It's Not Nag, It's Just Me

Wednesday, February 27, 2008


Closed off from love I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass Before you know it, you're frozen
But something happened For the very first time with you

My heart melts into the ground Found something true
And everyone's looking round Thinking I'm going crazy

But I don't care what they say I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I Keep bleeding love

Trying hard not to hear But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that their goal is to keep me from falling
But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace

And in this world of loneliness I see your face
Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe...

But I don't care what they say I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I Keep bleeding love

And it's draining all of me, they find it hard to believe
I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see

But I don't care what they say I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I........

original composition by Ryan Tedder and Jesse McCartney


Saturday, February 23, 2008

Moving On...

I'm moving....moving....moving.....!!!!

And I have not even packed yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have yet to tell my mom! Gasp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank God, it's not Hanoi!

okay...some friends of mine are waiting for my sarcastic review about Pnomh Penh, the city which I visited for the weekend recently. I'll try my best to recall as much as I can since it was a short trip and nothing much exciting about this town anyway.

Upon touching down, I realised how small the airport actually is. In fact, there was only two flights including mine that morning. Passing through the immigration was actually a breeze. Upon reaching the visa on arrival counter, I was informed that Malaysian need not to apply for any visa. How nice. After getting my bag, I moved out and looked for my contact. The rest of the day was nothing much except visiting a few grocery stores, checking the layout, the merchandises...and since it was early in the morning, there was actually no customers. So we continue to move to more busy locations such as near school but still, the traffic was just slow that morning.

We moved on to the main town, where there's a row of small grocery stores. Despite being dim, most owners refused to switch on the light as the electricity rate is quite high there, I was told. Hence, ownership of refridgerator is also relatively low. While we got to observe more customers but it's not really what i expected.

By lunch, we move on to a local food store, where we had a local dish, a soupy morning glory dish, then ginger chicken and chinese kailan with beef. Not bad for lunch. Cost us around 200baht for three person. After lunch, we moved on to get out of the town and reach a Muslim village. Since it's in the afternoon, we hope the traffic would improved. But alas, we managed only to observe a few and nothing more.

By 2pm, i'm get restless and decide to call it a day and went to the hotel....
In general, Pnomh Penh as a city reminds me of the smaller city in Malaysia. No high rise was seen. Traffic (as in automotive) was quite disorganize at times. And since it's a left-hand drive system, I had a hard time to readjust...just like when i visited Vietnam. The weather was actually not bad. Though it was sunny but it was also windy as well. The wind was quite cooling.
Compared to Hanoi or even Ho Chin Minh City, PP is relatively peaceful, without those honking was actually quite a relief. If i'm to compare, I will definitely match PP with HCMC rather than Hanoi as PP is more modern. PP will be something of a mix between Thailand and Vietnam. You get to see those temple-ish design as you would see in Thailand, while you also get to have a bit of French presence, the French loaf, the language, etc. At the same time, there are also products from China, Thailand and even Malaysia. I ended up buying some noodles from China, LOL!

Language wise, I believed Cambodians are much better in conversing the English language than Bangkokians. Furthermore, USD is a common trading currency. Perhaps the only thing i would like to complain about is the taxi fare which was quite hideous, mostly because we are tourist, hence the taxi drivers could easily exploit us. In PP, you either get a motorbike taxi, which can sit 4 people (including children) or a Tuk-Tuk. The motorbike would be much cheaper but still expensive compared to Bangkok. A short distance ride could easily cost me USD2. But then again, it also depends on the taxi driver. The smart one will try to charge more while the honest one would not. Well, you can try to negotiate first but since i'm not travelling much, I decided not to. But then again, with the fares I paid, I could get a few breakfast at the garden cafe! Well, travelling alone do have such disadvantages, I guess.

Well, that's it...gonna find me a rainbow.....


A Nice Brunch A Nice Bunch

Did McDonald’s just go stingy? Since few weeks ago, I find it impossible to access to its free wi-fi. Although the status was ‘Connected’ but it also said having problem finding the server. In addition, TOT Wi-Fi appeared and when I connect to it, I could access to it…now I just need to buy those pre-paid cards. Horrible! Just don’t understand this companies who initially provide such free facilities to get the crowd in but once the crowd is in, they begin to charge…

Anyway…I was having my breakfast at McDonald’s this morning and it kinda make me miss the breakfast I had in Garden Center Café in Pnomh Penh. As it was listed as one the restaurant to visit, I made it a point to go there last Sunday for brunch. Oh…did I tell you I was in Cambodia last weekend? Okay…will talk about it much later…but this entry is about the nice café.

From the hotel, I took a motorbike taxi to the Independent Mausoleum, which was quite a remarkable structure. From there, according to the guide, I would need to walk for a bit, turning here and there. After 5 minutes, I passed by a small restaurant called Garden Center Café 2. According to the guide, it had to be a few more blocks ahead. Perhaps this is an imitation…so I walked. Regretfully as I reached there, the café was nowhere to be seen, which I then realized, the café must have moved. So I walked back.

