Thursday, July 31, 2008

Movie Hopping at the Cinema

Just awhile ago, I went to the cinema doing something that is totally out of the norm.


Some might think that only a guy overdosed with Gin would do a thing like that, but really, being Gin myself, I did it.

If there was anything awkward, embarassing, foolish, and weird that I have ever done in my entire life, this event where I went to the cinema to watch a movie was going to be it.

Before I explain what monkey act I did at the cinema, I am going to tell you that I was really not up for the movie Sex and the City.


Don't ask me why or even tell me how good it is?Its just not my type of movie and the last thing I want to do is watch it. At least in the cinema! Got to miss whatever they're doing there though.


So, with that in mind, i'll continue with my weird act. Upon arriving at the cinema with the agreed plan to watch The Mummy- Tomb of the Dragon Emperor,


things did not go the way it seem. My friend could not get any good seats to watch the mummy unless we'd seat at the front row of the cinema which is pretty much the same as watching a movie at home close to your tv screen


As a replacement, being nice of him, he quickly bought tickets to Sex and the City instead.

That's right guys! SEX AND THE CITY!!

Normally, I would have gone ahead and watch anything but tonight, its not that I wanted to be difficult or anything but I just had to watch the Mummy!!NOTHING MORE!!



Guess what I did then. I left my friends(terrible act) and entered into a different hall that was playing the mummy.(If I couldn't get any seats, I was going to return back to watching sex and the city.)


That's right guys!I actually umm.....sneaked into a different cinema hall. Obviously Alone!!Who the hell would join me on such a thing?

With no seats booked, first day release of the movie, fully sold out tickets, and no intention to seat close to the screen, I was really innnn for a difficult situation.



Like a scavenger for food in the wild, I manage to get a seat which was very nice. Way back of the cinema. Not until two guys came up and embarassingly, I moved on to searching for another seat.

Gosh!!This cinema is really full! It was really difficult to move around looking for a seat especially in the dark.

Then I went to another spot which had a row of 4 seats not taken with a couple who already sat there on the same row of 6.

I don't have much of a choice left isn't it unless i'd like to seat on the floor.

Not thinking whether the rest of some group of four would show up, which would have definitely burned off what's left of my thick skin,



I sat there looking out once awhile if any group of four people would suddenly appear.

Soon, things finally got relaxed for me. I mean who in the right mind would miss half of a movie and watch the end of it. But still.....

In the end, I had 4 empty seats by myself to watch the whole movie. Good seats which was situated by the middle side of the cinema.

I can't believe what really happened. I don't think I want to do it again. But if you ask me, how adventurous can one person be in the cinema, I thought this was really something out of the extraordinary. Sadly, I wished I could have done it on a different occasion without ditching my friends aside. Sorry guys about that but somehow, I would have enjoyed a little of this madness if we were together on this. I cannot but wonder a girl who would join me doing what I did tonight. No wonder i'm single!

As for the movie, I feel it was just like one of those common chinese dragon movie with men that have super powers with a few english actors in it.



But still, It was good!

Rating: 6/10 (quite good!lets just say, i might play it one more time on dvd)

Friday, July 25, 2008

Yellow

Lemons and daffodils. Butter and honey and sweet custard. Tropical mangoes and golden sashes. And of happiness and eggnog and the Lance Armstrong Foundation. The third colour of the rainbow, the colour of sunshine and stars.



Yellow.



- A colour I'd never liked. Since I was a little girl, I had never particularly liked yellow. Blue, purple, pink, orange, green, black even- were all at some point my favourite colours... but yellow, never. It was the striking colour of pedestrain crossings, the gaudy colour of street signs, the only colour with a dirty rhyme (remember yellow, yellow, dirty fellow?), and the colour I always soiled in my crayon box first. It was important to me only because it was the colour of so many important things, and its brightness made the colours I loved stand out. But I never liked it particularly for itself.

When I became ill with Anorexia, I hated it even more. It was the colour of my sickly skin, so much so I had to stop wearing yellows because it made me look jaundiced and even more pale and sickly than I already was.


