Appreciative Crap

Hi, Christmas is round the very corner and so is New year. I guess I won't be leaving entries till after it or way after it. Don't miss me though, dear readers (others can start throwing eggs at me.) A year have been over, quite quickly I would say. I'm sure some of you all have a good year, some was a little rocky and some was like a mine field. Whatever it is, I would firstly like to wish you peeps and Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Those who have a good year, I do wish it'll still be good the next, if not better. To the poor fellas who fell in the rocks or tripped a mine or two, I've got something for you.

To prevent feedbacks like "Hey, you don't understand my situation!" or "Hey, I'm far more worse!" Well, I'm not here to debate who went through deeper shit or whose shit stinks more. I admit I'm fortunate to have a great family and friends. I fell into shit-holes too, sometimes even self-dug ones. Long story short, the point I'm getting across is - Be strong and keep on pushing. I don't mean you should be some bloody brave knight that parries flaming arrows unflinchingly, you may bitch once in a while or wholetime if people around are willing to listen.

A quote that I got off some bookmark: We grow stronger as we paddle through rough waters.

A poem that doesn't rhyme or whatever crap you want to call, from me:

There are times, when you think how unfair life is.
There are times, when there's no path laid for you.
There are times, when you can't find a bridge to get across.
There are times, when you strived but found nothing.
There are times, when you strived and finally found it.
There are times, when you strived but finally found it crumbled; In your face.

But in whatever case, welcome to life.
A journey never always smooth.
Think about how blessed are you now,
Probably resting one hand on the keyboard,
And the other on the mouse.
How much better looking you are than a mofo in your high school class.
Being able to read THIS bloody chunk off your monitor screen.
And later feeling thirst, being able to walk to your kitchen to get a drink.
Sit back and don't sigh,
Close your eyes and take a breather.
Enjoy the O-two you are taking in...

For the discouraged and tattered,

MrJack

To end this, I would like to share something. I guess most of you all have read e-mails about this photographer who suicided due to depression, after taking a picture of a starved African baby who was crawling towards a medical camp. By the way, the poor infant didn't make it and became the vultures' meal. I don't know why didn't the photographer rescue it at the first place but maybe he wasn't allowed to, that's why the guilt. That's not for me to know but my point is, even when confronted head-on with 'death' itself (the scorching desert heat of the area struck by a famine and the vultures in wait to scavenge its body), the poor little thing pinned all his hopes on his last breath and died trying, in a crawling position. God bless the poor soul. Yes, I may sound damn sick but so now, doesn't that give you the reason to keep fighting and living?

God gave us Five fingers for a Reason.

Hello, I know blogging at this time's a little weird, but I've been sleeping almost the whole day. There's Rapid Application Development common test on Wednesday, some sort of dumb C++ programming test. I sort of went through the sample test paper and it leave lots of question marks in my head. Therefore since I can't get help yet (hopefully I can get by tomorrow), I've decided to just put my Sunday's working experience into words.

Anyway, my job was a kitchen helper of the banquet kitchen in Oriental Hotel introduced by Theo. Theo, Alvin and I met up at Cityhall at 9.45 am and left for the workplace as Chuan Lim will be late. We checked in, collected our uniforms and changed into it. Initially, I thought the checkered pants looked quite clowny but overall, the uniform is quite smart. It has the ability to give kitchen idiots a professional look (by the way I'm no kitchen idiot, okaaay.)

I was brought to the kitchen where I was introduced to Chef Roy, the master chef of the kitchen. My first job was to empty 3 bottles of Thai chilli sauce into a huge bowl. Following was unpackaging mini mantous and arranging mushrooms and mini abalones into bowls. I should say time passed pretty fast there. After 'massaging' the tiger prawns in the batter, it was lunch time and we left for the canteen for lunch.

After lunch, we were back to the kitchen and I was asked to help seperate some steam mantous for frying. It was also the first time I got reprimanded by one of the chefs. That was some sort of miscommunication but I guess it was unecessary to reason it out. Firstly, he's has got the grumpy old man look, and I don't want to risk having my head dunked into the huge wok of boiling oil.

Up next was preparing dishes for some banquet going on outside the function hall, which was also 'wartime' as labelled by Theo. The first dish was the cold plate and I was told to arrange the fried spring rolls on the plates. Chuan Lim and I was arranging them at hundred percent efficiency but the reason wasn't that it we were hardworking. The spring rolls were just too hot to stay in our fingers for another second. Till the last plate, we ran out of spring rolls and Chef Roy told me to get some from the warmer. I thought it was just warm and grabbed the container. Indeed it was at first but the heat went through my thin latex gloves after a few seconds and I nearly wanted to throw spring rolls away (luckily I didn't, else I'll probably get fucked for wasting over 200 spring rolls.) Unluckily, there wasn't any place near where I could put it down so I held it with my two thumbs, switched to index fingers and followed by the middle fingers before I found a space at the other end of the long table and dumped the load, before darting off to the basin to run my hands under tap water. The feeling was HOLY. Never was water felt so good on my hands. Surprisingly, it hurt at that moment but there wasn't any blisters today. After the full course was all being sent out, it was break time and we went Marina Square to slack.

We went back earlier and napped in the changing for awhile (I'll didn't want to sleep but was taken to dreamland by Chuan Lim's calm, constant, hypnotising and melodious snore. The next thing that I knew was Theo coming in to wake us up for dinner.

After dinner was the next 'war' and I heard that we're preparing dishes for 5566 and some other boyband. Who cares anyway, we're just at a kitchen where we're cut away from the world. The whole point is to last till the last dish of the banquet, throw our hats, celebrate and go home. Very quickly, everyone was back to preparing ingrdients for the next bandquet. I was handed a tub of sliced abalone and assigned to arrange the slices into rings in small metal bowls. That was the first time I've even seen so much abalone in my entire life. Hell tempted to pinch a few slices for myself but didn't because I decided that I should behave like a noob on my first day. Theo told me it's fine to just eat from the ingredients, so it'll do it next time. He called it "quality tasting" and so I'll say I was also tempted to quality taste the raw salmon while rolling them up. It was pure torture resisting.

By then, I've already came up with personal nicknames for some chefs. There's the Frying God, the Stir-Frying God and This Short Jap Chef (he just looks short to me). The Stir-Frying God was the only chef that held my attention while tossing the food in a large wok. As he tossed it, the prawns and veggies seem to be gravity-defying. The ingredients at the bottom of the wok goes up, swapping place with the ingredients at the top. That's damn style and skill and If I was to do that, I bet everything will fly and it'll start raining prawns and green beans. Anyway, the Frying God was the one who reprimanded. Apart from that, he was quite interesting as he was trying to show off his skill to me.

