Formula 1 Part 1

Formula 1 Malaysian Grand Prix, Part 1

"Honda, The Power of Dreams"
Dream I did, and powerful it was. On 22-23rd May 2008, Honda made my dream come true. From just a simple entry form, consisting of some questions and a slogan, to being the selected winners of Grandstand tickets for 2 to the prestigious Malaysian Grand Prix at the Sepang International Circuit, believe it or not, that alone caught me by surprise. It didn't just end there. Honda made absolutely sure that we had the most spectacular F1 weekend, with 2 x Sapphire 3-days Grandstand tickets worth Rm 1600 each, exclusive Paddocks Pass to tour the pits, 3-day Parking sticker worth Rm 50, exclusive invites to Honda's Street Party at The Curve to meet Rubens Barrichello and Super Aguri Drivers, lunch, dessert, beverages, fans, flags, t-shirts, caps, ear plugs and more all thrown in with excellent hospitality under the good hands of The Honda People.


How could I have asked for more. I'm eternally grateful to Honda, and will also make sure I'll get myself a Honda if I can help it =) For the record, Fluffy researched the questions and I did the slogan. So I guess we have found our winning formula in luck! Lol. Although the tickets were valid for 3 days, we managed only to attend both Qualifying Day and Race Day. But even 2 days are more than enough to fill our memory cards to the brim, with a whopping 1 GB worth of photos. *GRIN*

At the entrance of Formula 1 Village on Qualifying Day. Not many people there, which was fantastic to queue without people "accidently" rubbing against my *ahem* or wiping their sticky sweat on my shirt/skin, or come close enough to leave me no choice but inhale the tormenting aroma of their Body Odour! Wanted to get my hands on some exotic pieces of official team merchandise very badly! The words "Ferrari" and "The Prancing Horse symbol" on a piece of garment costs Rm150 for a spaghetti top to > Rm 300 for a jacket. I was so tempted to swipe my brand new credit card for it, but I didn't want my dad to breathe down my neck. I was wearing red anyway.

The magical entrance for the exclusive.
Never would I have thought that one day I will be able to enter anywhere through the VIP entrance. And it was sweet! Very short queue and efficient officials to give me our entrance band for the day. Ahh~ it was bliss watching other people squeezing through their other entrances, and lining up while being roasted ala Kenny Roger's Chicken under the scorching sun, Muahahahaha... Now I know why people would pay so much just to get a taste of this.

Boy oh boy, that's the starting grid, visible from my seat!
Oh and the podium! (First floor, green patch on the left.)

Also visible from my seat, the magical Turn-1-of-All-Possibilities in the distance, after a high speed potential straight right in front of me! Honda I love you so much.

A very excited me with my F1-clueless Fluffy. It was so funny that he didn't know how the qualifying day was gonna proceed, and when it ended, haha...

The VERY important ear plugs! Being that close to the race track, I was absolutely deafened by the beautiful sound of those V8 engines!! They took my breath away, and my ear drums with it. Well, nearly. I swear, even with those orange rubber stuffed deep inside my ear, the roar of the engines were still beyond bearable levels of loud -.-"

The very exclusive Paddocks Pass that allows only a handful of lucky ordinary citizens to tour the pits, get very very close to the very F1 cars that were being prepared for qualifying at the time, and actually find out what the mechanics actually do in that den.

This is as close as it gets. With a guide, to explain in detail the stuff that goes on around here.
"Any questions?", she asked at the end of the tour.
"How do I get a job here", said Fluffy.
(-.-") , me.

By the way, I think Honda's conservation and environmental efforts are fantastic! With "Save Our Rhinos" and "My Earth Dreams", this is ethical engineering excellence with a heart. Somewhere in the pits, Fluffy spotted Dawn Yang, with red blotches on her face. It's most probably the melted make up that has been blotted away. Lol. Want to know how she looks like in person? Ask him yourself for a non-biased point of view.

Okay, this is Nico Rosberg of Williams F1 team having lunch. Hehehe... *swoons*

While hanging around the F1 village, lookie what I found! I think he's hilarious, and deserves an award for this. Although I don't really know if Ferrari secretly paid him to do it, or he's just a Schizophrenic Hardcore Ferrari Fan.

Well, the Ferrari Flag was waved high and proud as both Ferrari drivers qualified beautifully on the front row! To be blatantly honest, I've seen more Ferrari flags over the weekend than the Malaysian Jalur Gemilang, for the whole of 2007.

