chronicling my visits (yaya, with an ‘s’. i went thrice ok) to malacca in the past 2 weeks via pic-pic-piccies, i know you are expecting to read on aus but i wont blog about that YET because it’s damn tedious la i have >2000 pics and no patience as of now.
and if you are wondering about my title… don’t be silly, i’m not gonna talk about politics. i couldn’t be more apathetical about much else.
unless we’re talking about… uh…
…nope, there’s nothing.
so where does bush and obama come in??
yep, that’s them!
i know, who names their dogs bush and obama right?
the same people who named 2 dogs ahfa and moufa, that’s who.
presenting… the newest addition to ze bukit cina house.
nyahaha sho cute! he almost kissed the camera on that one.
ironically, the white one’s obama and the black one’s bush :D
they are very civil to each other and can gnaw on a mango seed like it’s a t-bone.
ju with bushy and me with oba oba
no i’m serious, that’s what they respond to.
ju with all three of ‘em; ahfa, bushy and obaoba.
it just looks so funny typed out.
obaoba. oba ba ba.
like some sakai chant.
hahahahahahahahahaha ok enough.
ahfa and obama who’s a crazy energetic dog. he runs around going crazy and tries to jump up on everything. he also has these mad huge ears that look ridiculous when perked up. reminds me of bartok (if you know who that is without googling, you’re awesome in my books!)
bushy’s more subdued and sweet. meloveshim.
i mean, look at that face.
btw, he’s not in a cage… that’s just the little door outside the kitchen.
malacca: round 2
i found pictures beneath the glass on the table!
that expression is priceless.
ju just looks like ju.
i am in love with this picture.
my dress is the prettiest :)
woarrghhhh!!! i feel like strangling something. you know when you have an itch but you don’t know where and no matter where you scratch, it’s still itchy?!?! driving me nuts right now!!!!!!! why does this happen????? geez.
was trapped in bukit china with nothing to do so i took pictures :D
my favourite flower in the garden because there used to be this really huge tree that was more than twice my height and when you shook it, it would rain pink :)
little things that belong in fairytales with fairies.
our pretty little weed posy.
on our way back to seremban, we stopped by at an aunt’s place in ayer keroh where she has stuff like…
chickens with crazy hairdos.
hoho check out the chick in the background!
they’ve black and white afros!!! how cool is that?
we were standing outside the gate and he was lying there, barking at us no less!
then we came in and he continued to bark (louder) without moving an inch.
looks like milo from TheMask, yeah?
anyway, why does everyone i know in malacca have a dog??
and purple lilies…
popped over to a fruit stall to get us some pineapples and DURIAN.
oshhh. i need more.
more more MORE durian tqvm.
just in case you forgot i also love cats haha this is a meowzer at chapati corner.
malacca: round three :D
with yc and the fellas (not pictured lol)
our favefavefave cendol place in jonker walk.
the last time we were here, everyone left craving for moreeee… but it think it’s just one of those things that you overplay in your mind because it was just okay this time round. ohwell.
foooooooood. oh oily, sugary food!
it’s no wonder malaysians have a shorter life-span.
can’t beat that oiliness.
it doesn’t really make sense, but i could feel the inner lining of my stomach getting coated with oil as i ate. the asam laksa was still good though :D but i’m a sucker for asam laksa so that’s not saying much really.
this, this was good. gula melaka still as gooey as everr i tell ya.
shitla salivating now.
zin n plh
both apparently ‘single’.
popeye the sailorman! toot toot!
i used to watch popeye all the time when i was a kid… it was my default cartoon (that and ninja turtles). oh and there was this really cute video game where he has to go around collecting paper hearts for olive while avoiding brutus. i don’t like popeye anymore. he’s ugly and olive is annoyingly useless. it probably started out as an elaborate scheme to get kids to eat their spinach. plus if you think about it really, even his name is sick. pop eye. not pleasant.
i miss the blue, blue australian sky.
bought pretty looking drinks which didn’t taste so great.
the guava one was damn weird.
what i would give for a nose-bridge…
walked around for a bit and almost died of heatstroke, we did.
