Anatomy Of A Stupid.

Damn, time passes by too quickly these days. Seems like it was at most 3 months ago when I wrote my previous good luck entry. It’s quite irrational to write another one but I’ll still do it anyway, minus all the old timer lectures. So, let’s see who I can recall that’s taking the PMR next Monday.

Aysha, Fatin, Divanesh, Yee, Wee, Yap the tai lou, Darren, Hana, Christopher, PuteriMariahBones, Siew Xian’s sister Siew Ann, Shirley Long (haha), and.. erm.. the rest of y’all lah, sorry if I missed out anyone.

Good luck, and do your best. (not that it matters)

fin‧ish  /ˈfɪnɪʃ/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[fin-ish]
    -verb (used with object)

1. to come to the end of (a course, period of time, etc.): to finish school.

2. to bring (something) to an end or to completion; complete: to finish a novel; to finish breakfast.

I squint my eyes as I awake from a nap and the wall clock reads barely over 5. As I travelled my hand across the bed towards the table to grab somethingm suddenly I realize - I’m still fasting!! Phew, it was way too close to me almost gulping down that cup of water I had from last night.

So I woke up, got up and got ready to go through the regular family ritual for Ramadhan, the bazaar! Parents and I left home at 5.30pm in search for some good food for break fast, and I have to admit lah, going to a bazaar really isn’t the way to satisfy your taste buds, read on.

Well, normally we try to avoid the bazaar nearby Shah Alam stadium because it’s like a sardine can there and people of all age, gender and orientation like to grope every other peoples’ body parts regardless of whether it is intentional or not, but the one nearby Concorde Section 9 had a stall count of like… 3? Last year it was at the parking lot next to the futsal field, but now the lot’s gone private so no bazaars there this year.

Anyways, we still had to go to the one next to the stadium. The people there park cars like chickens, seriously. They like to do stupid stuff like take more than one bay, or take their own sweet time when reverse parking in the middle of a congested parking lane or park in the middle of the road just because they have a big car. I can only say I was fasting and I’d rather not think irritationality, or else I might just have to start chatting on Hitz.TV due to depression.

Well it’s no shortcoming, the whole place was crowded like mardi gras goes to California. Upon then we immediately decided, looking at the clock reading 6.00pm, that we will ONLY buy LIGHT stuff and later get some take out chicken rice from TCRS. Split up we did, I was carrying the camera on one shoulder so it made things even more difficult. I struggled through the crowd searching for some buah melaka and a sugar cane drink stall only to find Megat halfway through the crowd.. At least he didn’t see me hopping all over the show trying to see what people were selling (everyone was so tall lah).

Cool, at last I got to steal a sniff through the people to a buah melaka trail, they have this sort of aqua and coconut smell and it’s quite distinct. There’s a huge block of people infront of me, they weren’t moving, options were pretty slim for me. What to do? Took me 3 minutes to convince myself I wouldn’t embarrass myself if I just fought through the crowd and then just lowered my head and went in. Bumping through men, women, kids, mat rempits, blind-people-asking-for-some-change, I kept going until I reached the counter and searched the table for that hairy green ball contraption.

And so, now I shall share something I learned today with y’all. Apparently buah melaka, a green flour ball filled with brown sugar and coated with coconut also has a successor - kuih kasui. Kuih kasui, is a flour block that’s premixed with brown sugar and coated with coconut. Sounds familiar? Well they didn’t have any buah melaka anyway.

Long story short, I finally found what I wanted, and got it, no wait, got lots of it and headed back to base where I realized that I forgot to purchase the sugar cane drink. Instead of looking for that specific stall I just got one from this really small counter which nobody else bought from and I just knew I’m on the path to deep dung. So then I really headed back to the car and waited for the parents.

Well how surprisingly LIGHT were the rendang, keropok lekor, ketupat, noodles and soup they bought, because it seemed like we were going to outdo ourselves again this time. Mom bought some buah melaka too. Actually this all was a blessing in disguise to the end, because when we reached TCRS they say that they don’t do take-outs and we ended up buying a variety bucket from KFC.

