Tsk tsk tsk

Mesa ex-gal is pregnant

http://ayyyy.com/2007/09/20/even-penguins-find-jessica-alba-really-hot/

Demonstration overdose?

First BERSIH now HINDRAF.

What sort of times are we heading into? While I'm not in the position to judge, the former, IMHO, did show some sense and behaved sensibly during the demo. The purpose of the latter however, leaves me incredulous. Don't get me wrong. I do pity the plight of the group of people especially in the case which their temples were demolished. And I do believe the former colonizer of the nation did play a part in the past. But the asking of USD1M/head does give out a negative vibe on the entire movement. An apology plus an education fund could perhaps project a better image.

But, on a lighter note, such incidences do provide some unique 'entertainment' to our mundane lives now that the usual sources (the likes of Heroes and Prison Break) are slowly grinding to a halt due to the writers' strike. Having said that, I still prefer watching mutants in action rather than some bad English lessons.

Pic from: www.teoriaglacial.com

Ahdo home coming

Back in Penang after a maddening series of chicanes that caused bumper2bumper crawl at 20km/h on the NS highway.

Anyhow, it's definitely good to be home again. However, the weather hasn't been so kind. The relentless heat is making my body wet, very wet*. Still, i'm getting used to and enjoying every minute of the freedom of doing anything/nothing.

Nothing beats a fresh brew of coffee in the morning with a copy of newspaper under a veranda. Laze around after breakfast. Watch some TVs. Pick up a book. Whip up some seafood pasta for lunch. A glass of lime juice. More TV. Laze around. Chit chat. Dinner. Supper. Ah....... Life is good, almost surreal.

(Update: Life could be better, if Utd hadn't lost last night and/or if our Malaysian world no.2 had managed to win the China leg of the Badminton Super Series together with his gal that won the women's title.)

Just finished Obi Wan's round the world adventure. At this rate, I'm gonna run out of things to do for past-time.

A (very) shortlist of others joining the home coming wagon:
Ken 'NeedAHotSis' C. would be back in two weeks time - "Hang in there dude!"
Kenny 'CrappyRocker' N. is almost back - "Need to have a piece/glimpse/taste of you before you head to the dunes again"

Reservoir of memory is almost full with recent happenings. Need to unload soon.



Disclaimer:
*Wet areas = 5cm to the right nipple, 5 cm to the left nipple, 30 cm above belly button and 35 cm above buttcrack. That's all.

Lightsabre for BMW

Emo mode shutting down....
Initializing default/kiasu mode....

Back to old self.

Has been feeling the aftermath of the physicoemo-taxing exam lately. Wasn't helped by the sudden onset of fever which has just only been doused by the trusty combination of paracetamol + herbal tea. Still, the emo index is plummeting like the credibility of the 'gowamen'#.

Mr Obi Wan (right) posing with his kickass BMW bike and pal

Went to the Penguin Books Warehouse Sale with my still leaky nose. Rummaged thru countless boxes of dusty books and found the above two. 15 bucks for Obi Wan's adventure and 22 for Neil "StarDust" Gaiman's Anansi Boys (thick cover). Penguin has just made my day week ! LOL!....*cough*.....*choke*....

Need to rest more. Ciao for now.



Disclaimer:
#No. no. The writer does not want to risk the rest of his life eating only rice with curry gravy.

Ahdo post exam emoing

Time flies, especially when you are not doing anything that involves a book, a highlighter, [Insert of your choice: coffee, tea or energy drink] and brain juice - Endre (2007)

A week has passed since the day I incinerated all my lecture notes. Oddly, the elation did not last more than just a couple of days. Before the end of it, instead of staying focus, my mind has often been drifting into the realm of imagination. Imagining the euphoria, the relief and the to-do's after THE day. Now that I'm over it, the sense of direction and purpose seem to have vanished.

During the torturous time, even the tiny little things that can put your mind away from the real business can suddenly be so wonderful to do and to behold. In my case, whenever I was bored of stuffing words into my head, I'd start playing Worms on my hp. I'd stare at the cloudy sky and marveled at the cloud formation. I'd read the newspapers (even the business section) in earnest. Not anymore.


Yeh, I've been to newly-opened places like the Pavilion and the Gardens. A lot of wah's and wow's but the sense of emptiness is so profound. I dunno. Maybe I'm getting bored of this city. Perhaps this city is very good at fulfilling your desire but not your need. Maybe there are others that are feeling the same. Maybe that is why the city is always empty during festivals. Just maybe.

Sigh, I need to rest, pack and leave.

Taking a leaf out of the aussie boy's book.

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight

I’m coming back home

Michael Buble - Home

Ahdo musical!

