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I’M WEIRD AND I KNOW I AM!!!!

There. I’ve got that off my chest. So you don’t need to tell me I’m a weirdo. I don’t know about you, but Nawooz gets most of his inspiration at one particular spot at home. It’s like the entire cosmos gather at this particular spot. Where’s this magical spot??!! My bathroom. Yes you heard right, it’s my bathroom!!!

I get most of my inspiration to blog etc etc and random ideas such as business proposals in my bathroom. During my showers, brushing my teeth or whilst seated on my “throne”. If you can’t guess what the polite term meant, it’s the toilet bowl. Hell, I’ve even conjured up a random 4D number while I was showering one morning. I asked my mom to purchase the ticket, but forgot to tell her I wanted it from Toto. Lets just say a small voice told me to buy Toto after the number came to mind. My mom ended up buying from Magnum instead. Guess what??!! The number came up as 1st prize!!! ….But in Toto. WADAFAK(TM)?????!!!!!!!! What are the odds of that happening? Got the 1st prize number in the bathroom. Even got “told” the establishment to buy from, but screwed up being a millionaire. Royally pissed me off.

As mentioned earlier, I also get my blogging topics from my bathroom. It’s like my sacred spot for the mysteries of life to be revealed. However, my bathroom still hasn’t “told” me the answer to the life-changing question for men, “What do women really want?”. I have a feeling my bathroom is a guy, hence it’s having some problems with this question as well. Anyone out there, who can perform a sex change for it? Then I can make back the millions I lost earlier from that botched Toto plan.

The bathroom is also the place where I “digest” my issues and then try to formulate solutions. Technical question from my job. I’ll work it out in the bathroom. Family issues? I’ll see what advice the bathroom has for me. Relationship issues? Let me go consult Dr. Love Bathroom. Bad day? Sing in the bathroom at the top of my lungs and let the shower wash the suay (bad luck) away. It helps having a nice spacious bathroom though, like mine. It’s almost as big as my room. Kinda pathetic, but it’s the Magical, Mysterious, Magnificent, Mind-boggling, Must-have bathroom for me.

If only I can carry my bathroom with me everywhere. I’ll solve issues faster that way. Kinda like how convenient it would be for Clark Kent to have a portable phone booth each time he has to change into Superman. However, Nawooz’s bathroom is much much better space-wise. I can almost imagine the bruised elbows and agony Clark has to endure in such a tight space. Spandex samore! Poor guy. Maybe I’ll loan him my bathroom one of these days.

My wifey has been pretty restless lately and finally she has a new “baby”. No, not a real flesh and blood “waa waa” baby, but a sideline project to distract her.

It’s safe to say most women suffer from wardrobetitis. Common symptoms are similar to food freaks. Opening up the fridge and staring at their next quick fix. Wardrobetitis victims, however are plagued with the choice selection. Often exclaiming with passionate suffering, on their lack of choice. Beats me. I’m a guy. Just open the drawer and slap on anything, which doesn’t make me look like Krusty the Clown, on goes the deodorant and dash of cologne and I’m good to go. After a nice invigorating shower nonetheless.

What scares me about wardrobetitis victims though, is the fact that the wardrobe maybe (and most probably is) brimming with clothes. Some brand new!! While some were only worn once. Yet you see them scratch their heads, tug at their hair, bite their nails and stomp their feet in frustration. All the while lamenting about how they don’t have anything to wear to so-and-so event or outing.

So why in the world would wardrobetitis victims willingly get stuck in mad traffic jams, hunt and pay for crazed parking spots, wade through the sea of people and other wardrobetitis victims…hunting for their next fashion fix, only to have that item buried under newer purchases? Why go through all the hassle when the Internet has so much to offer in terms of ease and reach to the masses?

Thus was aiSumomo born. It would seem a natural progression of events since my sister is involved in the fashion industry and my wifey is a fashion consumer. They both are working to bring http://aisumomo.multiply.com/ into fruition. The motto is simple, “aiSumomo, at your service”. Items are slowly being catalogued and will be posted in due time. The main idea is to provide affordable fashion pieces to the ladies without much fuss. It even houses a second hand corner for shoppers on a tight budget, but doesn’t want to skimp on cut and quality. All item conditions will be clearly stated beforehand, so buyers need to worry about being scammed. All queries can be left on the site and it will be answered. Usually kept within 24 hours.

