back AGAIN

i am sorry for the long MIA.
wouldn't blame if some of you had gone from my blog. =)

will try update more often now.
forgive me for ignoring my writing-self..

just put it this way, I was busy adapting to a different phrase in life-- having another person around to stick through thick and thin. let's just name him Pups.

I just officially got my diving license.

went to Tioman for that during the Merdeka wknd.

the next time i write, most prolly i would include more pictures now that I've Pups that snaps away.

to be continued

dizzy & drowsy now.

Taiwan continuation

in tribute to my Taiwan trip

eons ago. but hey, at least i am gonna write about it here.
better late than never.
i realise my memory is running short and my blogging initiative is running dry after viewing various good blogs (low self-esteem kicking in)

here goes nothing

when you travel on the bus, the disadvantage is you are always in the middle of nowhere.
unless you asked, then you are going to be told off you are in the middle of somewhere
and...
u woke up from lil nap jotted up and suddenly you are at the fun-park--Janfusun

being a safe player, of course we went for the most steady ride, well, as we thought--the Ferris Wheel.

it wasn't safest after all. above the clouds, even the slightest movement could rock the cabin.
it was until the height where clicking on the camera could strike a squeal

afterwards, we sit as silently as possible. until we finally reach the ground. frankly speaking, the moment my foot touch the ground, i have the urge to kiss it.

the park itself wasn't much an amusement. i wouldn't wanna recommend it to anybody who is heading to TW any soon. and to think that we waste a day and a night there...

acrobatic show, not by your typical China folks. i suspect them being Russians.


it was just basically "ooo" and "ahhh" but it did not leave enough impression.
except..

for the "Wall Runners" dressed in leopard prints.."Wall Runners" is a personal term since their pull a wondrous performance of running up and down walls doing stunts.

during the night, my virgin "Ah-Gua" show not in Thai, but of all places, in Taiwan, imported from Thai

one of the guys ermmm...girls..i suspect she took Leah Dizon's and asked her doctor to perform exactly as the prototype

at "Ah-Gua" show, you have to treat your customers right by having the best entrance welcome. make it warm, sexy, naughty so that your customers will feel at home. the saying "home sweet home" don't go for nothing.

The next day. (i lost counts of the days since it was quite long ago but i knew it was towards the ending of the trip)
in the bus. again..

the "taufu street" (for you bananas and non-Chinese), taufu is soya.
rough translation "Soya street"
the whole street is made of soya. you can kneel down and eat off the street.
taufu is a staple here. they are more important than rice.

my paradise (note: i hate rice)

pots and pots

there is one thing about Taiwanese that amuse me.

why do they fancy blood so much??

the blood grey blocks (my term) definitely not my thing.

tofu tofu everywhere

i had the ice-cream. with every spoon, you will feel yourself a step nearer to possessing beautiful smooth silky skin. definitely different from the commercialized ones.

from ice-cream to cakes to cheese (right top corner--black tofu cheese)

yes..the chinese reads correct

(TOFU TI-RA-MI-SU)

we are spoiled with choices.the whole street is literally Made Of Tofu

this shop is taken from the restaurant we ate our "Mala stink tofu".
the name and dark interior looks Mafia-ish.
the bicycle on top is just for decoration to cheat stubborn kids and parents-who-thinks-they-are-THE-only parents with adorable kids.


presenting the "Mala"... stinky tofu
if you never try this, u never been to Taiwan.
so like it or not, longkang (english: close to meaning of sewage) water or not, die die also must put this in your mouth.

the chip-off at the corner is purely my work of playing safe. take abit. taste a bit.
but shame to say, the taste is growing on me
it actually doesn't taste that bad

the couple with their fried tofu.

up-close.
so much for tofu street.

Last post. up next

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something totally unrelated.
i am going to start work after the Raya. on 3rd
before that, i will try to blog as frequent as possible.

stay tune.
love

People

She who meant so much to me. the way she grasps my hand the moment she off work. never to let go, holding my hand as if i was still that innocent little gal who used to sit naked on her laps.

she holds my hand when crossing busy roads.
she offers to get the meat off the crab, worry that i might get choke off.
giving me directions from time to time when i was sight-seeing around the city, afraid that i might get lost and end up in Johor Bahru.

She had tonnes of ice-creams, 100plus, all my other fav stand-by in her fridge days before.
She is the only one who laughed me silly yet still supply RM10 ice-cream imported from Germany every morning for my breakfast and holds my hand despite weird stares from passer-by. (please la, who licks ice-cream at 8am in the morning)
She is the only one who can get me to stuff durians+rambutan+fish head hotpot+ rice+ ramen regretless and shameless down my throat at 12am in one night. (now, that is how my extra 2kg came from)

i could sense her loneliness.

there is nothing worst in life to know that u cant do anything at all for someone who holds so dear. feeling helpless never seems so bad before.

the day i left, the moment i saw her back walking away from me, i cried. my weakness is the back view of a person.
i am definitely coming back for her~
i swore the immigration officer saw my puffy blood-shot eyes. cause she patted my hand.

