Memoirs of Malacca

Did I mention that I skipped my Malaysian studies midterm for the roadtrip to Malacca? =p Lol, that happened 3 Fridays ago. My church's Subang College Cell Group decided to go to Malacca for our very first CG Outing! Not everyone turned up, but there were about 10 of us altogether, including my CG Leader (Chee Liang)'s friend from Malacca who so kindly brought us around the historical city.

Throughout the journey, we chatted, exchanged titbits and camwhored a little. I remember seeing a sign that read "Crocodile Farm" just as we drove into Malacca.

Me: OMG crocodile farm!! I've never been to a croc farm before. It must be quite cool right.
Emily: You like crocodiles?
Me: No, I actually have a phobia of them. But I like watching my phobias from afar.

She thought that was rather weird. Haha. I know it's weird. But I just get this strange thrill when I see crocodiles - it's a mixture of fear, excitement and repulsion at the same time. Knowing that I'm safely away from them makes me feel good.

OK enough about crocs. Not like Malacca has any, anyway.

They have shops that make teeth for you.

Then Emily and Aaron were talking about ancient China and how it must be like living in the gigantic palace as one of the king's many concubines (mistresses). I mean, WHAT DID THOSE WOMEN DO? They're not in the position to visit the king as and when they please... so we joked about how they probably spent their time dancing in the garden full of flowers, sewing dresses... and catching butterflies. Alamak...

I'm sorry that had nothing to do with Malacca!! Haha. It just popped into my mind because I remember laughing so hard in the van that my face turned red. I need to stop going off-track.
Okay!! So, as I was saying...

We reached Malacca around 1pm, just in time for lunch. We had the infamous Malaccan Chicken Rice Ball at the 'best' Chicken Rice Ball shop there. Um, I used to think that Chicken Rice Ball meant rice with chicken balls (as in, balled up chicken meat). I was quite surprised when we were served with this:

=.=" Ohhh. Chicken AND rice balls huh. Okayyy. It tasted like ordinary chicken rice. Except the rice are balls of rice la. My friend (name disclosed) used her spoon and mashed up the rice balls. I asked her what was the purpose of eating chicken rice balls if she flattened her rice, then she replied that she couldn't stand eating the rice balls like that. Lol.

Right after lunch, we headed to a nearby shop that sold delicious Malaccan desserts and asam laksas. The shop's pretty famous for its Durian Cendol too, but being an anti-durian person myself, I ordered the coconut one.

Bernard bursting with excitement.

Coconut cendol
(coconut milk, sago and brown sugar)

Asam Laksa

(I didn't try it, but my friends claimed it was nice)

That's the Malaccan river behind us.

Han Sean, Emily, Lydia, Shern Ai, Joanna, Jennifer, Bernard, me, Aaron, Chee Liang

We even took pictures at the vintage railroad area.

Look at Super Chee Liang! He's pushing the train yo! XD

Artistic, mou? :P
(Shern Ai modelling Malaccan railroad. I asked her to pose like that)

Ermm. Pebbles.

(Randomness)

We visited the Portugese Fort (it was mentioned in our high school history textbooks)

Shern Ai and I.
(Door posers)

Subang CG with the BAZOOKA!

Bernard on a voltage box. That thing controlled the power system.

A man.
(He looked pretty upset)

This was embedded into the floor.

Handprints to prove we were there! :)

Posers! xD

All hail the saint, Francis Light.

Aaron took this picture while I was stoning.

Aaron. Lol??

So, this is what an ancient Dutch coffin looks like.
(I wonder how the corpse looked like, then? =p)

We posed at the stairs. Haha we're quite the "mo liu" I know =) 'Mo liu' and loving it XD
PS: I just learned that 'Mo Liu' means 'nothing to do'. And I've been saying it ever since.

Omg. What a cute and cheery trishaw!! :)

I did something I'd never done before, or never dreamed of doing.

I held a snake.

Was kinda excited at first, but as the man proceeded to bring the snake nearer, I freaked out. But then I couldn't back out anymore. I told myself, NO, YOU WILL GET OVER YOUR DUMB SNAKE PHOBIA AND HOLD THE FRIGGIN' SNAKE! That's why I'm smiling nervously. Haha
It felt dry, scaly and really, really heavy. What did the guy feed it with la?? Chicken rice balls?

I learned that not all snakes are slimy and cold. This one was warm-blooded. Hmmm. Haha. Maybe it was just the sun or something. That's probably why it felt warm.

We had the snake around our shoulders... Damn heavy lahh. Thank God Bernard held the head!!

This old man's really mean. He asked Bernard and I whether we wanted to hold the iguana, and we said no. Then the old man proceeded to put the smelly iguana on Bernard's lap!! So, Bernard freaked out. Chee Liang ran away.

He's as freaky as his reptiles...

And I finally decided to touch the iguana.

So I touched its tail XD

We had SATAY CELUP for dinner. OMG that was superb. I fell in love with it at once. They have a whole variety of food (fishball/sausages/yao char kuai/egg/prawns/etc) on satay sticks and a boiling pot in the middle of the table bubbling with peanut sauce :) Succulent and delicious.

Bernard: Hou Hou Sek Ah! =p
(very tasty)

This is how it's done!

Candid picture.
(I was happily enjoying my satay celup)

We went to Jonker's Street after a satisfying dinner. That place is a famous pasar Malam in Malacca. The streets were lined with stalls selling accessories, food and other stuff.

Hamsters!!! Dyed for color.
(Such cutie pies.)

If my mom didn't have such a phobia of rats... I'd buy one of those hamsters back. Probably the green one! Then it can glow in the dark XD Hahaha. As I was strolling the street, I noticed that there was a performance onstage by a group of elderly American men. One of them (the drummer) was a big burly guy with specs and he was banging on the drums while the rest of his members rocked on to the rhythm. The first thing that crossed my mind was: OH.MY.GOD. IS THAT BORGES?! (My American History lecturer) I mean, he's from Malacca!! And he's mentioned that he visits Jonker Street pretty often. It could just be him sitting up there banging on the drums.

Then, I went closer for a better look and found out that the drummer had a weird-looking tattoo on his hand. OK. Case closed: He's NOT Borges. I mean, come on!! Borges and a tattoo???! @.@ Haha if you knew how conservative my lecturer was, you'd understand.

We got back to KL at 11.30 pm.

Conclusion: Malacca's a great place when it comes to Satay Celup. I'm serious.