JBe tempted.

last-minute planned trip to JB for foooood & shopppping with diana. it was a good time away from the stressed-up singapore. we spent an absolute fortune on food and clothes. diana reckons she doesn't need to do her cny shopping anymore. yeah right, everytime we stepped into a shop, we stepped out with an additional bag and piece of clothing.

i bought 4 polo tees, and fully satisfied myself with bak kut teh & chicken cordon bleu.

took a bus in from kranji.

causeway.

johor's slumps, next to the newly developed immigration facility.

the new immigration facility.

cleared customs, walked to city square and

jalan wong ah fook to catch a cab to taman sentosa

photo op: take 1 - open your eyes leh!

photo op: take 2 - you look here, lah!

photo op: take 3 - finally.

the cabbie dropped us off somewhere in taman sentosa.

couldn't find the bak kut teh shop. ended up walking around for 20 minutes plus.

up this street..

down this one.

onto this one..

till i finally saw this street and recognised the lead up to the bak kut teh shop. all the time we were looking out for a 'big duck' - a symbol of another nearby coffeeshop.

the duck.

shun fa bak kut teh.


all in rm40 for both of us.. 3 person's share of pork ribs, pig's stomach, fish maw, you tiao, giam cai, tau kwa pok...

as expected, we licked it clean.

drinking tea, lotsa' them.

me father's favourite tea.

at jusco tebrau city, diana hit the shops!

after all the shopping, we couldn't be bothered carrying. so i just dumped them bags into a trolley to push around. super unglam, but heck la, in m'sia who see?

wanted to watch 'Yes Man' but was greeted with this notice.

uhm, ahem.

(no comment)

Chicken cordon bleu.

i take 'U'.

secret recipe's lamb pie - rm6! wahahahaha.

baskin' & robbins ice cream afterwards..

with a generous helping of nuts.

so we took a cab back from jusco tebrau city, paying only RM20. the *&*%$ taxi driver TO jusco conned me - he charged me RM18 - tt bugger. Customs clearance was smooth till we reached Singapore. tt's cos i had some ah hem, dumb dumb eat gum gum in my bag. Tot they would make it through as they were in 'plastic medicine-like bottles'. Well, they didn't.

After coming through the passport checks, I then thought I select a scanner queue. Put my bags through the machine. Came through the human metal detector thingy, and proceeded to pick up my bags. The officer behind the machine uttered something to his colleague. The lady officer then said, 'Sir, can you please open up your bag and give me your passport'. siao liao. After rummaging through my bag, the lady officer found the offensive items. 'Sir, can you please empty your pockets'. I did as told. She then proceeded to pat me down. Feel around me pockets, then she moved her hand across my stomach area, near the zip of my berms. sick. good thing i sucked in at that time, not so fat.

anyway, jokes aside, i was then to follow her to the room. diana went on outside to wait for me. i was then told that the items i was carrying was not allowed and would have to destroy them. They took my particulars down, I signed a book, emptied the stuff into a bin and was let off. Phew. Tot i get into some serious shit for that. heh. glad nothing major happened.

on mrt home. our day's plunder sans dumb gum. right.

it was a good way to end the hols.