Pictopost 1- Untuk Keselesaan Orang Yang Buta Huruf

You may now enjoy the pictorial marathon of the first season of Jun Shern's Bali experiences with limited textual interruption.

As you well know, a marathon is meant to be long. And because it is so long, it would be boring for it to be all pictures. So realize that I said that the textual interruption would be limited. Not completely gone.

Please scroll down to begin.

Note: The following contents include extreme levels of excitement which may be harmful to children if viewed without proper understanding. Because of this, parental guidance is recommended for children under the age of 10. This is Madness is not responsible for any accidents, liabilities, or unfortunate circumstances that may befall the viewer.

26th December, 2008

Air Asia for the win!





"The fun has arrived, thank you very much!"


From what I've learned at the coffee factory, I will tell you now some very important news that have influenced lives before ours. The male coffee bean is the good one, while the female coffee beans smell horrid.


Tourist spot. Full of monkeys. Beautiful scenery.



These little blighters can actually steal the bottle from your hand and run off with it! As proven in this picture. They also know how to unscrew the bottle cap and drink.


We are such posers. But hey, at least we look good!


See what I mean? Posers.


After that, we got down to see the beaches of Bali. It shocked me, how similar it was to Malaysia. What with naked little Malay children running around and immense crowds of people flooding the oceans, I didn't feel like going in for a dip.

Quality improved drastically at dinner time.


The beach at which we had dinner at was a most nourishing sight. A blind man would surely be cured after strolling along this sandy brilliance.


Africa. Otherwise known as the hair of Jun Ian along the coastline.


It was super windy, too.



27th December, 2008

Lunch.

It's David's birthday, and this year, he will have the pleasure of celebrating his 27th birthday on the 27th of December.


Tourist spot No 2: The temple. Full of surfers. Beautiful scenery.


Look closely and you'll see a dog sleeping in the temple.



Huge crowds at every turn. They must be attracted to me. Haha! Just kidding.

I don't know that guy, but he was standing in the perfect position for a beautiful shot of the waves crashing on the rocks.




What did I tell you? Beautiful.



Okay, this was the part of the trip that really shook me. I never imagined that modern day people were still doing things like sacrificing babies to giant snakes, but...
You can see for yourself.

The foot massages came free with the tour package, so why not?


Now I know why not. It was worst than whenever my brother holds me down and asks my sister to tickle me.


28th December, 2008

The highlight of the trip, especially because we didn't get to go surfing.


The women at work.


That's me, in the front with my dayung(oar) in the water.



This pic is awesome.




"Superman is dead"
That's what's carved into the tree.



29th December, 2008

I would've braided my hair too, only that the person said it was too short. Sigh. It would've been cool to show up in school with braids.


The typical Bali beach. What I expected of Bali all along. Unfortunately, we only stopped there for lunch. So we didn't get to swim.



KL, night view from the oreoplane. Aeroplane, I mean.

That's it. Seemed like quite a boring post, to me. Uploading the pictures took all the energy I had in me.

But the trip was good, except that I didn't get to swim in the beach or surf. At all. The only swimming I did was at night, when we snuck out for a swim in the hotel pool.

Jun Shern out.

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Tis' The Season To Be Jolly

Plenty of reason to be jolly. Firstly, I finished all my holiday homework!

"Apa erti panas salju tu, ayah?" "Ya, ayah. Nazli pun tak faham."

"Panas salju itu ertinya harapan yang tak kesampaian. Salju apabila terkena panas matahari akan cair dan kembali menjadi cecair. Tak tahan lama dan musnah..."

Dipetik daripada novel "Panas Salju",
oleh Talib Samat, halaman 235.

Hahaha. Alright. Apart from that, it was my dad's birthday yesterday!

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Don't know if he'll ever see that message. It is Justin's birthday today,

Happy Birthday, Justin!

Don't know if he'll see it either, I don't think he reads my blog. And it is also Christmas' Eve!

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

I'm having a party tonight. And its gonna be AWESOME. I can feel it in the air. I'll post the feedback later on.

Oh, almost forgot. I'm going to Bali on Friday!

WOOOOH!

Jun Shern out.

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Classic Cheese

It's a cake, as you should know. If not, at least familiarize yourself with Chocolate Indulgence, which is the cake that my family frequents. However, for this year's birthday party, we decided to go for something a little... Unorthodox. So we picked the Classic Cheese. (Yes I know the name clearly states Classic Cheese)

Anyway, I celebrated my birthday on Sunday. That's not the real date, by the way. My real birthday is tomorrow. The 17th.

Anyways, we went to this out-of-the-way-jungly-sort-of-place, where my mum was recommended to by her friends. We got there, and we were like. Whoa.

The restaurant was big, and seemingly open air. There were small gazebos with tables and chairs for private functions, and a large area with many tables and chairs for normal customers. The place looked like it had been closed down for quite a while. The stuff was still there, but the plants were growing all over.

There was a man there, however. My mum went to him and asked:

"Excuse me, is this place open?"

The man looked extremely affronted.

"Yes, of course it is, ma'am."

They spoke for a while then he brought us into a decidedly more well-kept room, which was air-conditioned. There was a long table in the room, which looked like it was reserved just for us.

The rest of the relatives started arriving. The usual group. The Chan's, the Tan's, the Loong's, and the Choong's, plus one. The plus being the Loong's new nine year old sister, supposedly born on Saturday night. Go figure.

Anyways, while my mum was busy sorting out the food with the talkative waiter who took us in, we took a look around the place. We found the toilets, and didn't know which one to go to.

Do we belong here?

Or here?

Back at the restaurant, we enjoyed their hearty servings of muruku whilst the waiters prepared our happy meals.


And then, Yee Juinn presented the brilliant gift of a Balisong(Otherwise known as butterfly knife) from Joo Lee, Yee Hou and himself. Said to be illegal in Malaysia, our family doesn't care.

Beautiful.

Finally, lunch is served.

Mmm. Tastes like chicken. Probably because it is chicken.

After the chicken, the clams came disguised like a duck. Some call it "The Trojan Duck". The duck was actually on fire when they first served it, but by the time we got the camera out, the flames were gone.

So here we are, enjoying the meal.

Another shot from the other end of the table.

Here's the newborn baby, Vivian.

After the meal, came the cake. The Classic Cheese.

And with the cake, came the impossible challenge.

Jun Ian grabs two slices of the cake, a smacks them onto a plate. He squashes them to the center of the plate, and stabs a candle into the middle.

"Here are the rules: Put your hands behind your back. You grab the candle off the plate with your mouth. If you are not fast enough, we will push your face into the cake. If you are fast enough, you may escape."

"Well, not much of a chance," I was thinking. "But.. Hey, what the heck, let's go do something stupid."

Here's the video.

The cake went up my nose. Nose cake, you know. Literally cake. Not just the usual brownies.

Last picture: Balisong Extremists.

"Hey, let's do lala poses with our balisongs."

Whose brilliant idea was that?

Jun Shern out.

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