Ronnie’s Big Catch

Here’s a shoddy looking video of what went on this morning – Ron’s big catch! There’s more to the video but it was too much to post.

Warning: Do not watch if you think fishing is cruelty to animals. You may find certain scenes a bit painful to watch.

The Hailstorm

Reporting a bit laggishly (if there is such a word, but pooh pooh, you guys understand it), I’m going to story about the nasty hailstorm that hit Melbourne 2 weekends ago on Saturday 6th March.

Ron and I were having a lovely lunch at Grossi Florentino (Bourke St) al-fresco of course, when the sky started turning dark. (http://grossiflorentino.com/)

We sat outside at one of these tables at Grossi on 80 Bourke St *

Ron was keen on starting the walk back to the apartment (which would take approximately 15 minutes on foot) because it looked like rain. I argued that Melbourne hardly has any long-drawn rains – at most they only last 20 minutes and are usually light showers. So I won that argument and we went next door into the Hill of Content bookshop for a browse.

After 5 minutes, the sky darkened to almost black and the rains came. I was too engrossed with the variety of books they had and only later noticed that the ‘rain’ seemed to be very loud. We went outside where a crowd was gathering (under the shaded front of the shop) where people were snapping away with their cameras. We only then noticed it was a hailstorm and it was reported elsewhere in Melbourne that some chunks of snow was about half the size of golf balls (quite hard when we stepped on it). The storm quickly turned into something of a made typhoon or cyclone and the wind was blowing very hard. Of course, without a moment to lose (kiasu more like it) we also turned on our blackberry cameras and took videos.

Its snowing stones! Melbourne city 80 Bourke St on 6th March 2010

In the years we have seen Melbourne rains, we never seen anything like it. Thank God we weren’t caught walking in it! Shortly after the rains started, the bookshop started flooding at the front display and the sales ladies had to start clearing up the books and mopping the soaking wet carpets.

We continued browsing and bought a baby book called “What to Expect: The first year” (and hoped they wouldn’t chase us out for hovering in the shop for shelter). After 15 minutes a sales woman said to us, “Sorry, we need to close the shop” and Ron and I stepped outside (while we exchanged looks) – at least the rains had receded.

After 2 minutes she same lady came to us and said apologetically “Oh, sorry, did you need shelter? You are more than welcome to stay inside”. Oh so kind! But luckily our friends came to our rescue and picked us up from the bookshop! Not a drip!

*http://www.restaurantrants.com.au/_templates/Photo.aspx?type=screen&i=120

Laura’s wild night out

Such an innocent angel  - complete with wand, missing the Halo

Such an innocent angel - complete with wand, missing the Halo and Wings. Just before dinner

The girls at dinner, bride to be Laura still looking fabulously outstanding (the wand is held with a death grip)

The girls (and boy) at dinner, bride to be Laura still looking fabulously outstanding (the wand is held with a death grip)

Ok – the word WILD has many aspects and meanings to it. And here, I am using that word more due to the significance of the occasion in question. Laura’s Hens Party – purportedly the last time you are able to party like a single-woman – ensures that you have got to go through this ritual of doing awful challenges like a rite of passage before you tie the knot (bite the dust) or whatever people label marriage as now.

A lovely night out coordinated and planned by Mary and Natasha, Laura’s good mates – it was certainly an interesting night. Everyone’s engines were rather cold at the start of dinner but as the night (and Drinks, of course) progressed along, everyone started loosening up. Interestingly, everyone received little gift/party packs with some necessary accessories inside. Some items in there shall not be revealed of course!

Bride to be, not drunkard to be

Bride to be, not drunkard to be

Now, just approximately 2 glasses later at Luna Bar (and 1 flamin` lamborghini before) here’s the Bride to Be – sash and veil still amazingly intact! (Sobriety not so intact perhaps). Some stranger looked at her sash which said “Bride 2 Be” and commented “Oh, are you only 2nd best?” (he only could read part of the words i.e. 2 Be….)

Laura, taking not so much offense, scoffed “What do you mean 2nd best? I’m the best of the best wei!” And so the party went on.

Party hen-nimals

Party hen-nimals. Do The Laura! Do THE Laura!

Laura, Me and Jules. Laura doing a number 7 pose.

Laura, Me and Jules. Laura doing a number 7 pose.

Everything you did and saw tonight must be kept just SSSHHHHH secret! Or else I'll have to keeeeeel you.

Everything you did and saw tonight must be kept just SSSHHHHH secret! Or else I'll have to keeeeeel you.

Us bunch doing the 1 to 10 finger pose (anti-clockwise, that is)

Us bunch doing the 1 to 9 finger pose (anti-clockwise, that is)

And where does the Hen end up? In the nest of course!

And where does the Hen end up? In the nest of course! And we were so sure she could at least last til 1am...(Picture by Mary)

So the night ended a tad bit early but for an old aunty like me – it was a well-spent night. The feet (and knees) start to creak and eyes get slighter heavy lidded. The back starts to ache and you are wishing you are back in bed, scrubbed and showered with a good book. Til the next hen’s party this weekend in BANGKOK for Angeline – the place of BANGKOK BANGERS!

Spotted! Wanted!

I was “spotted” walking around Jalan Dungun with an e-blast advertorial magazine and guess what. someone snapped a pic of me and voila, i win a RM50 voucher for F&B at Black Canyon. Can you spot me? Tip: Im the one with the horribly stern, no make up look. Eww!

Poor scanning! Sorry! Extra points if you can spot me in 5 seconds...

Poor scanning! Sorry! Extra points if you can spot me in 5 seconds...

Tight squeeze – Kelana Jaya LRT

Hi! A quick whinge about my little adventure on the LRT to the Setiawangsa stop before going to Kemaman last week. I had to meet Nells at Setiawangsa station so I was at the Kelana Jaya LRT at 7.30am. I had to cross the overhead bridge to get to the platform – and I already saw the teeny speck of people from across the bridge:

My knees weakened at the thought of being sandwiched in between them
My knees weakened at the thought of being sandwiched in between them

Wild thoughts of getting a cab filled my head, but my feet trudged on (with my little overnight luggage). I swiped my touch n go card and went up to join the queue for that Kylie Minogue concert.

Everyone here is queuing for Platform 1 (left)

Everyone here is queuing for Platform 1 (left)

Can you imagine what it must be like to actually BE on the train itself? 20 minutes later, i found out.

Sardines, anyone?

Sardines, anyone?

Dont get me wrong. LRT is a welcome relief to the usual traffic crawl in the mornings…but standing for 40 minutes to Setiawangsa stop from Kelana Jaya, with at least 5 people standing IN YOUR AURA is badddd. To the extent i didnt have the space to fold my ARMS! I had to tell the guy near me to “Excuse me, can you please give me some space?”….he looked at me weird and shuffled abit to the left. Then i realised he was listening to his ipod…!

Sigh….why did my one LRT experience after the last 1 year have to be so unpleasant!? LRT is usually a breeze to use but only non-office hours. I guess that it is encouraging that the response is overwhelming. Perhaps they need it more frequently in the mornings?

 

 

 

Something you don’t get to see everyday

Today we stopped at a traffic light in Klang and I happened to look left out the car window – this is what i saw!

YES, monkey lost in an urban jungle! Poor thing, it looks so scared and lost – maybe it’s home got bulldozed over so that humans can live in their new homes. I prolly should send this to The Star so i can stand a chance to win 50 ringgit. If you guys see these pics in there, it means I made it! If you see something like “Man attacked by monkey” on the front page – it probably got its revenge!

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