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Jemima wants to know what would I do with a million bucks.
A million bucks ah? Wow!... Jit bak baan ah?

I think here's what I'll do...... click and listen carefully.




Yes Jemima....we go Hawaii..... go jipun chiak su shee.... LOL

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Leonard tagged me and wanted to know the naughtiest thing that I’ve done back in my secondary school days.

Hmm…..let me see…..

As far as beyond the blue yonder, I recalled vividly helping frail old ladies cross the streets…

...As a Leo Club member distributing milk and biscuits to less fortunate fellow students…

...there were times I rescued kittens stranded up in the trees…

...voluntarily carried teachers’ books …

...Was an active patrol leader in the boy scouts movement...

...Was a member of the Christian fellowship society....

Took part in Flag Day for St Vincent de Paul charity

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No, Leonard. Unlike you, I can’t think of anything bad like watching porno during my secondary school days. Muahahahahahhahaha!!!!

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The next day, we enacted the storming of the enchanting Stirling Castle with my mount…the rented Volkswagen Polo. We charged up the slope leading to the entrance effortlessly as I floored the accelerator and picture myself being transported back to medieval 16^th century,...spreading terror to the inhabitants as they frantically trying to draw up the bridge in their desperation to prevent their daughters from eloping with the all-mighty knight, Sir Cocka!

“He who holds Stirling, holds Scotland”.

The awesome and commanding presence of the William Wallace Monument visible a few klicks away from the castle was next on my invasion list.

This was built to commemorate Sir William Wallace, a knight and Scottish patriot, who led a resistance against the English occupation of Scotland during the Wars of Scottish Independence. He is considered the greatest hero in Scotland's history and is also known as the Guardian Of Scotland.

We decided to call it a day and proceeded to Inverness. I would have included the battlefield of Bannockburn in my itinerary if she has not shown signs of fatigue after climbing 246 steps in a narrow and spiral staircase to the crown of the monument.

The drive up north was indeed pretty spectacular, with gentle rolling hills dotted with sheep, horses and highland cows. Occasionally, I would just pull up alongside of the country roads, get out of the car and just immerse in the sunshine, absorbing the green scenery and the bluest loch.

The following day at Loch Ness was a different story. The sky was as predictable as the English weather! It was drizzling on and off, and the only thing keeping my spirits high was the sights of sweet young things strolling about in the ‘kilt-lifting ‘gales.

Wait for part 3 lah....very busy these days!

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Finally…Blogger has allowed me to make a comeback after locking me out for a week! Bugs they claimed! I had half a mind donning that armor and declaring war by switching to Wordpress!

Here’s my much-awaited story of the road….

The population here in Scotland is slightly more than 5 million, with the majority inhabiting the fertile Lowlands between the cities of Glasgow and Edinburgh.

It was my desire to see some of the real Scotland apart from feeling compelled to get away from the crime-infested JB.

Having successfully coaxed her into forgoing an agonizing month long absence from her mahjong & gin rummy kakis, I started searching online for tourists attractions and planning our routes.

Apparently, the Highlands is not a place for the easily bored, laksa & mahjong missing manics like her I soon learnt after taking several wrong turnings and getting lost for almost 2 hours while driving from Edinburgh to Inverness.

Having mistaken a farmhouse for an intended B&B, in my desperation for more accurate directions, I approached a terrified elderly lady seemingly all-ready to hand over her cash & jewellery as long as I didn’t molest her highland cows.

Our mutual fears dissipated and she pointed me to the right directions, and after more driving and arguments while pulling over occasionally for anxious map checks, I swear to invest in a GPS when I get home.

Fortunately, the summer skies up north here don’t get dark until about 10.30 pm so it’s still quite safe for the bold and stupidly adventurous.

Alas, we arrived at a quaint-looking house in Stirling owned by a pleasant middle-aged lady named Jennifer. After haggling on the price, she showed us to our rooms at the basement that includes a kitchen, a large living room with a ‘make-believe’ fireplace that operates electrically and an access to her beautiful garden. The only thing that missing was internet connection. All this for £80 a night with a hearty English breakfast thrown in for good measure.

To be continued……