The Moments of Jming

This Year CNY

2012-01-31T19:18:00.000+08:00

The first taste of being away from home during such important festival of the year, it was a strange feeling, neither was I happy nor particularly sad. But to be able to experience Bangladesh during such times of the year, makes me appreciate my life more, my family and friends especially the love ones.

As I was on the plane crossing through a different time zone, many thing came through my mind...I sat looking out the airplane window and there the uncontrollable thinking starts...

This year CNY, is a portal to the future as well as a time warp that brings me back to the past. I looked forward to a better future as I embrace the year of the dragon, I felt good, this is my year as I was born in the year of dragon, 24 years has passed without notice, it was indeed a journey. Looking back, like a time warp I was consumed into a black hole where images of the past moving in fast flowing motion all within a glance and I wasn't alone, of all those images that flew past there were my parents, my relatives, my childhood friends, the girlfriend, the buddies, and the bros. It was a blessing to have them in my life, no matter how I am truly grateful and in debt to those people that came in and out of my life.

This year CNY, I received a lot of red packets, but for the first time in my life I realized the true meaning of it rather than merely receiving it for the sake of the benefits enveloping by it. I didn't opened any till now, I felt grateful for those who had given it to me even without my presence. This year I wanna do something better with it, to extend the wishes from those who care for me to some others.

This year CNY, I still hated to go house visiting, and I don't know why...

This year CNY, I hope all of us embrace the new year with wisdom acquired from the past and do something good for yourself and others.

An Afternoon Stroll

2012-01-23T20:25:00.000+08:00

Took an afternoon stroll around the fences of the power plant, for a brief moment I felt like I was a prisoner, living behind bars and was only allowed to have limited freedoms. But I was wrong when I looked outside the fence. There I saw and hear things that makes me sorrow, guilty and sorry for both myself and the people out there. First I felt sorry and guilty for myself, for being an asshole who doesn't appreciate things and be grateful with whatever that he already has, a person who easily forgets. Second I felt sorry for the people living on the other side of the fence, for having to live in such poor condition, nothing close to the meaning of comfort when comparing to my current situation.

I saw two men, squatting at the back of the kitchen, scrapping left over foods from the container, they hold the rice in their hands like precious gold, keeping the good ones for their family while they ate those that are dirty. My heart sank for a brief moment, and I started to have teary eyes as I walked further. I felt really mad about myself at that moment, for being weak and helpless on that situation. The weather was cold and all they were wearing was broken clothing with a dirty cloth wrapped around their head and neck to keep them warm.

As I walked further, a bunch of kids crowded in front of the fence, reaching their small hands through the fence, shouting 'Mister, have money?'I felt bad for them, but I didn't do anything..I just stood there till the commotion comes down, and those that realize they aren't getting anything left the scene while some left over standing asking question like where are you from? why are you here? I took out my camera and took a picture of them, hoping to keep as a remembrance and also as a reminder for myself of the people here.

We were all born in this world the same way, but not all of us are being treated the same way. The world might seems to be an unfair place, but when you see how this people actually live, your problems might not seem that big anymore. Always be grateful with what you have, there are always a person with a bigger house, a better pay, a better career etc, but also think there are more people having worst place to live, doesn't have a job and are living day by day.

A kind reminder for all of us this new year:

Be grateful with what you have and you will be happy.

Dhaka Bangladesh The Place You Wanna Be

2012-01-19T02:24:00.000+08:00

This morning i was sipping tea, and eating my favourite roti canai at my peaceful old town. This evening i was on a plane eating standard airplane food with chicken and curry, this night i arrived in the Shajalal international airport of Dhaka, Bangladesh. An international airport that are infested with mosquitoes, broken roof, damage floor and pretty much fail in all categories in defining a good international airport. I didn'tt even bother to look at the toilet.

So where have my adventurous scouting spirits gone? Ahh fuck it.. I lost everything the moment I step on the car and headed out from the airport, heck i even nearly crap my pants. First I was driven by a van with a big natural gas tank at the back, that seems like it could explode in any moment of time, second was the worst traffic i had seen thus far ever since I was born.

Why spent Billions of dollars to shoot a movie like Fast and Furious 5 in mexico, when one could spent may be 0.1 of that amount to shoot the exact same thing in Bangladesh and possibly even dangerous, even furious and even more crazier. To do stunt with a good car, is good, but to do stunt with a 30 year old van with paper thin body is a whole new level... owh wait to make things more interesting, try add 5 people inside the car along with 5 luggage that weighs 25 kilogram each, driving with speed, cutting line, driving through sharp corner with great spit, dust flying, fogging, basically a blinded view and still manage to reach the power plant safely... Is either the driver is James Bond or God is really watching over me.

For the whole 2 and a half hours journey, I had experience more than 10 times of near death experience. Close encounter with buses, lorries, cyclists, cars, cows... that heart stopping moment that makes you wanna cry for mama and promise to be a good boy from now onwards.

I'm writing this in a hostel room in the power plant, the only thing that makes me happy was that the internet works and a pretty decent connection. For now I prayed that my following days here would be smooth and i can go home safely to be with my parents and I promise I will never ever complain a word about traffics and road condition in Malaysia anymore.

Lunar New Year 2012

2012-01-07T09:20:00.000+08:00

Is that time of the year again, where children are happy and parents are worry, especially during the bad times when the economy is in a slump, definitely a hard deal to put a smile on your face. But then again, when you think about how fortunate you're for still being here alive, close to your family members and friends, sitting at the same table and having a meal together, then the things about buying a bigger house, nicer clothing, more money in the bank etc seems a little less important as compare to the idea of family, joy, love and celebration.

For many of us who are born in 1988 which was the year of dragon, congratulations we had survive another 12 years, definitely a breakthrough for most of us, especially for those who graduated and started working this year. No matter where you're, how you might be, I wish you a bundle of joy, happiness and a healthy body in the long road ahead. For those who can't get back to celebrate Chinese New Year with your family members including myself, please remember to give a call back home to your parents.

Lastly, a reminder for everyone including myself, always be grateful of where you're and what you have now, do not take life for granted, your relationship for granted, your good friends around you and most importantly your family members. Work will never ends, money will never be enough and your clock will always be ticking but you will never know when it stops.

Lastly a very Happy Chinese New Year to everyone and may your 2012 be bless with happiness, joy and good health.

人总要学会快乐一点，知足常了过新的一年。

Happy 2012 Everyone!

2012-01-04T11:21:00.002+08:00

First of all... Happy 2012 everyone, may your new year fills with laughter and joy and most importantly a healthy body and a sound mind that propels you to achieve greatness in life.

I was meant to write a summary on 2011 but I'm late for the same reason as always, I let time slides off the tip of my hand, procrastinating and constantly thinking there will be time tomorrow, definitely a bad habit that's hard to break, so as unbelievable as it is, I'm still going to say it...' I WILL BREAK THIS BAD HABIT IN 2012.' There I said it.. and whether it works or not, that's for future me to worry about.

2011 was a fast changing year of my life, the transition point from a student to a working adult, from near bankruptcy to a healthy stable income within weeks. It was also a year with joy when I graduated from the University with a distinction, a sense of pride and joy being able to repay my parents for raising me up. The start of 2011 was full with curse when I have gotten the news about addition of extra semester due to the failure between the University as well as the accreditation from BEM. It is also a year where I relearned that as a student, your time of graduation is not the up most concern of the University as well as BEM accreditation board, or in simple terms 'if you're a nobody, no one cares about your shit..'

Nevertheless, that extra semester has given me the freedom and time to do well in my studies but having fun all around. I conquered mount Kinabalu, road trip up north and down south, experiencing food, meeting up with friends that I never knew I would.

2011 was a turbulence times, infested with natural disaster, civil war, demonstrations and not to forget economic crisis in US as well as Europe that affects the world or its population in many different ways. 2011 was also a crazy time for me, bankruptcy due to excessive travelling and food, stressful time trying to meet the datelines and produce a quality work for my final year project, skipping classes like nobody business and finally my unofficial graduation on 9th September 2011, a special day, a new beginning, a renaissance for me.

My short freedom was lifted when I arrived at the receptionist desk at the lobby of CP Tower, reporting duty with Siemens and there it goes, the beginning of the next chapter of my life, a potentially crazy one. The end of 2011 marks a good ending of a great year, with me coming back from Philippines after my first assignment, meeting up with relatives and friends, spending quality time with people I care and also not forget to mention the arrival of an extra family member, my Pitbull Sky and countdown at my new home in PJ with my fellow housemate whom I have known by heart for the past 6 years now that I care and cherish for having them around, and also meeting up with cool friends whom attended the party.

2011 was definitely a good year for me and it might not end with a blast but definitely the joy and calmness are what I enjoyed the most.

Looking forward to a great new year ahead and wishing everyone a very happy new year once again~

Till then~ Take Care!

Mr.Worldwide~

2011-12-28T09:33:00.003+08:00

You know how it is like, that you always wish for something since you're young but you never get it, the frustration and desperation, and through time you have almost given up hope, especially when you got a new job that requires you to fly all around and you clearly know you wouldn't have time for it. So you learn to self soothe, watching movies about it, going around the park seeing someone with it and being jealous, and keep telling yourself someday you will realize it but you know you never will.

Christmas came early for me, of course there's no white snow flakes, and the unbearable coldness, but a gift from Santa, not underneath the Christmas tree but at the front car porch, a white and black dotted Pitbull waiting for me. I name it 'Sky' to remind me of him everytime I'm up in the air.

I'm deeply grateful to my uncle for being a kind Santa this year, of course the original intention was to have the Pitbull placed at my mom's store as a watchdog, but for me is fine as it is the perfect arrangement since I'm not being able to take care of him all the time.

So everyone I would like you to meet Sky~ 3 months old, freaking 10 kilos, afraid of crossing the drain and a near fanatic towards my mom's broom.

Taal Volcano @ Batangas Province Philippine

2011-12-09T16:28:00.001+08:00

The weather is a little crazy in the Philippines this time of the year, I could have just stayed in the hotel and not step a foot outside, but I didn't and all because I wanted to see an active Volcano with my own eyes. The whole journey took about 2 hours and it was raining all along, even fogging along the way up the Highlands of Tagatay, and throughout the journey I was praying... praying for the rain to stops and the sun to shine.

As though God is testing my patience, before allowing me to seeing His Creation, the journey there was never easy especially when we arrived at the shore of Taal Lake, we were basically being toyed by the relentless wave in Lake Taal, being tossed left right and the occasional 'light sprinkle' of water in your face that causes much sharp pain as though a needle is piercing right at you. The only thing we relied on was the wooden made 'Bangka' that was fighting through the waves and life jacket that didn't seems to fit me right!

It was a big sense of relief when the Bangka arrived on shore, and from there onwards it was a hike up the crater on horseback which was pretty fun, and the only thing that worries me was whether the horse is going to hold my weight and even if it does, it might faint halfway through the journey and I don't wanna fall right into the valley.

As I'm closer to the crater, the sky gets brighter, everything seems to clear up a little with every steps up, I stopped for awhile to take in the amazing view of Lake Taal and enjoy the chilling breeze that comes kissing the face and brings away my worry. It was amazing and it made me realize how much I enjoyed nature despite going through all the suffering journey, it was the painful process that makes the fruit taste so sweet.

and the moment I reaches the top, God is preparing me a nice hot bowl of Sinigang that I won't be able to finish forever~

Isaw Isaw @ Batangas Night Market

2011-12-08T19:00:00.001+08:00

There could be a million ways to experience the culture of a foreign land, and FOOD is definitely one of the best ways. From food, we learn about history, we learn about the likes and dislikes of the locals as well as through food we bond and make new friends.

Walking down the streets of Batangas made me realize how similar we are despite all the differences, and through that we found a common ground, 'the joy of food' where we can chat and talk about all day long and from there it always leads to more understanding and knowledge on how the local lives!

Sitting by the road side and simmered under the joy and laughter of the locals that are enjoying food, drinks and talks with their close friends and family, especially during this end year, where the Christmas lighting is up and music is on. It feels damn good blending in with the locals~ and that's the way I like it.

Walking around the Plaza with Sally and Christine a mother and daughter combo that knows where all the good things are is definitely a bliss, giving me a peace of mind and has no worries of having some mystery meat inside my mouth.

Isaw Isaw is what seems like intestines, stomach, liver from chicken, cow, hog etc marinated and skewed by bamboo stick and placed over hot charcoals till it sweats! It is mostly a love or hate relation from most of the Malaysian but when it comes to Philippines, I guess generally all the people love eating it, from old to young, pretty to ugly, sexy to fat, people are sitting there under the not so bright street lights, enjoying a few sticks of Isaw Isaw, some couldn't even wait till it got served at the table! I'm loving it, enjoying every single sticks of it, is indeed at times is the simplest the food that brings the most joy~

Jeepneys and Tricycle in the Philippines

2011-12-06T23:08:00.001+08:00

ahhh... I'm definitely too big to sit comfortably in the Tricycle. It was my first time taking this cute, noisy and bumpy public transport in the Philippines, a million thanks to Sally and Christine for extending such warm hospitality towards me as they knew that I have long wanted to experience the public transport here especially the tricycle and the Jeepney.

Riding the tricycle was definitely fun, especially along bumpy roads, any more jumpy my head will hit right through the roof! Didn't manage to get any pictures thou as the ride was bumpy and it wouldn't make sense to get all blurry pictures.

Love the Jeepneys as they never fail to excite me with customize deco on both the interior and exterior. 'Para po' is what you should said when you needed to stop.

The one that I got on to has an interior decorated like a Thailand Night Club, a running mirror on the top, with yellow and red neon lights by the side. I wouldn't be surprise if there's a Thai Girl show going on the Jeepneys. Is definitely a fun thing riding the Jeepneys, do experience it if you are here in the Philippines.

Bathtub

2011-12-04T22:30:00.001+08:00

There's a bathtub in my bathroom, which I couldn't be bothered using it... Sometimes when I am brushing my teeth during the day or night, I was always looking at it, imagining that it works like a dispenser machine but instead of dispensing coca cola, it dispense hot girls wearing bikini lying inside in the tub waiting for me to join them.

Tonight I was brushing my teeth again and when I looked at the bathtub, the dispenser thing kicks in again but instead of hot bikini girls, this appeared instead.

I bang my head on the door, drank two dozens of San Miguel and slide two sleeping pills down my throat just so I can sleep and hoping that I won't wake up like this in the morning...

I swear I wouldn't go near to bathtub again...

~the end~

JorJanes @ Batangas City Philippines ( Philippines' version of Spare Parts Soup)

2011-12-04T12:49:00.001+08:00

I was bored sitting in the office while waiting for the workers to finish up their job before I can proceed with the final inspection, a sudden called from my supervisor asking me if I'm interested to go for some 'Goto'. Without knowing what the fuck that was, I said yes.

So we headed out from the power plant, a short drive later we parked and entered a small shop named Jor Janes along the road, with big pots cooking on burning charcoals at the front and the shop was made from a combination of wood and bricks and was painted apple green on the exterior, a cozy space inside, with wooden tables and chairs.

Seconds later, I was greeted by a bowl of steamy, hearty soup along with Beef and spare parts. Ahhhh... so this is called 'Goto' the Philippines style of spare parts soup.

The broth was amazing, a slight soury flavor and spicyness like a mild version of tomyam or nyonya laksa in Malacca, a little more watery but the taste was perfect, sprinkle with a little spring onions and fried red onions for that extra fragrance.

Nothing beats a warm hearty soup with tender and juicy beef and spare parts inside, giving you the energy and satisfaction for the rest of the days. Amazing taste to compensate for a boring day at work, not too bad and I'm definitely coming back again for more next time.

Sweet Philipine

2011-11-27T09:09:00.001+08:00

I have to say the Filipinos really has a sweet tooth, they are basically coating everything with sugar, peanuts with sugar, banana with sugar, cake with sugar, even sausages! The only thing that I have yet to discover is sugar coated with sugar, but I'm pretty sure I will find that somehow if not I'm sure they are on their way there. I wonder if they would die a day without tasting sugar, despite that the food is really great here, the dessert just got to be careful not over consume or else I will have to book a double seat on the flight back home!

Here's some of the things that I have tried over the past few days,

Nilupak, is made from plant that is ground into flour and made into a afternoon snack along with peanuts and sugar. It taste like Apam in Malaysia but a little more sticky in texture.

Toron, is a fried roll with Banana and Nangka inside. Sweet~

Cassava Cake, is made from the same plant like Nilipak, sticky in texture, caramelize on the top, a sweet cake, nice to go along with coffee.

and here's my lunch, the sausage is known as Longganisa and stuffed with Baboys and it taste a little too sweet for my taste of sausages... the first bite was awesome but for 5 Longganisa you will start to worry if you get diabetes.

Restaurant F.Baylosis Batangas Philippines

2011-11-25T09:22:00.001+08:00

Life is pretty good here in the Philippines, excluding the 11 hours a day 7 days a week work. The people here are really friendly, and I am in good hands under the care of Siemens Philippines Office. All those concerns before this seems meaningless now as I'm really enjoying myself here, especially the food!

What's there not to like about extremely crispy deep fried pork leg that is so addictive even just a tiny bite, even great if goes long with chilled beer. Tear off a little, and dip it with soy sauce, chili, garlic and vinegar, enjoy the crisp, fragrance of seasoning, and combination in texture from crispy skin, to tender juicy meat. It was love at first sight... missing every moment about you my Crispy Pata~

Sinigang, is a kind of soup or stew, sour in taste serves as good appetizer, The soup comes with all types of vegetables, long beans, tomato, onion etc along with meat such as seafood, chicken or baboy~

Not forgetting Chap Choy, mix fried vegetables, thin seasoning of soy sauce, fresh vegetables, to balance all the Baboy that I am eating.

and not forgetting to wash down all the food that I eat with a bottle of San Mig Light. Best light beer in the Philippines.

Restaurant F. Baylosis Batangas is definitely a good place for dinner with friends and families, good atmosphere around the area, good services and not forgetting there are Karaoke rooms available, the people here loves singing and they can really sing well. You can either dine inside the restaurant or alfresco style dining, to enjoy the breeze from the Philippines.

A Sneak Peek on Makati Manila

2011-11-22T09:22:00.001+08:00

The beautiful skyline of Makati, Manila is getting me excited, is a regret that I didn't get to visit the place when I reached the airport as I need to travel down to Batangas. Amazing view from far, and I couldn't help but be amazed on the scale of the city and its development, a total city vibe and immediately you know that's where all the cool things are.

Feeling insecure being at the other side of the road, I turned my attention to the view outside, my driver was cruising at high speed along the unbelievable long 'Skyway', the sky was exceptionally clear with stars shining brightly from the top, the Jeepneys along the streets were not shy in showing off their customize exterior, colorful neon lights from the advertising billboards all along the way, a truly modern city. I can't wait to visit Makati during my break after work from Batangas.

Kumusta! Greetings from Philippines

2011-11-21T11:03:00.001+08:00

Here's a little encounter that I have on my journey to Philippines...

I was sitting in the plane with headsets on playing songs from Olivia Ong to help me sleep through the journey, it was dimmed and dark in the cabin with a flashing red light from the wing's tail, the environment was smooth, calm and relaxing.

There she was sitting by my side, with her smooth long hair, fair looking face, thin and long eye brows, and big round eyes, petite in size, wearing a white dress with a black scarf, from the way she speaks it was soft along with a little bit of shyness, her cheek blushes when she laughs, a total Asian beauty the best of both world a mix of Chinese and Filipino.

We had a brief conversation before the plane touch down at Ninoy Aguino international airport... I didn't pursue further as I knew deep down this was and shall always remained a brief encounter. We said goodbye at the arrivals hall when I saw my driver waiting for me out there... Not a bad way to start my journey in the Philippines.

Till then~ Osige, bye~

When the Life of Skipping Classes End

2011-11-09T21:10:00.000+08:00

Life turns autopilot ever since I started working at the beginning of October. I couldn't remember a thing during the past month as everything happened so quickly within a limited frame of time. I remembered travelling a lot for the past month, up North and down South, like a ball being thrown here and there, living like a nomad with an ever ready suitcase well equipped with clothes, tools and equipment, uniform that could last me for at least a month or more in a foreign country.

They say I'm living the dream, travelling around experiencing the world, I say yeah... but sometimes certain things are better to remain in wonderland. I'm living the life where everyone hopes for but no one actually likes it when it actually happens in real life. I'm saying this because travelling extensively, sometimes up for months from one job site to another without resting in between can be pretty fuck up, I use to champion a life like this, earning good money, flying around constantly meeting new people and culture but I soon realize the 'Oh No' moment when one leg is already on the puddle.

Is not exactly as fun as imagined because :

1. Being a service engineer, I pretty much says goodbye to my personal life as I wouldn't know what's coming up next and always fuck up when it comes to making plans.

2. Power plants don't usually built around the cities, it is either near the beach at the outskirt or at a middle of nowhere, so if you're thinking of visiting the cities after work you're pretty much out of your mind. Sometimes if you're lucky you get the job site nearby the beach, where you get greeted by the breeze during lunch break but that's as far as it goes. If you're unlucky somehow you get sent to a job site at the middle of nowhere, or a war prone area and get completely locked down inside.

For the past month, I have been trying my best to adapt the working life, constantly brainwashing myself that I actually have to work when I'm having trouble waking up in the morning. It has been rather difficult for me as the path I chose wasn't exactly the standard 9-5 job where in most cases, you have a desk, a proper chair, with colleagues around you, and gets to go on lunch break at the right time. The life of a service engineer can be pretty drastic, yesterday you might be fucking busy trying to meet the schedule, getting fuck by customer pushing you to get the job done and today you might be on standby waiting for the customer to rectify their own problems, waiting for equipment containers to arrive a slow day which does not necessarily translate to a good day as being a service engineer you have the constant fear and worry what might hit you next, even during the calmest day, a small thing can fuck you up so badly, so we never ever try to mention 'hey today is pretty good/smooth/great' as we are so afraid to jinx it.

