I feel intoxicated!!!

 Yeah! I'm still feeling tipsy having had 4 glasses of Black Label whisky and four glasses of Baileys! I couldn't sleep! I feel nauseous even as I'm blogging now!! 

How I made my way home, I don't know! I'm thankful there ain't roadblocks for breathalyzer test!!

I've made new lady friends, Michelle, Jesselyn, Annie and gang who were just as intoxicated as I was!! We were swaying and prancing to the tempo of the music feeling greatly exhilarated!!

I was led to the dance floor couple of times by God knows WHO!! But then again, who cares so long as there is no body contact and I'm having fun!

Whatever, I need to force sleep upon myself as I had promised Siew Hian to conduct the garden bird survey tomorrow at 8.30am!!!

Good night! ....or should it be Good morning?!

A good Cook, I'll be....SOON!

 

 

Okonomiyaki - Japanese Pizza

The cooking of okonomiyaki demonstration organized by the Yoga group on 20th May, Sun at the Sea Front Cafe, Penang Swimming Club.

Food, food and more food!

Will I be able to achieve my goal?? My pact with Noraini, Turkey tour mate, when we parted on May 1, to each shed 4 kg by end August from our 58.5 kg looks bleak!

Last week had been a whole week of food indulgence!

Bing Bing Taiwanese, Straits Quay

Xuan Xin, Gurney Plaza

CRC

May Garden

Kaffa Kafe, Straits Quay

MAY THE BEST BE FOR YOU AND THE ODDS EVER BE IN YOUR FAVOR!!




Alicia, the sweetest and youngest in our Turkey tour group of 19 persons!

Hi, Alicia, this page is specially for you for finding my blog so entertaining that you finished reading all the posts within a day what I took umpteenth days/months? to accomplish!

Though fully aware of my good ahem writing skills and need not be assured of that oh dear, how to deal with this inflated ego of mine?? your responsive comments at the Facebook was nevertheless overwhelming! Thank you!

A good tummy rub....

Instead of the regular concentration on my neck, shoulder, back and limps, I was massaged well into my belly!

Xxxxx, who was there with me mooted the idea of having her stomach massaged since her legs were sore.

Her bloated tummy was full of flatulence and I could see she was trying hard to suppress releasing gas as the masseur pressed her belly!

An encouragement from me to let all out, to fart sounds crude, ya? if she had to, sent her burping and belching through the session!

What I would have frowned upon under normal circumstances, was a sense of relief I felt for her with each belch she released!