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Random food (and foot) adventures with Sam

Desperately wanted to go for a swim just now, but it’s just not the same when Sam’s not there with me..

Love swimming around 5+ or 6 the most, when the sun’s just about to go down, and everything’s golden and breezy and the day’s most beautiful and peaceful :)

People settling down, getting off work, getting ready to have dinner with their families..

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I reckon it’s the best time of the day, since I’m not exactly a morning person.

Mornings are very nice too, but if only I could wake up in time for it :P

Night swimming and BBQ by the pool, just for the both of us!

To satisfy his cravings for cancer-promoting burnt food that he’s been talking about for such a long time..

I’m going to fucking miss this place like shit when we move out of here, which I’m hoping will be as late in the future as possible…

But then again, I’d most probably be living in Melbourne next year, I plan to further my studies there and Sam will get us a place to stay together, so nothing will separate us then!!

So exciting to think about, my future’s never looked so bright and promising.

:)))))))))))))))))

I never used to think about the future alot, but I find myself doing that much more often now which is a great thing because it’s worth doing when it always puts you in a dreamy mode and a smile on your face.

My maid Devi trying to start the fire… I’m scared of fire, so I didn’t help out. I didn’t wanna walk to the other side either, since there were 2 big fat snails on the ground next to the BBQ pit, and I’m scared of stepping of them!!

Fuck this, I’m scared of everything!

When I cook something, I’m terrified I’ll do something extremely stupid and wrong and burn myself, or when I microwave something I always have this nagging feeling it’s going to blow up in my face -___-

And when I’m in the car recently, I’m also scared of crashing, and will get kan chiong whenever the driving goes abit haywire.

WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME???? So uptight.. zzz. I’ve always been scared of alot of things but not THIS scared!

I think it’s because alot of situations in my life just seem too good to be true that I believe something tragic will suddenly happen, like I find out I have a brain tumour or Sam gets killed in a car accident or something, you know how they say when things seem too good to be true, they’re not?

Ok end of psychotic rant.

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It took a long time to get the fire started, and I mean a long time, close to an hour or something?

Besides the fact I was starving to death and felt like my insides were eating me alive, I actually didn’t mind too much since I had the whole pool to myself to play with ;)

Hate it when I have to share the pool with others (duh there are 65 blocks in my condo) but it’s mad annoying when people are doing laps and shit and you can’t float around like a lost beach ball!

……FINALLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Bf buttering the shitload of food I picked out.

It’s not your typical BBQ food, and yeah we didn’t marinate it ourselves, CBF and no time! Just threw processed-ready-to-go food on top.

DAMN YUMMY NONETHELESS :P

I mean, mexican wings and garlic bread and sausages and honey pork ribs and satay and corn and potato, how can it not be absolutely yums??



LOL

Then again, it MIGHT, it just MIGHT be biased because yeah half of the food was half-burnt lolol.

But slightly burnt food always tastes better anyway!

Actually I feel abit paiseh to blog about my food encounters on my blog lor. They’re all so fail HAHAHAHAHAH but then again this IS my personal blog, so I’ll show the world what a fail cook I am whether they like it or care about it or not!

I’ve always thought that the way some people always post about their very average, normal meals is retarded..

Not like food reviews or yummy food rave or I cooked this type of posts, like the really very sian “Hi I had chicken rice at my house downstair’s kopitiam for lunch today” type of post.

How mundane pls??

It’s like, unless you live in an unknown part of South Africa and have never seen food like sushi before but somehow still have internet connection, how is it fascinating at all?

You know what’s fascinating?? How fast my sausages got burnt on the grill.

First batch of food cooked, absofuckinglutely burnt AHAHAHAHAHA.

Don’t worry, we scraped off the burnt parts before stuffing it in our mouths… half of it anyway.

Finished up most of the food, gave half of it to Devi and Jeremy though.

Corn on the cob is mucho yums, healthy too! Or at least it feels healthy.

Makes me feel like I’m an organic person, wholesome, like biting into a fresh apple instead of being a princess and having it peeled and chopped up. Lol idk what kind of logic is that but it’s just the vibe it gives me, cuz the image is there!

Anyway, after a very satisfying but damn damn damn unhealthy meal (we had sore throats before, and after the BBQ, we woke up the next morning with our throats feeling like we swallowed sand in our sleep)

We went for more swimming then went up to shower and to my horror…

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I discovered my left foot’s big toenail was half RIPPED OFF!!!!!!!

Ewwwwwwwww how gross?!?

I was like “WTF NOOOOOOOO”… Amazingly, it didn’t hurt, but it just felt very very VERY WEIRD.

I freaked out because I didn’t know what to do, just leave it half hanging or just cut it out? What if I cut it and it starts to bleed?

Sam says when I was swimming the nail probably got soft and tore when he stepped on my foot or something (yeah nice theory thanks alot) so I should just cut it off.

