Going to China has been my "must do" list since I started working. I have been fortunate enough to be able to travel to many places since I was small. Somehow, China was not part of the itinerary. Although I have been to Hong Kong and Macau, but if you never been to the mainland, I don't think you can announce to the world that you have been to China.
As I was growing up, I always dreamt of travelling around the world. I would look at the world map and dream of visiting big metropolitans like New York, Tokyo, Sydney, Los Angelas, London, Paris, Chicago. I used to like the high rise. Tall buildings please my eyes, thrill my bones and send the adrenalin rushing my whole body.
By the time I reached my 21st birthday, I was fortunate enough to visit most of the big cities in the world. When I studied in the States, I took all the opportunities to travel. Spring break, summer break, winter break, thanks giving break, memorial day break and whatever school break that I have, I would drag my buddy to go explore new cities together. It could be a one day trip to the nearest city from our uni town or as long as one month trip to the entire south west of the States covering more than few thousands miles. It was always a greart feeling to be able to feel and see the hustle and bustle of a new city.
After so many years, people change and I changed. Megacities do not please my eyes, thrill my bones or send the adrenalin rushing my whole body. Nowadays, I long for small town, rural kampung or primitive countryside that offer great sceneries, great landscape and great portrait of children running around bare footed and having the most precious smile on their face. This change has helped me to relook at China. I have started to look at big land, China in a different context since then. I believe China will be able to please my eyes, thrill my bones and send the adrenalin rushing my whole body.
As such, when my dad asked my to go to accompany him and mom to go to China, I suggested the Spring City or better known as Kunming rather than the more familiar cities such as Beijing or Shanghai. Although Kunming is by no mean a small town, a rural kampung or primitive countryside of any standard, I am still pretty sure it's surroundings can offer great sceneries, great landscape and great portrait of children running around bare footed and having the most precious smile on their face.
I can't wait to go... I need this break badly... yes I am!
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Blessed
You know that you are blessed when you wake up in the morning and find yourself still breathing and your nose is not blocked.
You know that you are not blessed when you wake up in the morning and find no one waking up besides you.
You know that you are blessed when you have to wake up early in the morning to go to work
You know that you are not blessed when you have to wake up early in the morning on a Sunday to go to work
You know that you are blessed when you have a cool hobby that keep you occupy when you are sien
You know that you are not blessed when you have to spend thousands to upgrade the equipment of the cool hobby that keep you occupy when you are sien
You know that you are blessed when you can channel surfing on a Saturday night
You know that you are not blessed when you can channel surfing on a Saturday night, farted and there is no one around to give you that "wtf" look
You know that you are blessed when you have a good working team at work
You know that you are not blessed when you have a good working team at work and you still find yourself wondering why the supposedly intelligent application not intelligent oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
You know that you are blessed when you are down and there are people around you who are kind enough to lift you up.
You know that you are not blessed when you wake up in the morning and find no one waking up besides you.
You know that you are blessed when you have to wake up early in the morning to go to work
You know that you are not blessed when you have to wake up early in the morning on a Sunday to go to work
You know that you are blessed when you have a cool hobby that keep you occupy when you are sien
You know that you are not blessed when you have to spend thousands to upgrade the equipment of the cool hobby that keep you occupy when you are sien
You know that you are blessed when you can channel surfing on a Saturday night
You know that you are not blessed when you can channel surfing on a Saturday night, farted and there is no one around to give you that "wtf" look
You know that you are blessed when you have a good working team at work
You know that you are not blessed when you have a good working team at work and you still find yourself wondering why the supposedly intelligent application not intelligent oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
You know that you are blessed when you are down and there are people around you who are kind enough to lift you up.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Boyz Night Out
It was not planned. It was not supposed to happen. But my photography sifu managed to convince me to drag my ass from the office to take night shots.
