Anatomy Of A Stupid.

Efforts that pay off with a curse (cont'd)

While I can admit that I'm not against being utmost hospitable for no extra charge, I was a bit dissapointed he didn't drop a bill for me when I left. Nonetheless, I'm sure he's going to be back the next day or so, and perhaps that would do the trick.

After I came back from my lunch break, I was quite shocked to see the gentleman still there, in his same seat, with the same drink - a warm and half consumed pint of Tiger. Only difference is this time, he has company. Two young chaps, one with hair that resembles to that of Marcia Cross in Desperate Housewives and a specky and tall Indian fellow wearing one of those 80's gym shirts perforated with holes all over it.

As I get into the bar to get ready to do some preparation for the dinner folks, like cutting up the fruit garnishes and melting some no-fuss sugar syrup, before I could grab the first lemon, Ean flags me down. At this time the captain, Rose was already on her shift starting from 5pm. She saw the gentleman raise his hand and swiftly urgents over to assist, I was overlooking as I slowly creep out of the bar. It appears that he's not interested in another pint, but just me. Frankly, it was a bit scary as I approached the table.

Me : Hello again sir! I can see you really, really like this view.

Ean : Haha! You really are one funny guy you know that (grabs hand for a firm shake once more)

Me : Heh, thank you sir. Anything I can help you with?

Ean : Certainly, remember my friend I told you about, meet Kim (points palm to Hair Dude)

Me : Oh I see, hello, how are you?

Kim : Hi, I'm doing just great thank you! We were just talking about you!

If there's one thing that caught me off guard, it's definately not the light info that three strangers at a lounge were talking about me, but it was his weird, screechy and don't mind me saying this.. gay tone of voice. Before I go on, bear with me that I have absolutely no objections to gays. Heck, a coursemate of mine is gay and I'm okay with it.

Me : (sarcastic tone) Really sir.. what's there to talk about a plank?

Ean : Oh we were just discussing about how we can force you to come along with us back to Aussie. (winks)

Me : Goodness, still on that sir! I'm afraid I've yet to consult anyone for now.

Ean : Aww shucks, guess we'll just have to wait then.

Me : Yeap. Anyways, can I get you a drink sir? (a modest palm opens horizontally and faces the chap with the shirt)

Shirt dude : Uhh.. I think I'll just have a.. gin and tonic.

I had a feeling he was a bit underaged for this, but oh well, the boy had barely anything to say other than those few words so I'll just assume he's a shy adult. Plus an accent.

After I served the gin and tonic, I didn't bother talking too much as the dinner crowd was coming and Joe didn't look too happy about me and my conversation with table 5. Got all the prep work done, piped some Tiger for Rose and shaked up some of the famous drinks in the house like a Singapore Sling and Black Beauty. I specific two quite attractive ladies, albeit 'seasoned' really liked the latter. Bartending is so subjective that yes it does matter who is shaking up the drinks. Why? Measurements are never accurate, it's up to who can measure the best mix. For me, I'm a sad case of winging it with instinct.

I cross the 8.30 mark. Overjoyed that my shift was ending soon, it's no wonder that I totally forgot about table 5 by now. 8.45 and my second prep work is done, refilled the ice drawer, washed all the glasses and piped more beer. Joe came over and gave me a 10 minute discount and told me to head home, as the head count tonight wasn't so good anyway. Bidded him a dishonest thank you but a very sincere goodbye and took my notepad.

Feeling a bit guilty, I thought I'd bid farewell to Ean and friends too as he did contribute to a lot of the lounge's revenus for the day with over 8 pints of beer and two helpings of 'house Brandy'.

Me : Hi sir, is everything okay? Can I get you anything?

Ean : Nope young man, we're actually just fine, thanks. (shakes hand firmly again)

Me : Excellent sir. Well my shift's over, just thought I'd say goodbye before I leave and thanks for patronizing the lounge so much.