Yellow. A colour I'd never liked.


I will always remember that day. I was about to leave the grey, dreary ward of the hospital when they caught my eye. They were incandescent, glowing, the only sign of growth and life, breathing and stretching free in a grey-curtained ward of terminally-ill patients dying from various types of cancers- that is, fresh, yellow tulips, placed in a crystal vase.

Just behind them, was a face. I will never forget that face. Gaunt, sallow and tired, but with the two brightest eyes and most peaceful smile I had ever seen. In that grey and dreary ward, that face put even the yellowest and warmest tulips to shame. That face stopped me dead in my tracks. I went up to her to whom it belonged, smiled and said, "What beautiful yellow tulips you have! They light up the entire place." I grinned cheekily, and put my arms around her, oblivious to where I was. There was something so special about that face that made me go up to her, even though I was late for returning home.

It was my first month at the hospital, and I didn't know I was in the oncology ward. "What are you here for?" I asked rather chirpily, my arm still around her shoulder. Seeing how there were thin oxygen tubes coming from her nostrils, I was expecting a sombre reply. But nothing prepared me for her answer, and her paper-thin, hoarse voice, " I have terminal cancer... which has metastasized to my lungs... my bones.... my thyroid... my kidneys... my stomach... and my blood... Everywhere." She could hardly speak.

Her name was Aunty May*. A theology professor of a bible institute, whose husband passed away two years ago from cancer, too, but whose death touched the lives of many because of how much he loved and served God and loved people till his dying day.

"I'm a missionary," she said. "My husband and I... we both were."

Tears welled up in my eyes immediately. We prayed for each other- I, for her strength and faith and comfort, and she- for my calling to missions and medicine.

Day after day, I visited Aunty May. As her yellow tulips began to die, she too began to wither. The next day, she had an oxygen mask and could not speak. As the days went by, I saw her colour fade as her tulips did, and her stream of visitors increase. They stayed by for longer periods each time. I no longer stayed to chat with Aunty May, only staying long enough to smile at her, and to give her a card, a drawing, or a note. I gave her a copy of Kitesong, with my contact number and email address attached. You inspire me, Aunty May, I wrote in it, Thank you for being such an inspiration to me.


Twice, I met her visitors who recognised me in the hospital canteen- " Are you Wai Jia? May showed me the book you gave her- I'm amazed by how much you both encourage each other, by how God brought the two of you together."

It was Aunty May's smile which inspired me, her glowing, radiant smile which put even the yellowest tulips to shame.

She gave her entire life to loving and serving people, loving and serving God. Yet, in dying such an excruciatingly painful and slow death, she had not a hint of resentment or sorrow in her. She could have had so many questions- Why me, God? How could you, God? How can this be fair?

But she would have none of it. She made a choice to love and serve people, and to love and serve God.

Do we choose to actively make that choice too? Or do we doubt and box God at the slightest woe which comes our way.


"How do you do it, Aunty May? How are you so at peace... so joyful even in this time? Do you see, this whole place is lit up because of you."


" Because... " she whispered slowly and emphatically, "I know... that I'm at the centre of God's will... Come dear... read me a piece of scripture from the bible before you go. Read a portion from the book of Isaiah please... "


She smiled again.


Her yellow tulips died over the weekend. Fresh lilac-coloured flowers were put in their place, but their colour was weak, washed-out. A few days later, she asked if I would help her throw them out when they started to wilt. I did. And then, I never saw her again. She was transferred to a hospice.


I was in Sichuan when I received an email:

"Hi Wai Jia,

I have been trying to call you on the handphone but to no avail.

My god-ma, whom you address as Aunty May has gone home to be with the Lord last week.

She has shared with me about you in those last weeks and showed me your book & notes.



Thank you for being a blessing to her.

I attach her obituary.

Shalom
E
God-daughter"




I will never forget those days with Aunty May. I will never forget that smile in that grey-curtained ward, fighting through an oxygen mask and a barely audible voice, putting even the yellowest, warmest, star-spangled tulips to shame. I will never forget what made me stop in the first place- those bright yellow sun-filled tulips.