It was already 11am when we reach our destination. Surprising, the place that we went was full with people. There were so many people that I was shocked. It was shocking because there were at least 300 people I reckon. It was shocking because there were at least 300 people I reckon and they were doing nothing. These 300 so people I reckon were juz standing by the road side... I was shocked.
I was shocked when I found myself standing amongst the 300 people witnessing these heroic yet idiotic motocyclists displaying their stunts on the main road. It was not spectacular. It was not breathtaking. It was not cooooooool... okieeeeee. Say me old fashion lar but someone can get hurt okieeeeeeeeee.
Anyhow, my photography sifu and I spent about 2 hours there to shot and snap and feeding the blood sucking loathing flying insects.
It was already 11am when we reach our destination. Surprising, the place that we went was full with people. There were so many people that I was shocked. It was shocking because there were at least 300 people I reckon. It was shocking because there were at least 300 people I reckon and they were doing nothing. These 300 so people I reckon were juz standing by the road side... I was shocked.
I was shocked when I found myself standing amongst the 300 people witnessing these heroic yet idiotic motocyclists displaying their stunts on the main road. It was not spectacular. It was not breathtaking. It was not cooooooool... okieeeeee. Say me old fashion lar but someone can get hurt okieeeeeeeeee.
Anyhow, my photography sifu and I spent about 2 hours there to shot and snap and feeding the blood sucking loathing flying insects.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Nicol won the British Open
This morning as I flipped through the newspaper, the headline was how our nation's pride, Nicole David won the prestigious British open. Malaysia Boleh! It is not everyday that our athletes win tournaments in world meet. We should be proud.
The news has me thinking. I always enjoy playing sports. I definitely like watching sport on the tv. I played different sports in different stages of my young life. When I was young, playing guli is a sport of mine. Then I started playing badminton and table tennis. When I know how to ride the bicycle, cycling becomes my only sport. When I was in my primary school, i played basketball and soccer. I was even named as the captain of my school basketball team although I might be a few mm short of a Calvin Klein’s model... so don't play play can?
In my secondary school, I took up tennis but it was short lived as I was too bored chasing around the court for the ball. During my college years, I learn to bowl and it becomes my passion. I first bowl when I visited my brother in Boston. Apparently, he and his gang's favorite pass time was going to the Boston Bowling and bowl. And they love to bowl in the middle of the night. I must say, it was fun.
Getting my own bolwing is a big deal. I had promised myself to get a bowling of my own if I ever reached the low score of 180. When the magic number appeared in the score board, my and my brother went straight to the pro shop to get me my own ball.
Getting a bowling ball is just the beginning. I started learning hooked ball. Straight ball became so boring, so amateur, so no stlye. The learning curve for me was steep I must say. Adjusting to the lane condition was hard. Adjusting the throwing style was damn hard. Adjusting to the hooked ball is bloody hard.
I was almost given up on the sport until I went to work in Penang. Thanks to a group of bowling pig fren dog fren especially to sifu LC, I managed to get my style right. Thanks to sifu LC, I managed to get the bowling ball hooked. Thanks to sifu LC, I managed to get turkeys and baggers. That was the best memory of my bowling career.
The bowling pig fren dog fren met at least twice a week to bowl. For weekdays, we would meet in one of the malls in Bayan Baru to bowl. We played like 4 games each. On the weekend, would be our so called sport day. We have starter before the main course. For starter, we usually started with tennis, then table tennis and a dip in the pool. For the main course, will be our bowling session. The main course can be very long. 6 hours is normal to the gang.
Wah sai... 6 hours of non stop throwing the 13ib ball... hand sure tired la... I would do anything to go back to the time when I can bowl til I ki siao...
The news has me thinking. I always enjoy playing sports. I definitely like watching sport on the tv. I played different sports in different stages of my young life. When I was young, playing guli is a sport of mine. Then I started playing badminton and table tennis. When I know how to ride the bicycle, cycling becomes my only sport. When I was in my primary school, i played basketball and soccer. I was even named as the captain of my school basketball team although I might be a few mm short of a Calvin Klein’s model... so don't play play can?
