Four hours if it wasn't for the dinner interruption. Talk about being extreme.
From total silence to 'almost' instantaneous blogging.
Well, the biggest reason for not blogging is always procrastination. So since I somehow found myself filled with determination and oddly happy this afternoon, I told myself "Just do it!"
In which I did.
So what exactly happened six hours ago?
I had a crabby lunch.
Crabby. Not crappy.
Bought a Groupon deal for a 'crabilicous' meal at Maple Palace and decided to go for it this afternoon with the parents. Made reservations and turned up. Easy peasy.
Waa-laaa! Lo and behold, this pair of tools were already waiting for us at our table.
Talk about good service! If you must know, our little tea cups were never empty throughout our meal, no thanks to the very 'attentive' service from the waiters and waitresses there
(to the point where mom was slightly annoyed).
Cue papa's voice: Too much of a good thing is bad. Hehe.
But it's nice to know that you don't get second-tiered treatment merely because you arrived with a coupon deal. Overall, I'll give Maple Palace an A for service. The price on the other hand, well, it's not outrageously expensive but let's just say it's not a place for your everyday casual lunch. Oh wait, not my everyday casual lunch. Judging by the customers around us, this is the place for their everyday casual lunch. Each to their own affordability I guess.
And our great Salted Egg Crab with Glutinous Rice arrived,
looking all mouth-watering yummy delicious.
And that's poor mama allowing the camera to eat first before she does. Hahaha.
We ordered another extra plate for Stir Fried Lotus with Lily Buds and Green Vegetables which now I looked at it was in fact missing Lily Buds and Green Vegetables. Hahaha. Though I don't mind the mushrooms, wood ears, cauliflower, baby corns and everything else that came with it either.
The price of RM15 is actually pretty reasonable judging from the ingredients and the place. Though just like any other restaurants, you'll end up forking a lot of a little extras for tea, peanuts, napkins, etc, etc, etc. And RM2.00 for parking. Hmmph.
But it was an enjoyable meal and I guess once in awhile you just gotta pay that little bit of extra to feast a class above your daily meals. I bet that's how I ended up coming home feeling 'oddly happy' enough to actually blog about it.
It's definitely been awhile. So what am I up to? What's with the silent treatment? Nothing much actually except I bought myself some Photobooks. Again. And am busy at work. Again.
The funny thing is sometimes I get all worked up and motivated over the entire process. Picking photos, arranging them, putting words into them, etc. And then suddenly in the middle of it all, I just feel what a self-indulgence this is. I mean it's actually nothing more than syok sendiri. Yes, they're going to be awesome memory books and all, so what?
It's funny how you can get from one emotion to another so quick.
Like how this suppose-post about my birthday spontaneously ended up
being a post about my conflicting self. O_O
Alright. Back to the topic, shall we?
This year I decided to tune it up. Literally. Like let's just not eat to celebrate. Let's eat... and sing to celebrate! Oh dear, me singing? When Cik Datang found out about it she cynically asked if it rained. Cis! But yeah, it was different and because of that, we have a different set of photo memories to cherish this year.
But the best shot of the night has to be this!
Papa singing/trying to be Aerosmith.
Yup, my papa is awesome. *hearts*
Well, karaoke happened few days before my actual birthday
just so we can celebrate with little sis while she's home.
On the actual birthday itself, well, I have to go to work. Boo.
But I received this at work. Yay!
A gift from Cik Datang. Eco(nomical)-friendly wrapped in a printed recycled paper
with ribbon drawn on top. As expected from an Art Director.
Well, inside this gift bag was...
... a little bag!
And inside this little bag...
... was a big bag!
Talk about a bag of surprises. :)
As a "Ohayo-Arigatou-Hai" Japanese-influenced lady that I am
(though recently I've been splashed by the Korean wave),
my other fellow colleagues generously treated me out to...
Duh. A Japanese lunch.
Where strangely has *ahem* an interesting selection of magazines.
Anyhow, I enjoyed my big bowl of Muscle Noodle, I mean Mussel Ramen.
And managed to shoot a Samsung Galaxy S2 ad at the same time.
Group shot! Thank you guys!
As if muscle-filled lunch was not yummy enough...
...in came a precious box of sweeeeet memories!
A gift from dearest Cubbie who is one of the few who know about my longstanding love for Slam Dunk. She was worried that it was a bit old school but to me, that just show we go way back. (Though still not long enough if you ask me) Let's go for another 10, 20, 30 years and beyond, eh Cubbie? *hearts*
To end this special day with a special cake.
It's really special in that papa even made an effort to order it the day before. Haha. Sure it's no secret recipe but I am still very much touched by the effort especially since we usually buy a cake off the shelve every year. I told papa that I don't need an expensive dinner treat or anything but just a good cake. I love cakes! Like LOVE. And this Blueberry Cake (though very unexpected in choice... haha) was very very deliciousssss! Thank you papa, and mummy, too of course. Which reminds me, where's my sister in all these? Cis cis!
My nine precious cupcakes was kept in the fridge until the weekend when I finally had the time to give them the attention they deserve. Took a good amount of photos of each of them to store in my great memory bank. :)
And for that, here's the last shot for this year's oh-my-gawd-i'm-getting-older occasion.
My papa was a kampung kid. Then again, who wasn't back in the days? Grandpa works with the police, not as a policeman but an admin clerk of some sort. So he gets transfered around from time to time. Anyhow, papa's childhood seemed to be the most memorable in Baling. I believe that when he began to hit his early teenage years.
Today, a delightful story came up. From green tiny soldiers (which were already a litte old school), we went back further into time when little boys play in big paddy fields.
