Smell of a 1000 miles

BEHOLD the might TOFU, the smelly type.

Say hello to Gaurav, my mate from Norway, no he's not blonde and yes he's Indian.

Nevertheless, a victim for the smelly taufoo thanks to his visit here in KL and of course his willingness to allow ME to give him a taste that smells over a 1000 miles!


That's his Mauritian gal on the right. My former RA in Perth, Shanela's her name, eating smelly tofu ain't her game, so she watches safely at the sidelines.






Notice the slow torture one's tastebuds endure when the slimy tofu kills all form of reseptors leading only the feeling of ultimate CRAP left in your mouth.

It's not that bad is it?

Kinda smooth, mushy, not much taste.

I can live with this, what's the big deal?

OK it smells and taste like crap, it's worst than shit.

Will this have a terrible effect when we make out?

Hope u enjoyed my comedic take on events, but on the reality side, HE enjoyed the tofu and ate more than one, he's one of the more sporting ppl i know seeing that there are more and more chickens living in this world nowadays......and yes SHE still likes him despite his bad after-breath.

Kampungku

Gee, just another plain urinal at One Utama's new wing......wait a minute, piss don't come in lumps????? Got to take a closer look.


Damn it looks like shit, who the hell shits in a urinal? it's not called a shitinal or crapinal or a toilet bowl? I dun believe it.

Okay it's shit, plain old shit, but which numb skull takes a dump in a urinal? or more importantly how does someone go around doing it?

With the help of a fellow Singaporean, we've come to the conclusion that it must have been the standing-pass-motion technique used by the cranes in Japan.

"Men can do anything standing up." -Jon Sim (seen in pic)

I myself hope it's some baby shit not some uneducated prick, or worst still an aspiring artist's work of art.

Quack Quack

Welcome to the Sunrise roasted duck rice shop at Sea Park.

To those who know it, I need not say more, and to those who don't, what the hell are you waiting for?

Located very near the KFC at Sea Park, if you dunno where that is, then don't bother, really, you might as well ask someone that has been there before.

Tis the lady that does all the chopping, quite decent skills, I'm guessing she's like 3rd generation duck seller.

Service is pretty okay, not too arrogant considering other famous shops,

all and all a pretty good experience.


Tis the meat that is crispy on the outside, and killa on the in.

Very difficult to get a perfect texture in roast duck, they do it to the tee,

along with some vinegary soup, which i tend to like, though it's not for everyone's tastebuds.
I've only been to this place like twice, coz it closes so bloody early, and believe me they do, so if u ever want a bite, i guess you have to try the weekend rush or tell ur boss you have to go to the bank.

Bon Apetit

The Incredible Bulk & his new office

The Incredible Bulk, gets frustrated whenever there is no food around, don't piss him off, at least have a cookie at worst!
His new office, Homegrown Productions Sdn Bhd.

Will spend the next few days painting it, carpeting, furnishing....bla bla bla.

This is where great things will happen...the start of an interesting journey.

When in doubt

Sunday

November 6

2005

A day that will be remembered for all MU fans and otherthanChelsea fans around the world.

Would it have proven to be a turning point in the domination of Russian money or was it just a last gasp from a dying breed of champions.

Whatever it was, it was a glimmer, a glimmer that the never-give-up attitude in Manchester was still alive.

Sure it feels lame to be like Liverpool, not having a chance at winning everything but feeling like the Champions League had been won after beating any of the rivals, and the funny thing is they are the European Champions (but everybody knows that final was rigged).


But back to a splendid performance in the 1-0 victory over Chelsea, a no nonsense tough performance in the first half, the Reds totally shut off the multi-million dollar Chelsea midfield, and with the luck of a baboon-of-a-striker-Drogba, things were even easier.

Alan Smith was bitch slapping eveybody in his zone, while Ronaldo kept running past his markers, they had no choice but to resort to rugby rules to bring him down.

But the boy wonder finally found some luck with a left-legged cross (a blind one in fact) to find the magical head of Darren Fletcher, a player criticised by his own captain, a player I think personally is Alex Ferguson's eligitimate son, a player that tried to cross the ball back with a header, but found it looping in to the top corner of the Chelsea goal by the ghosts of the Busby Babes, or to give him a bit more credit some masterclass ingenuity.


The second half was a bit more frightening seeing that Chelsea kept their shit together to create more opportunities, but it was obvious who had the greater desire between the two teams,

and the Reds were back.


