Besides lounging on my cosy bed and (re)watching Star Wars Episodes IV, V and VI on DVD over the long weekend, I convened 2 gatherings at the square table.

I was winning money while a couple of friends enjoyed a short getaway.

Arthover went to Tioman and posted a spread of photos the minute he touched base. Yes, I will post semi naked pics of myself if I didn’t carry any excess flesh. And yes, I will accept a gym sponsorship from people who wanna ogle at me in a skimpy pair of trunks. (FYI, Art wasn’t featured in a skimpy pair of trunks)

Linda was at “this small town near Desaru, which required an one-hour boat ride”. She claimed nothing hanky panky was carried out at this quiet resort and suggested “we” make that our next holiday destination. I silently assumed the “we” didn’t just include me and her. *blush* Hahaha!

Not everyone enjoyed their long weekend though.

V2 was robbed in JB!

I picked up his call five minutes after I woke up, so I wasn’t able to completely register his misfortune.

Summary: the two of them were stopped by a man at a dark alley near the Malaysian Customs. Our friend here actually talked back at the robber“不要这样啦。留一点钱给我们回去啦”

Hmmm, I’ve not been robbed before. Given that Singapore is a SAFE haven. I might be mugged in the West where a typical ang moh will tower over me. But I guess my height and weight (read the above, about not being able to be featured in a skimpy pair of trunks) makes me relatively safe in Asia.

Anyway, V2 and friend survived the ordeal.

Morale of the story, please be careful while you’re overseas. Talking back or bargaining with the robber is not encouraged.

While V2 and friend made the robber RM80 richer, Helen was partying away in Kuala Lumpur. (I suspect she made a trip to Genting too. No trip to KL is complete without giving her arms the much required exercise at the jackpot machines.)

I related V2’s story to her and wanted her to be more cautious.

A series of SMSes came my way. I have her permission to reproduce in full here. Spelling and grammatical errors are hers, not mine.

“Wa biangs! I now waiting 4 bus 2 leave… Stupid! Give me LC coach! And got delay! Wa biang! Stupid!”

“Bus finally go liao but f**kin hot! I hate their nonexistence efficiency! Stupid!”

“When I come bk really will f ______(name of travel agency) upside down. Give us duno wat ulu bus that’s damn jerky and aircon meant for ants. Bus driver who pretend dun speak eng”

“F that driver. Everything oso make the whole bus wait. Clear customs 1st but still cant leave. F them.”

“Ok. Change to our rightful wan with powerful aircon till windows mist, got massage chair. 4 d past few hours my butt shld be on tis not tat pathetic metal moving container!”

(Note: LC = Low class)

Good luck to the people at the travel agency.

Tip: You better apologise unreservedly. Good if you post an apology online. A full page ad in The Straits Times, Today and Zaobao will be great. You may wish to run apology-commercials in my programme as well, in case my readers miss your full page ads in the papers. Rates are at a very afforable level of $300/ per 30seconds.
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P/S: Given Helen’s colourful SMSes, don’t you guys think her blog will be much more interesting than mine if she ever makes hers public?

*we want helen’s blog* *we want helen’s blog* *we want helen’s blog* *we want helen’s blog* *we want helen’s blog* *we want helen’s blog*

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