Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Fwoosh~

Okay, I realize my last post was about 4 months ago, but that doesn't mean that I update per annum. There's been a rush of To Do's at work, but mostly it's just due to being lazy. Nothing much has happened within that time frame anyway: poker home games, weekend futsal, EPL, WSOP final table in which Peter Eastgate won 9 million smackeroos, EPL, intern Elton Jane coming and going, more poker home games and EPL, year-end PD trip plus DUSOP main event in which Small B won but was eventually owed his winnings, Elton Jane's grand theft auto experience, the opening of Big B's 2nd Capri outlet in Uptown, Obama's inauguration as the 44th President of the United States hand-in-hand with the change of power of DUSOP's president, more EPL concurrent with the event of Manchester United taking over Liverpool at the top of the league standings (hammering Chelsea in the process), CNY hometown visit, the purchase of new shoes, memorable poker bad beats, more late EPL match-ups and of course, poker. NOT FORGETTING the occasional dinner, 'quality time', and shopping sprees with Jo, to be added in between. :)

Okay, so there were many things you've missed. SORRAY.

But in all honesty though, it's much less of a hassle if I update this way.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

The Way Of The Lethargic Seafarer.

Just got back from Paya Beach, Tioman after a 4-day stint with Jo. Aside from pesky sand-flies and the royal rumble in my bowels, it was without question the best time I had all year. Would've liked more photos taken of me though. Snorkeling was great, PLUS I had a glimpse of a certain someone coughing out foamy sea phlegm, from her nose. Totally awesome.


First sight that greeted me when we got there was how many friggin' buffed-up Chinamen there were that were clad in tight rubber suits up to their waist who were all about going scuba-diving. And the whales that went with them. Seriously: Not one decent-looking bikini-wearing mother. Jo instantly pointed out that there was her and I didn't hesitate to agree.


Our rooms were really cozy, to say the least. Only drawback is when an anonymous decides to get IIBS (Insanely Irritable BowelS) there's nothing much you can do to clear out the smelly air. Jo foresaw this when she brought along a bottle of her most expensive perfume.


On another note, I forfeited about 400 BUCKS (I'm hurting as I'm typing this) when I didn't cash it in when I had the chance because I totally believe in karma.

From start to finish, I was:
a. a luggage boy.
b. a slave.
c. a PROFESSIONAL MODEL PHOTOGRAPHER.

This isn't an MCQ. I was all three.

All in all, great holiday. :)