Red's the Frying God and Blue's me.

Spoken in Mandarin:

"Boy, want to play this?"

"I don't know how to, later fucked up."

"Won't lah see, I always dump the prawns in and go do something else."

"So, how do you know when they're ready? Colour or when it floats?"

Looking at me from the corners of his eyes, as if he has got some major top secret information to share...
"I know by experience."

I was like roll eyes, how useful it sounds to me. But later on, he further explained that the 'experience' was actually the steaming oil that appears at the edge of the wok.

I'm lazy to go into the details because they are rather similar to the ones in afternoon. Just that we all handled much more bloody hot stuff.

I shall conclude here. This job is much better than the job I had at hui lau shan (some bloody screwed dessert bar near Shaw House), don't need to feel underpaid while doing almost every shit, ranging from waitering, dishwashing, dumping garbage to simple accounting. It's comparatively good pay and welfare. 'Welfare' here doesn't only points to the meals provided and laundry service. It also goes to the 'sampling' of dishes after the banquet. I love the pork porridge topped with Thai chilli sauce crab, the shark's fin and the fried chicken. Chuan Lim is a total clowny ass. Having free shark's fin was already a privilege but he complained there wasn't enough essence and went around looking for pepper.

So after changing out, we rushed for the last train home.

ps: Running with crab and shark's fin swimming in your tummy may result in stitches and indigestion.

Argh, bloody wordy and too lazy for error checking,

out.

Presenting Chef Ho.

Fifteenth Asian Games Doha 2006, Event Number Forty-Seven

I'm sure you sporty guys have been catching Asian games live, as well as the geeks who drool over synchronized dancing babes. Well, apart from the 39 sports and 46 disciplines, a new sport was introduced by Singapore. It's none other than Track-Jumping originated from Singapore lesser than two years ago.

(WARNING: Do NOT be geh-kiang and click the link if you think the movie SAW is very gory. Do NOT view with a full stomach because I did. Rated M-18 by MrJack's censorship.)

Click here to view the results of event forty-seven, Track-Jumping.

Click here to link to the Official website of the 15th Asian Games Doha 2006.

All in all, crap aside, do still rest in peace.

MrJack, 15th Asian Games Doha 2006 reporter, thank you.

I Love NYP

Hello, and I'm back once again to brush off the webs spun around after being MIA for a fortnight. I went into a depression after having the bad haircut, was admitted to Buangkok Green Medical Park (the famous and fomer Woodbridge Hospital) and was diagnosed to be positive of a condition called "Bloody Mangkuk". The health consultant gave no prescription but told me that time could heal everything. So now, I've recovered and in case you don't realize, you just wasted 10 seconds of your precious life reading this paragraph.

I just noticed I haven't blogged much since the school reopened, just four entries and the term break is coming after the coming week. Two months have whizzed past pretty unknowningly. I'm pretty brain dead now and seem to have left my writing touch in room D701 of Buangkok Green Medical Park. So just let me flash some pictures and write on random events which might not even link.

This is Liang Teck, my classmate who either sleeps or daydreams during lectures. During this semester, here came the great transistional change. Just look at how focused he looked, reading off the bricky BDSM whoops, DBMS (Database Management Systems) text. It is one of the more boring modules (not that others aren't) and besides that, the book is freaking heavy, hard-covered and could break a spine if it is flung out of a window.

Anyway, just take a look and see how boring the text can get...

THIS BORING, and by the way Hello Kira and Deathgod.

I had three tests disasters this week, Networking Technolgy practical, E-quiz and Animation practical.

They swooped through my room like a twister and messed up everything. Networking Technology practical spent me one night trying to get a network with all devices ping-able on Packet Tracer, some simulation program. Luckily, things went smoothly for the test. I detonated myself during the animation practical test. We're supposed to make this canon ball crap that could load and fire with some silly counters. I failed miserably and the canon ended up looking obscene, due to it's repetitive penetrating motion of recoil. Fuck actionscript, and programming as well.

I noticed that the school is finally responding to we students' feedback. Maybe they were feedbacks made by seniors years ago but that's not the issue. I noticed that the E-learning Plaza at Block Q finally implemented the use of optical mice. Sadly, it's only like lesser than 5% of the entire lab's desktops. I suspect they had some spare and just chucked it for use in the E-learning Plaza.

Finally.

I honestly have nothing against wheel mice and am not fussy at all but the school glued up the wheel mice so students can't pocket the mouseball out of mischief. For this, I'll firstly curse those mischievous brats to lose their testicles like how they tampered with the poor mice. Next, I think the school made the smartest choice of gluing up the mice. The rollers collects dirt to the extent that the cursor became 70% unresponsive and pisses students like me off. When I bitched to my lecturer, all I got was "The usb port is for you to bring your own optical mouse." I don't know if he was kidding but I hope he is. To whom it may concern, please replace all the wheel mice with optical mice or do some regular maintenance so that balls don't get stucked.

Yawn, I'll continue bitching some other day.

Day 5

Five days since I had a horrible mat haircut.
Five days I've been living in darkness, somewhat like I'm infected with leprosy.

Okay, maybe it wasn't as bad and I'm just exaggerating about feeling like a leper but I really miss my old hair. Everywhere I went, people will ask me the same thing. "You cut hair?!" "What happened!?" "Omg, Yit Jing!" Thanks Hairul for the brown beanie, you're the best.

Anyway once again to my dear friends, do NOT go barbers if you frequent salons all along. I remembered that I gave instructions to the barber exactly the same way I told the salonist. But the results are heaven and hell apart. Be warned.

This is Not a Racism Thing

I'm supposed to have my hair cut since Sunday but time was somehow a constraint. Finally today I had sometime, BUT THE SALON HAS GOT NO TIME FOR ME! I reached at 8.45pm just now and it was already closed. Even it's competitor at the left was closed. Boo, 8.45pm isn't that late right? Aiyah... what to do? Life sucks (I love to exaggerate!) Actually, not that much but eventually, YES. Life sucks. Read on for suckier details.

With every salon closed, I almost left with disappointment. Only the Malay Barber was opened, all the way till 9.30pm. I had never trusted Malay barbers since the age of thirteen (don't ask me why.) Tonight was different. I was already frustrated with my hair which was hard to keep tidy and the bloody two salons that didn't have the time for me. I just want to have it done by today and so made a reckless move of stepping into the Malay barber shop. Their staff were friendly jokers (which is a good point), but I forgot that I might be fashioned into a joker after their ten-dollar service.