As it’s being run by only two person, please do bear with the slow progress for a bit. Rest assured that stuff are on the way and I sincerely hope some, if not all, will benefit from this project (^.^) Hopefully the number of alarming wardrobetitis victims will dwindle with aiSumomo’s introduction. It may even save you some money from hair loss or having to undergo another pedicure/manicure, when standing in front of that wardrobe the next time. I’m looking forward to a men’s section soon yeah, sis and wifey!!! Got discount ar??!!!!

I’m gonna take up Lisan’s tag from this post: http://lisansscribbles.blogspot.com/2007/07/original-prankster.html. Stories about being naughty in secondary school??? Meh, I’ve been naughty for life. So I’ll skip all the original restrictions and go full monty.

1) Secretly found my dad’s stash of medicine and ate them. Thought they were sweets, sis thought so too. Parents freaked and forced us to vomit.

2) Kicked a Malay kid in the balls during kindergarten. I was the Chinese gang’s so call tai kor (big boss) that time and this dude was asking for trouble. Met up with him during recess and he scratched my neck with both hands, leaving an awful wound. I kicked him in the balls. Still wonder how I got away scot-free on that one.

3) Slapped a boy in my sister’s class for bullying her and dared him to call his parents.

4) Modified a lighter and burnt a cockroach’s feelers. After being bored of it running around in circles, I roasted him.

5) Under the pretext of helping my neighbour clean their back garden, I started a fire to burn dead leaves. Friend added Ridsect spray to the open flames. Bad idea! The entire hill brush caught fire and firemen had to come to put it out. There were high-tension wires on the hill (supplying electricity). Laughed at the neighbour, who was trying to put out the raging inferno with a hose trickling water. Ran back home, but got ratted out by the same neighbour. Ouch!

6) Swung the swing my sister was seated on too hard. Sis fell to the ground. Physics in motion on said swing + head = bald spot on sister’s head till today. I’m sorry >_<

7) Used to find sticking the water pipe up dad’s car exhaust amusing. Even better when the water pipe was turned on. Dad wondered why the car didn’t start next morning. Found this out whilst washing his car. Kids and boredom do not go well in most cases.

Stole dad’s Scout pen-knife and decided to go Rambo. Was cutting some twigs to make an arrow when I sliced off the flesh on my left index finger. Cut was so deep, it hit bone. No shit. I endured the pain for a couple of days until I noticed it oozing yellowish-brown substance. Dad fixed me up reallll good after that. He cleaned the wound and poured Iodine on it. I guess that is how I’ve developed some resistance to pain. Sadist!

9) Used to fold paper planes and parachute-like soldiers during my APIIT KL college days. A bunch of us would then open the windows on the 10th floor or so and launch the said items. Closed the windows and observed them fly!!!! Many a paper plane and brave paratrooper died under the crunch of Petaling Street’s traffic. A moment of silence for the men of the, [aSa] School of Aviation and Flight wing.

10) Made calls from a public phone to the eejit, who called and cursed one of my friends in the wee hours of morning with phrases like, “Good morning, it’s time to go to the loo”. Took turns doing this a couple of times.

11) Terrorized the couples in mini-Genting with our fireworks. Sometimes with homemade timers to enable swift escape from the “crime scene”.

12) Pranked my mom’s friend by imitating our kettle whistling when the water was boiling. She would run frantically to turn off the gas, only to find the kettle safely stored in the cabinets. Sorry Aunty Mae Jae! I’m such a devil.

There are so many more, but I’m running out of steam to type. Furthermore, some of them are better carried with me to my grave. For those who happened to cross my path during my mischevious streaks, I’m really sorry for all the trouble and trauma I’ve caused. Let me make it up to you with a firecracker in your letterbox. Ooooppss, that makes it 13 for now. ^__^”

I can’t really recall when was the last time I posted something amusing/funny. So please enjoy this gem, courtesy of my dear wife.

I arrived home at about 10.00pm last night and boy was I hungry. I was halfway chomping down on my dinner, when all of a sudden my wife comes rushing into the kitchen with a half-scared, half-amused and half-disgusted look. She squealed about a two-headed cockroach in our bedroom. Hoping to see some X-men mutant cockroach, I rushed to the bedroom lest I missed it. Probably could catch it and sell it to some biolab or something or maybe to a freak circus. Maybe I’ll let it bite me and see if I develop cockroach superpowers, just like Spideyman.

