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.