I stepped out with really bad hair. Life sucks now (I'm not exaggerating that much.) I should've waited for tomorrow or gone to the salon behind my school after lessons instead.

The morale of the story: Decisions made on impulse may sabotage your life. Patience is the key to a life that doesn't suck.

Hmmm, maybe I should just cut army style to cover everything up.

The $3.5m Deficit; Any Challengers?

Hi and I'm back for a little while. To my faithful readers (if there's any), my apologies for leaving my blog for spideys to spin webs.

Where do I start from? I've really got no clue. I've drafted an entry for stuffs of the new semester, got too busy to continue and got tuned out, not knowing how to continue when I got back during my short free times.

Just a quick touch, in case you don't know, I've got a new module called some technopreneurship, shit. A quarter of the marks come from playing an online business simulation where you're given some money to set up a comupter business, like Dell and earn profit. Well, the situation for me now is not earning profit sadly. It's purely to recoup SOME losses and so, take a look at this...

Alright, for the benefit of those with severe eye deficiency or cock-eyed in short, it reads:

Your firm took on an emergency loan of 3,555,678 in quarter 2. Your current emergency loan is 3,555, 678. This reflects poor financial management. You are advised to control your expenditures this quarter and pay off this loan.

For those who are still blur, yeah. I was blur and over produced stock, all because of entering one stupid attribute wrongly. Now that I can't sell them all at that quarter, I start oweing money and it's more than freaking 3.5 million (And before that, people like Sailesh and Rico were telling me stuffs like "KNN! CCB! my company owe 300k!) Who's in the deeper shit hole man? rofl.

Anyway, my teamates are Liang and Jay. Jay was telling me "The system KUKU!" Yah, I was hoping the system was somewhat fucked up and messed our assets but it was the truth we found out later on. But but but! It is really fishy some way. It says I owe $3,555,678. what the heck is with the running numbers man?! Seemed like they are paying some 3 year-old kid 10 bucks a day to sit behind the server to key in random numbers for each team to owe. And, maybe the key jammed when he was pressing 5, so my financial screwed up bad.

Actually in reality, I supposed to be declared bankrupt, have all my assets seized and I'll be either lying in my empty HDB flat and staring up at the ceiling reminiscing my great fall of all time or being throw behind to bars, gawning off tax payers' money.

But in this game, NO way man. For educational purposes, the system actually introduced the idea of a loan shark called Guido (Yeah, the mean old grumpy asshole you see in the picture above, with his big-assed cigar. Big deal huh?! Screw you man, my daddy used to puff a pipe and he's way cooler than you!) so that you can continue playing the game. I think it's totally against human rights because he just came in without my choice and claimed about 40% of my shares. That's like huge damage. It doesn't even allow me to resign and go hang or drown myself! So currently, I made do with my loan and if things go smoothly, I'll be able to recoup the loss in a quarter or two.

To sum up, I've taught meano Guido a lesson. Two punches and a broken nose for him!

So besides beating the crap out of Guido, I've been busy especially for Infocomm security presentation (which was over), basketball training for SIT Sports Championship (which is on this coming Saturday), class barbeque (which was over too) and last but not least, squeezing some time for my dear girl (which I hope will never be over, *smiles*)

Alright, I've got 2 tests tomorrow and actually, I do NOT know why the hell I'm still here at the first place. Got to go, and I'll be back with some entries on Sports Champ and my class barbeque,

out.

The Truth

Choose one.
Yes or No?
1. Can you live without your family?
Can't.

2. Dare to kiss a stranger?
Stranger dogs only!

3. Kicked someone's ass before?
Yes, quite a few.

4. Scolded your teacher?
Nope, insulted only.

5. Cheated on examinations?
No, tests only!

6. Wish that a celebrity is yours?
Kind of, but I haven't gone gaga over any female celebs yet.

7. Hit yourself on the wall?
Yes, when life's at the sucking end.

8. Wish that your gf is here with you?
Of course (:

9. Wish that you can fly?
Yeah, I'm lazy but I don't want wings.

10. Wish that you were dead?
No, I love myself too much for that.

11. Lastly, 1 wish you want in life?
Married well?

12. & 1 word to end everything.
Simple.

YOU.
1. Are you a girl or boy?
boy.

2. Attached or single?
attached (:

3. Smoke or drink?
Both, and soon not.

4. Night or day?
Night

5. School or work?
After school.

6. Black or white?
Black.

7. Short or tall?
178, judge yourself.

8. Dance or sing?
Sing and maybe dance when I'm not sober.

9.Happiness Or Money?
Actually both, but happiness first.

10. RnB, Reggae, Rock, Metal, Techno or Emopunk?
Rock, Emopunk and some Metal.

WHOs.
Who sits next to you?
Bear, Liang or Jin Xian but never the '3G'.

Who sits infront of you?
No one.

Who's on your left?
Bear, Liang or Jin Xian.

Who sits behind you?
Jia Lin or Stephanie.

Who are your bestfriends in class?
I'm okay with all, not bestfriends perhaps, but just not "3G".

Most shy?
Ling Quan I think.

Cutest guy?
Me lah, me lah!

Cutest girl?
My girl (:

Prettiest?
Woot! Fiona Xie and my lao bu when she was young.

Most annoying?
My class? Kian kuan. He doesn't attempt but simply annoys me. That's called success without trying.

Brightest of all?
Bei Yuan.

Funniest?
Xavier and his cute figure, Rico hmmm...

Ugliest?
My mother taught me to sing praises instead.

If you could live one of your friend's life, who would it be?
I would like to try Anders' life for a couple of days but still want my own afterwards. I'm cool.

Your favourite teacher?
Agnes Ng.

The teacher you dislike?
Both Lams.

Favourite subject?
None sadly.

The subject you dislike?
Wah, bloody alot.

Who's your class monitor?
Jin Xian the bitch! =D

How's he/she?
fucking responsible!

Who's the class asst. monitor?
Rico.

How's he/she?
Left the class, boo.

Your class teacher is?
Mr See Toh Kok Hwee.

Your class?
MIT0508

Do you love your class?
I do like some people, but don't love it as a whole.

Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs:
You, you, you.. you and you! okay.

Now, This is Funny (version 2.0)

Thanks, to Shirleen who is really bored, I'm back again. She found another version of the comedy lecture which was aired in the previous post, and this one shows the mysterious, sexy, bald lecturer with a moustache!

For the patient or bored peeps who want another laugh, here you go.



And for the ones who are itching like hell to know his appearance...

Sexier than Rakesh Roshan, heh.

Now, This is Funny

Hello, and I'm back to share a little things here. You ought to check this locally made video out man.