Tired I was but once I got in, I just knew I’ll love it. Small and nicely decorated, it only had less than 15 tables, both sides of the wall were filled with arts, some are oil paintings, some are modern arts. Although there are a few guests, with one being a family of 8, the overall ambience was relatively quiet. The entrance to the café was decorated with pots of potted plants. Despite only having the fan, I don’t really felt hot. It was quite comfy. In fact, sitting inside, I felt I was in a small European town considering all the guests except me, were in Caucasians, that is until the Japanese family came.

The menu was aplenty…from waffles to pancakes to French toast. I ordered the Pancake set which comes with 2 eggs (I had it poached), a bowl of home made yoghurt and a pot (a large pot) of Chamomile tea.

It was a very enjoyable meal, the pancake was soft and warm…just nice to cover it with butter and maple syrup. The eggs were also nicely done. And the pot of tea was really a large pot. So for the price of USD4, I felt the breakfast was quite worthy.

The service was also quite good. I believed most of the guest are either tourist or regular patrons. The staff command of English was good and quite knowledgeable as well. For example, if I were to ask for HONEY in a café in Thai for my Camomile tea, I might got a blank stare in return. Command of English is one, but when your main clientele are generally Caucasians, I do believed having a good command of the English language as well as getting familiar with the condiments to go with different type of food are required. No? Well, that’s another story to gozz about.

Anyway, if you do happen to visit Pnomh Penh, just make sure you give this nice café a visit. It’s located along Street 57, near Sihanouk Boulevard. And of course, after completing the meal, you can take the motorbike taxi to the Russian market as well.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

A Stranger to My Own Room

After enduring 2 hours of delay, my first such experience with Air Asia, the flight finally took off. It has been quite a bad day right from the beginning. My planned trip to Cambodia was somehow shaken due to the client insist of having my presence despite my exec availability. Then our secretary informed me that I’m supposed to obtain a Visa to travel to Cambodia…and I was like, “Huh? I thought having a Thai visa should be okay to enter Cambodia”. Luckily she later reconfirmed that I can do a ‘Visa on arrival’ rather than applied in Bangkok which took 3 days. So, I ended up shortening my trip from 3 days to 2 days…meaning not much rest at all.

While the trip to the airport was smooth and going through the check-in counter was okay as well as the immigration, it was learning that the Burger King/ Pizza shops were closed just ruined my day. Basically, the only place that provide plug-in point for Laptop in the airport was Burger King. And since I need to have a long session with my exec, I had to go hunting for a shop with the proper facilities but to no avail. Hence, my laptop batt gone which was fine until the announcement of further delay of the flight due to technical problems. Instead of the initial one hour delayed, it was now delayed until further notice. And since I decided not to bring a novel with me, I was really left with nothing much to do…so I decided to listen to the music from my phone…which left my batt low as well. Damn! Why can’t the airport have plug in points for us, the so-called generation Laptop-ers.

The flight seems longer than usual, though it’s still two hours, probably because I have nothing to do. And the flight was unusually filled with Malaysians, hence going through the Custom took longer than usual…and with the delay, the luggage coming out from the conveyer belt also took longer than usual.

The whole gang (my mom, bro and family) was there to pick me up, however, with my sis-in-law’s car, which is relatively smaller. God knows what was on my bro’s mind. The trip back to the house also felt longer.

After reaching home, and settle the stuff everyone had requested to purchase, I told mom that I’m going out (for supper). It has been a very long time since I had my Mamak food…so I had a Roti Telur and Teh Ais Kurang Manis (Ice Tea, Less Sweet) which had never tasted better. Mom did not say much although she would have preferred me staying home and eat bread and drink her hot English tea.

But it was going back to my room for shower had me feeling that this doesn’t feel like my room anymore. While my stuff are still there, there are also new stuff that doesn’t belong to me or I just could not remember. It has only been 4 months since my last trip but I find myself being more and more of a stranger to this room that I used to hide myself for days and nights. The bedsheet was new but it was not my style…the bathroom had toothbrush, toothpaste and facial cleanser that’s totally not mine. And so is that lavender lotion on my shelf. The clothes in the closet seems like stranger to me that I totally forgot I have such items. I definitely need to do some spring cleaning and throw out whatever that’s too out-of-fashion. I’ve also start to look at each and every toiletry that seemed to be mine for its expiry date. Those products DID have expiry date!

Despite my regular short trip back to KL, I do find myself being more and more of a stranger to this city. My bro has already informed me about changes to the road, closing down of the food court, the car cleaning set that my bro purchase, as if he had open a car cleaning/polishing business. And what’s worst is that his car is just a bloody Proton Waja (a local manufactured sedan!). Talk about OVER!

I’m actually writing this in the living room, it’s 2.20am but I’m still in Thailand time zone…so it’s just 1.20am…and going back to my room somehow did not feel very positive like it used to.

I wonder, did the room felt the same way as I do?

Updates: Did not had much sleep as well...was it the bed or was it the room?