My Unscripted Life

I was in Taiping recently for a student event, and caught this photo of one of our students by accident. I loved it immediately. 

We were also at the Taiping lake Gardens, and had a blast taking some landscape shots. Here they are.

Have you seen anything quite as beautiful? Well…maybe far far away in New Zealand where they shot Lord of The Rings. But Taiping is definitely a close second.

We also indulged in ice-cream sandwiches.  I remember eating them when I was a kid, and the ice-cream man was going around rather often in our housing area. I think it’s a dying service now, and certainly one that is sorely missed.

Because the ice-cream man was going to call it a day, he gave us extra ice-cream and lots of nuts inside. Hea-Ven-Ly!

My colleague Lee Yin. She’s always giggling!

Another colleague, Terry. Also one of the lead guitarists for Altered Frequency. He is still trying to get me to buy their CD. So I asked, “Can I download it on Limewire?” Terry: “WHattt?!”

Kidding dear, will get the CD in time.

Before that we had lunch at the Taiping food court. Since it was a Saturday and it was 3PM, none of us thought it was any harm in parking the car without paying at the parking metre. Apparently Taiping’s town council parking attendants are very hard workers, and half an hour later, we found the pink slip on the windscreen.

According to the slip, if we paid on the same day, the fine would only be RM10. So we decided to all chip in, and headed to the town council to settle the fine. Guess what? It was close. This was before 4PM. A man who was hurrying by asked us to come back the following week. “Oi, we’re from KL la, mana nak datang balik?”

Expectedly, we were ignored. So we all resolved to not pay the fine.

It was still a frustrating episode, as you can see on Terry’s face.

But all in all, I enjoyed Taiping. But because the days there are so laid back, no true KL-ite could stand staying there for more than a few days. You’d have to admit though…the place is beautiful.

Second day of Chinese New Year was the Koo family reunion. Yes, at least 3 families were missing, but that didn’t stop us from whipping out the firecrackers, and setting the car alarms off the vicnity.

We spent the day playing cards. Nope, not Tai Tee or Blackjack. But Management Material and Uno: The Cars Edition. Hours of fun, no doubt about it.

Lucky number of the year was: 888.

Boleh percayakah?

Video courtesy of Winfield’s new Sony Ericsson K850i. I want one of those babies myself

Second day of Chinese New Year was the Koo family reunion. Yes, at least 3 families were missing, but that didn’t stop us from whipping out the firecrackers, and setting the car alarms off the vicnity.

We spent the day playing cards. Nope, not Tai Tee or Blackjack. But Management Material and Uno: The Cars Edition. Hours of fun, no doubt about it.

Lucky number of the year was: 888.

Boleh percayakah?

Video courtesy of Winfield’s new Sony Ericsson K850i. I want one of those babies myself

Me and Baby were feeling a little adventurous a couple of weeks ago. Kinda got tired of window shopping. You ever had that feeling? So we decided to do something that didn’t actually involve spending tons of cash in a day. So we decided to head on to the hot springs near Sg. Congkak at Pangsun. Both of us have been there before, only never together, so I was excited make the trip.

But things started in the wrong note that same morning. I’m not going to elaborate, suffice to say Baby knows what he did wrong. Don’t you?

Anyway, the ball finally got rolling at about 12pm, and without wasting anymore time, we headed straight to Pangsun. Stopped to buy some tit bits and started looking out for the signboards. We saw a clear river near the main road, with clouds of steam billowing from a bubbling brook beneath it. But we quickly decided it was far too public for comfort.

So we went a little further, and a signboard caught out eye. Air Panas Sg. Tekala.

So we parked the car, and with flip flops and towel in tow, we arrived to the front gate.

“Eh, it says Laluan Lelaki over here, and Laluan Perempuan there!” Baby said.

“Aiyo, they are segregating the sexes? So weird la going alone!”

“Yeah…but we’re already here…”

“Hm, guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

So we went our separate ways. I trudged down this path, feeling more and more apprehensive. ‘Oh shoot, I’m just gonna wing it’ I remember thinking. There were a bunch of women and their daughters there, and a gaggle of girls. Despite the absence of men, they were ALL wearing their tudung. OK…

Never mind, I’m gonna ignore their stares. Then I noticed a signboard above the pool of steaming hot water. The steam cleared…I read…

“Dilarang merendamkan badan di dalam kolam. Tolong tutup aurat.”