I like the way he gave his after thoughts. And some of the comments and improvement feedbacks are good entertainment material. I won't say much but he's cute for a lecturer huh? He actually went the extra mile to print the survey forms on transparencies to broadcast them during his lecture comedy show. Singapore's very first campus Russell Peters man! The only thing that bugs me and itches me not to know is HOW THIS LECTURER ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE. Why comments revolve around his moustache, being bald headed and sexy.

Well, maybe he looks like this...

I don't know who is this since I found his picture by Googling "bald bollywood" and he's called Rakesh Roshan. Obviously some Bollywood actor, ticks for bald and moustache but Shirleen just doesn't find him sexy.

Or maybe...

Needless to say, Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948). Anyway, I just found out that his full name is Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi and 'Mahatma' is some title for him which means 'Great Soul'. Alright, enough of history lessons here. You can read up more about this Saint here.

For your Safety

-Confidential Profile-

Name : Unknown
Nickname : The Butcher
Age : 20-24 years old approximately
Height : 180(+3/-3)cm
Weight : Estimated at least 90+kg
Nationality : China
Location : Singapore
Haunts : NYP Block L basketball court
Speciality : Slimy Collision™

Fig.1 - front view

Fig.2 - side view

Fig.3 - back view

Photographer: AO

-End of Profile-

Hello friends. The new semester had started for a week and I'm sure some of you guys are really tired from morning lessons and stressed by the alienating new modules that are going to stick to you like uhu glue for the next 4 months plus. So just let me just introduce you a character that I've encountered for quite a few times on the basketball court at school. Take it as lameness, leisure or even a safety warning. Enjoy.

His nick didn't came to my mind at all in the first place, but after Theodore called him The Butcher, my mind doesn't reject it. So meaning, it just seem to suit him somehow. After some analysis and cross-referencing, I finally understood the reason behind it. His physique actually bears resemblance to that of a traditional chinese butcher. You know, obese and sweaty. Wears a tiny piece of vest that barely covers the shoulders. Alot of chest hair that an ant may think it's in the Amazon rainforest if it unintentionally found its way to the moist hairy chest. Enough said, I think you get the idea.

Anyway, below are 2 of the basketball fouls that I think he's commiting every now and then.

Technical Foul - Misconduct that officials believe are detrimental to the game; can be assessed against team members on the floor or seated on the bench. penalized by a free-throw opportunity to the non-offending team; also called a "T".

Personal Foul - Contact which occurs with an opponent after the ball has become live that may result in injury (including a push, hold, trip, hack, elbow, restrain or charge).

Now, why do I say that? Let me do a breakdown analysis.

Case study 1:
"Technical Foul - Misconduct that officials believe are detrimental to the game..."

He goes shirt-less on the court 24/7 with all the slime on him. Defenders get literally slided off him and he finds his way to the basket. People get disgusted and might not want to guard against him. Isn't that misconduct which is detrimental to the game? I would like to say, Hellooooooo? please put on your shirt, friend.

Case study 2:
"Personal Foul - Contact which occurs with an opponent... restrain or charge)."

Accordingly to the English dictionary:

re‧strain – verb (used with object)
1. to hold back from action; keep in check or under control; repress: to restrain one's temper.
2. to deprive of liberty, as by arrest or the like.
3. to limit or hamper the activity, growth, or effect of: to restrain trade with Cuba.

Yesterday, he rose to the ring with the ball while his chest slapped against Xavier's face (yes, lips included,) causing him to flinch despite me trying to support him from behind, but it was of no avail because the resultant crashing force seemed to have overpowered the sum of Xavier's and my weight. If I were Xavier, I would feel so yucked that I would want to rip off my lips and go for twenty showers. Without the weight factor, I think the slime is already a killer. Once again, put on a shirt, friend. Respect the game yo.

I think I seriously should put on more weight before guarding against him again. There was once where he butted me off and I had to stagger backwards for half a court's width, just to absorb the collision impact so as not to fall down flat immediately. So meanwhile, maybe I'll just dress like this if I have to play against him.

Yawn.

People Raise their Voices at times. Instead of Competing or Complaining, try Understand perhaps; It might be their Habit or they are Hard of Hearing

Hello all, and Mr Jack is back once again to share with you his adventures.

I've been working from Monday to Wednesday as a waiter, no.. handphone promoter, no.. HOW ABOUT A CEMENT PLANT CONSTUCTION WORKER?! Unexpected huh? I just wonder how many local guys actually do that kind of job since some are either rich snobs, spoilt-like-hell brats or balloon-kids, a term I always used for overly pampered kids. Alright, that's besides the point. Let's hop on a lorry and off we go.

Dad's boss came to fetch us with an experienced-looking lorry in the noon. Why do I call it that was simply because it really looked experienced, with all the rough scratches, dirt, dusty wheels and some badly dented if not, broken rails at the back. Seemed like it went around the world, bypassed Ukraine, Italy and survived countless Mafia wars before landing itself below my block at the loading/unloading point to fetch us.

My dad's boss is young, in his early thirties. And their conversations sounds unusual, the fact that my dad seemed to be speaking like the real boss. But well, he in a way requested dad to help supervise because he still have got alot to learn from and as the chinese saying goes, the 'old' ginger's always spicier. So dad's old ginger, HAHA. Sounds like joke. When I first heard them speak, there's really alot of construction jargon. They kept mentioning it'll be a huge headache transporting the 'tank' to the new site and I thought: Tank only mah, what's so hard about it?

So after reaching the cement plant, I saw the bloody 'tank' and I changed my mind.

So friends, this is a cement plant and I bet you've seen it somewhere before. Our project was to dismantle the plant leaving the important parts intact and then transporting them somewhere else, awwww... can't we just dynamite it? Definitely looks complex and nothing close to dismantling LEGO blocks if you used to play that.

Hmmm.. it's quite hard for me to narrate my experience from day to day, so I'll just look and the pictures and see what I can back track from it.

This is the drainage at the cement plant site. I've got no clue what the fluid was supposed to be but it definitely looks polluted and the dust collected at the surface was so thick that the fluid became stagnant. While I was working there, you guys might be worrying about high PSI but I swear that was the last thing on my mind - reason being it was so clouded with concrete dust and etc untill the PSI probably was than 250 there and there's no difference; It doesn't matter at all what the actual PSI was. Anyway, thanks for your* well wishes and concern.

The above two are equipments tools weapons that I spotted lying around the place. The weren't the only ones, there were other pointy ones and lethal-looking ones. The first picture's still reasonable but for the latter one, what the hell is a mini-parang doing at a cement plant? Sounds like yet another episode of crime watch huh?

