Cafe.De.Mar

It started with me listening to Almadrava, ending up with my having a dream. A dream to visit "Cafe del Mar".

What is "Cafe del Mar"?

Here is a brief explanation (excreted from Wikipedia) :

Café del Mar (freely translated as "cafe by the sea") is a world famous bar located in Sant Antoni de Portmany, Ibiza. Known for its spectacular sunsets and chill-out music, it is a popular tourist destination during the summer season. Hundreds, sometimes thousands, of tourists and locals gather in front of the café to enjoy relaxing chill-out music, while the sun slowly disappears under the horizon. Café del Mar has played a major role in the foundation of chill-out music culture.

While the Café del Mar located in Sant Antoni de Portmany is by far the most famous one, Café del Mar has franchises in various locations around the world, including bars, accommodations, and shops.

Watching the sun set, drinking a cup of think coffee, while listening to chill out music live by famous bands around the world, I swear to God I can die in orgasm. By the way, just in case you didn't notice, the chick in the band is quite hot, and she judging by the way she bounce around while playing the piano, she will be quite good in bed! xD

Missing.school.

IT is really strange how one start to miss something or someone, only when it is no longer there - like how I am missing school now. Yup, I know that is it strange, considering that I would usually be the most happy lad when the school bell rings everyday.

I really do miss the things we do every morning. Like how we need to sing the school song every morning. Not because I like the whole ceremony, but because I seriously do think that our school song is quite catchy and I also enjoy the moment where thousands over voices singing together in unison.

I also miss trauncy. I miss the mornings where we went to have our breakfast, before jumping into the school. I miss the times when we get caught, and we ran like hell. I bet we break the school record at that moments. And seriously, why and who the hell voted me as class monitor. Give me back my 365 days! I haven't had enough of jumping across that damn wall!

And yup, I miss the times when we played football at the end of the class. Thou I am the worst player the school could ever produce, I enjoy scoring goals - for my opponents.

So tell me, do you miss school like I do? Or am i the only insane person here?

Genting's Spiritual Events

Just now my brother's friend came to my house and asked him to go out for a drink. To my brother's suprise, since his friends are suppose to be in Genting, he asked them why they cut short their trip. Appearantly, they had some spiritual experience to share with us.

My brother's friends alway visit Genting, like twice of thrice a year. It is a well-known tradition among the chinese (I don't know whether you practice it or not, if you don't, I suggest you do), to knocked on the door and give some greetings before you enter the room for the first time, as in the inform the spirits you are staying in there. But my brother's friends forget to do so.

So here is exactly what happened. They slotted in the card, open the door, saw a teapot and glasses flying in the air, and as thou being thrown, flew right to their face! Luckily they managed to close the door fast enough before the glasses break their head.

They ran down the hotel, calm themselves down, and decided to check out. They even got to pay for the room and compensate for the damaged glasses and teapots. Weng Fei asked me why didn't they report the incident, but what are you going to tell the management? I didn't break the glasses, the ghost did it. You think they will buy that story? That was in First World Hotel.

Here, I would like to share my little encounter with what I suppose to be an engagement with the supernatural forces at Ria Apartment, Genting. Few years back, my family and my extended family members, about 15-20 people in total rented two units at Ria Apartment. So I and my brother are suppose to sleep at the living room.

My brother was sick at that time, so he overdose himself after taking some cough medicine. I was technically alone, since my brother was sleeping like a pig.

Then, I fall asleep for a moment and woke up around 3am trying to pee. That was when I heard a women crying. The sounds seems to be coming from the unit across our apartment, but holy f*ck, who the hell will cry at 3am in the f*cking morning except "those" things, right? I took my pillow cover my face and shiver through the whole morning. lolz.

What about you? Any ghost story to tell? I don't care whether it's from Genting or not, as long as its creepy. ;-)