Yup! Chicago the musical @ KL Convention Centre (on Day #1 after exam, hahaha....)

Didn't watch the ZitaGereBridgetJones rendition of the movie, so the skinny alien and I arrived at the hall without any inkling of the plot/stroyline and what to expect (well, i did do a 15sec skim-scan on Wikipedia with the search word 'Chicago Musical' and managed to catch a glimpse of words like murder and lawyer before rushing out for the show, but that's all).

Random ceiling shot

So, after walking briskly past a big bunch of coat+perfume+silk gown+perfume laden (no mink, luckily) rich gaijin and local men, women, lady, boys and girls, we found ourselves slumping in the comfy seats. To our delight, our seats have plenty of legroom (even to the standard of a long-limbed alien, i would safely say) as we were seated by the aisle that bordered the lower and the upper levels of the hall.

Another plus point, besides the extra space to do your stretching was that you have a 'slide-show' of people walking past right in front of you. After the faithful following of the 1st season of Project Runway (M'sian punya), we ....., let's just say that we managed to brush-up some useful adjectives for describing permed-up baboons, the sisters of Michelle Pfeiffer in Stardust (but that another story for another post) and so forth.

Pardon the digress.

The stage: Blue columns as prison cells with the band playing above them.

Back to the performance.

Initially, I was dreading the kind of Broadway show as performed by the to-be wife of the GM man that shoots glue from his wrists in 'Eight-Legged Man 3'. But less than 1 minute into the show, my fear of snoring halfway thru was allayed. I was simply blew away by the performance.

I'm not gonna plagiarize about the plot, so for those that think that it's a musical with Michael Jordan as the main actor, please wiki here.

To make a long story short, I was in awe of the singing and acting talent of the casts. The captivating voices, memorable characters, the dazzling array of movements, the props and costumes - everything just seems to click perfectly well together throughout the 2-hour show. Well, that is the view of a first- timer kampung boy anyway. And the kampung boy particularly likes the characters of the cheated husband, the lawyer and the mama.

A gather-round of all the performers after the show

I have to say that it was an eye-opening special experience for me and a very effective unwinding therapy after an almost non-stop, maddening academic year. Highly recommended especially for those would have stacks of cash to spare.

Of course, how could i leave out Shin, who got the tickets for us FOC (as my slightly belated but nonetheless treasured birthday present). My gratitude, as they say - is beyond words.

So that wraps up my first stage musical experience. Next stop, hopefully is the MPO.

The Return of Ahdoe

Done and dusted, about time too.

A week in the exam hall was like 49 days in a pressure cooker stuffed with week-old laundry marinated in dog pee and baby puke. Putrefying to the max!

Cant bear to recount the days yet, at least not now.

Now, I'm off to Chicago. The Musical. Not the place where bulls play basketball in reds.

Sky is gray. Wish me luck.



Signing off,
An unchained 'mehhhh!!!' horse.


Disclaimer:
No. no. The author has never try pressure-cooking clothings in puke and urine.

Ahdo exam coming soon

Finally, the last assignment before the exam has been 'taken care' of.

Finally, I've ditched the 2 lovers that have been holding me back from scholarships and Nobel.

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Lover #1

Lover #2

Transmission shall be continued on the 9th of Nov. Cheers to all fellow strugglers!

Till the next time.

Ahdo rain and flood

It was a rainy Raya.

Family was in town (at Pavilion, to be precise) so I decided to meet them over there, bringing a shop'oholic martian along.

Took off at 5pm in a joyous festive mood, even the sight of very unfriendly cloud-formation did not dampen our spirit.

We should have known...

Faster than you can spell 'cumulonimbus', rain drops were already splattering loudly on the windscreen as if they were trying to force their way through. In no time, the highway was already covered in inches-deep of water. Speeding-by cars were creating magnificent yet deadly splashes of water no thanks to the unevenness of the tarmac. At one point, I had zero visibility (no bullshit) as the splash created by a car at the right lane landed on my windscreen.

Seeing the jam ahead (we were on MidRingRoad2), presumably due to some flooded section(s) of the highway, I took an exit and tried to wriggle out of the mess through a detour. Rain was still pouring. A quick glance to the side saw the martian was turning her knuckles white. After some lame jokes, her fear was slightly allayed. But even I was not prepared for what was ahead.

It was at a T-junction. A bus and a Myvi were stationary as we were approaching. I thought they were giving way to the traffic from the right. But as soon as I saw the reverse signal of the bus, I knew something was terribly wrong ahead.

