The sharp knife slipped,
and sliced something that was definitely not lemony.
I couldn’t even see which finger i’d cut before the blood started spilling merrily out.
So i held a cloth to it,
and took it off for a flash to catch the sight of two cut fingers.
Lipstick blood and canary lemon.
Metallic ketchup and spiky mustard.
I quicky sat down.
The beats of my pulse throbbed at my cut fingertips.
I held an almost clean dish towel to it.
I tried not to think of possible microscopic germs jumping into the cuts.
Thoughts in my head at the time: (1) Luckily you didn’t cut off a piece of your finger! Like what you did in college? Jeez.
(2) Damn, how am i going to eat my seafood with both my hands? Something i was looking forward to tonight! Really..? You’re bleeding and all you can think about it how it’ll affect your food intake? -_-
A laughed gurgled from me sitting alone on the sofa.
Clem handed me a tiny plaster.
Brown. Flat. Boring. Drab. “I want a cartoon plaster,” i whined. “Next time,” he said firmly.
“Poor baby… i don’t like it when you hurt yourself.” “Then we should get a maid. So she can do all the boring cutting and i won’t hurt myself.”
Sorry for the complete LACK of posts
but i really wanted to enjoy my holiday completely…
without having to worry about getting online in the middle of some rural area in Bali!
Clem and i rented a jimmy for 100,000 rupiah/RM35 a day
and drove up north and west of Bali.
He’s never been up north,
and i’ve never ventured west.
I think i’ve finally covered three quarters of Bali,
and this is after going there ten times!
Will cramp all my best pictures to blog this week, PROMISE!
Need to finish blogging about Sri Lanka, which i WANT to do
and last post on Laos.
Looks like i can’t catch up with my travel blogging,
but i won’t be going anywhere for awhile…
cos i start a new job next week!
Eekers!!
After almost two years of freelancing, blogging, and working on Leftblock,
an advertising+media agency offered me a part-time job
which i want to take up and can fit in without giving up blogging (and cooking and yoga).
I mean, really… i can’t just blog forever can i?
I’ve been working alone, and do miss working with a team sometimes.
Maybe now i’ll stop talking with the voices in my head
and randon inanimate objects in the apartment.
Am off to Bali!
Yes, i know it’s like my second home.
I WISH i had a second home there!
But i can settle for the latter of going there 3 times a year.
This time, Clem and i are going to explore the northern and western parts of Bali.
The parts where ppl rarely go to (tho i’ve been to Lovina before).
After this, i will be a TRUE expert of Bali after having been there at least 10 times and traveled into every town there possibly is (including taking a boat to Gili).
Time to pack.
And load videos unto my PlayBook.
Try not to forget anything… HAT!
My big blue hat!
That has to come with me!
I met JFK when we went to Malacca for Relay For Life,
he sat in front of me in the bus.
‘Twas like school y’know,
trying to fit in and make friends on bus all
JFK has been a private pilot for almost 10 years
and has just got his professional pilots license from Australia in 2009 i.e. big planes and big money!
On the side, you may have heard him talking on Hitz.FM.
Radio announcer and pilot mashed into one person?
Some people are too talented wei
I would accidentally curse on radio so i fail there.
And i would get distracted by a pretty cloud and kill everyone in the plane i’m flying.
Just the other day i took the wrong turning cos a BIG PRETTY LEAF floated in front of my car and i was fawning over it thinking oh so pretty! leaf!
what a big beautiful leaf!
nice and gold and so huge how did it get here!?
what if i was a leaf… i could float here and there
or… oh shit. where AM i GOING.
i took the wrong turnoff -_-
damn leaf… distracted me….
So i can just see how i’ll be flying a plane:
ooh! cloud! looks like a… a chinese warrior walking a bunny rabbit! (yes i’ve seen that before i swear) wow! i should take a picture of it before it changes in the NEXT TEN SECONDS
*fumble for camera*lets go of steering*
And catastrophe would happen next.