Never the most skillful of teams Manunited, but they still have the biggest heart in the whole world, it's all about pushing the limits, once the new batch starts realising this, they will rule Europe and England(unlike Liverpool).

My nephew the King

It's all saints day today, for all the non-christians it's the day we chrissies celebrate all the saints at one go, another good excuse to push festivals in Italy and other european countries.

What usually comes after all saints, would be all-souls day, the day when we chrissies visit the departed (dead people), kinda like ceng beng, except without a whole lot of shit burning and polluting the sky (for all those offended, i too burn a lot of shit during ceng beng).

but back to all souls...my family decided to visit the graves earlier, to get a heads up, it's less packed and more peaceful, (note: you don't usually try this tip during ceng beng, because the later you visit the graves the less cleaning you have to do!) and with good luck like today, the weather was great even though it was dead in the middle of the afternoon, good overcast skies....thank you grandpa.

That was the first grave we visited, my grandfather, Lionel Martin Nunis. Never knew him in person but always knew what a good man he was. (father of like 10 plus kids,who wouldnt be dad of the century!).


Put all the flowers, candles, tea-light candles in small glass jars collected after eating some jeruk or peanut butter.

You see the glass jars keep the tea light candles from blowing off, coz if you really notice, whenever you are surrounded by the dead, there is always a chilly gust of wind, it's all part of the puzzle of ectoplasm hanging around the atmospehere. Well the glass jars are my dad's idea and the ectoplasm is just what i learned from the ghostbusters.

So back to the candles and the flowers, and then comes the prayers, then my dad takes pictures from his handphone as we all pose with the graves, my bro describes it best, "we're turning into the adams' family".

Next, my uncle, Michael Fernandez, and it's also his birthday today, so we go through the same routines and wish him a good birthday. And of course we took more photos!

the next grave, the most interesting, my nephew E. Aaron Nunis.

the interesting part about his grave is, I never knew he existed till my mom so casually told us about it on the spot. And like most cemeteries, we didn't know exactly where he was located.

so now i'm searching for a nephew i never knew that died at childbirth, while my mom started to call my cousin Baba (Aaron's dad), i decided to call out to my nephew for the first time, and like family reunited i guess i felt his presence and my eyes locked on straight to his grave.

Elvis Aaron Nunis, departed 1981. Just a year older than me, we would have been in the same family gang. This is the first time i got to meet him, and already he is a cool dude, making good connections with me and having the coolest name ever, my cousin Elvis!

Seeing he is one of the perfect, purest nephew I have, without original sin, I'd like to think he is some high ranking angel up above, and I'm glad to know that I have some buddies in heaven.

Visiting the dead always remind you what you have when you're alive, so thanks Aaron for meeting and i hope you can be my guardian angel.

hating what you like

as the title suggests and vice versa.


what a wonderful world! at least intersting a bit.

another season ended

daniel, malaysia's second idol, a penangite! or a kedahen? or whatever he is.

i congratulate him because hell who could have done it this season anyway seeing that the show got bigger and better in terms of viewership.


plus i rather be happy then angry seeing that my bosses read my blog too!

so having an online diary has its limitations. i guess i'll stick to more subversive comments.


back to being happy, who doesnt like being happy? its been 23 years and counting that ive walked this earth and not even being middled aged ive been blessed with realisations of how things work in this world.

and i came to realise that it always works, whether things are bad or good, time has to keep ticking and the world will still revolves (sorry you sci-fi fans out there).

yet as humans we must defy what is certain to learn that there can be differences, varients in what people perceive as right or common.

and for me, i choose to be happy, a hedonist, to indulge in what makes me feel best and i've learnt that only through my own sadness and quite suffering behind the smiles and laughs.

happiness can radiate onto others as much as it makes others hate in order to feel happy.
as much as i see leaders and successful people being hated for their measures they are balanced with the respect, the silent respect that they have done something with their lives.

and the importance is doing something, whether you become a prime minister or lead a happy family of 7, there is always something that can make one happy, and a value system widening the differences like fame and money does, i believe is just a fad in the persuit of true happiness.

the only way i can believe in myself, is to learn from the past and keep improving.
that is my silent prayer.

it's snowing!

like a dream it was, so white and fluffy in the morning,

could it be, some freak of nature? or a miracle of some kind


nope,


its just fucking hazy

that dirty little feeling

you have tons of work to do......

you have ample time do it......

but at the same time u figure, what about a few minutes of sleep since its so hard to find these days...


and then you wake up five hours, or worse still the next day!


and all but shite is done.


that's the dirty little feeling that lingers whenever responsibilty lurks.


are we all programed to be rebels of reality or is just my bloody generation, or not to be a stereotype-freak......just me


dont really know all the answers, just now the feelings.