Despite being thrown like a ball, no life, checking in and out of hotels, like a nomad, away from the comfort zone, I'm grateful for being where I'm today and especially grateful to my supervisor who is willing to take the risk in employing a young graduate with zero experience and has no fucking idea what he is getting himself into, provide him with training, coaching and dumping money on him, in hope that he will one day be productive. I'm hoping that in 10 years from now I will earned enough experience to be delegated elsewhere and having the same passion like my supervisor does.

Kuih Keria Hj. Jalil Limbongan @ Malacca

2011-10-01T22:33:00.000+08:00

While many is in love with Dunkin Donuts, J.Co, Big Apples... I find myself craving for our local delicacy, Kuih Keria. Kuih Keria is our Malaysian version of Donut, made from sweet potato, deep fried and coated with crispy, sugary crust that creates the best contrast to the soft and lovely sweet potato ring.

One of the best tea time snacks for the locals... no matter breakfast, morning tea break or afternoon snacks, that kind of food where those having a sweet tooth will crave for.

I don't care if is a shabby old wooden stall by the roadside, I don't care if there are tonnes of vehicle passing by with their Exhaust releasing like an old man having Diarrhea... It doesn't bother me, it doesn't seems to be bothering either to the line of cars parking by the roadside waiting to get some awesome Kuih Keria. As we only live once, having a piece of Kuih Keria by the road side wouldn't harm further more is one of the best Kuih Keria seller in town.

What's not to like about life when you get to seat comfortably, sipping coffee and taking a bit of that crispy crusted Kuih Keria~ That moment when you feel that's all you need in life~ Simple and loving it.

If you're like me not worrying to much about taking in a little bit of roadside food and willing to try, then look for Kuih Keria Haji Jalil Limbongan, on the road to Klebang Kecil using Jalan Tengkera. Kept going straight until you see that old rundown wooden stall at your right.

Char Siew Rice @ Jalan Bunga Raya Malacca

2011-09-30T12:54:00.000+08:00

Good food, great vibe, awesome experience.

Good Food

Simple, Unpretentious, Commoner's Food. Great sauce, crunchy roasted pork, sweet, tasty with a little burned at the edge of Char Siu, Char Siu's BBQ sauce along with curry sauce to give that extra sweetness and slight kick in spiciness pouring it over the top of the rice makes a damn fucking good meal. I'm not joking, I like my rice wet.. real wet basically soaked in the curry, I even asked for an extra bowl of rice just for that. A small plate of onion in egg strips, to give that extra flavor and difference in texture.

Great Vibe

Sitting around with strangers, indulging in the same food that everyone loves, without words but the same expression of satisfaction when one is done.. we know we are all the same.

Awesome Experience

Crazy weather, Great Food, Warm People... and a cold sugar cane drink is the only thing I need.

Wan Tan Noodles @ Restaurant Dong Fang Malacca

2011-09-27T10:45:00.000+08:00

Wan Tan Noodles, typical food for Malaysian Chinese where people have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner or supper, such simple food yet there are vast numbers of ways to do it differently, from the sauce, the 'Char Siew' (meat), the 'wan tan' (dumpling), the 'soup', the noodles etc. And everyone of them taste differently and special in its on way. Which is why everyone has their own particular taste when it comes eating wan tan noodles.

There's this particular stall that I love when it comes to eating Wan Tan Noodles in Malacca. The only shop in Malacca that gives you 'Siew Bak' along with 'Char Siew' with thick and flavorful sauce that suits me well as I'm that kind of guy that loves strong taste of food, the noodles were served along with a bowl of flavorful broth holding three little wan tans inside, wan tans are small but the filling is succulent and tasty. The stall was run by a family, a husband and wife combo along with the assistant from their children ever since God knows how long, the stall starts selling at 9pm in the evening and towards 2 or 3am in the morning, definitely a good place for wan tan's fanatics after sundown. Price ranges from RM 4-5, apart from that the stall provides curry noodles (not bad as well), chicken feet, and some green 'choi sam' with sesame oil.

The stall is located inside an old style coffee shop known as Restaurant Dong Fang, somewhere along the road of Bukit Cina's wet market. Come early around 9pm or late after 12pm as it gets crowded especially during the weekends.

Happy Eating~ =)

Bukit Gedong Goreng Pisang Malacca

2011-09-24T18:50:00.000+08:00

Underneath that bright, intense sunlight of Malacca, there's a little shop made up of bricks and zinc roof located at the opposite of an old Chinese cemetery accommodating lazy working adults, high school students, Mak Cik Mak Cik, Pak Cik Pak Cik, and also some guy who is unemployed, too free, too boring, too hungry and on the look for some afternoon snacks to fill the tummy, kill the boredom, skip work, and to keep the jaw moving.

Behold.. the signature sinful food of Malaysia~ The locals called it 'Goreng Pisang' (Deep Fried Banana)

Crispy on the outside, lovingly sweet and tender at the inside, is that kind of food you won't get enough of, like a devil the alluring smells penetrating your senses, challenging your great wall of determination till it falls and crumble down into pieces. Without notice, your hand just reach over, take a bite, munching munching, that crunching sounds from that crispy outer layer, Opps! that's when you realize is all too late, you have succumbed to the alluring aura of 'Goreng Pisang', you're drop dead embarrassed, but you couldn't help you're hooked! 1 more 1 more... then I will stop.. but you never will.

Pairing it with a chill Icy Milo at such weather gives you the extra 101% of satisfaction. The thing I like them the most is that the food is cheap and so does the drink. It only cost me RM3.20 for just that. If you're interested, the shop starts selling at 2pm in the afternoon, drive along Jalan Bukit Gedong and you will see a shop with lots of cars and bikes park along the side, that will be the place you're looking for.

=) till then, happy eating.

The Desperate Times~

2011-09-23T01:44:00.002+08:00

I spent my undergraduate years at a deserted land mining area called Tronoh, that unforgettable place that has rooted deeply inside my heart, I remembered when cows, buffaloes used to own the street, and when you walked out from the school, all you could see was sand, a lot of them, everywhere and on the far side, is a deserted lake due to mining activities during the booming times~

At the beginning of my undergraduate years~

Closest entertainment source was disturbing your roommate, or looking out the window, watching the day turns from foggy morning with rays of sunlight shinning into your window, to night sky with bright starts above along with the chirping sound of crickets and the smell of burning mosquitoes coil.

When the long hope weekends finally arrived, I remembered walk all the way out from the campus early in the morning, just to get the earliest bus out from that God Forsaken place, I usually head down to either two places, one is the Interstate Terminal of Ipoh known as Gopeng (so that I can go back my hometown), or Shopping Mall for some weekend entertainment with my friends.

I remembered sitting at that old rusty town bus in green commonly know as 'General' or the red known as 'Ipoh Roadways' that comes with a loud noise and leave with tonnes of black smoke (almost close to a fart), sitting in that cramped bus, tumbling and swaying and tumbling, and with the addition of what I like to call the 'Mystery Scent' a mixture of smell from fruits, Nasi Lemak, Curry, Body Odor, Smokes from the engine and cigarettes, all mixed up, infiltrate and penetrate every capable sense of smell in me... and soon I passed out with my head on a free swaying motion opposing the motion of the bus, because of that my neck strained everytime when I get off that DaMn bus.

Best food that time.. McDonald. Sad to say but that big yellow letter 'M' was my symbol of happiness that time, due to depressing days of eating the same same but different 'Nasi goreng Cina, India, Melayu, USA, Tomato, Pattaya, Papaya etc..' I can't believe I ate those unspeakable food...crap.. just to keep myself alive to live day by day waiting for the arrival of weekends.. so that I can eat McDonalds...and it makes me cry a little while writing this.

Best babes to look at... my favourite next door 'Ah Lian' that wonders around Ipoh Parade (shopping mall in Ipoh)... Teenage girl wearing socks so high up that you thought they were from the hockey league, with excessive make ups and accessories, hairs with the colours of the rainbow, striking, eye catching and entertaining.

All that ended when I reached my second year in school... I got my car! and with that I concluded my desperate days in school~

Great Breakfast Option

2011-09-21T11:04:00.000+08:00

If you wake up in the morning, having an enormous hunger for food, please do not waste that hunger by eating CraP! What I meant by crap, is something you don't enjoy eating, something that makes you feel nothing or just for the sake of refueling. Eat something that makes you happy and satisfied, since you earned it for holding on so long since last night.

A decent meal in the morning, gives you a great start of the day, being alone at home, and having all the time that I want now, is indeed a luxury. I have the leisure of thinking what I want to eat, take out the products from the fridge, do the prep work, make my own food, sit back, relax and enjoy a great meal.

Decided to make myself some toast with scramble eggs and bacon. Gathered some fresh produce from the fridge, did some prep work, removed the inner part of the tomato to avoid over moisture, cut it into cubes, slice some spring onion to give that extra fragrance and chili for that extra kick that I love. 2eggs, well beaten, add in some salt and pepper for flavor. Heat up the frying pan with a little bit of oil and start frying the egg, stirred well and removed before it is cooked... I like my scramble egg to be almost runny and slightly moist.That left over bacon strips that sits in the fridge since last night became the perfect combination with my Scramble egg, fried it gently with a little bit of oil to avoid the strip sticking to the pan, 1 minute is more than enough to cook that perfectly cut and juicy thin strip of bacon.

And with that great meal I just made, I sat in front of the TV with 'Passage to Malaysia' on the screen.. enjoying that delicious meal of mine by pairing it with a good cup of coffee giving me the sweet sensation and slight pleasure I needed for the day and seeing Dennis Keller on the screen, my day just turned from great to Awesome~

My Room For One Last Time

2011-09-13T14:05:00.001+08:00

Towards the end of my schooling life, days were spent loitering around the room, at the cowboy town of Tronoh, the mamak stall, the old town of Ipoh, and the cinema with little show. Life was good, less worry, or in fact no worries at all, life was fantastic, I do whatever I want, whenever I want, the only problem I had was lack of money, however it was so much more simpler, peaceful and calm.

I packed my bags and was ready to go, towards the last remaining items to be move onto the vehicle, I stopped, I sat down on my bed, and enjoy the last minute of loneliness, quietness, and the sunlight that shone through the curtains of my room and created and atmosphere of blue dim light, saying Goodbye was never easy, especially something so familiar to me, something that I had known for the past 5 years of my life.

TO:

'The undersized bed that has been with me for all this while, I cherish you and I thank you for all the bruises and numbness you had cause me throughout nights..'

'The sharp end of the cupboard, I thank you for all the cuts you gave me on my right knee...'

'The cats around my block.. I thank you for giving me such joy throughout my years in school.. I'm sorry that I sprayed water, pepper, deodorant, hairspray, on you.. and also deeply apologize for throwing my slipper, my friend's slipper, my housemate slippers and some stranger slippers on you, I'm also sorry for taking pictures of you having sex with whomever she is...'

'The shower without shower heads, thank you for that chill water every morning, you never fail to wake me up and cause me to shiver in the bathroom, and that whole hard stream of water that hits on my body, just like a full body massage and I deeply appreciate that.. except that one time when it hit on my groin due to my carelessness and cause me unspeakable pain... but I love you just the same.. except I can't have sex with you....'

'The cement floor that has cracks everywhere, I thank you for making me feel like being at a sandy beach everytime I am in the room.. it will be better if it is white.. then it will be white sandy beaches for you..'

To all you live-less items.. so long Farewell.. and you will always be remembered.

I gave a call to my Dad .. ' Pa.. I'm coming home.. see you tonight while watching mooncake festival programme..' I headed out from the school and never looked back~ Bye Bye UTP.

The Morning of 9th September 2011

2011-09-10T13:17:00.002+08:00

9th of September 2011, Just like any other morning, today was no exceptional for most of the people out there, working adults stuck in the traffic on a way to work, students walking towards the school, moms to the market, and granny playing 'TaiChi' in the garden. For me, it meant a whole lot of different, the air smells extremely fresh today, even the annoying 'meow' from the cats are like a symphony, and the birds chirping outside the window makes me feel how beautiful the world has become, the 'Pak Guard' that i hated so much looks exceptionally loving today and today is just my day, as it marks an ending and a new beginning, a transition point between a final year students, to an unemployed human being. 5 and a half years in UTP soon become a walk back in the memory lane. Where the word 'used to' will come out often enough whenever we mention anything regard about UTP.

Sipping coffee in a shop called 'Kheng Heong' somewhere in Tronoh mines, life felt extremely peaceful, no more datelines at least for awhile, no more assignment, no more sudden calls from the supervisor, and the best of all no more technical paper and the only paper am reading right now is the daily news~ Looking at the juniors lining up waiting for their food, is like looking into a mirror that shows you the past, 'the what's next discussion...' ,'why the paper so fucking hard talk', 'the idiotic lecturer who gave so much work', 'where to go for holiday this coming break..', 'who's that pretty girl sitting over that table...' It all came back and hit you right at the face, constantly reminding you how much you will miss all this shit soon.

Despite all the bashing, trash talking towards the school, I have no doubt live here for the past 5 and a half years. And I do not deny the fact that, I'm just a prick, who doesn't appreciate things, constantly angry with the surrounding, blaming the whole fucking world for ending up in this shit hole, surrounded by left over mines, sands, dust, and cows for the past 5 years.. and towards the end, they started building hypermarket, cinema, and fast food restaurant.. that makes me even more angry, angry at them for not doing that sooner. However, knowing that I am leaving this place for good, does bring some sadness.. being the one who constantly go home as thou my home is just right next to the school, and who doesn't like being at all inside the room, now spend more time than I knew, lying down on the hostel room, walking around the school, and enjoy the very last moment with it.

The not so 'clean' toilet, the annoying cats around the hostel room, the bastard middle easterner who smokes 'Sisha' at the middle of the night, 'the techno and rave music from full blasted speakers', the florescent light that turns disco mode when you really need it, the annoying roommate, the pantry that are constantly full with stuffs and trash, and the refrigerator that kept things warm.... Do I wanna relive the past again? Hell no.. Do I miss it? Hell Yeah! and it will all join up to be part of a wonderful memories for me in my life journey.

To those who are still schooling, and especially if you're living inside a campus... here's some advice for you.. no matter how hard the road is, keep scolding, curse, use vulgarity as much as you like, but never give up... and till the end of the road, look back and smile. Enjoy your life being a student, do some crazy stuffs, we all have regrets, we all did mistake, but like herbal egg, the more cracks the shell has the better it taste. When you're down.. always remember you're not the only want.

Till then~ Good Life everyone~

From A Great Principal

2011-09-01T11:49:00.001+08:00

It has been nearly a month since I write something here. My bad, I had let laziness in me taken over the pilot seat. However that will not be the case anymore, as I'm finishing my studies soon, very soon.. exactly 7 more days, I will kiss goodbye to my Alma mater that has accommodate me for the past five years, and step out to the working society, using my own skills, knowledge and attitude to earn myself a living as well as producing better quality blog post. Talking about my Alma mater, there's one that has rooted deeply in my heart till this very day, which is the one and only St.Francis Institution. In life we only experience certain things for once, and growing up, learning, playing in High School is one of them, that I will never forget throughout the course of my life. Here's something I would like to share with all of you, and is from my High School principal, Mr. Ong Chong Wee.. who is now happily retired and leading the life he wanted. Seeing him again reminds me of the moments he used to lecture us in classes, when we were still young and too ignorant to listen to him.. and it seems whatever he had said has realized little by little some knowingly and some without me even realizing it from the day I left St.Francis.

Here's to all of you from a great principal whom I always look up to~

"You come to school, to get educated.
What is education?
People always say to get education
means to study and obtain good results,
but education is not just about studies.
It is also about character building,
and this school, will be the place u build that character in you.
Education is for life, not merely earning a living.
Like Mahatma Gandhi said,
there are seven sins in the world,
and knowledge without character is a sin."
"To me, life can be divided into 4 phases.
The first phase is like you boys,
learning and building a strong foundation.
Full of energy and time but not money.
The second phase is like the teachers who are teaching you,
working hard and earning money.
Full of energy and have money but no time.
The third phase is like me now,
retiring and being able to do what i love.
Full of enerygy, time and money.
And the forth phase is death.
Everybody have to experience that.
My first phase was nice.
Studying and learning.
My second phase was nicer.
Working and earning money.
My third phase is the nicest.
Being able to do what i love and dun have to work.
So you see boys,
if your first phase does not have a strong foundation,
you wont enjoy your second phase
and same goes to your third phase.
Success only comes with knowledge, skills and the right attitude."

"If you cut an apple into half,
can you count how many seeds are there inside?
Yes, you can.
If you take one of those seeds,
can u count how many apples can the seed make?
No, you cant.
You are like the seeds boys,
we never know how much potential lies in you."

Nothing is Better Than You

2011-07-26T03:42:00.002+08:00

Lying on my bed with my eyes wide open

your face I remember appear before me

that smile that I will never forget...

the smile that opens up my heart...

I can't believe I fall in love that easily...

like air.. I can't live without you...

the more I breathe the more it reminds me about you

like you have never actually left...

remain by my side..whispering to me

If this is a dream..

than I wish I will never need to wake up

and dream an endless dream

where we are actually happy being together...

Years have passed since we parted

but I can't forget about you..

cause nothing is better..nothing is better than you...

Years have passed since we parted
the love stubbornly remains...
cause nothing better..nothing is better than you~

Hakka Noodles @ MGS Ipoh

2011-07-25T17:04:00.001+08:00

A simple breakfast in the morning, lights up the rest of the day. MGS Hakka noodles.. simple but delicious. My favourite is definitely the minced meat topping over the smooth noodles. Speaking of Hakka Noodles, I remembered having the exact dish at a few different locations with a few different Hakka friends, the funny thing was the comments were the same, "Not nice lahhh.. my mom's Hakka Noodles better." That kind of comment does caught me off guard and I didn't know if I should let it slide or give a reply. If is in a joking manner than is fine.. but there are times when you could tell one is being overcritical on things.

Being proud of ones own ethnic cuisine is not wrong, but being overly pushy and constantly needing acknowledgement and confirmation is a little too much for me and it can be a little annoying at times. It kinda makes you wonder at times.. why the fuck do I have to eat with this idiot. There's definitely a better, more mannerly, gentle and mature way of giving comments. Is kinda pity at times when a good meal turns sour when there is a jackass being overcritical on things.

If there's a host, even the food sucks, one should at all times smile and give a nod even you dislike the food. Take a bite for taste as a kind gesture, and mannerly reject if the host kept pushing you for more. Of course is not a must to follow, one is always entitle to his/ her own opinion, but try being a jackass to your host, you will most unlikely to get any invitation in the future.

Ciao~

If you're thinking of giving that Hakka Noodles a try here's the address:~ (which I will upload when I get back haha)

Claypot Crab Rice @ Restaurant Rasa Lain, Ipoh

2011-07-21T18:35:00.001+08:00

I was randomly searching for food the other day, and I came across Claypot Crab Rice from Restaurant Rasa Lain. An unorthodox way of eating crabs.. at least for me. It seems like people had gone creative now, chili crabs, black pepper crabs, sweet and sour crabs is no longer the 'In' thing now in the food world.

The source gave a good review on Restaurant Rasa Lain and definitely the Claypot Crab Rice as the highlight of the review. What it did not mention was that it cost RM 57 for that particular Claypot Crab Rice... and I'm completely dumbfounded upon receiving the bill.

I was there with Sin Can, and apart from the Claypot Crab Rice, we ordered two side dishes as well, a vege and 'Lala Clamps' which pile up the bill to RM 80 in total excluding the two coconut drinks we were having. So what seems like a normal dinner turns out to be a lavish celebration with no particular occasion in our mind...

Nevertheless the food was great, the portion was way too huge for two person, maybe three would be nice. The crab was excellent, but it takes time getting use to crab meats that are dried without any sauce, unlike usual where hot chili or sweet sour sauce pouring over on the crab shells. The claypot rice was fine, the usual 'Chao Ta' smell you get from claypot which I like.. but the thing I hated was instead of having finely define bits of rice, the grains hardened hence, the rice do not get a perfect covered of black sauce overall.

'Lala Clamp' was perfect.. I love the simple steamed Lala Clamps, with sesame sauce, ginger and garlic bits. The meat was succulent, tasty and fresh. Most importantly it was wayyyyyy easier comparing to eating crabs... towards a point where I just wanna get over with my crabs and start digging in on that lovely tasty clamps. RM 15 for a plate like this, which I think is a fair deal. comparing to that RM 57 claypot crab rice I just ate.

Dry fried Brinjal.. biggest mistake considering that the Claypot was dry and the Lala Clamps have little sauce. I'm basically eating dry food that day. Not to say it was bad, but it did feel a little oily and the fried onion bits was a little too much I think.

So Restaurant Rasa Lain.. true to its name.. it did taste different but whether it taste nice it depends on your own judgement. Will I go there again? Yeah.. there's a whole lot more choice to choose from and I do believe that restaurant serve good food judging on the amount of customers that night.

Address: 69, Persiaran Medan Bercham 2, Pusat Bandar Baru Bercham, Ipoh.

Contacts: 012-5128407

Operating hours: 5-1030pm, closes on Wednesday.

Curry Noodles @ Restaurant Xin Quan Fang, Ipoh

2011-07-17T15:54:00.000+08:00

The sky has cleared, the haze were gone, the unforgiving radiation from the sun came shining brightly on this old town of Ipoh, is a boring Sunday and the only thing I had in my mind was to look for something nice to feel my stomach. Surfing online, and Restaurant Xin Quan Fang caught my attention, a half-century old curry mee stall, that is commonly known as 'ma ta liu' ( police station) curry mee as the stall was located opposite of the police station near a road junction.

