Whee! Doing a stunt!

Hello, I blog!

I write with no particular theme in mind, because I am random like that.

Jun
08 2008

Want some swimming lessons?

Spotted this sign by the roadside this evening and was a little amused by it.

Swimming lessons!

Swimming lessons, you say?

I hope it’s not conducted in that drain it’s attached to. :P

I doubt the sign’s owner realized his little folly there – that his sign may drive home the wrong message. But I thank him for that little laugh I got anyway.

———————–

Ah, well. Should be heading off to lala-land soon since it’d be another early day for me tomorrow as my family and I make another twice-yearly venture to the unknown terrain (HA. HA. HA.) of Genting Highlands.

Me, my heavy (full of rocks?!?) baggage, sunburn (ouch!) and rashes (developed an allergic reaction to the groundwater showers at Pulau Sibu – delayed reaction but heck, still as itchy as ever!) are all ready and raring to go!

Jun
07 2008

12:18 PM

Travel

7 comments

Three days, two nights at Pulau Sibu

So, I’m finally back – albeit a much darker version of my former self.

We’ve had bright sunshine, sand and sea, as well as loads of strong winds and sea breezes over the past three days at Pulau Sibu. The water was mostly turquoise-green, whereas it was completely clear and blue at one of the smaller islands (Pulau Kukus) that we were brought to.

I’m going to launch into a long grandmother’s story about the trip itself – so feel free to filter out whichever parts you’re more interested in reading. Alternatively, you can let the photos do the talking.

10 simple facts about the Pulau Sibu Trip
1) Five people were stung by jellyfish during snorkeling. (No, I wasn’t one of them – wasn’t snorkeling either because I can’t swim to save my life.)

At the beach!

At the beach near Sea Gypsy Resort.

2) We went to a total of four beaches – scattered around various parts of the island. Three with reasonably clear water, and one with clear blue water which I couldn’t bear to leave. Oh, and one of them beaches wasn’t the usual sandy ones we have – instead, there was smooth marble and limestones in various shapes and forms making up the shoreline.)

3) While all my friends have received plentiful of sandfly bites, I’ve received less than five – all thanks to the extremely effective insecticide brought by a friend. (Although it boggles the mind why THAT friend was the worst hit among all of us when it came to insect bites.)

4) We’ve eaten enough crabs, prawns, sotongs (cuttlefish) and fish to last us a lifetime.

5) All of us agreed unanimously that we hated the toilets at the resort.

There were four toilets/bathrooms that had to be shared among all the rooms on the ground floor – and they were often sandy, smelly, dark, brimming with dirty footprints and mosquitoes.

Plus, there was always some joker who would blatantly refuse to flush the damn toilet. Grr.

6) Four of us are horrendously sunburnt now – and I happen to be one of them. (Around the shoulders and the back of my neck – ooooh, ouch.)

7) I’ve been on enough boat rides to last me a lifetime either – with me tying on my lifejacket as tightly as I can, and clinging on to the side (or any available handlebars) on the boat with my dear life because … I can’t swim, remember?

8) Watching the tides going up and down proved to be an extremely interesting experience.

When we first reached the resort – it was high tide to the point that the disembarking area of the jetty was flooded, so everyone had to walk in the water.

However, at 6 in the morning, the sea had gone all the way out that even the jetty was moored in the middle of nowhere with nothing but sand all around it.

And take note – the jetty was a considerable distance away from the shoreline! (About 200m.)

9) I held a live fish for the first time during fishing – it was wet and slimy, and the scales were falling off all over my hands. Was pretty much amused at how the fish was still its usual silvery grey colour when it was first caught while it loses all its colouring (through the shedding of its scales, perhaps?) once it dies to an extent that it becomes transparent, revealing all its insides.

Our Resort

Our resort’s sign at the jetty.

10) The resort we stayed at was Sibu Coconut Village Resort.

A pretty run-down place with dark and musty rooms, and inconsistent bedsheet colours. Basically, don’t expect any form of cleanliness when you reside here. Also, the power generators went down three times.

Unfortunately, this was already one of the better resorts they have on the island and we didn’t spend that much time within the resort premises anyway.

Jun
03 2008

Girls make better men than … men.

If my friends and I were born male instead of female – I swear we’d make far better men than the existing men around. One phrase to describe today’s men, to sum them all up – chivalry is dead.

M and I reported for our exam invigilation duties and somehow found ourselves holding the glass doors open for one another at a 7-eleven store. (Imagine a glass door with two panels – me holding open one side and M holding the other side, basically staring at each other dumbly, unsure whom should go first.)

It happened again when we had to enter the building via another glass door.

That was when M concluded the whole situation with the title of this post – that girls (ahem, us) make far better men than err yes, men.

Why? Because we hold the doors open for each other (girls will most definitely appreciate that), offer to carry stuff for each other (again, another characteristic appreciated by girls) and the last quality that M swears I possess – that I swear like a bullet train. (Hehehehehe.)

In fact, it wasn’t just M and myself who would make good men.

A few days later …

Stef and I found ourselves stranded at the library after a sudden downpour. We had to part in different directions. but I offered to walk her to the bus stop since I had the good ol’ umbrella ella ella with me … or so I thought. (Okay, still about Brenda the MAN here but continue to read on!)

Realized later that my umbrella was nowhere in my bag (oops) – which means that I can’t walk Stef to the bus stop, which also means that both of us were back to square one – still trapped at the library. So much for being chivalrous. :(

Had to sit around and wait for the rain to stop in the end.

Later, Stef offered to walk me to my destination – which was a considerable distance away. I agreed after a slight tussle. (Because it means troubling her, but she insisted she was fine with it.) So, she walked me to my destination. (See? Chivalrous Stef!)

And in return, I walked her to the nearest bus stop at my destination.

Basically, we were walking each other to and fro. (Which I thought was rather hilarious.)

Will be away for the next two and a half days or so. Will be at Pulau Sibu, Malaysia with several crazy people from early morning tomorrow, trekking (yay!), soaking up the sun (yay!), watching them snorkel and participate in water sports (because I can’t swim) and capturing photographs like mad (sunrise/sunsets there are supposed to be spectacular).

So … until then! (:

Page 62 of 65First...6061626364...Last
More Stuff