In my secondary school, I took up tennis but it was short lived as I was too bored chasing around the court for the ball. During my college years, I learn to bowl and it becomes my passion. I first bowl when I visited my brother in Boston. Apparently, he and his gang's favorite pass time was going to the Boston Bowling and bowl. And they love to bowl in the middle of the night. I must say, it was fun.
Getting my own bolwing is a big deal. I had promised myself to get a bowling of my own if I ever reached the low score of 180. When the magic number appeared in the score board, my and my brother went straight to the pro shop to get me my own ball.
Getting a bowling ball is just the beginning. I started learning hooked ball. Straight ball became so boring, so amateur, so no stlye. The learning curve for me was steep I must say. Adjusting to the lane condition was hard. Adjusting the throwing style was damn hard. Adjusting to the hooked ball is bloody hard.
I was almost given up on the sport until I went to work in Penang. Thanks to a group of bowling pig fren dog fren especially to sifu LC, I managed to get my style right. Thanks to sifu LC, I managed to get the bowling ball hooked. Thanks to sifu LC, I managed to get turkeys and baggers. That was the best memory of my bowling career.
The bowling pig fren dog fren met at least twice a week to bowl. For weekdays, we would meet in one of the malls in Bayan Baru to bowl. We played like 4 games each. On the weekend, would be our so called sport day. We have starter before the main course. For starter, we usually started with tennis, then table tennis and a dip in the pool. For the main course, will be our bowling session. The main course can be very long. 6 hours is normal to the gang.
Wah sai... 6 hours of non stop throwing the 13ib ball... hand sure tired la... I would do anything to go back to the time when I can bowl til I ki siao...
Sunday, October 09, 2005
What a race...
Waking up early is difficult. Waking up as early as 5.30 in the morning is even more difficult. But I was determined. I was determined to wake up early because I have promised my photography sifu to go for a much needed photography session. I haven't really been taking photos since my last trip to Taiping, and that was about 5 months ago.
I woke up when the phone alarm buzz at exact 5.30am. Damn it was raining. It was raining but I was determined. I was determined to take photos today since I haven't really been taking photos since my last trip to Taiping, and that was about 5 months ago. I was so determined that no little rain could stop me from going to Cyberjaya.
After picking up my photography sifu, we headed straight to Cyberjaya. God must be very impressed with my determination that He halted the rain as we approaching Cyberjaya.
After making few rounds in Cyberjaya, I was disappointed. The buildings sux. The weather sux. The scenary sux. The trees sux and even the homeless dogs look sux. So photography sifu and I started to experiment panning technique. Panning is a technique to capture moving object. Finding a moving object is really difficult especially it is only 8am in a Sunday morning. Finding a moving object is really really difficult especially it is only 8am in a Sunday morning in a dead town like Cyberjaya. Arghhhhh.... However, we were determined. We were so determined that God must be very impressed because after about half an hour, we managed to capture 5 motorcyclists and 3 cars.
After breakfast with my photography sifu, I went back to have a quick nap before F1 race in Suzuka. Despite the fact that alonso has secured his world championship title, I was hoping for a spectacular, dramatic and action packed race. Boy I was amazed. I was so amazed that I have decided to wacth the entire race. I was so amazed that my heart was beating very fast especially during the last lap of the race when Kimi overtook Fisichella. Boy, it was awesome.
The day couldn't be any more surprising. God must have heard that. I called my dad for my weekly update and he told me that my mom and him will be coming to KL next Saturday. What even more surprised was that they will be staying at my apartment this time instead of my bro's place.
Arghhhh.... I need to clean my filthy apartment...
I woke up when the phone alarm buzz at exact 5.30am. Damn it was raining. It was raining but I was determined. I was determined to take photos today since I haven't really been taking photos since my last trip to Taiping, and that was about 5 months ago. I was so determined that no little rain could stop me from going to Cyberjaya.