The most annoying thing that day was that the cars are so incredibly fast, my shutter speed of 1/8 of a second couldn't quite catch up with it. Strangely, I managed to capture all the other cars better than the Ferraris, leading me to only one plausible conclusion. And that is, Ferraris are sooooo much faster! *squeals* Even before the car reached my screen, I clicked. All I got was an empty piece of car-less road, very frustrating. Lucky for me I attended Qualifying day, spent the whole day capturing empty pieces of road while practicing how to get the cars on my screen instead. You all better appreciate my photos, or face my wrath. *ROAR*

Trying to take a slimming photo of Fluffy. See? This pic shows a jaw line! I'm such a good photographer *Smug*

Did I mention the pit stops were right in front of us. A WHOLE ROW of them all!
In this picture, ING Renault's Nelsinho Piquet and Fernando Alonso, BMWS auber's Robert Kubica and Nick Heidfeld.

Toyota's Jarno Trulli (4th place) and Timo Glock, Toro Rosso's Sebastien Bourdais and Sebastian Vettel.
I think the pit stops are definitely one of the most exciting features in the race. Split second tyre changes, mechanical magic and the lollypop man working all together in a adrenaline rush to put a car together in just a few seconds! It was exhilarating just watching them, in awe. More pit stop photos in Part 2! Including Lewis Hamilton's and Kimi Raikkonen's...

Honda gave us a wonderful lunch! That's 1/4 roasted chicken over mashed potatoes, salad, brown gravy, garlic bread, and chocolate cake delivered right to our knees XD YUMS!

The "atas" water that XiaXue's always talking about. Apparently this is high class water from a higher ground level in the highlands of France, situated high above the Earth's Equator. Wow, very atas indeed, price also very atas. But no difference in taste okay! I took the lame effort of comparing nutritional values between this "atas water" and a "bawah water", namely our bottle water from underground source. Now that I think of it, our water is really "bawah" -.-" Well, atas water seems to have more minerals and electrolytes than bawah water. But I don't understand what's the big deal about it. Want more minerals in your water? Throw in 2 packets of Oral Rehydration Salt (ORS) into your bawah water and there you go lah! You get a pleasant orange flavour, mildly sweet taste, and a cure for your diarrhoea too! Still very much cheaper than the so called atas water.

To be continued in Part 2....

Formula 1 teaser

Advertisements over. Back to telling stories about my life now. I just had to most exciting weekend and I can't wait to tell.

Bernard and I scored 2 Grandstand tickets, worth Rm 1700 each by the way, to the Formula 1 Malaysian Grand Prix 2008!!!! Yay.... Courtesy of Honda Malaysia "The Power of Dreams". Hey, if Dawn Yang (yup, saw her there in person) can get Red Bull Racing to send her there, so can we. Minus the fake nose.

Qualifying Day
Proof of my presence at the very Sepang International Circuit.

Our great seats with Turn 1 in the distance =) Just a teaser for y'all.

Feast your eyes on Heikki Kovalainen and Lewis Hamilton's Pit. Teeheehee...

FULL entry + coverage on the amazing weekend coming right up, VERY SOON I promise.
With hundreds of photos from qualifying day, over 1GB worth of them, gimme some time to process them ya. Loves.

Political T-Shirt

I bet some of y'all have seen me floating around in campus with this cheeky white T-Shirt that says,

"I'm in an illegal gathering of more than 3 people" in front.
"Without a police permit" at the back.

This white tee has a distinctive attitude, you just can't bear to miss it!
Most of the responses I got were "That's a really cool shirt!". It was heart breaking I tell you, because the shirt is now official cooler than me *sobs* Shall turn you into a table rag, you ungrateful piece of politically twisted cotton! How can a piece of Rm15 T-Shirt be cooler than it's owner... Damn sad lo. I actually paid 15 bucks to be classified as more unworthy than an unbranded shirt.

For those who wants to fit in my shoes, here's your chance! Like the Ling-o-logy saying, if you can't get rid of the misery, SHARE the MISERY!!! Muahahahaha.....




Since the elections are over, no police are gonna have a water game with you for taking political sides. They probably got bored of it. How many people actually likes working in soaking wet underwears? Eww, so disgusting, wet underwears are like the perfect habitat for bacteria and yeast growth! Like Chlamydia, or vaginal candidiasis... Digression over.

