This is not for you. Really wan!

Please ignore the idiot who wrote the title. Anyways, to Angel Ooh something something (yes, i admit i forgot your chinese name, please don't throw fishballs at me:) this is to you because you objected to my car post the other day.




I hope your cactus grows into this sofa, and you unwittingly sit on it one day. Or better (evil i know, lol) James would sit on it first, then you jump on him. Yup. hahahaha. Please, don't try to grow this k? It's only for your own good.


Anyways, unto more other pressing matters. Hols up next week. I was walking with Ahmed earlier, and he was like asking me where to go for the hols. I told him, i had no idea. Honestly. Poor people like me have to stay home and do their thesis - so that they can go back to their supervisor and show them how "rajin" they were:)


Sideline Note: GARCH - who knows how to do, please be so kind to do my thesis for me. thank you. =P



Unto the next stop. I'm sorry didn't fill last month's quota of 4 posts. I know not many were disappointed, and i was trying oh so hard to make it, but i didn't. So, feel free to belanja me makan if i manage to fill this month's quota k? And to Fabes, if you're ever reading this, Richard Thomas = Seth Cohen. Gracias.


Did i mention i'm taking Spanish? A class by Senor Joel Lafitta Rivera. He's a nice guy, but when he starts going on in spanish at 150 words a minute, that is simply mind boggling. In my mind, i have but one thought "How do the spanish people understand each other?". Hahaha. I promise i will work harder in my spanish so that i may tell you if you to lace your shoes:)


And oh oh, i almost forgot. This i just have to let you see, there's this blog about the author making sculptures out of edibles. Lovely. Here's a shot or two, and here's the link [edithzimmerman]

Cucumber? Or that other veg that i forgot the name? Anyway, this is what happens to you if you go vegetarian. Please don't throw tomatoes at my house, i apologise:(

Velociraptor from orangie bell pepper. Hahaha. Shall ask mom to do this when she cooks mixed veg:)

And as a parting gift for me, (yes FOR me), do feel free to get me this mug. *grins*
BTW, it's a chalkboard mug. Ahh, the joys of life. Don't worry about the chalk k? that one i can get myself, just get me the mug:)




Cheers people!

Small, tiny, and simply out of reach

No i'm not talking about the little tiny toys that your kiddies would throw at the corner of some unreachable furniture laden area. I'm talking about cars. Those high end tiny cars that always seem to ooze "oooo's" and "aaaa's" but never have the heart (or wallet) to pay for one.

For most Malaysians, well, it started with that Volkswagen beetle, then it got murdered by the SmarForTwo. Then came the BMW Mini. And somewhere along the way, the-always-red-coloured Suzuki Swift was zooming past them all. Luxury small cars, i have been told, tells your personality - i'm just saying what i heard. Please do not lick my shoes.

Apparently, this one says I'm a classic


And this one says, i mean business + i've got no time for parking


I did not buy this car using my own money, i used my parents:)


And this says...i'm a wild hippie. i think.
Well, it used to say, i'm unique..but then everyone went ahead and bought one:)


So what type are you? And i don't mean the ones that cost below RM60k. Pick one, or go search for one, and let me know:)


And P.S, i'm a Fiat 500. Hahahahaha.

Anyways, i didn't had time to post anything substantial, so this is all you will get for now. I do apologise and you may stamp on Chee Wei's feet if you must.


Cheers!

Valentine's ',,'

Yup, i know i'm a bit late on this post, but all the same:)

Anyways, Valentine's was created when the romans threw this guy name valentine into his cell and mistakenly gave him some paper and ink to write down some stuff. He wrote to his lover and ka-blam we had valentine's day. Now, if only we gave some pen and paper to some guy living in our kamunting prison (you know which one), we would have a different kind of holiday:)


Ok. Unto the main stuff. I was out (nearly) the whole day with me. Lunch was up first, and lo and behold, we went to Food Foundry. Hahahaha. I figured cause we didn't book anywhere for lunch, and foundry would be quite empty due to it's very secrective location (sec17, find yourself).

Neways, we had quite the difficulty to order lunch. Mie wanted spag, but no seafood, and no this one certain herb in it (forgot name, don't ask), and the staff's english was, about adequate. So after much bamboozling, got the order right. For me, i just had the cordon bleu chicken. Which is a fancy name for breaded fried chicken with ham inside and a lovely sauce. Lol.

And as communications breakdowns are concerned, the spag came back to the wrong specs. Hahaha. So me had the spag and Mie had the chicken, which she liked. Which is good. And being a man (it is written in some guidebook somewhere), i dutifully ate the spag. Hahahaha. Being hungry helped. At least we had a proper lunch:)


Then well, off to SOHO, in dunno somehere near mont kiara. To tell you the truth, for the life of me, i swear i have never been there. Mie says i have brought her to Mont kiara before. Oh well:) We were there for this offline shopblogger's thingie. And the variety of stuff sold, incomparable. And Mie got to buy this pair of cute shoes, which magically makes your feet tiny. Like how some men look fifty pounds less when they wear a nicely cut suit. Anyways, they suited her feet.