After a million trillion gazillion years of procrastination, I decided to cut it off..

Actually, Sam cut it off for me because I was freaking out too much to do it myself lol.

The aftermath.

Meh.

Not sure if it’s any better than the first pic… but hey, thank effing god there’s still a layer on top of the skin, so it’s not like exposed and bleeding or prone to infections or anything!

Yeah, you probably didn’t expect to see weird grotesque pictures of my toe when you clicked on my blog today, but you did anyway..

Gross but still mildly interesting I guess. At least more than looking at sushi.

Ok anyway moving on from my miserable toe…

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Random pic of my baby cooking pancakes for me early in the morning!

He did this every morning when he was here.

Every morning I’d get waken up by a kiss on the cheek and a “Good morning beautiful” and then he’ll leave the room and I’ll fall back asleep and the next thing I know is,

“Rise and shine, breakfast is ready!”

HOW AWESOME? ;)

I’ve been absolutely obssessed with pancakes and sausages and scrambled eggs recently, I want to have them for every meal lol.

I have them everyday for breakfast, sometimes for lunch/dinner too hahaha. I use Betty Crocker’s pancakes mix, SOOOO GOOD you have to try to know what I mean… Betty you are my new best friend.

10 times better than McDonalds hotcakes set plz. Like wayyy better, and since you cook it yourself, it’s fresh and if you cook it like me, you’d get the edges slightly crispy, sooo good.

Hai there. Best breakfast in the world right here. :’)

All that’s missing in this picture is the sausages and pic of Jessica’s very happy face in the background.

Remember I blogged once about hotel’s scrambled eggs? I can’t do scrambled eggs well, but SAM DOES IT GREAT!! I mean just look at the pic plz, how mushy and yums does it look? It’s not watery too!

LOVE IT.

Is there anything my baby can’t do???…(except walk in heels and apply fake eyelashes. *flips hair*)

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Us having steam boat at home :)

Not a fan of chinese food, no matter steamboat or dim sum or whatever… But I guess some are ok and at least steamboat is generally not unhealthy considering no oil is used, only boiled ingredients!

Plus waiting for the food to cook is fun~

Random picture of a slice of a chocolate cake that I baked!

Used Betty Crocker’s chocolate mix, like I said Betty is my best friend and all I had to do was drizzle caramel over it and add whipped cream, and there’s yummy freshly baked chocolate cake for everyone at home, yay!

I suck at baking and cooking or anything homely, but I still attempt at doing it anyway, because it gives the home a very homely comfortable vibe… Like, y’know, having the kitchen smell like batter and all that, or baking cakes/cookies for your family is just fun.

TOO BAD my family like not interested in the stuff I bake, everytime so skeptical and reluctant to try _|_

At least Sam is always enthusiastic!! I LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!

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Random pic of Sam waiting for the spiciest hot dog he’s eaten in his life ;)

Scratch that, he said it was by fat the spiciest shit he’s had like, EVER.

And yeah, my bf can take pretty spicy food.

He was sooo eager to try it after my brother told him about it, apparently Jeremy teared after like a bite or something, lol wtf!

It’s at Kallang Leisure Park, 3rd floor, Korean stall.

It’s called “WHO-AM-I”... ahahah I think it’s supposed to mean that it’s so spicy you forget who you are?

After the vendor served him the hot dog, he said, “Good luck! Take your time to eat.”

And the verdict?

Sam happily posing with his harmless hot dog, little does he know…

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Sam: Sooo.. let’s see what this bad boy tastes like…

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Sam: Hrrrmm.. this ain’t too bad.. I think.

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Sam: Um k this is actually kinda spicy….

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After like 6 seconds, it became:

Sam: Yeah okay THIS SHIT IS VERY VERY VERY SPICY!!

LOL then he gave up and drank coke~

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And of course, a foodie post would not be complete without THE BEST FOOD LIKE EVER EVER EVER!

At our favourite indian restaurant :)

He loves indian food too YAYYYYY he won’t complain even when I want to eat it like 4 times a week lol!

I AM SALIVATING ALL OVER MY NEW COM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAHHHHHH I wish I had this right now.

Butter chicken, brinjal masala, some mutton thingy and fish curry! Fish curry wasn’t that great, everything else was, was…”BOOMZ” as Ris would say it.

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Okayyyyyyyyy end of foodie post!!!

I’ll post the rest of my pics with Sam soon-ish~

Now, time to play L4d, then I shall go research on places me and Sam could visit in Orlando.

I already have a great list of different activities, but since we’re going for a rather long time, I wanna make full use of it!

If anyone has recommendations, do let me know!

We’re of course going to Disney World, Universal Studios, Wet n Wild, you know all the theme parks, and I’m thinking of taking a few days trip to Miami too, hit the beaches and stuff.

How I wish I can fastforward time to December!!! Sigh.

Anyway BYE!