Ean : Oh it's no problem mate. Me and my friends were wondering if you're free after this, go for dinner and catch a drink or two elsewhere (shakes hand firmly AGAIN)

Now I'm feeling awkward. This grown man, possibly classified drunk in countries where they drink beer for lunch, kept grabbing my hand with a weird stare and tone of voice. His eyes veined and red, requests getting more impossible to deliver, I had no choice but to.

Me : Oh I'm sorry sir, my mother is waiting to pick me up outside, and I really do have to go.

Ean : Don't worry lad, she could come along too if she'd like!

Me : Excuse me sir?

Ean : You heard me, she could come along too if she wants a drink!

At this point of time, I am pretty much furious with his offensive yet drunk statement. He is smashed for sure, friends already telling me to just don't listen to him. But the hospitable side of myself convinces me to settle this otherwise in a polite manner. Oh you got me for shits.

Me : Well, I'm not sure sir.

Ean : What's that supposed to mean?

Me : I'm not sure if she takes drugs.

Ean : Ha ha ha! You're hilarious! (laughing loudly)

Funny, I thought I just insulted him. Oh well.

Ean : (still wiping his eyes from laughing) Hold on, I've got something for you..

*hands out a 50 and puts it on my tray*

Me : Oh, sir, I'm sorry but I can't accept a tip this big.

Ean : Oh just take it already, you deserve it!

Kim : Andy, just take it only, he gives it because he likes you.

Me : But sir, it's a 50.

Ean : Yeah yeah 50 schmifty, it's nothing compared to what you can earn if you come with me. Let me know about it.

Me : Well, thank you sir, you are far too kind. I will let you know. (it's the false hope talking again)

As I walk off, bidding farewell to Rose and Roy whom are half way through their dinner shift, I see an evil Joe standing by the entrance to the lounge. His face spells of no good intentions as usual. From a distance I can see hear him snickering about me. When I finally approach a distance close enough for us to talk he asks me.

Joe : So how much did he give you? (smiles)

Me : 50 sir. Should I share it?

Joe : I don't know man, it's your money, you keep it if you want to..

Me : Hmm.. Okay then, I'll just share the next 50 he gives. Just kidding.

Joe : *serious face*.

Me : Okay sir, so I'll just be..

Someone interrupts us. It's Ean on his way to the boy's room.

Ean : Manager man, (with a tipsy intonation) you had better take care of this handsome man, he's gonna be someone someday.. (takes an RM5 bill and places it in my hand)

Joe : (hiding his laugh while walking to the side away from us)

After all that happened, I'm left with 5 bucks of a drunk man in my hands, the drunk man going to the loo in my sight and my manager on my side.

Joe : Hey kid, he's gay you know.

Me : (a discreet yet urgent tone) What?? He is?? His friends too?

Joe : All of em. I just didn't wanna tell you, might scare you off or anything.

Me : Oh my sir, no lah, I'm not like that.. I mean I'm not gay, but I'm okay with it.

Joe : Yeah yeah, whatever it is, you've got your cut now, don't forget our KFC.

Me : Ha ha. Sure sir. See you tomorrow.

Joe : See you kid, take care.

Apparently, Ean is gay and was eyeing on me for a one night stand since the first minute he came in. The blasphemy, luckily I didn't fall for it! Well, as the title suggests, the efforts you put in may pay off with a curse, or in this case, a babi manager. Either way, look who has the cash.

Amateurism in a professional environment

I had my training at Parkroyal KL, a small lobby lounge which had a cliché calling, - probably as overrated as Friendster Cafe - Klix Lounge. Life is good working as a trainee at a hotel in KL. Sure we get the occasional lectures on how lucky we are that our parents didn't ditch us and tell us to go find a job instead of paying for our 30,000RM diploma in 'cooking', as per what most people prefer to call it.

There are times which are all about speed, and then there are times when it's all about a personal touch to the service one may offer to guests. Trust me, all you get are either snobbish local businessmen or broke and old foreign tourists there. I trust a blessing in disguise incident, a Brit from Aussie by the name of Ean whom stopped by the country in search of line cooks for welfare camps and large scale catering institutions in dire need of young and passionate chefs or wannabes to be the best example.

