Over and out

I'm definitely over W.O.D... i think.

At least i'm not pining like before...although i won't say no if W.O.D decides to start wanting to get into my pants. Hahaha.

Life has been so boring. And by life, i mean my LOVE life. Which has been virtually non-existent and entirely barren. i think i need someone whom i can call n bug every hour, every day. Wait. Let me rephrase that: i think i need someone i can call n bug and whom i would want to call n bug every hour, every day. There. Close to not happening at all. Where are all the hot people?! Not here, i can tell u. Well, with the exception of my gang (we're the only hot people around!)

Speaking of hot people, it seems that ah c is slowly revealing her sexual preference to the public, albeit in a subtle way. Actually, to me, she's already revealed it a long time ago - all those hints she's dropped during interviews n her constant ambiguous replies regarding her sexual preference - so bloody obvious she's trying to tell people yes, she's gay! Can't believe people are only starting to realise.

Some say that it'll be career suicide if she did come out. Just look at Ellen Degeneres. You would think that the 'free-est' country in the world would be accepting of such a declaration, but noooo. Such narrow-minded hypocrites.

Honestly, i think the more popular ah c gets, the more the HK public aren't going to care if she's gay or straight. If she is gay, she'll be the first gay HK woman celeb to ever come out. How cool would that be? I mean, look at leslie cheung. When he finally came out, he was still as popular as ever. Then there's Yam Kim Fai and Pak Suet Sin. Yam was always in men's clothes and the both of them were always together, even living together. But nobody ever questioned their relationship. The HK public just accepted it as it was. And we're talking about the older generation here.

Let's just say, based on past experiences, the scene bodes well for ah c if/when she decides to come out.

Bali hai!

What a holiday it was.

5-star accommodation all the way! Ok, I lie. It was 6-star accommodation all the way!

Our own private pool. Breakfast cooked for you in your villa. A free bottle of wine upon arrival. What else could you ask for?Check out these pics and turn green with envy:

Our villa in Seminyak - days 1, 2 and 3: The Villas, Seminyak



Our villa in Ubud - days 3, 4 and 5: Komaneka Tanggayuda



Lounging by the poolside, lounging in the pool, drink in hand, and with no regard for time. It was definitely something we could get really used to. And since we were already paying so much for the accommodation, we made sure we made use of it to the full!

So how was Bali post-second bombing?

Quiet. Extremely quiet.

I don't know if it was because it was low season or people were really keeping away. Security was rather tight too. Bags are searched and security guards run a metal detector over your body before you enter certain establishments - especially those frequented by lots of Westerners.

There wasn't much to buy this time around (well, for me anyway. My friends, on the other hand, bought quite a number of stuff - it was their first time there, after all). Most of my money (our money) was spent on food and drinks. From fine dining to warung dining to dining in a shack, we tried them all. Westernfare rules and rates quite highly here. Unfortunately, the same can't be said about the local food. Although the babi guling (suckling pig) at Ibu Oka in Ubud, the BBQ pork ribs at Warung Naughty Nuri's in Ubud and the pork satay at Made's Warung in Kuta, are items not to be missed.

Gastronomical Bali:
Sunset dinner at La Lucciola, Seminyak. Delicious Italianfare with a great selection of wines. Our first and last 'expensive' dining experience in Bali. We sorta died when the bill came.



Lunch at Bali Deli, Seminyak. Lovely little cafe tucked behind a supermarket. The pasta we had was cooked to perfection. Now, that's what we call al dante.


Crispy duck at Bebek Bengil, Ubud. Nothing to shout about. It's just duck deep fried till its crispy. Something which we were told we had to try while in Ubud. So we did. Been there, done that, would probably not go back there again.



BBQ pork ribs at Naughty Nuri's, Ubud. Yummy! And their Martinis are incredibly smooth and damn strong.




And babi guling at Ibu Oka, Ubud. It's basically pork cooked different ways. You don't even get to order. You sit down and immediately the plate with all this meat is placed in front of you. Pork crackle, pork sausage, pork skin, pork slices served with rice and some sort of veggie. It was the cheapest meal we had in Bali and one of the yummiest! Just try to ignore all the flies buzzing around the open 'kitchen' as you walk in.