Yeah, this time around, the whites are NO LONGER "Limited Edition" pieces. Which is sad for me, because my shirt is not special anymore. Thank you very much, the creator of this thing. Everything you need to know are as follows:

Deadline - April 2008. (So you can get them by the end of April)
Price - Rm 15 for now. Will be confirmed soon.

T-shirt measurements :

Baby-T = 32" 34" and 36″
S = 40″
M = 42″
L = 44″
XL = 46″

To order, Click this , and write your Name, Size, Colour, and Contact Details in the Comments Link. They would like to highlight that payment is strictly by CASH.

If you don't know your size go nick a disposable measuring tape from IKEA and start measuring your boobs/chest. Alternatively for the girls, you can check what's written on the label of your bra. Take the average if they're all different sizes, for whatever weird reason, I don't want to know thank you. By the way, there's also a Facebook group for this shirt, I don't know what for, but I guess it's to promote it. Have a click at it anyway.

Happy ordering.

P/s: I should charge some commission for doing this.

Tech feature on Ling-o-logy

Struck by a lightning, I have been zapped with infinite geek brain cells. With great powers, come great responsibility. And so, I have decided to save the world, by rescuing helpless non-geeks of the world!

Behold... Ling-o-logy shall be transformed, for the greater good, into a Tech Blog!!!
*Chiang chiang Dang Dang*

Kidding lah, hehehe... If you had believed that one bit, then you obviously don't know me enough. Shame on you. Please get to know me better ok. The fact is, I'm actually very hopeless in IT related stuff, and in fact, very dependent on my trusty roomate/housemate/tech support, LiLian Wong! Which I love so much, by the way.

She is a final year Computer and Information Systems undergraduate at my university. Recently, she has come up with a brilliant Tech Blog, all on her own. So smart leh... It provides an interesting read on up and coming technologies, as well as little gadget reviews that never ceases to amaze tech-noobs like me. So nevermind if you're a fellow tech-noob comrade, you'll be surprised that it's NOT one of those geek languaged, boring, makes-you-feel-geeky-just-reading-it kind of blog. In this blog, Lilian also logs her opinions, observations, and originality (The 3 'O's) into a comprehensive blog to benefit the world, while completing her assignment. Yes, it's part of her Developments in Digital Business module and it's graded by her lecturer. Do drop by for a read, support the young, aspiring Tech Support! Oh, and feel free to comment as well, she loves comments =) She even replies personally *squeals*

I hope whoever that is reading this will lend a helping hand, help my dear friend achieve better grades! Like I always say, you'll never know when you need that essential dose of good karma. Besides, its for your own good. Remember to leave comments ya! (It doesn't have to be a techie comment, it can be just layman and encouraging!)

As for my part, and to encourage more your participation in her blog, I shall leave the link of the blog as "Lilian's Tech Feature" in the "In the Blog-O-Sphere" section =) All the best my dear. Muacks!

National Pharmacy Sports Carnival (NPSC)

Enough procrastinating already. This is the last straw. I'm going to blog about it, even with the meager amount of photos that I have. Hands itchy, have not been blogging for over a week! It's been more than a fortnight since the event now, and the photos are somehow, not reaching me. Oh it's somewhere out there alright... it's with A, who passed the CD to B, who lent it to C, who is not done with it, and D who claims to be next in line for the CD...etc. Don't you just get tired of stuff like this sometimes?

The night before, we virtually didn't get any sleep. Camping at Grace's, we made an awful lot of disgusting egg sandwiches. By the way, the sandwiches tasted awesome, they were so popular there were none left by the end of the day. I said it was disgusting because I hate egg sandwiches in general, and I hate it even more after spending a whole night mashing up over a hundred eggs into paste with mayo. Eewwww, egg and mayo is like so gooey and mushy and just plain yucky, to me. I smelt like egg the entire event =( Guess these are times when heavy BO would come in handy.

Posing in front of Grace's TTS home in full pyjamas glory =D
Say Yuen with her yellow bag and pillow, Grace, Me and my pillow and my blanky, Juli with her pillow and her brand new bag.

After helping out with the sandwiches, Say Yuen, Juli and myself stayed up even longer to salvage what was left of our miserable banner. It's supposed to look more attractive than this, I swear. But that cheat of a printing company did such a horrible job. At such a cut-throat price. In such a long period of time. We didn't pay a bomb for them to churn out this piece of shit for a week. The colours are all out, they're not even at the right shade. The only thing we could do at such short notice was to DIY it. You just can't count on other people to do somethings right nowadays.

