Saturday, June 30, 2007


There is a bird that keeps coming to knock on my window with its beak every other day. It has been persistently knocking for few days already. Helloooo, don't you get it? There is nobody homeeeeeeee.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Cliff

I took up a challenge to play Reversi with a new friend recently. I am no self-declared Reversi expert but has managed not to lose any single game of amateurish Reversi I have played with friends. However, this time, I was humbled by a 3-2 loss. I was also somewhat humiliated because the in the last deciding game, I was dismally thrashed.

Since the winner gets to dictate his stakes, JW decided he wanted company for a dinner at a restaurant called The Cliff at Sentosa. I don't really have much of an idea what the restaurant is like, except that it sounded like a rather isolated place up some ulu mountain. But hey, it is an easy forfeit enough.

Apparently, according to the description on the web site, The Cliff is perched on a cliff (duh) overlooking the South China Sea and blessed with gentle breezes. Frankly, I can't get the cliffy part. It doesn't seem sufficiently high enough to make me feel like I am on top of a cliff. Further, there didn't seem much of a breeze, either. If you are feeling all warm and sweaty, I do suggest the restrooms since it is suitably air-conditioned.

For starters, JW ordered us pan-seared Foie Gras and some freshly shucked oysters.

The service staff was attentive, explaining every dish to the detail. They further provided antipasto of some sort of fish with a shot of custard.

For his mains, JW ordered a oven-baked Black Cod. I had the "3" Clam Risotto which I couldn't quite finish. For desserts, the warm chocolate truffle cake was pretty delightful.

Anyway, over dinner, JW who headed the Asia Pacific's Government Business unit at Oracle enlightened me on the cruelties of the real world, seeing how I have been entrapped in his so-called idealistic world of academia. He painted several scenarios and seeked my responses. In some of the circumstances, I am acutely aware of how or what I should do. But to actually execute the action is a different matter altogether. Just to put it this way, if you have to kill someone to make the world a better place, would you? I am not sure I am up to it. Perhaps you lack the killer instincts, he suggested. Placed in the cut-throat dog-eat-dog world, you will adapt, he offered the most unhelpfully. Isn't the thought that I would one day morph into this merciless, unscruplous, cold and calculating corporate rat the most depressing?

Ah well.

Saturday, June 23, 2007


Sometimes you miss someone (probably from a previous relationship) loads, but you just have to grit your teeth and convince yourself that the person is probably not giving a damn about you anymore, so why bother? The one you are missing is probably the figment of your memories, when he or she was still in love with you, when you probably meant something to him or her. But 'tis not the case anymore.

It is not easy rationalizing this way and the grief is palpable. I have many friends around me who are in limbo stage because they are unable or unwilling to face it. I can only be the voice of reason to a certain extent. Emotions, however, are often unreasonable.

There are times when I missed a certain person, but I would try my darnest best to bury it. Hopefully, one day, it would stay buried forever. Cliche as it may sound, time heals. Its healing powers might be fucking inefficient, but I guess it does it job.

On a lighter note, I was brushing my teeth when my professor in USA called to inquire my well-being. I was trying my darnest to mumble replies amidst my toothpasty froth. In a dilemma whether to rinse my mouth or not in the middle of a long-distance conversation, I finally swallowed all my toothpaste froth. When I burp now, I smell of mint. Haa.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Ha Ha Ha

Just gathered from Pink regarding a site for the new Batman movie - The Dark Knight. Apparently, if you click here, you will get a site which states 'Page Not Found'.

However, if you would kindly press Ctrl-A, you would see plenty of 'Ha ha Ha's littered all over the page, the apparent courtesy of Joker. And if you were bored sufficiently, you would spot random stray letters that spell "see YOu In DECeMbER"

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Papa's Day at Oosh

My Dad's birthday falls on the 17th of June. As such, we get to do a two-in-one celebration of Father's day as well. What cheapskates my brother and I are! Tee hee.

After some recommendation from Isabelle, we decided to head to Oosh for dinner.

I made a reservation for 7.00pm. When we arrived at 7.15pm, the doorgirl informed me that the garden area wasn't ready.

"It is usually available by 7.00pm. But I don't know why today it's not."