After picking up my photography sifu, we headed straight to Cyberjaya. God must be very impressed with my determination that He halted the rain as we approaching Cyberjaya.
After making few rounds in Cyberjaya, I was disappointed. The buildings sux. The weather sux. The scenary sux. The trees sux and even the homeless dogs look sux. So photography sifu and I started to experiment panning technique. Panning is a technique to capture moving object. Finding a moving object is really difficult especially it is only 8am in a Sunday morning. Finding a moving object is really really difficult especially it is only 8am in a Sunday morning in a dead town like Cyberjaya. Arghhhhh.... However, we were determined. We were so determined that God must be very impressed because after about half an hour, we managed to capture 5 motorcyclists and 3 cars.
After breakfast with my photography sifu, I went back to have a quick nap before F1 race in Suzuka. Despite the fact that alonso has secured his world championship title, I was hoping for a spectacular, dramatic and action packed race. Boy I was amazed. I was so amazed that I have decided to wacth the entire race. I was so amazed that my heart was beating very fast especially during the last lap of the race when Kimi overtook Fisichella. Boy, it was awesome.
The day couldn't be any more surprising. God must have heard that. I called my dad for my weekly update and he told me that my mom and him will be coming to KL next Saturday. What even more surprised was that they will be staying at my apartment this time instead of my bro's place.
Arghhhh.... I need to clean my filthy apartment...
Sunday, October 02, 2005
He got all the luck
Have not been writing my blog for sometimes. Few important events took place since my last update. First of all, Alonso became the youngest ever F1 driver to become world champion. I am a big fan of McLaren, especially Kimi Raikkonen, so you can guess I wasn't too thrill when knowing that Alonso has secured his championship title. Furthermore, I believe McLaren has the fastest car on the race track as appose to the Renault. I guess Renault got a big help from McLaren's reliability issue.
Besides F1, in the local front, the biggest event over the past week was the announcement of 2006 budget by Datuk Seri Pak Lah. I am not particularly interested in the budget to be frank since I am not a civil servant, not an entrepreneur, not eligible to welfare assistance and I don't smoke. However, I do sometimes attend social drinking sessions with my pig friends dog friends. But I have enough excuses in my I don't want to drink today black book that I can avoid excessive drinking. The only thing that worries me is the increment in the car petrol. But since our good old government has agreed to only raise the price of the petrol next year, I'll worry about it later.
But for many of my friends, the biggest impact of the budget must be the increase of cigarette price. But interesting enough, the cigarette price in Malaysia is still cheap compare to our neighboring countries. For example, for a pack of 20's, in Malaysia was selling RM6.50 (I think the new price might be RM7.40), in Singapore it is selling at a price of RM24,50! Wah piang, luckily I don't smoke and even luckier that I don't live in Singapore.
Another happening event in the country was the birth of our very own Malaysian Idol season 2, Daniel. Since I am not his fan, and the fact that I don't think he can sing or dance, and I don't think he has to look neither, and since I have nothing nice to write about him, I will stop here regarding our very own Malaysian Idol season 2.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
3rd Photography class
After the weekly meeting on Jakarta project, I was completely stressed out. It will be a tough one month ahead for me and the team as we struggle to complete the module.
After a rough day which was filled with meetings, discussions and monitoring the staff, I was looking forwards to the photography class. Today should be interesting as we were gonna learn about Aperture and Depth of Field.
This is what I learned in the class. Aperture, is the shutter control a,oount of light through the lens (F). Robin (the guru) was trying hard to explain to a bunch of us with his broken English. All I can say is that he has his own unique style of English pronunciation.
I really enjoyed the class today. I have been very sotong about aperture and dept of field ever since I started playing around with my D70. I was also being bombarded with the knowledge of lens. cool! These are the note i've taken...