P.-S if you know of any blogshops selling contact lenses, can you leave a comment here to let me know? THANKS!!

xoxo,
Jess

Skeptical

This entry will briefly cover the two and a half weeks I spent with Her for the first time, most of which I think she covered in her blog.

Well the events anyway, the good stuff however, is not known and I’m not sure it will ever be posted and probably won’t be because of privacy sakes but there’s a lot of things that were significant to me which were left out for one reason or another.. it’s the little things in life that makes life worth living.

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The 8 hour flights to Singapore are just death, they really are, fuck them to hell, I love her I really do but my god flying is like sitting in the doctor’s waiting room just to have a 10 minute check up and poof next thing you know you’re on the damn plane again.

I’ll change this, fuck oaf I will.

The first time however was a little different. I flew Emirates, so they had movies and crap and 1293129 other things to do but all I kept doing was keep my eyeballs on the ETA display : 7 hours 45mins till arrival OHHH MYYYY GODDDDD.

I’m not a heavy sleeper, in fact I almost never sleep soundly. I wish I could take some tranquilizers or something that would knock me out for 7 hours then I’d wake up but that’s probably not allowed…

As we came closer to destination, I realised the time I told her to come and meet me at the airport was completely wrong so I tried to use the phone thing that Emirates had installed to make in flight calls.
Fact: Sam Nang Chan and phone technology don’t mix too well, that’s probably why my mobile is 5 years old and counting.

Eventually me fiddling around with my credit card and the phone pissed off the person sitting next to me, evoking the response “Since yours doesn’t work, wanna try mine?”

I replied I had no idea how they work anyway, my Australian instincts kicked in and I made conversation with this man and his wife. A very agreeable couple indeed.

They asked why I was flying and all those sorts of questions, but the big issues were, I’m flying to meet someone, I don’t know her almost at all, my parents don’t know what I’m doing (like i care).
I explained my circumstances to this couple, since I probably won’t see them ever again but then again the last time I had that thought in my head, I committed to a long distance relationship.

The sky is very blue today. If I knew where they were staying, I wouldn’t mind contacting them to tell them how great things turned out, their positive attitude rubbed off on me that day and I was in a great mood.
10 mins more to see her, what else could bring me down?

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She would be looking around for him,
not knowing what direction he was coming from,
long for him while looking out into the distance when suddenly she would spot a person just standing there staring directly at her,
finding themselves moving towards each other,
the attraction too great and they would embrace in the middle of a busy airport obstructing traffic but they wouldn’t care,
they had each other,
nothing else in the world matters.


End of daydream*

What actually happened was probably the opposite, I saw her and froze like a turkey before Thanksgiving and the first words I spoke to her probably was that garble garble sound too. What you see on a 1 mega pixel camera does not do the real thing justice at all, I walked up and hugged her, my body stiff and robotic, definitely not the romantic embrace I imagined.

The quick arms around a tree to tie a rope kind of thing..*slaps head*
Yes, a perfectly good opportunity to make a good impression completely wasted.

Oh well suck it up and move on.

Even with all its glitter and glamour of the events that took place next, I found my greatest joys in the simplest of activities…. such as Swimming.

I never really liked playing in water, I liked my legs on solid ground, easier to fend off predators and run when there’s dangers.

All this changes dramatically when you’re swimming on a starry night in an empty pool, with the person you love, the water literally melts your problems away.

The solitude of that place really got to me, there was paradise in that concrete jungle afterall… an oasis of all that I hold dear.

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We did a lot in Singapore, I’m not really big on tourist attractions but it still had things to keep a new couple busy for at least a few weeks.
The time in the cab rides back home were spent sleeping for her, I kept watch just in case aliens landed. I would sit right up close to her and hold her hand and she would rest her head on my shoulder and slowly doze off.

It was a common occurence, I would sit there looking at the passing traffic and the tall HDBs and such and wondered to myself if this country would be a nice place to live in or not.

I would reflect on the events of the day and remember a montage of memories and the things that were said.
I would picture her laughing at things, like me catching her trying to conceal a burp after eating half her weight in ice cream.

It was always a feeling of content, but on one occassion something different happened.

I was sitting there, lost in my own thoughts, when something contacted my cheeks. When I looked down she was still fast asleep. Yes, she kissed me an unconscious kiss, maybe not a big deal to most but to me it was a turning point.

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I knew I would one day live in this country I had so many negative feelings about, maybe not for long but as long as she calls it home, I would be there too, because I felt I’d found my home… and it was wherever she was.

xoxo,
Jess

Are we together??

I told Sam how much I loved his first blog entry, so he wrote more!!!! *swoons*

I love how my blog can have another author now, yay! It’s always interesting to hear about a relationship from different views of the 2 people involved.

Here is Sam’s 2nd blog entry!!

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Ever prepared for public speaking?