Talk about service. If you don't know, why should we customers know? At least kindly inform me that 7.00pm is too early for dinner, please. I don't think the doorgirls are very welcoming. They seemed busy chatting among themselves or on the phone. Perhaps it was a lull period. But still...

Fortunately, the ambience was as excellent as I have previously stated. The Indian waiter who served us subsequently was pretty good.

Please bear with the various permutations of family pictures. Haa.

Mumsy and the Birthday Boy

Daddy and Me

Daddy and Brother

Me and Mummy

Kor and Me

Well, the service was pretty bad. We ordered Laugen Bread to go with the soup and the bread didn't arrive with the soup. Instead, it arrived about 10 minutes after the soup, which was kind of odd. I had to tell the waiter I have a good mind to cancel the order of bread because our soup was almost finished!

The tapas we ordered were tasty. For the main course, I had duck confit which was quite palatable.

My Dad and Bro both had beef tenderloin.

I sniggered and told my brother his mashed potato looked like green dung.

For desserts, we had this Vornahla thingy with Ice cream (which actually translate to a chocolate torte cake) as well as Apple Tart. My brother couldn't resist a non-skinny cuppa and my Dad followed suit.

Although the waiter informed us there was 40% off housepours and housewine during happy hours, it somehow wasn't reflected on the bill I paid. I neglected to check it as well. Boo. So, if you are going there, be sure to check out your bill! They are pretty inexperienced, I guess.

Happy Daddy's Day to all. :)

Hidden Dimensions

Being out of action means Mister Toto doesn't have much of an action either. As such, he has been looking glum for some time, especially since he is missing out on all the fun his fellow canines are having at Pulau Ubin.

Well, since I am much adept in hobbling around now and the pain is so much lesser, I put Mister Toto into the car and drove around the neighborhood, deciding the Bukit Batok Nature Park has been quite explored to death.

We stumbled upon a huge expanse of field hidden nearby, at Mount Elizabeth Drive and he began to run madly, just like a proper sheepdog. Except there is no sheep, of course. We wandered and wandered until he sensed a canine from far.

Without regard for his poor injured mistress, he trotted away to meet his new found canine friend called Prince and his owner, Anthony. I hobbled for a good 3 minutes, calling his name and he was unresponsive. Tsk.

Until he sniffed and realized that Prince is no peachy bitch, he decided his mistress is worth responding to. I tell ya - when your sons or doggies have girlfriends, mothers and owners are easily forgotten.

Thursday, June 14, 2007


This is a bad year for you, Alan reminded me last night as he tucked into his supper.

Yeah, it has been. Things never seem to go right at all. But amidst dark clouds, there are always some ray of sunlight, I guess.

Hola, look who dropped in for a surprise visit!

Ruiling dropped by just a while ago with a nice cheery balloon that gives Mister Toto the creeps, tonnes of lollipops but I took only one (because I am NOT greedy, ha!) and mango pomelo sago!

Oh, and my wounds are not as painful as yesterday's anymore. More sunlight, please!

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

All Stitched Up and Ow.

Today is the day.

I haven't really been through any operating procedure unless you count the wisdom teeth surgery as one. For that one, I was under General Anaesthesia. I didn't know no crap until they finally roused me up at the end of the surgery. This time, I was to be under Local Anaesthesia.

Drabbed in dreary surgical costume

There were two surgeons in operation, one working on my left shoulder blade, the other working on my right thigh. The first worrying sign occured when one of the surgeon was clumsy enough to trip over the whole life-monitoring system, creating a mini-hoohaa before the procedure.

The injections of anaesthesia was pretty painful, but still bearable. Apparently, the amount of anaesthesia administered do vary across person to person, as well as body parts. The nerves at my thigh seemed to be working overtime, as compared to the one at my shoulder blades.

"Scream if you are in pain hor," one of the surgeon offered unhelpfully.

What the fuck? I thought silently. Now, how is that for an assuring demeanor for a doctor? Don't doctors take some Doctor and Society psychological courses or something?

Soon, I can feel myself being cut up. It wasn't a very nice feeling at all. And what is worse, I can hear the surgeons talking.