After the class, I stopped by 7-11 to grab some biscuits and head back to my office to continue some "unfinished" work of the day. But I was very eager to go back home and try out the new found knowledge I just possessed.
Well, try to appreciate the attached photos... I paid RM500 for these kind of shots.. ok?
After a rough day which was filled with meetings, discussions and monitoring the staff, I was looking forwards to the photography class. Today should be interesting as we were gonna learn about Aperture and Depth of Field.
This is what I learned in the class. Aperture, is the shutter control a,oount of light through the lens (F). Robin (the guru) was trying hard to explain to a bunch of us with his broken English. All I can say is that he has his own unique style of English pronunciation.
I really enjoyed the class today. I have been very sotong about aperture and dept of field ever since I started playing around with my D70. I was also being bombarded with the knowledge of lens. cool! These are the note i've taken...
After the class, I stopped by 7-11 to grab some biscuits and head back to my office to continue some "unfinished" work of the day. But I was very eager to go back home and try out the new found knowledge I just possessed.
Well, try to appreciate the attached photos... I paid RM500 for these kind of shots.. ok?
Sunday, September 18, 2005
New Beginning
I have started two classes this month! First I enrolled into the certificate of photography. Photography is my new found interest. I bought a D-SLR beginning of the year I guess it is high time for me to really get to know my equipment! haha!
The pic attached is me with my D70. It was a really good bargain when I bought it, at a price of RM3350. I love the grip as well as the sound it produces when I snap photos. yea... the sounds make me feel like a professional photographer taking photos for national geography or Reuter. I am silently hoping that my pic will be used by these companies (maybe silence is understatement as all my close will know that as I like to brag about that)
The other lesson that I enrolled was the guitar lesson. I always like to play the drum but have ended up taking guitar lesson. Ironic! Thanks to my fren ciko loo who has asked me to join him. I have an accoustic guitar. It is more of a display at my apartment than anything else. I reckon it is also high time to do something about it. I am silently hoping to play like George Michael in the music video Faith one day... this is really a silent dream... haha
The pic attached is me with my D70. It was a really good bargain when I bought it, at a price of RM3350. I love the grip as well as the sound it produces when I snap photos. yea... the sounds make me feel like a professional photographer taking photos for national geography or Reuter. I am silently hoping that my pic will be used by these companies (maybe silence is understatement as all my close will know that as I like to brag about that)
The other lesson that I enrolled was the guitar lesson. I always like to play the drum but have ended up taking guitar lesson. Ironic! Thanks to my fren ciko loo who has asked me to join him. I have an accoustic guitar. It is more of a display at my apartment than anything else. I reckon it is also high time to do something about it. I am silently hoping to play like George Michael in the music video Faith one day... this is really a silent dream... haha
Monday, September 12, 2005
Expectations
Life should be fun! I should be able to do the things I like and never worry about the consequences. To most people, life begins with birth, then after the 11 years of attending school, you probably endure another 4 years of agonized university life. If you successfully completed your bachelor degree, you will be expected to get a decent job with reasonable pay. And if you are lucky enough to fall in love, you are expected to settle down and get married. After married, you will be expected to have your juniors. Then, if you are still alive, you are expected to retire, have lots of children or grand children around you. After 70 years of expectations, we fall sick and die.
Is this the circle of life? Can I enjoy the present without worrying about my future? Can I enjoy the moment without thinking about not meeting the expectations set by the society?
Screw the future, screw the expectations! I leave my destiny to God. I believe He has planned a path for me. What I do is the reflection of what God has intended for me to do.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Good Old Time
It started out as yet another routine but boring day. I woke up at 8, on my sofa instead of my comfortable bed again.
Office was pretty normal too. Nothing too shocking happened, which is really good. Then Boom! During lunch hour I got a surprise call from my old college mates. Yeap.. Decia Tee, the most pretty girl during my college year. It has been about 10 years since I last saw her in University of Kentucky.
