Yogyakarta - Indonesia ( Nava K's Travel Guide)

God save me please! Yes, only god potentially can. Are you wondering why? Lemme tell you. Each and every time I travel, forget about me carrying home bundles of travelling experiences, what is a shocker on the other hand is the envy and jealousy of people. Seriously everyone, I can't get it. Nevermind if they travel, nevermind if they are travelling all the time and nevermind if they are constantly social media sharing where their fun-fantastic, globe trotting wonder lust is, of course all beautifully displayed. But when its my turn, damn, you should hear the comments. In fact, even my part time cleaners have indirectly sounded I am a lady of leisure until I don't dare show them I am on the verge of packing my travelling bags (Osaka Japan). Additionally, I have stopped with telling anyone I will be away, including my family, because, trust me, it does get ugly behind my back. Everyone obviously is under the impression I am a rich lady. So much so, people are not shy in messaging me for borrowing money. Come of it people. Give me a break please. 

Penang Food Guide - My Food Story

Endless debate. Constant debate. We can go on and go and debate on which state within Malaysia is the best food paradise. Ask the Penangites and they won’t stop swearing till the end that Penang definitely must be recognized. In fact, many claim nothing like food from the land of Penang. Of course, even Nava K won’t deny. Penang is undoubtedly a food paradise and where you can not only eat none stop, but literally till your stomach most probably can be busted. Basically, its eat till you drop. Anywhere for the matter. From the high end posh restaurants to the street stalls. Choices are massively aplenty mind you. All you gotto to do is drive around or walk the streets for trying out whichever lures you, whether you live to eat or eat to live. Food overall I must say is definitely our Malaysian profoundness. Trust me, we can eat and we can eat anytime of the day. Nothing is more important for us from the start and till the end of the day except food. 

Osaka, Japan - Nava K Did It (Part 2)

Day 2 in Osaka (Osaka Part 1) was a curious case of Nava K and her other half-half. First thing first in the morning, after showering and getting ready for breakfast, we couldn’t find our room key. Hell hack! I clearly, if I am not mistaken, I remember leaving it on the table, but somehow we really didn't have any clue what was going on. Maybe, could it be the visit of the Japanese ghost while we were sound asleep? Sounds eerie right? I know. I swear I really thought because how can the key go missing just like that. Despite spending almost half an hour, searching high and low, until to the of extent looking under the bed, inside the toilet bowl and digging the waste paper basket, full of food rubbish, cigarette buds and what not, key still ended up as a mystery. Mind you, this is the heavy metal key and not the card. By then, time was already running short for breakfast, thus, we had no choice but give up and face the consequences. 

Dr CHECK Cracked Heel Cream

Dr Check. Another doctor from Taiwan. I'll tell you later whether Dr Check Cracked Heel Cream was a major breakthrough for my feet, for the time being, I must knowledge thirst you. Maybe you already know, still, how can I keep my big mouth shut (Dr.WU Whitening Mask). You know me right? Lemme start in Taiwan, and then of course how can I not speak about Malaysia? Try throwing the smallest stone towards Taiwan, I bet it will be crushed stepped by multiple doctors at one go. Medical and PhD doctors as well. Malaysia is no better. Arguably and notably, the best doctors are those who carry bus loads or monorail train years of experiences. But seriously guys, those doctors I had to see when I fell sick for three months without having any clue what's wrong with me nearly ran me over the bus or monorail. As it is, I was imagining Satan is waiting to usher me to hell, until so close I was in writing down all my passwords, including my online banking for my other half-half, these doctors, mind you, almost made it possible. Each had his or her version why my health is not at its best.

Restaurant Double Joy - SS3, Petaling Jaya

Located across the narrow tight road, careful when you drive pass, and along the same row as Shiraz Wine Shop, I know the wine shop at the back of my hands, shhhh, don’t tell anyone I am the every now and then Indian drunkard, Restaurant Double Joy is another one of those no frill and basic in ambiance Chinese eateries (Siong Huat Bak Kut Teh Pork Klang). Abuzzed when we walked in during this lunch hour at about 1.40pm, oh-my, what a buzz. Glad we sat at the far end instead of occupying the tables close to the Chinese customers. These customers, believe me, were really loud, as though they are the "Terra Cotta Warriors". I could even hear them slurping, they must have been slurping a Chinese soup and not rasam/Indian pepper soup, and the banging of forks and spoons had to get to my ears as well from where I was seated. Nevermind, I guess we should ignore such a scenario when Chinese customers are letting go of their hunger, but in any case, whatever it may be, if you dining with your Indian friends in such a restaurant, do not for my sake speak in Tamil. As it is, when we walked in, stares came from all directions, as if we were the disguised legendary Indian robbers (Restoran Heong Kee Batu Caves). 

Osaka, Japan - Nava K Did It (Part 1)

Osaka Day 1. Gonna be a whole day of walking we were already prior told. Henceforth, logically, I must pack my walking legs with lotsa food. I surely did. Walla! What else could have been a wonder morning start up for this lady except the massively tempting loads of the crispy fried crispy bacon. Super-duper my forever desire. Honestly, for once, after a long time, I pigged out. Buffet breakfast on this particular day (Kobe Japan) lemme tell you was a sheer Japanese pleasure. Crispy fried bacon, Japanese steamed cakes, half boiled egg with a dash of Japanese soy sauce and  I couldn’t possibly resist the coconut oil coffee. 

The Wembley - A St Giles Hotel in Penang (George Town)

Family. Generally, they are bundle of happiness. Maybe yes? Maybe no? I better not say anything more. Otherwise, as it is, I have already been branded as the negative person because I speak and write the truth, anything said any further, may trigger blogging sphere anger or social media anger. Then again, knowing myself well and wanting to remain as the person I am, I must still go ahead and say that you can fool the fools, the biggest fools, undoubtedly are your social media friends, Nava K definitely is not a fool. She, having been enlightened to her fifties age zone, she carries suitcases of family experiences. So please, can you please stop with trying to impress her by throwing flowery words on your family? Look, I am not questioning any of you. I agree, I must, I admit family is colourful, family is fun and family is ultra-sound-ultra-important. Yet you must, for a second or two, right now, I said now, ponder over how far further or close at arm distance family will be if you are penniless. Scary right? I know. Mum and dad most probably, even they are a question mark, still, I believe they won’t disown you. As long as you close your ears to their nagging, you can be assured of a roof and some food. But siblings? Keep dreaming. Dream on. Lucky you if your siblings won’t mind helping when money is a matter of crisis.