Holiday Blue

My 1st day of the long holiday is ruined. Somehow, somewhat, it's all within expectation. Initially, I packaged it into a better form to make myself better by having a shopping spree. Worse, I don't even have the mood to shop right now. I'm really broke this month and I'm so unhappy that I was prepared to splurge on clothes despite the big existing hole in my wallet. I should pamper myself even if no one is going to or put their shoes in my plight (Right???). Unfortunately, my craving for food and the urge to shop is gone. I'm feeling like a dead corpse, sitting before my squarish laptop, staring into space effortlessly like I gonna be zombified. Most probably, I'm f**king bored at home. Plan crashed and I'm feeling hungry and lazy to eat.

 

How awesome is my holiday... tell me bout it...

 

I was browsing thru the internet and reading some blogs. Then, I came across breakfast. Yes, yes, I love breakfast and I feel sad because it's been a long while since I last had something nice for myself. Well, talking about food, I used to read online reviews about delicious food with good ambience. Most likely, I'll hunt that place within a short while/period. Now, I'm literally repeating again and again. It's like so boring to have the same old food running like a repetition. That was partly because I was busy with stuffs and so on-and-on. I was so tired that I had to rest pretty often.

 

Weekend rest was never sufficient because a good rest had never enter my life. I was busy working from Monday to Thursday, packed with endless paper material to be prepared, entering data required, feeling like a Einstein. I had to travel to bf's place to keep him accompany during weekends. My eyes could barely open whenever I was on the bus to his place. There was this once, I missed my stop (Holy shit!!!). I was so tired that I alighted from the bus and took a cab instead. Yep 5 bucks gone in a less than 5 minutes ride.

 

Yep, weekend was meant to be the best days of my life. I was caught up with other stuffs and forced myself into wide awake mode in the middle of the night watching shows to console myself that I finally had time for myself. That was "thought-to-be". The fact is, I fell asleep halfway through. Bf watching show beside me while I was dozing off. I can doze off 3 to 4 times and each dozed-off period lasted for 10 to 15 minutes. I woke up from time to time and lost track of the story of the movie. At the end of the day, I'll probably thought that the show was boring, lame because I could not understand the show due to dozing off. Like-a-sad. I thought so too.

 

Then, I strongly believe a simple night outing would make my life brighter and wiser. I gave tons of good suggestions about what-to-do. In fact, my suggestions are great. Unfortunately, none were recognised and adapted. I got stranded. Not really bad but I just didn't enjoy myself. Seated down with peacefulness and serenity. That probably calmed my mood but angered me badly because it was a waste of time to do so in the middle of the night. I need a productive life. I ended my night feeling sad, oh well, dawn maybe.

 

Ever since my road trip in July, I had been feeling really tired. I ended my trip on a Monday and I reached home on a Tuesday morning about 5am. I only rested for 2 hours before I resumed with my work. My working hours ain't like office hours. I have long breaks in between but I ended my day after 9pm. My energy level was at its lowest point of my life. I tried to rest during the weekends but it was never enough and bf suggested bring me out for breakfast at this so-wrong timing. Sigh.

 

Finally, it was my weekend and I thought that it's gonna be really awesome because I'll be having one night stay at MBS. I suffered another attack after the trip. It's like I had enjoyed for a short period and suffered attacks for longer period.  

 

Here goes my Thursday holiday again. I intended to shop happily at JEM, walk around Jcube to buy a Mickey Mouse from the newly open shop, pamper myself with a KOI cup in hand, take a bus to Daily Scoop to grab my Salted Mr. Brown and enjoy a slice of radish cake. Hopes dashed and I'm starving home alone due to mood swing.

Feeling envious to see my friend on a date with bf to really nice places, having good food whereas I'm home sweet home. It's not my post menstrual syndrome to be blamed. Damn it, I bet you agreed that I had a terrible tiring month. Feeling holiday blue.

 

Happy Holidays,

Pzy 

Trip begins

27th June 2013

Sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake.

 

Bf drove over from KL to JB to pick me up. Ahhh, seemed nice but not so. In fact, he offended and upset me a few days back before the trip which explains his thoughtfulness. He isn't that thoughtful most of the time. Anyway, I'll graciously accept his good effort. He'd be fuming mad or turning green pale after reading. Yes, he stalked my blog.

 

Bf surprised me with Doraemon (below). It was the biggest one at the fair even though it looked small in the picture. We bought some food and drinks before the beginning of our road trip. I haven't been on a road trip before in my entire life. I always thought it'd be cool to drive on your own (even though I'm not the one driving, I'll be glad to be the passenger) stopping by wherever you want to. We planned a good itinerary and followed accordingly. No hiccups this time round and the trip was perfect. 