Surgeon 1: Eh do you have the blade scissors?
Surgeon 2: I thought you had the blade scissors?
Surgeon 1: Oh, I thought that one is blade scissors..
Surgeon 1: But on closer inspection, I don't think so leh.
Surgeon 2: No?


Surgeon 1: No, don't think so.
Surgeon 2: (Hollers) Can someone go fetch a blade scissors??

Right, so I laid there, slightly alarmed that my surgeons can't really differentiate their instruments. And every so often, I feel pangs of sharp pain like I am being sliced apart. I attempted to bury my face in the pillow so as to appear less of a wuss. However, there were two or three times where my leg involuntarily twitched in pain. Finally, I whispered a muffled 'Ow..'

Surgeon 1: Eh, painful ah?

Of course lah! Then I 'Ow' for what?! Hobby meh?!

Me: Er, yes, a little.
Surgeon 1: Opps, sorry!
Surgeon 2: Better put more anaesthesia
Surgeon 1: Okay. Yah, better.

Like tikam game, huh?

Anyway, the cyst at the thigh was much trickier and took a bloody long time to be removed. The whole procedure took approximately 2 hours. Now, I feel extremely stitched up, like some voodoo doll. The stitches can only be removed a week later. Boo! I don't like to be out of action. Where will more endorphins come from?

Surgeon: Okay, no swimming for some time okay?
Me: Oh.. can I go under the sun?
Surgeon: Okay, but put sunscreen to prevent darkening of scars.
Me: Oh.. can I do sports?
Surgeon: Er.. *looks skeptical* rest a bit la.
Me: 2 days?
Surgeon: How about 2 weeks?
Me: WHAT?!
Surgeon: Non vigorous exercise, please.

BAH! I tried to hoodwink my mum that tennis is considered non vigorous exercise until my mum inquired the nurse dispensing my medicine personally.

Mum: Cannot play tennis, cannot play netball, cannot go jogging.
Me: ...

I haven't told my mum about Eugene's invitation to wakeboard and my invitation to Isabelle to mountain bike. Hee hee. That wasn't part of her list. I am looking for loopholes. Shhhh!

I pulled a face because my mum banned all my sporting activities. However, she tried to bribe me by feeding me whatever I wanted to eat. So, we had sushi for lunch and I went on a mini-shopping spree.

Now, I have to sit carefully and slowly to avoid impacting the wound. I can't really turn my head to the left, so please guys, try to appear on my right. RIGHT! RIGHT! Remember!

Finally, I hobbled home, going 'Ow. Ow. Ow.' with ever step, and I saw this on the dining table.

Me: Mummy, why you buy so much A4 paper lor?

My mum was denying feebly and checked out the label on the box.

Mummy: Not me lor. It is YOU. YOUR BOX.

Mine? I ripped the box open curiously.

Ta dah.

Much love from these lovely people... Muacks.

Gracias for the cheerful presents, dear Sandy, Jane, Sam and Trex! If I changed my bloodied bandages anytime, you can all have a piece as a souvenier as a token of my gratitude. :P

Meanwhile... OW!

Monday, June 11, 2007


Firstly, please let me rant. Federer lost. BOOHOO! Nadal won. BOO! Anyone ever notice how Nadal like to pull at his sports pants to remove a wedgie before he serves? Someone should tell him that is very unsightly. Fine, fine, I am being a bad sport, ain't I?

Anyway, I think I have too much wining and dining for the weekend. Some of the food was mediocre, and some are too excellent, I ate till I was nauseous.

On Saturday, I was supposed to attend two dinner functions. One is a housewarming event hosted by a colleague, the other was hosted by my head professor. The food at my professor's condominium at Allsworth Park was mediocre, and it doesn't help when the rest of the dining population were male professors (except for the host's wife). Gee.

And my supervisor kept insisting I can drink, coaxing the host to keep plying me with wine.

By 8pm, I was silently wondering how I was going to survive the rest of the night. Thankfully, Eugene called and agreed to me pick up to adjourn to Oosh. Hallelujah!

Now, Oosh is a very delightful place. The drinks are rather pricey, but the food is okay.

Since I had quite a bit to drink at my professor's dinner, I opted for an Apple Tart Dessert.

