Monthly Archives: November 2007

Again, we are at IMAX checking our emails, unemployment stuff, and of course, my blog on paid posts.  I am still working on some paid posts that keeps popping up in my Gmail.  Gotta make hay when the sun still shines.

We have been eating since day 1 and still going.  So by the time I meet my sis on the 30th, I will be a barrell, an oil drum.  DB caught a cold, coughing like mad.  Took some thick cough syrup from my mom’s refrigerator.  I really salute him.  He is such a sport having to eat stuff that he has not eaten before.  I guess it must be my parents’ cooking.  The way I cook like the dried shrimp.  My parents said I should fry them first instead of just dumping them in the pot.  Learned quite a few tips from them!!!  That’s what I want anyways.

I  talked to some of my friends in Ipoh – Steph, Michael, Kiran and our old childhood friend, Rachel’s, mom.  Talked to her for abit and also my aunt and uncle in Taiping.  I am not sure if DB and I are making a trip to Penang.  We are thinking about it.  If we do, we might stop over at my aunt’s.  It’s been such a long time since I been there. 

So, what I have eaten since we got here??  Kerabu beehoon, nasi lemak, fried keow teow, dim sum, chee cheong fun (Canning Garden), nyonya kuih (nyonya style cakes), lots of coffee, dad’s beehoon in soup, kaya kok (kaya puff), kai chai paeng (little chicken biscuits – direct translation), and a lot more.  We went to 1919 restaurant too.  Great food there.

Oh, I finally bought a camera.  A Sony Cybershot.  Steph and Patrick (her hubby) took us to Jaya Jusco, looked around and finally decided to buy a Sony.  Heard that this Canon Powershot series has big probs with their LCD panel.  We wanted to get it fix in Ipoh, but all we spoke to at the stores said it will take a few months as they need to get it fix back at Canon’s.  Darn.  Well, I bought my dream camera, a Sony and I’m damn happy with it.  It’s compact and it cool.  So, no complains at all.  Db is happy coz I’m happy and he likes that camera, too.

Can’t believe how many snatched thieves’ stories I have heard since I reached Ipoh.  It’s frigging crazy.  We can’t walk around the town, or I should say city now, freely like we used to.  Same as my parents’ home, we need to put all valuable stuff in my dad’s safe or bring them along with us.   Where my parents live, it’s notorious for burglaries.  No where is save anymore in Malaysia. 

I will be meeting Kiran tonight, can’t wait and catch up with her.  Tomorrow will be with Steph, my best buddy since secondary school days and she is totally the best!!!  In the evening dinner with her and Patrick, and I told my mom to invite RAchel’s mom and dad along for dinner at Mar Poh.  Then after dinner, I will meet Michael.  Weekend’s plans are still up in the air.

Alrightie, that’s all for now…..I can’t upload pictures to this blog yet.  Hopefully to be able to download them to my photo gallery.

Till then, TTFN.

Db and I are now in IMAX internet cafe checking our mails and I have to write posts for one advertisers.  Money is money, a little  still adds up.

Our plane ride fom SIN to KUL was so smooth that we didn’t want it to stop!  SIA really ROCKS!  Too bad the flight was only 55 minutes – right after the steward/stewardess served us coffee/water, they came around immediately to collect them as the plane was starting to descend.

We arrived KLIA at 7:55 a.m. and as soon as we walked out of the jetway, a bunch of folks that looked like ants appeared from the trains.  It was a mad rush and we were rushing to get to immigration too.  The signage in that airport really stinks.  Really pathetic.  I had to ask at the information booth where to get to immigration.  Told we had to take the train.  We walked to the train and joined an entire troop of men which I think were from Bangladesh.  It was a “wonderful” short ride to wherever it took us.  The BO was just FABULOUS!!!

Once we got to that terminal, I think, it was another mad rush.  I said adious to DB: Nice meeting you!  The lanes for Malaysian passports were very empty.  I walked right to an empty lane and was done in 5 seconds and went to pick up my bags.  I was standing waiting for my/our bags for 25 minutes.  We really thought the bags did not make it to KL.  Eventually they came and we went our separate ways again.  Customs didn’t bother to look at me and DB. 