The shop is fulled with people on a Sunday morning, many were out to have their brunch, a long wait of almost an hour before we were served.

A small bowl of thick, gravy curry sauce with a slight touch of mint is served up front before receiving your noodles and side dish.

The curry is thick with a spicy aroma, suits my taste as I'm a big fan of heavy food. The noodles is served together with a side dish consists of roast pork, stewed pork, chicken and beansprout, that goes really well with the curry sauce. Noodles are available in curry, dry curry and dry.

I do have to warn you that, the price is a little high, a meal for three cost about RM 29.00. =) so if you're a little tight on your budget you might wanna let this slide. However, I do recommend you to try as it is nice!

Address : 174, Jalan Sultan Iskandar, Ipoh.

Operating Hours: 730am to Noon. ( Avoid brunch hours like 10-11 as the restaurant will be packed!)

Restaurant Hong Kong @ Ipoh

2011-07-16T14:25:00.004+08:00

While most prefer chicken over duck, I on the other hand loves and fancy the tougher, juicier, oily duck, especially roast duck with crispy paper thin skin. Some hated its gamey smell, tainted in a certain ways, but when is prepared properly, duck would definitely be the choice over chicken.

Restaurant Hong Kong serves one of the best roast duck I have tasted so far within Ipoh, people come all the way for its signature crispy skinned duck that is prepared to perfection. The duck is drizzled with smoking-hot oil right before it is served to create that crispy paper-thin skin that makes it unforgettable at every bite. The homemade sauce is prepared from a varieties of herbs, that makes it irresistible..

Is definitely a place worth mentioning, a place that I would surely make a few more visit in the future...

Address: 60, Jalan Lee Kwee Foh, Caning Garden, Ipoh.

Contacts: 05-5477813

Opens from 10am- 730am.

Restaurant Sun Marpoh @ Ipoh

2011-07-14T13:39:00.000+08:00

Getting tired of having street foods? Thinking of getting a proper meal in Ipoh? There's this place called Sun MarPoh for you. Ideal place for families to sit down, have a good meal and some catching up. Crowded during the weekends and public holidays.. especially during seasons like Mother's and Father's day. Do go early, or make a reservation to avoid fighting for tables and long waiting time for food to come.

There's a long list of food to choose from which I have no idea where to begin, feel free to ask for Today's specialties or recommendation from the waiter. The food is great, good taste, nicely presented, fragrant and most importantly it falls under the affordable range, which is extremely important for a student who has no fix income like me. =) The best thing about being there is that, the non stop curiosity about what the next table is having.. everytime the waiter passed through with a dish that I had not seen before, 'is it nice?' 'owh it looks good' 'shit.. why didn't I order that?', thoughts that I find hard to control.

I'm not sure if this is the dish for everyone.. but I find it extremely pleasing. To think of it now.. is like reminiscing your past sexual encounter. Ahh.. owh dear 'Deep Fried Pork Hand' I do miss you. It serves with a slightly sweet sauce that goes extremely well together with it.

Steam Chicken covered with chicken Essense Broth, I love the strong taste, the meat is tender and juicy.. the slight saltiness from the broth that goes extremely well with rice. Fantastic piece of dish.. highly recommended for you guys to try.

Dear readers.. there should be a limit for the taste of food your taste receptor can bear within a day.. too many foods with strong taste is not good.. but my taste buds go beyond the distance that day. Seafood Asam Pedas with Lady fingers... Another reason to order for a extra bowl of rice ^^! and I'm not worrying about fucking up my taste buds.

Steam Lala Clams with ginger strips, the kind of food you can't get enough of. Sucking on by one.. trying your very best not to waste any single drop of juice that oozes out from the steaming clamps.

Steam Kam Fong Fish with Sweet Sour sauce, I wouldn't say it is the best, but it is worthy to be mentioned. the fish is fresh which is extremely important for me, the sauce adds more flavor to it and goes extremely well with rice.

1 Fantastic meal that brightens the rest of the day~

Address: 69, Jalan Lau Pak Khuan, Ipoh Garden, 31400, Ipoh Perak.

Contacts: +605-5455127.

Opens from 11.30am until 3.00pm for lunch, and 5.30pm till 10.00pm for dinner daily.

Fried Oyster @ Restaurant Yee Garden Penang

2011-06-30T13:02:00.004+08:00

Yeah I know... another post again about that stinky, smelly, salty, and ugly sea creature again (for some of you who hated tasting that shit). I just can't help it.. is an unsolvable mystery between me and that addictive bastard little sea creature. May be I was an oyster once in my past life.. or I was something else more timid creature and my whole family was being eaten alive by evil oyster. Is that kind of food that I can't get enough of and I don't know why and I don't wish to know why.. What my major concern is whether or not the current climate change will effect the growth of beautiful, fleshy, salty, shit eating oyster.

Restaurant Yee Garden near Lorong Selamat houses a stall that prepares fried oyster somewhat closest to the taste in Southern Region of Peninsular or at least my part of town in Malacca. The fried oyster is dryer, and the uncomfortably huge oyster is nowhere to be seen in the plate.. what it does have is lots of eggs and timid, shrink baby oyster I'm guessing and that's how fried oyster seller does it in Malacca. Different people has different kind of taste I wouldn't say it is the best but I think it is good enough to give it a try if you're near that area. =) Happy eating!

Tai Lok Mee 大碌面 @ Yin Fai Kee Restaurant Ipoh

2011-06-28T23:04:00.000+08:00

When it comes eating Tai Lok Mee 大碌面, most probably Petaling Streets in Kuala Lumpur is the most notable. People call it Hokkien Mee 福建面 in the Southern region and every restaurant fried it differently, some slimy, a little wet, some dry, darker or lighter in color, but overall the one thing that should not be missing is definitely the big and thick yellow noodles and of course an ingredient which I personally feel is very very important, is undoubtedly the pork fat. The magical ingredient that should not be missed and in fact with it, everything seems to taste better, it adds and brings out the flavor from others as well, it gives you the texture, the crispy and the slight oily coating on the noodles, that makes it slippery and slide straight into your mouth. Every restaurant has its own special chili paste, some comes with Sambal, some with finely chop and grind green chili, garlic, onion, lime etc.

I am pretty sure it doesn't qualify under the category of healthy food, but for the category of tasty food in Malaysia, it does have its own standing. There are a whole lot place to have Tai Lok Mee in Ipoh, but there is a place I hope you won't miss it, is called RESTAURANT YIN FAI KEE. I ain't sure if it is the best, but I am craving for it every time I think about it, yea that's how good it is.

The magical ingredient that creates wonder!

Apart from the Tai Lok Mee, the Kam Heong Lala was fantastic.. flavorful, spicy, sweet and most importantly fragrant. That kind of food that makes you forget about table manners, digging in with your hands, sucking licking every bits of it. Damn!

Yin Fai Kee Restaurant located at Jalan Yeong Sin Nam in Ipoh, starts during the evening and till late night. Be there early, avoid rush hours and public holiday, or you will have a long wait at the table. Have Fun EATing!

About Love and ETS from Kuala Lumpur to Ipoh

2011-06-27T18:25:00.005+08:00

Deng...Deng...Deng...Denggg (Announcement from the train Conductor)

'Harap maaf train ETS akan berhenti untuk sementara di station Kuala Lumpur, disebabkan kerosakan train KTM di depan station Kepong.' (Dear Passanger, we are sorry to inform that we will have to stop for awhile at Kuala Lumpur station, due to a malfunction KTM train at Kepong station.)

Dengggg...Deng...Deng...Deng

and that awhile seems like forever to me... waiting in KL station makes me realize how old that building was, a building that seems to fade away from the memories of Malaysian as time past, KL Central and other modern building took over its place. I wonder how long can the building hold before it starts to rupture, and I told myself to come here with my camera next time.

Passengers are getting impatient inside the coach, 'Tsk tsk... yerrrr yerr' noises can be heard here and there. I am pretty anxious as well, wondering when will the train move as I have an assignment due at 5 in the afternoon. I was already late due to an accident that leads to a massive jam at Sungai Besi Toll Plaza, causes me to miss the 10.45am train.

Since nothing much could be done, I turn my attention to the 32 inch LCD screen in front of me, 'Tom and Jerry' is on. It makes me wonder how long has it been since I last saw one of this... counting back the years in the back of my mind, I feel so damn old now. The muted version of Tom and Jerry was nothing less compare to the ones with sound effect, at least it is still stupid enough to make me laugh.

The cartoon reminds me of a couple that I know, like Tom and Jerry, they quarrel often, and yet they could not live a day without each other, as life would be too boring without inflicting pain on each other. I remembered having my friend complaining about his girlfriend to me, 1 major war every half of the year, 1 big fight each month and some other smaller fights in between the weeks. It happens so often that I could predict when the next fight will be and making a betting game out of it with my mates. And every time after they fought, I will need to clear my ears and listen to him telling me the same old same old along with some words like 'bitch, fuck, and Hokkien vulgarity' which was all too normal for me.

At the beginning, I was being all nice 'chill la bro, must tolerate calm down,will be fine..blah blah' but it happens all too often and I soon gotten immune myself and there was this day after a big fight with his girlfriend; reason being, he did not pick up the phone when she called, that poor bastard came complaining to me again, and before he even uttered a word, I told him ' why not you two just break up.. may be she isn't for you after all..' I was pretty sure he was stunt I was stunt at myself for not able to keep cool. What amazed me was he started talking good about his girlfriend 'She isn't that bad lah...she takes care of me etc etc... ~'

'Err.. if that's so why the fuck you come telling me she's a bitch??'

'Err....' remains silence and lying on his bed for the next 30 minutes wondering what did he quarrel for.. 'may be I should give her a call'

'Yeah.. go go kiss and make up.. please'

The next morning, he was all good and happy, that lasted for about a week and the next fight broke out. When he came looking for me, I gave him the @.@ look and tell him to go fuck himself. What I could not understand was the relationship lasted till now and it has been more than 5 years already.. may be they are meant to be together after all, or they are too contended of having each other in their life, either way I still hope they be together till forever, just save the complains for someone else.

Story of a Final Year Student

2011-06-24T23:30:00.000+08:00

'Hey, Sorry but is it possible to borrow me another RM10? '

'Sure! Take it.. but remember to pay me back together with the RM20 that you owe me before this when you have the money.'

'Thanks..deeply appreciate'

This is a story of a final year student towards his soon ending university life...

Senior years huh...less classes to attend, more time to spare, up North down South, go East come West, constantly on the move, trying his best to go everywhere he can.. the excessive travelling which also translates into uncontrollable cash flow in the negative direction as thou water flowing out from an open tap which could not be closed. Soon wallet becomes thinner, bank account run dry. Standing in front of the ATM machine searching for the courage within to press the 'BALANCE ENQUIRY' button, he clearly knows what's left and roughly how the figure will be like, zero at the front, a 1 and 5 digit behind the decimal point, good game. Drop dead broke, a literally poor bastard.

'Fuck! why isn't the sponsorship money in yet?!' (Cursing the Sponsors but he knew deep down inside he was the one and only to be blame.) 'What was the date today?' He lifted his wrist, the watch showed 24th June.. 'Asshole you finish the money before the middle of the month.' Great.. is about time I start eating my own finger.

Phone rang (Justin Bieber 'Baby ringtone')

'Hello? Owh Ma.. how are you?'

'Am good, how about you? How's School? Enough money for food?'

'Er....er enough lah Ma enough, don't worry lah... Haha I have enough for the rest of the month.. ( punching himself as he speaks.) 'What the fuck is wrong with you... why you lie..' He was too embarrass asking money from his parents, partially regretted for lying but at least it lessen the sense of guilt.

'Ok, please take care of yourself, call home when you're free'

'Owh alright Ma..bye bye, take care.'

Hanging up the phone.. he speaks to himself..'Is about time I sell my backside..' He went back to his room, closed the curtain and locked the door.. he striped naked and looked himself at the mirror, checking his butt from the reflection of the mirror...'owh... who am I kidding with that big fat ass' Aih~ He went back lying down on his bed.. wondering what will happen tomorrow, all he pray for is that the sponsorship money will come in soon.

PS: I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT MYSELF XOXO

Things About Puduraya Bus Station

2011-06-21T01:45:00.003+08:00

At this very moment, I am sitting down at the McDonald Restaurant adjacent to Puduraya Bus Station, taking a bite of Sundae and letting it melt slowly in my mouth. I was supposed to stop myself from eating sweet stuffs, but the unforgiving weather and the taste of chill sundae melting slowly on the top of my tongue had taken over my mind. Watching out from the window, my glance passed through the walking crowds like an x-ray vision and landed directly on that light greenish building adjacent of me and thoughts started flowing into my mind.

Puduraya to me is definitely a historical landmark, that in my opinion is definitely in par with its neighbor 'Pudu Jail' which suffers a totally different fate, luck, and destiny.. that poor building was being torn down to make way for modern architecture which to me is definitely a good thing, but what I do not hope is the unforeseen 'reasons or benefits or personal interest involve' to take place. And I sure hope that Puduraya doesn't fall into the same fate as its neighbor, even thou I once curse this damn building to be taken down due to frustration. As I stood from a far and watched that building trying its best to reform its former glory.. my heart sank, I stood still for a moment staring at blanks and my mind wonders back to the past, like a movie playing in rewind.

[I stepped into Puduraya for the first time of my life and I curse myself right away. 'What the fuck am I doing here?' It was like walking into a war zone, the motto was 'Hold your Stuffs, NEver Stop Walking, Get Your Ticket, and Get The Fuck Out!' There would be people stopping you, asking your destination, holding you, grabbing you by the arm, asking you if you need a ticket, they don't quit, they want business and that's how they get it. If it wasn't because of the frequent Kuala Lumpur-Malacca trips that Puduraya offers, I swear never to take a step in that place. Sometimes if I'm lucky I would get a direct bus straight and hopped right in the moment the bus door opened, if I'm not then I'm doomed, every second wasted meant you're more expose to danger, anything could happen, theft cases, gangster, conman, crazy people, fight, lung cancer due to vehicle exhaust gases etc etc. The loud and irritating noises from Bus honks, engine sound, the 'mari mari.. Larkin larkin.. JB, Penang, Butterworth Butterworth MAriii mariii' from the counter sales person played trick with my mind. The warm and humid environment equals to 'pek cek x1000 times which then translates to 'SI BUEH PEK CEK']

Two years.. it has been two years since I last stepped into PuduRaya. The renovation that seems to take forever finally ended, and not long after the reopening of PuduRaya and there was the water leakage problem... heartache but not surprising as it was typical, if even Parlimen can 'bocor' then there's nothing more to say for a small PuduRaya, may be in the very beginning it was my wrong for putting high hopes on the wrong ones. But then again, better late then never, the new Puduraya indeed brings a lot of comfort, and easiness to many people, with the relocation of Southern buses to Bandar Tasik Selatan, it is now less jam around that area comparing to the past, it is much cleaner with proper air conditioning, enough seats to accommodate everyone, the past loud noise could no longer be heard and is being replaced by the sweet lady voice announcing the next arriving and departing buses, kiss goodbye to polluted gases as it has more air change per hour it requires with coolers and fans, and the loud engine noises is sealed away by glass panels that leads down to the boarding area.

I know how it is like buying ticket in PuduRaya.. first the human barrier you have to pierce through it, second was the loud noise that needs you to speak loud enough to make sure the sales person gets the right ticket, third you need to move out and get yourself through and away from the human barrier.Well, no worries as you will not need at all to do any of the above nowadays. With the new Puduraya, salesperson are enclosed inside rooms with a glass panel that divides between you and them, a small opening of not larger than 3 ft in width and half a ft in height, just large enough for conversation, dealing and transaction purposes. Like in the movie, when the hero walks pass the jail cell, the hands reached out between the columns and waves at you.. and over here the waves at you, for you to come over as they need business, they call you different name and mostly it applies to everyone, 'handsome, leng lui, boy boy..etc' but don't you worry as they are divided by a glass panel and as long as you're a distance away from the counter, they would not call you. Like a game, an invisible line dividing between you and them, you step over, they start waving, you pull yourself back and they stop.

While there are still rooms for improvement, nevertheless changes were being made and improvement can be seen, transporting from one place to another is made simpler, better, and more comfortable and I acknowledge the fact that hard work has and already been put in. All I hope is that it doesn't stop here, and the government should at always consider the needs for the betterment and well being of the people.

Roti Canai @ Kopitiam Otak Otak Formosa Malacca

2011-06-20T00:48:00.000+08:00

Nothing beats the comfort of being at home, like everyone else, I'm back in my hometown being with my family during this Father's day. For those who can't be at home for certain reasons, I wish you guys a Happy Father's day and to all great dad in this world, Happy Father's day to you all. As time past, things had changed, but one thing hasn't which is the love of my parents towards me and I'm sincerely from the bottom of my heart grateful to both of my parents for the love and kindness they have showered me with till this very day. I wish to be there for them at every steps when they are old just like how they took care of me following my baby steps till this very day. To all great parents may you all have a great life and happiness.

If you're thinking of a great breakfast with your dad, just the two of you, nothing too fancy, to serious that make things awkward, I know how it is like with Asian Dad and kids, certain things is hard to be said through words and may be a light gesture might be better than a thousand words. So here's a good choice for you, a great Malaysian breakfast style in the morning, a nice tasty piece of Roti Telur Bawang and a cup of coffee.

and that place is non other than Kopitiam Otak Otak Formosa, I do believe that place serve one of the best Roti Canai in Malacca.

Like usual, I would make a visit there in the morning if I am back in my hometown and it was no different this Saturday. I was there around 10am in the morning and I was kinda worry if they had already closed since business should be good and they would be selling off fast. It was a warm morning and the Kopitiam was crowded with customers from inside to outside, some were standing waiting for their takeaways. Everyone was here, like the whole world know that's the place you should go if you're looking for Roti Canai, the young and old, the rich and poor, the single and couples, they are all here in one single spot, chatting, smoking, reading the morning papers, listening to Ipod, playing with phones etc but as soon as the food arrives on their table, everyone stop instantly and start digging in without any delays.

I managed to find myself a seat at a corner inside the Kopitiam, it was drop dead warm inside but it was a good place, a good view directly at the master behind the good food that I am about to eat. The dough were knead nicely, flatten out and being swung airborne, like an artist letting it's brush fly freely but yet fully under control and his watchful eyes. The soon thin and flatten out dough was added with eggs, onions some with margarine or planta, sugar, sardine etc depending. In a swift move the dough were folded into a square and being place on that big pan with sizzling hot oil. My owh my.. I was kinda regret taking in that spot as I watched plate by plate being sent out and non was mine, the close distance with the MASTER CHEF meaning that I get to smell the fragrant Roti first hand but not tasting it. The scrumptious looking Roti was flying one by one towards me and away from me.. like a passing siren of a police patrol car.

It was the son that did the Kungfu that day, thank god the Roti taste taste exactly the same like his father had done. Guess Father's Day applies even to the Roti Canai Man, is a good news thou that his son can do well, that means I can continue eating my favourite Roti for a long long time. The Roti Telur Bawang was crispy and fragrant, it looks mouthwatering together with the gravy. I tore one corner of the roti carefully using the fork and spoon provided.. indeed the smell of onion and eggs found its way into my nostril... is that smells that makes you awake in the morning and jump up from the bed sitting in front of the kitchen table like a child waiting for that breakfast that you have been longing for. Happy eating guys and Happy Happy Father's Day. =D

Shop Name : Kopitiam Otak Otak Formosa

Address: Jalan Melaka Raya4

GPS Coordinates: N2 degrees 11.205 minutes E102degrees 15.260 minutes

Operating Hours: Monday-Saturday ( 7am-before 12pm)

Jawa Mee @ Bukit Mertajam Market Place

2011-06-16T18:51:00.106+08:00

When it comes eating Jawa Mee, you need not go to Jawa, what you need is the correct person. I knew that guy and his name is Bobby. Not Bobby Chin the famous celebrity chef that appears frequently in Asian Food Channel but Bobby Chong who's from Kuala Terengganu but was born in Penang, not from the Island but from the mainland. He is the guy you should go to when it comes eating Jawa Mee, as a matter of fact is his pride and duty to inform you that the best Jawa Mee is in Bukit Mertajam.

I was being driven by Bobby Chong in his Black Wira TT under a hot sunny afternoon.. The weather was unbearable and I was actually looking or dreading for a place with air conditioning, as his two seater Wira TT air conditioning wasn't coping with the hot weather well enough. The car was parked behind the market place and since it was already in the afternoon, the market was closed.. and there didn't seem to be much people around either. I was wrong! crossing a small drain and peeing through the brick wall crowds were busy slurping their noodles. I could smelled Hokkien Mee! owh owh.. and Asam Laksa.. owh and I saw big bowls of Ice Kacang resting on top of the table, melting away under the hot humid weather. I was sweating.. my back were wet , sweat dripping down through my forehead.. I gave up trying to look for a nice spot to sit as there was none.. there was sheds of course but it was made from zinc so guess what.. you're cooking yourself underneath it!

The Jawa Mee was awesome..the plate was clear within minutes after it arrived. Poor bastard who is waiting for at the next table was giving the awhhh.. looks. I love the gravy, blend of sweet, sour and a slight of spicy, like satay gravy but more watery. The fragrance from the peanut.. the crispiness from the prawn biscuits, simple yet fantastic. Is the kind of food that makes you go for more. But I didn't go for second round.. as something caught my eye instead.. Asam Laksa~

To be completely honest with you, I'm not a big fan of Asam Laksa.. I had a very bad experience when I had it the last time. I spent the rest of the day in the toilet, bad bad day.. Still had the chill when I think about it but who knows may be I'm just having a bad day or a little under the weather, hence I decided to go for a second try this time, since is a different place then before.. nothing much could go wrong I guess.