At home, the clock read 7.00pm and everything was a rush. Suddenly I realize something. Something stinks that it. Shoot! It’s the buah melaka I bought! the coconut had already smelled like rotten eggs and I had to throw it all away. All RM3 worth of it =( So at 7.06pm we got the confirmation on TV that it’s time, but to play it safe we await the local mosque’s signal just so that last year’s mishap where we broke fast according to a time set for some state up far north.

Everything went fine, for the first time the parents didn’t complain digging into KFC, the standby buah melaka came in handy and there’s plenty of leftovers for sahur. Blessings in disguise. They’ll be coming in a whole FedEx large saver box during Ramadhan. Selamat berbuka puasa everybody!

…to Malaysia.

At 11.25pm my dad had stormed into my room to inform me of something. The way he banged through the door was like I spilled the juice on the carpet or something but actually he just wanted to tell me, in a very excited and some females would say cute (lol to that) way that there was a program on the Discovery Channel about some SMART tunnel that was being built in Malaysia.

It’s actually about the dual purpose tunnel in the middle of KL that can handle traffic or storm floods at any one time. Funny how Malaysia’s governments always flaunt miniscule facts like they’re sending a minister to visit a tribe village or what not but I have never heard about this tunnel being aired on national news or press before. Ironic indeed. Anyways the program’s called Extreme Engineering : Malaysia Smart Tunnel.

Now, before I begin ah, do trust me when I say I love the Discovery Channel and I like the way that guy in Extreme Engineering, what’s his name? Doug? Steve? anything la, the way he elaborates on stuff, it’s all good with me. I tuned in to the channel at 11.45 because I was watching an episode of One Tree Hill why attempting to solve an add math question when dad told me about it.

So yeah, they show the process of building the underground tunnel, some information about the way the tunnel boring machine works and repair procedures. But wait. I immediately see something wrong, the images shown contain zero elements of anything related to Malaysia. Why? All I can see is some angmoh, a couple in Indonesian and Indian workers and a chinese guy that speaks English like he just arrived from mainland China yesterday.

This isn’t what Malaysia is about, yes, but I really fear the way these guys are making Malaysia look like. In the travel channel the bald guy that came to Malaysia visited on of the worst mamak chain restaurants and ate some pore fish testicles and complained about it. Again, this isn’t what Malaysia is about. Belancan isn’t fish paste, it’s shrimp paste.

Continuing with the documentary, now suddenly I see this guy trying to describe Malaysia’s soil quality. Man, that tone that he used sounds so much like belittle even my dad enquired at the same time. How he said, it was like "In Malaysia, the ground is like a digger’s worst nightmare" or "In Malaysia, if you own land, you own it all the way to the centre of the earth".

It’s like he’s implying that the problem only exists in Malaysia and nowhere else and cannot be solved? WTF?! If only he knew that his tribe of angmohs were the ones that created that stupid land system then maybe he’d shut his mouth. Maybe I should be saying "In Malaysia, if you make an offending remark then we take you to a corner and wollap you"? Geez.

Make lah more interesting sentences like "In Malaysia, you can buy DVDs for less than 5 dollars and not get arrested for it" or "In Malaysia you actually can marry 4 wives". Not quite, only muslims can do that, but you get what I’m saying, yes?

Then came the 12 o’clock news. Of course during this week Thailand’s military coup will dominate the most of any news programmes or news prints so the first news to pop up was about Thailand’s plans for a new government. In this segment, included a comment from some political scientist that had a name like Paninitayam Traywattnignanom - something something that I would rather not try to spell out to not offend anybody - about the coup’s future plans. My conclusion is, this guy ALSO looks like the guy on Extreme Engineering that looked like he just arrived from China yesterday, but damn his English is more fluent than mine!

Ergo, you can see how bad of an image this programme has potrayed upon Malaysia in a nutshell. Imagine if I was also an angmoh to be tourist and couldn’t decide where to go for my next holiday. Would the scenario for my decision be something like this….

