tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72099129224684195262008-07-06T14:17:56.553-07:00Beautiful Worldfootiamnoreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-77522200383571842632008-06-23T00:28:00.000-07:002008-07-03T00:37:24.960-07:00Deadly Bet!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SGyAzewthsI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/-A-oEK4mtzM/s1600-h/boy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SGyAzewthsI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/-A-oEK4mtzM/s320/boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218687690134619842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was raining heavily when a <a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/6/23/nation/21627000&amp;sec=nation">13 year old boy</a> jumped into the 3m-deep water of a monsoon drain to check its depth. It was all about a RM10 bet (less than US $5). Unfortunately, the boy was washed away by the strong current and his three <span style="font-style: italic;">friends</span> who abetted him and witnessed the incident, for fear of trouble, kept mum until interrogated by the boy's parents. The boy was found</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">dead five days later at a mine, a few kilometres from the monsoon drain. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Now, who are our friends, I wonder and is life that cheap?<br /><br /><br /></span></span>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-70386380408782196672008-06-20T01:13:00.003-07:002008-06-28T05:24:49.863-07:00Bowled over!<span style="font-weight: bold;">When some youngsters asked me to go bowling at the bowling arcade in Taiping, I gladly obliged. Youngsters nowadays don't play kites, tops, marbles, water pistols or any of those traditional games. During those good old days, children often created their own games using whatever resources there were.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Children those days were really easily bowled over. With a little imagination, discarded things like bottle caps, cigarettes boxes</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">, rubber bands and even rubber seeds could generate untold fun. A game at the bowling arcade costs RM 6, which is very cheap even by Malaysian standard. I remember my brother making toy guns and swords out of wood when he was in school and there was a specially designed sword modeled after the broken sword of Shaw's mega<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>hit<span style="font-style: italic;"> movie One Armed Swordsman</span> starring Jimmy Wang Yu, the Chinese heartthrob of yesteryears, which no one except himself could touch! That perhaps was the most expensive toy he ever had and the cost probably did not come to a dollar! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">One probably do not need much to be bowled over!</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Getting ready to be bowled over!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFtocIsd99I/AAAAAAAAFZ4/WZZSEqltxhk/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFtocIsd99I/AAAAAAAAFZ4/WZZSEqltxhk/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213875826191103954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFtn9KWV6HI/AAAAAAAAFZY/ijMYJhHUdpo/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFtn9KWV6HI/AAAAAAAAFZY/ijMYJhHUdpo/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213875294059227250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Bowled!</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFtoR9DhqEI/AAAAAAAAFZw/tKgpl5TSRvc/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFtoR9DhqEI/AAAAAAAAFZw/tKgpl5TSRvc/s320/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213875651267897410" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-70841904548466424872008-06-17T01:26:00.001-07:002008-06-24T00:26:33.380-07:00Petroleum Price Hike Musing<span style="font-weight: bold;">Each time the price of petroleum soars, the country squirms. When the price of petrol went up to RM2.70 per liter, a 48per cent hike, many other things will be expected to rise with it.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Several people interviewed by the local Star Paper said that their monthly income of RM 3000 is already not sufficient .There has been a call for a change of lifestyle and some have proposed cutting down on entertainment and eating out which <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I believe would be good since with everyone at home, there is going to be more of the getting to know each other session in a family, something that seem to have diminished in this modern world. There will perhaps be more warmth at home and then of course, eating home-cooked meal is definitely healthier. Lifestyle should be changed no doubt, maybe even with drastic actions like the one suggested by the photo below...<br /><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFd1W_vq-JI/AAAAAAAAFVw/fSyFZPXM7zI/s1600-h/ATT07989.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFd1W_vq-JI/AAAAAAAAFVw/fSyFZPXM7zI/s320/ATT07989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212764131633592466" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-55499053389643271882008-06-17T01:16:00.000-07:002008-06-20T21:19:42.659-07:00Men in Car<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFdzVyndLoI/AAAAAAAAFVo/KPm7-YsMa80/s1600-h/n_03chengmau.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFdzVyndLoI/AAAAAAAAFVo/KPm7-YsMa80/s320/n_03chengmau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212761911906348674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A restaurant worker flagged a passing car for help to save his dying mother. The man had left his mother near the door of their home in the care of his younger brother. He ran to stop a taxi but the taxi driver refused to stop and he had then flagged down a dark-coloured car with four men inside. He begged the men for help and got into the vehicle when they told him that he had to follow them to get an ambulance. They drove to a graveyard instead, beat him unconscious and robbed him of a handphone and around RM500 in cash. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Now, those must not be men in the car...</span></span>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-49276623202392247322008-06-15T07:34:00.001-07:002008-06-15T08:55:03.920-07:00I would, I would<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Dedicating this to Cheng Guan...</span><br /><br />It seems like yesterday but years have passed and Cheng Guan, that quiet boy with very few words has blossomed into a young man and he is getting married and in fact, has just got married today! Quiet as he is, one would expect him to have few friends but you would be surprised - He has many friends from his school days and I remember those days when they would go out together to have fun and would often spent late nights together playing cards. He has many friends, that's what I thought but on his big day, many of them could not turn up; some stay just too far away, some have job commitments and some, well, I am not sure why. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Perhaps, this is life... while wine grows better with age, the same could not be said about friends.</span> Some people find new friends and place more importance on new people while other would stay put with their old ones, appreciating them as they learn to take them warts and all. As I sit wondering now about Cheng Guan's friends, I wish they are of the latter type. I wonder too if Cheng Guan would be disappointed. As a bridegroom, I would. As a friend, I would. The worst thing about it all is sometimes, disappointment breeds contempt.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">The venue: Lee Ong Hoo in Pokok Assam, Taiping...