If, I'm saying if.. if anyone were to ask me why you love Asam Laksa so much ? There's no doubt is because of this freaking shit Laksa that brings back the confidence and love again towards Asam Laksa. See that slices of pineapple.. Magic.. is Magicccc that bloody piece of Pineapple makes the perfect blend between sweet and sour of the Laksa and it taste damn bloody awesome.. that makes you missing and thinking that moment again and again.

Prawn Mee also known as Hokkien Mee in Penang.. and when it comes to Prawn Mee once could easily expect that there should be Prawn in there and of course proper in size. Prawn Mee my ass.. they are replacing the prawns with dry baby prawn instead.. @.@ and the broth taste plain.. just plain lousy.. the absence of the 'kick' a good bowl of Prawn mee should have.

Ice Kacang on standby mode.. waiting to put out any fire that cause the burning of tongue etc.

Here's the place.. you will never miss it. But then again is at the back of the Market so ask around if you could not find the place.

Roti Taiwan @ Georgetown Penang

2011-06-15T13:02:00.000+08:00

Waking up in a hustle and bustle Georgetown, wondering what to have for breakfast.. the best thing to do, follow the working people, they know where to get their good, tasty and cheap morning breakfast and if Wan Tan Mee, Laksa, Nasi Lemak, Koay Chap, Dim Sum, Pau etc.. no longer satisfied or qualified as good breakfast, why not fall back to something simple, tasty and yet different. Yea simple as in a simple slice of bread.. tasty as in the taste of peanut butter different.. different than your usual peanut butter toast. How much different? Can't tell exactly, one thing is for sure.. they don't call it peanut butter toast, but Roti Taiwan instead.

The shop name is called Eng Loh Coffee Shop @ Church Street, a small aging building, housing working adults taking a bite and a puff before working their asses off in the office. Love the crust of the bread, the thick peanut butter and the peanut bits and pieces that are spread on the top. Smart move to cut the bread into small pieces, by using a satay stick.. save the trouble of getting your hand dirty.

Apart from Roti Taiwan, the shop offers some other varieties as well..

Char Kueh Teow is like their staple food in Penang.

Healthy breakfast.. for those who had extra curriculum the night before and running low on their sperm count.. time for refueling!!

Garlic bread.. errr not recommended.. is dry like biscuit and it taste funny.

and finally my energy booster in the morning.. Kopi Beng (Ice Coffee).

Koay Chap @ Penang

2011-06-13T18:37:00.003+08:00

When it comes eating intestine.. is a hate or love kind of relationship.. many hates it, some loves it so much that they willing to wake up early in the morning just to follow you for some nicely cooked, fragrant intestines feast, I knew a handful of friends from both side, and the one who actually woke up early in the morning just to join in the intestine feast is actually a girl. For me personally, I am loving it.. I love the pork intestine feast.. and I love girls who actually eat intestine.. you can tell a lot from a girl who actually eats pork intestines but I will save it for the next post. one thing is for sure she's definitely not Muslim so first round of girlfriend material clear~ haha

Today I'm gonna talk about Koay Chap, is hardly to be found in Malacca, even in Penang, there are only a few shops that sells. Found one in Kota Kinabalu Sabah, several in Kuching. Koay stands for a kind of rice strips, but in this case is not strip like but in slightly large pieces. While Chap in this case means intestine but more accurately in means mixing. I had the chance to experience Koay Chap from two different places at different time while I'm in Penang and I'm telling you, both were fantastic and definitely worth the try of course if you're an avid fan of Koay Chap.

Unlike the taste of Kota Kinabalu 'Zhu Chap' and Kuching 'Koay Chap', Penang Koay Chap has a strong taste of Loh Duck ( let's just say duck broth) and nice~or I shoudl say AWESOME. Duck Mee is normal, Koay Chap in Duck broth.. yea you know what I mean double the taste, double the awesomeness. Fragrance from the duck broth and spices, the taste of duck meat and pork intestines.. nice~ very nice~ Sibueh nice~

The best thing about Penang is that, when you woke up and feeling all heavy in the head, tasteless and plain your mouth, and you could have Koay Chap as your breakfast. It helps to excite your plain tongue, and the fragrance from the broth strikes your brain that is still sleepy in the morning just like a good cup of coffee, hahaha XD. And let's say you have been walking for the whole day, and is nightfall now.. after your dinner you go for a movie and everything is digested, a good bowl of Koay Chap is not a bad idea at all of course if you're a health conscious person then most probably this is not a very good idea, if you're having it as supper you will ended up sleeping soundly, dreaming me of mommy during the night ( I dunno wTF I'm Talking)

Wah Meng Coffee Shop @ Air Itam Penang

The coffee shop opens in the morning for breakfast hunters, all sorts of food can be found there, from your normal noodle like dinner to Roti Canai, to cakes and Kuih. Splendid! Everything held in a single place, save the trouble going around! Do come early, as it get's crowded during peak hours ( 8-11am) and you do not wanna fighting for seats with a Penangite, unless you're prepared or you will ended up suffocate by any Hokkien vulgar words imaginable and might cause damage to your parents, your relatives, and your ancestors.

Nice full bowl of Koay Chap.. I ask for the addition of ingredients and it only cost me like RM 5 a bowl, affordable and satisfying. Heavenly~ the tender duck meat, the chewing of intestine.. exercising your mouth is a pretty good way to start your morning.

Loh Duck Koay Chap @ Kimberley Street, Penang

And when night falls, Kimberley street my favorite street comes to live. Business starts on 6.45pm and ends when everything is sold out.. exciting.. that only explains one thing, they are so good that they believe they manage to sold out every single night.. Lan Si Lor~ XP

the moment I stepped into the small dining area the streets hawkers provided, i started to think otherwise as nearly every single table ordered the Loh Duck Koay Chap and was selling fast. The moment we ordered they were soon running out, I'm grateful that we manage to land three bowls on our table.

Remember his face because he is gonna win the upcoming 2011 International Koay Chap Making Competition.. or if you got food poisoning after eating the Koay Chap you may sue him as well. XP

The difference between Wah Meng and here is the Pig's blood, stronger in taste in the broth, slightly spicy but I like it. The Koay is thicker as well.

Not many prefers the pig's blood, if you do not, can always ask the boss to exclude it from your bowl. But then again.. no harm trying, it taste like pudding haha~ Till then Happy Eating Guys~

Char Koay Teow @ Georgetown Penang

2011-06-08T12:09:00.001+08:00

When it comes to Penang, the first thing that came to my mind was Char Koay Teow, the fragrance of the fried rice cake strips, the fresh nicely size prawns, slight sweeten Chinese sausages aka lap cheong, the bits and pieces of the stir fried eggs that are attached to the Koay Teow (rice cake strips), and the Siham (clamps) all that are served on a small plate on top of a banana leave. Is like the state dish for Penang, everywhere you go, every cafe, hawker center, restaurant, street sides there will surely be a Char Koay Teow stall and all claiming that they are the best in making it, how true is that I have no idea but generally they are nearly the same.

However, the possible differences that I had observed are, the portion, the price, ingredients main difference whether it is chicken egg or duck egg. And do mind you that at times, the portion are not directly proportional to the price. Take the Twin sister Char Koay Teow at Lorong Selamat Jalan McCallister for example. It cost you RM7.50 a plate and the portion is small enough that makes you think that you're having Dim Sum, however it does taste good but then again it makes you ponder whether it is worth to pay RM 7.50 for it as most probably there are some other shop out there that taste the same but cheaper in price. And be careful when you're eating, do it slowly, strips by strips so that you don't feel awkward finishing it to fast while everyone still at it. I personally think I could finish that plate with three mouth.. is that little.

Then there's the one that fried with duck eggs, slightly more expensive than the usual by 50 cents may be, I had mine at Pulau Tikus. There are several stalls in that area and is like a food haven for people, crowded during the evening till night. Duck egg does make the difference, the char koay teow is slightly heavier in taste and more fragrant, slight salty compare to the usual but is the nice kind of saltiness, so you don't worry about bringing a whole mineral water bottle there. Best thing is, I don't have to freaking pay RM 7.50 for a plate of Char Koay Teow and with the portion that doesn't makes any sense at all.

Sweet Peanut Soup @ Kimberley Street, Penang

2011-06-06T18:58:00.001+08:00

Sometimes we go all around the places in search for the perfect food, could be something expensive for example a fine dining experience or the best hawker food in town or may be the most exquisite food the city could offer, or the rarest, the most expensive, the poisonous, the deadliest, but that wasn't always the way as the perfect food represents something further than merely just the taste or the exterior or the price tag that comes with it, the perfect food has the potential to bring back fond memories, walking back into the past, looking at yourself growing up, and your mind starts working its magic with the presence of the 'catalyst' or in this case the perfect food.

And I do not believe there's only one perfect food.. there could be many and each one of them has the potential to bring back part and pieces of my childhood memories or the time when I was in my secondary school, or the time when I just got to UTP, when I had my first girlfriend etc.. The perfect food not necessary to be lavishly prepared, it could be so simple at times that you gotta look twice or slap yourself in the face to see if you're dreaming.

Today I found mine, at Kimberley street of Georgetown Penang and is no other than the Sweet Peanut Soup dessert.

A good dessert for cold warm days, but I used to eat it as breakfast when I was young. I remember the little old wooden house that are poorly stacked up near the corner of the junction between the Jalan Tokong and Jalan Tukang Besi in the old area called Kampung Kuli, Malacca where I grew up. My Da Yi Zhang (meaning uncle) would held my hand and both of us will walked out from the house in the morning to purchase some fresh, nicely made sweet peanut soup and of course not forgetting the 'Yau Char Koai' that was still hot and left on the holder for the oil to dripped off, the 'Yau Char Koai' are being stacked up on a piece of newspaper and being rolled and tied up with Rafia strings and I will held it with my hands delicately trying to balance it at the middle so none of it could fall off.

Every taste of the sweet peanut soup reminds me about the good old days. The only regret that I had was not having 'Yau Char Koai' with me, the adds on would definitely perfect and highly enhanced my mood for the rest of the day. The shop made good sweet peanut soup, every little bits of peanuts were soft and tender and smashes with softest bite or even with just the close of the lips. The soup were perfectly smooth and warms my stomach for the night.

Life starts right before nightfall in Kimberley street, come early to save yourself from standing and drooling looking at people eating while waiting for a seat, it starts around 645pm and it ends around 11pm, you could be out of luck even when you're there at 10pm so make sure be there early. It is a busy road during the night, do be careful walking around as the street isn't close for vehicles to enter. There are a bunch of streets food there make sure you empty your stomach before you go! Old Taste old taste.. I am starting to believe it is the best taste, Happy Eating Guys~

Hakka Noodles and Beef Soup @ Ipoh Old Town

2011-06-04T11:36:00.001+08:00

I ain't joking when I am telling you that I am slowly falling in love with Ipoh, more specifically on the food side. And when it comes to food in Ipoh, the best place would be in Ipoh old town. I believe any Tom, Dick and Harry from Ipoh err.. ok make sure all of them are Chinese will direct you to Ipoh Old Town, for the White Coffee, Custard Egg, Egg Tart, Ipoh Chicken Hor Fun etc etc...

Another reason for me to love Ipoh old town was the day when SinCan enlightened my with Hakka Noodles and Beef Soup. Sorry for those who can't take beef, it actually taste damn bloody good. The thin slices of beef was tender and succulent, not overly cooked soft, tender and juicy just the way I like it, partially pink in color, the sign where the meat was just nice and the best to be eaten now. The noodles are top with minced pork meat, smooth noodles even out with the sauce at the bottom taste so much better.

If you're thinking of giving it a try, here's the address

Restaurant Sun Yik

No.4, Jalan Panglima

30000, Ipoh,

Perak Malaysia.

It opens in the morning and lasted till noon if I am not mistaken. Happy food hunting!

Egg Custard @ Ipoh Old Town

2011-06-03T23:36:00.000+08:00

I am falling in love with Ipoh. As I am speaking right now, my mind is wondering somewhere at some coffee shop in Old Town not the commercial one but the real Ipoh Old Town sipping icy cold white coffee, and taking a bite of egg custard enjoying the warm and humid afternoon of Ipoh. Sitting down, observing passerby, listening to the elderly conversation going on at the next table, watching the classy rich ladies dressing up in their classy white top, tight jeans, showing a little tummy, with their Gucci sunglasses shifted to the top of their head, projecting an image of silent objection towards aging sits at the opposite table sipping white coffee that cost a ringgit fifty cents so elegantly and slowly afraid that it might mess up their make up.

Egg custard taste extremely smooth and the sweetness is right at the balance, cutting a small portion of it ever so delicately using the small spoon that I was provided and let it melt slowly inside my mouth and slide down through my throat.

Fried Oyster @ Penang ~ Nice

2011-05-31T20:39:00.002+08:00

Oysters have always been linked with love, well that's according to some articles from the internet. I can't believe I read this shit.. so here's how it goes.

'Oysters have always been linked with love, when Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, sprang forth from the sea on an oyster shell and gave birth to Eros, the word “Aphrodisiac” was born.

Around AD 766, the Roman Emperor Vitellus was famed for eating oysters, he ordered thousands of slaves to gather native oysters (Ostrea edulis) from the Blackwater and Colne estuaries and he had the oysters transported back to Rome in snow covered baskets to preserve them.
Never before had Rome seen such a humble creature arouse such a passionate feeling, Vitellus declared he preferred oysters to grapes and declared oysters were the only good thing in Britain
The ladies of the court regularly dined on oysters dipped in honey to aid their libido.
Apuleius, famed for his work the “The Golden Ass” written in AD125 reputedly made a love potion of oysters with which to seduce Aemilla.
Casanova is said to have consumed more than 60 oysters a day, this is hardly surprising as oysters are rich in zinc, which is needed for male fertility.
The Oysters natural aphrodisiac quality is dependent pharmacologically upon its dopamine content which is normally quite high in cold water British Oysters. Dopamine is a vital neurotransmitter which governs and influences sexual desire in both male and females. It intensifies sexual interest and sensation.'

and here's the good news for well most guys? or girls included? Anyway.. with only 75 calories per dozen oysters what a great diet when eaten three times a day, and a guaranteed improvement in your sex life. GUARANTEE IMPROVEMENT IN YOUR SEX LIFE. So here's the deal guys.. if you're afraid of taking raw oyster..may be you're afraid of the smell, the taste of the saltiness from the sea, why not go for Fried Oyster instead?

I was in Georgetown, Penang in search for the best Ojien (Fried Oyster) the city could offered, I ate four Ojien within two days and I am pretty sure my 'Brother', 'Roger the Dodger', 'Cock', 'Magic Stick' or whatever it is that people called..is well loaded, in good shape LOL and pretty much ready to for war after that meal.. but I made a mistake instead, as I was there with four dudes,,, meaning that having a hard on Roger the Dodger is pretty much wrong in every level unless a sword fight occurs.

Lam Ah Coffee Shop (Crispy Fried Oyster)

In Malacca, if you're trying to look for fried oyster during the middle of the day, you will get none, and most probably people think you're crazy. The fried oyster uncle operates a stall in Lam Ah Coffee shop and starts during the noon towards evening. The fried oyster is different, unlike the usual where the oyster is fried together with the mixture of ground potatoes and flour, the uncle fried it separately, the fried oyster has a fairly crispy edge and towards the middle it softens. The oysters are fried together with some chili and distinctive sambal like paste, that adds fragrance to the oysters.

Pulau Tikus Food Stall Fried Oyster

In Pulau Tikus Penang, you get rolls of food stalls selling different kinds of food, your usual Char Koay Teow, Hokkien Mee, Satay, Asam Laksa etc.. and of course Ojien. Unlike its comrades in Penang, this Pulau Tikus Ojien taste more or less like the ones in Malacca, fried and separated into pieces, less watery. Not bad at all! The price is reasonable too.

Lam Heng Coffee Shop @ McCallister Road

If you don't get enough.. eat some more lah.. very easy oni wat why worry~ Uncle came asking 'eh boy.. Ai Chiak Ojien Mai (want fried oyster? )' of course say yes lah what some more. Then uncle came with the Ojien, 'Chap Lak Koh.. (16 buckss..), my eyes went @.@ and what the fuck nearly came out from my mouth.. so ciko expensive!!! @.@ But then.. is delicious and the oyster is bigggg, good .. good for my balz... The fried oyster is different, more slimy the way I like it and the oyster seems fresh and taste fresh.

Fried Oyster @ Northam Beach Cafe

Look for 亚顺 fried oyster if you're there in Northam Beach Cafe, among the four fried oyster that I had eaten, 亚顺fried oyster tops them all. Is slimy so some of you may not like it, but it taste good, fragrant, the oyster is fresh and huge good for your ballsssss and for the ladies I am guessing is your oval @.@. The price is reasonable and the portion was fine, no worries of not having enough. I am missing it as I speaks now, saliva forming in my mouth, I am gonna get it again when I am there! The sauce that tops over the fried oyster most probably is either Hoisin sauce or Oyster sauce and it does make the fried oyster taste better =). Nice

Restaurant Tasik Raban

2011-05-30T03:24:00.000+08:00

I drove for several hundred kilometers on the Highway, heading to Grik from Perak, it was a hot sunny afternoon, and soon I found myself at the middle of nowhere, jungles stood high and unfriendly at both side of me, the road were straight and long as thou you could land a freaking plane there, there was nothing. But according to ShinCan there was nice food ahead of us and he better be right, or else I will plant him down at the desert and let the eagles feed on him or let him died of dehydration.

My car wasn't really helping.. brrrrooommm brrr brrrbroomm... like a soon dying old man, struggling to finish his quest, the air conditioning wasn't really working either, maximum fan speed.. 2, coldness like nothing, clear glass window without any film tinting, hell yea..we were riding the old school style. I was praying deep down, hoping that my car does not give up on me during such critical moment.

The journey wasn't at all joyful, it was warm, we were running out of water, everyone was tired, our mental strength was being challenge, and soon our determination was being shaken.. however we had drove to far to quit now and there was nowhere to stop along that dumbass road, all we could hope for was to detect any sign of civilization, living creatures, some smoke may be coming from the ikan bakar pit.. 1 klik, 2 kliks, 3 kliks, 4 kliks.. none.. SinCan was worried by now.. Is the GPS showing the right way?? Sweat dripping down from his forehead, he was begging for the Restaurant to show and it better be good as his head is now on the chopping board and will be chopped not by one but three desperate, tired, despair hooligans in the car.

Just when I was about to mention the male genitals towards SinCan, a big sign appeared out of nowhere, big white bold letters writing RESTAURANT TASIK RABAN, and I swear it was a big sign of relief for SinCan. We drove for long grueling hours, just to try out the ikan bakar here, and it better be good. The sun was still shining brightly and roof made of zinc wasn't helping either.. it was like a freaking oven sitting underneath it, we were all sweating.. sweat dripping through our back and our shirt was like getting glue to our back, feeling of sticky and uncomfortable.

Soon our ikan bakar arrived, if I am not mistaken, it was a Siakap. The meat was tender, doesn't at all felt like being burned dried, but it does seem like it from the outlook. The gulai that was pouring on top over the fish was different, it taste a little bit like satay sauce but not exactly like it. It works its magic on the fish by simmering into the tender meat and it works its way in your mouth also not forgetting the lime, chilli, garlic soy sauce that came along with it. The 'kick' came when you go with the sauce, and it urged you to go for more.The fish was cleared within minutes and till the very bones, sucking and leaking the left over gulai. Nice~

So does it worth the journey?! NO! hell no! looking at the weather nowadays and the petrol price, fuck no! unless you have a car that works like an ice box, and runs on water, most probably yea. But if you're driving through or passing through the area, you can always stop by. But not going there on purpose, the fish was great, that's for sure but you know is not something that you eat that will make you remember forever.

Food @ Langkawi

2011-05-27T21:08:00.000+08:00

Is hard to get nice and cheap food on an island.. at least that's was the case in Malaysia. What you get is overpriced, overly sell, tasteless, plain, salty food. Of course I am not talking about the kind of cuisine you had in a five star hotel, that would be a totally different range. I could still remembered my trip to Redang, I spent my three meals in the resort that I stayed for the whole four days.. towards the second day, I already grew bored with the food there, in Tioman, there was a small town that has several restaurant, however the food wasn't that great and was overly price. Is hard to get a descent food on those two islands that I had mentioned.

Unlike most of the Island, Langkawi is like a small town on itself. There is the town of Kuah which houses several shopping complexes, a small descent cinema, foods of all kinds, pretty descent Kopitiam, restaurant and of course the high ends one which I would never go to with my half empty wallet. I am pretty satisfied with Langkawi as it provides pretty descent food and has a nightlife.. meaning that if you're hungry during the night at least you're able to go out there and hunt for some food. Which is not the case for Redang, Tioman etc where people slept at 9am or the only thing you could find yourself eating was the maggie cup you brought along with you, some bread or biscuit and indescribable plain coffee or milo.

If you're in Pantai Tengah, try out Fat Mom's restaurant for it's Yee Mee. It was flaming hot, literally with blue flames all over it when it was served on the table and fragrance radiated out from that flaming hot noodles. The texture of the mee was cooked to perfection, not overly soft and tender, just enough of the sponginess that provides you with the joy of chewing and 'Q-nesss'.

If you decided to visit Kuah Town during the night, make sure you give it a try at Orchid Restaurant. The Guinness Stout Pork Rib and Thai Style Chicken was excellent. I am not a big fan of Guinness Stout, but if you're talking about Guinness Stout Pork Rib, I would have my fork and spoon ready in no time. The fragrant smell of Guinness Stout enhances the flavor of the pork rib, it doesn't taste at all bitter, but sweet.. the slight sweetness and flavor makes you wanna go one after another and you wouldn't get enough. I found myself licking the remaining sauce left on the bones. The Thai style chicken was excellent but I had better which was in Sabah, like the one in Sabah, it uses unripe mangoes slice together with the chicken, the sweet and sourness was infuse together and is well in balance. Definitely worth the try, the price was fine not too expensive and is affordable for people that are going on budget like us. =)

Charcoal Factory @ Kuala Sepetang, Matang, Taiping

2011-05-23T03:05:00.000+08:00

If someone were to ask you what's there in Taiping, please do not say that there's nothing. In this little area near to the mangrove swamp of Matang Taiping, our local factories produces one of the finest charcoal in the world and is highly sort after in Japan.