Yellow, in a grey-curtained ward. The colour of stars, and sunshine, and butter and custard and lemons and happy things.

Yellow. The colour of pedestrian crossings and signposts and dirty crayons, but also the colour of happiness, of forgiveness and of triumph.

Yellow, the colour of egg a friend packed into breakfast made specially for me, to surprise me on a 7 o'clock early working morning, just days after Disappointing news. Yellow, the colour of the apple-shaped ear-rings a friend gave me last week. Yellow, the colour I can now wear because my skin is healthy, now.

Yellow is the colour of the Lance Armstrong Foundation, the foundation I may choose to raise funds for on the next race I train for, the colour of perserverence and victory over Armstrong's fight against testicular cancer.

Yellow is the colour I use to highlight my favourite bible verses, which light my path in my darkest of times.


Yellow is the name of one of my favourite songs, whose tune my dear friends wrote and sang a song for me to on my 21st birthday.


Yellow is the colour of Aunty May's tulips.


Yellow is the colour of joy and triumph.


Yellow is the colour of sun and stars.



Yellow is the colour which made me stop for you and that beautiful smile on your face.



Yellow.




Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
They were all yellow.
-Yellow,
by Coldplay

Snorkeling at Phi Phi Island

Just awhile ago, I received some photos from a friend from my trip to Phi Phi Island. Photo's that were taken by a camera that required to be processed the old fashion way.


With all the hardwork being put into getting the photo's developed(that needed money) scanned (that needed effort) into a computer, and uploading the scanned photos into a picasa site, HOW CAN I POSSIBLY NOT SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS!!

okay okay!!I know!! Although I did agree that my previous post was going to be the last post of my trip but I really have no choice since I don't travel alot, not at least for the next few months. What can I say!Travelling costs money and if that wasn't the only problem faced, time would be another factor for over-used workers like me.

With that, one of the things that I did over there was going to the beach where the movie "The beach" was filmed.




Now going to the beach is not cheap. You'd have to pay 200 baht which is RM20 to enter the sea by boat to "the beach".

Well of course for poor people like me who are on a budget trip, we decided to enter the beach on an alternative route which you don't have to pay but just go through terrains such as sharp rocks and jungle tracking. (pictures were not taken on this small journey)



Anyway, so there we were.


The famous beach, a must place to go for hot babes to take pictures!Even if you think you're not hot, the scenary of the place will make you so. Weird isn't it?




Moving on, going to "the beach" was just an experience. However, snorkeling was not appropriate there because the waters' too shallow and pretty much nothing to see unless u'd like to see dead corals. So we pretty much headed back to the opposite site of the island and started snorkeling again.

Now you'd probably be wondering by now, why the hell did we bring an old fashion camera. Well, an underwater camera was bought just to take pictures of us snorkeling. Pictures of us underwater which somehow look like we were in some big giant aquarium.hmmm...

So, here's one professional shot.



Some had trouble staying under the water. That's what happens when you're taught to only stay afloat.


Then came my turn. I don't look too happy ain't it and Leon(right) could actually post a peace sign and smile??


What a poser!!!ummm maybe shark behind you?RUN!!RUN!wait a minute...SWIM SWIM!!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

When you just know the environment is not right for you

Ok guys some of you might wonder to what extent would some metrosexual men (urban-living man) do when they are up in a junglely hill and you could just tell that it is time to go and end the day up there as soon as possible and go back to where they are more comfortable with.


First they take pictures of dogs. (I guess that's ok, i mean you've not done that for a long time isn't it?)


Then they take pictures of bamboo trees



Then dead trees



Flowers that grow wild brought upon by mother nature.



Trying to get a good shot of Spiders from the wall.


Another shot


Another another shot!


and when you just thought that he was on a documentary trail of his life and he was having a good time of his life with unforgettable memories that he will cherish forever,

Flies were also taken




OK WE GET IT!!ITS' TIME TO GO!!!


note: Pictures were taken with Canon Ixus 960IS.