This was one of the few stray dogs that run around the site looking for leftovers. They were extremely shy to humans but if I could, I would want to take them all home for a good scrub. And some side info here, dogs are smart okay - they sense falling bricks better than humans do. On top of that, never have I heard of guard dogs being struck by durians for sleeping under durain trees at my uncle's plantation.

Thinking about laws enforced by the government in my usual daily life, a construction site can get quite 'bo zheng hu' (ungoverned) at times. My colleague answered that "Here, it's toilet everywhere," when I asked where to settle my nature calls. But of course, there's still a headquarters for huge business models...

And welcome to the headquarters which looks similar to the bathroom in SAW (the gruesome movie. Any bells rung?) I can see that not much people uses that but it's hard to guess why is it in a pretty bad state.

Okay, time for some random pictures.

Stairway to heaven.

Free fall to hell.

This unit of the plant dispenses mixed cement. Looks like a perfect setting for a grunge band's MV. Also reminds me of Skid Row's "Youth gone wild" MV. Rocks.

The blades that mixes the cement. You wouldn't want to imagine if someone falls into it. Poor fellow sure GG.

I don't deny that my legs were actually kind of wobbly during my first day up there. So freaking high plus zero safety measures taken man. One slip and that's it, but at such times I guess I became my own safety mechanism. I made sure that even if I slip, any body part will still be hanging on to something.

This was one of my jobs besides breaking walls and chiselling off unwanted cement that were accumulated. Take a closer look and it's actually a joint. My colleague used something like a brazer to melt the head of the bolt before I chiselled the rest of the bolt out together with the nut.

My play stuffs. Extreme top, a cold chisel which is known as 'zham kia' in constructional terms, below it a hammer and finally the stubborn headless bolt, washer and nut that I've hammered out.

Back to the 'bo zheng hu' issue, I see people littering everywhere and did the same too. There's no rubbish bin within 200-300 metres radius anyway. So I was drinking a can of coke up at the plant and decided to be playful by throwing the empty can down (you don't get to commit killer-litter everyday and being able to get away with it you see.) I thought dad'll nag a little about that but he doesn't seem to be bothered at all.. "Bing! Bang! Piang!"

To be contiuned... (Blogger decided to be a pain in the ass by not letting me upload more pictures.)

I looked down to see these...

Fragments of metal frames that took flight from somewhere above. I was like "Whoa, whoa!" and before I could even scratch my nose...

The entire frame came crashing down, landing half of itself on the roof of a porch. Well that wasn't all too. And finally, down came the roofing too. That marked the greatest killer-litter I've witnessed in my life of 18+ years. What are durian shells, bicycles or even a television man? Still, do NOT try this at home kids.

No ladder? No problem.

I guess I was right about zero safety. Try picture what happens if the joker at the cockpit fiddles with the controls or if he dozes off and happen to crash his head on the wrong buttons. Good game to our friends up in the scoop.

Budget fireworks.

Whoops, almost forgotten my about my colleagues so I shall just end it with introducing them. Honestly I don't know their names and they don't know mine either, but I'll just say what I can.

This is one of my 3 colleauges, probably the most vulgar of all. He has got a car and motorcycle in Malaysia, and bikes over to work everyday. He's efficient which do not exclude getting his lunch and finding a good spot to nap after lunching. He's favourite quote is 'puki ayam' which literally means 'chicken's vagina' which actually means 'prostitute's vagina' which eventually equate to 'fucked up' accordingly to Darren. He's correct I guess, since everytime when we were in a sticky situation, my colleague says that. Besides that, he sometimes employs 'kanina' which sounds rather funny as it is inaccurate. My dad calls him something that sounds like 'Osama' and my other colleague nicknamed him 'ji bai kia' which means 'vagina kid' literally. Crude, but funny thing is when he was called that, he responds like he was being called in his proper name. *roll eyes*

The one on the left is my dad and the one on the right with the welding mask is my the other colleague (yes, the one that calls the one above 'ji bai kia'.) I don't know his name but knows that he's more updated than I do about entertainment news. I only learnt that Christopher Lee fell out with Fann Wong after some drunk-driving accident after he mentioned about it. He even commented that Chris had actually blew his chances in the coming Star Awards. Whatever it is, it doesn't affect me and sometimes I don't really trust the media. They simply love making an elephant out of an ant. Away with the sidetrack, this colleague of mine bears 'kanina' as his favourite quote. Can't find the tool he needs, 'kanina'. Brazer jammed also 'kanina'. So it should be a quite a surprise if you don't find me swearing after being with them for 3 days. My dad's a little different though, he has got no fixed swear word, swears only when it makes sense and when he needs to get certain point across. Or maybe he was maintaining his image in my presence but it doesn't matter actually, lah.

Lastly, this is me at work. People call me either 'aye' or something like 'sai lou' which means child or kid. 18 also kid ah?! But nevermind la, maybe just because they know me as their fellow colleague's son. He doesn't swear at all during work and doesn't even talk. He just followed any instructions given in mandarin since he understood lesser than a quarter of the discussions which were made in Malay and some other dialects. (Somehow I only identified the vulgarities, HAHA.)

Anyway, we aren't the only ones around. There are other workers working at other parts of the plant and they all thought I was some new worker. During the first day, I was mistakened as a China man. Second day, some Malay thought I could speak Malay and tried to start a conversation, leaving me like some sotong nodding and shaking my head. Third day, I become some Thai and so, SAWATDEE KRUP, LA GON!

Exams, weren't any Tougher

I'm supposed to be in bed, probably lying in my standard favourite position which is stretching my limbs out to be straight. My sleeping posture is besides the point anyway. I've been tossing and turning quite abit on bed and so are my neurons. I'll be glad if anyone wants to help me by batting me out.

As usual, I shared my mess problem whatever-you-think-is-the-right-word (as there's simply no one word that can describe it right now) with Darren. He returned his views which are seemingly right, maybe? He labelled me "being an ass" for thinking too much. I guess he's right, but I haven't found the key to putting it to a stop.

After grouping my random thoughts, I came up with 3 choices which I asked Darren to pick one since I wasn't too sure. So right now... MCQ TIME! The all-time favourite of all students.

Question
So just what the heck is up in Mr Jack's mind?
1) Being an ass
2) Screwed up mentality
3) Wanting to be nice in a way, but overkilled such that no one actually benefits.

"4) All of the above", he immediately jested.