I didn't plan this trip at all, I stumbled upon it by chance when our lecturer organized a field trip to the local factory. From the outlook, it doesn't seem much of an attraction, but getting in closer and through understanding and listening..this place my friend not only produces the finest charcoal but as well preserve the traditional ways of charcoal making.

A narrow channel runs between the side of the factories leads all the way into the mangrove swamp where cheap labor working their ass off cutting down the mangrove trees. During high tide, an old wooden boat will transport the harvested mangrove trees into the factory and the tree bark is carried and place at the side of the river bank.

There was an old man on looking thin and dark, working relentlessly under the hot sun. He was holding a hammer that seems as heavy as Thor's Mjolnir, knocking on a stud that was slowly protruding the center of the tree bark. Such thick mangrove tree are not good for charcoal making, hence it has to be break down into thinner size for further processing. I was there watching.. his sweat drenches through his whole body, drops dripping down from his face and falls on the tree bark.. he didn't stop for a drink.. no not until he gets his work done. There I was trying to look for the perfect exercise to lose weight.. and I found one. I am an asshole who's too comfortable with life and my comfort was achieve on the expense on hard working people like them.

On a scorching hot mid day sun, an old Malay lady holding what seems to me like an extra large wood chipping tool, doing the debarking of the mangrove trees.. the removing of the outer skin allows better drying of the wood in the fumes later. She was the only one working.. the traditional method doesn't seem bothering her at all, she didn't complain it was hard, neither did she mentioned anything about her low wages.. life for her was fairly simple even thou the pay was low she didn't seem to mind and continue working hard trying her best to earn more everyday.. something that people like me will never be contended with. She only smiles when she saw us.. and gladly showed us how it was done when asked to.. she did it so elegantly and we were all fooled by thinking how easy it could be.. the only return we could give to her was trying to do it ourself that provided some laughter to her when she saw big grown men trying to debark a mangrove tree to no avail, as well as sweating like a pig.

The ready tree bark are arrange in upright position in a igloo like fumes or furnace.. hot stones were laid on the floor and the fumes were prepared for sealing. the process of charcoal making also known as pyrolysis.. it is a process of drying the tree bark as well as burning it with the absence of oxygen to provide an incomplete burning and you get a dark, dry charcoal.

Just for the fun.. I decided to enjoy a sauna inside... I was sweating within seconds, it was hot and humid inside and my small eyes wasn't coping the dust and smoke very well.

The arch opening was then sealed with clay.. however it wasn't close completely as this provide the initial drying. The fume expert will then judge base on the smell from the smoke whether or not the tree bark is completely dried.

The fumes was then closed into a smaller openings that allows slow burning. The tree bark is kept within the fumes and the burning continue and last for weeks before it is ready to be cooled off and the final product of charcoal is gained.

There was a Malay kid running around the compound, innocent.. not afraid of the strays dog around on site, playing with the carts around, dig up holes on the ground while her mother was working over the other side. Mucus running down from one of his nostrils and he wiped it off with his dirty hand causing a dark mark that looks like a mustache on his cute little faces. He reminds me of myself when I was young.. about his age I used to play around my mom's store, digging up holes, filling up with water, making my own reservoir.. dirtying myself all over and get good scolding and ear picking from my mom later on. That was the good old days..

He seems to be like a nice kid.. and I couldn't stop myself from buying him an ice cream that I was enjoying myself. He seems to like it and I was happy.

Restaurant Law Chang Kee Fresh Place for Octopussy

2011-05-22T19:37:00.000+08:00

Restoran Law Chang Kee

What seems like an old run down building most probably erected during the colonial period, modified into a restaurant and squeeze in between houses alike. The business was quiet that day, but it didn't really bother me as I was here to experience some octopus eating that my friend Philip had gladly informed me. The weather was good that day, and we chose to seat at the table outside, to chill and enjoy the cool breeze of the night. The customer at the next table was busy dirtying their fingers mingling with crabs..sucking every tiny bits left over from the shell, licking every juice and gravy covering the shell inside and out, the other table was sat by an elderly couple, the husband seems to be struggling with the meat, munching, grinning with his left over tooth.. the wife was trying to pick out a piece of meat that stuck between the tooth using a toothpick... another table was sat my some elderly guy, bottles of opened Carlsberg standing on the table, faces looked red.. giggling loudly and speaking softly most probably chatting about the hooker who gave them a free handjob yesterday.. puffing out smokes that smell of mentol. That scene looks like a typical soon to run down business place.. but then again I was wrong.. the food was fantastic!

I was there specifically to try the Octopus, when the boiled octopus arrived on our table.. it looks like hmmm Octopussy? To be honest it didn't look that appealing at all.. but at least it look fresh. I decided to tackle the easy one first.. the tentacles. What seems from the outside looking rubbery, having the thought of 'oh dear god.. another chewing gum like food' , I took the leap and stuck it inside my mouth. Hardly chewed at the beginning as I had trauma eating half cooked squid and octopus before and holding it inside my mouth wasn't really helping at all.. but then what the fuck.. I am here to try, the moment I started chewing, the octopus taste fresh, doesn't carried any heavy odor with it and the tentacles was actually tender and easily chewed off.

My balz grew bigger soon after and I decided to go for the head... Dark red bean colored brain was forked up, the brainy looking thing was not exactly helping with my appetite either.. Ewww what the fuck was that black black thing..Without much thought I let it slide into my mouth and started chewing.. oh this taste different, the texture is a bit powdery like, slightly heavier in taste and you chew on some soft bones once in awhile. Before the brain reaches my throat ready to be swallowed, my right hand was already reaching for my cup of chinese tea on the table, preparing to wash it down just in case it got stuck somewhere along the esophagus. That night.. I didn't sleep well.. I was having Octopus dream.. and I was making love with some female Octopus and got gang bang!

Soon after the Octopus.. I was eating frog and some sea shell from the sea shore.. and it was just ok comparing to the blast the Octopus gave to me. =)

I Got Rape!!!

2011-05-07T13:03:00.000+08:00

Attended my first examination paper of the semester today, Engineers In Society, dark bold, Times New Roman letter written on the cover page of the papers, answer all question and I was given two hours to do so. Well everything seems normal at the beginning, woke up normal today, feeling all good and pumped up for the examination, ate my healthy breakfast, bathed got ready, look at myself repeatedly at the mirror, telling myself again and again I am awesome and I am gonna nail this paper.

When it comes to examination, I had a system, the long entrusted system that had worked perfectly well for me for the pass years. The system that I had gained through knowledge, experience, heartache and fucking up a few papers to learn it. The system that I held so high that I thought it could solve any problems for me. But not today.. the system had failed... it crashed, a big, dense heavy stone hit me right in the face or my nuts probably.. Ouch!

Imagine this.. throughout the years of studies.. there has been a pattern for the lecturer, a pattern that they followed so fondly that me as a student thank them for doing that. well sometime at the back I thought it was kinda stupid because it sort of defy the whole purpose of study actually. But anyhow, when it comes to grades, pointer and knowing how to do in exam, not leaving blanks.. and wasting time in the grueling fuck up 3 hours that is so terrified and could consume your whole mind, you just don't care that much anymore and op t for the easy way.. is a norm.. is how we humans are.. we are born lazy and if there's a easy way out it will definitely be the best choice. I do not consider myself as a lazy person.. in fact I think I did quite a lot of work when it comes to examination or test, well of course it doesn't necessary involved the right way for example studying.. what I am saying here is that I did a lot of work predicting, guessing, forecasting what would come out for the exams.. I did the graphs, I did the maths.. heck I even did the probabilities.. labeling charts and graphs, deciphering a histogram of lecturers and their patterns and ways of setting examination question. Some lecturers are easy, there's a strong vivid pattern that you could identified upon running your statistical analysis, there are some lecturers who are tough and is hard to forecast the papers.. then I have no choice but to study harder for that particular ones. What really tricky is that you did your analysis you found that pattern but it came out otherwise in the exam.. and that's exactly what happen today in my exam "wink wink".. of course it doesn't happen always, and it hardly happens at times, but when it does happen, you're in deep shit or at least.. I was in a deep shit.

It felt like getting raped..as thou some foreign object was inserted into you know what.. thrusting forcefully causing physical pain and mental stress, deep impact to your body and soul, something that you will not forget for the rest of your life.. especially the convict! I was the victim today.. I got raped all over, up down both side ways.. and the convict was the lecturer who set the paper.. he was walking beside me smiling as thou nothing has happened, as thou in the movie, where a rapist who after messing up, polluting, contaminated an innocent girl, turn over sat beside her, pulled out a cigarette, lid it up, took a puff and smile telling her.. how tight she was.. and he enjoys her.. that's how my lecture smile feels like.

Well, I try not to do anything stupid.. I kept my cool.. I did my paper, it was doable at the very least.. but the feeling of being cheated.. and there's no one to blame but myself was horrible.. the time spent not sleeping, reading, memorizing the functions, objectives, stupid acts was non to be seen on the paper, I was laughing at the end.. every time I started a new question, laugh because the question was stupid and laugh because I have to figure out how to crap for the remaining 15 marks that the question carries. Everyone got a shock with that paper I believe.. but no one dares to say a word.. is like forcing yourself to swallow a whole elephant and it has not been digested till now~

After crapping for so long.. I believe I shall get back to my study.. peace yo! =) wink wink haha

Marina Bay Sands

2011-05-02T10:37:00.002+08:00

" The country that I loved, She is a small country, so small that you can hardly locate it from the map, but everyone knows her name." said Mr. Lee Kuan Yew

I had been to Singapore for several times now, and each and every time, I see a new sky high building coming up or may be a new commercial complex, HDB flats or may be a higher class condominium.The complexion of Singapore changes so fast that I could hardly kept up with. The first word that came across my mind upon seeing Singapore was 'Fusion', a mix of different cultures, having the usual Chinese, Indian, Malay mix and of course a large, densely populated foreigners from the West, Middle East and of course from other Asian countries, food of course is great there too having varieties of taste, fusion mix and the usuals that you might find close to your likings.

Is hard not to compare between Singapore and Malaysia as two were so closely related and only separated by a narrow channel of sea so small probably less than 2 or 3 kliks. The image that Singapore projects was a clean, systematic, relatively safe and efficient environment which makes people like me from Malaysia felt short and shy away upon comparison. It is hard not to like Singapore, but somehow there's something wrong somewhere which I couldn't quite explained it, but may be is just an excuse for myself to make me feel better about Malaysia.

My not so long Singapore trip was fun, 2 days and a night was definitely not sufficient to see Singapore but at least I get to see what I want at the very beginning. The weather wasn't kind that day, it was scorchingly hot and humid, walking around during that time was definitely unthinkable, but I was wrong, there were people wearing suits, ties walking around, crossing the road, I was trying to see if anyone was hating the weather like I do, but to my dismay there wasn't a slight of discomfort showing on their faces. Upon reaching Bugis street, I shoot straight to the nearest MRT station, first trying to avoid the unforgiving solar radiation, second trying to cool myself off with some air conditioning. Got the ticket from the not so complex GTM short for general ticketing machine and headed straight to Marina Bay.

The last time I was here, that building wasn't even up yet, after 2 years, a 5 star hotel and shopping complex with the top deck resting on top of those building and swimming pool overlooking Singapore skyline as well as a viewing deck. I was fascinated by that building while watching it on NATGEO, and looking it with my bare eyes was definitely different, what more can I say, is engineering in excellence! Bravo and I had to put my hats down for each and everyone involved in this magnificent project.

Walking around in Marina Bay Sands was amazing but somehow intimidating, intimidated because the obvious difference in class and I felt short being in there as my wallet wasn't thick enough, oh wait.. the rich and wealthy don't carry cash.. they carried their gold or platinum cards.. and obviously all I had with me in my wallet was my identification cards, some ATMs card with limited amount of money inside, driving license and some thing like 50 Sing dollars. Branded stuffs are everywhere.. Apart from the usual Gucci, Prada, Escada, Tiffany & Co. Jimmy Choo blah blah.. there are also those that I haven't heard off.. names that are long scarily classy and which is hard to be articulated. With guards dressing up looking like James Bond guarding the front door of the shops, door holders, and door frames painted or coated with gold paint, black and gold, glass wall, perfectly and carefully thought out lightings that shine on the product that most probably cost more than my arms or probably the whole me, a sense of pride and cockiness from the face of the sales personnel or whatever they are called in there.

Looking through the glass window from the outside of the walkway, a lady most probably in her late 20s dressing up so elegantly, fair skin, tall and lean were choosing her heels in Jimmy Choo, her Gucci bag hanging onto her folded left hand, while another hand trying to fit Jimmy Choo's heels onto her feet, the shop assistant following ever so mannerly beside her around the shop. I was enjoying the scene but my mood were soon cut off when she started speaking.. I knew that voice, I recognized it.. I could tell even with only one ear and through that glass window.. that aggressive, distinctive, high pitch, bitchy voice that Chinese Girl from CHINA possess.. my steam cut off right away, whatever fantasy that I had, no matter how elegant that she looks it all gone within a matter of seconds after she started speaking. Rude is the word I would describe her, is as thou she owns the world. I walked off immediately afterwards. Well apparently they are all the same whenever they go.

Took a stroll in the newly open casino, upon reaching the front entrance, I saw a bunch of uncles and aunties probably around their 50s or 60s lining up patiently, while waiting for the security personnel to check their passport, took a peek on their passport, there are the Chinaman, the Indoneisian, Vietnamese and Thais..' God this people are rich to be able to spend here and flung their money' I thought. I decided to do the same, lining up with them and to go down and have a look how it is inside. First thought that came across my mind was..'Fucking Huge!!' the casino was big.. most probably housing around 6-7000 people inside and there are even a few levels. Noise of chips flipping, stacking, the sound of the slot machine, the noise of the people sighing despair and of course the sound of people laughing most probably winning. Poker, Russian Roulette, Slot machines, black jack... everything you name it is all there, there are the high stakes and low stakes area. I saw soulless, mindless, tired, wary faces of aunties and uncles sitting as helplessly pressing the start button of a slot machines like a child waiting for the candy to drop or in their case waiting to hit the jackpot, liquor are placed at the side, taking a puff on their cigarettes wondering where their luck had gone. It was like a fucking movie on display inside.. and there's that distinctive bitchy voice of china women that I hate shouting, scolding in vulgarity while pressing their cigarettes on the ash container putting off the fire, buff security that looks intimidating, bold with wires and hearing devices attached to their ears, speaking through the walkie talkie eye-ing on anyone that looks suspicious for cheating or creating havocs or most probably they were like me too walking around checking out pretty babes.

Noon.. it was lunch time and my stomach was hunger for food, walked to the nearest directory in search for something edible and affordable. Browsing and browsing.. top of the list was celebrities kitchen ok.. that's a no no, second fine dining.. ok another no no.. scrolling down to the very last.. Rasapura Master ( glamorous name) but is actually a food court, great! obviously it was the only affordable choice, decided there and then to walked all the way to the other end of the building for stomach refueling. I loved food courts, food court is a greatest thing in the world in fact, you get all kinds of food concentrated in the same area, and the varieties of food in Rasapura Master covers nearly the whole Southeast Asia and some parts of Asia cuisine from our usual Chinese cooking: Yong Tau Fu, Fried Kuey Teow, Wan Tan Mee, Hinava ( Grill Fish) from Philipines, Thai delicacies, Indian curry, naan, and many more.. and the price wasn't that bad at all.. for people like me going on the budget, even thou it was a little pricy but still it is far cheaper than eating in a celebrity chefs, and the food was great!

Road Trip Up North and Up Yours!

2011-04-17T02:52:00.031+08:00

April comes haunting without me noticing.... the dreadful month, busiest period of the semester, foresee long sleepless nights lining up for me to pass day by day like a walking zombie, there's no escape, what will come will come at the end of the day, so instead of starting the month feeling like shit, I decided to go for a road trip to cheer myself up a little before I go KAMIKAZEEEEEE for the rest of the month!

The plan is simpled, to drive with a bunch of good friends up north, stop wherever we like, see whatever we want and do whatever shit we wish to do, eat whatever things we want, and stop in Kuala Kedah to take a ferry off to Langkawi.

First stop, Taiping. a town that I had long heard off, been there once when I was young and it was just a brief stop. Passed through the tolls, and was welcomed by uneven roads with many pot holes, unfinished construction, bridges etc. First impression when entering the town was ' Wow not bad.. better than I thought and the rest was... .... .... nothing could be said really. However, I do like Taiping, the old architecture of the buildings, the typical chinaman design, with big chinese characters for shop names, is like reliving in the olden days, what was different is that trishaw and bicycle is now replaced with cars and motorbikes. Old building with fast food restaurant inside, interesting enough, sad in some way but hey. that's how the world rolls now.

What seems to be like an interesting market place, old men sitting down sipping coffee and tea, take a puff of cigarette, shaking their legs and talking cock with their friends of course the occasional vulgarity appears, and because most of Taiping people speak Hokkien, the 'common vulgar words' do appear here and there and it was like symphony in the making, and I felt at home immediately because I am a Hokkien myself.

Took a stroll around Taiping lake while waiting for the hawker centre to open, around the lake are trees so big and branches out like nobody business more like a threat than a nice view to me. However, walking around Taiping lake does give you a feel of relaxing as thou the rhythm of your life has been turned down by a notch. People there are more relax generally.

Some folks having their evening exercise, so eagerly trying to extend their life in this world, trying to stay healthy. Is a typical scene of an aging town, the population is aging, and the young ones are leaving to the city in search for jobs, education etc.

2.30am in the morning, and we were leaving Penang, heading to Kuala Kedah. Driving around in the night, was rather peaceful, less car as thou the whole Highway was yours. The only regret I had was not having a fast enough car to speed.... and the passenger inside weren't hot enough as well.

0930, dream destination reached! Time for some booze and boobs!! ^^ Wheeeee~ You know is gonna be a good day, looking at the sunny sky and the beautiful ocean, with foreign girls wearing tank top walking around, AWESOME.

If you were to ask me what's so nice about Langkawi, I would ask you come to this Hanging Bridge, bring a bottle of tax free vodka with you, finished it and jump down from here, that would be a pretty awesome view. If you ever get tired of the beach, and the hot sunny weather near sea level, try bring yourself higher up by taking the Langkawi Cable car and enjoy being on top of the others and having a bird's eye view or more accurately eagle's eye view. Is chilling and is windy up there, I didn't even feel like going down, but then there are more to do and see other than spending the whole day on top of the bridge.

The beach was beautiful, white sandy long stretch beach. Most importantly it was happening and I love it! I regretted not spending enough time at the beach. My initial idea was to spent some quality time at the beach, cover my legs in the sand and lying against a tree, with a cold beer on my left and a nice book on my right, eyes staring elsewhere. But I did nothing, I spent my beautiful day in the room, drinking alcohols any playing cards and ice.. sore loserrrrr.

Unlike other island in Malaysia, Langkawi is actually a town on it's own. So after your dinner you can actually take a walk somewhere, and not heading back straight to your room and sleep at 8pm. And of course life's more happening over there since the booze are cheap and you can actually spent your night doing something else other than sleeping or having sex inside the room ( good for you if you're a couple, bad luck if you're a guy with another 4 guys sharing a room.) Get yourself some beer, find a nice spot to sit down and enjoy the breeze, if you like, you can always get into trouble after u drink, showing middle finger to passerby ( I didn't do that.)

Walking around Pantai Cenang was interesting, long stretch of road that leads you to the airport, with rows of shop on both side that are nicely decorated with colorful lights, paints and design. Is kind of relaxing and fun walking around, checking out the stalls as well as the babes walking around with bikini on the walkway.

Took a stroll on the beach in the morning, trying to savor the very last moment before leaving to mainland again. Walking around with my camera.. capturing things that I love and things that I saw, couples hugging, cuddling each other, seating side by side enjoying the breeze and the view of the sky that turns from dark to bright, the sound of waves and the little sea creatures that were washed up on shore. Beautiful morning and I am feeling all great!

My Last Meal

2011-03-27T18:05:00.002+08:00

So.. someone walk over to you and start asking you a question, 'if tomorrow was your last day, the next morning you're gonna be hang till your brain juice got squeeze out or electrocuted till your ass get cooked, what do you want to eat for your last meal?' I believe all of us had played this last meal game somewhere, somehow, some moment of time in our life.

Most of the time, when I played the game with my friends, the answer I got were unexpectedly simple, someone told me all he needed was a nice bowl of Wan Tan Mee, someone answered he wants his mom's 'PongTeh Chicken', some came and said a cool beer with some roasted chicken butt would be awesome ( that would be me too). And I realize most of them are not lavish answer, asking for 5 star cuisine, or abalone, shark fin soup, bird nest etc... It seems that there's a strong connection between good food and memories. Remember the movie Ratatouille? at the end of the day, it is the meal that are closest to your heart that matters.

A few factors combine to make a meal great, there are no right or wrong answer in this one and I believe everyone had their own version of good meal, mine was definitely fresh good produce, a great company, smile and laughter on the table, a nice view, and a great appetite for food. Picture this, as you're chillaxing by the beach, your left hand holding a cool beer, and you just hooked up with an ever so beautiful girl, a meal was place in front of you, and you knew that after this you're going to have crazy monkey sex with her in the motel room, all of a sudden that meal of yours turn superbly great, and that's what I meant factors that combine to make a great meal.