"I remember last time kite was only 20 cents. When my father bought us our first kite, we were so excited we couldn't sleep. We got up at about 6 the next morning when it was still dark outside and went out to fly our kite. By 7 we came home already. Hahaha. The grass was still wet with dew and every time our kite fell, it got wetter and wetter and eventually torn. Our brand new kite didn't even last an hour."
One story eventually led to another. From his own silly kite-making stories to the great "Ang Mor Lao" people that makes the most awesome kites with glass threads on. But it is this short little story that he started with that puts a smile on my face (and a good laugh). That's when I thought, it's time to pen these stories down somewhere. Hopefully, this will be the first of many. :)
That's the thing about having a smartphone with you. It's easier to capture the moment and record it down. So easy that you sometimes wonder why do you even need to blog about it after that? But even though I don't blog religiously, I know that this blog remains the one constant that I can count on even after all the many technology fads that may come and go.
I admit, I love my Instagram. A lot.
But even more, I love the moments I took with it.
Enough to take the trouble to have them here as well.
Like the very first shot I took with my brand new phone.
Colours of the rain. - 5 June 2012
The day the fangirl in me flailed. - 11 June 2012
The day I visited the hospital for a check-up and turns out...
The longest queue at the hospital is at the bakery. - 23 June 2012
The day I went down the rabbit hole and into the land of origami.
おりがみ ♥ - 27 June 2012
And from then on, it was no turning back.
おりがみ origami class 3: panda mama and child - 28 June 2012
I couldn't stop.
おりがみ class no 5: doggie meets inuchan ♥ - 2 July 2012
Until it was turning into a zoo... that's when I knew I had to stop.
It's getting a little crowded in here. - 2 July 2012
Sometimes, there is no need for words and all that was captioned
for this was a simple heart.
♥ - 6 July 2012
Brandfest 2012. It's been a long day. - 9 July 2012
So I may be very generous in 'giving' my heart away when it comes to food.
Sauteed mushroom is ♥ - 11 July 2012
Capturing Tizer being all kinds of adorable.
The jam you love to hate. - 20 July 2012
Had one good meal after another.
A very yummy meal. A very happy tummy. ♥ - 19 July 2012
Wanted to go to Korea but ended up in Taiwan instead. - 25 July 2012
A week to remember. Hwaiting! ↖(^ω^)↗ - 31 July 2012
Breakfast for RM3.30. ♥ the egg. - 2 August 2012
Cafe 다리 ♡ - 3 August 2012
So finally we did end up in 'Korea'.
Ironically, a friend on Facebook actually asked if we were in Korea.
Yes. This is it. This is the last of my L.E.P.A.K posts. The adventure is coming to an end.
Just a little bit more to go. Are you ready?
I'm not. :(
But here goes! Our morning market stroll was greeted with all kinds of 'wacky'.
Seriously. Who would be looking for Ice Cold Water in this weather?
The must-have Notting Hill shopping bag. ;)
Umm... for those who are patriotic inside and out?
Alright. There's nothing really 'wacky' about this stall.
It's just that we passed by it, took a shot and moved along...
...and then when we passed by it again, much later...
Lots and lots of pastries to choose from. We bought some to munch later.
It was a very 'bread' day for us. £1 each or 3 for £2.70.
Very affordable to the locals but that's a whooping RM13 to us. Oh well.
Merry men playing merry music for the merry people on the street.
They were pretty good but we're pretty poor, so yeah. Haha.
This was the point where we decided it's time
to make a U-turn and head back. Time to go 'home'. :(
One last pretty before we go.
Good bye Baker Street.
Struggle struggle. Resist resist.
Waaaaaa.... at the waiting lounge.
Attempts one last shot together.
One last London meal. Yes, bread again. But this was soooo yummy too.
The Real Prawn Salad with crazy load of fresh prawns. Squashy. Yummy.
And so it begun... our 13-hour flight back to Malaysia.
Think the story has come to an end?
I'm not done yet.
I want to remember some details on board.
You see, our plane took off at approximately five in the evening. The scenery outside changed from daylight to sunset, from sunset to total darkness and from night to sunrise and back to full daylight as shown in the sequence of photos above. During our flight from Malaysia to London, it was just daylight throughout the entire journey as we were travelling backwards in time, so we were stuck with 13 hours of daylight.
So naturally this time, everyone went to bed at one point during the flight.
That's normal right?
The thing was that it's Air Asia X. Not exactly the most comfortable long haul flight out there. Economical, yes. Spacious comfort, yes, if you pay more for a premium flat bed. So yeah, all of us 'economical' travellers were making the best out of the situation.
That was until a guy came right beside my seat and decided to create his own 'flat bed'
by laying on the floor.
You see. The usual plane seating would be 3-3-3, until you reach towards the curvy end of the plane where it gets narrower and the seating order changes to 2-3-2. Cik Anai and I were lucky enough to be seated at the very first 2-seater row. Yay! That means no stranger sitting with us. Double Yay because that also means we don't have to risk sitting next to a super big guy or a super smelly guy or a super talkative guy... (okay, I'm sounding a tad too bias and judgemental here but you get the idea).
But apparently we got ourselves a super strange guy instead.
Who was laying right beside my seat, on the floor, trying to be as close to the side as possible because hello, the floor is of course, the aisle!
And because it was 'night' time and everyone was 'asleep', no flight attendant actually noticed or came to ask the man to 'remove' himself.
The awkwardness continued for about 15 minutes or so and finally he stood up and left.
After that, we passed through what we believed to be the desert, the Himalayas and we're home!
Our instant reaction?
Hot. Hot. Hot. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Our first meal upon touch down?
Curry Mee and Koay Teow Ting.
Unfortunately, we had them at the airport. So not yummy.