In order to meet with her and my good old roommate, Tze Khang, who was attending a seminar in KL, I have requested from my boss for me to go off early. So at 5pm sharp, I rush down to KL plaza with my new sportage.
At around 6.15pm I finally saw two of them. Wow... I was really happy to see my good old frens again. Decia, now pregnant with her third kids, was looking as great as ever. In fact, I would say better than I last saw her. Tze Khang, still the same when i met him few months back.
We were able to talk for juz about 50 minutes. Decia got dinner appointment at 7pm while Tze Khang was catching a plane back to Kuching at 8.50pm. The whole session was short but definitely great. We talked a lot of the Good Old TIme. Damn! How fast the time flies.
Then on the way back home, got a call from Umar, my old secondary school mate. Wow... today must be the "back to your good old time" day. We chatted for awhile and decided to meet up during one of the weekdays.
Yeap... today is definitely worth putting on my blog.
Office was pretty normal too. Nothing too shocking happened, which is really good. Then Boom! During lunch hour I got a surprise call from my old college mates. Yeap.. Decia Tee, the most pretty girl during my college year. It has been about 10 years since I last saw her in University of Kentucky.
In order to meet with her and my good old roommate, Tze Khang, who was attending a seminar in KL, I have requested from my boss for me to go off early. So at 5pm sharp, I rush down to KL plaza with my new sportage.
At around 6.15pm I finally saw two of them. Wow... I was really happy to see my good old frens again. Decia, now pregnant with her third kids, was looking as great as ever. In fact, I would say better than I last saw her. Tze Khang, still the same when i met him few months back.
We were able to talk for juz about 50 minutes. Decia got dinner appointment at 7pm while Tze Khang was catching a plane back to Kuching at 8.50pm. The whole session was short but definitely great. We talked a lot of the Good Old TIme. Damn! How fast the time flies.
Then on the way back home, got a call from Umar, my old secondary school mate. Wow... today must be the "back to your good old time" day. We chatted for awhile and decided to meet up during one of the weekdays.
Yeap... today is definitely worth putting on my blog.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
The Day
Today is my big day... I am finally 30 years old. Guess what? I stayed in the bed 80% of the day as I was down with F.L.U. Damn! What a way to start your new "Thirty Something Era"!
Managed to join my bro, my Da Sao and an old fren of us from Pekan, Chin Hui to Victoria Station at Tai Pan for my Brithday Dinner. Due to the overwhelming headache and F.L.U., I didn't get to enjoy the mushroom soup and the spaghetti.
Arghhhhhhh... what a day!
Managed to join my bro, my Da Sao and an old fren of us from Pekan, Chin Hui to Victoria Station at Tai Pan for my Brithday Dinner. Due to the overwhelming headache and F.L.U., I didn't get to enjoy the mushroom soup and the spaghetti.
Arghhhhhhh... what a day!
Monday, August 29, 2005
It is not until recently that I realize one simple fact of life that everyone seems to ignore... anyone, if you are lucky to live long enough, you can actually turn 30 one day. Turning 30 seems eternity when you were young. And only your uncles and aunties are 30 and above. Well, here I am today, 2 days before joining my uncles and aunties stepping into the unknown -- the thirty something era!!!!
So my colleagues were kind enough to throw me a birthday "party" last Saturday. Coincidentally there are two of us in the company having the same birth date. And that again proves one thing that I've come to accept: BIRTHDAY is not unique to YOU. If you are able to born during the Merdeka day... so can others. So far, I have known at least 5 people having the same birth date as me! And I also have a couple dozens more claiming to have the same birth date... but in actual fact theirs were either few days before or after. Well...
Oh back to the birthday "party"... So on Saturday night, 7 of us drove all the way from PJ to Cheras to this supposedly nice restaurant for steam boat. After 7 mountains of climbing and descending ( and I am not kidding) as well as passing by plenty of "lala"s we reached our destination. Another 3 colleagues already there awaiting our arrival.