So back to that question? 'What will be your meal, if today was your last day? I guess the answer would be simple, people will tend to answer the meal that are affected by great combination of factors, mom's cooking where everyone sat on the table, eating with joy. A chill beer that reminds you the day at the beach, and the woman you hooked up with, and for me? I believe my answer will change according to time, but for now my best meal would be a nice hot piece of Roti Telur Bawang~

Is the most simple meal of all, you could get it nearly everywhere in Malaysia, but is the taste of what you grow up with that makes it so unforgettable. I blame it on this shop every time when I had my Roti Canai elsewhere, ahhh this Roti Canai sucks.. the Kuah (gravy) is bad.. this that.. all because of this shop where I had my first best Roti Canai in Malacca, and I blame everything on him, I blame him when he shifted and I couldn't locate his shop anywhere, it used to be just adjacent to my secondary school SFI, and every Saturday morning before the scout meeting begins, I will visit the shop for a nice piece of Roti Telur Bawang and Milo Panas~

I thought I would never had the chance to eat it again, thanks to my junior Han Wey for showing me where the shop is. I believe in destiny and I am destine to meet this Roti again, God sent Han Wey to me, to show me the way to that farking good piece of Roti Canai. Roti, crispy on the outside, tender inside, serve hot with fragrance of onion and egg, simply delicious.

heartier gravy, with a little taste of asam pedas, a little sour and spicy just the way I like it, cut out a little piece of your roti, pour a little gravy over it, take a bite, satisfaction in your mouth, your whole freaking morning just brightens up one degree extra. And that's what I want if it was my last meal before I died.

Growing Up

2011-03-24T22:47:00.001+08:00

Ever wonder why we have to grow up so fast? I guess everyone has his or her own moment, where you sat down quietly, as thou the Earth stood still, staring out faraway, and reminiscing the past. When we were young, we wanted to grew up so fast, we worried that if we couldn't catch up with the others, we would be left behind, and good memories just come and go to the back of our head, things happen so quickly like a blink of an eye. God, were kind enough to fulfill our little wishes, we sure did grow and after living for 23 years in this world, growing up sure ain't fun anymore. Tonnes of things to worry, tonnes of things to do, never ending business of managing your own life.

I remembered I was once like that little girl in the picture, parents brought me to the beach, bought me a kite, my father taught me to fly a kite for my very first time, my father held the string for me, and I was at the other end holding the kite, and when the wind came, I ran with all my energy and simultaneously letting the kite go when my skillful father made that jerk on the string, the kite was brought up by the wind with one go and I jumped up full of joy running towards my father to take over the captain place, " you have control... now do it slowly, you don't want to break the or get entangle with branches from the trees." my father said. Holding my hand lightly he taught me how to maneuver my own kite, how to fly it high, and how to bring it low when the wind was too strong, he was there for me every single step till he felt that I was capable enough to handle the strong wind and take care of my own kite.

Life was easy and simple back then, as I knew if I ever had any problem I can always fall back to my parents, and there are always there to back me up, to support me, to correct me and to bring back on my path, to pat off the dirt on my shoulder, to wipe off my tears when I cry and continuously, without failing, telling me that I can do it.

I am 23 years old now, and if my life were to equate with a process of flying a kite, I am now at the stage where I am taking over the captain seat and I know very soon in the near future, I will have to fly my own destiny and to not only take care of my own life but as well as the passenger that had made a significant impact in my life, my father, my mom and my sister. Tonnes of things to worry, tonnes of business to take care of, I know I wouldn't be able to fall back to my parents like I used to when I am young, I will have to watch my own back from now on and continue marching forward in life.

Jalan Jalan Cari Makan @ Kota Kinabalu Part 2

2011-03-23T01:31:00.001+08:00

Ever tried coconut pudding before? I had no idea that such things exist until I signed up myself for this trip, obviously there are much more things that I need to see and learn, coconut pudding definitely something you gotta try, refreshing, slight sweetness from the coconut is so rewarding, especially on a day of hot and sunny weather.

Owh.. and a word of advice, don't be too greedy and ask for one whole damn coconut for urself, after having the coconut water coagulated into pudding, is not that easy to take on as comparing to drinking coconut water. However, it is still subjected to personal preferences and that damn pudding tasted awesome and I am still longing for it till now.

So you're in a streak of scoring good foods into your mouth, you had something refreshing on your hand a normal human will just said 'ok, that's enough for me today.' However, if you get a bunch of abnormal human being who just gone off from Island hoping and the stomach is starving hungry, they would be looking for something else that are stronger in flavor and highly potential in dirtying their mouth and a high chance in screwing up their stomach as well. I present you the Lokan~

I don't usually trust my instinct with this things. there was once, I tried to be open to things and it was spot on with things like sea shell and exotic looking food, next thing I know I was down with mild food poisoning, spent the whole night sitting in the toilet, slept beside the toilet bowl, waiting to throw up anytime. It took me 3 days to make myself sober. But you know when you're together with a bunch of good friends, and someone suggested to tried something, the feeling of 'Ok la.. come die together if anything goes wrong' start fucking up your mind and you go along the flow, this time however, things were great, the Lokan were great...

OMG is the only thing that I can give to you.. the chili were fantastic, goes well with lime, pour it over the shell and let the Lokan swim in the shell, take a big slurrppppp and let it simmer in your mouth. Trust me is all OMG after that.

Of course there are things that doesn't worth mentioning, and this is one of that, Keropok most probably made from some kind of vegetable or flour together with lines of caramelize sugar on top of it. Hard, and it taste plain.

I am wondering if I should post this up.. It seems like when you're in the Sabah, you can't ran away from Seafood, but to be totally honest with you, I am afraid of seafood as I am allergic to eat.. not crab, not fish, not shell fish but shrimp, prawns, Hae, Har, Xia... And frankly speaking the place that I ate wasn't that awesome at all, is like seafood made expensive, finely decorated, plated nicely and charged you for some say fairly reasonable, I say fuck price. Most probably my wallet was all dried up that time, so I didn't seem to be extremely enthusiast when the bill arrive, who will tell me haha after a meal that was less than awesome and you're charged for somewhat less than affordable price, is like being cheated to fuck first, and you're now paying money for it.

If you have to know the place that we dine, is called New Gaya Seafood Restaurant. However, to completely write off the restaurant would be utterly unfair and bias because it was my personal opinion. The food was ok I would say, and with a good company, what more can I say, is a dinner full of joy and laughter, poking fun of your closest mates, talking about the funny moments that happen throughout the days was pretty amazing and we are soon distracted away from the expensive, fairly ok food, and all we were doing was talking and shoving food into our mouths and fueling up our empty stomach.

Well obviously we are all carnivores, leaving only the vege for plating on the plate, and obviously there are some auditing to do based on my previous statement claiming that the food was just OK. Do judge for yourself if you're thinking of going there for food tasting.

I know this seems to be funny, but some how the Thai style chicken was one grade above the others, definitely worth the try if you're going there. To have the chicken better than the seafood in a seafood restaurant is like walking into a Mosque asking help from Jesus. However, is the best damn Thai Style Chicken I ever tasted, somehow someone in that busy kitchen got something right. I believe it was due to the unripe mango slice in there, that enhances the taste of sweet and sour. To talk about it now, cause my mouth flooded with saliva. Ahhh...

It took me an hour to search for this, 5 person in the car waking up 6 plus in the morning, to drive, navigate, and in search for places is equivalent working with bird brains. Sensors weren't working as it was told, and to reach the final destination that we dream off seems to be far to reach, however persistent brought us our final reward, valuable price, unforgettable taste of morning breakfast. Godlike arrrr.... Well if by this time, you were still reading my post, thank you so much, I very much appreciate your faithfulness or patience, write down your name in the comment column, I would be very much happy to treat you for a lunch, as most of the time, people will finally make up their mind and stop reading because I am starting to talk cock now.

The name of the coffee shop is Called 华园 or Hua Juan.. no idea why it is spelled that way obviously it is not mandaring. Anyhu.. The noodles were fucking awesome.. the texture is different but I couldn't quite compare it to anything, definitely softer, and smoother comparing to normal yellow noodles, like MiHunKueh if you have any idea what it is, or else just take it as very special noodles kay~

Dear Muslim counter part, if you're reading this, I am so sorry if I offended you. I just couldn't help it, Pork tasted so fine over here. If Cow were nominated as the first most useful animal in this world, my dear pig would be the first runner up, and it only lose out because it couldn't milk. Or I should say I haven't tasted pig's milk before. This plate consist of everything from a Pig, ears, stomach, lungs, intestine, tongue you named it.. Well to correct my previous sentence, I am sorry if I said everything, I don't eat pig's dick definitely and I didn't think I found any in there. Well, full credit given to the boss, the sauce were all simmered into the edible parts, and it taste better than ever, noodles were great, soup were great, the waiter or waitress which I have no idea more like a transsexual was overly passionate with us, little ingredients here and there which made up a damn good morning breakfast and satisfied foodies.

One more picture before I end the post, there is indeed something more in the noodles that I couldn't quite figure out. Anyhow, the funny part was, after our meal, it only took us 10 minutes to get back to our Hotel,obviously we were down with the bird brain symptom before that. So if you're in KK, I know the food is a little bit pricy as comparing to Peninsular, please do not at all tried to put all your money eating KFC, McDonalds, and Pizza Hut, obviously good food is everywhere, is up to you to look for it if you're hard working enough, Be an Early Bird, don't be an angry Bird haha XD.

Beach @ Sabah

2011-03-21T14:43:00.000+08:00

Ever wonder where all that once lovely beach, beautiful sand, shining crystal clear ocean water, and those sunny lovable hot, busty and sexy babe had gone to? I couldn't answer that until I had seen the beach in Sabah... Is the bitch of all beaches in Malaysia I would say. Definitely a place, for some exotic escapade, hot sexiness, pour in some lust, add in some fire and you get a damn fucking awesome place to be in.

White sandy beach, crystal clear water, one could actually look where you're swimming towards in the water, and fishes are all around, clear blue sky.. the perfect weather for a beach day getaway. Best place on earth.. beautiful sexy looking babes, wearing all sorts of bikins, varieties of design and colour perfected the picture. It forms the perfect picture for a man to see, fully tinted sun glasses are the best thing you could have with you, a cold beer, chillax and enjoy the awesome scenery.

Owh Sabah Sabah, I regretted for not knowing you soon enough.. The time spent at the beaches was not enough for me to be honest, the place was so cool and the babes were so hot, I felt guilty for not spending enough time with you.

Is a postcard in the making, is as thou, every turn, corner, every side were so perfect that one wouldn't get enough of. Dear oh dear Sabah.. I shall come back and visit you again. I won't keep you waiting for too long, cause you're one of the nicest beach I ever seen.

Jalan Jalan Cari Makan @ Kota Kinabalu

2011-03-19T11:35:00.001+08:00

When someone told me that there's nothing to eat in Kota Kinabalu, I didn't really trust them. I believe that is whether or not you know how to look for the right place and have the right click of people with you. Trust me the group of people is really important as a simple meal together will make it joyful and delicious as well. However, the food in Kota Kinabalu is slightly higher in price comparing to Peninsular, so if you're going there as a foodie, make sure you do prepare yourself sufficient amount of money to avoid unwanted embarrassment and awkwardness. Here I am writing a post to share the foods that I have eaten, tasted, touched and smelled in Kota Kinabalu.

A sunny and busy Sunday morning, the perfect time to hunt for food. Walking around in Gaya streets, many shops were open, many were busy, a shop selling food and was fulled with people, nothing could go wrong, "that's it! Is here." I said, nothing could go wrong with so many people in there eating. Is a Shop called YikFung and is full of hungry hooligans that has no manners at all, but never mind, I understand that you're hungry but so do I, so fark offf from my table.

'Ngu Chap' 牛杂 , meaning beef intestine or in layman term spare parts soup. However, this here comes with noodles, not normal yellow noodles but rice noodles. Apparently people here are more health conscious than in peninsular. The broth taste like Bak Kut Teh, the beef is slighly or for me is totally overcooked, for the other spare parts of beef, it was ok.

The Wan Tan Mee was ok, but one should try to avoid something that is so common when they are travelling around. I am wondering how I should comment on this.. it taste.. plain.. wan tan mee plain.

Sabah Laksa, from the outlook it did look rather appealing, something that could cause your mouth water up by your saliva from the first look at it. However, after the first taste of the gravy, it wasn't that appealing anymore, it taste like curry but curry hangus or burned. I could taste the bitterness in the gravy and it somehow spoil my appetite. Most probably it was how it taste originally, but it sure does didn't suit me at all, I only manage to eat half of it and I stopped.

We were all starving and hungry when we reach Kota Kinabalu town after our expedition, and what we could think of is something that could refuel and replenish our lost energy, and there and then Bak Kut Teh comes to our mind. Took out my phone and started surfing, 'Top 15 best food in KK" and this was listed as the first one. Name of the shop Yu Kee 佑记. If you have no idea what to order, ask the owner to mix it all up for you. Do prepare for the price thou, is slightly pricy, RM 56 for 4 person, this was my first time eating Bak Kut Teh that expensive.

Everyone were starving when the food came, all chopsticks were up and ready to tackle the food the moment it landed. The Bak Kut Teh style is a little different, the broth comes in separate small bowls, and so does the meat, ribs and intestines. Not bad at all. but I prefer yam rice comparing to plain white rice which they did not offer here. There's also a plate of Choi Sam with sesame oil all over it. The place is near to Gaya street, opposite of Jesselton Hotel, the shop is busy and full with people outside, so you won't get it wrong.

If you're still hungry and capable to take on more, try Yoyo Cafe's croissant. The sugar coated croissant, is crispy all over the place, and the sweetness are just perfect. Something I would love to have for a midday tea break. Once you taste it, you wouldn't stop eating.

Breakfast breakfast breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Feeling lucky today?? Wanna taste some pork, try Kedai Kopi Melanian. The shop serves up big bowls of delicious pork noodles. Not too expensive comparing to what I had before.

Ok, I am gonna drop some tips for you here dear readers, if you have a small stomach, do not take the noodles, it gonna stuffed you up like a freaking bean bag, avoid ordering the dry noodles, unless you wanna get yourself into soy sauce poisoning, try the noodles soup instead.

Nice big bowl of spare parts soup, perfect breakfast for you, energy booster for the rest of the day. Pig stomach, pig lungs, pig intestines, pork balls, pork meat. Heavenly~Godlike.. If you're a pork lover this is definitely the place for you.

More than words to describe how it feels.. Take that beautiful looking piece of meat, dip it and let it swim in the chili sauce or soy sauce full of chili, put it in your mouth... ahhh farkk it taste so damn good.

Chicken Feet in Mushroom sauce.. splendid. Something I didn't ordered at first, but the side dish are too attractive and I couldn't resist the temptation. I wasn't wrong at all, the smell, taste and look were equally good. The sauce are sweet and fragrant, coated on to the chicken feet were just perfect, I spent that morning sucking on that succulent chicken feet.

This shop just kept coming out with good stuffs, self made stuff toufu with gravy pouring on top of it. The gravy tasted like "Wat Tan Hor" and is real smooth and goes straight down to your throat.

That's all for today, stay tune to Jalan Jalan Cari Makan @ Kota Kinabalu Part 2. I am a little hungry myself now. @.@

My Journey Up to Mount Kinabalu

2011-03-18T23:18:00.003+08:00

I told myself repeatedly on the way back to Peninsular, "Jming, pls pls post this up fast when all that you saw was still fresh in your mind!" and here I am doing what I was told by myself.

Climbing up Mount Kinabalu was never once on top of my list, but visiting Kota Kinabalu, the still fairly unknown land to me was. So when my friend offer me to go for Mount Kinabalu, I said yes! but not for climbing highest peak in Malaysia, but for the wonderful place of Kota Kinabalu where my friend Edgar is from and also for the name of second busiest airport in Kota Kinabalu, second busiest, this sure means something right?~!

So throughout the days, weeks and months before the Mount Kinabalu trip, I wasn't preparing myself at all to climb that Peak! All I had been doing was going searching on line hunting down interesting places to see, nice food to eat, awesome things to play. When the day comes, I wasn't fully prepared at all, what I had with me was some little piece of information on how it was like on top from dearest relatives and according to her it was like hell to hike all the way up to the mountain.

The journey up was a tough one, if you're not fully aware and well prepared for this, trust me, the mountain gonna fuck you up nicely, every inch of your muscle on your body will be strained. Definitely not for those who are weak in will, mentally and physically unfit. Yes, you may still go ahead, you might even reach the top, but trust me you will find yourself exhausted, tired, headache, dizzy, feel like puking and wondering why the fuck do you need to pay yourself to suffer, are you nuts? are you retard?? Is that worth it?? Farkkkk, fark fark fark, and of course along you add in some hokkien vulgarity that some might find it a little uncomfortable with, ^^!!

This is me before the hike.. all smile and sunny look along the way.. wearing just a Byford inner wear and a sports pants.. feeling all awesome as though I can take on the world. Hooorahhhhhh! The cool breeze and the sunlight radiates slightly above mountain, that view was just plain amazing, something that I had not seen for years.

"Take Nothing But Photographs, Leave Nothing But Foot Prints." a big sign that greeted me when I arrive at the park. Hoolllyyy cow!! Whaaddaaa farkkk, Maddaaa farkkk was my first few words when I step out of that minivan that drove us to the park, indeed no one will ever say no to that magnificent, fantabulous, awesome, simply beautiful, mesmerizing and romantic view. Your life span might even prolong for a few extra years, your temper might be reduce, you started smiling wow is that real? Am I dreaming? Is this Malaysia? and when I turned around and looked at my friends, their eyes were hooked as thou they are looking at the most beautiful thing ever.

Like I said before the journey up was not easy, the first few hundred meters was a breeze, or I could say a walk in the park as energy level was soaring high, mental will were still strong, however as you climb higher, the air gets thinner, without noticing, you're gasping for air and every steps get heavier every time and you run out of energy sooner than you thought. I was sweating by then, here's a picture of me resting my head with a walking stick, another 1.5km to reach the top. Don't even dare to look up, as the steepness and the amount of steps that I need to climb frightens me, sweat dripping down my face and my body even thou the air was cold, the closer it gets, the harder and more steep it is, the colder it gets, the harder your nipple is as well haha =P

After bad mouthed and cursed and begged and I wonder how many times I had mentioned the word shit, ass, mother and fuck.. both words do go along well. So .. thank God, I reach Raban Lata finally, it was 4pm in the afternoon, all I felt was grateful that I am still able to stand, and I had not die. The sun was shining brightly but I was not afraid of that as it took care of the coldness for me, my sweater by that time was still along the way carried by the potter, so I spent my time there taking picture and enjoying the damn fucking awesome scenery. I was 3300 plus meters above sea level at that time. The feeling of being higher than anyone else, even higher than the trees, cloud is so near to you as thou you can reach it with your hand, tear it off and put it in your mouth like a cotton candy. Honestly, the feeling and sense of achievement was there, even thou I had not reach the peak yet.

A view straight down from Raban Lata.... what more can I say.. you really have to be there to feel it. Is that kind of scenery that makes you feel worthwhile living in this world.. all I could said during that particular moment was wow.. this is really beautiful.. most simple yet had the strangest feeling of all time as thou I couldn't believe that I am seeing this.

Being in Sutera Sanctuary Lodge was a bless, the heater provides warmth for us.. is like a little heaven inside, food is served for starving mountain climbers that could take on a whole cow, hot soup is there to warm your stomach, red bean dessert, coffee and tea, never felt so grateful for both things. I couldn't believe that the best soup I ever tasted was in Mount Kinabalu, even thou it was just a plain simple chicken soup.. the urge to drink something warm surpass the need for taste and flavor. I am a person that is not afraid of cold, I could sleep with my clothes off with 16 degrees air conditioning in my room but that day I gave up..It was bloody 8 degrees Celcius at the outside when I checked on the thermometer, still bearable but not when the wind blows on to you.

Farrkkkkk the food taste damn great and I am so farrrrkinnng hungry. I am not gonna comment about the food, all I know it was tasty and I ate as thou I have never eaten for my whole damn life.

Good things just kept happening, is as thou the nature knows that I am still hungry, and HE is cooking up a big yoke for me, the bright red yellow yoke of the sun sets and the mist forms the perfect picture of a boiling egg. That view itself, cause an havoc in the lodge, everyone rushed out with their cameras, Wow here Wow there Wow everywhere, I couldn't catch it with my camera as the battery was still charging, never felt so grateful for my N97 before, for taking that perfect picture at that very moment.

And at that moment, a hero walk by at least He was my hero, true hero, true inspiration, an 79 year old man from Norway, with several joint paints and shivering legs, climbed all the way up here and told me how beautiful this place was and how much he enjoyed it, while all I do was cursing with vulgarity along the way. I was embarrassed there and then, I felt so sorry for myself for being short and timid, not having enough endurance, patience and will. If someone as old as him are still able to do this, there's no reason why, we should be wasting our life being satisfied with our current condition when there are still many things out there for us to see and achieve.

1.30 in the morning, I was awaken by the walking sound outside of my room, as the floor was made from wood and the bottom was empty, it became apparently loud and low ton when people walk pass. I wasn't too angry thou, I barely even sleep throughout the night, in fact it was better for me to wake up as I was struggling to sleep, the air was thin and cold, my nose was blocked, and every time I breath, it made my throat dry, drinking was not a good idea, water was cold, and I shivered throughout the night, the blanket provided was thin, I put on two socks, my sweater and my wind breaker, body was warm but my face could felt the cold ever so sensitively. The thought of going to the bathroom to take a poop was unbearable, exposing your clean wide as on that cold freezing toilet seat was fark farking farkkkkk up down and both side ways. Try brushing your teeth, I did that, I even washed my face, is like hitting your face with a brick of ice, the coldness spike into my teeth even my finger.. I don't even think Sensodyne would be useful =P. I even bathed as I couldn't stand sleeping without bath, is like dancing in the bathroom, but this time shorter duration along with shivering noises as well as losing control of ur jaw muscle.