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUplv2HVXI/AAAAAAAAFUY/h5vjZmsz8Ok/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUplv2HVXI/AAAAAAAAFUY/h5vjZmsz8Ok/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117872226555250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUpZWi-09I/AAAAAAAAFUQ/nhnqSDEohr4/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUpZWi-09I/AAAAAAAAFUQ/nhnqSDEohr4/s320/DSC01130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117659276989394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Friends...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUpS0SMJtI/AAAAAAAAFUI/_DpFsu9nkBM/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUpS0SMJtI/AAAAAAAAFUI/_DpFsu9nkBM/s320/DSC01132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117547000538834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUu74sRS5I/AAAAAAAAFUg/WFcr1I5mM6M/s1600-h/DSC01131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUu74sRS5I/AAAAAAAAFUg/WFcr1I5mM6M/s320/DSC01131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123750116445074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUpFEJlrPI/AAAAAAAAFUA/eOqm9Dn33-w/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUpFEJlrPI/AAAAAAAAFUA/eOqm9Dn33-w/s320/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117310741261554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">The bride and bridegroom..</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUvM2-aQWI/AAAAAAAAFUw/zYscHAMOIOI/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUvM2-aQWI/AAAAAAAAFUw/zYscHAMOIOI/s320/DSC01141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212124041713434978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />...taking centre stage...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUo8k2o6YI/AAAAAAAAFT4/PSTe5-mk_gY/s1600-h/DSC01138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUo8k2o6YI/AAAAAAAAFT4/PSTe5-mk_gY/s320/DSC01138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117164901329282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUvCigiyGI/AAAAAAAAFUo/ou1wC031Ymc/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUvCigiyGI/AAAAAAAAFUo/ou1wC031Ymc/s320/DSC01137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123864420763746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUo0_FmTrI/AAAAAAAAFTw/7ipu8WRtrLs/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUo0_FmTrI/AAAAAAAAFTw/7ipu8WRtrLs/s320/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117034504441522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">...Calling it a night...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUot_1LMFI/AAAAAAAAFTo/4AC6frq3kdE/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUot_1LMFI/AAAAAAAAFTo/4AC6frq3kdE/s320/DSC01142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212116914444906578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUonWawWtI/AAAAAAAAFTg/Niyf5wGlqZs/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SFUonWawWtI/AAAAAAAAFTg/Niyf5wGlqZs/s320/DSC01144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212116800249027282" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-1257132157998447192008-06-12T02:54:00.000-07:002008-06-12T03:45:43.921-07:00June Meme<a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://digital-newworld.com/blog/">Witewood</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> tagged me for a May Meme but I put it off and so, I guess, it's a June Meme now. Here, the particpants will have to answer a series of questions with a one word answer:</span><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;"><em>Yourself:</em> Calm<br /><em>Your Partner:</em> None<br /><em>Your Hair:</em> Short<br /><em>Your Mother:</em> Human<br /><em>Your Father:</em> Cool<br /><em>Your Favorite Item:</em> Cellphone<br /><em>Your Dream Last Night:</em> Absurd<br /><em>Your Favorite Drink:</em> Water<br /><em>Your Dream Home: </em>Warm<br /><em>The Room You Are In:</em> Comfortable<br /><em>Your Fear:</em> Sick<br /><em>Where Do You Want to be in 10 years:</em> Retired<br /><em>Who You Hung Out With Last Night:</em> Computer<br /><em>What You Are Not:</em> Sarcastic<br /><em>Muffins</em>: What?<br /><em>One of Your Wish Items:</em> None<br /><em>Time: </em>Privilege<br /><em>Last Thing You Did:</em> blogging<br /><em>What You Are Wearing</em>: Spectacles<br /><em>Your Favorite Weather</em>: Cool<br /><em>Your Favorite Book:</em> Philosophy<br /><em>Last Thing You Ate:</em> Rice<br /><em>Your Mood:</em> Normal<br /><em>Your Best Friends:</em> Mmm..<br /><em>What Are You Thinking About Right Now:</em> Friends<br /><em>Your Car:</em> Old<br /><em>Your Summer:</em> Question irrelevant - It's hot year the whole year over where I live!<br /><em>What’s on your TV:</em> Crystals! (They are ON the TV!)<br /><em>What Is Your Weather Like:</em> Hot<br /><em>When Was the Last Time You Laughed:</em> Morning<br /><em>What is your relationship status: </em><span style="font-weight: bold;">Huh?</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tagging <a href="http://phototecture.blogspot.com/">Ely</a>, <a href="http://ithasbeenyears.blogspot.com/">Kenneth</a>, <a href="http://terrence-heart.blogspot.com/">Terrence</a> and <a href="http://animals-as-friends.blogspot.com/">Liudmila</a>... And a Chinese song for you as you ponder over whether you would take up this meme...<br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Qi Li Xiang (Orange Jasmine) by Jay Chow...<br /></span></p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX1Hicf3myg&amp;hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX1Hicf3myg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-25741726180754386412008-05-23T23:19:00.001-07:002008-05-23T23:52:32.512-07:00Food for you!<span style="font-weight: bold;">A few weeks ago, I was at Sungai Petani, a small town up north. I took a bus and at the bus stand, I stopped for a plate of <span style="font-style: italic;">wantan noodles</span> and a glass of blended red means topped with Milo, the latter, I suppose, the town was famous for. Later, towards the evening, Ong and I went out for tea and I had <span style="font-style: italic;">Tom Yam</span> and the former had <span style="font-style: italic;">Loh mee</span>. At night, after watching Jacky Chan and Jet Li in action in <span style="font-style: italic;">Forbidden Kingdom</span>, we went for supper. Ong had <span style="font-style: italic;">wantan noodle</span> and I had Sungai Petani's quaint <span style="font-style: italic;">curry mee</span>. Since I would off for several days to Miri, I have all these South East Asian food laid out for your viewing pleasure... <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If you forget the oil and the cholesterol, food are a delight. They tease your tastebuds and nourishes!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> By the way, mee is the local word for noodles.</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Here I stopped for my wanton noodle and blended red beans topped with Milo...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe3vnksf7I/AAAAAAAAFNA/_y8ThDKUe00/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe3vnksf7I/AAAAAAAAFNA/_y8ThDKUe00/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203829923154526130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe2hnksf5I/AAAAAAAAFMw/zgW3HBmlqXk/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe2hnksf5I/AAAAAAAAFMw/zgW3HBmlqXk/s320/DSC00373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203828583124729746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Towards evening, we had <span style="font-style: italic;">Loh mee</span>...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe2Z3ksf4I/AAAAAAAAFMo/gubPW1c-oVg/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe2Z3ksf4I/AAAAAAAAFMo/gubPW1c-oVg/s320/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203828449980743554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Tom yam noodles...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe2SXksf3I/AAAAAAAAFMg/ZmLmQXt_aCs/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe2SXksf3I/AAAAAAAAFMg/ZmLmQXt_aCs/s320/DSC00378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203828321131724658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">and for supper, we had curry mee...