We had pretty good seats at The Rooftop, right next to the stage where this superb jazz singer was belting out classic tunes in a very Norah-Jones way. When I leaned back on the plush seats, I can see the twinkling stars fringing the night sky. For a moment, it didn't feel like Singapore at all!

Okay fine, my photos is not very characteristic of the very quaint atmosphere. You wil just have to use your imagination. Ho ho.

Anyway, my Dad decided to celebrate his birthday in advance because my mum thought that I might not be able to dine excessively after my surgery on Wednesday. Bleah. Hence, they booked a table for 10 at Rama Thai Restaurant for a night of birthday gluttony.

After an intensive evening tennis match (which I lost), I was starving. Naturally, I was very happy to see the first dish arrive, comprising of a mushroom, an abalone and sea cucumber.

To a hungry man, there is no bad bread. I was extremely satisfied, usurping the first dish.

The second course was a pot of shark's fin for everyone.

Where's my shark's fin?

After the pot of shark's fin, I told my brother's girlfriend that I was done for the night, burping and all. But no, the food just kept on coming. And they came in servings of TWO. Although I did mention I was full, I just kept eating because the food was really excellent. I love Thai food.

And again, my Dad, the birthday boy is insisting everyone to drink his 4 bottles of wine. Since some of them are assigned chaffeurs for the night, naturally I got to be the sacrifice with his lame excuse that 'You are not driving what!'

Naturally, one can't disappoint the birthday boy, especially when he is your father.

By the end of the dinner, I was feeling nauseous.

Anyway, obligatory pictures my mum always insisted on taking during each dinner function.

The men chattering away..

Daddy and Mumsypoo

The Family

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

My Brother is Weird Part II

Mister Toto has been whining at the dining table where I was sipping my 100-plus after tennis and my brother was having his late dinner.

Me: Aiyo, Toto, can you stop whining?
Bro: Eh, you know those electric collar?
Me: What.
Bro: The dog do something wrong, just buzz the collar...
Bro: Yah, so Toto whine, just buzz.
Bro: ...
Me: TOTO is smart dog. No need to do that!

I gave my brother a nasty frown and disappeared into the kitchen.

I reappeared a few moments later...

Bro: Alternatively...
Me: What.
Bro: We can attach a ear piece onto Toto's ears...
Me: For what?
Bro: So, when Toto wonders too far...

He capped his ear and mouth to do a walkie-talkie action...

Bro: We can go "Toto, toto, please come back."

Need a Guide in Phnom Penh?

Mr Sammeth, our tuk-tuk driver in Phnom Penh, rents his vehicle for USD3 a day. Sometimes, with the intense competition from fellow motorcyclists and other tuk-tuk drivers, he can barely get any customers. His wife earns about USD80 a month.

Anyway, he dropped me an email just this evening.

Thank you very much for you all send photos to me
My familly not bad
And i am realy good luck to see you all
You know that time before I see you all
I am realy emty
No paid tuk tuk for 3 days and my son school be come soon.
So we are never forget wat you all did
Thanks for your all food the best food it is the first time me.
I am waiting for your all family visit in pp cambodia
You are welcom
Please, help me
From:SAMETH TUK TUK driver in pp cambodia
house number 175E1z / ST moneyreth / Sengath Beong salang/ kanh toul kok / pp/ cambodia
opposit intercontinuntal hotel / first floor Under the apsara shop
Hand/ph 016 314 873/ (855)16 314 873
24/h servise
I hope you are understand what I writted

Yep, so if you are heading to Phnom Penh and need a chaffeur, you know who to call. :)

Monday, June 04, 2007


I've been telling him again and again, not to drink so much. He always thought he is strong, he can take it, now look what has happened?

My Dad raged endlessly on the car ride to the wake.

After we offered the incense, my Dad requested to have a glance in the coffin. He stood there for a long time.

I followed suit after a few minutes. I stared at the face, caked with makeup. It looks artificial, like a manniqueen. It was a lifeless shell with no resemblance at all to the cheerful smiles I remembered.

My Dad turned around suddenly, his eyes reddened, his cheeks streaked with tears. Somewhat embarrassed to have his stoic image tarnished, he stumbled around the tables aimlessly and disappeared behind the pillars.

