Fang Zhong ler

I'll be leaving back to Singapore on the 3rd of January, provided there's still tickets for that day. Only after 9 long days in Malaysia, all of my worries of my studies(results), NUS life, SEP stuffs and hall matters are beginning to drain away from my thoughts. Can not blame myself since I've been through a hectic semester.

Finally, I got what I need from the Malaysian mega sale on Friday: new black pair of Jeans, reebok slippers, and pullover for Munich. My new specs were still not ready yet, so I guess, I have to pay a visit to Focus Point again soon :). Even Wai Hsiang, Joo and Doug wanna go back there again to check their eyes. Hee..

Apart from shopping, we went to this baseball shooting range located at rooftop of 1Utama directly above Parkson. In a netted area, the pitcher machines shoots out balls at one's desired speed (from 40 mph to 60 mph) at a price of RM 6(as student) for about 15-20 balls. Only me tried, as Joo tried before and Doug and Hsiang chickened out to save some of their himulation in front of some of experienced girls there.

The only thing I'll ever remember from this occasion is the funny helmet. Reminds me of someones hairstyle that I know.

Quite a cool concept for shoppers in 1U to get some recreations. Only thing bad is the hot weather, since the rooftop level are heated by the centralised aircon condensor plus wearing this gay helmet. The machine behind me accepts the token inserted. Speed of the ball and height of projected ball also adjusted from that machine.

I've never even played softball in my life before, but managed to hit a home-run only once out of 30 balls. Even getting a slight slice of the ball was a proud feat for me already.

I realised that the funny looking helmet could suit the body-hugging shirt that Doug tried earlier...

Okok. just playing around. Its just photoshoped the helmet onto the picture. But he really did wore this tit-baring shirt.I actually took the trouble to photoshop a nice looking helmet for this photoshoot as a tribute to Douglas for his milestone of driving alone for the first time!

After dinner with my dad, my dad and i went to a spa in SS2 same row as Prince Cafe. Actually, my parents enjoy a good massage especially for the feet (which is called reflexology- since based on chinese studies, a good therapy on the feet reflects well on the entire body of a person). But as for me, its just pure pleasure and pain at the same time. Its like playing futsal on stone trails used in reflexology. Somehow my over-sensitive feet couldnt take the fact that someone massages your ticklish feet. But I decided to give it a try and followed my dad there since I had my first jog since 4 months ago, so maybe I thought I deserved some massage after some exercise. Usually nowadays massagers come from China thanks to their skills they acquired there i think. So communication was problem for me there. When she massaged too hard, I'll get pretty tensed up and all she said was something that I've learnt today.. "Fang Zhong, Fang Zhong..." = relax relax. And all I can respond to her was "ok, nono, pukeyi, or keyi". Isshh... lucky my dad was there to translate.

Such massage whether its agonising, painful, relaxing or satisfying yesterday summed up my day to get a good nights sleep and to think of the good days left ahead of me before my holiday runs out.