I don't know if I should laugh or something else. I really don't know. I was told the saying which goes, "You can't cook an omelette without breaking a few eggs," which means you can't complete great things without a few casualties, accordingly to Darren. I don't even want to think about who are the omelette, who is the broken eggs or if the whole kitchen catches fire.

I realized I'm naive. I had always wanted everybody to be happy, at least my family, friends and even acquaintances. On contrary, I had also always told troubled peeps, "If I were to make everybody happy, I would be dead by now."

So now, what am I?

Time's a Killer

Still tangled in my thoughts now, searching the answer which is the staple in the huge haystack. I can't really entertain you faithful readers now and I sorry. I was watching some videos on youtube for relaxation and now, allow Kim Sang Min, some Korean singer to entertain you instead.

"She's Gone" cover by Kim Sang Min (Live)


"She's Gone" by Steel Heart, the original performers


Compare them and you may just find both the vocalists as good. Kim's Asian some more! I thought only ang moh or malay vocalists can do that! I simply love the way he's able to be in full control of his voice even when he got to scream as he hits the extremely high notes. Notes so high that I'm not capable of singing even if a guitar is being shafted up my ass, or if my balls are being put in between a nutcracker.

I think Kim rocks as much as Steel Heart man! But I've got no slightest clue why 5566 and Energy, 'that' kind of typical bands (you know, and if you don't, no offence) get much more publicity than him. Maybe the word 'fairness' is just created for 'un' to be added in front, to invert the meaning. People have always told me, "Life's no fair game," and I wonder.

Three cheers for Kim to close this entry.

Over the Line, Without a Hook

Tangled among 8971412 knots which I don't know whether are dead knots.

Lost in deep thoughts, deeper than the pacific ocean.

The answer seems to be a staple in the haystack.

Out of the Picture Out of the Box

People have asked me, can friends stay that way forever? Can guys and girls preserve thier close friend status? Do you prefer a best friend or a bunch of close friends? Can parties of a broken BGR remain as, or be friends once again? Have you fell out of a friendship that you think is a great loss to you? Is there eternal friendship?

I've got no definite answer for the above, but can say maintaning or pushing friendship to a higher level is a two-way thing. Change is the only constant, perhaps that's what that makes me think there's no eternal friends or foes.

This is not an advice or EQ question of any kind but just personal thoughts.

Is the cup half-empty or half-full?

Have have you been walked out on or walked out?

Have you lost somebody or somebody have lost you?

Most of the time, I'll like to say the cup is half full, I'm not being walked out on but the opposite and somebody have lost me instead of me losing them.

Sometimes, I wonder why the word 'friend' ends with 'end'.

Do you remember the hottest trend by the sixth year of your primary education - writing in each other's autograph books and leaving messages like "Friends Forever" letting the 'riends' and 'orever' share a bigger 'F'. Are you still talking to them these days? Do you wave and smile when you get to meet them by chance? Do you grab their hands and give a warm handshake over the short coincidental reunion? Or do you both your eyes meet in a familliar manner but later pretend to be strangers.

I don't deny I've totally lost contact with almost all my primary school friends and even more than a handful from secondary school, but I won't say that I've lost them or they've lost me if we are still able to connect after the long absence.

I guess I should end this now, as you might be wondering what the hell I'm churning. Same goes to me as I might just look back in the future and maybe wonder what the hell was I writing too.

ps: Friends, ermm... I not sure to use the word 'friend' or not since I've mentioned about it ending with 'end' but I'll still use it anyway. If you are thinking that our friendship might end one day and it bothers you, thanks for the thought and not to worry, I'll surely be thinking the same. And as I said earlier on that it is a two-way thing, we might already be doing the maintanence, just that we don't realize it. For others whom you probably know who you are, maybe that's the reason why prefer to label you all as 'brother' instead of 'friend'.

Apart from the Drama

Besides the action yesterday, I almost had early dinner with mum and bro at Compass Point's Delifrance. Why almost? Read on.

This is the sign that provided me with an instruction to follow. I did accordingly but after a couple of minutes, no one attended to me. I assumed that the girl at the counter was busy cashiering and decided to give her awhile more. After the customer had made his payment and left, I thought she'll do her job but she started to stone like I was fucking invisible. I took a few steps back to make sure that the "Please Wait To Be Seated" sign really existed.

"Excuse me, table for three."

"Take a seat inside while we attend to you."

Unprofessional I would say. They are making customers feel uncertain of what's going on. So after taking a seat and a glance at the menu and staff, I decided it's not value for money at all to dine there. Even more unworthy for me to pay them 10% service-charge, so I left for KFC instead.

After dinner, mum did some shopping at Cold Storage, and as usual, I bummed around looking for beer, at hard liquors, at the roasted section and for weird looking fruits (conjoined apples, oranges that come in irregular forms.)

Now these caught my eyes - Rotten durians. I suspect the man in-charge of packaging is either having a severe case of short-sigtedness or was just sleeping on his job. I inspected it and found the smaller patch to be a gap and inside the it was all black mess. It was so so so so obviously la! And I wondered why no staff noticed.

I don't buy packaged durians anyway. I don't trust the cleanliness since after watching some durian vendor at the market blowing ants off a segment with his mouth. Later saliva fly here and there kena the durian how?! My lao bu say I can't share saliva one leh! Hahahahha.

I cooked late brunch for myself at around four plus today.

Omelette Fried Spicy Noodles with Chilli Squid and Dried Shrimps!

Charred on the outside but moist on the inside.

Ladies, Do Something if Someone's like Staring at your Boobs

Boring Saturday night again, I met up with Darren in town and decided to grab a bite at Chippy's.

"Hey, give me a fried Ma..."

"Sorry, we are closed."

Disappointed man, was about to order fried Mars bar and cheesy curry chicken but they were closed. The aroma from far gave us false hope!

Anyway, I was telling Darren this' just another boring Saturday and the moment I missed the last train, I got onto a fateful NR6 towards Sengkang interchange, things changed, for the next two hours at least.

I got on the bus and moved to the rear. It was a usual un-starry night, everything was calm. People were half-dozing, some fully dozed and this pair of ladies were open-bitching and then cracking into unfeminine laughters just in front of me.

After a couple of stops, I began to notice something out of the norm. Stood a man, in his late-forties (I suck at guessing ages), looks a little tough with crew-cut, in checkered-collared-short sleeves with black long pants plus leather shoes holding a middle-classed briefcase.