Once we got out customs, we looked for the bus station.  Right away I had to use my Malay.  It was so rusty, I could hardly speak it.  Got the directions to the bus station and on our way looking for the elevators, there was a guy asking if we wanted a taxi.  We said no.  We found the KLIA/Ipoh bus counter hoping to catch the 9:30 a.m. bus to Ipoh, however, no one was in there and there was a Malay guy yelling across telling  us there are no more busses to Ipoh at that time.  Were we bummed out.  The next bus will be at 1:30 p.m. and I didn’t want to wait in that stinky airport.  So we both took his advise and took  his bus to Duta and where ever the hell Duta was, I trust that bastard.  That bus ride was ok but just damn, damn long.  I didn’t know KLIA moved to the boondocks.   When we got to Duta, the bus driver just dropped us and our luggages off at the curb.  I didn’t see any bus stations or taxis. 

With 4 luggages, backpacks, and starving, I told DB to stand right in the hot sun (there were no shade at all), I walked in to look for busses, but I changed my mind and looked for taxis.  I saw an older  Malay guy for taxis.  He was so helpful and found us a taxi for our 4 big luggages.   He actually had to make a few phone calls to get one that was willing to take us.  That taxi came and the ride to Ipoh began.   When we passed Tanjung Malim, I called my dad using the taxi driver’s cell.  I asked my dad which exit to use – Ipoh Sg Siput or Ipoh Utara (North).  Dad said North.

After we paid toll, and I saw that exit to Ipoh Sg. Siput and then Ipoh Utara, the driver went ahead and took that exit.  As soon as we got to the exit, I knew we took the wrong exit.  That road was so new to me but some things looked familiar but could not place were it is or the name of the damn road.  It took us a whole 30 minutes or more to get to my parents’ home.  WHen the driver drove to the city, to streets I have not seen before, flyovers (overpasses), I was so lost.  My dad finally called the driver’s cell and told him I was near the Kow Wong Yeh temple.  He said I should wait at the MGS school and he will come meet us.  What’s worse DB said he needed to pee super bad and we have to wait for my dad.  I told him he has no choice but to wait in the cab.  I was fuming, just FUMING.  I was thinking the beginning of the trip to where we were, the entire journey to Ipoh from MSP was a disaster!

If my dad had not have come rescue us, we will be roaming around Ipoh town, or I should say city forever.  Ipoh has changed so much, I hardly recognized some of the streets.

 Ok, I better get going.  We have been here for 2 hours now. 

TTFN….

We are now in Changi waiting for your next flight to KL which departs at 7:10 a.m.  The free internet is great, a little slow, but it’s working great.

 We started off the morning of departing MSP on a horrible note.  DB had to run his errands at the last minute which made us 1.5 hours late checking in.  We were the last ones to board the plane.  Of course going through security was hell, too, since he had so much crap brought with him.

The flight from MSP to Narita (NRT) was a flight from hell.  The row next to us was a family of 4 – parents and two very young kids.  The younger kid was screaming his lungs off the moment in was in the plane.  The only time he shut up was when he was sucking the tit and then he starting screaming again.  The most peaceful moment was when he was sleeping for about a few hours before the arrival at NRT, then he started again. 

They were at the same flight with us to SIN too.  Good thing they were at the back of the plane, so the screaming and crying was not too bad.  We slept the most during this segment.  The Airbus is still the best compared to NWA’s old crappy Boeing 747s.  They really suck.  We sure felt like we were in a cattle herd.

We are checking our emails, banking, pay bills, and me gotta blog first.  Oh, my camera crapped out on me when we boarded the plane in MSP.  I wanted to take a picture of DB and me, the cattle herd, and the cool high school kid (Kelsey Douglass-White) who sat next to me, the camera gave me a black screen of death.  It has power, new batteries, but can’t see anything out of it.  DAMN!!!!  We have to get it fix when we get to Ipoh.

Kinda pissed me off.  Oh well. 

Next we are going to do now is to get coffee, walk around a little as our butts needed to be stretched out!  Then I will have to go to the fitness center and workout, then shower.  Db will do the same.

Till the next post…..