When one travels for golf, the normal wake up time is 5.30am. But today, it is worse than 5.30, we had a 4.45am wake up call! My goodness. Why at this horrid ungodly hour?
Well, we have to take in breakfast then the bus ride to the golf course. Today, we tee off at 6.54am, the main reason for waking up so early. The golf course had better be worth it.
It is my first time here in Kuching and boy, it feels so much more humid! Perhaps this is because back home, I am always in my car, zipping from here to there instead of walking.
Dinner was walking distance from the hotel but felt like quite a distance. Must be the humidity…
We went to the famed food court for seafood. Apparently TripAdvisor recommends this place. As there’s so many of us, we took 3 tables and decided every table would eat differently. My table had these choices.
After dinner, we walked it off at the waterfront before calling it an early night as tomorrow it will be an early start.
The adventure started at the golf club with 14 of us meeting there to take the van while the other 14 made their own arrangements to meet us at the airport. Promptly, the golf bags were loaded and off we went. Traffic was rather heavy but we got there on time.
The gargantuan airport was, well, gargantuan. Indeed, retail shops greeted us first before we found the check in counters. By then the rest appeared. Luckily, there wasn’t much of a crowd for our flight and although time-consuming, things were in order for the check in.
Then everyone decided to track to the Premier Lounge for lunch. Now here, service was a wee bit short-handed as the two personnel had to suddenly deal with 28 guests at once. After a lengthy process, some finally got in while some decided to go elsewhere.
To cut a long story short, departure was on time. The airport was big but I was too busy to ensure I was going in the right direction than to notice all the retail shops. I guess I wasn’t dazzled as I thought I would be. Oh well.
I don’t know why the Whitesnake song, “Here I Go Again” popped into my head as I get ready to go on yet another golf excursion. I suppose the ‘Here I Go Again’ is apt considering this is my third golfing trip this year. Hardly a drifter like the song implied, this time, I am traveling in a big group. 28 people to be precise, myself included, unlike my previous trips with a much smaller group.
The people are not strangers but friends and all members of our golf club and we are off to Kuching, Sarawak. It is rather exciting for me for several reasons.
Firstly, the group. Mostly golf buddies but going for a trip together for the first time. It will be interesting. The second being, to Kuching. I’ve never been to that side of the country before and it will definitely be an eye-opener for me on top of an enriching experience, I hope.
And thirdly, heading out via KLIA2 (instead of KLIA or LCCT), the spanking new gargantuan airport. I hear it’s akin to an airport in a shopping mall with offerings that will dazzle the daylights out of anyone and everyone.
All in all, I am looking forward to the getaway, bonding with my 27 fellow golfers and 3 rounds of golf.
I think I am experiencing candy withdrawal again! Ever since I completed Wafer Windmill on the laptop and I cannot ask for tickets to go on, I noticed a monster in me has surfaced. On top of feeling irritable, I am also feeling somewhat lost, as if I don’t know what to do! I am usually not like this.
Every morning I open the laptop with hopes that I can click on the ticket platform for help, nothing happens. Aargh… frustration.
And to add salt to the wound (my anguish), Rancid has upped his ante and at his best in Farm Heroes to aggravate me at Level 367. He stumped me at Level 352 and I had to utilize the farm equipments (the plus one, the digger, tractor and farm dog) to beat him. But now, even with farm equipments to aid me, it is not happening, aargh… more frustration!
And this morning, Candy Crush finally updated for the iPad. Triple dose of salt to my woes, this update is of no use to me because all it does is just have my avatar, sitting at 590 previously to leap-frog to Level 605, the end of the chapter! Lately I am always one step ahead in the game before the updates and any updates has rendered my progress useless as I am unable to crush any candies to move forth.
So, the anguish and frustration remains. Aargh…
M1 was happy with her results but feels that there’s room for further improvements especially on those subjects attaining ‘B’. M2, not to be outdone, declared that she did improve but M1 questioned her particularly on the languages.
“What did you get for English?” she challenged, “What did you get for Mandarin?” clearly think she had M2 cornered.
Unperturbed, M2 replied, “I did well in Math. So I speak Math!”
How does one speak Math? I am speechless.
Exam results are back! As expected, M1 topped her class again. So she’s getting her reward – an Ed Sheeran limited edition album which we had to buy online from his website. A promise is a promise, so how can I break it? She did her part and I have to as well. But I nearly fainted upon learning that the shipping charges cost as much as the album! Well, a promise made has to be a promise fulfilled. The album will be on its way soon after the release.
As for M2, well… This is where I feel caught in a predicament. The 80 percent average was not achieved but it’s a top ten position in class. What do I do? Does she get the phone as originally negotiated? A top ten is pretty good for her ability, an improvement from the last exam but this was not the deal as agreed.
Nonetheless, she wasn’t too upset at not getting the phone but very happy with the top ten and promised to do better in the next exam. That’s the way to go, gal! Let’s hope her promise made will be a promise fulfilled too.
I can’t send SOS for tickets!
Level 578 in Candy Crush has been very trying and bordered on being a dreaded task to go through. So why am I still at it? I don’t know, I ask myself that too, constantly. Sometimes my obsession with this game is just… just so obsessive.
Despite the constant frustration, I persisted to battle the ridiculous (for lack of a better word) level of 578. Then amazingly, when I least expected it, I conquered the level. Yay! On a roll, I completed the Wafer Windmill yesterday. I am now just waiting for the new chapter to open up in Facebook, which I don’t understand why I cannot send out help to ask for tickets, when the next chapter is clearly visible on the map. Something is not right. Hmm… I guess I have to be patient.
The recent update makes no difference to me as it opened up only more levels for Dreamworld which I have stopped playing. And all this time, while attempting Level 578 and beyond, I was limited to using the laptop at home because the iPad is still showing me at Gummy Gardens, the previous chapter. So it’s an achievement of sorts given the restricted playing time that I have.
The 2014 birthday wishlist
The 2013 birthday wishlist
M2 is all grown up with her birthday coming up at the end of this month. I can’t believe she is turning 13; she amazes me yet at the same time, a little heart-breaking that my baby is all grown up, officially a teenager come Monday, joining M1 who is four years older than her.
Despite the outlook of being all grown up, the child in her is very enthusiastic about the impending special day. Earlier in the month, she drew out, yes drew not write, her birthday wish list and showed me.
“Wow! A bit excessive, no?” I asked.
“No Mummy. It’s exactly the same as my list last year but less things. The only difference are the 13 on the cake and the year. See?” she pointed out philosophically.
What can I say? My baby is all grown up. Sniff…
“Mummy! I am 37 kgs!” M2 announced proudly one day.
“I need to be 40kg so that we can travel again!” she continued.
It is no secret that I set some unusual guidelines when it comes to family travels. Besides the Carrots Reward Program that I have for the girls for doing well in school, there is this weight requirement rule.
Two years ago, when I was planning our US Great Adventure Road Trip, I imposed the ruling that M2 needs to be 30kgs to withstand the 30-hour journey from here to the Land of Opportunity. She hit the target (besides the both of them meeting the school targets) and off we went.
It is 2014 now and while there is talk of going here, there and far away, the travel plans are still up in the air. So whenever the girls ask where we will go this year, I would remind that M2 needs to reach 40kgs.
“London? Paris? Australia? New Zealand? Florida?”
“40kgs then we talk.”
Angieneering 
Remarks