Ivy Bar/Lounge

It was a great night at Ivy.


n218300176_30837248_5008I can’t wait till the construction is completed, full with 4 levels and a terrace pool at the top level.  It was amazing.  Every level was a built as a rectangular perimeter that circled the courtyard of the ground level.  The design of the architecture was clever and different.  It seems to be well-suited for all seasons of the year, well, except on rainy days, I suppose.  Maybe there will be a manually-controlled artificial roof/shelter to accomodate for that?  Standing on every edge of each level, you can stick your head out to peer into the sky.  My photographic memory is pulling a pananormic view of a clear starry night, on level 2, for me.  If this doesn’t entice you to check it out, maybe the funky well-dressed crowd there will. 


n218300176_30837250_5601I did say to a friend who joined us, visiting from Melbourne, “Tonight, here, is the best you can get in Sydney….good luck!”


But let me put in a note to make sure that you bring in a fat wallet or a Sugar Daddy or your wallet will be sucked dry in the first 30 minutes and…you’re still sober.


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Australia Day public holiday last year was spent productively relaxing at Mandy’s apartment.  This year, I did plan the usual BBQ but was unable to make it to the final plan for work tied me up. sigh*  Feels a bit unusual but couldn’t skip the ‘bum at home’ events on the Saturday night of the weekend.


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Back at work

After one week of easing myself back into work, I’m not sure there will be much more of a slowdown.


The intensity at work has risen back to normal.


The clock is ticking and there is no stopping it.


There will be, yet again, dramatic changes to life this year.  Ahead of us lies a path that we will chose; we cannot stand at crossroads for too long for time waits for no man.


So, what are we doing this weekend, again?

Wonderland – Last 2 days

The last 2 days in Phuket flew by quickly.  We did so much and had so much fun.

Day 3, we took the shuttlebus for a 45 minute ride to Patong Beach at 2pm.  The hustle and bustle of the city area was a huge contrast to the tranquilty of our resort with aggressive ‘Tuk Tuk’ chauffeurs ushering tourists into their taxis, bars along the beach mainstrip and sidestreets packed with small boutiques selling cheap bikinis, beachwear (Billabong and Roxy fakes) and massage parlours.  The mix of cultures walking along the street was interesting.  There was the rare Asian; excluding the locals, of course.  Aussies were common and Europeans, too.


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DSC03075DSC03076We spent a few hours lying on the beach.  Call me vain but I couldn’t resist the cheap manicure offered by local ‘nail bar’, which was a mere few mats placed under palm trees further up from the beach area and a narrow range of colours ranging from flourescent orange to flourescent green.  The best they could do me was a peachy tinge with gold glitter.  Still, better than my chipped nails, I thought.




Bargaining for pretty dresses and a simple thai meal kept our evening busy.  By the end of the night, we were just glad that we made our way back successfully, after making approximately 15 detours and eventually circling the whole of the city area, to the shuttlebus stop at 11pm.


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We had walked 6 solid hours.

DSC03128Resting our sore feet in the hotel room at around 12.30am, we resorted to room service for a lovely night we spent chatting away.


 


 


DSC03071This morning, we couldn’t believe our last day had come.  We didn’t want to leave.  Another day in the sun lying next to the pool….I was reading an article in the local paper as I was lying there.  “10 year old Mexican boy found with his right hand superglued to his bed because he didn’t want to go back to school…”  The boy was quoted to have confessed to his mother that ‘vacation was fun and he didn’t want to go back’…..I laughed out loud at the thought and louder when I actually wanted some industrial glue for myself!


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The plane landed at HK airport tonight.  My baby and I were relaxed and anxious.  The holiday has helped us de-stress but we were anxious of how much longer it would last for.

Thank you, once again, for taking me on this beautiful holiday.  It was well deserved for you…

Wonderland – Day 2



DSC03030A wonderful night’s rest. It’s been quite some time since I slept so soundly. At rest. At one with my conscious and sub-conscious. Over the past days, I have been actively working on integrating the two and with some success. There are no invasive thoughts, only that which one creates. And here, in the island of paradise where the sun’s warmth heals the soul and nurtures the mind, I am at peace. At peace with the world, at peace with me.


 


DSC03043We woke up late for breakfast. Well, almost too late. We feasted on a vast array of breakfast offerings from around the world, ironically, everything but thai. And what a morning scene. Imagine sitting on the balcony, overlooking the pool and its calm waters. Beyond that, the soft white sandy beach being lapped at by the crystal blue waters of the Andaman Sea. One could hardly wish for a view more exquisite. Particularly whilst bleary eyed and awaiting the brain to spurn into complete operation.


 


 


DSC03047DSC03045Then it was time for sun. My baby and I sat near the Blue pool at magical Mai Khao beach, listening to music and earning our tans. It is truly amazing here and it is no exaggeration that the beauty of the place with its combination of natural serenity and contemparary design is spellbinding. In a short one hour, we were burnt to a crisp. A little more time in the pool and it was time for thai aromatic massage.


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We lounged around until dinner time, where we went to Ginja, the resorts 5 star restaurant for some upmarket thai. Yes, I know that we should be out savouring the local cheap eats but we couldn’t resist, given that we haven’t been able to manufacture enough time for a fine dining experience yet this holidays. And we did not make a mistake. Succently lobster curry, crunchy morning glory, papaya salad and a gut wrenchingly hot tom yum awaited us. A phenomenal meal with the beach, sea and quiet pitter patter of evening monsoon rains accompanied us in our own little universe.


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It can’t be a bad thing that the hardest task here is working out where to go next, which island to bask on and what food to sample. I am relaxed.

Wonderland – Day One

DSC02947I am now in Phuket.  The morning started off exhausting.  I was sick, very sick.  I was worried that we might not have been able to catch the flight, though for us, things always work itself somehow; this time was no exception.  But I must not be too proud of this for one day, God may take this away from us.  So, I am glad when our plane landed in Phuket.  We were both relieved.  The warm weather soothed our moods.  And it didn’t take long before we drifted, yet again, into another wonderland at the JW Marriot resort.


We have yet to explore this Wonderland but every corner we turn, it is beautiful.  Absolutely relaxing and mind-detoxing.


Thank you for taking me here.  I need this and to get away from constant ‘re-scheduling’.


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Looking back 2007

Year 2007 has been a year of extremity for me.  I recall the last time that I had a year like this was when I was 18, going through tough issues with family, friends, school work and relationship.


Looking back at year 2007 brings back recollection of memories back in the year 12 days where almost every month, there would be a flood of extreme oscillating emotions; pain and joy.  I never knew what to expect.  It could be wonderful one day and dreadful the next.


2008 will be another year of…who knows?  We’ll see.


I have no new year’s resolution.  I felt that I was building up to some anticipated new year’s resolution or a relaxing feeling that year 2007 was behind me but amid the anti-climax of no actual ‘countdown’ at the party I was at, I knew it was another year of no expectations, no goals.


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At least in 2007, I was given the opportunity to become a Yahoo! member.  Work has been satisfying and stressful but well worth the effort.  Towards the end of the year, I felt that I was pulled in a million directions with all the partying but it now makes perfect sense why I’m enjoying my holidays.


Happy New Year!