Broga Hills

After a week of delay, Pats and I, along with Cher and her boyfriend Eddie, were finally able to conquer Broga Hills. Not that it was a hard climb, it’s just been quite some time since we both hiked and we didn’t have any physical preparation for this aside from eating. The last time we went hiking was in Kanching Falls, which is already more than a year ago.

the hill

Suzi’s Corner

A juicy, medium-rare steak is one of my weaknesses. So, whenever there’s an opportunity to have one, especially for free, who am I to refuse. It’s a sin! (at paminta…toink)

last bite

Tourists in KL

It has been some time since I had this feeling of being a tourist. For more than a year now, I’ve been roaming around KL having the mindset of an Expat, and not of a Tourist, which is a significantly different thing.

photographer is here

ITAC Outing

An outing is entirely a different thing from an Educational Field Trip. And, working people, are most likely not into how charcoal and salted egg is produced. This supposedly outing was a disappointment for me. Worst, they didn’t serve Crispy Pata for dinner!

But to be a bit fair, I was able to take some nice shots in the charcoal factory.

dreamboat

Sinful at 25

“25 years and my life is still. Trying to get up that great big hill of hope, for a destination…” ~ 4 Non-Blondes

I’m pretty sure you’re familiar with this undying song. It got stucked in my head when I heard it from one local radio station, weeks before my silver year celebration. And it kept on playing, and playing in my mind. Not just a simple LSS.

The song made me think and reflect: “Which direction is my life going to right now? Does it really have a direction? Is it really getting somewhere?”. I whispered to myself: “Damn”.