"Take care of him, he'll tip you good." says Joe, the manager at Klix.

"Really sir?" I ask in return.

"Give it a go." followed by his distinct evil snicker which any staff from the hotel could identify as a hint to something no good.

Joe had always been the evil one. He's so evil he's smart. He'd make staff he disliked go, no matter how hard headed they are. Take Kid for instance, the senior bartender at Klix, or should I say ex-bartender. Let's just say Kid knows bartending like a cabbie knows roads better than the back of his hand. Well in the hospitality line, it's safe to say that the better people get, the more wordy they become, and that was simply the case with Kid. Any dissatisfaction and he'd voice it out to anyone just like the 40 year old divorcee he is. Kid and Joe don't get along too well, despite how their names ring when said together in a sentence. All Joe had to do was belittle him, called him names in front of guests (yes, he has that thick of a face) and rambled about him to Suresh, the Exec F&B Manager which is some 5"2 guy who gets pushed around like a punching bag and he's done. Kid left after his last arguement with Joe when I had already shifted departments. Claims he couldn't take his cruelty and sarcasm. Yeah, you get things like this in hotels all year long no matter what's the season.

Anyways, back to Ean.

This very much indeed full man came to the lounge for the first time around afternoon, he came alone in his striped Polo, beige slacks and a baseball cap reading nothing but his first name on it in a font only suitable for a Halloween poster. Took in some air, recited my biggest lines and the promotions, and off I go to his table which was right by the window.

Me : Good afternoon sir! (I said excitedly but not loudly, he was the only guest there afterall) How are you today?

Ean : Oh I'm excellent mate, and you young man?

Me : Fine sir, very much. What can I get you to drink? We have Happy Hour specials right about now.

Ean : Happy Hours is good. Tell me more.

Me : Well we have two beers for the price of one, same thing for house wines and liquors too, but I'd recommend the former looking at the weather. (Said it while looking out the window in an attempt to hide the anxiousness and sweat from passing such a long line to the guy)

Ean : I see. Do you think I can get some good Brandy?

Me : Well actually no, (reading his slowly frowning face) but I'm sure a shot or two wouldn't hurt the hotel. Any desserts?

Ean : Lovely mate, I'll pass on the desserts for now.

Me : Sure sir. I'll be right back.

I head back to the bar, look through the alcohol inventory hoping to find cheap Brandy in the list. Scrolling and scrolling while making sure Joe was busy in the store sorting what ever he was sorting out, I finally found something familiar. Triple 99 Brandy, probably distilled in a modified stock pot using cheap wine in a local "distillery".

Judging from it's position on the shelves, I guess it's not the most favoured Brandy of the other two which cost a kidney per shot. But I gave it to him anyways discreetly behind the manager's consent. I'm starting to feel bad right about now, but I reviewed the bottle cost and I assumed the 6 bucks per bottle wouldn't make too much of a difference considering he'd come back if service was good.

Still wanting to make sure I nail a good tip from the guy, I return after he's done with his first glass wanting to offer him another one in conjunction with the Happy Hour promotion.

Me : Excuse me sir, would you like your second helping now or a little later?

Ean : You know what, I think I'll just have a Tiger draught for the second, is that okay.. (searching my name tag with his eyes winched together) Andy?"

Assuming I wouldn't have to sneak another shot behind Joe, I took the opportunity.

Me : Certainly sir! and between you and me, you just made my life a whole lot easier.

He giggles and hints a thank you in the form of a hand shake. His firm and brittle gesture of courteousness was killing my right hand. I rush back to the bar to see Roy stepping in. Roy's the junior bartender so to speak, a cocky 30 year old with 12 years of experience behind him. What's the problem? He's new. I ask for the beer from him since he prefers to stay in the bar rather than on the floor due to his short tolerance of the English language.

Even after he asked who's Brandy snifter is the one I just carried in, I acted as if I didn't hear him in a desperate act to hide my sin. If Kid was there, he'd point a knife to me while asking, luckily Roy's cool with it. He's a classic pot, kettle, black case so he knows where he stands.