Huh?!

OK, I was feeling pretty much alienated by now. Oh well, like Baby said…”We’re are here…might as well…”

So, ignoring the questioning stares from the very conservative women that around, I started to grab the nearest bucket, and doused my feet so much needed sulphur relief. “Ahh…that hits the spot.”

After a few more buckets, and boredom started filling in, I noticed a door nearby. Feeling cheeky, I opened it, and peeked in. It was an adjoining door to the men’s side. How funny! Half naked men started and turned at me. Ignoring them, I yelled at Baby. “Ok or not?” In the middle of what seemed his 10th bucket, Baby looked a little disoriented.

Closing the door, I figured I should just make the trip worthwhile. Filling my 5th or 6th bucket to the brim, I dragged it into the changing room, and bathed!

At least my skin was baby soft for a couple of days after that.

Although the trip was rather disappointing, we agreed that the place would have been a lot better if (1) they cemented the area properly, (2) allowed people to soak in the nutritious water instead of hauling buckets and (3) if there wasn’t a Surau in between the women and men’s sections. Hehe!

If you do plan to go, just make sure you are with friends of the same gender, and bring lots of pails! Or better yet, don’t bother going at all!

The highlight of our day was probably lunch. We were properly hungry after the entire excursion, and decided to stop by Sri Paandi near the Shell station in Kajang. The Banana Leaf restaurant that is fast becoming out favourite. And oh, the most delicious corn on the cob that was being sold by stalls along the way back. Lip smacking after some butter and salt.

Just so to make this rambling a little worth while, I’ve decided to post some pictures. Although they were all about our lunch, and nothing about the Hot Springs!

He’s going to be so mad at me for putting up this picture!

Indian food is always so colourful.

RM 2.50 for the most delicious Mango Lassi I’ve had.

The service was super too! Delicious food, and even has scrumptious looking kuih in the evening

Me and Baby were feeling a little adventurous a couple of weeks ago. Kinda got tired of window shopping. You ever had that feeling? So we decided to do something that didn’t actually involve spending tons of cash in a day. So we decided to head on to the hot springs near Sg. Congkak at Pangsun. Both of us have been there before, only never together, so I was excited make the trip.

But things started in the wrong note that same morning. I’m not going to elaborate, suffice to say Baby knows what he did wrong. Don’t you?

Anyway, the ball finally got rolling at about 12pm, and without wasting anymore time, we headed straight to Pangsun. Stopped to buy some tit bits and started looking out for the signboards. We saw a clear river near the main road, with clouds of steam billowing from a bubbling brook beneath it. But we quickly decided it was far too public for comfort.

So we went a little further, and a signboard caught out eye. Air Panas Sg. Tekala.

So we parked the car, and with flip flops and towel in tow, we arrived to the front gate.

“Eh, it says Laluan Lelaki over here, and Laluan Perempuan there!” Baby said.

“Aiyo, they are segregating the sexes? So weird la going alone!”

“Yeah…but we’re already here…”

“Hm, guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

So we went our separate ways. I trudged down this path, feeling more and more apprehensive. ‘Oh shoot, I’m just gonna wing it’ I remember thinking. There were a bunch of women and their daughters there, and a gaggle of girls. Despite the absence of men, they were ALL wearing their tudung. OK…

Never mind, I’m gonna ignore their stares. Then I noticed a signboard above the pool of steaming hot water. The steam cleared…I read…

“Dilarang merendamkan badan di dalam kolam. Tolong tutup aurat.”

Huh?!

OK, I was feeling pretty much alienated by now. Oh well, like Baby said…”We’re are here…might as well…”

So, ignoring the questioning stares from the very conservative women that around, I started to grab the nearest bucket, and doused my feet so much needed sulphur relief. “Ahh…that hits the spot.”

After a few more buckets, and boredom started filling in, I noticed a door nearby. Feeling cheeky, I opened it, and peeked in. It was an adjoining door to the men’s side. How funny! Half naked men started and turned at me. Ignoring them, I yelled at Baby. “Ok or not?” In the middle of what seemed his 10th bucket, Baby looked a little disoriented.