You would go through each moment in your mind about a million times and every time you would add more to what you have to say, making it better, maybe longer, more interesting to captivate the audience.

Every second clear as day so that at the moment of truth you would look down and be sure that you put on pants today, so that you could confirm 100% that you wouldn’t fuck up.

The big day comes, so you’re all dressed up and you are introduced, the audience claps and you get off your seat, wave and approach the podium..

You stare across the sea of faces gawking at you, judging you, and at that very moment you realise you forgot your cue cards.

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I like you, you like me…… ok so what now?

Well I’ll tell you what happened next – nothing.

Life was all fine and dandy, the happenings of that fateful night in history. The conversations definitely changed though, to “When did you realise you developed feelings for me?” and “Why didn’t you say anything?”

The answers were simple obviously.

I was a little scared piece of shit guy who couldn’t face the fact that he’s fallen head over loafers in love with someone an 8 hour plane trip away, and that the future, if there even was one, was so uncertain and going to be so stupidly difficult..

Was it even worth the trouble?

WHY YEEEEEESSSSS,
my inner self told me, that part of me that tells me what to do when brain function shuts off or is temporarily disabled.

And so the conversations continued about everything under the stars and sometimes what was above them, but eventually the “next step” had to be taken - a 6000 km step over a country filled with kangaroos, over a sea and into what was something called the most hateful place in the world…. I mean Singapore, the place she lived in.

It was put forward many times, “When should I come over?”

The response was, “I don’t want to pressure you, I know you have work and things but hopefully before the end of the year.”


The deadline was set, end of the year?

In 5 months I might as well go to war with North Korea and come back to find her in the arms of another boy/man/creature.

Then it dawned upon me that I was a single male, no kids, money in his pocket, no financial commitments, what was I waiting for?

I can pack and go see her whenever the hell I feel like it….YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I don’t think I told myself this enough and I’ll probably keep telling myself this till the day I die.

“Shiberty cookies and fucking milk”, I’m going to meet her.

My face went pale and my head light, what was no more than a fantasy, even what could of been just my imagination was becoming more and more real.

A reasonable date was set to be after her birthday because apparently with each number added to your age, you’re meant to become wiser, more mature and more of an adult.

Little did I know in the real world everyone is childish, just look at Australian politicians.

20th of September started to feel like a long way off, and the date of our inevitable face to face encounter was ever pushed forward, closer, a little more with every nudge from Australia or Singapore.

We were dying to meet each other and there was no way around it.

Sounds like all cookies and cupcakes, pun intended, but it all wasn’t that simple. There were problems that crept up on us that were shrouded before by the intense thrill of excitement but they couldn’t be ignored now.

“What if you don’t like me in real life?”, “What if I don’t like you?!?”

Yes, even in those purest of heart there is doubt.

What was once anticipation, excitement and joy is now replaced with the bitter taste of uncertainness.

What was only clear and calm waters now had storm clouds gathered, but the big question was asked - WERE WE TOGETHER?

How far were we going to push an online fanatical fascination into that of reality, where is the line drawn on such things?

Could we really say that we were together without even looking at each other, without even breathing the same air, is the person more fiction then mortal?

Well the answer I came up with was easy - “Yes.”

Plain and simple, I was soooo far in, I couldn’t make heads or tails but did she feel the same way?

Would she gamble on the small chance that we may like what can not be expressed over the world wide web?

In my mind I highly doubt it, a healing heart is not so easily fixed. Fixed it may not be,
but may as well do it the Vietnamese way – a trait I’m proud of having course through my veins.

Call it trickery, deceit, or down right sad, I prefer to think of it as just a small nudge, Cupid sure isn’t doing his job anymore, just look at all the miserable people in the world, so I might as well put on my wings and dust off the bow and arrow.

I thought to myself, I may as well tell her brother.

According to the laws of the universe, dating a friend’s sister, I’m breaking about 50% of those laws, 40% more is broken just by the fact I’m of Vietnamese descent and the 9% was probably broken when I was a moronic teenager.

Note there is a 1% margin of error. I was breaking the rules and I didn’t really care, this was a great opportunity because there would be a high chance of him asking “Are you two now attached?”

That’s all I needed. Since this is a personal blog, I may as well come clean, better now than when I’m in front of God begging for forgiveness.

The conversation to my recollection went like this:

DaNang cupcakes and tea: fuck aye he just asked if we were together?… are we?

Shiberty cookies and milk: ummmm….

DaNang cupcakes and tea: quick i have him on the vent and hes asking….

Shiberty cookies and milk: i dont know ……..

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Congratulations Sam, some of the pivotal moments in your life and you can’t remember jack shit, well yeah I really don’t remember much more than that but eventually we did confirm that we were together as “boyfriend and girlfriend”

You might say not sure if that’s an upgrade from “l4d husband and wife”, who knows but things were looking swell for this happy couple.