"Hmm. Gee, Malaysia’s got this new tunnel thing going on and it sure looks like the whole city’s filled with smelly construction workers and people who can’t even speak right? Shucks, I’d rather camp out in India and then Hong Kong than go there. Mmmmm, Thailand, yeah they’ve got hot chicks there, heck there’s even dudes with really really long names and funny faces that talk like John from the local grocery store. ‘Sides, they got a coup going on and it looks like a public holiday! Thailand it is!"

….?

Earlier at school news got to me of my friend, Reena’s great loss. Well, upon asking about the matter she got the wrong idea of me asking the wrong questions so I thought I’d state an apology here. Reena, I just wanted to pass my condolences, didn’t mean any harm.

Vokeiva?  =)

It’s about time I wrote about one of my food outings. Since it was my weekend, I remember passing by this cute little joint down at Hartamas called Fondue House, and it always looked interesting to me. Gourmet food always has this weird zing to it that attracts me like a magnet. Plus it had a tagline that read tasty steamy cheese. I hope that’s a good thing *gulp*.

Considering the place is quite uptown, I think it had a pretty decent and laidback setting. It’s a small cafe like joint, of course serves mainly fondue but had some other stuff too. Seats maybe around 30 people? Give or take. The menu wasn’t a wallet burner too, at first glance. Brief intro, a fondue is usually cheese or chocolate melted in a pot called a caquelon, served with seafood or beef or chicken with baguette, fruits, etc. depending on what fondue you ask for.

There’s pretty much 8 types of fondue to choose from, 4 of which had wine in it but the idea of cheddar cheese and wine didn’t quite sound right so we went for chicken bacon bits fondue served with breaded chicken and dry crackers. Nope, no fancy filet’ mignon or cabillaud aux courgette here, just plain old chicken fillet, breaded with supermarket standard bread crumbs deep fried.

As mentioned, it’s cheese melted in a pot like this. Sure, it’s not rocket science but the idea is fantabulous! But then maybe it’s just me since I always had a soft spot for cheese in me. No wonder I’m bulging up. As you can see aside from the chicken and crackers, there’s also some veggie. Oh great, we all know we need veggie to save our day. Not.

Let’s be honest with each other for 2 seconds. I’m no expert but I remember someone telling me a cheese fondue is supposed to use cottage cheese. Not Fondue House apparently. They use cheddar cheese. Upon stealing a scent of the piping hot cheese I couldn’t tell what cheddar it was but tasting it told me everything. It’s pasteurized milk cheddar cheese! You know, the one Kraft or Chesdale makes and you put it in your lunchbox sandwich everyday.

So right. The picture above really tells everything but what the heck, I’ll act like a wise ass and explain anyway. With a fondue what you’re supposed to do is take a food item of your desire and dip it in the fondue and then eat it. Ergo, it would really help if you did not let your tongue or lip touch your fondue fork as it’s going to go back into the cheese and there’s enough bacteria in the cheese already.

No doubt about it, this is seriously fattening food. Even the people advised me to only eat this thing once a month. Perhaps they realise that the 8 slices of cheddar cheese they use have the same amount of calories and fat to.. well, let’s just say it’s dangerously fattening lah okay? So seriously, don’t challenge the wrath of Fart Vader and the likes of that.

Alrighteo! The good part to this dinner was that the Fondue House had a promotion going on then, with any cheese set purchase you’ll get a chocolate set for free. Hooray! More fat! As if I give a hoot about it. The chocolate fondue is considered as a dessert. The one we got came with cut fruits like bananas, green apples, starfruit, strawberries, honeydew and grapes. Some nicely cut into cubes. Actually the best combination is chocolate fondue with marshmallow. Darn, that sentence sure made me hungry.

Steaming hot chocolate and strawberry, you do the math. Incase you need to check your answers it is one delicately sweet sin! The density and texture of the strawberry really won’t count it’s bad points when it’s got some serious edible gold around it if you ask me. I have a feeling they use cooking chocolate with an intense amount of butter for that explosive chocolate taste. Again, a sin, but totally worth it. Roll it around in the chocolate powder, ground hazelnut and grinded coconut and voila, perfection!