Yup. We ate, drank, ate, drank, ate, drank, shopped and slept. Total gluttons.

Now, I have to make up for it by going to two yoga classes a day, every day for the rest of the week.

Coming home

At the end of a holiday, I usually feel like I can't wait to get back. After awhile, I tend to miss my bed, my car, the security of the people I love around me, etc. I just want to go home to it all again. No matter how great a time I've had when on holiday.

And then I reach home soil.

And every single thing irritates and annoys the shit out of me. It just makes me wonder if I really had wished to come home.

My country boasts of its hospitality and friendliness. Yea, sure. If you're a foreigner. Especially, if you're a westerner. From on board the plane, till when you arrive at the airport, to everywhere else. It's bad enough that a country which teaches English as a second language has so many front service staff who speak it appallingly. It's not only the language, it's the frickin' attitude too. Service just doesn't rate high on this country's scale. Service staff are rude, misinformed, lazy and indifferent. Oh, and extremely slow too.

Just having returned from Bali, one cannot help but compare the level of service between the countries. I have to say, my whole stay there was filled with impeccable service. It didn't matter if it was just a small little shop/shack.

And then I return home. And it begins. The level of pathetic service. At our first class international airport, my friends and I were forced to take the luxury airport limo even though we requested for a normal limo (price difference of RM30+). The woman who was serving my friends literally shouted across to me (as I was standing away from the counter with our luggage) to show her the amount of baggage we had with us. Even though there were 3 of us, we only had two pieces of luggage - or rather, one and a half pieces of luggage. Yet, the supposedly 'friendly' counter staff 'proclaimed' that our luggage would not fit into a normal limo. Not only that, when my friends insisted that we wanted the normal limo, the 'friendly' counter staff had the nerve to say, well, if you want the cheaper limo, you'll have to queue and you'll have to queue long. Well, bitch, we have all the time in the world. And we're not giving you the pleasure of conning us out of an additional RM30+.

Of course, when we got to where the limos were, there was no queue.

Now, if we were white-skinned foreigners or the rich Asian bow-at-everything-kind, I doubt very much she would have had that same attitude towards us.

Double standard. What else can you call it.

It's everywhere. It's even in the apartment I live.

And that really irks me. I mean, geesh, I live here. This is my home, my property. When I arrive home, I expect politeness. Especially since indirectly I am paying your frickin' salary. I expect you to be polite to my guests too. What I don't expect is for you to treat my guests or me like peasants if I don't have a datuk/tan sri title to my name or if I don't drive a frickin' Mercedes Benz. The only reason you're in a million-over ringgit property is because I employ you to be here. You're the peasant, asshole. And when you make it difficult for me or my guests to enter MY OWN property, you can bet there's going to be hell to pay.

I'm a bitch. You really don't want to cross my path.

November rent

Karen Mok wait for me!

Managed to find two other friends crazy enough to pay the exorbitant amount of money to watch a musical which they have never heard of before. I love them to bits! Hahaha.

Rock. Indie. Pop

I've been rediscovering Western music this last month or so.

Part of that is also due to there been nothing new or interesting on the Hong Kong music front. It does get a little tiring listening to HOCC's Leung Juk over and over and over and over again. Granted it's a wonderful piece of work (compared to Glam, it's a fabulous piece of work!), I do still need a break from it now and then. And since there wasn't really anything that interested me from my collection of Chinese CDs...

So, who have I been listening to lately?

Bon Jovi's 'Have a nice day'.
Gwen Stefani's 'Love. Angel. Music. Baby'.
Alex Parks 'Honesty'.
Imogen Heap's 'Speak for yourself'.

and that one song from Pussycat Dolls.

'Don't cha wish your girlfriend was as hot as me.'

Damn cool. Love the lyrics. The lead singer is bloody hot too. Hahahaha.

Anxiously waiting for Madonna's 'Confessions on the dancefloor' now.

And can At17 and Chet release their new albums now! Also, Leung Juk the DVD, quick quick quick!

Life is boring without music.

And hot chicks.