Eventually Ean calls for a server, I assumed he wanted his bill.

Me : Your check sir?

Ean : Naw, actually I was just wondering where are you from

Me : Uhh, I'm from here sir, Kuala Lumpur.

Ean : *Giggles* silly man, of course KL, I mean you're a college trainee right? Your manager told me.

Me : Oh indeed sir, Taylor's College. It's a local hospitality school.

Ean : Interesting.. your English is very good by the way, keep it up.

Me : Thank you sir.

Having nothing else to say, I walk away. On my way out to lunch Joe stops me, already knowing I'm running late for a lunch date. He claims that Ean wants to talk to me some more. Truth be told I was more interested in the lunch date than talking to a stranger, but the potential with this guy was high since the ball was already rolling so I asked for a further 10 minutes delay for my date.

Me : Everything alright sir?

Ean : Excellent. I like it here a lot! I'm actually looking for a couple of young chaps like you to help me out.

Me : Oh really sir, what could we help you out with?

Ean : I'm from a small place in Aussie called Perth. (He hands out his card)

Me : (After inspecting his card) Fascinating, a catering business sir?

Ean : No, actually we're sort of like a school. We're looking for young chefs to help cook at catering businesses. I'd love it if you could try it out, all you have to do is pay for your own flight. Bring some friends along if you'd like.

Me : *stunned* Wow, that sure is a lot to digest sir. I'm not sure if I could, I do like it here. What about I ask around for you?

Ean : Come on now man, how old are you, twenty?

Me : Eighteen sir.

Ean : Even better! You're eighteen and have many more years to come, you should take this chance to go out and see the sun, you know what I'm saying?

Me : Certainly sir, certainly. But then again it isn't a walk to the park, I really must think about it and consult the old folks.

Knowing  I won't be going one way or another, I just decided to humor him with some false hope anyway.

Ean : Of course of course. You have my card, give me a call if you're good to go. I have a student from Malaysia, he's actually here now with me, visiting his family.

Me : I see, perhaps I'll meet him later after my lunch break, yeah?

Ean : Who knows, you may. *Winks strangely to me* Nice meeting you Andy.

Me : You too sir, have a good day.

... to be continued ...

Once upon a Mother's Day surprise

So, by the strangest coincidence, you totally forget that the following morning is Mother's Day. It's cool, you went out with friends and had fun, eventually forgetting it. You come back and look at the clock on the wall..



Oh my. What can one do at this time? I sat down in a quiet spot and thought hard. Thinking.. and thinking.. what can be done?? Rushing down to the kitchen as if a tornado was headed my way, checked the store.. Mmhmm.. Got that.. that.. some sugar.. butter.... ALRIGHT! I've got it! The plan to make butter scones were on the way.. But first, to check if the mummy is sound asleep or not, as it wouldn't be a surprise if she woke up to this one..



Excellent. So here we go.



Items checked! Butter is still chilled and firm, cut it into small blocks and place it together with the flour. Time to get dirty. Oh but, wash hands first la ok.



Rub in the flour with the butter, dont overdo it or it'll shrink faster than an old guy with ED. Make sure you put TLC into it, as to make sure all the butter is rubbed in with the flour and you won't find empty holes in the scones during consumption. Not to mention if you do it properly you'll almost definately sweat and this eliminates the need for you to use salt.

Ahem. Anyways, once you're done it should look like this. Familiar? Bread crumbs lookalike. The lumps in the picture are lumps of butter that has already been rubbed with flour, just that they are sticking together (trust me, in the wee hours of the morning I can't be bothered to make anything look nice), make sure that your humps.. I mean lumps are not buttery, instead crumby. Whatevahhhh.



Now add in the yolk and just a splash of cream. Hold on to the cream. Knead the dough, not go amuk on it. Press it gently until it forms a dough with lots of cracks (wall cracks, dummy!) on it. Add cream if you feel like the dough is too brittle, it should be just a little bit elastic but shouldn't form a shape you if you pinch it.