The Publicity Team behind the-banner-that-was-supposed-to-look-great.
Chin Hong flanked by moi, Say Yuen, Juli and Tennis Racquets. I think. or are those Squash racquets? I can never tell the 2 sport apart. Sports are evils things I tend to stay away from. They make me smelly, sweaty, drain my energy, waste my time and ruin my fattening diet even more. Big no-no, definitely, gotta keep those fats on. Speaking of my diet, I've resorted to having 2 dinners on certain day, I think I've grown a little, but my mum doesn't seem to agree. *sigh*

And then how would an event like this be complete without a formal opening ceremony. Dr.D gave a fantastic unconventional opening speech, it had everyone up in stitches! Since the guests get to sit comfortably in front, we get access to Gold Class seats, hehe, how many of Nottiez have had the honour to conquer the elusive "atas" (literally) seats?

I must say, the view is quite impressive, not to mention the seat were very warm, spacious and comfy!

Merck, Sharp and Dohme (MSD) were our sponsors for the day. In exchange for lunch, we surrendered our body and soul to their Cervical Cancer Presentation. This is better than making a deal with the devil! I mean, you get food, and freebies (folder, pen, 30 Glucosamine capsules, nice paper bag) if we would just sit down and listen to their presentation. Deal or No Deal?
DEAL LAH, OF COURSE!

Chow chow (orange) , one of the few working pharmacists who attended our event. Thank you so much for giving me so much face by coming. Although we couldn't offer much, and I was too busy to give good company, I was glad that he and his mate managed to walk away with a Gold in Men's Double in Badminton. Way to go!

Me flanked by ChowChow (white) and his stellar partner-in- crime victory.

Our Dean, Dr. Doughty, is most charming in this picture. He's a great sport really, participating in badminton and futsal in which they made it to Bronze in the Men's Futsal category. How many Deans these days are as cool as ours? He's ours and my new idol *smirk*

Mr.Wong and Dr.D keeping a hawk's eye on their potential opponents.
They're psycho-ing the rest, like what they always do to us. But you must love them for wearing our Pharmacy T-shirt so sportingly, and looking good in it too.

Duncan, an essential component of our illustrious Men's Basketball team which secured a Gold effortlessly to our delight. As Basketball Scorekeeper, I was only too eager to flip those score cards =) However, I must admit that I now view this fellow in a different light after the competition. It's amazing how you can get to know someone even better just by watching them throw an orange ball around. Although I'm pretty sure we might get to know each other more than we want to when we stay together in UK.
By the way, this dude is single, available and plays good basketball! Not to mention his future pharmacy profession brings in good money in future. Interested? Text me *wink*

The other 1/3 of our champion basketball team, Chong Ngie!
You can count on him to steal the limelight in any basketball game with his swoon-worthy moves, he scores full points in style! The girls were so impressed, we now have a ChongNgie Fan Club going. Moi would be the Vice President, because Juli is the President, haha! Guess what, he's going to be my housemate in UK. Jealous much? *snigger*
Wanted to get a shot with Neil, our star basketball player, but he was too preoccupied with a certain MBB who's out doing what she does best.

The basketball scorekeepers and timekeeper taking a break from the scorching sun. Nothing beats a good shade, a sip of cool water and a camwhoring moment to keep things cheerful. And stop staring at our legs. I know you're looking.

No prizes for guessing which one of the Help Squad member was caught slacking that day. It's not me because I'm too preoccupied with catching a slacking member, red handed, or red shirted rather.

Checking myself in the phone, mirrors are just too far away. Before it was half day, I was told that I was blushing as if I was drunk. Lol. Forgive me for being in such a mess. You would too if you were made to stand under the sun like a piece of salted fish, bathing in sweat and ruffled by the wind.

More meaningless just-to-satisfy-the-camwhore-in-us picture ahead.

While waiting for lunch to be served, we entertain ourselves with the camera.
Top row (L-R) : Duncan, Chin Hong.
Middle row (L-R) : Me, Say Yuen, Juli, Geetha.
Bottom row (L-R) : Jasmine and Cheryl.

The Help Squad too occupied helping themselves to a nice big dose of camwhoring.

When it's over, everyone is so toasted they look like ripe apples =)
CherWei, Me, ChongNgie, SayYuen and Jasmine.