Closing the door, I figured I should just make the trip worthwhile. Filling my 5th or 6th bucket to the brim, I dragged it into the changing room, and bathed!

At least my skin was baby soft for a couple of days after that.

Although the trip was rather disappointing, we agreed that the place would have been a lot better if (1) they cemented the area properly, (2) allowed people to soak in the nutritious water instead of hauling buckets and (3) if there wasn’t a Surau in between the women and men’s sections. Hehe!

If you do plan to go, just make sure you are with friends of the same gender, and bring lots of pails! Or better yet, don’t bother going at all!

The highlight of our day was probably lunch. We were properly hungry after the entire excursion, and decided to stop by Sri Paandi near the Shell station in Kajang. The Banana Leaf restaurant that is fast becoming out favourite. And oh, the most delicious corn on the cob that was being sold by stalls along the way back. Lip smacking after some butter and salt.

Just so to make this rambling a little worth while, I’ve decided to post some pictures. Although they were all about our lunch, and nothing about the Hot Springs!

He’s going to be so mad at me for putting up this picture!

Indian food is always so colourful.

RM 2.50 for the most delicious Mango Lassi I’ve had.

The service was super too! Delicious food, and even has scrumptious looking kuih in the evening

Me and Baby were feeling a little adventurous a couple of weeks ago. Kinda got tired of window shopping. You ever had that feeling? So we decided to do something that didn’t actually involve spending tons of cash in a day. So we decided to head on to the hot springs near Sg. Congkak at Pangsun. Both of us have been there before, only never together, so I was excited make the trip.

But things started in the wrong note that same morning. I’m not going to elaborate, suffice to say Baby knows what he did wrong. Don’t you?

Anyway, the ball finally got rolling at about 12pm, and without wasting anymore time, we headed straight to Pangsun. Stopped to buy some tit bits and started looking out for the signboards. We saw a clear river near the main road, with clouds of steam billowing from a bubbling brook beneath it. But we quickly decided it was far too public for comfort.

So we went a little further, and a signboard caught out eye. Air Panas Sg. Tekala.

So we parked the car, and with flip flops and towel in tow, we arrived to the front gate.

“Eh, it says Laluan Lelaki over here, and Laluan Perempuan there!” Baby said.

“Aiyo, they are segregating the sexes? So weird la going alone!”

“Yeah…but we’re already here…”

“Hm, guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

So we went our separate ways. I trudged down this path, feeling more and more apprehensive. ‘Oh shoot, I’m just gonna wing it’ I remember thinking. There were a bunch of women and their daughters there, and a gaggle of girls. Despite the absence of men, they were ALL wearing their tudung. OK…

Never mind, I’m gonna ignore their stares. Then I noticed a signboard above the pool of steaming hot water. The steam cleared…I read…

“Dilarang merendamkan badan di dalam kolam. Tolong tutup aurat.”

Huh?!

OK, I was feeling pretty much alienated by now. Oh well, like Baby said…”We’re are here…might as well…”

So, ignoring the questioning stares from the very conservative women that around, I started to grab the nearest bucket, and doused my feet so much needed sulphur relief. “Ahh…that hits the spot.”

After a few more buckets, and boredom started filling in, I noticed a door nearby. Feeling cheeky, I opened it, and peeked in. It was an adjoining door to the men’s side. How funny! Half naked men started and turned at me. Ignoring them, I yelled at Baby. “Ok or not?” In the middle of what seemed his 10th bucket, Baby looked a little disoriented.

Closing the door, I figured I should just make the trip worthwhile. Filling my 5th or 6th bucket to the brim, I dragged it into the changing room, and bathed!

At least my skin was baby soft for a couple of days after that.

Although the trip was rather disappointing, we agreed that the place would have been a lot better if (1) they cemented the area properly, (2) allowed people to soak in the nutritious water instead of hauling buckets and (3) if there wasn’t a Surau in between the women and men’s sections. Hehe!

If you do plan to go, just make sure you are with friends of the same gender, and bring lots of pails! Or better yet, don’t bother going at all!

