When I was a sweet pony tailed little girl, (and that was decades ago) treats were simple things... a hot char kuay teow supper, a stick of bubble gum, an ice cream after lunch..even getting rm 5 extra for my pocket money brought me joy equivalent to striking lottery.
Leaving my human limitations aside, and putting on my imagination cap on tight, here is a list of my top 5 treats, in no particular order.
5) Have tea with Barack Obama in the Oval Office.
The reason I just want tea with him is purely because I would not know how to hold an intelligent conversation with Obama. I mean, what would we talk about? The weather perhaps... So. Just tea will do, for now, thank you (which is already quite unusual in itself, since I am a coffee drinker). Little questions I've wondered about, arguably, the most powerful man on Earth.. like "When he picks up the phone, does he address himself as 'Hi, Barack here'.. or 'Hi, this is THE President' or just a simple 'Hey, hello, how are ya?' " (because someone else would have introduced him). Another niggling question is "Must his shirts ALWAYS be in white?" I've not seen any other colored shirt on him in photos. Hmm... it boggles the mind...
Always had the notion that Wall Street was filled with the ups and downs of buying and selling. Trillions of dollars exchanging hands in a day. All sort of shouts and hand gestures across the floor. The floor would be a commotion of hustling remisers and stock experts reading market trends and whatnot. Sounds attractive? Well, I'd like to work there and experience the stress of a Wall Street stockbroker. OK, maybe that doesn't sound like much of a treat...but I've always worked better under pressure. My exam results prove that - all the last minute, frenzied revising two nights before D-Day. I like the adrenaline that goes with it. If I can survive a day in Wall Street, I think I can survive any job thrown my way.
The picture speaks for itself doesn't it? Unlike the tumultuous scenes depicted in the infamous Pirates of the Caribbean, I want to experience the salty breeze, the refreshing wind in my hair, the relaxed afternoon siesta on a hammock, the soothing gushing of the waves, the peaceful silence...Every picture I take would be postcard material. Need I say more? Now THAT'S what I'd call a holiday...
Ever since I watched From Dusk Till Dawn on VHS, (DVDs weren't in yet and VHS and Video tape rewinders were all the rage) I steadily watched all Tarantino directed/written/inspired movies. Salma Hayek as a blood lusting vampire? Really, which brilliant mind would've thought that?! Especially after that mesmerising dance with a python on her shoulders. I want to delve into my well of creativity and dish out a tasty script worthy of Tarantino standards and have it watched and downloaded by millions all over the earth, and of course, have it pirated and sold in local Pasar Malams :) Wouldn't that be the cool? As they say : Imitation is the best form of flattery.
Lucky number 13. Macbooks and Vaios aside, a Dell Inspiron 13 should fit in my backpack very very nicely indeed. I want to sit in my favourite Starbucks chair, connect seamlessly with its Wifi and admire my own reflection in it's 13.3 inch screen. And perhaps if my old friend Barack can spare the time, go on a webcam conference with him too. heh.
I want to feel the cool touch of it's keyboard and hear the tapping of it's keys against my fingers. It comes with Intel® Integrated Graphics Media Accelerator X3100 too. OK, I have no idea what that even means, but I'm sure it will make Lara Croft (yes yes, at this day and age, some people still play tomb raider) look as menacing as never before.
However, those bubble gum days are long gone. Growing up, what I consider to be a true treat has become even more demanding - both in complexity and in monetary value.
Leaving my human limitations aside, and putting on my imagination cap on tight, here is a list of my top 5 treats, in no particular order.
5) Have tea with Barack Obama in the Oval Office.
The reason I just want tea with him is purely because I would not know how to hold an intelligent conversation with Obama. I mean, what would we talk about? The weather perhaps... So. Just tea will do, for now, thank you (which is already quite unusual in itself, since I am a coffee drinker). Little questions I've wondered about, arguably, the most powerful man on Earth.. like "When he picks up the phone, does he address himself as 'Hi, Barack here'.. or 'Hi, this is THE President' or just a simple 'Hey, hello, how are ya?' " (because someone else would have introduced him). Another niggling question is "Must his shirts ALWAYS be in white?" I've not seen any other colored shirt on him in photos. Hmm... it boggles the mind...4) Work in Wall Street for a day.