Never mind that as I need to wake up and prepare for my hike. We started our journey at 230 in the morning, all geared up, with chocolate bars, energy drink, camera and water in my small sling bag. Barely even feel my fingers, took a peep on the thermometer, 5degrees.. fark.. look at it again this time more carefully.. it just drop another 1 degrees.. the @.@ face started showing, we are not even at the peak yet. Farkkk. After a short briefing, we were good to go.

The night sky was amazing.. never once I felt the stars so close to me.. the clearest most beautiful sky I have ever seen so far. The only regret I had was not being able to stand the cold and the strong wind on the top, I was afraid to take off my cozy hand gloves as my bones could felt the piercing coldness, taking it off and to press the camera shuttle was unthinkable at that time.

The road up was dreadful and dangerous, energy drain quickly and endurance and physically challenging, from a breeze walk turns into mountain climbing for a sudden, big formation of rocks everywhere, pool of mountain water gathered on the rocks, some ferns that could survive the coldness and strong wind lives. Got to be really careful on your steps, as some of the rocks were slippery and steep. It shattered your will whenever you try to look up and the peak were still faraway from you and the road becomes more and more challenging, I was climbing alone, those behind me were too far away and for those in front of me, I couldn't be bother to catch up with them, I was moving on my own speed, trying not to over push myself, whenever I am tired or I am out of breath, I looked for a big stone to take a rest, sat down for awhile, took a sip of Livita before I started walking again, the air was thin, and the cold wind kept blowing, my wind breaker didn't seem to be working, I felt my face being slapped by the coldness.. cheek turned red, nose felt cold, mucus dripping, trying to wipe away, stuff my hand into my bag in search of my towel, big gloves were obstructing my way, the coldness paralyze my finger muscle, sensitivity level drop, finally I pulled out my small towel and wipe it off, continue my journey again. Something funny did happen thou, a couple cut passed me, and the girl farted big time awkward as clearly me, the boyfriend who is behind her hears it and laugh at her speaking back in Cantonese asking why do you fart at me.

Every time when I felt like giving up, I looked back down it looks 10 times more scarier comparing to climbing up, I kept telling myself "Jming you had come a long way don't give up now", all I could see was a dark sky at the back and some dim white light those are the headlights of the people, they are moving up quickly, don't give up, don't give up, be there, see the sun rise, those are the words playing in my mind at that moment. The stars gave me strength and so does the moonlight, it reflects the light from the son ever so brightly and forms a hollow ring around its aperture. I gather myself, slapped my face both left right with my big gloves, clapped three times, held my hands close to my mouth and breath out, I could see warm smoke coming out from my mouth and continue my journey upwards.

5.30 in the morning, I officially reached the highest peak in Malaysia, 4095.2 meters above sea level. A huge relief and sense of pride of myself. I told myself you had indeed achieve something this year.. well done Jming well done. There wasn't many people up there yet, so I managed to have my own picture taken with the wooden board. Being on top of everyone else, I shouted Yessssss!!! Woohoooooo!!! with my lungs out. Congratulate the others who make it to the top as well of course this time with my gloves off however regretted quickly after a few hand shakes.. the temperature was like 1 or 2 degrees Celcius at the top. My face are frozen when I smiled but it worth every single sweat and pain I had endured to be up here.

First ray of sunlight blazing across the sky.. magnificent wind started moving real quickly, never once I prayed for the sun to come out fast, I was hoping that the solar radiation could help bring some warmth over the land as I was freezing. I couldn't help but asked my friend to hand me his towel so that I could rapped around my face and cover up my soon dropping nose and cracking mouth.

Going up was hard, but going down was even harder, dangerous, lose control and you fall. Most probably you fall with your head down first, then you die, or you fall with your knee knock on the rocks, then you have a broken limb.

As the sun rise, sky turning from dark black to blue, and I could see the clouds, and that bright yellow sun light.. is 615 in the morning by that time.

Is time to leave the peak and headed back to the lodge.. I was really hungry by then and I need my breakfast badly, all I had in my mind was grabbing the hot coffee cup with both my hands to get some warm and some bread or cakes to fill my stomach.

Pass by 'Donkey Ears' on my way down.. couldn't help to take a picture of it. As the sun was just rising between the ears. And there ends my journey to conquer Mount Kinabalu, never underestimate yourself my dear readers even at time you doubt your own capabilities, do your very best and never give up till the end, most probably is due to the crisis in Japan, I felt and think a lot on my way down the hill, there are too many things that I need to do, and I am gonna do it I told myself.

To Study Or Not To Study

2011-03-11T10:43:00.000+08:00

One important thing UTP had thought me for the past 4 and a half years is that, study hard and score well is one thing, not study at all and score well is SOMETHING. To be able to study for days and nights and score well in the exam only proves that you're just a real good copying machine. To be able to not study at all, cheat in the exam and not get caught.. score well some more means you're smart and savvyyyy. There are countless of time when the lecturer stood in front of the class and mentioned 'dear students, please don't cheat, the management take it very seriously on the offense of cheating, even thou it was mentioned with a stern and forceful voice, and for someone who is able to ignore that completely and stick with his principles to do what he needs to do, is someone you need to respect as he got BALZ.

I am not saying this is good and you should be doing it.. as this isn't that kind of thing for everyone. Weak in mind, less in courage, low in agility, then my friend this is not the thing for you. If you're thinking of trying, make sure you polish your skills well. Seriously, to think of how to cheat in a test is way harder at times comparing to study and just sit for the test. One has to draw out a plan, look for strategic alliance partner, to standardized with them, to fully utilize of customize the available tools at hand, synchronizing phones, cutting out small piece of paper and writing answer on them, saving the lecture slides on the phone.. not only that once has to actually read through the whole slides, in order for him or her to know where the answer actually located and can be found easily. He or she has to arrived an hour or more earlier to look for the potential blind spot in the class.. to make necessary adjustment or add ons to the table's and chair, to write down the formula on top of it or below it. At the end it takes more hard work comparing to just study and go sit for the fucking test, which is why those study machines were studying like crazy and those smart people are working like crazy thinking how to cheat the next day, equal workload, riskier but higher rate of return, this are the people that can work in corporate as their willing to take the risk! So Petronas please interview and take the right person!

Desperation

2011-03-08T19:20:00.000+08:00

There's a saying in Hokkien, Bo Hu He Ma Ho, direct translation would be.. 'no fish, prawn also can'.. I am definitely reaching the point of desperation.. self made Chicken Kut Teh in hostel..

Desperation, the driving force you need to do wonders... enough said!

RotiMan

2011-02-13T17:39:00.000+08:00

From a distance faraway, a distinctive honk caught the attention of a boy sitting in front of the television while working with his schoolwork. 'Is the RotiMan' he shouted! That's me when I was young. Quickly, I rush to the door reaching for the keys where at that moment still fairly high for me to reach, I got it! Opened the door hurriedly, while shouting out to the RotiMan, 'Uncle Uncle wait wait!', he stopped his motorcycle a few house away from mine, he noticed me, in a relief I rush back to my school back, unzipped and trying to reach down as far as I could to the bottom of my bag to scramble for that left over coins from school that morning. '10 cents, 20 cents, 30 cents, 40 cents, good! Is enough' I said with my little voice, don't wanna wake up my sister as I would get scolding from her for wasting money. I got out the house and asked the uncle for a blue box with Doraemon cartoon outside of it, I got the chance to choose the box myself, so I picked out each and every box and shake it close to my ears and tried guessing what was inside, basically I go through every single one of it till I satisfied or the Uncle gets a little irritated by me then I would stop. I handed over the money and I sat down under my neighbor's mango tree to open up the box. As usual it was a packet of chocolate biscuit which doesn't bother me much, I was looking for the toy and it was a miniature green army man holding a rifle on a combat position, oh.. I was happy then, one more army man on to my collection of many. The neighbor kid shouted at me, " eh!what you got?", " Green Army Man with Rifle, you?" I replied.. 'Yerrrrrr, I got a stupid rubber ball, wanna trade?" he replied.. "Hell no!" I said. We traded with each other sometime when we got something that we didn't want but I was really satisfied with my toy and I went back inside while munching the side gifts of chocolate biscuit.

I many years had passed and I couldn't remembered when was the last time I saw a Rotiman. The latest one was today in Ipoh and childhood memories start flowing into my mind. That was the good old days, where all my worries was my unfinished school work, and what kind of toys I might get with that 40 cents of asset that I had on that day. It sure worth nothing nowadays but for me, those were the truest moment where money can't buy. Those army men, help me live through the days when there was no internet, no cellphone, no facebook and no video games, all I had was my imagination and a bunch of stagnant, hard plastic material green soldier playing, and I made a movie out of that, I made my own 'call of duty' game.. That was the moment I missed.. that was Jming.

Yau Siu Kia

2011-02-11T16:23:00.000+08:00

Is the season of love, and in UTP not only the human is lifting the spirit of love but the cat as well. Openly confessing their love to the other once, cat walking around the hallway.. 'Meowww Meoowwww Meowwww' here and there, uses their tongue to lick and cleanse their genitals, to make sure is perfectly polished and is ready to go anytime and at anywhere. They meow here meow there and meow everywhere, no matter day or night.. they get extremely arouse, sexually active, some found their love fast, and soon one were on top of the other shaking furiously and making uncomfortable, high pitch, noises.. Protection never occurred through their minds as their one and only goal was to make ten times more pussy in UTP than before.

Some that Meow on the wrong tree, got bite by the female or hit at the face, poor them soon they have to find ways to satisfied themselves..masturbating or to look for some alternatives. Some who doesn't gave up keep smelling the female's genitals until that pussy gave in.. some tried persuading, talking to the female into conceiving a child with him.. kind of civilize but noisy as there are lots of meow meow conversation going on out there, 'meow meowww, meow meowww', meaning 'lai la lai la ( come la come la)' in their language. Some even tried with brutal force, pushing the female on the floor with their two front paws and pushing it in and out like a reciprocating piston, each time forcefully, causing an eruption of volcano, the earth stood still, the whole hostel were starting at that two little beast, one fucking and one being fucked! The one that got fuck cry out loud, every time she felt the thrust.. poor kitty... is like animal planet live in UTP.

Some who's hunger for more tried gang bang.. threesome, foursome and so on. However, that always ended badly having two or more fighting with each other.. that poor bastard who has the smallest dick always loses, ran away from the other alpha males.

My dear readers, I am proud to introduce to you that I now own one of the alpha male, he consistently visited me as I provided a somewhat convenient, comfortable, cozy shelter for him. I named him 'The Yau Siu Kia King of Village 5'. When the days were cold, wet and full with loud noises of thunder, he came to me, when he needs to put on some nice colon, he came to me, when he feels like sharpening his paws, he came to me. When times are bad and he needed some condolence or boost of confidence, he came to me and take a sniff at my socks. As he is a SuperCat, and only he can take a sniff at that smelly socks of mine, but god damn that son of a pussy who destroyed my Adidas when exercising his fighting skills, sharpening his paws.

Nonsense

2011-02-09T13:35:00.002+08:00

I have done countless of nonsense stuffs ever since I started university and sometime I am quite amazed with myself that I have actually survived after a freaking cold blooded 4 and a half years. 7 months left before I graduate, wow freaking unbelievable. I am definitely not the brightest student throughout my schooling life but I ended up surprising myself most of the time, of course there're some downturn here and there, once in awhile, once in a freaking blue moon, sometimes rapidly, often and freaking every now and then for example the university management postpone my freaking graduation, that's a big no no for me.

2006

was a new beginning for me, a new chapter of life, a change of environment, leaving the family and joining new people forming my own click in a new environment. Kept wondering what the fuck did I do wrong, to deserve being in a shit hole. I wasn't ready to give up on all those entertainment, going out with friends, talking drinking yet, as I got my license a year ago and I was having fun! I went home nearly every weekend and people were wondering what's wrong with me.

The day before I left Malacca to start my first day in school, I chatted with a girl and little did I know she was the girl of my dream in the continuous years after. I clearly remembered how it goes till this very day.. god that was sweet sweet moment in my life. Freaking awesome!

Starting new, meaning a need to adapt, and it took me some long time before getting use of going to classes in the morning, I screw up lots of quizzes for not attending the morning session, I didn't know there was assignment for I wasn't there in the class and that kinda fuck up my result, and also make me realize how important it is to have a click of friends that will push you up early in the morning to attend classes, helps you cheat in quizzes.. first taste of reality and the fucking world. Sooner than I thought I learnt that lecturer do not give a fucking shit about your problems! Yeah! they pretend that they listen but in real their mind were thinking what kind of position they would like to try at home tonight with their husband.

That first sem, I did something new, I did Aikido, a Japanese form of martial arts, training was done at night from 10-12am twice a week, first encounter with Iranian, Sensei Hamed Zanjani, a big guy, a tough guy but a very good one. More like a bro to me as when we were around as individual he started giving me advice on how to conduct yourself in life, I was kinda amazed by him back then. Starting in Aikido also get me going on other forms of martial arts as well, and I was pretty busy every night during that sem for attending training classes. I also learnt something during Aikido, Middle easterners, Africans you don't want to be around them when they sweat! They fucking smell!!!

2007

Another new sem for me, I could remember how dreadful it was, when I knew my holiday was ending soon and I need to get back school I became really really emo that time, like a women having period but not once a month but every other day except that it didn't cause me any physical pain. I got problem eating.. not eating less but eating more, trying to put the whole Malacca into one mouth.

Pretty much a routine life when I am back to school training training training, classes classes classes, miss quiz miss quiz miss quiz. Miss class in the morning, one of the finest moment was during physics classes when the lecturer call out my name for being the only person who scored full marks in his test and yet absent, proud day huh, but I miss the quiz and now I am directly on the spot in his radar, have to meet up with him later to get back my test paper.

Discover the power of data sharing, movies were uploaded and shared among us in the school. Awesome! As thou a new religion was found that time. Porn sharing was one of the best you could find up there people were downloading forcefully, without hesitating.. Another realization.. men will always be men.. we are all the same, we have sex drive so high that could blow up the roof, we kept porn, we saved it, we shared it among each other and yea we commented after that, yeah I know is bad.. I am bad.. not a good guy anyway.. most probably shallow, hamsap and everything add up to be named a piece of crap. Theory that had been proven correct, 10 out of 10 men watch porn 9 admits and one don't, during the starting of the semester when everyone were still pretty new, decent, nerd and innocent loooking.. you get the don'ts more. As time goes by.. people are openly confessing, asking, begging and walking around room to room with a thumb drive asking if you have that something something for them. When the men shares or trade porn with each other, they became bros, just like how you share a cigarette with your close pals or your boss. Is a code, something that say hey this guy is just as fuck up as I am, we can be bros.

Most nonsense feature of the year, me with a broken elbow! walking around attending classes with casting on my right hand and supported by a triangular cloth. Best moment of the sem, have two weeks of mid semester break, excuses to skip quiz, as I injured my right hand, writing was really difficult for me, exploring the potential of my left hand, started writing with it, eat with it and do lots of stuffs with it. I was wrong to say lecturer doesn't give a shit about you, as I started getting pity marks from lecturer, more time during test and quizzes.

2007 was a good year, first introduction of a hot lecturer in computer science class. Awesome.. she dress like a corporate office lady, decent make up, most importantly she has a perfectly curved body line. God was pretty generous to someone in particular. Class started to have full attendance from that day onwards, if you're slightly late, you might not be able to get a seat.

At the beginning of First year degree, I brought my car to school! That's the time when I said goodbye to my bicycle, and started eating out everyday at Tronoh. I soon forgot the taste of cafe's food in school. Was embrace by the fragrant curry, roast duck, steam herbal chicken from Onn Fatt. Of course with cars around means more regular Ipoh trips, no thanks to old rusty, no air conditioned town bus. Saying hi to Penang, driving up and down and was enjoying myself travelling and eating much which contributes to my weight gain.

Which is also a year, I started dating with the girl of my dream, ahh I could still remember those days we spent seating at the field enjoying the night breeze and scenery of Malacca.

2008

2008 was a battle, to cope with assignment, work so on and so fourth. Worked part time during the break, earn some money and got attracted and hooked up with sneakers and sport shoes. Towards the end year of 2008, I was made president for Aikido club, not exactly the best moment as I was handling a pile of shit then, the previous president who is also the Sensei soon graduated and will be leaving the school, I was left with nothing, some money, some badges, and some contacts, just enough to make ends meet. Made all the effort to discuss and make adjustment and arrangement for an Ipoh Sensei to come in, who gave me a hard time. Time passed swiftly during 2008, I started swimming again and doing some exercise to help improve my hand conditioned. Oh, and I got my Taekwondo black belt certificate from Korea that year. Gave 'Duit Kopi' to a police officer for the first time.

2009

Introduction of my gf to the whole family during CNY, moment was sweet and happy. A year full of skipping classes, sleeping in the room, going out and enjoying myself, going to cyber cafe, camping in there playing 'Call of Duty', 'Left 4 Dead'. The year when I was introduced to Wonder Girls, SNSD, Big Bang, Family Outing.. basically the new and hottest Korean Entertainment. The year when Michael Jackson died and started listening to his songs again, the day when I attended my Taekwondo Referee seminar, and I am now an official state referee. Got my SCUBA Diving license, first trip to redang, a taste of the beautiful ocean. Trained hard, lost sensible amount of weight.. lowest in 3 years freaking 80kg!!! Invited to MTV World Stage in Sunway by Jason! Awesome moment.. met with new people. The world was hit with H1N1, everyone were required to wear a mask when walking in the academic complexes.

Towards the end of 2009, I started my interneship with Siemens Malaysia, in the Power Generation department working on Gas Turbine maintenance. First encounter with Germans, my supervisor was a German, and my stereotype of Germans that they were strict and no nonsense type soon gone. Supervisor was a cool guy, and thanks to him, I get to go on Tioman trip during working days. Everyone must be pretty much wondering why was Jming sick all the time. My not so brief experience of what working was like, spoke to many people, experience gained, connection established, it was quite a journey to be in Siemens working with all those people, the late nights at the Power Plant, the Six Sigma project from the VP.

2010

Towards, the end of my internship, I couldn't wait to get back school and meet up with my friends. The thought of graduating soon started pouring in! 2010 was all about travelling, eating and updating blog. It was also a time for reunion with some close friends that were graduating. Final year first semester was like seating on a roller coaster fun and short. Kuching trip was awesome as well as Rainforest Festival. MTV world stage with Jason! First close proximity with Wonder Girls, we dance like crazy and got really embarrassed later when we noticed people are looking. I caught my first fish that year, not with a net but a fishing rod!! I climb Kledang Hill!! I went HatYai!!! Got haunted by Shemale!! Took a drive to Cameron!! Awesomeeeeeee semester. Fetch Vern and Peow back from dinner, pick up a middle easterner, a classmate who just after basketball, big No No! Vern was sitting behind with him, savoring, smelling, tasting, enjoying the smell from his armpit throughout the journey from the front gate to the hostel. Me blasting the fan fully and holding my breath.

The Highlight of the year would definitely fall on the study week, when I passed a handwritten note to a girl saying that I would like to get to know her... god that was freaking embarrassing and got chicken skin all over! Never in my right mind I thought I will be able to do that.

The WORST MOMENT OF 2010 WAS, WATCHING THE MOVIE SKYLINE!!!! Worst decision made during my life.

Christmas was lonely.. so does new year's eve. Slightly worst time of the year still skyline no.1.

And another year passed... and now is 2011!! 7 months more to do lots of nonsense before I graduate!

年糕 Nian Gao

2011-02-04T01:49:00.001+08:00

年糕, Nian Gao ( Sticky Rice Cake)

Something that are made with 100% love and sincerity, may be a simple gift, but is an extended of care and love to someone else. My donkey ass brain couldn't quite make up the logic earlier on, I thought it would be a waste of time, definitely not worth the trouble, hassle, the sweating, and the tiredness to make this. But now I understood, is a show of concern, love and care to the one closest to you, after a year's of hard work, something you made with your both hands and sweat, the sincerity is definitely far more than any other present you could find or buy outside. Those who receives are happy, those who made it are happier.

Is the time of the year again, for my mom and my aunt to get together and make some nice, tasty, sticky, sweeettttt Chinese Rice Cake. And this time, I am not gonna let anything lose, and try to capture the most important tradition of my families, something I could cherish in the future, hopefully =)

Banana leaves are prepared, clean, smoked so that the leaves become soft and easy to work with.

The leaves are cut, and arranged properly to fill the base and side of the containers, and is secured with a rubber band.

This, my dear readers, is the essence, a mixture constitute of sugar and finely grind gluttonous rice, in a balance ratio of 1:1.

The mixture is then scooped into the container and measured to desire quantity, shape and size.

Because of the different sizes and shape that we are making, arranging the containers are more or less like playing lego, you're trying to maximize the space, because of the large amount of Nian Gao we're making, we're trying to make sure there aren't any waste space as we need to complete all in one go.

Finally, light a small fire on a piece of old newspaper, drop it on the stove, and turn on the gas.. and the sound gushing out like a small gas turbine. The mixture is steamed for 12 hours straight throughout the night and till the morning, water is checked once in awhile and refill if necessary, at the end of the session, the sugar should be fully caramelize and you're suppose to get a brown, sticky Nian Gao, if it is nothing close to that, then my friend you have failed, if you need to know why.. please called hotline 012-288888888 (don't call number do not exist, if yes tell me I would like to know who's on the line as well.)

And before the new year comes, my mom and aunt will distribute the Nian Gao as a gift to our closest and dearest, wishing them a good, happy new year ahead, they are happy and my mom and aunt are happy too as their hard work are paid off and being cherish by others.