so off we went to dataran pahlawan to bask in AC while we tried to digest in time for tea (which required a lot of effort).
me and in the midst of a mv-recording.
so yau feel, hor? lolx.
some display in a shoe shop.
i wants to bring it home with me~
candy thievery :)
left with loadsa shopping bags and headed to some nyonya kuih place for tea but it was bloody closed aish. so then we got lost (sort of) before we got to this other nonya eatery at melaka raya called ole sayang. turns out i’ve eaten here before wahaha.
i cannot read chinese.
they had all these pictures along the walls captioned as mrX, wife of mrX, son of mrX, father of mrX… etc. which i find disrespectful because all those other people have names too okay! and i don’t even know who mrX was… probably the founder of this place or something.
chums waiting for the yums.
when was the last time we had a pic taken?
oooh lemme go find it!
2007 i think. form6.
this one’s ancient history man… 2004?
i tell people all the time, i’m fatter now… i used to be thinner and no one believes me.
well here’s proof!!! look at those twigs passing themselves off as my legs.
i don’t know how i survived without ‘fragile’ stamped in red across my forehead.
getting back to malacca and the yums…
them wanting to taste authentic nonya dishes, we had assam fish, chap chai, pongteh chicken and sotong sambal. after which i realised i have been unknowingly eating nonya food all my life wtf. it was damn weird eating all these stuff at a restaurant.
close up of the squid because squid is love.
by the river.
then off we went, back to jonker walk for the night market…
shitloads of people at the night market.
spot yc! she’s the one with funky hair.
master ho eng hui. malaysian guinness book of records record holder… for piercing the most number of coconuts within a minute… with his forefinger! ‘jari telunjuk sakti’ wtf.
he eats fire.
and throws cards…
and knows how to whip…
and use that two-wooden-rods-connected-by-metal-chain bruce lee thingamajig.
i’m so impressed.
here he is trying to get some random angmo to throw cards at him before he threatened to kill him with his deadly card-throwing powers. oooo~ scary.
it’s weird how i’ve seen something similar (or could’ve seen) at a local night market in seremban. only that guy was waywaywayway more long-winded and never got around to performing his miraculous coconut-finger-piercing before i gave up waiting. just might’ve been another rip-off of our dear master hoenghui –_-
…or they could be si heng si dai haha.
malacca river by night.
having somewhat digested our dinner by walking the jonker night market,
it’s cockle time!
(did i mention this was a makan trip?)
so off to the cockles we go…
haha i know, so dodgy right?!
but it was actually pretty good if you manage to stop thinking about the gazillions of bacteria and creepy crawlies that’re probably swarming around the place.
“what you talking about?! don’t simply say hor, my place very the clean ok!!!”
lol, nolar… he just happened to look up to ask if we wanted chilli on that.
ya haa, there be scarier things than that there uncle lurking in that alley…
oooooo~ and you can be sure it’s no indian ghost.
lala my love, second to none.
although it was a tight battle between the squid and em.
us in the dodgiest of eateries.
thenthenthen because none of us have been,
but of course, we got lost for a little while first. hehe.
you have no idea how much i wanted to push that button :D
it’s big and yellow and screams ‘PUSH ME!’
as you can see, i was deeply annoyed.
this was actually taken before… which explains the ecstacy.
because it really is nothing to shout about. in fact, it was pretty dull. it was like the ferris wheel that wouldn’t stop spinning. on one hand, you wanted it to stop cause you’re bored of looking at lights but on the other, you want it to go on because heck, you’ve paid a good 8 ringgit for it. kwim?
ok, abrupt THE END.
gonna go shopping with ells and hang out with jess tommorow~ and and perhaps a birthday dinner with pow n gang if possible.
to everyone who came forward and tried to de-stalk-ify themselves by ‘subtly’ referring to things i blogged about and also to those who didn’t, comment lah. i be happy when you do :D
to justin. thanks to you, my facebook notifications are more disturbing than not. why do you keep asking me to date girls, man?! and spanking… let’s not go there.
to tako and ebi. i miss you guys mucho! come home fastfast.
to teo. safe trip! don’t catch anything and have loadsa fun.
-fugu i be coming-