His anger turned to sorrow.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Sunkissed Cambodia Chronicles

While the rest of Singapore slept on in silence, I roused myself up at an ungodly hour of 4 at the crack of Sunday's dawn, nary catching 2 hours of shut-eye, to check in with the rest of the girls for our 6am flight.

Miss Lala and her bodyguards

The 2 hour flight was uneventful and The Shining was a darn good companion on the flight. Before I knew it, we were gliding over the muddy fields of Siam Reap.

Hello Ang Kor Wat!

We were welcomed warmly at our hotel, Casa Ang Kor, with cocktails that tasted suspiciously like apple juice.

After checking in, we decided to orientate ourselves within the vicinity. We declined offers of tuk-tuks politely, choosing instead to explore by foot. However, we soon discovered we must have looked quite strange to the locals because there didn't seem to be any foreigners around and even if there were, nobody goes around on foot. There were plenty of gawking and gaping like we were some sort of tourist attraction ourselves. Siam Reap was quite the third-world sort of city, but at first world prices. Everything goes in USD and the foriegners are like walking carrots waiting to be chopped. The minimum price of everything seems to be USD1.

We decided to have our first meal of Khmer cuisine.

Khmer cuisine seemed to be a very confused one, influenced by Thai, Vietnam and even French. I must say, Cambodia is seemingly a very confused city. It does not seem to have a very definitive identity.

As you are eating anywhere remotely touristy in Cambodia, be prepared to be accosted by throngs of kids selling miscellaneous items and tuk-tuk drivers. We got ourselves a temporary chaffeur in Siam Reap when Mr Ritchy approached our lunch table.

Off we go!

First Stop - The Ever Famous Ang Kor Wat

Ang Kor means 'city' or 'capital' and is believed to be the biggest religious monument ever built. It was constructed between 1113 and 1150, making it rather surreal of me to stand in the midst of it, imagining ancient civilization tottering around.

The sights were awe-inspiring. But trust us girls to take the silliest pictures on such solemn grounds.

We are the white cappers!

The Leow Sisters trying to look lost.

Mindy turns suicidal.

Climbing to the top of the temple ruins was quite a rush of adrenaline. The steps were really steep and narrow. When you look down, you might suffer from slight vertigo because the steps are so steep you feel like you are abseiling. It doesn't help that the ruins aren't really stable, with signs that screamed - CLIMB AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Ang Kor Wat is just one of the many, many ruins in Siam Reap. Another colossal structure included the Ang Kor Thom which comprised of a great many sections. The structure is flanked by a long causeway that tranversed across a moat, which in ancient times must have been stocked with crocodiles.

We girls decided to use it as a catwalking runway instead. Ha ha!

I must add that the door frames of the ancient ruins must be really sturdy. Most of the times, it seems that the entire building might have crumbled except for the door frames.

It was mighty hot, exploring the ruins in the afternoon. By the evening, we were thoroughly embalmed in a coat of grime and sweat. Instead of watching sunset at Ang Kor Wat, Mr Ritchy decided to take us to Tonle Sap, a tributary of the Mekong River, also known as the Great Lake of Cambodia.

The tuk-tuk ride to the country side opened our eyes to the ghetto slum population of the country. Their habitat were nothing more that stitched leaves over bundled sticks. There were no furniture nor electricity nor fresh water. It was quite a humbling sight.

We waded through puddles of mud and stumbled onto our sampan motorboat.

The cool breeze in the evening and the sight of water expanse was a welcomed relief from the scorching sun and reflective rocks.

Ew, crocodiles galore! They give me the heebie jeebies.

Presenting... the six water monkeys!

Accomplishing a trek covering a good part of Siam Reap's ruins and a boating excursion on 2 hours of sleep was no mean feat. For that, we deserved a good Cambodian styled massage.

The massage was fabulous except that the power supply went off several times. Air conditioning was non-existent in most parts of Siam Reap, except for hotels. Even the hotel restaurants were mostly equipped with fans. Mosquitoes were rampant. Alcohol was dirt cheap. I had cocktails or wine every night for dinner if I could.

Huh, so many mosquitoes one leh.