The steamboat was ok if you ask me. The sotong and chicken wings on the other hand were better than expected. It was a quiet dinner I would say. The noise pollution index was kept at a decent level throughout. Everyone seemed to be concentrating on the food except when CC would ask me to look at some chicks when they were passing by. After a peaceful meal, we decided to go to Neway, a newly opened kala-ok in Cheras. After much coaxing, SK and KH (+ his significant other half) agreed to go too.
The kala-ok session went quite peacefully at first. SK and KH who hesitated to join in the first place suddenly took over the mikes and remote control. And it seems like they know all the songs in the selection screen too! This also proves one urban theory: those seem to be the most reluctant to sing at first will transformed into made-believe superstars when they have a mike in their hands. Strange but it happen all the time.
The k session became... i would say chaotic after few rounds of bottoms up!! Apparently there are two different groups now... one still living in the superstar made believe world while the other group started to throw the ice into each other pants / shirt... wah sai... I got few ices stuck in my Calvin Klien lor... Just when you thought that it won't get any jia lat-er... here comes the cake fight! I guess we must be damn noisy that the waiter had to come into the room and switch on the light!!! This bastard waiter even asked us to clean the place up!!!! Silently, I have already decided not to step foot into this kala-ok place ever again.
At around 2am, the kala-ok session finally ended. Everyone was to "wing" to even walk by now, not to mention driving back home. So we decided to hang around the mamak stall to let our alcohol evaporate. I was quite wing myself to remember anything by now. However, I still managed to act sober enough to coax mel to let me drove his brand new Honda City... MWAHAHAHAHAHA.....
So my colleagues were kind enough to throw me a birthday "party" last Saturday. Coincidentally there are two of us in the company having the same birth date. And that again proves one thing that I've come to accept: BIRTHDAY is not unique to YOU. If you are able to born during the Merdeka day... so can others. So far, I have known at least 5 people having the same birth date as me! And I also have a couple dozens more claiming to have the same birth date... but in actual fact theirs were either few days before or after. Well...
Oh back to the birthday "party"... So on Saturday night, 7 of us drove all the way from PJ to Cheras to this supposedly nice restaurant for steam boat. After 7 mountains of climbing and descending ( and I am not kidding) as well as passing by plenty of "lala"s we reached our destination. Another 3 colleagues already there awaiting our arrival.
The steamboat was ok if you ask me. The sotong and chicken wings on the other hand were better than expected. It was a quiet dinner I would say. The noise pollution index was kept at a decent level throughout. Everyone seemed to be concentrating on the food except when CC would ask me to look at some chicks when they were passing by. After a peaceful meal, we decided to go to Neway, a newly opened kala-ok in Cheras. After much coaxing, SK and KH (+ his significant other half) agreed to go too.
The kala-ok session went quite peacefully at first. SK and KH who hesitated to join in the first place suddenly took over the mikes and remote control. And it seems like they know all the songs in the selection screen too! This also proves one urban theory: those seem to be the most reluctant to sing at first will transformed into made-believe superstars when they have a mike in their hands. Strange but it happen all the time.
The k session became... i would say chaotic after few rounds of bottoms up!! Apparently there are two different groups now... one still living in the superstar made believe world while the other group started to throw the ice into each other pants / shirt... wah sai... I got few ices stuck in my Calvin Klien lor... Just when you thought that it won't get any jia lat-er... here comes the cake fight! I guess we must be damn noisy that the waiter had to come into the room and switch on the light!!! This bastard waiter even asked us to clean the place up!!!! Silently, I have already decided not to step foot into this kala-ok place ever again.
At around 2am, the kala-ok session finally ended. Everyone was to "wing" to even walk by now, not to mention driving back home. So we decided to hang around the mamak stall to let our alcohol evaporate. I was quite wing myself to remember anything by now. However, I still managed to act sober enough to coax mel to let me drove his brand new Honda City... MWAHAHAHAHAHA.....
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