<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe4Knksf8I/AAAAAAAAFNI/xqmTO4ee4H8/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe4Knksf8I/AAAAAAAAFNI/xqmTO4ee4H8/s320/DSC00444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203830387010994114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />and wanton noodles...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe213ksf6I/AAAAAAAAFM4/FIQXRz2eo08/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SDe213ksf6I/AAAAAAAAFM4/FIQXRz2eo08/s320/DSC00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203828931017080738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Eat to your delight!</span>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-22660077539020197692008-05-12T06:50:00.001-07:002008-05-16T21:13:04.649-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Joy is a strange fruit!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SChLqpXw9FI/AAAAAAAAFEU/op5mqdNZj90/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SChLqpXw9FI/AAAAAAAAFEU/op5mqdNZj90/s320/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199488965831357522" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SChLeJXw9EI/AAAAAAAAFEM/CQvRix5NdCQ/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SChLeJXw9EI/AAAAAAAAFEM/CQvRix5NdCQ/s320/DSC00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199488751082992706" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Joy is a strange fruit!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Pics taken at the foot of Bukit Larut. April, 2008)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If you fancy a dense tropical forest and perhaps, some quietness and solitude too, Bukit Larut is just the place for you. Situated at the suburb of Malaysia's historical town, Taiping, the forest is a feast to the eyes and is ever full of surprises. During my trip there, I chanced upon a strange, unidentified fruit from the forest which was found by a man working at the foot of the hill. That perhaps was a perfect cap for my the trip to Bukit Larut</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">- the jewel on the crown! </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Who say, a jewel needs to be a diamond!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br />For more tales, on travelling, check out <a href="http://travelpangs.blogspot.com/">Travel Pangs</a>.<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">For more joys, check out <a href="http://impermanentworld.blogspot.com/">Simple Joys</a>.</span><br /></span></span>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-65675484981004064212008-05-07T07:39:00.000-07:002008-05-15T06:40:29.589-07:00A Traveller's Tale: No Tea at the Tea Garden<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Walking down Bukit Larut, one may want to take a respite at a little waterfall but nowadays, the waterfall is fenced up! You can just enjoy a view of the waterfall but you cannot get to run your fingers through the icy cold water. <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">Nature is supposed to be enjoyed but there is always some smart Aleck with bright ideas out to spoil the fun! <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">Anyway, fret not.</span> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">A short while later, you will come to the Tea Garden which is situated at 656 m above sea level. There is no tea at the Tea Garden but it seemed that tea was grown here a long, long time ago when Bukit Larut was first opened by the British, hence, its name. There used to be an Indian family staying in a small house here too back in the 70s and one could buy Coca-cola from them to quench the thirst after a tiring walk but today there is no resident here at the tea garden. A big abandoned wooden house is still around though and it lends a mysterious picture to the hill. Some people say the house is haunted...<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">A little waterfall...</span><br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXDtnJ5VVI/AAAAAAAAFDE/R9Q5On9Lv9w/s1600-h/DSC_0866.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198776533241124178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXDtnJ5VVI/AAAAAAAAFDE/R9Q5On9Lv9w/s320/DSC_0866.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">An abandoned house...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXDDHJ5VUI/AAAAAAAAFC8/Qh1rZgQeoRs/s1600-h/DSC_0876.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198775803096683842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXDDHJ5VUI/AAAAAAAAFC8/Qh1rZgQeoRs/s320/DSC_0876.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXBtHJ5VSI/AAAAAAAAFCs/hssCFXDZdFU/s1600-h/DSC_0868.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198774325627933986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXBtHJ5VSI/AAAAAAAAFCs/hssCFXDZdFU/s320/DSC_0868.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXA9HJ5VRI/AAAAAAAAFCk/I3Vm6wdluw8/s1600-h/DSC_0871.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198773500994213138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXA9HJ5VRI/AAAAAAAAFCk/I3Vm6wdluw8/s320/DSC_0871.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">at the Tea Garden of Bukit Larut...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXAaXJ5VQI/AAAAAAAAFCc/6IAHB4pHTZs/s1600-h/DSC_0875.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198772903993758978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SCXAaXJ5VQI/AAAAAAAAFCc/6IAHB4pHTZs/s320/DSC_0875.JPG" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-22259809036558142032008-05-02T21:33:00.000-07:002008-05-13T00:23:18.143-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Green Gems<span style="font-weight: bold;">Taking a walk down Bukit Larut could be tedious. It's a 10 km walk if you choose the tarred road which reportedly has 108 hairpins. The walk would be long and often slow but it could be worth it. It's not just that one could avoid the sudden change in pressure and the nauseating, dizzying feeling of being cooped up in a jeep but when you walk, you get to see<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the green gems all around you. You just have to look and even on the ground, there are green gems. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">That is, if you care to see...</span></span></span></span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />Walking down Bukit Larut...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBv4ObtwCLI/AAAAAAAAE_s/y5VUMgbE7g8/s1600-h/DSC_0878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBv4ObtwCLI/AAAAAAAAE_s/y5VUMgbE7g8/s320/DSC_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196019521943505074" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />...you get to see Green Gems all the way...<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBv2mLtwCKI/AAAAAAAAE_k/RVE25u2qzXo/s1600-h/DSC_0846.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBv2mLtwCKI/AAAAAAAAE_k/RVE25u2qzXo/s320/DSC_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196017730942142626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBv1YLtwCJI/AAAAAAAAE_c/eOeybaOaBOg/s1600-h/DSC_0856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBv1YLtwCJI/AAAAAAAAE_c/eOeybaOaBOg/s320/DSC_0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196016390912346258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBv0ZbtwCII/AAAAAAAAE_U/UNn_tjBOojo/s1600-h/DSC_0842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBv0ZbtwCII/AAAAAAAAE_U/UNn_tjBOojo/s320/DSC_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196015312875554946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvyUbtwCHI/AAAAAAAAE_M/044lI196XG0/s1600-h/DSC_0836.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvyUbtwCHI/AAAAAAAAE_M/044lI196XG0/s320/DSC_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196013027952953458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvxTLtwCGI/AAAAAAAAE_E/pwIeWus-DUs/s1600-h/DSC_0839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvxTLtwCGI/AAAAAAAAE_E/pwIeWus-DUs/s320/DSC_0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196011906966489186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvwCLtwCFI/AAAAAAAAE-8/D7prx6SEkuA/s1600-h/DSC_0852.