Yah, that girl on the left with the crooked smile is Isabelle's sister. She is such a complete hoot, I tell ya. She goes 'GRRR, I AM A MAD DOG', bites you by the sleeve and drags you around the house. Simply hilarious. When she came to look for her sister, whom I was sharing my room with, she went yabbering and suddenly stopped to leer at my legs 'Wah very sexy leh, your legs!'

Subsequently, she has been trying to hit on me, or rather, my legs at every other opportunity. She would zoom in on camera and show me shots of my legs, or if I said something remotely innocent like 'Wah, I am so cold', she would go 'Do you want me to rub your legs for you huh?', giving a lecherous smile to further traumatize me. Don't worry, she has a boyfriend.

Day two comprised of more exploration of Siam Reap's ruins. Afterall, we got ourselves a three-day pass for USD40 and we jolly well utilized the hell out of it.

Look at the great numbers of picturesuqe framed portraits we took!

We visited Ta Prohm, a place where Raiders of the Tomb was filmed. Trees were burgeoning their way through the complex, pryin their way through the temples foundations.

All the climbing and trekking is tiring, okay.

When we finally stopped for lunch after an intensive trek, it poured cats and dogs. The whole city was flooded. Our tuk-tuk looked like a boat whirring in the muddy waters.

We woke up at 4am once more the next morning to catch the most talked about sunrise at Ang Kor Wat. Although it looked really bright in the pictures, it was really just 530am in the morning.

Sleepy-eyed girls

Our patience finally paid off when the sun sluggishly rose from beyond.

Notice the 'I-can't-believe-I-woke-up-at-4-on-a-holiday' look on my face.

By now, all of us are quite exhausted from seeing ruins and more ruins. Some of them decided against climbing up the ruins, leaving only Mindy, crazy Adeline and me to take a self-shot at the top of yet, another temple. Heh.

We're at the top of the world!

At the top, we can take photographs of the lazy asses who refused to climb.

Even though we are quite sick of all the stones and rocks, I could still convince them to pretend they love them tonnes for the sake of photography.

Here, Kissy Kissy.

We went as far as to explore the Roluos group of civilization, which is beyond the typical tourist itinerary. Steps, steps and more steps!

You know, in Singapore, when you are dripping with perspiration, all you have to do is to hop into an easily-available air-conditioned place and voila! you are all cool. In Siam Reap, we will happily spot a glass-enclosed convenience shop, hopping in only to find a rickety fan crocking a thin gust of wind. Bah!

Oh, and when I showered on the second day, the heater wasn't working very well. When Isabelle called to inquired, the hotel staff mentioned that because it was a cloudy season, there is no sun to power the solar heater. Ha ha! You can get hot water on hot days, and cold water on cold days! It doesn't make sense! Why would you wanna bath with cold water on cold days?

Anyway, very badly pirated Ferraro Chocolates!

With the absence of air-conditioning, we can only seek solace at cups of icy sorbet and gelatos at blue pumpkin.

Yes, I know. I am thoroughly burnt.

Before hopping on our bus to Phnom Penh, we went for a 15 minute foot massage. It was absolutely fantastic after the tiring excursion.

Happiness stems from good foot massages.

Then, it was bye-bye to Ang Kor Wat City and Hello Phnom Penh!

Our third-world bus ride was mostly occupied by Cambodians. They played Cambodians Music Videos which were poisoning my ears. Thank goodness for my iPod shuffle. Otherwise I would have frothed in my mouth and choked to death. The roads situation in Cambodia was quite chaotic. There is only one main road and vehicles just honked every time they needed to overtake. So, you can imagine there is a whole symphony of honking every other minute. How to sleep like that?

The best part was when a local Cambodian directed us to alight in the middle of the highway because the terminal bypasses our hotel. So there we were, 6 of us girls, carrying our lugguage, confused and perplexed by weaving traffic. There are no TAXIs in Phnom Penh, only tuk-tuks and motorbikes. As I was heaving their lugguage from the buses, I was suddenly surrounded by many, many motorcyclists who were trying to shove their fingers to display their prices.

Some of the girls were hysterical, mostly Mindy and Qianhui. As the motorcyclist grabbed our lugguage, I hurriedly hopped behind a screaming Mindy among the chaos. Yeap, you read that right. Two pillion riders, loads of lugguage, no helmets and a hell of a traffic. What fun! Too bad it was too chaotic to capture any of the hilarious moments.