Upon seeing the cockroach, I burst out laughing and my wife gave me the wadafak(tm) look. I just told her to leave the two lovebird cockroaches alone. Turns out our “mutant” cockroach were actually cockroaches; a male and female doing the horizontal hanky-panky (more like vertical in this case), right on her wardrobe door. Felt so <i>pai seh</i> to have barged in on their intimate moment. I left to continue my dinner.

Someone tell me why I shouldn’t love my wife now? She even has entertainment for me during meals!!! I’m so gonna die for this post, but who cares. I hope it puts a smile on your face as it did for me.

Cheers!  

I promised Lisan I would put this up in support of a noble cause, J.U.S.T.I.C.E! I’d serve it with a side of burning in Hell for eternity side order. Supersized. Makes me wonder what kind of effed up society and times we’re living in. Makes my blood boil with rage I tell you. Anywho, here’s the article and feel free to post this on your blogs, my dearest readers. Let them know what the bloggers can do!!!

TITLE: Open Letter To Limkokwing University of Creative Technology. 

Attn: Ms.Vasanthy Govindasamy/Dr.Jayles Yeoh/ Tuan Haji Kamaruddin
International Services
Limkokwing University of Creative Technology.

Dear Sir/Miss,

ASSAULT OF STUDENT IN THE PREMISE OF LIMKOKWING UNIVERSITY STUDENT ACCOMMODATION, DESARIA VILLA

I would like to bring your attention to the incident that took place in Desaria Villa condominiums on the 11th of July 2007. At 10.45 am, my friend Shariff Zayeem–an international student from Bangladesh–was assaulted in the Desaria Plaza area by 6-10 security guards.

The armed assault was initiated when my friend Shariff Zayeem attempted to bring a friend of his into the apartment without a visitor’s pass. The door guard confronted my friend as he walked in along with three other friends of his (two of which live in Desaria). Zayeem agreed to sign the necessary visitor documents.

While signing, Zayeem overheard the security guards speaking of him vulgarly in their own language. Aggravated, he confronted them on this. A verbal exchange took place for a short period before 5-6 guards charged at my friend with batons in their hands and continued to aggressively attack him. Two of his other friends were also attacked by a few guards.

Three people from the management who witnessed the incident from the beginning stood still as the assault took place in front of about 15 people. One of the management authorities present was the manager of Desaria Villa himself, Mr.David. The attack left my friend with terrible haemorrhage at the back of his head as a result of a baton broken on his head. His left arm was injured due to the impact of the armed beatings, and his back is badly bruised from the repetitive hits. His two friends were also bruised on several parts of their bodies.

No action was taken by the Desaria management authorities present to help my injured friend. Two friends of mine and I rushed Zayeem to the Serdang Hospital shortly after that. Ms.Vasanthy and Tuan Haji Kamaruddin were present at the hospital later to further investigate the case.

At about 4 pm, I returned to Desaria Villa to visit Shariff Zayeem. I first stopped by the Management Office with three other friends to enquire on the progress of the case where I was attended to by Mr.David. When asked, Mr.David denied his presence at the time of the incident and gave us no update on the action to be taken against the guards.

I then went to the plaza where I was informed by a friend who was present with me in management office that Mr.David had behaved towards him in a threatening manner when enquiring on who I was. I later attempted to visit Zayeem at his unit. While at the guard’s desk, I asked for a visitor’s pass to enter the building where I was denied it without reason.

Mr.David soon attended to the desk where he also told me and a friend of mine that we had been barred from entering Desaria. He gave no reason nor explanation to why this was. I consistently pursued an argument with him on why these actions were being taken against us but received no answer. Instead, Mr.David had brought over 5 men (that are not affiliated with the Desaria management) who stood behind him as he spoke to us. My friend and I, viewing it as a physical threat, decided to leave.

Before leaving, I made it clear to Mr.David that I intend on informing the media, making a police report, and taking legal actions by all procedures and acts possible if at all no actions were to be taken against the security guards and the management. I also stated that I will take all necessary actions through the University to justify my barring from the condominium–which I mentioned may result in his dismissal from the vicinity.