Voila! Now you're ready to hand shape them to the desired shape. You could use a cookie cutter, but that is so 5 minutes ago *bitchy tone*. Shaping it yourself also allows your mom to believe you when you deny that you bought it from the local Coffee Bean! Just kidding. Ha ha ha.

Egg wash every scone with the one egg. To egg wash is to not, I repeat, NOT to dip every scone into the egg but rather just to spread or better yet brush a little egg on the top for colour purposes. I think. Anyways! Bake it for 15 minutes at 200C, but constantly watch over it as thickness varies from each person. Mine may be thicker than yours. Oops!

So you have to watch over it. Damn this is boring. What do you do? Remember the excess egg from the eggwash?..



Ta da! Omelette le francais!



Check on it once in a while to make sure the tops are browning at just the right times, it's not spreading out too much which could lead to it committing suicide in the form of breaking into two, and also the texture.



Just before you think it's done, cut out a small piece and examine the texture with your eyes, if it looks like a dense muffin then it should be ready in another 5 minutes or so.



Now it's done! Keep it in the oven, with it turned off of course, until when you wanna serve it. In the mean time..



Make Buy a nice and fancy card..



Make some adjustments to it since you bought a card for the wrong occasion..

.. and go to sleep knowing you won't wake up before your mother does, but try anyway...

*zzzz*

*Beep beep beep*

...

O__O! It's noon already, told you you won't be able to wake up. Or at least I couldn't. Quickly! Move swiftly toward the staircases, stealthing yourself from your angry mother watching the TV while expecting some form of thank you since it's her day*. Heat up the scones at 100C for 5 minutes.

Serve with strawberry jam and the card. Come back half an hour later and find out that you put too much baking powder so it tastes like the yellow noodles in mee goreng mamak which clearly has too much sodium bicarbonate in it. But she'll still say it's nice of course, you did make it what.

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This is a tribute to mothers out there, always know that your children are forever cracking their heads to surprise you, just that you don't see it because we're bad at surprising the old folks. Nevertheless, we still have intentions to make you happy, feel appreciated, and know that making us wasn't a waste of money, time and effort.

Happy Mother's Day, Mother!



*Caution, this is just an assumption, not every mother expects something for Mother's Day and this sentence was created merely to fullfuill the empty black box you would see if it were't there.

Another Offical AOAS Guide

Top 5 Reasons Why You Should Not Hump A Kitchen Door

5. You cause a radio scramble from the stuck-with-nowhere-to-go 40 year old lady lecturer whom is a Doctor that speaks with only one third of her mouth open reminding me what a 'Praline' is according to the Oxford English Dictionary for Theasis Writers to jam all AM and FM devices within a 50 kilometers radius.

4. "It looks like nobody's going for lunch now!"..

3. You cause everyone in the kitchen who has maths class in another half an hour to be lazy to attend the class resulting in 90% of the people who were in the pastry kitchen to attend the class only half an hour late.

2. Suddenly only people with life insurance could go in and out of the kitchen, since the chances of the glass door breaking on you while you're beside it is 70-30, NOT in favour of you, thankyouverymuch.

... and the number One reason why you shouldn't hump the door is...

1. You cause the forces of nature to push Aniq to help hold the door, which he of course won't wanna do for long after which he will call me over, ask me to check is the door heavy or not and then walk away when I say "no" while holding the door in this state..



Hahaha.. Nah, I'm just kidding Vincent, don't PMS and run around in your wet undies at college aite? Credits to him for sponsoring, and causing the incident xP Oh Paula too. I mean, not underwear, the whole heav.. Uh.. holding the.. Arr.. Nevermind!

Just got back from class at the college of potatoes. Literally and technically, I'm telling you the truth. Today morning was production and I'm surprised how this was Group 2's worst week among the rest, but we managed to capture 22 out of 30 marks still and have more than enough of the minimum target sales for Le Biatch.. Props!