Kingdoms Lost, Kingdoms Found.

I remember that I nearly dropped the picnic basket when it caught my eye.

I was lugging an entire basketful of fruits, crackers, sparkling juice and cookies, trailing behind some friends on the way out of the Botanical Gardens after a surprise birthday picnic party for a close friend- when It caught my eye, and gripped me like a vice, immobilising me. The stark sight was so unusual, so grotesque in its own stark way that each of my friends stopped to marvel at the ugly wonder.

It was nary but a black tree stump, glowing and glistening in the wet drizzle, with the soil around it dug up to reveal its scary, sinewy roots below, which twisted and turned like black serpents. There was a huge crater around it, and it stood out in stark contrast to the lushness and greenery of the beauty around it.

At once, my limbs went soft immediately, and I nearly dropped the picnic basket as my hands tried to cover my open mouth.

"Wai Jia, you okay? You look stunned-what's the matter?"


This incident happened months ago, just weeks after I had the dream about trees. I remembered the dream so starkly and realistically, because of how it gripped me, even many days after. It was pulsing with God's message to me, yet I couldn't quite pin it down. I remembered the vision of a large tree stump, glowing and glistening, with its roots all exposed in a crater from a bird's eye view. It left me wondering about its Significance, the message behind it.

At the time, thick into Therapy, I remember I was still feeling quite low, quite confused during that phase of Recovery, as I had felt all my abilities had been taken away from me, that I lost my ability to run, to lead, to compete, to serve, to love, to live even, and that all I had was my empty shell waiting to be filled up again.


That day as we walked out of the Botanical Gardens, past the tree stump with its roots exposed and naked, goosebumps broke out from my skin at once.

"Wai Jia, you okay? You look stunned." A close friend, Jt, came up close to me and asked.

To which I whispered back, in frozen shock, "Nothing... you won't believe this... It's just that I had a dream exactly of this sight just a while back... You won't believe this... It looked... ... exactly the same... Oh my..."

I stood transfixed, the picnic basket nearly falling to the ground as my limbs went buttery.





"Oh my... I mean... how often do you dream about tree stumps... and how often do you see a sight like that?" I stuttered, a little hoarsely.

I found out later that the tree roots were being carefully excavated as material for an arts exhibition later in the year. It would be gone the next day.


What does this mean, God? I asked there and then, struggling to balance all the items spilling out from the picnic basket. I seldom brush my dreams aside, simply because so many of them come true, or warn me astutely about times ahead. There are others still, but for another post. This time, seeing the vision in my dream in reality before my very eyes paralysed me in shock. It was deja vu, eerie, frightening and yet powerful all at the same time.


I felt God telling me something, something I had yet the ability to fathom at that moment. That was also the period where God revealed to me many beautiful insights about trees and their seasons.



It was Jt who told me, "Jia, there's a part in the bible about a tree stump too. Maybe God has a message for you there."


That night as I flipped open my bible and asked God to speak to me, I felt a deep and real presence descend upon me as my eyes read the words of a story which I never remembered reading.



My skin broke out in goosebumps once more, as I learnt of the eerie coincidence- in that particular story, God had given a king a dream about a tree stump, too.



"The command to leave the stump of the tree with its roots means that your kingdom will be restored to you when you acknowledge that Heaven rules."

-Daniel 4:23





Immediately, the skies parted and I felt a warm wind caress me. I was cold and hot and excited and afraid all at once. The verse spoke to my core like a sword through flesh- I understood God's message to me.

It was exactly what The Professional People had been telling me all this while- that to truly Recover and be restored, I had to learn how to let go, let God, and trust with all my faith that God is in control, in other words, that Heaven rules.

The verse revealed what I was feeling at the time- that I had lost my abilities and talents, the equivalent of my kingdom. Anorexia and Ed had taken them away from me, and it was as if, in line with what The Professional People had been telling me, God was telling me that my "kingdom" would be restored to me when I learnt to trust God with my life, let go and let God.