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i knew him through blog-hopping. and he is the last person that i expect to hang out with during my stay. seriously. why would he bother to meet up? we only knew each other for less than a week. he has his life too. anyway, cut the crap. we met up finally.
the first time i met him, i was 5-10 min late. sweaty, smelly, dragging my tired feet, smeared mascara or was it the black eye-bags. Anyway, i am pretty sure i left bad first impression.

based on his description in text, "i'm wearing green+black specs+exit 4+burger king"..i was chanting, okay, green shirt green green black specs, all the way up to the exit. i saw Burger King and there he was, squatting and reading newspaper.

i somehow knew right then he is nice. and no, fyi, i dont judge by the cover. most of my books had bad covers yet they provide the best read around :)

he called me "Roses" so that, i gotta set right. my name is Rose.
(yeah, that bud with red petals which u guys, love to give up to ur gals as an appreciation of love. need i say more, for crying out loud)

the life that he had been through sounds impossible to me before.
like how a young child would look up to elder sibling, i asked him thousand and one questions. traveling and back-packing etc
basically, there were alot of first time for me when i was w him.

i had my joss-sticks burnt, fortune/fate read, first ever mango desserts, and of course, first ever person that i knew through cyber that meet up. it was everything that i had.
he took everything seriously even blogging. he gives a damn about what his readers think of his entries. i think he might be the next KennySia
i enjoyed his companionship so much so that we met up again on the second day.

we separated when i got on the bus home to my aunt's.
he will be starting off with his official job next monday, tomorrow la duh~~
give him lotsa love, shower him with lucks. :)

i never wanted to see his back before leaving, i know i will cry if i had done so

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I tried my best to meet up with PohAngPeng. The girl who taught me so much from being a timid Mandarin-speaking girl to who am I right now (before, i only dare to speak mandarin, after meeting her, there were few occasions people thought I am pure banana--a Chinese who can only speak English).
We only knew each other for 2years back in Brunei around 1997. We shared too much it wouldn't do our friendship justice if I had to pen everything down here.
I left Brunei crying and I truly believe true friendship will and do surpass everything.

We didn’t meet up though. Manage to grab her over the line. The excitement of hearing her voice after decades, I was totally speechless. Somehow, I left Singapore with thousands endless possibilities of doing fun stuff with her.
Islands. MOS burgers. Talking about boys. Gossiping about our bosses. etc~damn it, i gotta list it down

recent pic courtesy of her FB. if i had judge her by cover, i would prolly think she is snobby b*tch. yet, she turns out purrfectly nice. I love our friendship.

p/s: there will be another post on random people i met there. this post is for the major characters.

depart of something new

i have new things to think about.
lots of it.
the way i should see blogging business.
to take up the habit of back-packing via Lonely Planet ways.
what i should do 10years down the lane
what i can offer to peoples' life.
etc

a friend used to say:

"Life is a bitch obviously. u gotta f*ck it while she is young and hawt"

i finally made sense out of it after 3yrs. (note:bitch and fuck means much more than a bunch of vulgar words literally here)

Singapore trip definitely set me to a different perspective of thoughts.

i love her to bits. every last lick of an ice-cream in summer. despite all the odds, i looked up to her. a woman with much passion for work..she had came far. i am glad we are blood-related

I believe every journey ends off with something and embark with something new and better, always.

a friendship that perhaps might uphold itself few decades down the lane. it is usually too early to assume. in the above picture, i am trying to pout so that my face appears much smaller

I truly has faith that whatever history/background a person might had been through, it is to be proud of and well-respected. a man with history is a man well-molded.

everybody has their own story to tell. life is to be respected.
to live is to be a student forever.

p/s: it's 10min to 4am. i cant sleep. some thoughts are bothering me.
p/p/s: i'll try to write more about my short but nevertheless sweet Singapore trip.

talela, love

Taiwan trip has been an eye-opener.

candid-time- somehow i will end up being in the middle. i dont know why or how, but i will always be the middle-man.

sometime being in the middle feels gooooooddd. i get the princess-y kinda feeling. with my court noblemen and judging frm the photo ermm.. a noble-woman w stripped bag, Charmaine.
for once, me n Angeline the princesses. now, bow, u commoner

well, not everytime, but almost, out of 10 photos, 7 of them will b with me being the middle. the other 3 will be either i was by chance at the side, and ppl just grab me in, or i was just a passer-by or someone got sick of being at the side always. so that's how i get to stand at the side for once

note: above all is in no purpose of hurting anyone's feelings. the main purpose is to show off how camwhore i can be when i am with the Queen of camwhore herself. if anyhow ur feelings are disturbed, u should prolly see a shrink and get it fix.
SHUT UP and quit spreading words as if u are the poorest soul around..shhhh~~

dont be a banana about it okay, alright.. message through and clear. it if aint, then prolly primary school will gladly accept u back for special english classes now, my dear


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the following will be whining about caffeine.
i turned back to coffee again.
i promised myself not to drink it after i am done w finals.
but looks like it's too early to say eh..


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i fall in love when i was in taiwan
with this

xiao long bao..how i love u..la la la

and after having affair with bun-filled with meat and soup, i decided to get greedy and fall in love again with puddings. i tasted in J-town last year. affair revived.


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can u feel the connection, my 84'ers?

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life is a handful of cherries.
only can be tasted once popping it.
either sour or sweet.
u love it or u hate it. there is no way through about it.

talela with loves,

p/s: talela means my language of "bye bye"