But about the whole potatoes thing, literally I'm referring to the lazy buggers in my college. I don't get how some of them don't clean any shit up, don't help anyone cleaning their shit up and they can live with that sad fact while walking around doing nothing but making noise, hitting on girls, guys, etc.. Oh, and the technical part is that Taylor's is probably to date the only college to ask a whole Potato Board to come and give a lecture on US Potatoes which bears, to me, absolutely no taste difference at all in contrast to Chinese/Thai/Timbuktu potatoes.

Enough with that though, ranting is no good for health anyway.

Applied Tech was fun, yet hectic. Scallops for starters (extras which I never got to touch, thanks a fluffing lot Vincent for mengKBBCCBkan my appetite, no wonder la somebody dont wanna yamcha!) and seabass for main. Scallops wrapped with beef bacon, supposedly topped with froth from a godknowswhat bean sauce and a balsamic dressing on the side. I liked Ckin and Elaine's. I mean the sauce la you infidel, silence!

The fish was supposed to be court moullement-ed and served with red and white wine sauce. Veggies on the side, blablabla the usual bullshit you get from a fine dining meal. Last minute inspiration to toast the lemon peel wrapped around a cylinder as garnish worked well, chef liked it, wee~! Though he made some modifications at the last minute but who cares, it looked nice! Maynard just updated his blog with pictures but didn't include mine.. LAMELAMELAMELAMEFLUFFINGLAME~!! Incase you didn't know, court moullement means to cook it in it's own stock quickly, as in very little stock. Results from the pre-seared fish was nicer than me and Jon's, which was immediately courts mammoth-ed due to lack of time.

All in all I find that Maynard is easier to work with, because our channel of working can be tuned to work toward the same direction, whereas with Jon we can't really read each other's minds that well yet. Maybe it's the whole culture shock between group 2 and 5 thing, haha! Plating from my behalf sucked like hell as usual, boring ass lump of mashed potato making the main item look like a condiment and everything else beside it. Boooring. Gonna go get a new plate from the same shop soon, this time square and a platter for main. Retail therapy for guys! (who likes cooking)

Vincent used all my kitchen towels.

Made some lemonade (quoideneufquoideneufneudequoiv!) at the end of class for anyone who's interested, recipe getting better! Might end up mass producing lemonade or something, and proceed with making water fountains that dispense lemonade, then kitchens all over the world can quench their thirst instantly with just half a lemon and half a cup of sugar.. (I can imagine someone going LAME LAME LAME!! *with the L at the forehead*)

Who knows what we'll become in the future, but there's one thing I know and that is I can't wait to find out! Where am I going you ask? An answer such as 'wherever God takes me' you shall receive.

Sekian terima kasih.

My turn

Ya ya, laugh it up all you bald or hairy people out there, I know this ghost town's last visitor came by 2 months ago and that was me, so spare the jokes and reminders on how diligent I am, cause I know already.

Anyways, it was going to happen sooner or later, and since I'm on a staying up spree in conjunction with 'lets finish my assignment bloody last minute' day, I thought hey! why not kill an hour putting up a really, really long blog. Trivial fact, did you know that at one time readers actually found rant and complaint blogs humorous? No shit.

Any, if not all bloggers should know that once you've lost readership, it's mighty hard to get them back, so I figure after doubting my own self for the past 3 draft posts, I'd try a new genre of posting, but surfaces the great question.. What? If you ask me, I honestly have no idea yet, and at 3.20AM I'm not exactly the most productive person on earth. Heck, I'm less productive than a hippo during daytime what more now.

So I reached for my closest best friend, the Rebel and dug through my CF card in search of interesting pictures from the near past only to find my photos from the Thailand trip. So I dug my whole lappie and found a couple of noteworthy pics which I thought I'd just share as a sorry excuse for a blog update.



Ahh yes, I still remember this day. This was indeed the one and only day where I became an instant millionaire. Why instant? Because it didn't take me much, only RM430 of my own savings and a visit to the cash converter did the trick. Yes as you may be able to guess, those are rupiahs, the epitome to all financial jokes. No offence.