He looked stoned and the main thing that captured my attention was that he kept standing and sitting for 89790097876 times. He seemed to be aimlessly travelling and kept asking a guy in front on the bus route and where to alight if he wanted to get to Sengkang interchange. He even told the guy to remind him when the bus reaches but the guy had to get off somewhere at North Serangoon. Next, he approached the two bitching ladies in front of me. Every several stops, he stood, sat and asked the two ladies "How to get to Sengkang"/"Where to drop"/"Is Sengkang near?" until they got quite pissed because he was constantly breaking their train of bitchings. I fixed my eyes on him, monitoring his slightest motions. He started even weirder practices soon, such as digging his nose as if he's trying to enlarge his nostrils and licking the clock face of his metallic watch like how a psychopath serial-killer licks his blood-stained dagger in a horror flick. From then, I had an imminent feeling that something bad's gonna happen. Maybe I was thinking too much, I thought, since my dad did some basic palm reading on me today and told me I think too much in both good and bad ways. After the bitchy pair alighted, the weird fellow moved slightly towards me and gave me an intimidating stare, almost an I'M-GONNA-KILL-YOU! one. As I said, I was sitting at the rear and he must be staring at me. I turned on my guard and returned him a Hey-I-can-be-friendly-BUT-that-doesn't-mean-I-don't-STING look. There was a moment of silence before the eye-power war broke and..

"This bus goes Sengkang interchange?"

"Yeah."

"Sengkang interchange?"

"Yup, all the way."

He then stood up for the final time and moved to somewhere at the middle. I relaxed for a second or two and continued monitoring him. He was standing next to this couple who were chatting as if he was non-existence. I wondered why they seemed unbothered as the fellow was very close to the girl, so much that the girl would have been greeted by his crotch if she had turned her head left. Besides that, It seemed from my view that the fellow was staring down either at the girl's head or chest. Immediately registered into my mind was Buangkok Green Medical Park escapee, molester or snatch thief ("occupation" arranged in descending order of possibilities.)

I almost didn't blink and continued watching. He shifted his hand towards the girl, as though he was going to tap her shoulder but went lower, looower, loooowerrrr and finally gave her chest a quick single grope. Everything was seen almost in bullet-time by me. (Ermm, The Matrix effect you know?) I was a little stunned but the girl and her brother was probably much more stunned than I was. They frozed for more than five seconds before confirming it was reality and how to react.

"JADSASJDHSAKLSLF!!!"

"ajsfhkljasflsafksf..."

"DSADSADSAFSAFSADDSAFOLJLLKJJH!!!!!"

"asdasjfkhd..."

And someone stopped the bus.

I'm too lazy to type out the details, so long story short, the girl and her brother confronted the molester over the incident or 'accident' as claimed by the molester himself. They confrontation somehow moved to rear, I felt caught in the crossfire and shifted to the middle of the bus.

I could only remember random lines like...

"I'll call the police!"

"You anyhow touch my sister!"

"Sorry"

"I treat you supper."

"I need to work tomorrow."

"I'm on medication."

"You dress sexy and I'm desperate."

"You can go Geylang!"

"I say sorry already what you want me to do?"

He just kept apologizing and giving lame excuses to escape while the other side bombarded at him. People started to get off the bus till there's only the three involved parties, the bus captain, another girl and me. I watched on, not that I wasn't standing up for justice but just on stand-by to tackle him in case he decided to get violent. Fortunately, he was passive.

The police came and took the molester away in handcuffs. The girl signalled an apology to us (captain, the other girl and me) for the delay which was returned by no-prob gestures.

The bus continued the remainder of it's journey peacefully.

After all these observations, besides being a molester, I guess the guy's a mild mental patient who missed a round of medication. Quite saddening, unsure of what to feel but he'd better be what I thought else I'll HAHA at him.

To my dear friend Xiaowei, I suggest you move somewhere else which is not opposite or near any direction of the Buangkok Green Medical Park before you become the next molested or molester, heh.

Hi Peeps, It's Five Forty-Three in the Morning

Hello again and time check, it's 5:43am right now. The streets at Punggol are deadly silent and motionless. Hawkers are setting up their stalls, kopitiam uncles and aunties are getting their water boiled, nightshift peeps are waiting for six to come, vampires are returning to their coffins, MY NEIGHBOUR'S VINTAGE ALARM CLOCK JUST RANG, but what the hell am I doing here? No, I'm not awakened by any calls from aliens or Mr Cheng (check out "Disgruntled Jack in "Why It Truly Sucks to be a Senior" if you wonder who Mr Cheng is.) Basketball accident today left me with a quite-cranky left wrist and I don't feel comfortable enough to fall asleep after tossing and turning on bed for quite awhile. Boo! I had some chocolate which I believe are painkillers. Oh my god, I'm craving for fried mars bar right now that I'll marry* any girl that brings it to my doorstep.

*Offer closes by 6:15am, HAHA.

Maybe I've got Feminine Features

I found this link off some blog and decided to play around with it. I don't know whether I should regret trying or not... BUT NOW, IT SAYS I LOOK LIKE MIRA SORVINO, A FEMALE WHICH I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS, but definitely some celebrity la (ahhh, nonsense). The keyword is FEMALE here, wth? Nevermind... at least Takuya Kimura and Takizawa Hideaki are males. The remaining are all female celebrities like Gillian Chung and Lee Hyori (which I highly suspect might be a porn star). HAHA, maybe I've got feminine features but who cares?! I love myself, always.

The Best Part of Shopping is Breaking for a Snack or Two

Hello, I'm back from shopping with Jessica and Yuan Ching yesterday. We shopped bloody long at Far East Plaza and then at Heeren's. I think Jess is under the Wei Shan influence and started getting gold shiny stuffs like glittery gold earrings and a gold hairband. Yuan Ching, on the other hand got nothing she wanted and so any-o-how (I suppose) got a bear pedant with chain for self consolation.

The shop where YC got her bear pedant sells quite funky stuffs like favoured soap bars? Flavours available in almond, strawberry, white and dark chocolate. They really smell like chocolate and I ain't no kidding man. So much that sniffing it triggered me to pay Chippy's British Take Away a visit. I ordered Fried Mars Bar + chocolate ice-cream as well as tempted Jess to get one but somehow she was headstrong or maybe she lied to herself. At last, she got calamari rings which were equally sinful. So to me, no difference that I've managed to tempt her to get fried mars bar or not. YC got the pepper chicken bits from Shihlin Taiwan Street Snacks which was just next door. That was undeniably the best part of shopping to me. I promise to take zoomed pictures of their other snacks like Cheesy Curry Chicken, Cheesy Hotdog with Mashed Potatoes. And of course I'll not forget to order Fried Mars Bar and take pictures of it too!

These are what I've got for myself...

You almost always pick the best times to drop the worst lines. You almost made me cry again this time.

