Of Fraser's Hill & Hot-Spring

This post is just a follow up for the earlier post. Look's like I can't torture Alia about there being no Pictures of ME, rite, so with out further ado, I give you the rest of the pictures for this fantastic, yet ridiculously planed trip, enjoy.

Fraser's Hill

Can't help but wonder... Why does Ivan look as if he's about to throw Haze over? Or does he just wanna beat up the cameraman?? (That's me)

This is not what it looks like, I swear, I let Ivan and Haze do this to me on purpose, the strong should not bully the weak.. honest, just being a role-model and setting a good example for kids, tis really is true, BELIEVE ME!!

Caution!!!
A game Ivan & I tried out, just to pass the time. First person to get the his passenger pushed of the swing and into the river wins.. ha~ha... fortunately no one was hurt... not really

Dam~Dam~Dam~De~De~Dam~De~De~Dam... trying to make it sound like the intro to LOTR

Anyway, here's a rather confusing pic, two people, dressed exactly alike, striking the same pose... what could it BE? A LOVERS QUARREL?? OR A CONFESSION OF LOVE???

The Hot-Spring

And next we have the happenings at the hot spring, as I said in the previous post, nothing much happened here, just us chilling out and having ourselves a good time.

Yup, there's just 4 of us here, Alia was the person taking the picture, also she was not to keen to jump into the water, said it was too hot or something.. sigh makes her sound like a cat... Meow. What's more Haze seems to be looking at Mel with this perverted old geezer look.. what with those eyes of his?? he~he~he

Lookey here, at last a decent photo of Me, with Alia, well Alia, due to the fact you managed to get such a nice photo, your forgiven ;p remind to treat you, but even if you don't remember it' OK.

So that's all folks, hope you enjoyed this post. Also if you wanna do the same thing we did, it's pretty doable. 

If you have any questions on how much or what's the best time, I think you should figure that one out yourselves.

Where Have All The Ponies Gone?

Finally, I get to release a post of mine that has been long pending, it's been sitting here and collecting dust for ages. 

If you are wondering why that is so, well I'm not saying that I blame anybody, but somebody, and again not blaming anybody, by the name of Alia, forgot to provide me with the pictures for the trip. Again not blaming.

Anyway, the story takes place a long~long time ago, in a rather dull and boring place called Selangor, ok, ok, ok, I get it, I'm spouting nonsense again. 

So, to cut a long story short, my buddy Alia wanted to go ride ponies, so I thought what the heck, it' d be a great idea for a get away from all this crazy boredom that was threatening to drive me insane.

So I put together a crew of unwilling mortals, I think they were most willing at first, but only became unwilling, and disheartened once we reached Frasers. I'll tell you WHY. Not blaming again. But someone forgot to do their homework about the place they were going too, and it ended up that Frasers was having a major overhaul. More like make over, oh what the hell. 

To cut this tediously long story short, there were no Ponies. Sooo, we had to find other ways to amuse ourselves...

We Started out by posing.

Which Was Followed by More Posing.. Am Still wondering what's the secret with Haze and Alia?
Same pose, same look... even cloth's color scheme almost the same.. Suspicious indeed... 
Could this be what people call DESTINY??

And Then Even More Posing...

Why's Haze in the Mid??? Look's like a scene from the God Father

Aaand Finally, We lost It... Our Marbles that is..

Mellisa, our modern day Jeanne D'Arc, who sacrificed her dignity so that we might live-out this boredom...

Oh well, but all in all it was an enjoyable trip with much fun & laughter, After that we traveled down to the hot-springs but unfortunately I don't seem to have any photos for that.

The only interesting things that happened there was Mellisa trying to turn herself into a hard-boiled egg, not a pretty sight I assure you.

Behold, the only hot-springs picture I could get my hands on. Whatever happened to Ivan, Haze and Myself? ALIA... you'd better have a good explanation for this. 

Sigh~ Where's my Pic? 

This is US... or more like Ivan after a hard day's worth of play... he~he~he... Ain't He Cute :3

Unknown Message

At long last, I finally have the motivation to continue from whence I left. 
having a blog can indeed be tedious. I now sit in front of this blasted computer and now wonder how to began wording my sentences. 

Firstly my life seems to finally be in order, having broken thing's off with her (twice now and no longer counting) I now question mine-self, was the decision just? 


After running the question's over and over in my mind (which at this point was beginning to hurt, as one would say like the beating of drums echoing in an empty cave) 

I find that the choice made was a sound decision, having foresaw no future for the two of us. Time seemed to have halted, frozen, on that very day, bygones could not be bygones, namely, we had said and done to much, hurting each other, and rendering our self's unable to move on.



It is true that many say I am a bastard, driven by selfish and greedy motives. That is not so, I assure you, my reason's were purely simple and logical.
 
I find no fault in them. For whence a woman comes to often suspect the man
she's with as being unfaithful, the relationship of love and trust ends. 

From the ashes rises a monster know as "doubt". 

From the wee hours of the morning till dusk, tough he remains faithful, the man finds himself constantly questioned for every action taken. Her company once joyful now sour, no matter how he struggles and toils to save what had been, it all be in vain. 

The only solution to the problem, they each go their separate ways, burying bitter memory's and leaving them, like husk strewn from wheat.



For if a person does not muster him or herself, coming to terms with the
past, it only serves to have the past return knocking at their door. 

The past can be painful, often we strive to not let go, having it slowly eat us from within till we be nothing but husk, dried and withered.
  
From tragedy is born more tragedy, we find ourselves with scars so deep, unable to open ourselves up again, never learning from it, but living in constant fear, the fear of repeating the same mistakes again. 

Often when we experience such hardship and pain, we become oblivious to those around us, the people who are there for you, to comfort and to guide you seem nothing more then a hindrance.  

But be weary least the wolfs come knocking at your door, and all help hath been turned away. 

I am weary, I am weary, but hath done what must be done, for what it's worth forgive me, forget me, when the day is done.

Yours Always,

Be