It's been roughly 4 months since the day I had that dream and saw the tree stump.

4 months later, my legs and my health, my concentration and my mind, my heart and my ability to serve others and in community and at church has finally been restored to me. It feels so good to enjoy running again for what it is, and not because of how Ed uses Ele to taunt and mock me; it feels so good to be able to enjoy studying again and be confident enough to help out and learn skills in the Operation Theatre; it feels so good to be able to lead meetings, jumpstart projects spontaneously, and to be able to sing-along and help teach Sunday School children at church. To be able to run, lead, learn, study, perform, teach, serve, love, live again- it feels like the glory of a lost kingdom being restored to its king.


What ease and joy there is now, because the heart behind these things have changed. The heart no longer runs, works, strives from a place of desperation, pride or insecurity. Rather, it is beginning to work on the infinitely lasting fuel of passion, temperence and wisdom. It is beginning to love and live boldly, because it can trust God's control in matters, even in matters of the heart.


And it happened only because I let go of what I thought would kill me if I did- Ed, and all the other coping mechanisms and compulsions he introduced me to.



It happened only because of God's grace to help me let go of pride, when I decided to trust His plan for my life. It happened when I decided to acknowledge that a force greater than our humble selves governs our lives, a great and beautiful and trustworthy force, so I needn't worry, needn't hurt myself, needn't bear the unecessary weight of the world on my shoulders.


I look back on that dream, that picture of the Tree, and the story in the bible, and close my eyes for a moment to take in what I've been blessed with.


Indeed, "The command to leave the stump of the tree with its roots means that your kingdom will be restored to you when you acknowledge that Heaven rules." -Daniel 4:23



How true.



It was a hard but simple lesson to learn. And through the journey of Recovery and learning how to trust God in faith and humility, my kingdom has, indeed been restored to me. Even when I received shocking news last week, I was able to rejoice, find peace and relief within, and thank God that He protected me from what could have destroyed me, what could have been a disaster. Instead, I've grown to be more confident, more secure, more discerning... trusting God more in the big and small things.

For some strange reason, I suddenly received a generous dole of more than 5 unsolicited compliments over the past week about how much more "fresh" or "radiant" or "healthy" I look now, as if people noticed a sudden and sharp change in my disposition. When a kingdom has been restored to a king, can he not look aglow? When one has been protected from disaster and finally knows the truth and no longer needs to be bothered by grating men, how can one not feel a great sense of freedom, release and relief? O, what relief. And when one realises just how faithful and in control God always is, even in the most uncertain of circumstance, how can one not feel secure, confident?


The radiance comes from having my kingdom restored, but more importantly, from finally trusting that we have a Big God who loves and takes care of us- even in the face of the most terrible, shocking news or horrible cirumstance.

Through depression, disappointment and despair, in people and in things, He is always there.


If you think so much of your life has been taken away from you, just remember that perhaps, even through this, a lesson can be learnt- that God is in control, and when we trust Him with all we have and what we are to have, all that we ever dreamed of having and all we ever had- our kingdoms- will indeed be restored to us, wholly and beautifully.


Not only that, but much more.




"The command to leave the stump of the tree with its roots means that your kingdom will be restored to you when you acknowledge that Heaven rules."


-Daniel 4:23

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Special Run.

It was a Special run through the city, underneath a blue sky speckled with white, white clouds.


Special, because it bore witness to the long journey travelled in Recovery; Special, because it was the first race ever in my life which I took part in with a sound mind and healthy body; Special, because it was like a present from God, and His sweet reward to me. It felt like honey on a bitter tongue, the burst of a juicy pear in one's mouth.

For some reason, during the time I was ill, I never thought The Professional People would let me run again. My knee and hip joints had worn out, my chest muscles hurt from inflammation. But they did. During the time I was ill, I never thought my family would understand, or would try to understand because of the fortresses which had been built up over the years, the gap which lay between generations. But through therapy and a lot of their love and sacrifice, they did. During the time I was ill, I thought I might never make it through to the next year. But I did- and I'm in hospital learning about operations and doing stitches in the Operating Theatre.



