Beach bum for four days!

Gemia Island

Gemia Island has only one resort and a neighbour in the form of Kapas Island. It is privately owned and thus, sees only a handful of visitors at one time, which is excellent if you’re interested in looking for an island that will offer you a good yet quiet time away from the mob. If you’re on a tight budget, forget about Gemia Island – your wallet will suffer a huge setback from just the food alone. Also, if you’re looking for a more active nightlife like a karaoke session or a bar that’s crowded with people, forget about the island too. You’re better off at Perhentian where bars are filled with people…and more noise too. Come here only if you’re rich, like the quiet and like being lazy (or a beach bum).

The water villas

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In a few hours…

…I’ll be off for what promises to be a romantic getaway.

If it’s not the case, then at least it’ll be a getaway from the horrors of work. I could write about work in this blog but we know how that always turns out.

I’m looking to test the resort’s spa in search of relaxation. So watch out for reviews if not a price listing and pics.

Don’t miss me too much, k?

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“1 November.”
“Huh? What about 1 November?”
“What do you mean “nothing”? Tell me la!”
“Not telling.”
“Pourqoui pas?” (Why not?)
“Coz I’m still thinking and if I tell you now, you’ll get all overagitated and I’ll never finish thinking.”


This while we were talking about marriage in general and what I had in mind for that big/special day. And he won’t tell me. Sheesh.

Now I am really overagitated.


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Shopping list

Lets see…

If Nil makes it here this evening ON TIME and if we make it to Italiannies ON TIME to meet up with a friend of mine, I’ll be able to go shopping for stuff that I desperately need for my island vacation (more about that later):

  • Tanning lotion
  • Sunblock (so I tan nicely)
  • A bikini or a one piece that’s sexier than my current one (I don’t care what people think – I think I’m curvy enough, K?)
  • Swimming shorts for Nil

Anyway, word is this: I’m off for Gemia Island this Thursday night for a whole four days and three nights.

(I seriously need a break. Work is driving me bonkers and frankly, I’d like some me time with Nil before he goes home for good. No no, no need to break out the tissues…yet.)

It was hardly cheap, I’ll grant you that. The total damage it did to my pocket for just room and board was nearly RM800 (per person) and this was excluding the bus ticket there as well as the activities.

(No matter. I have every intention of being a beach bum and going for walks. Plus there’s a spa on the island. Yes, I sense some serious pampering AND spending moolah.)

Now to look for that perfect swimsuit.

Island holiday, here I come!


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That was then.

The first person I ever liked more than my dad or friend was this then-29 year old guy. It lasted for the duration of the church camp – about four days. I was, maybe, ten. I liked him because he treated me like an adult and he had this nice-guy quality. Not quite cute but pleasant-looking. Even then I knew that looks was not important to me. It was the heart that count.

There was also this other fella from church whom I like a lot but grew to dislike because of something he said. Since then, we don’t even say hi to each other much or less smile at each other. Back then I could hate people with a vengence. Definitely not a pretty/good thing to admit to but hey, I was young. (I was, what, fourteen, maybe.)

Then along came this guy from a co-ed school nearby. I was sixteen, full of girlish dreams about love. He was quite good-looking, nerdy in a way but oh-so-smart and oh-so-debonair-ish. Of course it didn’t help that our friends were teasing us non-stop about it. I “loved” him for a good long two years and more (after I left school) until he promptly shattered my girlish dreams. We never spoke after that. It was then that I realized that the best way to get rid of “love” is to bring out hate.

There was the first ex, the second ex and then there was Him – one of those strangely rewarding mistakes in my life. That’s one thing interesting about life. You learn life’s lessons sometimes best from your biggest mistakes.

Crushes, heartbreak, mistakes…that was then.

Love? That is now. Together? Stronger than ever. Forever? More than ever.

Strange yet comforting to know that I can only see myself with someone for the rest of my life. That I only want to belong to him alone.

We sure came a long way.

I Only Want To Be With You by Vonda Shepard

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Tortue IS NOT torture!

HE KEEPS ME SANE at the office.

This is why!

Yes, I did spend some time snapping pics of Tortue. He’s a little vain pot – just like his owner. *lol* But in all seriousness, our little creature here took a while to get used to the camera. Taking basking shots of him weren’t so easy since he gets skittish when exposed in such a manner. Nevertheless, I liked how they turned out.

By the way, don’t mind the captions. I’m in a good mood today. 🙂

Stop staring, will ya? You’re making me blush.

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