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvwCLtwCFI/AAAAAAAAE-8/D7prx6SEkuA/s320/DSC_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196010515397085266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvukLtwCEI/AAAAAAAAE-0/WN-gassDwsw/s1600-h/DSC_0855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvukLtwCEI/AAAAAAAAE-0/WN-gassDwsw/s320/DSC_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196008900489381954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvto7twCDI/AAAAAAAAE-s/PjPu51SpCPw/s1600-h/DSC_0862.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvto7twCDI/AAAAAAAAE-s/PjPu51SpCPw/s320/DSC_0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196007882582132786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvsRrtwCCI/AAAAAAAAE-k/v0o7gEM9Ays/s1600-h/DSC_0863.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBvsRrtwCCI/AAAAAAAAE-k/v0o7gEM9Ays/s320/DSC_0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196006383638546466" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-42541830943880724842008-05-01T07:58:00.001-07:002008-05-09T19:16:35.282-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Enjoying the Clouds and Mist<span style="font-weight: bold;">In ancient China, I have heard it said that emperors sat and drank tea under the pavilion in the summer palace after a downpour just to appreciate and enjoy the mist and the wind. Well, in Bukit Larut, minus the pavilion and the tea, you can still do that. Never mind if there are abhorring human structures like a hanging bridge that you don't like, you can just throw your eyes at the distance, and lo, you enjoy! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">There is joy if you choose to see!<br /><br /></span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Enjoy the mist in Bukit Larut...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBndsrtwB5I/AAAAAAAAE9E/kWgdhnGrt5w/s1600-h/DSC_0880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBndsrtwB5I/AAAAAAAAE9E/kWgdhnGrt5w/s320/DSC_0880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195427404867176338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBndLrtwB4I/AAAAAAAAE88/lMk0a1QDkjA/s1600-h/DSC_0711.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBndLrtwB4I/AAAAAAAAE88/lMk0a1QDkjA/s320/DSC_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195426837931493250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBncs7twB3I/AAAAAAAAE80/T6ixiwvC25g/s1600-h/DSC_0705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBncs7twB3I/AAAAAAAAE80/T6ixiwvC25g/s320/DSC_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195426309650515826" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">You can have a peep of Taiping town too if you care..</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBncPrtwB2I/AAAAAAAAE8s/DdPL1dfT26Y/s1600-h/DSC_0814.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBncPrtwB2I/AAAAAAAAE8s/DdPL1dfT26Y/s320/DSC_0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195425807139342178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnbqLtwB1I/AAAAAAAAE8k/yMXQiVzBLR8/s1600-h/DSC_0806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnbqLtwB1I/AAAAAAAAE8k/yMXQiVzBLR8/s320/DSC_0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195425162894247762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBna-LtwB0I/AAAAAAAAE8c/O99lZY6VrXU/s1600-h/DSC_0807.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBna-LtwB0I/AAAAAAAAE8c/O99lZY6VrXU/s320/DSC_0807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195424406980003650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Even the leaveless trees are a delight!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBne-rtwB7I/AAAAAAAAE9U/X-AdGuln7jg/s1600-h/DSC_0673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBne-rtwB7I/AAAAAAAAE9U/X-AdGuln7jg/s320/DSC_0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195428813616449458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnecbtwB6I/AAAAAAAAE9M/mIng3xPYoBk/s1600-h/DSC_0674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnecbtwB6I/AAAAAAAAE9M/mIng3xPYoBk/s320/DSC_0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195428225205929890" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">There are joys if you care to see!</span>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-6118933518013426302008-05-01T07:25:00.001-07:002008-05-07T00:37:41.763-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Bukit Larut Surprise<span style="font-weight: bold;">Surprises abound in Bukit Larut! Cendana Bungalow or what used to be called The Hut has been renovated and privatized. Tourists can still stay there for the night I supposed for I saw a group of people being served dinner there at night. Then, there was also this nursery there where you will have to pay RM 1 to enter to watch hyacinths and tulips but if you are dying to watch the blooms, you'd have to go in December. Spare RM 10 if you are bringing in your SLR camera. And if there is not enough of surprises, there is also this hanging bridge in Bukit Larut which I heard was built perhaps two years ago and which I just laid my eyes on. I truly think the nursery and the bridge are an eyesore! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Surprises are not always sweet!<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />A visit to the hut...</span><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnXGrtwBzI/AAAAAAAAE8U/kkm6nlZrg3w/s1600-h/DSC_0700.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnXGrtwBzI/AAAAAAAAE8U/kkm6nlZrg3w/s320/DSC_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195420154962380594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnWYLtwByI/AAAAAAAAE8M/Dsd0GQEmh4k/s1600-h/DSC_0696.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnWYLtwByI/AAAAAAAAE8M/Dsd0GQEmh4k/s320/DSC_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195419356098463522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">A hanging bridge and an eyesore...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnVWrtwBxI/AAAAAAAAE8E/Ewqr4Wa4oC0/s1600-h/DSC_0703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnVWrtwBxI/AAAAAAAAE8E/Ewqr4Wa4oC0/s320/DSC_0703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195418230817031954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnUnLtwBwI/AAAAAAAAE78/bV6-BdzimNk/s1600-h/DSC_0826.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnUnLtwBwI/AAAAAAAAE78/bV6-BdzimNk/s320/DSC_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195417414773245698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnUDrtwBvI/AAAAAAAAE70/PNpBKGjjWXg/s1600-h/DSC_0827.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnUDrtwBvI/AAAAAAAAE70/PNpBKGjjWXg/s320/DSC_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195416804887889650" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-12674601198440974852008-05-01T06:36:00.000-07:002008-05-02T19:28:43.755-07:00A Traveller's Tale: If you love to go a Wandering...<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Hiking in Bukit Larut...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnKbbtwBuI/AAAAAAAAE7s/EOoOvMLpdOY/s1600-h/DSC_0695.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnKbbtwBuI/AAAAAAAAE7s/EOoOvMLpdOY/s320/DSC_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195406217793504994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnJ3LtwBtI/AAAAAAAAE7k/5jpm-SFPc9A/s1600-h/DSC_0694.