetes at the age of ten. Needless to say, sweets and candy were a rare sight in the house from then on. Birthday cakes were replaced with tasteless chiffon ones, Halloween candy were replaced with whole meal biscuits and ice cream was replaced with no ice cream at all.
So at the age of eight, I had my last ice cream. Waiting at the hospital for Cal, hoping for the best, little did I know I was licking my last ice cream. Ice creams to children were like coffee to teenagers, helplessly addicted to them we were. When Cal’s illness was confirmed, my family was devastated. And I was devastated over my new diet. Vain, I know, was my thinking then.
I wanted to blame Cal for everything – the inconveniences, the new adjustments in the household. He didn’t do as much chores as I did anymore - he would tire easily. Mother didn’t expect flying colours from him either. Cal was the centre of everything. I became jealous.
At home, sugar was like gold, but in school, Mother wasn’t there to stop me. I bought sweets, chocolates, cotton candy; anything to satisfy my sweet tooth. Then, I would deliberately eat them in front of Cal. I saw his face twist in envy, and I beamed. Our relationship became strained. Cal tried to make things better; he took his chores back and offered to help me with my homework, but I ignored his efforts. I was being the stubborn little brother, savouring the attention. If only I could take it all back.
Then the accident happened. Death was always something we thought happened to someone else. And so when it hits you, it leaves you hollow in its wake.
It was a hit and run. Cal was on the pedestrian walk when the car came. The driver didn’t bother to stop to check whether Cal was still breathing. Bless the driver that came by next who drove him to the hospital. But even in the car Cal was losing his link to this world. Being diabetic meant blood clotting was difficult; sometimes a tiny paper cut could take weeks to heal. Cal had been knocked down and his head was bleeding, it wasn’t getting any better.
By the time the couple in the car got Cal to the hospital, he was barely breathing. The emergency staff did their best, keeping him alive till we reached him. Mother sobbed, Father frowned with worry, but I could only stare. Staring, but mostly seeing the past. Oh, I’d give up all the sugar in the world to see Cal walk out of this hospital. Alas, it was not to be. The doctor called us into the ward and informed us that Cal had lost too much blood. But the blood clots forming in his brain were the real culprit. He needed surgery, but he couldn’t survive it, him being diabetic.
I knelt beside the bed, head close to Cal’s. His weary eyes took me in; I could see him fighting the pain.
“I’m sorry”, I blurted. My heart twisted in painful ways, seeing my big brother helpless, at the brink of death.
“Sammy, promise me you will eat all the ice cream I couldn’t and didn’t. I never hated you, don’t say sorry. Tell me you’re happy”, Cal whispered, his breath laboured.
“I’m happy, Cal. I’m happy”, I sobbed, ironic though my speech was.
Cal smiled, then closed his eyes forever.
“Sir? What will you have? Single scoop? ”, I had reached the ice cream man. I blinked out of my reverie, and stuttered my order – double scoop vanilla with melted chocolate topping. I sighed, that was Cal’s favourite.
I sat on the park bench, and raised my ice cream as a toast to the heavens and whispered to the wind, “This is for you, Cal. I’m happy.”
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