This is the nightmare we fall asleep. This is the nightmare we die complete. Tonight's the night, and it's all we need now, to die romantic.

Aren't the fonts pretty? I found this Funeral For A Friend tee but the design and font isn't nice. More shopping for bandstuff with Sailesh next time at Peninsular Shopping Centre!

Before leaving for home, we had dinner at Plaza Sing's mac. Jess buay paiseh one, asked for each of every sauce for a packet of fries. But the counter guy was friendly, gave like free. Good service, that's what we need in Singapore.

36 Strategies to Successful Marketing

This was what I learnt from one of my friends who did sales for insurance. Personally, I don't fancy sales but just to share this with some of you out there, working on part-time sales and facing some problems in convincing customers. Here we go, enjoy.

Firstly and most important of all, we must use this opposite-sex approach like what bloody tele-marketers do (I don't buy their shit, so don't try selling anything to me).

Next, for guys. Target aunties or what they call Ah-Sohs, especially aging ones which you think is 40 plus and almost 50.

Start talking about your product, giving her very brief explainations. Do not go deep unless upon request as doing that may just turn her off.

When you have run dry on brief explainations, suddenly interrupt and sidetrack.

Blue is from Sales personnel and Red is Aunty's-expected-reply. Translations might be literal, proper, if not broken.

Sales personnel's Plan A: “小姐啊，你三十几？”
(Miss, you are.. thirty something?)

Aunty: “AIYOOO, 没有啦？！”
(Aiyooooo, where got?!)

Aunty: “你可以做我的儿子了lor！”
(You can be my son already lor!)

Now, whip out your lethal weapon. Most ladies are very self conscious of their appearances when they realize they are starting to age.

Sales personnel's counter-attack Plan B: “是 meh? 给我猜你最多三十出，三十五。”
(Let me guess, you are at the max thirty plus, thirty five?)

Aunty: “AIYO 阿 BOY 啊, 你嘴好甜啊！”
(Aiyo Ah Boy, You are glib-tongued!)

Sales personnel's Plan C: “我不是在开玩笑！I/C 拿来。”
(Ain't no kidding here, show me your I/C.)

In the next few seconds, her I/C will be fished out and it clearly states that she's 40 plus and almost 50.

Sales personnel's counter-attack Plan D: “看不出 leh. 你不要骗我啦，拿你妈妈的 I/C 来骗我。”
(There's aren't any visible signs that you are of that age, stop lying to me! You are faking me with your mum's I/C huh?)

Aunty: *self-giggles* “没有啦，没有啦, 可能是我有去做脸。”
(*self-giggles* Don't have la, where got? Maybe because I do facial.)

Execute final plan, Operation Back-To-Topic: “OKAY 刚才我给你看的产品着么样？”
(Alright, so how's the product I have introduced you just now?)

Isn't this a win-win situation? Aunty goes home smiling herself to sleep although the product isn't of much use and you earned you living.

Some may say, "Hey, not all aunties would buy this shit."

I would say, the key to success includes trying. If this doesn't work on Aunty A, try on Aunty B! Just like when there's no market in Singapore, venture into Malaysia, Thailand and so on.

Good luck.

SANDSTORM LAI LIAO! ZHAO AHHHHH! "Limpeh ai use laptop, you all zhao first"

Today's another night out with Des and Ang. We were supposed to look for a keyboard, for me and then have dinner buffet at suki sushi but changed our minds due to time mismatch. We checked out some IT shop as well as Popular bookstore at Compasspoint. The IT shop sells nice keyboards (neon, gaming keyboard etc) but the prices weren't within the budget that I've set. I don't really game much, so there isn't a need for a keyboard that enhances. Neither am I that noob with the keyboard, I DON'T NEED NEON TO TYPE IN THE DARK. I guess the neon's just part of the design. Nowadays, neon seems to be the coolest shit to possess. People modify their racing cars with neon, even huge lorries and garbage trucks aren't spared. They mod their motorbikes, trishaws and bicyles all with neon. My brother mod-ed his CPU with neon and finally even keyboards have neon. See the market for neon? I think I'll invest on neon briefs and bikinis. Isn't it sexy and dazzling to watch as the light glows from under the clothing?

Sorry for the sidetrack and next we head to Popular for more budget keyboards. We browsed and came across this, the Mini Keyboard.

Not only is it compact in size, portable, convenient for laptops, flexible and maybe stretchable...

It still is designed to be 1) spill-resistant and 2) usable in a SANDSTORM!!

Alright, this is how a sandstorm looks like...

Now, WHO THE HELL WANTS TO BE USING HIS LAPTOP UNDER SUCH HARSH CONDITIONS?!

Hmmm, maybe I was wrong...

Back to the story, I choosed a black Genius keyboard which costed about 16 bucks. Budget, sleek, includes wrist rest and has a good feel of keypress. Decent.

Next stop was snacking along the streets of Kovan. We had pretty good Hong Kong dim sum at whatever it is. Promise that I'll remember the name and bring back some pictures when I dine there again. We walked down the street, planning to have Punggol Nasi Lemak but it was closed. There's another dim sum stall near there, which I'll try again near future. I'll describe the stretches along Kovan as one of the delicacy heavens. Mouth-watering Midnight Curry, herbal chicken, oyster omelette and stuff. Check them out.

Tao Huay from Selegie Soya Bean (Kovan branch). Warm, smooth and tender.

There's this pet shop beside the Tao Huay stall and while queueing, Des and I saw this HUGE fluffy brown dog through the glass door. Des' immediate reaction was, "Eh, lion!" It really did look like a lion with it's bushy 'mane'. I tried to snap pictures of it but it turned its head away. And when I further coaxed it to turn around by knocking gently at the glass door, it got up and strode away.

"DON'T TAKE THEN SUA LOR! BIG DEAL HUH? DOG WALK LIKE LION I SCARED?"

After we got back to our seats, we lied to Ang that there's a lion cub in the pet shop next door and he actually believed and wanted to go over to see immediately. We further lied that the lion is caged and wouldn't run away. We finished our tao huay and went into the pet shop to show Ang the 'lion'.

See, what's with the Paul Twohill influence. Even hamsters pose him. He's long out already lah. You don't even know where's the face and what direction is it facing. Just like the 'mop-head' ghost from Wishing Stairs if you had watched it. Shireen and I discussed about him over MSN and I typed his name as '2hill'. Suddenly, she told me she was lost in the conversation and thought I was talking about boobs because she thinks 2hill sounds like boobs. Okay, RANDOM.

This was our last stop, chilling at some adventure park which isn't really adventurous. Left to right: Des, Me and Ang.