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnJ3LtwBtI/AAAAAAAAE7k/5jpm-SFPc9A/s320/DSC_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195405595023247058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnJZ7twBsI/AAAAAAAAE7c/G2IyRD6F06Y/s1600-h/DSC_0693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnJZ7twBsI/AAAAAAAAE7c/G2IyRD6F06Y/s320/DSC_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195405092512073410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnIortwBrI/AAAAAAAAE7U/WYxGbmgUrsE/s1600-h/DSC_0692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnIortwBrI/AAAAAAAAE7U/WYxGbmgUrsE/s320/DSC_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195404246403516082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnIHrtwBqI/AAAAAAAAE7M/2V0mLsK39Mk/s1600-h/DSC_0691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBnIHrtwBqI/AAAAAAAAE7M/2V0mLsK39Mk/s320/DSC_0691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195403679467832994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you love to go a wandering, it ought to be in Bukit Larut! That reminds me of the popular song, </span><b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Happy Wanderer</b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>or </span><b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Der fröhliche Wanderer</b><span style="font-weight: bold;"> or </span><b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mein Vater war ein Wandersmann</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> by Friedrich-Wilhelm Möller. Thise song's original German lyrics have been translated to several languages and the English lyrics were written by Antonia Ridge. American Milton DeLugg wrote its famous arrangement and has thus been sometimes falsely credited as the composer of the song. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In life, I bet there are lots of false credits but what the heck! Just enjoy this!</span></span><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXyQzujBfxU&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXyQzujBfxU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-24845593220298227752008-04-30T03:01:00.001-07:002008-05-01T03:14:19.336-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Giant Ferns!<span style="font-weight: bold;">Bukit Larut is a heaven for nature lovers. As a schoolboy, I had been told by a teacher that there were giant elephant ferns in Bukit Larut and these plants supposedly could be found in New Zealand,too. I have seen them in Penang Hill too and today, I'd tell the younger generations too: <span style="font-style: italic;">There are giant ferns in Bukit Larut.</span> Happy viewing! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">God's gifts to mankind ought to be passed on to the younger generations!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhG6btwBpI/AAAAAAAAE7E/DpBFDdNlCGg/s1600-h/DSC_0810.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhG6btwBpI/AAAAAAAAE7E/DpBFDdNlCGg/s320/DSC_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194980139857872530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhGS7twBoI/AAAAAAAAE68/cuJJtkr8Qzk/s1600-h/DSC_0808.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhGS7twBoI/AAAAAAAAE68/cuJJtkr8Qzk/s320/DSC_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194979461253039746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhFlbtwBnI/AAAAAAAAE60/LSCfkos3VmE/s1600-h/DSC_0677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhFlbtwBnI/AAAAAAAAE60/LSCfkos3VmE/s320/DSC_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194978679568991858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhE47twBmI/AAAAAAAAE6s/ayInBZ6kbj4/s1600-h/DSC_0670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhE47twBmI/AAAAAAAAE6s/ayInBZ6kbj4/s320/DSC_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194977915064813154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhEErtwBlI/AAAAAAAAE6k/66YZnYInErQ/s1600-h/DSC_0669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBhEErtwBlI/AAAAAAAAE6k/66YZnYInErQ/s320/DSC_0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194977017416648274" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-43993160353143929262008-04-26T07:54:00.001-07:002008-04-30T01:20:48.412-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Scouts in the Mist<span style="font-weight: bold;">Bukit Larut is such a quiet place.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">If you are taking a stroll in the evening and you happen to hear the swings in the playground swinging and the happy laughter of youngsters ringing in the crisp,cold air, your hairs may start to stand on ends especially if your eyes have from afar actually caught sight of the scouts who are beginning to march in the mist... <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">With the proper setting and an overactive mind, people tend to think of ghosts...<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">and in Bukit Larut, someone would have probably told you already of a British lady who haunts a bungalow there...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Scouts in the mist...</span> </span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9QyrtwAXI/AAAAAAAAEw0/7dU0Zp1vtFA/s1600-h/DSC_0717.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9QyrtwAXI/AAAAAAAAEw0/7dU0Zp1vtFA/s320/DSC_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192457727039766898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBSdD7twBfI/AAAAAAAAE50/79AwLparkXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBSdD7twBfI/AAAAAAAAE50/79AwLparkXQ/s320/DSC_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193948961159775730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBShartwBjI/AAAAAAAAE6U/P8otCL83t6A/s1600-h/DSC_0730.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBShartwBjI/AAAAAAAAE6U/P8otCL83t6A/s320/DSC_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193953750048310834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBSfCLtwBhI/AAAAAAAAE6E/qEU2rXnQ09c/s1600-h/DSC_0744.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBSfCLtwBhI/AAAAAAAAE6E/qEU2rXnQ09c/s320/DSC_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193951130118260242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBSgfbtwBiI/AAAAAAAAE6M/rPut9aix5jM/s1600-h/DSC_0732.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBSgfbtwBiI/AAAAAAAAE6M/rPut9aix5jM/s320/DSC_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193952732141061666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBSeT7twBgI/AAAAAAAAE58/YZNJ4x5CCw0/s1600-h/DSC_0737.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBSeT7twBgI/AAAAAAAAE58/YZNJ4x5CCw0/s320/DSC_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193950335549310466" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-13610794162770049822008-04-26T07:18:00.001-07:002008-04-27T19:25:27.264-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Going up Bukit Larut<span style="font-weight: bold;">Going up Bukit Larut is easy! You just have to pay RM 6 for a to and fro ride on a jeep. If you fancy a walk, do so but that would be a 10 km walk which may take up to three hours. The jeep used to be a drab black and smaller too very unlike the Black Maria that transports criminals but these days, the jeep are really colourful, bigger, more spacious and therefore more comfortable. On Saturday, when I went up the hill, there was an unusually bigger crowd. It was the Sultan of Perak's birthday, a public holiday and school children and tourists alike were out on an excursion. Joggers were in full gear and they normally walk up the tar road or little paths up to as far as 2 km before they turn back. The school children especially would probably break up the quiet and peace up there! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">One would probably not get what one seek for!</span><br /><br /><br />A jeep at the waiting kiosk...<br /></span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBNB0LtwBPI/AAAAAAAAE30/sm7GCn3CC7A/s1600-h/DSC_0654.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBNB0LtwBPI/AAAAAAAAE30/sm7GCn3CC7A/s320/DSC_0654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193567160041997554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">School boys and girls waiting for a jeep to take them up the hill...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM-hbtwBLI/AAAAAAAAE3U/tna3dq4eWEY/s1600-h/DSC_0646.