I truly hope the University understands that Zayeem is currently physically unfit to carry out many tasks as a result of the assault. It is primarily because of this reason that I ask of the University’s authorities to grant me admittance to the hostel so that I will be able to do things that are necessary for him as well as be there in the case of a medical emergency, if at all.

Is it really wrong of us students who are not occupants of the hostel to visit our friends there? I do not see a reason valid enough for the non-occupants of Desaria Villa to not be allowed in. Reasons such as the current situation and also times where group assignments are concerned require us to be there all night long. However, with the current unreasonable and insensible enforcements of the management, students of Limkokwing University who are not occupants of Desaria Villa are faced with problems.

The Desaria Villa management as well its security guards have proven to be incompetent in many ways in the past few days. The non-occupants as well as the occupants of Desaria Villa strongly believe that the Desaria Villa management is in dire need of an overhaul. I hope that the University takes the necessary actions to ensure that student-welfare is prioritized and no such incident will repeat again.

Thank you.

Yours sincerely,

kG Krishnan
Faculty of Communications, Media and Broadcasting

For pictures (intensely graphical and not for the weak of heart), please head on over to Lisan’s original post: http://lisansscribbles.blogspot.com/2007/07/open-letter-to-limkokwing-university-of.html. I hope those thugs get what they deserve. The Desaria Villa manager included. Seriously wadafak ™ stuff!

I doubt my good friend Shum ever reads my blog. Sooo, I’m gonna just pen his name here in this entry. None of that Mr. X shit.

Shum’s been missing from Malaysia for quite sometime now and I usually chat with him on those rare occasions when he is on MSN. What I like about our conversations are the sheer randomness and crap in it. I thought I have been subjected to many of his bizzare outbursts of randomness ever inflicted on mankind until a few nights ago.

Imagine a flashing MSN message in your task bar. Open it to find the words, “Am I unromantic?”. Wadafak(tm)!!! This kinda question can one hit KO people okay…early in the morning after working 12 hour graveyard shifts samore. Also, I am no Dr. Love okay. Somehow I felt it should have been directed to one of his female friends, seeing how it came from them.

My Mission Impossible was to humour the big oaf. I mean, the gal who told him that must have a cruel bone somewhere in her. Give the poor sod a break, can? He is trying hard to woo you and coming from a guy with no prior experience, cut him some slack lar! You just broke his big heart. Having said that, I don’t understand why he was going after a lawyer chick. Confirm sure kena laser from her.

Then I had the time to sit down and digest it all. What in the world makes a person a romantic or un-romantic? Is there like a clearly defined guideline to being a romantic. I think it really depends a lot on the person on the receiving end’s perception. Take for instance the 2 scenarios below:

Scenario 1: A bouquet of roses (any colour of your choice) + Ferrero Rocher

Scenario 2: Bunch of handpicked roadside weed flowers + M&Ms

You tell me, which one you vote as the Romantic and Un-romantic in this case. I’ll add on more information based on your response. This sounds like fun ^__^V

EDIT: Wadafak(tm) blog.com!! Twice I had to copy-paste this entry as you keep screwing up my posting. First one failed, but thankfully I copied the contents before hitting the Post button. The second time, I had an empty post except for the title and tags. Seriously…wadafak -__-#

When I was younger, the de facto question to be asked would be, “Where are you working now?” or something similar during family reunions. However, that all changes after you get married. The “IN” question now is, “So, how’s married life?” followed by a smile or a grin. Not only from family members, but friends as well.

Honestly, in the beginning it was kinda cute and bearable. After hearing it over and over again, it get’s a bit cliched, ya know. Sometimes it’s the same person over the span of a couple of months. I somehow long for the, “What are you doing now or how’s life” greetings now.

If you MUST know, it’s been good. We’re still learning about one another and not killing one another at times. Misunderstandings and arguments are all part and parcel of sharing our new lives together. We know that. Forgive and forget. Move on. We both have our strengths and areas of improvement. No one is perfect, so they say One thing for sure is, she is building tolerance for the real Nawooz. I’m glad we both met and decided to walk this path together, my dear. It’s the small things you do, which makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I love you more and more each day, although I may show it in the weirdest circumstances. Looking forward many many more years ahead of us.

Which brings me back to my yesteryear posts…how do you know she or he, is the ONE(tm)? I still haven’t got my finger on it, but I think it’s quite safe to say, when the time comes…you will know. Give it some time and consideration. If things don’t look awesome in the beginning, it may after a while Who knows right.