Bright days were forecast for a long time, till Sam got drunk off his nut, came tumbling home to talk to Jess.

It upset her like crazy and broke the long distance trust that he had built that felt like 1923812381203 years.

The details of that day I leave known to the two of us, till she decides to one day blog about it. I guess maybe I will, when I’m famous and people actually care about what I do, which will be never.

A small hurdle was eventually cleared. When I say small, I mean mountainous for the two of us.

We never really quarrel or get upset at each other, but this was one of those rare occassions and they still feel like shit every time. Only a few days before I first land in singapore and this has to happen.. sucks dogs wangs really.

Eventually the events of that night is forgotten and we go back to talking to each other
about everything and nothing,

but it would never be the same again because soon, that person who didn’t have any shape or form would be standing in front of me WTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFF.

It’s a good time to end this entry, may not be as fun and exciting as others but it needed to be said because great relationships, great battles, great stories aren’t accomplished in a day, they are the accumulation of a lot of small but important steps.

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And yes, 6000km is a small step.

The biggest has yet to be taken, “What the fuck am I going to say to her when I see her for the fucking first time in… ever?”

Well, look forward to my next entry titled ‘SKEPTICAL’.

xoxo,
Jess

“The girl through the window”

Ever since the first day I’ve been writing this blog, it has only known one author and that is me.

Today, here’s a blog entry to share with you guys that was not written by me, but by my darling boyfriend instead…


It’s the most precious and funniest blog entry ever!
:’)


This blog post by Sam is called,

“The girl through the window”

Enjoy~

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Ever walked down the streets of town and viewed something through the shop window and its just simply out of reach for one reason or another even though it’s right there in front of you?

Imagine that the item is not a purse, a dress or a pair of shoes but something of much greater value like a person you have grown feelings for, how much would you do to obtain that unreachable goal?

Why these questions you wonder? Because these are the questions I asked myself not too long ago.

How much am I willing to sacrifice on something that could be just an illusion.. a hallucination, a manifestation of what I desire?

I thought long and hard, I took time to think, a long 3 days of just battling with my inner self making sense of it all, cos it didn’t make sense at all.

Finally I was ‘poked’ with the words “You’ve been staying up late these nights”, a moment I somewhat both dreaded and desired.

Would I stand tall to the challenge or kneel to the pressure? In the end, I muttered the words ‘I think I like you’

You the readers pass judgement did I triumph or fail miserably, of course here is the more complete tale of what would be known as how Sam the freaken l4d guy met Jess.

It wasn’t a fairy tale beginning at all, the first few conversations were nothing more then “Hey I think this is better because..” and “you are wrong because….” and “Singapore is crap because….”

Despite the racial hate and assertion of superiority, the conversations started to become longer, more interesting, more intriguing, more sought after and more desired.

Before I knew it, I was racing to the microphone, cutting obligations shorter just to increase the amount of contact as much as possible, and before I realised it myself I had fallen, fallen too deep…

And I didn’t know it yet, how stupid I was and still are.

But the feelings were masked by the normal prejudices and childish namecalling and life went on, online.

Things were changing in the world, everyone is poorer besides China, stem cell research is allowed now, the president is coloured with a ‘U’, may as well change the world in which we prance and play in and so L4D became Maplestory.


Sinfully one of the world’s most monotonous games ever,
kill 1293123792103123781236128312 mushrooms so you can kill mushrooms with a yellow piece of paper on their face.

Even so the gameplay mattered not, and I forgot this by the end, it doesn’t matter what activity you partake with her, it only matters if she is happy doing it.

Being the dumb shit mother fucking retard I am, I decided to take unnecessary charge and convince a truly happy person that her happiness is fake and that games exist for the hunt, for achievement, and for rewards.

My solution was to find another more satisfying game with ‘better’ modern game features, request absolutely positively DENIED.

I was so young then, a child with no clue of what it had just done when it flushed dad’s rolex down the crapper.

But still I did migrate games to one more modern with all the trimmings – better graphics, gameplay, sound but something was missing that made all the difference.

What was missing was that thing I spent countless hours just staring at through the window… wishing, waiting, yearning.

I thought it was lost to me, that all that I had built had crumbled down to rubble. That’s how I felt inside. What was worst was how I couldn’t admit to myself that I was wrong, that the environment matters not but the person you experience it with does.

Someone up there seriously likes me because I was given a second chance, “You’ve been staying up late these nights”.

The meaning of these words are irrelevant, but their existence the importance cannot be stressed enough, these were the words I couldn’t utter myself.

With all life’s trials, nothing prepared me for what was to become one of the longest nights of my life.

The conversation was awkward, even by our standards and may even be ommitted for privacy’s sake.

Typing was a good option to break the ice, I asked her if she was about to sleep, the answer didn’t matter for I wanted to talk voice to voice and not with typing.

The tension was thick, thicker than my skull when all this happened. I was nervous. My leg shaking and palms sweating.