Say Yuen, SiuSien, Juli and myself. The 5 footers.

And that wraps up the post. It's 1 in the morning now, and there's elections going on later today. Everybody, exercise your rights. VOTE! We've heard a lot, and it's high time that we decide.

car accident 2

This time I'm breaking my promise. No, National Pharmacy Sports Carnival post. Not as of now. And for a good reason too.

Take a look.

Front view.

Upper right angle view.

Shattered headlights, bonnet destroyed.

Full frontal view.
The number plate escaped unscathed, just to identify whose car is it.

Yes, Bernard and I survived this awful accident. We were heading back to Subang Jaya from Bangsar, using the Federal Highway. At 11:30 pm, Bernard put down his cellphone, just to hit the emergency break, before running head first into a Toyota Innova. And I looked up just to see the car moving towards the unfortunate Toyota in slow motion. I braced myself, partly putting my arms forward to prevent head from hitting the windscreen.

WHAM!

It was fast. It was a strong collision, loud. I felt a pain around my pelvis. I thought I was hurt. I looked down to see the seatbelt binding me securely to the seat. The inertia to dive forward from Newton's 1st Law was huge, hence the sharp pain I felt when Newton's 3rd Law of equal force acted on the seatbelt to hold me back. To say I was "Relieved" is an understatement. Without the seatbelt, a light weighted me would've been thrown through the windshield easily, and then head injuries wouldn't then be my only concern. For a moment I was so shocked i didn't say anything. A glanced at Bernard, he was ok, save by the seatbelt too. The front view however was awful. Half of the windscreen was obscured by the bonnet which folded into half. Damage to the car looks very bad, thank goodness we were ok.

The Toyota Innova is a tough car, despite suffering severe damage to Bernard's soft metalled Proton Wira, the Toyota merely suffered a small dent on its bumper. Proton Wira, being the shorter car, suffered on the engine, headlights and the bonnet; the lower part of the car, number plate and bumper, was spared of the torture, thanks to the tall Toyota. The impact was lessened by the emergency brake that was applied at the moment, and the shock mostly absorbed by the soft metal in the Wira that gave way on collision, increasing impact time, reducing impact force. Judging by the extent of bending observed, had the force been any larger, the windscreen would've kissed the ass of the Toyota. And God knows what could've happened.

View from the driver seat. Notice how bent the bonnet was.

Shocked as we were, we started to realise what a nasty situation was in. Guna, the kind owner of the Toyota was a perfect gentleman about it. Bless him. Within 10 minutes, there were more than half a dozen of strangers who stopped by the road, coming towards us. These are vultures who feed on your unfortunate event, chen4 huo3 da3 jie2 kind of people. They are spies, connected by walkie talkies, and working for towing services. No matter how convincing and persuasive they were, Bernard did the right thing by not giving in to their crap. All they want to do is rip us off, it's a lucrative business, this one. They have no mercy, wanting to take advantage of our distressful situation to make a hell lot of money, and yet not do a good job about it. The right thing he did was to call the insurance helpline, to engage in their accredited panel of towing services and garages. Or else, the insurance claim would've been messy. And I thank Aunt Lilian and Uncle Henry for teaching us all these, also for coming to our rescue so late at night.

After a police report, summon slip and a depressing ride home, there's still more consequences to come. Stuff like an appeal letter to reduce the summon, insurance procedures, and damage assessment with the vehicle. And the worse one? Having to live with the guilt, the cost of repair, and not having a car for 2-3 weeks.

I thank God for not letting me get hurt. Someone point me to the nearest temple/ church. Promise I'll do more good deeds to get more good karma. Fluffy dear you also have to accumulate good karma, cut down on the naughty stuff ya.

I beg everyone who's reading this, please do not talk on the phone while driving. I'm serious. Don't say,

"Nah, it won't happen to me"
"I'm been driving since I was 1 years old"
"I'm the best driver around"
"I'm the next Michael Schumacher"

because, no matter who or how, there's always a risk when you're on the road. Please be careful on the road. I wouldn't want anyone else to experience this kind of trauma. It can happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere. Especially if you have bad karma.

Malacca Day Trip

Alright, this is quite some time ago, sometime at the beginning of our direly anticipated CNY holidays. So frustrated with campus food, this time we were motivated to venture off to a faraway land, in search of authentic Malaysian food. It means somewhere not in KL, KL's Malaysian food is ciplak one. Coloured and flavoured artificially, seasoned with Aji, and packed full of chemicals and preservatives. Eat too much can die one.