Always had the notion that Wall Street was filled with the ups and downs of buying and selling. Trillions of dollars exchanging hands in a day. All sort of shouts and hand gestures across the floor. The floor would be a commotion of hustling remisers and stock experts reading market trends and whatnot. Sounds attractive? Well, I'd like to work there and experience the stress of a Wall Street stockbroker. OK, maybe that doesn't sound like much of a treat...but I've always worked better under pressure. My exam results prove that - all the last minute, frenzied revising two nights before D-Day. I like the adrenaline that goes with it. If I can survive a day in Wall Street, I think I can survive any job thrown my way.3) Go island hopping in the Caribbean.
The picture speaks for itself doesn't it? Unlike the tumultuous scenes depicted in the infamous Pirates of the Caribbean, I want to experience the salty breeze, the refreshing wind in my hair, the relaxed afternoon siesta on a hammock, the soothing gushing of the waves, the peaceful silence...Every picture I take would be postcard material. Need I say more? Now THAT'S what I'd call a holiday...2) Write a script for Quentin Tarantino
Ever since I watched From Dusk Till Dawn on VHS, (DVDs weren't in yet and VHS and Video tape rewinders were all the rage) I steadily watched all Tarantino directed/written/inspired movies. Salma Hayek as a blood lusting vampire? Really, which brilliant mind would've thought that?! Especially after that mesmerising dance with a python on her shoulders. I want to delve into my well of creativity and dish out a tasty script worthy of Tarantino standards and have it watched and downloaded by millions all over the earth, and of course, have it pirated and sold in local Pasar Malams :) Wouldn't that be the cool? As they say : Imitation is the best form of flattery.1) Blog from my own Dell Inspiron 13
Lucky number 13. Macbooks and Vaios aside, a Dell Inspiron 13 should fit in my backpack very very nicely indeed. I want to sit in my favourite Starbucks chair, connect seamlessly with its Wifi and admire my own reflection in it's 13.3 inch screen. And perhaps if my old friend Barack can spare the time, go on a webcam conference with him too. heh.
I want to feel the cool touch of it's keyboard and hear the tapping of it's keys against my fingers. It comes with Intel® Integrated Graphics Media Accelerator X3100 too. OK, I have no idea what that even means, but I'm sure it will make Lara Croft (yes yes, at this day and age, some people still play tomb raider) look as menacing as never before.
It comes in varied colors : Obsidian Black, Alpine White and Cherry Red. All three are definite attention pullers. In the case of judging the book by its cover, I want people to judge me by my laptop instead. Simply because I know it will impress :)
Btw, if you're thinking of owning one, do mention special coupon code BZQVQF2RLZRKW3 from Dell that would allow you to purchase a Dell Inspiron 13 (S510701MY) with a RM100 Instant Cash Redemption!!. This promotion is only available online or by calling Dell at 1800-88-0301. This coupon code expires on 10th Nov 2009.
So there you go.
So there you go.
5 treats that would completely make my day.
Yup, my simple bubblegum days are definitely over!
View from the pink framed windows.
So we arrived at Hornbill. 
After a hard day's drive... the bed.
Finally found use for my ipod player. It came in very handy. 
Goofing around.
Our stupid room door, wouldn't open and locked us out. Drama warma. That warranted a room change. Immediately.
Later that night, after a huge Chinese dinner, we played games to foster good relationships la, konon. It really was just an excuse to drink. I got re-aquainted with Mr Jose. He's such a nice fella. btw, you can see the fugly bedsheet patterns. And then we played taboo. It's a lousy game - mainly coz I lost. ceh! Mr Jose didn't help one bit...
Flies are everywhere. So, keep an eye on your drink.
Next we moved rooms since we were left with three people. The walls are bright pink. How relaxing...
Took a boat ride to Giam Island. Shanky fell on the boat on the way back. One minute we were looking at her face, the next thing we saw was her flailing legs in the air.
We swum, bathed, put handfuls of sand in Shanky's swimsuit, collected shells, put dead crabs on Shanky, ate our delish Ramlee Burger (over there it's called an Island Burger), put more sand on/in Shanky. I copped a sunburn on my back. It was a good day.
Tapauing Island burgers for Jason. I loved the jagung bakar there. Besides that, the food was just not worth half a sniff.
