Deja Vu @ Redang

A year had passed and once again we got our white bums down to the paradise which was otherwise known as Pulau Redang. This time round the long arduous coach journey was made shorter by a clever invention known as telly-on-bus, playing old washed-up movies which were nonetheless enjoyable considering there was nothing else left to do on the coach except sleep and munching on calorie-laden snacks. This explains the wonderful paunch of a tummy i proudly possess at my mid rift right now, which was also contributed largely by the buffets we had for every meal. Time to jog! Zzzz....

Here we are again!! Sun was good everyday!! WooPee!! Clear seawater!

The 3 brave men who, well, braved through UV radiation gallantly for those 3 days.

The premium sea view room which offered a delightful view of the sea.


Playing volleyball with malaysian men brought me down to my knees. Literally. And we were a weird team - them speaking malay while i was the only singaporean.


Our cute little couple outfit.


Banana boating was memorable. And scary. Prayed there were no sharks.

The happily burnt sextet snorkelling. Special mention must go to the 5 ringgit that enabled us to buy this picture from those money grubbers from the resort.

Reality sets in now........ Time to look for a job.

Vegetables? Nah.

When it comes to the 16th of every month, it can only mean one thing ----- FOOD!!!! We will gorge ourselves silly with food that we seldom eat, and today was no exception. After all, we both have a similar mantra: Eat to live, live to eat!

After much hesitation over what to eat (first it was a tug of war between Black Anus - Angus sorry - and Fosters for their juicy steaks), we finally decided on Brazilian Curraschuria, a type of brazilian bbq, at Carnivore in Vivo.

The name says it all - meat meat meat meat and more meat. I swear i had never eaten so much meat in a single meal before. Sausages, pork, ham, sirloin, knuckle, bacon wrapped with breast, topback, chicken heart - you name it they have it. All grilled and marinated to just the right taste, although i feel the taste wasn't consistent for some. Or maybe my taste buds had gone awry with the prospect of so much protein intake.

Of course, to lessen your guilt of having consumed so much meat, they have the obligatory salad bar, which wasn't too bad at all. My favourites were the french beans and baby squid.

One thing different from other buffets was that instead of you having to walk to the counter to pick your food, here they have the weirdly accented waiters walking around with huge skewers of grilled animals impaled in them, and cutting chunks of the animals onto our plates even though the sign on our table says 'NO PLEASE, I'M VERY FULL AND SO IS MY PLATE'. One of them, i suspect, might be a relative of Ms Swan, as baby duly pointed out that he speaks the same as her.

Uhm... some food on my plate?

Here is the female carnivore.

She's gone all obsessed with eating mushrooms after a meaty meal that she's turned into a red-blushing-mushroom-that-is-inverted-from-the-front. Either that or that a big red smiling fungus has grown on her head. Told you to bathe more often liao.....

It was a good meal baby. Thanks for the treat! Happy 28!

Y is for Why

Why do things always turn out like that?
Why does it, despite my best effort at being patient, always end up on a sour note?
Why am i not allowed to have flaws?
Why is it always my fault, whatever i do?
Why why why why why why why why?