The highlight of our day was probably lunch. We were properly hungry after the entire excursion, and decided to stop by Sri Paandi near the Shell station in Kajang. The Banana Leaf restaurant that is fast becoming out favourite. And oh, the most delicious corn on the cob that was being sold by stalls along the way back. Lip smacking after some butter and salt.

Just so to make this rambling a little worth while, I’ve decided to post some pictures. Although they were all about our lunch, and nothing about the Hot Springs!

He’s going to be so mad at me for putting up this picture!

Indian food is always so colourful.

RM 2.50 for the most delicious Mango Lassi I’ve had.

The service was super too! Delicious food, and even has scrumptious looking kuih in the evening

Me and Baby were feeling a little adventurous a couple of weeks ago. Kinda got tired of window shopping. You ever had that feeling? So we decided to do something that didn’t actually involve spending tons of cash in a day. So we decided to head on to the hot springs near Sg. Congkak at Pangsun. Both of us have been there before, only never together, so I was excited make the trip.

But things started in the wrong note that same morning. I’m not going to elaborate, suffice to say Baby knows what he did wrong. Don’t you?

Anyway, the ball finally got rolling at about 12pm, and without wasting anymore time, we headed straight to Pangsun. Stopped to buy some tit bits and started looking out for the signboards. We saw a clear river near the main road, with clouds of steam billowing from a bubbling brook beneath it. But we quickly decided it was far too public for comfort.

So we went a little further, and a signboard caught out eye. Air Panas Sg. Tekala.

So we parked the car, and with flip flops and towel in tow, we arrived to the front gate.

“Eh, it says Laluan Lelaki over here, and Laluan Perempuan there!” Baby said.

“Aiyo, they are segregating the sexes? So weird la going alone!”

“Yeah…but we’re already here…”

“Hm, guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

So we went our separate ways. I trudged down this path, feeling more and more apprehensive. ‘Oh shoot, I’m just gonna wing it’ I remember thinking. There were a bunch of women and their daughters there, and a gaggle of girls. Despite the absence of men, they were ALL wearing their tudung. OK…

Never mind, I’m gonna ignore their stares. Then I noticed a signboard above the pool of steaming hot water. The steam cleared…I read…

“Dilarang merendamkan badan di dalam kolam. Tolong tutup aurat.”

Huh?!

OK, I was feeling pretty much alienated by now. Oh well, like Baby said…”We’re are here…might as well…”

So, ignoring the questioning stares from the very conservative women that around, I started to grab the nearest bucket, and doused my feet so much needed sulphur relief. “Ahh…that hits the spot.”

After a few more buckets, and boredom started filling in, I noticed a door nearby. Feeling cheeky, I opened it, and peeked in. It was an adjoining door to the men’s side. How funny! Half naked men started and turned at me. Ignoring them, I yelled at Baby. “Ok or not?” In the middle of what seemed his 10th bucket, Baby looked a little disoriented.

Closing the door, I figured I should just make the trip worthwhile. Filling my 5th or 6th bucket to the brim, I dragged it into the changing room, and bathed!

At least my skin was baby soft for a couple of days after that.

Although the trip was rather disappointing, we agreed that the place would have been a lot better if (1) they cemented the area properly, (2) allowed people to soak in the nutritious water instead of hauling buckets and (3) if there wasn’t a Surau in between the women and men’s sections. Hehe!

If you do plan to go, just make sure you are with friends of the same gender, and bring lots of pails! Or better yet, don’t bother going at all!

The highlight of our day was probably lunch. We were properly hungry after the entire excursion, and decided to stop by Sri Paandi near the Shell station in Kajang. The Banana Leaf restaurant that is fast becoming out favourite. And oh, the most delicious corn on the cob that was being sold by stalls along the way back. Lip smacking after some butter and salt.

Just so to make this rambling a little worth while, I’ve decided to post some pictures. Although they were all about our lunch, and nothing about the Hot Springs!

He’s going to be so mad at me for putting up this picture!

Indian food is always so colourful.

RM 2.50 for the most delicious Mango Lassi I’ve had.

The service was super too! Delicious food, and even has scrumptious looking kuih in the evening