Leaving for Port Dickson for the Tiesto rave in a bit. In the meantime, here’s a photo of Ryan in his specs.
If he’d understand the meaning, I’m sure he’s all for the background message, “Protect Your World. Help X Out Cervical Cancer”.
One of the rare moments when he is not busy avoiding me because I scold him too much.
Kids grow up way too fast 
My friend Richard told me that he’d sometimes go to Banting for work, and occasionally would detour to the nearby beach to see the sunset. Since I’d (obviously) never been there before, I bugged him to take me there, just to see what it was like. Perhaps I had wrongly envisioned the perfect beach ala Redang, but it was a fun trip nonetheless.
Morib is a kampung located about 10km from Banting (which I often confuse with ‘Bentong’). Can’t remember how long it took for us to reach because I was not the one driving — besides we were chatting throughout the journey. We first reached the main Pantai Morib, but I was severely disappointed when I saw it to be too commercialised, not unlike Tanjung Emas in Muar. So we decided to go to the nearby Pantai Kelanang, and…
Life and Death. Click on the photo above for a slightly larger version
A bit sien right? Air surut, lots of dead mangrove roots… left me feeling a bit down rather than calm. Couldn’t wait to leave Pantai Kelanang, so I hassled Richard to take me to Pantai Bagan Lalang instead. Halfway however, we reached another beach which looked nicer. So we stopped there for a bit instead.
Much better… muddy, but hey, it was air surut. Click on the photo above for a slightly larger version
Turns out that it was another side of Pantai Morib. No dead mangrove roots, best!
Me! My normal glasses broke so I am stuck with my emo ones
Self promotion
We’d wanted to go to Klang for a seafood dinner, but as we passed by the roundabout where the nine o’clock would take us to Pulau Carey, I hassled Richard (for the 10,000th time) to take us there instead. I’d never been to Pulau Carey but now I can say that I have! That is one time more than a lot of you!
Well, we drove about 1km in, then decided to turnaround because it was getting dark, and there was nothing in sight except for palm trees. At the bridge going to Pulau Carey was a restaurant by the river called ‘Kang Guan’, and we decided to have dinner there instead. Richard said that it’s a very popular seafood restaurant; many companies have their company lunches and dinners there. Non-halal, but no pork served. The view (if you could get a table closest to the river) was splendid.
Old man and the river. Click on the photo above for a slightly larger version
Sun setting, overlooking the bridge going to Pulau Carey. Click on the photo above for a slightly larger version
Can you hear the ‘plop’? Click on the photo above for a slightly larger version
The food was not awful 
Even after all my nagging and hassling, Richard kindly paid for dinner. Only a 12-year friendship could endure me, heh.
*For the Bahasa Malaysia-challenged, ‘pantai’ is ‘beach’. ‘Air surut’ is ‘low tide’. ‘Pulau’ is ‘island’. ‘Sien’ is not BM, and there is no appropriate translation to describe the essence of the word.
My mom has a macular hole in one of her eyes. She is scheduled for a vitrectomy in a couple of hours at the UH. She and my dad have taken over my room because she prefers the bathroom access (in no way am I complaining); she’s probably going to be stuck there most of the time as the recovery process requires her to lie face-down most of the time. Ryan will be so sad with limited access to his popo.
I got Ryan a cheapo badminton racquet last week. It cost RM 2.50 and it made him tremendously happy. As I got home late that day, I placed the racquet on the dining table. The next day my mom told me that when Ryan saw the racquet, he screamed, “AH YI BUY FOR ME, AH YI BUY FOR ME!” Heheh. ‘Cos a couple of days ago he was looking at the neighbours playing badminton in envy, and I promised to get him a racquet, and he wanted a red colour one, and he got it. My sister calls it the RM 2.50 wonder.
So I’d been relegated to the room downstairs. Yesterday night I was a bit bored, so with my trusty Nokia N95, I took a video of what I call “The Great Milo Experiment”. Not sure how it is going to turn out, or if there will be follow-ups; it depends on whether I could be arsed to learn video editing.
Dad took a week’s off from work to come up here to be with Mom. Ever since he got here, he has been on my case about my weight. Very slyly inserting random comments such as, “heart diseases are related to the size of your waist”, “so-and-so got a skinny boyfriend and now she has lost a lot of weight”, “wouldn’t it be good to have long walks…” Kthxbai.
Brother-in-law leaving for teh Americas in a week. I’m a thinking how to sneakily convince him to collect my possible purchases at ThinkGeek since they do not deliver to neither Malaysia nor Singapore. But then they don’t accept Malaysian / Singaporean credit cards either BASTARDS!
So yesterday was Mom’s last big cook-out in the kitchen before her surgery today. Everyone came over, it was fun.