You know when you're thrashing someone's ass in pool, or cards or drinking games, or work assignemnts....

and all you need is that final blow to send your oponent to oblivion,

and you loosen your guard coz,,,, hell what's the worst that could happen?

then....BAM that backstabing office whore is out there bitching about your laziest moments! or you just lose that silly bet that anybody would have avoided.


that's what i'm talking about, that dirty little feeling when everything reaches the brink of time,spcae,reality,bla bla bla


and some of us are actually attuned to disaster before it happens, call it pattern recognization, call it ESP call it the freakin FORCE, but hell we still tend to choose the harder paths.....but why?


some say stupidity, others spirituality, i think our brain does some selections without our heart's notice.


but as we all know, what's the sweet without the bitter anyway? the laze without the hassle


the spotless without the downright feakin dirty feeling

a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away

a great many things have happened in the last few weeks

liverpool won the european cup, a useless american idol was born, a contender was put into place, i had my birthday....

but the biggest would've been the REVENGE of the SITH


it has been a long time since i've been totally engaged in a movie, maybe it had to do with some nostalgia crap coming along with star wars, but i'd prefer it that Lucas did a great job.


there could have been no one who would be able to have tied up every single detail in the saga like he could, why of course he did create all those complicated storylines anyway.


people complain about all the trivial things like,,,,,why weren't there enough wookie scenes, why did darth vader had to say NO at the end like he did, why didn't they get the voice of james earl jones, why is yoda still looking fake, why arent obi-wan and anakin not melting their boots off on the volcanic planet, why is amidala getting pregnant so fast, why didn't all the jedi get killed by darth vader himself, why do they always have corny one liners, why can't they talk like real people talk, why is the opening parts of the movie so messy, why is grevious such a coward, why does artoo have so many gadgets compared to his supposed future....bla bla (the blabble of the depressives)


my only respond to the million and one doubts would be, why the hell did you watch the movie in the first place? is it because of the obvious hype? the need to be kiasu enough to painstakingly get the first few tickets only to realise you can't get a multiple orgasm watching the show,


why pay to watch it in the cinema when you already despise Lucas' wealth and power, why make weird criticism only to be different than the crowd, not realising whether you even understood the show,


why don't people lighten up and realise that star wars is in fact a sci-fi fantasy show, it has always been like that, it has always been a world of one mind, Lucas' mind, if you didn't like what he did last time, why complain? it's not like anybody would bother complaining about say Rocky 5, or Rambo 3, or Star Trek insurrection, or Jaws 3, or Alien 4, or Sembilu 2005

it's because you already know, what the hell you are getting in for




....apart from the obvious fact that there will always exist people who seek sadness, pain and disappointment to jerk off on,,

i'm glad i had the time of my life watching it twice, can't wait to watch it more, the last bit of my childhood has already passed me by


i guess now i can seek some depression to jerk off on, too.........

i need to change my wipers

vrip-vrap, vrip-vrap


the sound of my wipers along my muddy windscreen


20-20 vision out the window when the heavens cry


disensitised by the dangers, igno-rised by the fatigue

"lazy bastard" makes it all complete




it gets dark, virtual blindness


we have choices, let there be kindness



should have blogged about star wars, but have to watch it tomorrow for a better picture

might as well post a half baked photo

almost done

third audition venue of Msian Idol


after penang, im coming back to KL, leaving one home for another,


learned so much this trip back, trying to bring friends and crew members to interesting places,

lotsa headache, i'm those type of ppl that am contempted with eating canned food, so penang food is more like my mama's cooking, i know there's a lot of cool shit to eat out there, but i think my nearby market suits me just fine.



and the first day of auditions, i was assigned to take scenic shots of the island, only then do i really appreciate the aestathic view penang has to offer, i usually think of it as a dirty shithole, but nothing can beat the pollution in KL, and seriously JB looks like hell on earth, a very boring hell though.

...back to penang

you've got lotsa nature on the west side, total ulu-ness, and you have a fusion of heritage buildings and feng tau clubs on the main coast. and the food....damn it,,,,it's still bloody cheap.