First stop: Seremban Beef Noodles!
I thought it tasted odd, don't fancy it much. There's this weird smell that's too strong for my liking. Beef tastes better as steak. How did they make such a heavenly thing taste so unholy? Cows everywhere should stand up and protest! It's a violation of beef usage!
Charges about Rm6/bowl if I'm not mistaken. Daylight robbery I say.

Andrew seems to like it though. Bernard loves it too. Ahh, men. They just don't have tastebuds as sensitive as women's. They'll shove anything edible into their mouths, as long as their tummy is yearning for food.

Chicken Rice Balls!
They have my vote for Best Malaccan Food! Hands down. Whoever starts to argue with me, you're not getting a piece of my future cakes/cookies.

The magnificent Jonker Street. As vintage and classic as I had recalled back when I first landed in Malacca years ago. Current preservation efforts are so good, I felt like I was stepping backwards into the time stream. This is a piece of history, that will last longer than Bill Gates' fortune.

How can a post be complete with a poser picture of me. If Fluffy wants to put hot chicks on his blog, so can I! NAH! A big ass aimless picture of myself.

Our tour guide of the day, Mr. 31 aka Jay Chow aka See Chew. Genuinely Malaccan, yet atypically Malaccan. According to my observations, Malaccan are typically rough on the edges, live overweight seafood (quite la la), and love the pimp their cars into ridiculously shaped, and painfully fluorescent piece of metal. This one, well, is one of the most polite, soft spoken and cool person I've ever met, the aura around him is ala Jay Chow.

Now this is a really cool shop, it has all these really ancient antiques that look as if they've been fished out of the Straits of Malacca. I couldn't help but be amazed and intrigued by such authenticity.

Andrew too busy enjoying his ais kacang which was covered, not drizzled, with a generous portion of THICK, CONCENTRATED, GOOEY, DIABETICALLY SWEET gula melaka. Look at him, so happy to meet gula melaka in Melaka.

I swear this shot of him makes him look so much thinner. Reason? Good photographer. *smug*
They paid him to advertise the menu. Ahem.

I wasn't kidding about the gula melaka. Not suitable for the diabetic, hypertensive, and obese. Unless there's a first aid team on standby.

Weird thing I found on the wall.
Do you know him?
Apparently he's an "impostor", a "fraund" and a "swindler"!
For those who have inside information / sufferer, please contact,
012-2244999, 06-2851999, 06-2824704.

It gave me such a good laugh, I decided to help the poor fella who went through such great lengths, drawing a portrait that looks like every other middle aged chinese man, pasting it on pillars, just to find one person. Well, I shall give him credit for not relying solely on cops. Apparently, they're too busy fining policewomen who dates younger men, who wears tight jeans while off duty, and those who dyed their hair. Why burden the police with a common swindler right?

My name is not Bill, so that mean I can stick on the wall.
p/s: Fluffy made me pose like that.

In one the Malacca's latest mall.
Actually I was looking around to see if anyone would notice if I put my feet into the pond for a free session of fish spa therapy. Teeheehee.
Just kidding.

Stupid piece of staircase. Whoever designed it was a moron. There's a higher chance of a normal human tripping over the stairs, than a handicap on a wheelchair not being able to find a way into the mall. Plus, how can they expect the wheelchair to turn at such an acute angle. Absolutely ridiculous!

Andrew and his nose.

The day didn't end right there. Nope, there was a long, looooong afternoon and evening to follow, which wasn't very nice to blog truthfully about. Here's a simplified version. Determined not to revisit the boring historical sites in Malacca, (honestly, it's boring after so many times), we struggled to find entertainment, with disappointingly futile efforts. Other than food, which didn't take up much time, we ran out of things to do. On a brighter note, I was fortunate enough to meet Nicole, (some will know her as KennySia's pageant / travelling friend) who turned out to be more beautiful than her pictures, and was totally sweet and nice. So support her ya? Other than her, I also met some typical Malaccans. More stories on Fluffy's blog. The one day trip to Malacca was ended with a chorus of WE HATE MALACCA, expressed with confidence in unison!

Next post: National Pharmacy Sports Carnival!
(once I type this, I know there's no turning back. It's a way of forcing my future procrastinator self to write about it.)