Met up with Jessie and Jin, newly found friends, at least for me - Mie has known Jessie for ages. So we went shop shop, and then i was dead tired. Me shoes didn't help much (did i mention those very pair of shoes got stolen?). So after a long bout with shopping, went to the nearby coffee beans and sat down with J&J for coffee. Jin said he was going to cook Jessie dinner, which btw, i assume was alright cause Jessie was still alive a week later:)


Then me went to Nihon Kai. Ah yes, the tiny little place with this lovely atmosphere. It's a Japanese Restaurant btw, with Nihon meaning Japan, and Kai meaning...chicken(in chinese) or release(in Japanese). Well, it's either you trust my lousy translation or you go make up some other meaning on your own. Anyways, we got this jap vip room, which had three tables, and seats 4 per table. This meant we'd be sharing that place with two other groups of people.


And oh.. we switched the table from the end of the room, to the other end, near the window (which caused some fiasco with the staff who were confused as to who ordered what). And oh yea...you want pictures is it? here's some, the rest on facebook. Don't be lazy k?

The fake jap tables. Lol. Note the space under the tables:)

Well, we ordered tempura ebi (yes, i know it's prawns), sukiyaki, and fried tofu, and the cucumber sushi thing (which is one of Mie's fav's). And what do you know? i thought it'd be towards the upwards of like RM100, but it didn't even touch sixty. It was good, and please, don't compare to shogun la, shangri la, or any other place k? Every place has it's niche.

And oh, Lit shiuan wanted to go to this place for his Valentine's dinner also, but couldn't get a reservation - what do you expect booking on the day of valentine's? And also, Sze Mun (i think her name is spelt this way) had to wait for 40mins though she had a reservation. Hahahaha. I booked the week before. Siao leh? hahahaha.


Anyways, that's it for the Valentine's post. How did yours go? leave a comment. Really.


Cheers!

How does it add up?

First off, welcome back to reality. The fuss of the Chinese New Year plus that little break that we all enjoyed is now over. Harsh, but i'm sure that there's quite a number of people that love to not be at home, waiting for their mates/other halves to be free for the holidays. I didn't had much of a problem though, due to the advantages of diversity.

Males :
1. Malay - All missing, all six of them. hahaha.
2. Chinese - All too busy with family, and gf's family.
3. Indian - Too busy getting drunk at their chinese mates open houses.

Females :
1. Malay - All missing, all five of them. =P
2. Chinese - Too busy answering questions from their 5324 aunties/uncles about their boyfriends.
3. Indian - Too busy hauling their drunk boyfriends from their chinese friends houses.


I was at a friend's open house the other day, and when they were arranging tables to gamble&drink (what else do you at CNY open houses?), i declined. I was asked a few questions actually - mainly because they were awfully suprised.

1. No money ar? (Goodness, sakes, no.)
2. Want money, i can borrow you (lol. And people wonder why most Ah Longs are chinese)
3. Scared of losing ar? (Er..)

The best wasn't actually a question, well not directly.

"Wah, don't gamble wan ar you? So self-righteous wan."


What i think he meant was, "Wah, you so goody goody wan ar?". But just for the sake of things, let's say that he was using the word "Self-righteous" correctly (hey, PJ chinese people not bad wan k their engrish), what's so self-righteous about not gambling anyway? hahaha.


Anyways, I'm taking spanish in new coming semester. My volleyball dreams are squashed. So i won't be getting to wear that brand new pair of sports shorts that i bought. (please, i have better sense than to buy a pair of biker shorts) But what i am getting at is that, people are highly dissident about their languages.

Well, apparently (i say this because there is no empirical truth to this), our very own Bahasa Malaysia, which is a form of the Malay language, is the ninth most spoken language in the world. NINTH! zomgwtfbqq. lol. This is mainly due to Indonesia, with it's population of 237.5 million residents, and to some part, our 25.3 million Malaysians helped.


I wanted to speak Portuguese, but it isn't meant to be - MMU doesn't offer it, and i didn't take lessons from my long gone great-grandmother. So spanish it is. Not that it is so that i can diss people in it (although i will inquire about that in my classes), but also mainly it's the 4th most spoken language.


Now i have you wondering, what the hell is in the top three then? It must be

1. English
2. Mandarin
3. African?


Well, the thing is that if all africans spoke the same language, it would have been top 3, but they have 2000 over languages there. So no cattle, figuratively. Actually, Mandarin ranks at no.1, sorry mates - but it's true. And the list goes something like this:

1. Mandarin
2. English
3. Hindustani.


Hahahahaha! And people wonder whether other people actually understand what the actors/actresses in Slumdog Millionaire were talking about. They do. This is partly because we all love Bollywood, and well, they churn out a few hundred (not sure) movies a year. And we Malaysians gobble them up like it's the freshest mushroom soup in the world. Just ask our very own Dato' Bollywood (aw, c'mon, you know who) hahahaha.


And now, it's been quite a long time since i have talked about football, so here's a statement.


Thank God For David Beckham.


I never thought i would ever be making that statement. Like i said before, and many times before that, i have no idea why people would want him aside from the obvious marketing opportunities, but again and again he has proved us wrong. He can't dribble, his first touch is horrid, he can't tackle, he can't use his left foot, or his head (literally), and he isn't the one to start the lovely fluid passes.


But he can take a bloody mean freekick. So lovely is his posture that his freekicks are a trademark of the pinnacle of perfect form when you take a freekick. Now, if he would be a little bit of a freekick scorer like Juninho, i would honestly worship him.


Enough of that. And if you have read what i have said to this point, i applaud you, mainly because i would have not done it myself:)


Cheers!