You know the papers are right when they report on the good economy, that people are indeed spending more. It was only on the eve of Christmas that I had a half-day off, giving me the chance to send my camera in for repair at the Canon Service Centre in Harbourfront. When I walked over to Vivocity, it was like another Orchard Road where you could hardly walk more than 5 steps without pausing to let others move aside. Even with the intention of doing last minute shopping, I simply couldn't figure out what, and therefore didn't. After all, why succumb to the commercialisation and profiteering from materialistic goods when Christmas is all about welcoming Christ?It's that time of the year when heartwarming songs like these never fail to lift our spirits.
P/S: If you didn't understand the above, it still means I really still haven't found what I'm looking for you toot.
I was looking forward to hearing good old Timmy band play at Timbre (Substation) tonight, especially after the bad service at Timbre (Arts House) one week ago. As I admitted to Jay, it would be my first and last time there. Unfortunately, it was the 2nd time in 5 weeks that the Friday band was not to be Timmy. While disappointed, the Goodfellas put up a worthy performance that was a saving grace to the cool night, which started to drizzle by the end of the 1st set at half-past eleven. Thanks to the wonderful company, together with the band's repertoire of songs (including Lifehouse's "Blind", Stereophonics' "Dakota", Travis' "Closer", Coldplay's "Fix You" and many more), our session zipped by far too fast for our enjoyment.
A funny thing happened when the lead singer read out a dedication note from a bunch of guys, requesting for the band to sing the national anthem "Mari Kita Singapure" since they were just fresh out of their reservists'. Immediately after reading it, he corrected the dedication and announced to the guys (wherever they were seated) that the correct song should have been "Majulah Singapura", to the boisterous laughter of the crowd!
In addition, earlier on in the night when my friend and I just settled down to order dinner, a Vietnamese waitress took down our order of a pan-fried snapper and beef lasagne, to which she asked if I wanted it "rare, medium-rare, or well done".
Brilliant.
For those who caught tonight's one-night only performance at the Esplanade, good job! I think you'd have enjoyed every bit of it. Somehow I partly regret not taking up JK's invitation for tonight's gig.
I love the artistic direction in these music videos!
Switchfoot's "We are one tonight"
All American Rejects' "Move Along"
Or maybe you'll remember this classic one!
"Joy, beauty, passion, unity, humour, tenderness, agony and
forgiveness...Telophaza celebrates these and more in an exhilirating,
multidimensional outburst of colour, music and movement, at once vibrantly
spectacular, yet surprisingly intimate." - Batsheva Dance Company.
"Batsheva's artistic integrity and innovation have earned the
company its reputation as one of the most inspirational and sought-after
companies - a true champion on the global map of performing arts, known for
artistic innovation, intense energy and cultural diversity. With 40 dancers and
250 annual performances in Israel and around the world, they are considered
Israel's leading cultural ambassador."

We left before 10 to the Bellini Room at St James where we celebrated Sa's belated birthday, coupled with a waterfall, and a ball of a time. And I still had to take my IPPT the following day. Geez. Oh and apparently, Tuesdays are Ladies' Night at the Bellini Room so all the girls got in free with the complimentary signature Bellini cocktail and two coupons.



Check out her latest single Window playing on the radio right now!






























to take us to the Park HQ, we decided to walk 2km, saving almost RM40 from transport we reckon. At the park HQ, a crowd of climbers had already started to form, but fortunately, we only needed to present our receipt and meet our climbing guide, James (right). The transfer to Timpohon Gate costs RM15 per person for a return trip and is a 15-20minute drive from the Park HQ. This is a compulsory fee you shouldn't avoid since the 5.5km journey along Power Station Rd is steeply ascending and you wouldn't want to tire yourself out before your summit trail begins.


Past the 4th shelter, pondok Mempening (2515m), and nearly an hour later, we emerged onto an exposed ridge at Layang-Layang (2702m), where another tin hut greets our arrival. At this point, the soil is distinguished by its orang-cinnamon colour, and vegetation is noticeably different. The forest becomes shorter and much more open, and cloud movement is conspicuously swift. I took a picture with fellow climbers Chong Siew and Glenn from Chicago, USA, before we continued up the rocky steps you see behind us. Interestingly, Chong Siew is another Singaporean who eventually settled down with her husband Glenn in Chicago, but are taking a break coming back to Asia.