Score  :  7/10

Is it just me or is the world suddenly being infected by a sudden epidemic of addiction? Seriously folks, we have addiction cases everywhere. Addiction to smoking, addiction to DOTA, addiction to crack and marajuana. Hell, 2/10 people on a street are probably addicted to giving blowjobs to strangers even.

It’s like Oprah’s got 500 teens every week storying about how their dad got addicted to gambling and drank his way to raping his kids and now they need help so send in your cheques or money orders to 112, Money Avenue, 90120 Beverly Hills or something you know? Shit’s getting old.

Honestly people, listen to Adidas. They’ve got really smart people there churning out bloody good advertising slogans and really, listen to them when they say IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING! There’s no such thing as "I don’t know lar, I started out as a socialized glue sniffer and now I guess I’m not".. WTF? If you can control your emotions, you won’t even have to face dealing with your addiction even once a day, everybody!

I’m not complaining, I have my addictions too like addiction to the internet. But that’s not exactly an addiction that lands me in jail for 5 years, fine RM20000 or both now is it? Okay okay, perhaps I’m just a little overaggravated about this issue, but it’s just that there’s so many people around me these days that always say that they have addiction. I don’t care if the addiction is bad, but I really am dissapointed to hear it when they imply that they want to control their addiction but do NOTHING about it.

Like my friend Yeu Song, he has an addiction to DOTA, but at least he can still control it by.. well, his next best skill, sleeping. But sometimes when I talk to people who smoke, they always give lame excuses like the feel or smoking, or the feeling you get like you are powerful. Oh, please lah, spare me the drama, you know smoking is an addiction anyone with a sane mind can control, it’s just you that doesn’t want to control it because you enjoy too much.

Enjoying also got it’s boundaries, but I must agree with the laws of society when the term ‘if it’s good, then it’s most probably bad’ crosses my mind. Everything that is good, can enjoy, sure bad somehow. Aiya. So expensive to enjoy big biking. So bad to health to enjoy eating KFC everyday. So what do we do? keep going on with the addiction until we die early? No! Of course control is what one should do.

Again, I’m not complaining. I hope nobody was offended by this blog post, and I did not mean anybody specific in this post, all characters are fictional except for the smoking case.

Wahlau. Eversince Steve Irwin passed away I’ve been seeing so many tortoises on MSN. At first I thought it’s some plan to save the tortoises on earth by putting one of the little critters infront of your name in MSN (god knows how much that’ll help) but later I found out it obviously wasn’t because of that.

I’ve never been a big fan of doing anything for that matter to my nickname in MSN but I suppose this case was different since Steve Irwin is a very respected person in my home.

Anywho, we’re not here to talk about Steve, we’re here to talk about why I have been trying to sign onto MSN from yesterday night until today but have failed to do so. I’ve been told it’s because the tortoise gag is screwing up Windows Live over and back again causing memory leaks. WTF??! Tortoises. I knew they had some evil plan to take over the world! So this is just a pleasant message to remind you, you can put a picture of a tortoise in your Myspace, you can set a tortoise as a screensaver on your phone. Hell, you can even frame up a photo of you molesting a tortoise and hang it on your bedroom door, but please, please, don’t put it up in MSN.

Spam kills. So does the tortoise emoticon. Thank you and same-same to you too.

Well, I know you’re just gonna say sorry no cure, but sorry lah got no updates for the blog, have been busy with the SPM trials and the weekends occupied by MotoGP. So since by logic it would be f*ing boring to talk about the trials, I’ll just show you some pictures from MotoGP to stall for some more time (heh)

sorry ah, umbrella girls pictures on request only =P

Killed by a creature of his own work field, the legendary croc hunter Steve Irwin died yesterday due to a stingray stabbing his heart. Long story short, this is the real deal and he died on the spot. May his soul be blessed and rest in peace.

"Yeah, I’m a thrill seeker, but crikey, education’s the most important thing." - Steve Irwin (1962-2006)