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A real update.

Sorry for the slew of advertorials this week. Sometimes they come all at once and I won’t have slots for personal blog posts to publish. Not that I’m not complaining really, because being paid to write about what you enjoy (food, parties etc)….not a lot of people get to do that!

Anyway, here’s a real update!

I’m officially a certified scuba diver since last weekend! Yay to me! Something that I’ve always wanted to do and finally I’ve done it!

# – Underwater couple portrait :D

It was a really fun trip to Pulau Lang Tengah with Moobs, God, ST and of course my mentor/diving instructor Edvin.

# – ST, Moobs & Edvin.

# – God sleeping upright in a shaky boat.

# – Errr..

Edvin’s the same person who led my discovery scuba session a year ago and if you’re looking to be certified yourself, look no where else. As far as good instructors go, Edvin’s the man.

He is 200% about safety and that’s all that matters. No beautifully packaged open water cert to advanced cert in 2 days bullshit from our man. You really got to earn your badge properly.

We call Edvin the fishman because he is unreal when he’s in water. He’s got the most incredible breathing techniques; truly valuable stuff when you’re underwater. Truly valuable stuff. I feel very lucky to be what he refers to as “apprentice” :)

# – Edvin administrating the final test on me.

# – Certified! Woohoo!

Diving is an addictive hobby. I can’t wait to wet my bones again. Looking forward to a lot of diving trips, hopefully one in October, fingers crossed!

Anyway, we’re leaving for Singapore in a hour. Going to be there till Sunday. Am quite excited about buying kitchen appliances (I know right I’m such an auntie!)……and checking out scuba gear hehehe.

ST’s wallet is weeping as we speak…

p/s: Happy Malaysia Day!

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Havoc at 3am.

So it was our final night in Redang. First of all, Joe, God and FA got crazy drunk in a drinking game challenge with the Redang “natives”. Kerol, seeing how drunk Joe, God and FA had gotten, decided to hit the sack instead (to avoid being peed on /inside joke). Horng stuck around because FA might need assistance to return to her room and he’s just a gentleman like that. As for myself, I just did not want to be in the same room with KY and Haze (insert reason). All of use were supposed to stay up for the 2.30am match between Brazil and Ivory Coast but by now you could have guessed that the plan all went to shit.

Then, the very intoxicated FA, decided to venture onto the beach alone, in the dark. As we all love her so dearly, we all (Joe, Horng, God and me) also ran out to the beach to try and rescue her from rapists, Ewoks and stuff like that. What we stumbled upon was nothing menacing but just a lone boat moored on the beach. And that was when we were all bitten by a bug, the drunken cawhoring bug.

# – It started out innocently enough.

# – The madness slowly but surely creeping in….

Next thing we knew, we were inside the boat.

# – Sailors.

# – Mad sailors.

# – We can haz muscles.

# – There were only 3 drunks on this boat. Who said drunkenness was not contagious?

# – The waves are strong in this one.

Some exploration of the boat led us to believe that the roof was made of extremely sturdy material.

# – Look ma, we’re hanging!

# – The angel has strong legs.

# – I wanted to swing from my legs like the angel too.

# – And I succeeded, with much support from God.

Then we played on the sandy beach (anyone ever noticed that “sandy beach” is such a redundant phrase?).

# – Some dance.

# – Joe’s headstand failed to materialise.

# – And clothes began to shed…

# – Don’t mess with God.

In time, boredom set in. We continued with a more ambitious but abundant prop, the cool big sea. And a stolen stool.

# – I can stand on water, don’t incur my wrath fuckers.

For the life of me I can’t figure out how God’s wallet and everything inside could get soaking wet and why does God even needed a wallet in the first place?

The camera’s battery eventually failed and we had to substitute flash with torchlight.

# – I think we’re getting into positions here, or not.