The more I let go of my diseased sense of control and allowed The Professional People to help instead of insisting on recovering on my own in my way, the more control they returned to me to make sound choices about food and exercise; The more I ate, the better my metabolism became and the healthier my weight gain was, giving me radiance instead of lethargy; The more I relaxed and allowed God to take over, the more efficient and involved I became.


Such are the Paradoxes of Recovery.


But one thing I know for sure, that Life is like a run through an unknown city of twists and turnings, and we destroy ourselves, worrying ourselves silly about finishing the race on time exactly the way we want it. The truth is, we'll never know when our legs will give up on us, when the next stitch or cramp will attack us, when our breathing will become too laborious- our bodies, minds and spirits are all in God's hands and timing.

Perhaps it is when we stop worrying about how we'll fare for the race and focus on the now that we'll make it till the end. It is when we take one step at a time, and simply take each step trusting God for our futures, that our race becomes easy, enjoyable.


My legs stayed faithful to me through most of the run. At some point, however, I felt a tangible heaviness in my chest on discovering my legs had turned to lead. The ton of bricks in each of my feet came as an unexpected surprise. Every step then became a conscious effort, a decision, a deliberate action of faith. There was still a long way to go, and the distance became discouraging, even. A passing thought flit in- would it be okay if I just stopped for a little while?


But I understood that moment. It was filled with immense Power. At that moment, I had the choice to stop or to continue.

It is like walking through life with God- at any point, when the going gets tough, we have the choice to continue or stop. Yet, by making the decision to put one foot in front of the other, in quiet trust in His faithfulness to take us through to the end, we can develop an attitude of humility and faith by realising just how vulnerable and yet determined we really can be.

And the best thing was, Ed wasn't with me. Swift and tender, fast and light, heavy and slow, and plodding till the very end, overcoming a thousand battles with every step, not out of insecurity, pride or fear, but because of trust, and faith and humility.

Through it all, Ed wasn't with me- I was running for the pure, decadent love of it, not because Ed likes running; I put one foot in front of the other for the healthy growth of my mental strength, not because Ed was pushing me to; I ran and I lived and I lapped up every bit of it (even the hard, miserable bits) because I felt such a profound release to know what it means to Run Free and Run Well, what it means to start eating, moving, trusting, loving and living without Ed.

It was a Special run through the city, underneath a blue sky speckled with white, white clouds.

" Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air..."

-1 Cor 9:26

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith..."

- 2 Timothy 4:7



Friday, July 18, 2008

Ele's Evolution: Frameshift.

Have you been to a Carnival before? And do you remember the special tent they put up, and the crazy maze inside where they put in funny mirrors at every corner? One moment, it looks like you're normal, and then you're Humpty Dumpty, Dolly Parton, the Incredible Hulk, E.T, and Mr. Stick-insect.

Different reflections elicit different reactions. And thank God that through it all, we have the confidence to know that those mirrors are lies, and that in truth, we're still who we are.

But life isn't always like that. The Carnival can be so overwhelming and we can get stuck in a maze long enough for us to start believing what we see. We let our problems become our reflections, and allow our reflections to define who we are.

Even if they're not true.


It doesn't matter what problems we're facing- when we're stuck in a rut, maybe, just maybe, all we really need is a Frameshift. A changing of mirrors, an alternative perspective.



Frameshift



Ele is an elephant.


Ele is not real.


Ele is an elephant who lives in the funny mirror in the crazy maze in the big red tent at the Carnival.


What is Ele like?




Why does Ele evoke such strong feelings of frustration?

Is it because we think Ele might be real?

That she might be a reflection of who we are,

And that people might find out,

We're not as perfect as we hoped to be.

Maybe?


Do we fight hard to get rid of Ele?

I've been trying so hard- why won't you budge!





Are our problems and struggles like that too? We've tried every possible method known to us, and yet- they just won't move an inch. Like Ele, they seem to reflect a part of ourselves, the part of ourselves we don't like-our inadequacies and failings, and they can make us feel so hopeless, so frustrated, so very angry.