Still I persevered with flattery and empty words to steer the conversation and interest in my favour, but little could be said and little could be done.

I asked what the matter was, as I usually do, what’s the “next step”. I don’t know how many times i repeated those words that night, probably more then how many ghost mushrooms I slaughtered to get to level 25 in Maplestory.

I felt my efforts failing, my intentions unclear, the outcomes clear.. grow some man testicles or lose your chance forever.

The choice was simple – there was no way I would let things implode like this.

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I gathered all my manliness and I came up with“I think I like you”

….I think I fucking like you, what the flying fuck is that?

Out of the billion most romantic things to say, I chose second from the bottom just above “I want to rape you.

I scratched my head not because of a response to stimuli but out of digust.. What have you just done Sam?

The silence was deafening, what would she reply? She asked me whether or not I thought she was happy about this.

HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW?

My brain could barely process auditable words let alone compute emotions. Once again she proves herself to be the more mature adult and recites her little poem, I’m sure you know of it, it was on her blog.

Oh yeah little fact – I promised her not to read her blog till end of the year cos that’s when we thought we wouldnt be talking anymore.

After hearing it, all I could do was smile, sit in my chair and smile.

Not the small “Hey I found an Australian 2 dollar coin smile”, the “Hey the girl I have feelings for has feelings for me too” smile,

so it’s kinda like this :)))))))))))))))))))))))))

We talked hours into the night again about random stuff, most of which I can’t remember since I had a washing feeling of total euphoria.

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And I finally realised I had stepped through the door, across the other side of the window and within reach.



Within reach of that girl.

xoxo,
Jess

Jess and Sam and Phuket

Had to get up stupidly early (like 5ish am) to catch our flight to Phuket in the morning!

Amazingly enough, we weren’t late, I didn’t do something stupid like leaving my passport at home and we only made one detour to get my Canon e1 which I left at home which was an amazing decision because it was a lifesaver later on…

Some kind stranger offered to take this picture for me and Sam while we wait to board our plane!

Eh I love budget terminal!!!

Everything is so quick and no-frills-ish.. your boarding gate is just a few steps away from the departure hall, etc etc.

For those who are interested, the flight fare was about $600+ for the both of us, round trip, last min booking + inclusive tax.

I love Tiger Airways too, always so cheap one!! :D

My luggage… Sam only brought one tiny sling bag stuffed with clothes while I brought like 7kg worth of stuff :P

He kept complaining while I was packing and told me to bring less shit there cuz he knew he was gonna be the one lugging everything around in the end LOL

Time to board the plane!

As soon as I clicked down on my shutter button for this picture, a security flapped his arms around going, “No pictures!!”

Happy Sam in his seat!

I booked us front row seats which was great because we had more leg room than others (super impt) but there wasn’t any space for our hand carry baggages in the compartments above

Sleepy sam and my unusually awake self!

I was more tired than I let on, afterall I had like less than 2 hours worth of sleep cuz I was rushing out a blog entry before leaving for our trip.

It’s really hard to blog when Sam is around, cuz when your bf flies to another country to be with you, you don’t just leave him sitting around doing nothing while you attend to your website?!?

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I don’t remember what happened next except for turning on my ipod and sticking the left earphone into my ear and giving the other side to Sam and promptly falling asleep…. the next thing I knew,

I was already descending from heaventhe blue skies into Phuket like an angelfrom my short 1 hour 45 mins flight!

Immigration was stupidly slow… unlike SG’s which is lightning speed fast as compared to many other country’s immigrations!!!

Also gotta love their automated machines whereby you just scan your passport and thumbprint. Yay for advanced countries!

When we were filling out our “arrival cards”, there was this group of really suspicious Middle-Eastern-looking men that kept giving me weird looks from across the hall and they whispered to each other and behaving every bit like how potential terrorists would behave!

The way they behaved got me really, really worried because I really felt something wasn’t right with them, and I told Sam but he didn’t seem to take me very seriously.

They even followed us around, and at times when they thought I wasn’t looking, they would give me weird looks and our eyes would meet and they would quickly look away!!!

In the end, a security guard approached the group of them and checked their passports etc.

SEE, I have eyes and instincts for such things, the security guard found them really suspicious too cuz he didn’t check anyone else!

In the end they were escorted by security somewhere else, much to my relief.

So I went through immigration with Sam, still keeping my eyes open and on the lookout and…

I SAW THEM AGAIN AT THE AIRPORT’S EXIT!!!!

They were pretending to check out souvenirs, and just standing around doing pretty much nothing except occasionally turning around to look at us!

I was totally freaked out and I tugged on Sam’s arm telling him to look at them, and as we approached them they picked up their bags and started walking too, pretending as if they were not waiting for us to come out lor wtf.