I was half trying to balance my lugguage, half trying to pacify Mindy who was constantly screaming 'I am so scared! I am so scared!' As we weaved through the traffic, I patted her back and said 'Look, I am behind you! You are between me and the motorcyclist! If anyone is to fall off, it's me!'

As we rounded a corner, we came straight right smack at an approaching huge bus. Mindy screamed her lungs out but I just found the whole situation so funny, I almost guffawed till I fell off the bike. It was one memorable ride. It was darn fun! Too bad, some of the girls disagreed and we got ourselves another temporary chaffeur, Mr Sammeth.

First stop in the morning at Phnom Penh is the Killing Fields, where torture victims were executed by the Khmer Rouge. There was a huge glass tower filled with the skulls of men, women and children.

To date, 8985 corpses have been exhumed from the site.

Tuol Sleng Musem was a High School that became the Khmer Rouge main torture and interrogation center, known as Security Prison 21. Here, classroms are divided into small cells for holding prisoners.

There were displays of how victims were tortured.

Victims were also methodically numbered and photographed.

It was quite poignant, considering these violent doings occurred barely decades ago.

After all the depressing historical visits, we decided to cheer ourselves up by having a perk-me-up high tea at the Cambodian Raffles Hotel.

The Crazy Dog


Cocktails and Cakes!

Next morning was a relaxing casual morning ride to the countryside of Kien Svay. It is 12 km east of Phnom Penh and is more of the definitive Cambodian picnic spot for the locals. You can rent a water house for only USD2.

Wading our way to the water huts..

Our boat house was a very quaint bamboo stilt platforms protruding from the waters.

Ever so frequently, water hyacinths get nudged gently to our side, boats swung by to market their barbequed prawns and other seafood.

Water Hyacinths!

We soon settled comfortably to play cards and other silly games.

As the rest of the gang played Dai Dee, Isabelle and I sat listening to Mister Sammeth narrate about Cambodian way of life.

Mister Sammeth is such a sweet man. He wrote a letter to thank us for hiring him so he could support his little son to school. He told us the difficulties of poverty in Cambodia and other titbits. It was enlightening and very interesting.

He also singled me out, like the previous chaffeur, Mister Ritchy, in inquiring if I were a Japanese or if I have any Japanese blood in me. Adeline was scornful though,"Where got Japanese so black one lor."

After an enjoyable morning, we headed back to the city to have lunch at a gallery cafe opened by a German flutist. He educated us on flame cakes and the various aspects of his cuisine, mix of French and German.

Wah, Flame Cakes leh!

There were gallery of art works and cultural performances as well.

We adjourned to the Center Market for a shopping trip after lunch.

Grr! The Shopping Menaces!

There is nothing much to buy, except sporting goods. So, we were pretty bored after an hour. The fashion trend in Cambodia is atrocious! I think everyone pretty much dresses the same way as Singapore would three decades ago.

We ended up at a helmet store, buying helmets for Singapore.

We also purchased champagne from the supermarket because it was dirrrrrrt-cheap. Moet was going for around USD25? That is probably 40 buckeroos in Singaporean dollar. Pretty good deal, no?

As we sat around for dinner at the Pink Elephant, I bought a stalk of rose from a beggar girl and gave it to Isabelle.

She went berserk with joy, as you can see from the picture.

We were back in the hotel rooms, waiting for the champagne to be popped.

In that session, we realized Beehuay kisses fish, will call her son Queasy and Isabelle is just really, really atrocious in Mandarin. Boo!

On our last day, we invited Mister Sammeth to all our meals.

Isabelle inquired the beggar boy why he wasn't at school.

No money, he replied in a matter-of-factly manner.

Watching our banana flambe get torched...

After dinner spelt the end of our Cambodian holiday. We had to bid farewell to the city of Phnom Penh.

Yay, I am going home!

The craziness still persists as the Leow sisters gaped at boobs.

I was wedged between the two sisters on the flight and we had fun whacking each other while playing blackjack.

Ahhhh. When's my next vacation, I wonder?