I did it in the club. I did it on Xmas eve. Thank you Malaysia and PDRM for the inspiration.

p/s: Picture stolen from cyber-red.

Went to Cameron Highlands for the weekends. Spent loads of quality time with the family. It isn’t the most interesting place on earth, which isn’t that bad because it forces you to make the best out of the tiniest things. And I mean things like listening to your Mom relate stories that she had repeated for the 1,787,998th time or losing your monthly allowance to your Dad in chortaidee or hearing you brother mumbling about being a virgin or something when he’s drunk. All in all, it was quite a fun trip, in spite of the damp and smelly apartment, horrid steaks and hours long journey to and back.

What else is there in Cameron Highlands besides..

Tea plantation.

Flowers.

Cacti.

The people…

My folks.

Nick 2, Nick 1, me and Nick 1’s favourite girl (besides me and Mom).

Virginal Nick 1, drunk.

Lastly, I thought this is a cool picture…

So we’ve finished everything that has to do with tertiery education (except for the final year project presentation on the 6th next month) and thought we ought to celebrate. Being Malaysians, how else do we do it aside from drinking and eating? Hence that’s exactly what we did.

We drove all the way to Tanjung Harapan for a feast at this restaurant called Port Village. I’ve been there before for Mother’s Day but didn’t leave with a good impression because it was crowded and the food was so-so (thanks to my scrooge of an aunt too stingy to chip in for better seafood so we were ordering lousy food to please her). I really would prefer any restaurant in Teluk Gong over Port Village. Anyway, what the heck, I thought. It was a long journey to be there I might as well enjoy it.

And yeah, you bet I enjoyed it. Every single bite.

First up, vegetable fried with belacan and salt roasted mantis prawns (this is good stuff!).

Spicy clams.

Drunken prawns.

Chilli crabs and spicy dry crabs.

Obligatory fried buns to soak up the chilli gravy. Yum yum yum!

Marmite baby octopuses (addictive stuff).

All of us.

We ordered fried calimari to wrap up the dinner, but I forgot to take picture of it. It was also good! Oh, and I drank without passing out and managed to drive back home in one piece. Hehehe.

I think the gang and I are going to do this more often, we’re thinking about once a month, dedicated just for food. Well, this meal will go down in history as my last indulgence for the year. I’ve vowed to go on a balanced diet with loads of exercise to lose this pesky 5 kilos that I haven’t lost yet. I hope it won’t become another unsuccessful resolution.

I know the title is a bit……but I couldn’t help it. ROTFLOL.

Look what I’ve got here…

At first, Paul alerted me of this comment made by some anonymous dumbfuck on Huai Bin’s latest post. Click for larger version.

Then the anonymous dumbfuck proceeded to shit at my site.

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The comments have since been deleted.

Needless to mention, I didn’t blow HB’s whistle (sorry, I just have to say it like that again, ehehehe). I may love his site…but not that much! I think his site is more interesting and educational than dajal. And no, I haven’t been influenced to do drugs eventhough I’ve been a loyal reader for more than a year.

I think the media has once again sexed things up and it is without a doubt, another plot to undermine the credibility of blogging. Of course, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a plot to deviate attention from the current Squatgate. It’s only disheartening to see HB being made a scapegoat and I wish him the best of luck. Hope he would come out of this unscathed.

I think…

I think I’m going to go make myself some fluffy pancakes.

This final year thesis is depressing me.

I can’t wait to graduate.

Pancakes are uplifting. My butt, literally.

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Yeah, I freakin did it.

I freakin fried pancakes at the struck of midnight.

For all I know, I’m a wife material because I bloody cook your supper. Provided that I get to eat too.

Anyway, I’ve learnt a lesson. Don’t buy cheap electrical appliances. Cause the plastic flicker will snap on you when you want to whip eggwhites for fluffy pancakes.

Rotten Chinese plastic. Don’t ask about the stains, I can’t remember the last time I used that thing.

So I stole SariPartyGirl’s pancake recipe. This girl can cook with looks to boot. And her Bollywood boyfriend is damn hot, ok. Speaking of Bollywood, I have to convince my Mom to subscribe to next month’s Astro BoxOffice. Why? Because there is Aamir Khan! He IS SO SO SO SO HOT! I first knew him from Dil Chata Hai and since he’s been my object of fantasy for a number of times. Today, I saw the promo for The Rising: Ballad of Mangal Pandey. Oh. My. Gawd *pants*

Ok…back to pancakes

1. Whip the egg whites and salt till so fluffy it flows no more. Even with the bowl overturned.
2. Mix the yolks, cake mixture (I didn’t use flour cause I didn’t have any) and milk/water together.
3. Fold in the egg whites into the batter.
4. Mix well.

1. Put a dollop of batter onto a well-oiled wok (Sorry, typical chinese household with no non-stick pan).
2. It was fine, then I burnt the second pancake.

3. Next, I poured in so much oil I was practically deep-frying the thing.
4. Voila. Butter and honey topping.

1. Pancakes of different sizes = N00b cook.
2. Consume with care.
3. Chomp. chomp. chomp.
4. Verdict: I am the queen of pancakes.

Then I got guilty for breaking my diet and transfered the sin to my 13 year old brother. He’s growing anyway.

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This morning I went to the bank to deposit and withdraw money. It’s pretty fine until this fucker decided to stand right beside me while I was doing my business. What a rude idiot! I don’t know about you, but my Mom has always taught me to stand at least a foot behind the person using the ATM. I don’t want people to look at my depleted funds and I certainly hate to think that these fuckers do what they do because they’re preparing to pounce on me at some corner after getting an inkling about my PIN.

The difference between good parents and turd parents is 1 foot.

Kavi my babe came back from down under for her semester break. Apparently she’s pissed because I didn’t put “Meet Kavi” on my must-be-done-list. I told her that eventhough I didn’t write it down, it only meant that I remember it with sheer brain power. Hehehe. Oh and she bought me a bag of my favourite Bounty!

Kavi and moi.

We had delicious Vietnamese food at 1U. After lunch, we walked around the complex and stumbled upon the funniest thing of the day. Check out this banner at Dragon-I Restaurant…

The Chef looks damn manly and pro, right? He’s made it into the Guinness Book of Record, but I don’t know for what reason cause the words on the certificate were too small. Instead, they made something else extra big…

They have 2 or 3 of the same banner displayed at the shopfront.

I’ve actually seen the same banner a couple of months back. I can’t believe they’re still using it!

Wow, this blogger absolutely takes my breath away. She’s so beautiful! And read this interview about her getting signed on by a modelling agency. Way to go, girl!

She’s going to make it big, I’m telling you.

With that sort of ethereal beauty and down to earth humility, who wouldn’t like her? I want to see her appearing on my television already! Now!

Oh, and I want her porcelain skin too!

And the best thing is she need not look like an overdone bapok!

Bapok

*pictures ripped from www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss and http://racingspec.net/

++Edit ++

Wow, just realised Suan too thinks she’s cool. See…she’s going to be big! I want to be president of her fan club. Don’t fight with me.

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