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM-hbtwBLI/AAAAAAAAE3U/tna3dq4eWEY/s320/DSC_0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193563539384566962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBNAmbtwBOI/AAAAAAAAE3s/kQpOGhw2hKE/s1600-h/DSC_0651.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBNAmbtwBOI/AAAAAAAAE3s/kQpOGhw2hKE/s320/DSC_0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193565824307168482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM_7rtwBNI/AAAAAAAAE3k/OvYHIPZlNJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0649.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM_7rtwBNI/AAAAAAAAE3k/OvYHIPZlNJ8/s320/DSC_0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193565089867760850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM_WLtwBMI/AAAAAAAAE3c/cgY_Q-oEEqU/s1600-h/DSC_0653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM_WLtwBMI/AAAAAAAAE3c/cgY_Q-oEEqU/s320/DSC_0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193564445622666434" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-25246808265690777422008-04-25T23:38:00.001-07:002008-04-27T09:07:56.501-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Stoned!<b style="font-weight: bold;">They are nothing like Uluru</b><span style="font-weight: bold;">, </span><b style="font-weight: bold;">Ayers Rock</b><span style="font-weight: bold;">, that is, the large sandstone rock formation in the southern part of the Northern Territory in Australia which is listed as a World Heritage Site but these few pieces of rocks which form naturally outside Tempinis Bungalow in Bukit Larut are a beauty to look at. I pretended I was in Stonehenge and yes, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">stones, lifeless as they are, fascinates!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Outside Tempinis Bungalow in Bukit Larut, Taiping, Malaysia...</span><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM3prtwBJI/AAAAAAAAE3E/B_htEA8u0cI/s1600-h/DSC_0791.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM3prtwBJI/AAAAAAAAE3E/B_htEA8u0cI/s320/DSC_0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193555984537093266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM2xrtwBII/AAAAAAAAE28/-JZgPmOx8CA/s1600-h/DSC_0792.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM2xrtwBII/AAAAAAAAE28/-JZgPmOx8CA/s320/DSC_0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193555022464418946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM2N7twBHI/AAAAAAAAE20/IWlKjac8_C8/s1600-h/DSC_0788.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM2N7twBHI/AAAAAAAAE20/IWlKjac8_C8/s320/DSC_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193554408284095602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM1sLtwBGI/AAAAAAAAE2s/2ls7GqAtMto/s1600-h/DSC_0787.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM1sLtwBGI/AAAAAAAAE2s/2ls7GqAtMto/s320/DSC_0787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193553828463510626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM0u7twBFI/AAAAAAAAE2k/z86FW1oy6bI/s1600-h/DSC_0676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM0u7twBFI/AAAAAAAAE2k/z86FW1oy6bI/s320/DSC_0676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193552776196523090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBMzPbtwBEI/AAAAAAAAE2c/Ru3TXUb5fvE/s1600-h/DSC_0659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBMzPbtwBEI/AAAAAAAAE2c/Ru3TXUb5fvE/s320/DSC_0659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193551135519016002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM5MLtwBKI/AAAAAAAAE3M/pQhIKajeTuM/s1600-h/DSC_0660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBM5MLtwBKI/AAAAAAAAE3M/pQhIKajeTuM/s320/DSC_0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193557676754207906" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-10912361528429787402008-04-24T01:06:00.001-07:002008-04-26T00:09:23.591-07:00A Traveller's Tale: White Tempinis, Red Tempinis<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tempinis</span> or what the British called <span style="font-style: italic;">Treacher bungalow</span> is situated at 3750 feet above sea level. It looks white when you approach it but if you care to explore and see, it is red on the other side. A friend of mine couldn't help expressing her surprise when she saw my shot of the lovely bungalow. <span style="font-style: italic;">I didn't know it is red!</span> She exclaimed. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If only people see! </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">White Tempinis...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHoMrtwAoI/AAAAAAAAEy8/XxZQvDLFU0Y/s1600-h/DSC_0662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHoMrtwAoI/AAAAAAAAEy8/XxZQvDLFU0Y/s320/DSC_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193187149925581442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Red Tempinis...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHnNbtwAnI/AAAAAAAAEy0/t8xGLp0pjFM/s1600-h/DSC_0658.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHnNbtwAnI/AAAAAAAAEy0/t8xGLp0pjFM/s320/DSC_0658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193186063298855538" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Tempinis's especially large living room...</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBLNaLtwAwI/AAAAAAAAEz4/zEaV8AzzdiE/s1600-h/DSC_0768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBLNaLtwAwI/AAAAAAAAEz4/zEaV8AzzdiE/s320/DSC_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193439170016576258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />Looking out of the window of one of the four bedrooms...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBLMgLtwAvI/AAAAAAAAEzw/qMdswDhcdWI/s1600-h/DSC_0797.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBLMgLtwAvI/AAAAAAAAEzw/qMdswDhcdWI/s320/DSC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193438173584163570" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Bathroom attached to one of the rooms in Tempinis...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBLLqrtwAuI/AAAAAAAAEzo/waptoOziksU/s1600-h/DSC_0798.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBLLqrtwAuI/AAAAAAAAEzo/waptoOziksU/s320/DSC_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193437254461162210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">What used to be a fireplace in Tempinis...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBLUqLtwAyI/AAAAAAAAE0I/sunIHIAgRU8/s1600-h/DSC_0795.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBLUqLtwAyI/AAAAAAAAE0I/sunIHIAgRU8/s320/DSC_0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193447141475877666" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-59660328186527058012008-04-24T01:04:00.001-07:002008-04-25T08:02:49.155-07:00A Traveller's Tale: Bungalows up a Hill<span style="font-weight: bold;">Somewhere, I read </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Bukit Larut retains a colonial atmosphere with its quaint bungalows and English gardens</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">. I am not very sure if the garden there qualifies as English garden but years back,I liked to wander among the well tended dainty dahlia gardens. Indian residents did a good job tending them but alas they were gone, and so were the trademark dahlias, these flowers now, replaced by other hardy plants like hibiscus or cannas . The houses occupied by the Indian families are also now vacant and appeared deserted but there is still a quaint little Hindu temple tucked away in a corner. Other bungalows left by the British are however still available for rent and one could put up a night stay there at about RM 150. Bukit Larut received the highest rainfall in Malaysia</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> and at approximately 1250 m above sea level,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> the weather is cool and crisp sometimes, making a night stay there an unusually great experience. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Nature's gift to mankind is indeed insurmountable!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Bungalows, bungalows up a hill...