 

#Doraemon

 

It was a 3 hours ride to Malacca by car. We stayed at Mio Boutique Hotel again for it's beautiful room. It's a little way out of the place by walking. You probably have to walk 15 minutes to Jonker Street unless you are driving. Otherwise, you may wish to consider staying at the hotels within Jonker Street. The distance seems pretty fine to me.

 

#Interior

 

#Famosa Chicken Rice Restoran  

#Famosa interior

 

We went on a weekday and the street was rather quiet. I had read up some news regarding the election and I learnt that the government wanted to close down the street maintaining shop houses only to ease the traffic. According the local, it wasn't entire true.

 

Disclaimer: The above information might not be true. It is based on online information and comments.

 

The entire street was like silent hill (exaggerating). We did ask one of the staff and she is not willing to disclose any further.

 

#Bf and I

 

#My first meal of the day

 

I had been munching on bread in the car. Poor bf had his bread while driving because we had no time to lose. I wanted to have Bah Ku Teh initially. We had our lunch at Famosa Chicken Rice Restoran and that was my first proper meal of the day. It was one of the famous outlet at Malacca. You will never fail to see queues during the weekends. I like their Otah very much. According to bf, the Otah is from Muar (Not too sure if I spelt correctly). It wasn't wrapped in leaves. It came in a thick individual form. It's super yummy.

 

#Fruit Tea

 

The tea comes in different flavours chilled. I tried all flavours and passion fruit is still my favourite. It's really sweet and the truth is, I like the bottle even more. Therefore, I usually took a few sips and handover to bf in order to save up space for more food.

 

Street was closed and there was nothing much to see. Fortunately, bf was driving. He turned on the GPS and we headed for the nearby shopping mall. Apparently, their so-called "Neighbourhood Shopping Mall" is much bigger than our local (sg) ones.

 

#Garden Recipe

 

Obviously, I chose this restaurant for it's cute cottage exterior.

 

#Restaurant interior

 

#Bf and I

 

#Chicken chunks

 

#Chendol

 

We headed our way back to the hotel, took a short rest before heading out for the night. There are many delicious local delight at Malacca. You can hardly find such local delight street snack or street hawker in Singapore. In fact there's none other than those commercialised ones at Chinatown you can find. We had our dinner at this little street stall.

 

#Alley food stall

 

Basically, there ain't tall tables and high chairs. Most probably, you will be seated near drains and washing areas with lizard and cockroaches. I had serious night blindness and I could not see well in the dark. That's a minus point for me. On the positive side, I couldn't see cockroaches and lizard. If you are a hygiene freak, this place may not suit you. Well, that depends.

 

We grabbed a table and chairs, placed our order. By the way, this stall appeared on newspaper and celebrities from Malaysia and Singapore patronized it. Surprised indeed.

 

#At the stall

 

#Yummy

 

#At the theatre

 

Jonker Street did not operate on weekday night. Therefore, there was nothing much to see and do. We washed up ourselves after our dinner because it was a warm and humid day. The cooking smell immersed our clothes causing us to stink badly. We jumped into comfortable pyjamas and made our way out to the nearest mall for movie. Yes, I was really in draped pyjamas and flowery short. People were dressing neat and nice except me. Worse of all, I had no makeup on because I was really lazy and sleepy. My mind was all about sleeping right away after the movie.

 

Bf drove back to the hotel after the movie and I could still remember that it was so cold that I kept urinating. Faint die me. It was mad scary to go toilet alone in foreign country especially when you are not familiar with the place. Worse, the toilets have no toilet paper forever and you have to bring your own one.

 

Have a nice day ahead.

 

Cheers,

Pzy 

Fabulous proud

3rd August 2013

A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be.

 

I finally met my Bestie (Jason) since his recovery. It's been quite a while since his recovery. Honestly, I respected him for having the courage to move on. In this realistic world, the number or earthlings being able to accept drastic changes is relatively small. Problems arise from time to time, people using extreme problem solving methods or even death as an easy way out. Fighters exist but they need time to brave up their courage. My Bestie is extraordinary because he took up the challenge right away that makes me proud of him. Tears trickled within him, but he told me "Life goes on!" I clearly remembered the day he wrote that phrase on an Ipad at his ward. 

 

 

"What doesn't kill you makes your stronger, stand a little taller, doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone. "

 

 

He had done us proud and I'm pretty sure he's already taller than anyone else. 

 

#3 hours of BBQ marathon

 

It was a pleasant dinner and I was glad that everyone had a whale of a time. It was a fabulous day.

 

Have a nice day.

 

Cheers,

Pzy