Weird Fishes

15 sticks of 'sate kambeng',
06 pieces of honey glazed chicken wings
a plate of 'ikan pari bakar' with the usual condiments
& 2 mugs of tea and a glass of sugarcane juice to wash em' all down.

at the usual spot,where else but the east coast lagoon,where convenient for me and minerva,almost every fortnight,we were there as a last resort,where all other makan places were too far off or too crowded with hungry folks.

and that place was one of our most favourite.

a stroll along the jogging track after the heavy meal,breathing the cold fresh air,enjoying the seabreeze,removing our sneakers and running around silly,on the circular track with protruding pebbles sticking outwards causing pleasurable pain;it was meant for blood circulation some said,but sure it hurts so much i laughed like hell,hmmm,nevermind..

Boys Like Girls

i've gotta bad achin' back.
not really that bad,but i'm feeling lethargic as well,no,no..
lemme correct this,i'm plain lazy.

at work,same old routine for a saturday,stage games and all that.
body and mind still in macau,damn,it was SO cold there,but at least the trip there took our minds off all the nitty gritty shitty things here.



too bad i don't gamble and they really invested so much money on the mega structural buildings,the LED lights running up and down,sideways and creating shapes and sizes on each and every available monster hotels and casinos,real awesome sight.can't really step out of the hotel,it was so freakin' cold it bit my chapped lips and freeze up my skinny lil fingers and the hotel itself was situated in a big plot of land,and the next available building with living creatures were miles away,so most of the time,we just sat in the hotel and enjoy all the amenities available for us,like the spa,yeah!

i was looking forward to checkout the local guys,so macau was once occupied by the portuguese,but strange thing,the island was in fact,over populated by kabayans from the philippines,and very rarely,when i pressed my head against the window overlooking the streets outside,i hardly see anyone walking,except for a long stretch of vehicles,lotsa sports and rare make and model,parked on both sides of the road,probably they were gambling but when we walked around the casino,i hardly see people too,well probably partly because of the killer weather,but then again,where the hell are they?









and finally,stuttering cold and shivering experience,we managed to set foot at zhuhai,china,which was just a 20mins bus ride on the superhighway from macau.truly it was one of the best shopping paradise on earth,especially those designer goods,real cheap,gd deal,best bargain and shop crazee women especially will go nuts shopping down there and too bad that pair of vans classic limited edition sk8 hi don't come in my size,or i would have rob it as well.the situation was crazy there,real cold,and too many shoppers both local and foreigners.it was good.





on the last day,i took a cab to macau tower alone,where i got the opportunity to visit Da Vinci's exhibition.i was stopped by the security guys when i took out my digicam and started snapping pix,ahh..spent almost 3 hrs there,until it's time to rush back to the hotel.



short trip yet an enjoyable and unforgettable one.but i don't think i'm goin back to macau,but china,yeah i'm comin' back,baby!

and talkin' about me eatin' eggs,during our bus ride journey,somebody passed around a box containing some tarts,and without thinkin,i just grabbed my fingers on it,and munchin it and swallowed it down,when the boys at the back hollered;

"hey Sam!how was it?"-they asked

"how was what,yo?"-i replied

"the damn tart that u ate?"-and again

"good and sweet bro,why?"-i'm puzzled

"coz the damn tart got egg,its a portuguese egg tart u juz ate!!haha!!"

i guess it's ok,damn egg tart,but it was as big as my palm,sweet and juicy yo!