</span></span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHrS7twAsI/AAAAAAAAEzY/vkU_WXI-7jE/s1600-h/DSC_0818.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHrS7twAsI/AAAAAAAAEzY/vkU_WXI-7jE/s320/DSC_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193190555834647234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHp97twAqI/AAAAAAAAEzM/2WHwxhvf_FY/s1600-h/DSC_0804.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHp97twAqI/AAAAAAAAEzM/2WHwxhvf_FY/s320/DSC_0804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193189095545766562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHpErtwApI/AAAAAAAAEzE/9Ej6Y4A7Ny0/s1600-h/DSC_0817.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHpErtwApI/AAAAAAAAEzE/9Ej6Y4A7Ny0/s320/DSC_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193188111998255762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHmvrtwAmI/AAAAAAAAEys/Xka3cJ08DRU/s1600-h/DSC_0821.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHmvrtwAmI/AAAAAAAAEys/Xka3cJ08DRU/s320/DSC_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193185552197747298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHmF7twAlI/AAAAAAAAEyk/G0LN1ugKess/s1600-h/DSC_0793.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBHmF7twAlI/AAAAAAAAEyk/G0LN1ugKess/s320/DSC_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193184834938208850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9QyrtwAXI/AAAAAAAAEw0/7dU0Zp1vtFA/s1600-h/DSC_0717.JPG"><br /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-33843703803211405622008-04-23T07:29:00.001-07:002008-04-24T01:29:11.847-07:00A Traveller's Tale: A Quiet Respite<span style="font-weight: bold;">One of the great benefits of staying in Taiping, my beloved hometown is when you want some real peace and quiet, you can just walk up 10 km or if you prefer, take a jeep up through the 108 hairpin bends to Bukit Larut. Founded in 1884, this oldest hill resort in Malaysia, used to be called Maxwell Hill,after the British Assistant Resident in colonial Perak, William Edward Maxwell</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">. Just last Saturday, I went up this hill for a one night stay at a bungalow there, Tempinis</span>.<span style="font-weight: bold;">There are a few quaint bungalows built by the British here and this one, someone said is haunted! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I thought it just take some thoughtless words to disrupt the peace I am looking forward to...<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Go up Bukit Larut for some peace and quiet...</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9UyLtwAbI/AAAAAAAAExU/GRxe0BKDqAY/s1600-h/DSC_0819.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9UyLtwAbI/AAAAAAAAExU/GRxe0BKDqAY/s320/DSC_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192462116496343474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9T7rtwAaI/AAAAAAAAExM/H-mpiQ9mjKk/s1600-h/DSC_0667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9P4LtwAWI/AAAAAAAAEws/aRJF9AwtAU8/s320/DSC_0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456722017419618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9Ot7twAVI/AAAAAAAAEwk/OD0PmY5Qqjs/s1600-h/DSC_0666.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9Ot7twAVI/AAAAAAAAEwk/OD0PmY5Qqjs/s320/DSC_0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192455446412132690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9M9LtwAUI/AAAAAAAAEwY/QISbRy9pWmk/s1600-h/DSC_0668.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9M9LtwAUI/AAAAAAAAEwY/QISbRy9pWmk/s320/DSC_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453509381882178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9MHLtwATI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/192-35tPhzI/s1600-h/DSC_0823.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SA9MHLtwATI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/192-35tPhzI/s320/DSC_0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192452581668946226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBBCcLtwAdI/AAAAAAAAExk/5kddKAjMtuY/s1600-h/DSC_0815.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBBCcLtwAdI/AAAAAAAAExk/5kddKAjMtuY/s320/DSC_0815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192723422306632146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBBD3rtwAeI/AAAAAAAAExs/iqAHEv76ZRY/s1600-h/DSC_0803.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SBBD3rtwAeI/AAAAAAAAExs/iqAHEv76ZRY/s320/DSC_0803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192724994264662498" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-43148542832574509382008-04-13T07:33:00.000-07:002008-04-23T08:28:09.482-07:00Get mugged!<span style="font-weight: bold;">Mugging is not merely about a robbery in the street. If you are talking about model mugging, it could even be fun! Model mugging is in fact, a form of self-defense training that prepares women and men too, for real-life attack situations, a concept founded by Matt Thomas after</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> his classmate, a female black-belt holder was raped. He had researched over 3000 cases of assaults against women and had then came out with techniques to fight back in real life situation. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Get mugged now, won't you!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Mugs of a different kind...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAIabCifTlI/AAAAAAAAEs0/y79wo4mfXrU/s1600-h/image018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAIabCifTlI/AAAAAAAAEs0/y79wo4mfXrU/s320/image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188738772524551762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAIaJCifTkI/AAAAAAAAEss/uAAdSq4PXl0/s1600-h/image019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAIaJCifTkI/AAAAAAAAEss/uAAdSq4PXl0/s320/image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188738463286906434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAIaAiifTjI/AAAAAAAAEsk/arUH4iQ_1oY/s1600-h/image024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAIaAiifTjI/AAAAAAAAEsk/arUH4iQ_1oY/s320/image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188738317258018354" border="0" /></a>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-30996849418598337972008-04-12T00:41:00.001-07:002008-04-18T07:59:14.633-07:00An Emily Dickinson's poem<span style="font-weight: bold;">Just the other day, I helped my niece moved house.There were so many things to be moved and some of her belongings, most notably a bed and two big mattresses were given away. The mattresses reminded me of of American poet , Emily Dickinson's poem, <span style="font-style: italic;">There's been a death in the opposite house:<br /> </span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">There's been a death in the opposite house</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> As lately as to-day.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> I know it by the numb look</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Such houses have always.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> The neighbors rustle in and out,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> The doctor drives away.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> A window opens like a pod,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Abrupt, mechanically;</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Somebody flings a mattress out,--</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> The children hurry by;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> They wonder if It died on that,--</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> I used to when a boy.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> The minister goes stiffly in</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> As if the house were his,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> And he owned all the mourners now,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> And little boys besides;</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> And then the milliner, and the man</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Of the appalling trade,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> To take the measure of the house.