Needless to say I kinda freaked out and Sam just kept telling me to chill and we quickly got a taxi and I kept looking around to see if anyone was following us but there wasn’t.

PHEW.

I dunno how Sam can tell me that I’m too paranoid, he has no clue about the potential dangers in store for us in a foreign country and obviously he doesn’t know what Phuket is like!

Ok end of dramatic story of what could have been.

In the cab…

My mood wasn’t that great since the creepy guys AND it was raining!

WTF I was so disappointed. I was like “Nooo it’s supposed to be stupidly hot, bright and sunny so why is it so gloomy now?”

And then Sam asked, “Hey, did we come to Phuket during the monsoon season?”

And I was like, “…..Err, yeah, I think we did.”

………………………..I can’t believe we didn’t realize this and checked the weather forecast before we came.

It was more of like,Hey, let’s leave the country tomorrow. Ok let’s! Where? Don’t know, Maaysia? Nah nvm let’s go Thailand. Okie!

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This was his face realizing we came to a beach resort during the monsoon season. LOLOLOL.

On our way to the resort, our driver stopped midway and I walked into this tour agency thingy…

And I booked tours for us! Yay!!!!

Despite the bad weather forecast (90% rain / thunderstorms), I booked a full day tour for the next day… all I could do was hope for the best.

The tours are so amazingly cheap too, like 50 or something for a full day, including buffet lunch and transport etc~

We arrive at our resort after 45 minutes drive… rainy and gloomy :(

We tried to check in but realized we could only get our room at like 1pm wtffffffffffffffffffff.

We were drenched and disheartened by the rain and now we couldn’t even take refuge in our hotel room! Zzzzz.

Decided to go for lunch at our resort’s own restaurant, Sala Bua…

At least it was quiet and peaceful, hate going on a holiday just to squeeze with other people. Holidays should be relaxing (and exciting at some points)!

Despite things starting out quite shit and my mood turning quite bad, Sam remained calm and collected like he always is.

That’s something I really really really appreciate about Sam… he is mild tempered and patient, never aggressive or hostile.

He always tries to make the best out of situations and never loses his cool, quite unlike me because I’m very very whiny and I sulk easily. LOL.

He said that the weather doesn’t matter because the only thing that matters is that he’s here with me awwwwwww.

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We ordered Tom Yum with prawns for starters (of course! one of my fav thai dishes) and Green Curry Chicken (another fav) and Pork Chop (ironically better than the green curry, and we’re in thailand?… can you say commercialized?)

The only redeeming factor about my green curry was that..

It came with heart-shaped rice! Hahah so cute.

Sam enjoying his dessert… He loves Mango and so do I :D

I ordered a scoop of vanilla ice cream and it came looking like this… wtf??

With wafers and a lot of fruit and even nuts inside. Quite interesting but I didn’t like it, I like my ice cream without fruit and nuts sorry!

We tried to drag our lunch as long as possible, but when we couldnt drag it any longer we decided to walk back to the reception in hopes of our room being prepared for us earlier than expected..

…And it was!! YAY!!!

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Our room was really quaint and lovely!

Unfortunately I didn’t get much good pictures of the resort & our room…

Here are some pics off the net:

Our room looked quite similar to this

The pool by the sea… which we didn’t have time to dip in

View of the resort from above!

We stayed at Impiana Phuket Cabana, and their tag line is “No one sleeps closer to Patong Beach than Impiana Phuket Cabana guests.”

I totally agree!!! The location is absolutely fantastic -

One of the few resorts that actually sit on the beach itself, it’s smack in the middle of Patong, so everything we needed was surrounding us!

Restaurants, shopping, beach, bars, etc you name it.

It’s an amazing feeling to wake up in the morning feeling the sea breeze in your face.. reminded me of Pulau Besar.

If I could choose my dream house, one of my top options would definitely be to live by the beach.

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Anyway, after we got our room we took a shower and wanted to go out and start our holiday, but it was still raining cats and dogs..

Disappointed, we stayed in our room the whole day watching TV and such only to leave our room in the night for dinner and it was STILL RAINING! $%@^T@T^

We walked and walked in the rain until we found this Italian restaurant “La Casa”.

The food is pretty good, the prices are quite reasonable, good service and my fav of all - great music!!!

We had a live pianist playing for us… how very lovely to have dinner listening to his music. No instrument I love better than the piano :’)

Really wish I could play it myself.

I liked this place so much, we went back to have dinner there again on our final night!

Mmm, if you should ever visit La Casa you should try their homemade 3-sauce pasta! The middle one, cream sauce with mushroom and asparagus is my fav. So good!!

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After dinner, we decided to check out Patong’s famous nightlife scene… and it was pretty damn happening.

Besides a lot of stalls selling the same things trying to rip you off, theres also a stupid amount of clubs and bars. And a lot of Thai hookers. I wonder how many of them are actually males lolol.

