Archive for June, 2007

Blossom Photo Shots (Camera Phone N73)

June 29, 2007











Cameron Diary

June 28, 2007

Previously in June, Celine and I went up to Cameron Highlands to catch a glimpse of the colorful landscape in Pahang. We didn’t expect much from the trip as we were told that the temperature is not as cool as before. Anyway, we made our plan and did some homework on the internet before we hit the road. We list down all the places we’re going to visit, where we’re going to stay, where is the local delicacies..etc.

On the first day, after checking in to HillView Inn, we went to several flower nurseries where you could find all sorts of blooming flowers. Their colors was so bright we couldn’t resist to take photos of them.



Next we went to strawberry farms for a stroll. Unfortunately the strawberries were so tiny it’s not worth taking any pictures all together. Instead I took a photo of strawberry balloons instead.


We also went to butterfly farm for a visit. Not that we never went into one before, but we just didn’t have anything else to do.


In the evening we went to pasar malam at Brinchang to get ourselves some dinner….

The next day we went to Kea farm and Multicrops central market. Here you can find all the produce of Cameron Highlands plus some good snacks.

Kea farm – selling fresh fruits and vegetables.

Sweet potato snack, yummy!

We stopped by a tea plantation to capture some breathtaking views of Cameron.

Cameron Bharat tea plantation

During the stay, we tried some of the recommended places to dine in Cameron such as T-cafe, Hong Kong steamboat restaurant & Mayflower but the food was just average. What to do, we Penangites are too pampered with food. In the end, we suffered diarrhea and couldn’t enjoy much for the rest of the day.

Blossom Photo Shots (Sony Cyber-Shot W100) – Part 2

June 23, 2007







Blossom Photo Shots (Sony Cyber-Shot W100) – Part 1

June 23, 2007











Bond Of Friendship

June 22, 2007

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was recently dead.  
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. 
After a while, they came to a high, white marble wall along one side of the road. At the top of a long hill, the wall was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. 
He soon saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like 
mother-of-pearl, and the street beyond the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate and, as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. 
When he was close enough, he called out, “Excuse me, where are we?” 
“This is Heaven, sir,” the man answered. 
“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the man asked.  
“Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.” 
The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 
“Can my friend,” gesturing toward his dog, “come in, too?” the traveller asked.  
“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.” 
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. 
After another long walk, at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. 
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. 
“Excuse me!” he called to the man. “Do you have any water?”  
“Yes, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.” 
“How about my friend here?” the traveller gestured to the dog. 
“There should be a bowl by the pump.”
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an  
old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. 
The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. 
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. 
“What do you call this place?” the traveller asked. 
“This is Heaven,” he answered.
“Well, that’s confusing,” the traveller said “The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.” 
“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell.” 
“Doesn’t it make you angry for them to use your name like that?”  
“No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.”
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word. Maybe this will explain.  
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do. You forward a joke. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward a joke. When you have something to say, but don’t
 know what or how to say it, you forward a joke. 

Also, to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, and you are still cared for, guess what you get?  
A forwarded joke. 
So next time you get a joke from me, don’t think that you’ve been sent just another forwarded joke, but know that you’ve been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to
 greet and smile at you.