Now, I’m gonna start preparing for the next barrage of questions…”When are you gonna have kids??!!”. Confirm can die lar this one.

(>_<”)

I make it a point to read blog updates of my bloglist everytime I’m at work. Especially when I’m on the oh-so-lonesome night shifts.

Lisan of http://lisansscribbles.blogspot.com/ recently had a post about her name. Out of curiosity, I Googled “Nawruz” and found this blog listed as the 17th result. Coolness!!! Naw-Ruz is actually the Iranian/Persian New Year. It also happens to be the Bahá’í New Year, which is my religion. More info about my religion here: http://www.bahai.org/. Naw-Ruz is celebrated on the 21st of March each year. The oddest bit, I’m not even born in the month of March!!! I’m a Capricorn. It’s my parents’ decision to give me this name, so I don’t question it. It’s unique and a great ice-breaker especially when I start speaking in Chinese after the intro. A lot of people think I’m a Malay due to the odd name.

Which reminds me of my first day as a barbarian…I mean librarian, in APIIT. I was standing behind the counter waiting for a senior to finish her task. She looked busy, so I just stood there patiently. After a while, she spun around and asked irritatedly, what I wanted. I told her I was reporting in for duty. She looked shocked as she was expecting a Malay guy instead. Good times. Tee hee hee.

Off topic, I’ve been listening to a LOOOOOTTTT of Anime soundtracks lately. Even bought Yui-chan’s, “Can’t Buy My Love” album due to her song in the Bleach series. More info? Head on over to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yui_(singer) or http://technorati.com/tag/yui. I like her unique voice. Also got some new material from wifey. It’s from Emi Fujita. She does a real good cover of well known titles. Peter Paul and Mary’s - Leaving on a Jetplane, Judy Garland’s -Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Bread’s - If and many many more Oldies. She even does a perfect rendition of Joey Yung’s - Proud of You. So jiwang I tell you. Nice easy listening for the graveyard shifts.

Also remembered that it was today 2 years ago, when Floppie came into our lives (posted a bit late). She brought joy and happiness to us for such a short while, but I still miss her like it was only yesterday. Rest in peace dearest dearest Floppie.

12 July 2005 - 25 July 2005…Never forget

Look at that face…doesn’t it melt your heart

Floppie pretending to be a roasted piggie

Sorry to all for the super super delayed post. I knew I was supposed to blog about the Redang experience, but I had a tidal wave of work coming at me after the vacation. In the words of www.eddyhan.com, can so freaking totally die dot com!!!11

Anywho, my wife has taken the liberty to upload most of the non X-rated Redang pics. Below is the link: http://www.mywedding.com/nawcath/galleries.html

So a little bit about the trip. We flew courtesy of the beloved low cost carrier, Air Asia. Thanks to Datuk Tony Fernandez, now everyone can fry…I mean fly. We were at the LCCT in Sepang at a bright-eyed 5-ish AM. What to do…budget vacation mah. As usual, had breakfast at the McDoos there. The crowd never ceases to amaze me. Most of them just lounging around and not really eating. Their baggages acting as landmines hindering people from waltzing in the outlet. Plane was slightly delayed again. Not unusual for Air Asia. When the call came for boarding, you can bet the kiasu people were shoving and cutting queue. It’s inbred genes, it is. When there’s a queue, they are programmed to cut in or pretend to slowly inch in through the sides. The army, could benefit a little stealth training from these people. It’s an art form okay. Lots and lots of practice to perfect it, but alas, they don’t go past my fricckin laser beam eyes. I stare at them and sometimes they do shrink, as though my laser eyes melted them. *Zap Zap* Die you queue cutter. Ahem, sorry. Got carried away. Where was I? Ah yes. We boarded the plane with a lot of shoving and cussing under the breath. The flight took around 45 mins without much drama and we touched down at the Terengganu airport. So small sia, but not to worry. There is a new one being built right next to it.