The scary part is, because Ele is not real, and because Ele lives in the mirror in the big red tent at the Carnival, there's nothing we can do to get our hands on her.


Are we looking at our problems through the right looking-glass?

Or do we need a different perspective.

A complete Frameshift.


A Brand New Way of looking at things? A Way we never even imagined possible.





Maybe it's through a different perspective that a Breakthrough will arrive.



And maybe, just maybe, we'll realise, that our fears, just like illusions and nightmares, never really existed in the first place...



And that Ele never was real, never really existed...

that the power to change our minds, and perspectives lay within our own control.








Frameshifts.



In life, may we always thank God that through it all, we may have the confidence to know that those mirrors we spend so much time looking at are lies, that we have the power to remove our garments of dirt and costumes of deception,

and that in truth, we're still who we are.



Children of God.

" Now Joshua was clothed with filthy garments, and was standing before the Angel. Then God answered and spoke to those who stood before Him, saying, 'Take away the filthy garments from him.' And to him, God said, 'See, I have removed your iniquity from you, and I will clothe you with rich robes."

-Zech 3:3-4

" "He who overcomes shall be clothed in white garments..."

-Rev 3:5

Wai Jia would like to share the good news that she's been making good progress in Therapy and will be participating in her first race tomorrow since her health was restored. She would like to thank her many friends, those of you journeying with her, and the therapists at Singapore General Hospital for being ever supportive and seeing her through thus far. Facing the truth helps you to start living authentically again- take the first step forward.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

My Trip to Krabi and Phi Phi Island on a Budget Holiday

Hmm...I am starting to think that my posts regarding my holiday a few weeks ago is starting to bore not just you but myself as well.

But I have no choice to finish what I have already started off.

So here's the last and Malaysia's book of records longest blog post which should pretty much summarize my entire trip with a group of friends to Krabi which we later went to Phi Phi Island.

Now just to let you all know, my budget holiday here only costs me RM420. Well actually RM 700 if you'd include all the buying of food and drinks to keep ourselves alive. So.....

OK are you ready guys!!

ARE YOU READY GUYS!!

No you're not ready!!

READY???

Nar just joking with you! I am just going to pick up some of the most memorable things i did there. Couldn possibly cover everything with all the camwhoring sessions going on. Would take me the next few weeks or months to cover my entire trip.


Might as well call this blog Gin's Budget Holiday to Krabi!!

Anyway here's some of the memorable things i'll always remember.

We went to Le Cave on the first day which you'd have to travel by a sampan.



Gosh I thought this was a good shot for my friend yonglin. Good aeh my camera!! Canon 960IS!!!



One of the nicest things u'd have to do while entering the cave is to lie on your back on that boat because we'd really have no choice unless you don't want to come back from that cave.


Nothing much better to do under the cave.


Under the cave


Under an elephant for lots of good luck! I wonder why do i get duped for hearing such a thing!


Here's something i'd like you to guess. Try guessing what it is ok! I tell you the tour guides over there really can come up with stuff!


Moving on, there was the elephant ride. I guess there are not many times I will be able to do this. One hell of a good experience. This elephant ride was fun!!! It was a 30 minutes ride around a rubber plantation.





We also took a modern tut tut for 300baht around Krabi. Oh i mean, Tuk Tuk!


Arrived to Phi Phi Island by Ferry


Quickly went off to another island by boat for Snorkeling.


Snorkeling like crazy! Look how clear the water is!!




Walking in clear water. No idea what the hell are we doing!!Camwhoring has gone overboard!!


Trying to do the u know...the jumping trick that look so cool on the beach..obviously we failed!!lol...


Walking from one island across to another


All in all dats more or less what we did there. Sorry if i missed out on alot of things but heyyy that's only for us who went together to remember isn't it! That's all guys, really enjoyed the holiday trip!

Note: Thanks to all of you who shared all the camwhore photos which i gladfully posted up here.
 
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