3 big wan tan mee and some chicken legs.....RM 9.50, beat that you other ulu states!


i feel rejuvenated seeing piracy shops opening in full bloom like some HMV where people can come together and rejoice the rebellion of overpriced goods.


i love this little island as much as i hate it's secluded-narrow mindedness,

but ever so unique it is

beyond the threshold

yup, feet hurts, i mean they really hurt,

it aint easy being big and heavy while relying on your tiny little toes to do all the walking,


but that's what the production job requires, yeah, i've been sitting on my ass for so long, i guess a bit of pain wouldn't hurt


sweat, a very interesting thing, you can sweat so much till, it doesn't feel hot anymore, until your sweat forms back into fine salt, until you sweat over your first layer of sweat.

and yes, it stinks ass, but sweat enough, and you'll be used to it.


heat, its frickin hot in kuching, and it rains like shite too, so my skin is pink already, healing from the burns after shooting scenic scenes in the hot sun.


and yeah, hadnt had time to update nuts, acutally using tmnet's computer, like all the other idol contestants, i have to wait in line,


but the weird thing is, sleep never felt better, i just hit the sack and i'm off

eheemm,,,,,,,dreaming of it right now..............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

sounds of gaffer tape

yup, everytime i hear the tape rip, the stuffing of bubble wrap, it's another season for the malaysian idol, another 6 months of gruelling labourous, mind numbing fiasco, leaving me in a sea of weirdo's to find real talent, and they only want real talent. sure i get more pay now, but i still don't have my own computer, still ransacking other people's stationary, still buying bottles of water, seeing i never want to leave my personal cup here, even though i can, but back to reality, people are running around while i try to complete this blog, looking like i'm busy writing up some scripts, or filling out forms, as long as i keep my confused yet serious face, i doubt anybody will bother me. weather is pretty cool this morning, but in the office it doesnt matter, it's always like switzerland over here, ever notice how you get splitting headaches going out in the hot sun for some bah kut teh, and coming back in the cold confines of a cubicle thinking how fat the pig really was? that's asia in a nutshell, extreme contrasts, things that make us unique, exotic plain... shit, i heard my name being called gotta go

drilling thoughts

throttle peddle jammed yesterday.

could not brake with ease.

had to switch the engines off while rolling,

kicked the peddle back out, restarted the beast.

a good way to wake up before work.




spent today's working morning not at work, spent at the mechanics, had to fix the problem.

not knowing cantonese still sucks, being i still resort to body gestures to tell my mechanic what i wanted fix.

he fixed it like i was the worst thing that happened to his life, poor guy, can't blame him, fixing other people's problems day in day out, probably wondering why people cant take care of themselves.

but hell, he looks fit, at least most of em do, that's the beauty of a labour intensive job, you're paid peanuts but the workout is free.




spent two hours fixing and servicing my car, had nothing much to do but read the papers and find out how the government would want future high rises to be earthquake proof,

what about my apartment? do i get some compensation for a crappily built piece of shit,

where murky water creeps out of my parquet when the penthouse resident decides to fill his jaccuzi every now and then?

or i'd just rather be happy if assholes above me stop throwing thrash from above, stinking the whole joint.

but i guess i do the same thing to my mechanics, sure i'm paying them, but it doesn't mean they have to give me service with a smile, even though competition is tough.


that's what i like about this country, it's honest, and most people know it.

phew finally

the first of firsts, i mean second,

i mean i hardly wanted to fall into the land of blogging, but i desperately wanted to comment on someone elses blog, but the freakin site could only allow bloggers to comment, imagine that?

what's the big deal anyway? i mean anyone like me could just simply sign up and do the same thing,

someone like me who fell for the ingenious trap that allowed me to be suckered to lay my thoughts on the web for all to see,.....damn it all.

what's worse, this is actually my second blog! in the space of 5 mins.

it was all about starting the first blog, had to try to come up with a stupid address name, but so many stupid lines had already been taken, so i simply typed in anglodurianciku.blogspot.com,

and i guess in the middle of setting my first blog up, my IE decided to crash,

so now my first blog still appears in my account but there is no way of getting to it,

thus the creation of my second.

and i swear no longer to be suckered into it anymore, so please do not respond to anything on this blog, or i would be obliged as a curious cat to keep this blog alive.

dumb-ass signing out.