Day 2: Saturday, 8 Sept 2007
Reville: 2am. We met our guide back at Laban Rata and set off for this next phase of the summit climb at 2.30am. Above Laban Rata, the trail continues as a series of wooden ladders, fashioned out of tree roots and branches, and a good torch is essential. Piece of advice: if you have a head-torch that'll be good, then you can use 2 hands to climb instead of holding on to it. Climbing in the dark wasn't a totally new experience since I had undergone many night trainings in the army through OCS, getting adjusted to moonlight and all. Yet, in thick vegetation and pitch dark conditions, my torch illuminated most of the way up till Sayat-Sayat checkpoint, where the true edge of the tree-line is reached. Ropes are fixed at difficult places, but these are more to inspire confidence than necessary. From here the bare granite slabs stretch endlessly ahead to the pile of jumbled rocks that is Low's Peak - reached at last in time to catch sunrise around 5.45am.









Sunrise is amazing, even more so when you look around and marvel at God's creation, from way above the clouds. At 4095m, Mt Kinabalu's Low's Peak is the highest point in all of South-East Asia.

What I like particularly about the picture on the left below, is how the sunrise casts a distinct triangular shadow on the earth below, in the westerly direction. The right picture was taken together with two guys (both names Jan) from the Czech Republic, whom we met at Gunting Lagadan and on the way up the summit.




The video below is probably one I'm pretty proud of, despite the intense jerks and shaky footage, as I came down one of those 60 degree rock faces, holding the rope with my right hand, and filming with the other. I took quite short a time to reach Karishma, who was still seen inching by the narrow foothold with the guide's help/encouragement.
After packing up and checking out of Gunting Lagadan, it was time to descend, and because of Karishma's hurting toe, we took about the same time to reach Timpohon Gate as we did uphill. On my end, my knees started to act up, and every step I took took it's toll on the joints, calf muscles and quadriceps. For the next 6km, it was sheer pain for both of us. And to make it worse, it rained 90% of the journey down, soaking us to the skin, so much so we had to dry off everything at our hostel later that night.


Now, most guide books or travel advice mention the way to Kinabalu Park HQ from KK. What they fail to mention is the return trip. At thePark HQ reception, we were told that a chartered taxi back to KK costs RM130. And because we couldn't find anyone else heading back to KK to share the taxi with, we were reluctant to spend beyond our budget. Cold, shivering, and starving after spending several hours trekking through the rain, I was persistant in finding an alternative way back to KK. We found out that we could try our luck standing by the main road, and flag down the Ranau-KK minibus that runs just about every hour. More than 40mins of waiting in the windy cold and drenched in our clothes, we couldn't believe our luck when one minibus finally stopped to pick us up around 5.15pm, for the "standard" flat fare of RM15 each. Thank God!
Back at KK, we hobbled our way to Trekkers' Lodge to spend our last night in KK, despite a late check-in at 7.30pm. For RM45 per twin-sharing room with bathroom attached, it was a definitely a good steal. With the nearby Wisma Merdeka shopping centre and other amenities at hand, this B&B hostel has one of the most centralised locations, and for that, I gave it a good review on the hostelworld website which I made the booking through.


Day 3: Sunday, 9 Sept 2007
Breakfast were two ordinary slices of toast (with jam and butter) and coffee/tea, included already in the room rates. Thanks to Karishma, who suggested a quick stop by the Sunday Market along Jln Gaya, we managed to catch one last sight of KK before leaving Sabah.
One of the main streets of KK, Gaya Street used to be known as Bond Street. The street is closed to traffic and transforms to a mega fair every Sunday morning and is the place where locals come to buy their goods. You can find almost anything at the Fair. From local handicrafts, souvenirs and clothing to food, drinks, Chinese medicines, delicacies and even animals like chickens and pet dogs, can be purchased for very reasonable prices.



We landed back at Senai Airport at 12.45pm, and took the transfer to City Lounge, Kota Raya (costing RM8), before walking around City Square. Amazingly, as if Singapore wasn't small enough, I bumped into Ei-Leen and her cousin Elizabeth in City Square, and adjourned for a late lunch at the food court on the 5th floor, where we took this picture with the background view of Singapore in the far far distance, which I returned to for a well-deserved rest, especially for my legs' sake.