It’s funny seeing Thai trannies give your bf suggestive looks and seeing him squirm when they come dangerously close hahahaha

Everywhere you turned, it was another person trying to sell you a suit or another bar with some Thai girl gyrating her hips while grabbing onto some pole.

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Despite the raudy crowd and dodgy surroundings…


Sam still found the need to be the most loving bf in the world :’)

It was quite funny, cuz most people were there for the girls and the drinks and such, while me and my bf strolled down those dark alleys, me holding onto his arm and him holding onto a stupidly big bouquet of roses.

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After some shopping and funny bargaining, we decided to head back to our resort…

But I insisted we walk a full circle instead of backtracking because I wanted to see what was on the other side, and we ended up walking a HUGE circle in the rain hahahaa.

But that’s all part of the fun about being in a foreign country, isn’t it?

Exploring new things and new places. Not everything has to be perfectly planned, sometimes you just go where the path leads you to.

Thankfully we ended up @ our resort again after a very long walk, safely in 1 piece. Yay!

Fell asleep while talking to each other like we do every night….

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The next morning, woke up totally hyped because a day of adventure was ahead of us!

Bright and cheery, we went for our buffet breakfast by the sea~

Do I look like I’m on a holiday or what? Almost no make up, big holiday shirt plus sunnies. Oh yeah.

My breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, potato wedges, sausage, toast with butter and jam, ham, green curry chicken and a bunch of other crap but my fav is….

Smoked salmon!!!

OMG I LOVE SMOKED SALMON. I reallyyyyy do now which is weird cuz I never liked salmon very much in the past.

I like smoked salmon best, then salmon sashimi and my least fav has to be completely cooked salmon. I’ve been eating soooo much salmon recently!!

Speaking of which I wanna go back to Swensens to have their Mangoo Lychee and Salmon & Mushroom baked riceeeee. They need to bring Yam ice cream back :’(

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After an immensely satisfying breakfast…

Weather seems pretty good so far, no rain or dark clouds, yay!


Beautiful day

You make my grey skies turn blue and you know that’s true!

Waiting for transport to arrive, wearing our matching outfits & sunnies!

We got into the van and picked up the rest of the people in our tour, and finally had quite a long drive to the port, passing by cows and bulls and chickens and other weird animals by the roadside… Yep, definitley far away from town now!

Had to play around with the settings a little cuz it was way overblown, hence our white shirts turned oddly grey…

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And off we go to PHI PHI ISLANDS!!!

Setting out into the blue endless sea… leaving everything unimportant behind :)

About 6 people asked if we were on our honeymoon that day… wtf lol!

Pretty sure my husband will take me to some place alot nicer and more romantic than Phuket for our honeymoon!!!!

If you were in our shoes, you’d be just as stupidly happy too :’)

The weather was quite crazy and unpredictable..

It would be lovely & sunny one moment, and pouring the next.

Didn’t stop us from having a great time though… Better some sun then no sun, it is the monsoon season afterall!

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And finally, we reach our first island destination!


What are we gonna do here?

Snorkel? Nope. Swim? Nope. Scuba diving? Nope.

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We were about to go CANOE-ING through water caves!!!!!!

Awesome or whatttttttttt :D :D :D :D :D

Me and Sam all hyped up!

I was quite scared actually, since the water was choppy that day and those inflatable canoes don’t look too sturdy!

But I was definitely more excited than scared.

Got onto the canoe carefully and slowly (very slippery!) and my heart was pumping really fast cuz the water was alot choppier than I thought and I was pretty much just sitting on water directly at sea level, didn’t feel like I was on a boat at all!

We were rocking about dangerously, but soon I realized I had nothing to fear since I had a life jacket on + my canoe person was a pro at it :P

Plenty of space, so much that I could relax and lie down with my head on Sam’s lap since he was sitting behind me!


Water cave, here we come!!!


Mysterious looking cave…

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Inside the cave, it was really dark and quiet! Spooooooky.

For some reason, images of The Half Blood Prince & the inferi scene kept flashing in my head lol!

Took a picture of this rock that a lot of people commented looked like a human.

It did look a lot more like a person when you’re in almost complete darkness.

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There was also a LOOOOOOOT OF CREEPY BATS SLEEPING ABOVE US!

Wtf wtf wtf fucking scary, they covered the whole roof of the cave so that you couldn’t see anything but bats, bats and more bats!

I wanted to take a picture of them but I was afraid that the flash from my camera might awaken them and they’d go on a human eating frenzy.

It was kinda like this, but more!!! I’m getting goosebumps. They look so evil, black things in clusters hanging upside down from roof of creepy dark caves!

I half-screamed when we were canoe-ing below the bats and suddenly I felt something fall on me.

I was like “WTF WAS THAT?!?!” and Sam kept on saying, “I hope that was water… I REALLY hope that was water.”

And then…

And then…………..

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****To Be Continued****

xoxo,
Jess
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