We live in a modernize world, a world that emphasize on individualism, we forgot that how much we might need others sometime, is the art of giving that keeps people connected, that keeps the family together.That's something I need to learn and to learn it by heart, I never know if I could ever be as good as my mom, but I promise myself to try. Sincere, love and care, that's what the world needs now.

Happy Chinese New Year Everyone, may all of us live healthily and happily in our lives.

春风吹呀吹

2011-02-03T00:56:00.000+08:00

春风吹呀吹
吹入我心扉
想念你的心砰砰跳不能入睡
为何你呀你
不懂落花的有意
只能望着窗外的明月，

月儿高高挂
弯弯的像你的眉
想你的心
只许前进不许退
我说你呀你
可只流水非无情
载你飘向天上的宫阙，

就在这花好月圆夜
两心相爱心相悦
在着花好月圆夜
有情人儿成双对
这世上还有谁
能于你鸳鸯戏水
比翼双双飞。。。。

今年的新年，感触特别多，心里仍然挂念着佳人。。。
疑问特别的多。。她心中是否还有我？
当别人在外头，欣赏着烟花，鞭炮声，闻着扑鼻而来的淡淡花香。。
春风啊春风。。。你却带来了剪不断的思念。。让我独自坐在房间里，熏陶在浪漫的歌曲里，把思念写在部落格上，希望，或许孤单寂寞的人能读到，让他们知道他们并不孤单。。

好一首花好月圆夜。。的确两心相爱心相悦，有情人应当成双成对。。可我就像相片里的红灯笼，一个人亮着心里的灯，对着窗外的月亮，许了个愿，希望，心的一年里。。有情人儿，成双对。

The Downside of Chinese New Year

2011-01-22T10:42:00.000+08:00

Correct me if I am wrong.. I couldn't quite understand why is there a need to make up a big feast during Chinese New year, when clearly food, drinks and nearly everything have gone up in prices? Fish especially during such season, is extremely rare and highly demanded, and poultry. We ate that quite often right? Do you need a special reason to eat such things?

I could understand that during the good old days, people, mostly farmers, labors had work hard for the whole year and they seldom have the chance to table up meat, fish and may be even chicken for them is extremely rare. So that's the only one time in the year that they get to eat food like this. But now, our life is clearly more comfortable now.. we could enjoy food like this every now and then.. or anytime we want if we could pay for it, until a certain level I think is kind of a waste.. to cook up so many foods during Chinese New Year that could clearly feed a whole farm of pigs!

Ok you might, say things like sea cucumber, abalone, shark fins are rare to be eaten during the normal days, but seriously do you need that?? you still live without those things right? Further more those were freaking expensive stuffs.. Sea cucumber??? come on.. I barely even like that slimy stuffs.. and the cleaning process, prep work before cooking is tedious and time consuming. Abalone? come on... you should eat that during the normal days definitely.. is cheaper.. so why bother paying extra to eat during the new year? Does it taste better? or it burns a fucking hole at your pocket?Wouldn't it be better to donate the money for charity.. for old folks, or orphans that couldn't get to celebrate new year, give them warmth or something. Do something good at the beginning of the year.

Is a pain in the ass.. when someone go through all the tedious work to cook up a feast for a bunch of morons.. especially some idiotic, overly pampered children, spoil brats who not only choosy.. but a bunch of scumbag.. they are more willing to eat up a fucking hamburger than to take a spoon of rice.. they might be flipping over your dishes.. playing tantrum on the table.. refuse to take the vege. Yes and dear readers I am talking about my young ones, and if you're one of them you're pretty fuck up as well! This are the bunch of kids that should get a slap straight at the face! Worst still when the parents are just sitting beside and letting them do all they want and not even as a courtesy to speak a word or sound their children. Sad... sad... no wonder their children are talking back to them at such young age.

So you might think.. ok la.. since so ma fan, might as well go to the restaurant. Worst! You get mob there! So what are the price for a decent family dinner let say during the Chinese New Year eve? 200?300? wrong! Definitely not lower than that, most probably they would charge you something like 688,888,1288... and they serve you shit!

Common sense.. what are the odds that the fishermen are out fishing on chinese new year's eve or during chinese new year??? what are the odds fishmonger wanted to sell fish at the market during chinese new year? What are the odds, wholesaler for vegetables work during chinese new year? You wanna work? Definitely they don't want either! So restaurant will most probably stock up in advance! not one or two days definitely weeks or may be months depend on what kind of items, they freeze it, kept it... and let's say probably one or two weeks prior to the new year's eve dinner they took it out, de-froze and start doing their prep work. Some are cooked much earlier and they packed it! in plastic bag, and throw into the freezer to keep it, when it comes to New Year's eve, they would take it throw it on the fire and heat it up... put in extra MSG.. salt broth and you got SERVED!

The fun part is when, someone slurping, eating, biting, licking, tasting and claiming how good it is.. how delicious, yummy, the best! What a joke! Big fat lie! You should know why it is so good, is never always nearly about the real produce.. most probably the sauce and the taste..Is never fresh! When you get a fish during CNY and say that it is fresh.. then most probably you're a joke, trust me the cook might be laughing at you as well, cracking to his mate saying you know that asshole outside??? the rich brat?? hahaha he is paying RM 300 for a rotten fish and saying it is fresh... what a joke... you know the fish is fresh.. when it is properly steam with only a little touch of salt for taste and some ginger or may be not even ginger.. and it doesn't smell that's good fish.. that's fresh fish.. You barely taste it like that in restaurant, most probably not during chinese new year.. what you get is a beautiful looking piece of fish.. heavily flavored, with lots MSG.. or most probably deep fried and you dare say is nice and fresh.. you must be freaking out of your mind!

If you're thinking they will give you fresh cook food.. you're the most innocent person I ever seen.. how do you think they served 50 60 tables a night.. Try cooking everything prep everything the last minute.. impossible! Why is your food out so quickly? clearly something is done way before.. you better pray hard is not your fish.. your sea cucumber, your shark fin soup. How do I know all this shit? I know because I been there, the kitchen of a restaurant, I seen with my own eyes, is better not to see it sometimes, you won't want to eat it anymore after that.

Hence, why waste that money, you clearly have to spent 10 times more during the normal days and you get crappy food.. most probably MacDonalds, KFC or Pizza taste better during that time.

Then what? Chinese New Year no need to eat ar? Holiday K! I don't wanna cook! Then you, my friend are a fucking piece of shit! I never asked you to cook those big feast.. just do it like what you do usually.. cook the normal, the simple, the things that satisfied you, fried some egg. cook up some vege, make a soup then cook some rice! or steamboat.. buy a fucking chicken.. use the bone to cook up some broth, buy some ready made fish balls, meat balls, vege this and that and ask them to fucking dunk it inside shut up eat and don't complain! That's it! that's what you need! If you wanna make it taste like restaurant, drop lots of MSG, make a broth earlier on.. Or if you're damn lazy.. just go order some fucking pizza, kfc and McDonalds, no trouble cooking, you can sit down and talk and watch tv and lazy around. If you need to pray to your ancestor, just tell them the menu has changed this year.. offer them KFC, most probably they like it, you might get some revelation in your dream, asking you to serve more next year.

So easy meh... you might say! Is never easy! but if you never start.. it will never be easy your whole life.. and you will ended up doing all the unnecessary every year.

The System

2011-01-21T01:32:00.001+08:00

I am pretty amazed with myself sometimes, amazed of how powerful my mind is, amazed with my imagination and the thinking ability to come out with so many stuffs in that split of miliseconds... not that it is anything particular good that will contribute to the world, solving global warming and ended with Nobel prize in my hand and me on stage thanking my parents and everybody. Mostly my mind produce nonsense stuffs... something that amuses me.. something that could cheer me up or crack me up like nobody business suddenly... to turn or ease a situation from worst to mild.. and finally to nothing... I called it the 'System' this system I am grateful of, kept me alive at least till this very day when I can sit down in my room, chilling and writing nonsense on my blog.

It reminds me of the moment I spent with my supervisor doing the 'serious stuffs', constructive, research sort of like doing the world a big favor, looking into alternative energy sources. But.. serious stuffs is really boring sometimes, and my Middle Eastern supervisor/Associate Professor is the no-nonsense type, with strong middle eastern accent , "eccsecuz me. eccsecuz me boy.. listen to me please...", and he basically compliment everything with one word "beautiful" that's it, whatever you do.. whatever it is.. he will say "beautiful" with his palm facing you with a slight pushing gesture, and sometimes when he speaks.. My mind drifted off somewhere and not listening to a single word from him, most probably I am thinking of what to eat later after the meeting heh... which I found myself to be quite efficient in, there were also times when I looked him straight in the eyes but blank out totally.. and as he speaks.. with his mustache and beard he kinda looks like Mr.Potato and that crack me up a little, not that I dare to laugh in front of him, I literally had to bite my tongue and pretended to cough to get rid of my giggling.. yea I know.. I am an asshole. But what can I do? haha my mind is like a freaking power house, constantly projecting image linking unrelated stuffs.. that links to another and another and another...

The system works on me again today.. you know is kind of pain in the ass to sit through long hour bus from North to South.. is dreadful and painstakingly long... I took a bus back to Malacca today, obviously from Ipoh there weren't many passengers heading towards Malacca, so the bus make a few stops at Gopeng, Kuala Lumpur, Seremban then Malacca, so I am actually quite well prepared for that long journey and had my book with me to read. Is amazing how much you can accomplish with that long bus ride, I can finish a whole half of a fucking thick book, but I wasn't quite prepared for the ambiance of the bus later on.. I boarded the bus, look for my seat number, sat down on the left where all the single seats are, took out my book and started reading, picking up where I left the night before...

A lady boarded as well, wearing some tight hot pants, blouse with holes like a lot of holes.. wearing a dark color inner wear, just thin enough to wrap up her boobs, exposing her tummy, thin.. and most probably in mid 30s.. she smile at me, so for I smile back as courtesy and pointed her that the numbers are written at the side wall of the bus as she was searching high and low for it... I thought she looks like a hooker that's what I thought, but anyhow that didn't bother me much as I continue reading my books, she found her seat which is exactly beside mine and sat down near the inner seat next to the window. Little that I know that she would contribute to my not so pleasant journey later on...

A fat Malay lady boarded after awhile, and gosh she's fat.. big mama kind of fat... she sat down and the chair is making the 'fuck off this is unbearable' sound.. she let down back rest and go full down max, boom! fuck me.. my leg was trap between the chair and my bad underneath.. and my knees hurt as it knocks directly onto it.. There goes my long hour journey back home..I didn't dare to confront her.. she looked fierce.. her chubby face made her looked like a bulldog except there's no drooling and she wasn't panting with her tongue sticking out. (system's working)

The bus took off 30 minutes late, as two passenger were late, and partly the bus company was hoping to buy time to look for some extra customer to fill in the empty seats.. yea they are always like that.. never once on time, however the driver will always make up the lost time by driving faster on the highway later on.. which contributes to the death toll. Anyhow the two passenger, a mother and son combo were picked up at Gopeng toll later on, they seemed to catch up with us. They boarded the bus.. the son should be in his teens..chubby.. with a gay looking school bad on his back.. the mom came on board, typical aunt style.. annoying.. bitchy.. the kind which nags a lot, which later act of hers proven my first impression of her. Her son fill up the seat beside the hooker and the mom took the one behind his.

And still.. I am trapped in my seat.. and the big mama were sleeping soundly and making loud noises, I thought she chocked herself halfway through when the weird noises started coming up halfway through the journey, may be her airways trapped! Damn you big Mama, damn you!

Not too long after the journey, a phone rang with Justin Bieber's 'Baby' as ringtone.. I can't describe to you how much I hated this song.. starting from new and fresh-gay-really gay-annoying-fucking hate it.. I am now at the fucking hate it stage. The hooker picked up the call, 'Hello!!! Cibai!.. Ren Jia Sui Jiao Ni Da Lai Zhe Mo!) ( Hello!! Pussy!... Why must you call when people are sleeping!), I was shocked..my ear spiked up a little when she started speaking, I was reading my book but the 'Cibai' from her really caught my attention. I was thinking wow that's a first after taking bus for countless of times...but heck her voice was coarse.. and the boy sitting beside didn't hear it as he was on his Ipod, loud music on I guess, but I swear anybody else was staring right at her.. she continues yapping loudly on the phone... starting the sentence with males/females genitals and ending with them as well... Is getting pretty annoying by then.. she was loud.. and I thought she's quarreling with the boy friend or something, one more word from her I told myself I am gonna turn over and give her to "Shhhh...hand gesture!" She stops.. finally.. whew which is a big relief for me.. as I swear I don't dare to tell her to keep quiet.. my mind was imagining things like she look over at me giving me the finger and say "up yours! you dick! Watcha looking at huh?! mother never teach?! Didja eyes fucking blind?!" and then she punch me at the groin.. Ouch! that would have hurt! (the system working_)

I continue reading.. the boy sitting beside me was sweating.. what on earth.. is a fucking air conditioned bus.. and I didn't even open my vent I felt cold.. how can you be possibly sweating, I checked on him. I scan him quickly and saw his head tilted to the side for a quick second and tilt back.. once in awhile he turns.. like a freaking security camera.. but somehow.. the vision wasn't quite right. Oh.. fuck. he was checking out the hooker's boobs.. I chuckles.. awesome just awesome no wonder he was sweating.. nervous.. body warm, blood gushing from his mind down to the body to fuel up that extended 'tentacle' of his. He was pressing his bag hard on his lap.. no longer concentrate on his thinking, he tried to open up the vent, but he couldn't quite do it.. as that would require him to stretch up and most probably exposed his boner, anyway he did it, one hand holding his bag pressing against his lap and stretched up to open the vent.. he did it awkwardly.. I found it amusing.. damn this was fun..

I still trapped in my seat thou... I don't dare to drink any water..as I don't want to struggle with my bladder later on, not being able to adjust myself or go to the toilet... I managed to relief myself when the bus stopped somewhere in KL for refuel, and switches seat to the back.. all I know was my legs are numb, if the big mama didn't reposition his seat.. any longer I would be going to the ER where my legs would be chop off. I think the boy went down to the toilet to get himself relief too.. not to piss may be some other forms of relief.. some forms that requires you to work yourself and burn off some extra calories and being him doing it awkwardly in the toilet rushing.. partly afraid the bus will go off without him and people lining up outside the toilet and found no Kleenex and Wypall after he is done (system working again). The journey was tiring.. long painful.. the hooker never stop talking thou after KL.. calls continue to come in.. again and again with the stupid Justin Bieber song... I managed to sleep somehow..tiredness started kicking in.. and I dozed off.. I only awakes when the bus stops in Malacca Sentral.

As I Was Told

2011-01-19T23:33:00.003+08:00

I went online and checked the history/come about of 年糕 (pronounce: Nian Gao), a must have delicacy during Chinese New Year that are made from sticky rice or glutinous rice. However, it was a big let down after I read through the whole 'Nian Gao' history thingy, as none of what I read match with what I was told by my mother.

Is kind of funny, even thou it doesn't match a single shit of what I was told, I still very much love and will continue to remember the one my mom told me, if anyone were to asked me about the history, I will tell them the same old same old story that how I mother had told me, unless there's a gun pointing at my groin asking me to spell out the True?? (how sure?? no one knows) version. Is nicer, better and it makes more sense to me at least to a 5 year old me.

" Ma ar... why is it so important to have 'Nian Gao' during Chinese New Year??" 5 year old jming asked...

"Owh... well... boi ar, you know har.. every end of the year, the God that handles each and every house hold, will go back to heaven to report our good or bad to the Jade Emperor, and how you will live your new year will be based on your merits in the past, so our fucking ( not by my mom I added myself) wise ancestor who did so much bad things in the previous year was drawing up a plan to first bribe the God and second to keep His/Her mouth shut! Hence, 'Nian Gao' was invented, it was made extremely sweet and of course extremely sticky, so the very glutton God will be attracted by 'Nian Gao' sweetness and grab a bite and has His/Her mouth glue together so He/She can't utter a word bad about your family when doing his report..."

And dear readers the 5 year old me actually bought it.. I actually believe there's such thing as a report card for the heavenly Gods to check at the end of the year... and when I did something bad back then, I wrote down in my innocent mind " ps: remind mom to fucking ( again this was me now) offer more Nian Gao to the God next year!!" Not sure I am innocent back then.. most probably I already possessed great potential of being a screw up like now.

Time past.. after many many tropical weather of years, I don't bought that shit excuse any longer, in fact I became some sort of an Atheist I would say, not the obvious kind, but I choose to believe what I want to believe, yeah I know, I am that screw up. I still pray to my ancestor, but I am doing it more like a chore just for pleasing the elders, holding the jaw sticks with nothing in mind, swinging my hands in a continuous up and down motion and that's it... in fact I started questioning things.. 'is this necessary???", " why do you need to go through all the trouble just to do this shit?!" Furious, arrogant, the dark age of being a fuck up kid.. trying to show that he was the smartest piece of ass in the whole wide world.... I was damn skeptical on things like religion, vegetarian (I still don't believe in this crap, yea is your choice but don't fucking try to convert me), traditions etc.. I was living in my own world.. comfortable enough at least for me

And again don't know how many years had passed, I started to accept things.. may be I grew up a little or may be I am just plain lazy to be that asshole who question every single shits especially talk back to the elder..I became more concern of the wants and needs of my parents..I notice they grew older everyday.. somehow I felt inside me a strong urge to be a responsible son than being the asshole that are stubborn as a donkey back then...

Beef Noodles @ Ipoh Old Town

2011-01-14T11:29:00.000+08:00

I need to answer a call... a call from my stomach or may be my appetite, that are crying out loud, desperate for something good and tasty....

What the fuck is wrong with me man, I said to myself... get your fucking head straight, stop thinking about food you idiot!

But I can't, everywhere I go.. I think about food, the more I am in closed doors, the more I stuck in this miserable fuck up place surrounded by forests, deserted tin mining field that are now a fucking big lake but the water surface is still, unmoved, ever so quiet and depressing, even the birds look skinny, so does the cats, stray dogs around this area...they are all desperate for foods, holiday no ones here, the canteen is closed and so does there usual supply of bones and unwanted foods from the wasteful and asshole students ( referring the fuck up asshole who stole my kettle)....

I sat down inside the room alone, and then it started raining outside, not too heavy, drizzling a little then stop for awhile and it continues again.. the whole fucking day... which causes the temperature to drop and makes me hunger for warm broth...

That's it! I can stand no more.. I told myself to get out of this shit hole the next morning, first to satisfied my lust for food, second to get to the station and buy the earliest bus ticket to get out of this shit place the following day and go back to my warm, comfortable home in Malacca.

I slept through the night..food kept appearing in my mind.. never really sleep thou..kept turning around, switching sides, get up drank some water and continue sleeping again.. have no idea by when, I started dreaming about warm, fragrant beef noodles... right in front of me.. for a moment, I thought that was an epiphany.. true realization of what I need..

Fuck this shit.. I woke up at the break of dawn.. brushed my teeth hurriedly.. bathed.. tidied myself.. and scrambling out the school and heading north towards the quiet peaceful town of Ipoh...

I decided to answer my 'epiphany', I headed to old town and there it was.. hot steams coming out from shop selling beef noodles! Awesome! Banzai!!! De Maravilla~

The shop was full with people, working men and women, old retired people, school boys or girls, getting their most important meal of the day.. you know you're at the right place, there must be something special going on inside, everyone slurping the noodles continuously.. without stopping..

I made my way in and ordered in Cantonese.. that's when I realized how fuck up my Cantonese is.. when the old Tauke (boss) seems a little annoyed by my lousy Cantonese, wrong tone, different slang.. ahh fuck it! Just gimme some fucking noodles already.. I found a place and I sat down quietly and waited... one bowl passed by.. two bowl passed by.. three bowl passed by.. four bowl passed by... I am starting to get a little impatient, and I was shaking my leg furiously under the table...

The a voice came and broke me from my thoughts.."Leng Chai.. yam meh?" an old lady asked, "Errr... Kopi Shittt la Em Koi" Yea I say shitttt... my lips are dried.. so does my throat..that fucked up my pronunciation a little..

The coffee came and it calm me down a little bit..saw someone selling newspaper from far, so I raise my hand and signaled him over.. good! now I had both newspaper and coffee.. that should helped....

After like 1 million bowls had passed me ( yea that's how I felt) finally that steamy..warm soup of beef balls.. noodles came to Papa. Who's your daddy huh.. I spooned the beef broth and sipped.. the broth worm down through my throat... ahhhhh~ that's the stuff!! Satisfied.. like a fucking horny horse that just cum and NEIGHING (click that to listen to real sound).

Little did I realize that lady that sent over the soup still standing beside the table and waiting to collect the money.. "Leng Chai.. Sei Kao Lok!!" with a stern voice.. that's fucking embarrassing man.. so I paid her apologetically.. however that did not bother me much.. as I now had more serious stuff to focus with..

I am done with the soup, I turned my attention over to the noodles.. Ok I made a mistake, is called Hor Fun....I realized there aren't any beef on my Hor Fun.. I flipped it over..with my chopstick.. back and fourth.. None!Fuck! I turn around and peep at other peoples table.. they all have! but I don't! That's the time when my dream of eating a piece of tender cook beef shattered into pieces.. it broke my heart.. seriously broke my heart.. I cry a little inside.. Anyhow, I guess she won't be free to entertain me anymore.. so I just go along with it and enjoy my noodless.. hey.. at least I still got the beef balls inside my soup, that's still freaking tasty.. slurp slurp.. a mouth of hor fun.. a mouth of soup.. take a bite on the beef ball..ahhhhhh it makes you feel like dancing.. put your hands in the air and say Ayo.. baby let's go.

Right at that moment.. life is meaningful again.. I see rainbow when I walked out the shop even thou was fucking cloudy out there and was even raining a little..So dear readers.. that's how a simple meal helped set my fuck up mind straight!!