This photo was quite recently taken, infact just 2 months ago during my trip to Thailand that I mentioned above. This particular block here is labelled by the locals as downtown Chiangmai, but I personally would like to re-label it to downtown London because everyone there appears to be either British or Scottish and you can't tell the difference between the two anyway!



Hehe, I still remember this one, during my group's IT project where we had to build a website and was having the profile photoshoot in the library when I spotted these 3 personalities. I barely knew their names back then, but who would've known that in a year they would grow to be my close friends and I am even a punching bag to one of them, guess who? =) Oh, and I don't need to mention how much the serious guy, Kee Shen changed in terms of size already since then, Fitness First quality wei!



This is Chris Pfeiffer, was and still is an idol to me but not because of his 'dangerous positions' and I'm not talking about the one involving another person. I actually asked him a question during his QnA session after his riding, "are there any stunts which make you feel doubtful?" to which he answered "yes.. telling my wife about the new one I just came up with". Been my hero ever since.



These would be my F&B lecturer, Mr Danial Yong and Mr Suhaimi. Mr D's now better known as Papa thanks to him being the head for the Industrial Training reports. Goes to show what fathers do best, take complaints from their children. I've always wondered why doesn't he smile other than the time someone screws up a service or when he teases someone else. Another serious guy perhaps? Mr Suhaimi, well, he has his moodswings. For the sake of stating the obvious, this photo was taken well after his last period, lol!



At the KL International Tattoo, a drum major and his band doing a protocol salute during the Negaraku. This was the first time since I was 9 years old that my dad brought me and just me along to these kinda events, and the last one that I was talking about wasn't even an event, it was a carnival by the beach. So you can probably tell how nostalgic I was when I looked at him cheering the air forces (he's an ex-pilot) on like how an American dad would cheer his favourite football team on beside his adolescent son during their first father-son day out.



F1 2007 Testings at Sepang. This photo may not seem alien to some of you as it was posted up before, but I find it extravagant to be able to witness such a sight and photograph it. Trust me, it looks like a small fire, but when you really get in there and see it yourself you feel like running for cover in fear that the car's going to explode to badly it's wheels are going to fly towards you and take your head along with it.



Back in the days. Too peaceful, and too effecient. Still are! Group 2 of DC27, I can guarantee you, people are going to miss our internal co-operation skills.



Sunset in Phuket, back in 2006 before college started. To date, the most (to me) outstanding yet accidental photo I've every snapped. I knew jack crap about settings back then and just turned the dial to A and rolled for a random shutter, and got this. Felt like I won the lottery considering the last 250 pictures I snapped potrayed that I was either on a planet too far away from the sun and with no electricity or I was plain taking a photo of the sun heads on.



A very shocking day that still haunts me. The before and after, too quick of a job to describe, it's as if they used magic to get in and get it. Paranoia still not yet forgotten, memories still not yet lost. I was alone, the clock just struck Chinese New Year day and it wouldn't start. The blasphemy, the second the clock struck midnight I was already giving angpaus away to people.



Cocoa art at FHM last year. Resembles a kind of mermaid or so, found itto be quite eye catching but is it me or was it the only cocoa art that was melting? You decide.



Last year's Super GT, the starting grid and the lights just went green. The fun and pain in the ears it brought to me, proved even more that cars are a part of me which can't be taken away, was enjoying every minute of it.



I like this photo the most, though it bears almost nothing whatsoever. I like how the photo makes me imagine just how big things could be. Anyways, I was also intrigued by how small a big ship could look from just about 2 kilometers away. This picture was taken from the other side of the Penang island, and the view is just to the immediate left of the island from where I was at, and shortly after this was taken a heavy storm decided to pass by. Ever wondered how big the universe was again? I'd start with a blank canvas which is black in colour if I were you.

Ah well, that's all, nothing much this time around, just wanted to make sure and satisfy some of the not so satisfied parties that I'm still blogging, just have much lesser spark and inspiration on what to write about. I would climb on the teasing Sherryna boat but Jon and Maynard perfected it too well that it would make me look like a plagiarizer to do it. Give me some time folks, seriously.

Regards