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> There'll be that dark parade</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Of tassels and of coaches soon;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> It's easy as a sign,--</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> The intuition of the news</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> In just a country town.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />I was led to believe that mattresses used by people who had just passed away would be thrown away... something you'd probably not do if the mattresses are as beautiful as the two below...</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAGryCifTgI/AAAAAAAAEsM/NJJxkHd3yw8/s1600-h/image015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAGryCifTgI/AAAAAAAAEsM/NJJxkHd3yw8/s320/image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188617121870859778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAGriCifTfI/AAAAAAAAEsE/rtryysk56Tg/s1600-h/image004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SAGriCifTfI/AAAAAAAAEsE/rtryysk56Tg/s320/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188616846992952818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-84065076735876788882008-04-08T07:24:00.000-07:002008-04-14T07:39:15.388-07:00A Fishy Sex Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SANsfSifT1I/AAAAAAAAEu4/e91gto4lgkA/s1600-h/20060707160701_kissmark.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SANsfSifT1I/AAAAAAAAEu4/e91gto4lgkA/s320/20060707160701_kissmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189110480469184338" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>A few days ago I read about a 30-year-old mother of three. I still think it was a peculiar piece of news. Now, the woman who worked as a salesgirl in a hypermarket was blackmailed by a boyfriend whom she had been going out for the past few months after separating with her husband. She had lodged a police report that she was blackmailed into having sex with two men.</strong><strong> It was a choice of having sex with them or having a video clip of her and the boyfriend having oral sex distributed to the public. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Now, isn't that fishy? In situation like this, wouldn't you rather be blackmailed? Is there any difference at all if you have chosen not to give in to the blackmailer's demand?</span></strong><br /></div>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-67812376168321645112008-04-05T04:59:00.001-07:002008-04-12T23:24:23.625-07:00Expensive Bra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SABo7slsJ8I/AAAAAAAAEr8/zzTPI6iR1Ps/s1600-h/m_pg39million.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/SABo7slsJ8I/AAAAAAAAEr8/zzTPI6iR1Ps/s320/m_pg39million.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188262145521625026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">At the Triumph Ultimate Support Exhibition gala launch held at 1 Utama, Kuala Lumpur, recently, a 805 gm crystal bra worth half a million ringgit stole the show. The bra features hand-sewn diamond-cut crystals from Swarovski and took over 250 hours to complete<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">. At such a price, now I wonder if a man would stay for the night with a woman or would he just run off with the bra after slipping it off her?</span></span>footiamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209912922468419526.post-29932003010671502662008-04-03T08:45:00.001-07:002008-04-11T23:54:38.272-07:00Joy is a beautiful roof above the head!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T-fxChiuI/AAAAAAAAEhc/Q4pnIDX9lZ4/s1600-h/m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T-fxChiuI/AAAAAAAAEhc/Q4pnIDX9lZ4/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185048892703607522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T-ERChitI/AAAAAAAAEhU/maU4_uCtZ-U/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T-ERChitI/AAAAAAAAEhU/maU4_uCtZ-U/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185048420257204946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T96RChisI/AAAAAAAAEhM/O_S9upXCSgM/s1600-h/y.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T96RChisI/AAAAAAAAEhM/O_S9upXCSgM/s320/y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185048248458513090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T9uxChirI/AAAAAAAAEhE/WIoVO_MBbIQ/s1600-h/r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T9uxChirI/AAAAAAAAEhE/WIoVO_MBbIQ/s320/r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185048050890017458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T9ghChiqI/AAAAAAAAEg8/_Xyq1D_wGWI/s1600-h/q.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T9ghChiqI/AAAAAAAAEg8/_Xyq1D_wGWI/s320/q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185047806076881570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T9QBChipI/AAAAAAAAEg0/jlWr50cEDTw/s1600-h/z.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T9QBChipI/AAAAAAAAEg0/jlWr50cEDTw/s320/z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185047522609040018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T82xChioI/AAAAAAAAEgs/EHXN_MFzTjY/s1600-h/l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T82xChioI/AAAAAAAAEgs/EHXN_MFzTjY/s320/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185047088817343106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8thChinI/AAAAAAAAEgk/RvGBR1Z6Gbk/s1600-h/j.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8thChinI/AAAAAAAAEgk/RvGBR1Z6Gbk/s320/j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046929903553138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8lBChimI/AAAAAAAAEgc/7QA1EfeMTrA/s1600-h/f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8lBChimI/AAAAAAAAEgc/7QA1EfeMTrA/s320/f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046783874665058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8cxChilI/AAAAAAAAEgU/7b1E-4knMRs/s1600-h/c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8cxChilI/AAAAAAAAEgU/7b1E-4knMRs/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046642140744274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8WBChikI/AAAAAAAAEgM/lg0ikl_mx3k/s1600-h/b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8WBChikI/AAAAAAAAEgM/lg0ikl_mx3k/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046526176627266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8PxChijI/AAAAAAAAEgE/HXGjh9fP-m0/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8PxChijI/AAAAAAAAEgE/HXGjh9fP-m0/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046418802444850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8IxChiiI/AAAAAAAAEf8/NikCKRJny6E/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8IxChiiI/AAAAAAAAEf8/NikCKRJny6E/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046298543360546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8ABChihI/AAAAAAAAEf0/FL51ihpk-o0/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T8ABChihI/AAAAAAAAEf0/FL51ihpk-o0/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046148219505170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T7yxChigI/AAAAAAAAEfs/1o3Q2S99g4w/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eN8ADTTL9qY/R_T7yxChigI/AAAAAAAAEfs/1o3Q2S99g4w/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185045920586238466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joy is having a roof above the head, the more beautiful the roof the better! Chris sent me a set of photos of a beautiful house via e-mail which he claimed was a private home in Malaysia. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I would die for just the garage and the cars in it!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">For more joyful photos, visit <a href="http://impermanentworld.blogspot.com">Simple Joys</a>!</span><br /></span></span>footiamnoreply@blogger.com