I think i’m lucky as it is i’ve never had an accident while driving and taking pictures of clouds
*touch wood*
Or just something interesting i drive past…
The other day i saw a car with the number plate KBF 1 and almost crashed into the side tyring to snap a picture
ANYWAY I DIGRESSED!
Besides flying big commercial planes,
JFK also takes people up in a small 4-seater Cessna
for 30/40-minute flights around KL.
He offered to take me up in it,
so i can blog about my experience.
And being the adventure slut i am,
readily jumped at the chance!
I invited Jess along for the ride and we met JFK at Subang airport
on a beautiful clear morning at 9AM.
He took Harith Iskandar up just before us,
so we got to see them land while we were munching on our breakfast in McDs.
Jess all excited and ready to go! As always.
She’s always excited and ready at any given moment.
I brought Maurice along for the ride too!
JFK let me steer the plane for 5-10 minutes!
He let go of his wheel and got me to steer it so KLCC would be on our right.
It was a bit scary at first (again, my thoughts of WHAT IF I KILL US ALL)
but i got the hang of it.
Even managed to follow his instructions and change altitude
Going past KLCC!
I pestered JFK to do a loop,
and he looked at me while flying the plane going, “You want me to do a loop? Are you sure? Are you sure?” Then without ANY warning, he PUSHED THE STEERING to DIP THE PLANE down
and Jess and i were like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SCREAMING ALL THE WAY
My butt practically lifted off the seat and i felt like i was in a cardboard box in the air!
So fun tho, BETTER than a rollercoaster!
View was breathtaking.
It was such a beautiful experience to observe KL from a peaceful angle, in the sky!
No traffic jams mwahahah
me, Jess, JFK hey, all our names begin with ‘J’!
Batu Caves. I didn’t know Batu Caves jutted out like that, did you?
The Curve / IKEA
The flight seemed to end way too soon…
and we were up in the air for 40 minutes too!
This is how you park a Cessna, with brute strength.
Check out this cool vid Jess made of our flight that day!
Thanks for the flight JFK!
I think taking a short flight up is a perfect way to show some visitors in KL around!
It costs about RM500-600 for a 30-40 minute ride with JFK,
and getting him to take you up is a bonus cos he talks so much (hence his radio announcer gig)
So a crazy tourguide and a plane ride for 3 pax will cost
RM200 per person!
I’m finally well again!
After a full week of the viral flu,
i stopped taking medicine yesterday, phew.
The good thing about freelancing when you’re sick is that you don’t have a boss you have to call every day to say you’re not coming in.
The not-so-good thing about freelancing then, is that i’m basically a one-woman show that has to go on even though my body says no.
Had these awful headaches that were worrying me cos i never used to get any even when i get sick.
Is it growing older… or what?! Ish.
But it’s a good week to be well!
So many things going on!
I’m going to watch Dreamgirls at Istana Budaya!
Another night is Clem’s French National Day gala at the embassy.
There’s the Maxis / BlackBerry PlayBook event, Jaspal fashion show,
and URBANSCAPES this Sat!
I got over 40 entries to give 5x pairs of tickets to,
crazy, you guys are really excited about it too huh!!
SalahWrong will be playing at 9pm-11pm so come over to TiC Turf for some happy clappy dancey tunes!
OK i’m gonna sleep now,
woke up early for yoga,
and have been an advertorial churner all afternoon,
before handmaking meatballs for dinner.
Making your own meatballs is love, i can tell you that!
Maybe i’ll blog about all the stuff i’ve been cooking,
haven’t done that for awhile,
and nothing better than looking at pictures of food heeheeeeee
Sorry no blogposts for awhile cos i’m bloody sick.
Forced myself to run an errand yesterday and almost blacked out in public.
Bought some fabric for Leftblock production and was told i couldn’t use my credit card.
ATM machine was really far and crowded, and i felt like bursting into tears in front of the cashier.
Figured i should lug my sorry sick ass home before i start weeping in front of people for small things.
Fever, blocked nose, headaches, cold joints, sore throat, i got it all.
Here, entertain yourself with a vid Jess edited when we went for a morning flight in a 4-seater Sensa Cessna