We were greeted by the chartered van waiting for us. It was another 30 mins drive to the Merang Jetty, where we were supposed to catch a ferry to the beautiful island of Redang. Lots of waiting around before we finally embarked on the sea voyage. Thanks to the flight, my body adjusted to the seasickness. At long last, we were finally in Redang. Our crib…the Laguna Redang Resort. Due to the MATTA Fair, we got the package for a reasonable price, I would say. For more info, head on to their website: http://www.lagunaredang.com.my/. It was the location, where the Chinese movie, More More Tea was shot. Starring Richie Ren, Sammi Cheng, Guang Liang and our own Ah Niu. So scenic I tell youuuuu. The sea was azure blue with white sands. Felt like stripping in the hotel lobby there and then for a swim. Laguna has a very good check-in system. You leave your baggage with them coz the check-in is only at 1pm. You have your buffet lunch and then after that, proceed to check-in. One thing I have to say during our entire stay, the buffet spread for 3 meals are awesome!!!! The food is actually not bad.

After we checked-in, we lazed around whilst waiting for our first sea activity at 2.30pm, snorkelling in the blue blue sea. Thankfully I brought my own snorkel set. I hate sharing stuff, which involves eating other people’s saliva. Still have to rent the lifevest for RM10. Snorkel set was also RM10 for the entire duration of your stay. Then there was another RM5 for the Marine Park entrance fee the following day. Bread for feeding the fishes were RM5 per bag!!! Even Gardenia also not that expensive. Note to readers, PLEASE BRING YOUR OWN MINERAL WATER TO LAST YOUR STAY. They don’t provide drinking water in the rooms and it’s RM2 for a bottle of 500ml. Killer dot com. They do have an electric kettle to boil water, but trust me, you won’t like the rusted heating coils in there. However, unlimited drinking water is available during the meals. However, they don’t allow you to refill your empty bottles here. So gulp as much as you can if you don’t wanna pay RM2 mkayyy. This travelling tip was brought to you courtesy of Nawooz.Com.My.

The snorkelling experience was so-so only. Too many uncles and aunties. All afraid to go into the water and crowding up the dive section from the boat. Grrr! Fishes were aplenty, but be prepared to see Sergeant Majors and Parrot Fishes most of the time. No Nemo spotted during my entire trip. Felt kinda conned in all their snorkelling trips. Even the Marine Park was so-so, except for the dolphin pods spotted from the jetty. Too far away to really catch a good look, but you could see them swimming. Never got to see the huge grouper fish there as well. We left at around 5.30pm to head back to the resort and wash up for dinner. Did I mention already that the food is good. ^__^ After makan we strolled around the beach taking pictures and being a nuisance in general. Really nice place for a group of friends or a couple. The day ended with a nice warm shower and snuggling up to my wifey for some ZZzees.

Breakfast starts at 7am, but who gets up at such an ungodly hour on a vacation right. So most of the time it’s 8am onwards. Rushed through breakfast a bit as the Marine Park trip was at 9.30am. As I said earlier, no big huha came out of it. Did see the turtle hatchery with some cute lil fellas swimming in a fibreglass tank. One appeared dead. So pitiful. We headed back to the resort for lunch after that and then waited for the 2.30pm snorkelling trip. The whole trip was snorkel, snorkel and more snorkelling I tell you. So we decided against this trip and chose to lounge in the pool instead. Not many uncles and aunties around since they went for the snorkelling trip. Nice! I proudly can say, that I haven’t lost my waterbaby skills. Still managed to cover the entire length of the pool underwater. Thanks to my snorkelling trips in PD every weekend during my secondary school years.

Sadly, we were leaving the next day. So sad. Wish I could stay there forever and ever and ever and everrr. (T_T) Not wasting anymore time, we camwhored again that night and then played pool. Lovely. The next morning, we prepared for the long trip home. Due to stormy seas, I got seasick. Was having coldsweats throughout the boat ride. Then it was the van trip to the Laguna resthouse on the Mainland, as our plane was scheduled for 7pm. We waited there for 5 hours. Siao! Finally touched down in LCCT at around 9pm-ish. The pilot this time must have been a rookie. The touchdown was stomach churning. Landed with an awful bump. Luckily, there were no incidents.

So there. Redang in a nutshell. We’re planning another trip in the not so distant future. I wanna do my PADI Open Water diving license there. It’s cheap at around RM800-RM1000 compared to other places. Very long post this time and before I leave, here are some pics to tingle those optical nerves.

Sunset behind the Laguna Beach Resort

View of the Laguna Bay

The awesome blue blue sea!

Movie Fame: More More Tea Shop

Nawruz and Cat Redang 2007