Royal Jelly

Hmm. Everything seems to be working backwards for me lately.

Spent the whole afternoon and parts of my nocturnal hours yesterday exchanging texts with Alia. She's now safely tucked in the Merlion Land (that's Singapore for you and me lah) for the weekend or so. Did a brief Law topic discussion with the guys before dozing off. The day was swell. But....

-Happy 19th Shaela-

The (Law) test was generally good. Last night's discussion truly paid off. Post-test, Gave Fuzzy a soft copy of the Dean's Award ceremony pics (Congrats yet again!) and later on me and the guys poofed to Maju Tomyam for brunch.


Left from front to rear: Afiq, Razi & Zhaf. Centre: Pa'e. Right from front to rear: Me, Am & Adam

So we (maybe it should be narrowed down to me alone) thought that was it and the day would turned out to be another boring Saturday. Zhaf came up with a gorgeous plan. An escapade to Teluk Batik. Adam upped the ante by persuading the ladies to tag along. Brilliant. Too bad Fuzzy was already on the bus en route to Ipoh with her mateys. Don't worry, dearie. I did what you asked for. Turned out okay I guess.


Out of the 3 takes, this turned out best. As in the words of Adam, "Jangan jeles!!"

Had a soaking-blast of a time water-bashing with the girls. I was plundered down to the sea bed several times by Lindot and Nad. I truly underestimated their brawn. Feminine they are. Weaklings they are not. Except for the ladies, all 5 of us accidently stepped on a dead jellyfish. I stepped thrice. Dead it may be, but the sting is alive and loud. My legs were itchy for quite a while but it was under control. Approximately after spending 55 minutes drenched in salt-water funness, the sky went tumbling down. Rain, on the brain.


The 'deceased' jellyfish retrieved from the beach by Adam. I don't know about you guys, but it looks to me like a torn, see-through bikini bottom. Don't you think so? Oh, dirty me.


From left: Anis, Kemek, Nad & Lindot. What was Kemek sculpting?


Tipah & Anis. The only two people who was dry as an ikan kering. They somehow refuse to embrace the wetness of the vast oceon. Boo hoo.


Zhaf was again right. This photo is somehow similar with the one we took in Pangkor last year in terms of mood and vibe. Ah, the memories. Perhaps I was too close in proximity with Lindot. Razi will probably kill me. Sape suroh tak ikut?

Amidst all the pouring rain, we were obliged to obey our starving tummy. Headed to Tom Yam Sri Matang in Sematang for dinner. The food was satisfying. They serve a wicked Nasi Goreng U.S.A. I was mesmerised instantly. Back to campus, and that was finally 'that'. The day was great. But....

This is a very extreme contrast compared to my last entry. My guts are playing tricks on me. And I despise that.

Everything is working backwards for me.