As the bus was making a U-turn, I realized that the road, from just a few metres away to the end of sight was severely flooded. The martian suddenly shrieked and pointed feebly to the front - a Waja was half-submerged in water. Apparently, the lady driver had attempted to drive through the water but unfortunately ran out of luck at the last few yards. We then saw the driver and the passengers (all ladies) abandoned the car and waded across the waist-deep water.

If a bus is chicken-ing out, what chance do I have? With my jaw still dropping, I quickly made a U-turn. The road back was almost unrecognizable with the rising water level. Then, I noticed an ironic sight as I was stopping at the traffic lights. An underground water supply pipeline had burst and water came gushing out like bubbling porridge.

Redefining 'adding fuel to fire'...

The wippers were still on max speed.

By this time, we have came to the conclusion that the odds of us making to Pavilion unscathed is almost nil. After some cautious driving, we finally reached the interchange into the highway. Just when you thought you can drive back home and put the nightmarish episode away, the stretch of road going into the highway was flooded wheel-deep.

Desperate to get back home asap, I floored the gas pedal. On hindsight, it was a fool's bravery act as I could have easily gotten ourselves stranded. After some nervous seconds, my trusty Fernari managed 'sail' through the water. To give you an idea how bad the situation was, a Toyota from the opposite direction was stalled in the middle of the flooded stretch.

What followed was a 20 minutes 'Honey,-you-sure-we've-not-entered- a-parking-lot?' sort of jam. Fellow motorists were getting out of their car to check out the situation ahead. Armed with a camphone, I followed suit as the rain has slowed down to a drizzle.

No. no. This is not an al fresco cinema.

About 100 metres ahead from my car (and the martian), the connecting road to the main lanes was in crotch-deep about 1.5 feet of muddy water. Fortunately, the water subsided considerably after a few minutes and all of us managed to get through it. While I was walking back to my car, I noticed that my car registration plate had gone missing. Dammit! Must have snapped under water during my car's virgin 'sail/voyage'.

Got home dumbstruck and phoned dad.

Wasted RM6 on toll. Hopefully can get a new plate on Monday. Until then, I'll have to drive like a fugitive on the run.

Should'nt our Discovery Channel-featuring and RM2-toll SMART tunnel be functioning by now?

Ahdo back-tracking

First thing first,

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri @ Happy Eid ul-Fitr to all peace-loving Muslim friends!

Have been too busy to take note of any blog-worthy things lately.
(Well... not unless you count some pics of someone sleeping on the carpeted floor in the middle of a library OR somebody practicing Yoga-like movement with bare feet in front of a library computer as blogworthy stuff).

Shall do a summarized back-tracking since returning from PG.

1. Sighting of 'Bonecrusher' on highway R&R area!
For the slightly uninitiated, Bonecrusher was the Decepticon beheaded by Optimus Prime in 'Transformers'.
For cavemen, it's a robo........ah.........never mind.


2. A surprise visit by a friendly neighbourhood mantis on my desk.


3. R.A.P.E. = R - Report A - Assignment P - Presentation E - Essay


Transmission shall be continued soon.
Off to Pavilion@KL for the 1st time!



Disclaimer:
No. no. The praying mantis was not made a pet. It was released after being fed with a drop of water and a Drosophila melanogaster (courtesy of the martian).

No.no. The martian's favourite snack is not fruit fly.

Ahdo reminiscence of the Island of Betel Nut...

Back from PG only for a week but seems like it has been so long ago...

As the frequency of update might indicate, life's been hard with the never ending flow of reports and assignments. Slightly rejuvenated by the trip back home, but the deadly concoction of workload, traffic jam, boredband internet and smoggy air is really taking its toll (much more expensive than the one I paid for zipping up and down the NS highway).

My mind has been revisiting the Penang Botanical Garden for numerous times lately...

How i miss PG...

Peaceful

Tranquility


Serene

Shall report back once things start to clear up a little.

Wish me luck. Need loads of it right now.

Disclaimer:
Yes. yes. The writer is whining. Give him a whack on the head, pinch/spank the butt but don't sue him for that.

Ahdo BBQ ribs

1 lazy Saturday noon

4 hungry stomachs
4 sloths on sofas
1 guy barbecuing pork ribs on Discovery Travel&Adventure
4 sloths drooling
4 sloths picked themselves up and sloth to Ribs for ribs.

Alright, enough of slough-ing.

Ribs BBQ restaurant.
Located at Burma Rd, opposite of BMW showroom and next to PG plaza.

Have passed by the place countless of times, but the thought of patronizing never came up cause I thought that it is just another setup ala Tony Roma's Msia - ribs restaurant without pork ribs.

But after checking the restaurant on the Net (fueled by a sudden, intense craving to tear into pork ribs), it DOES serve pork ribs. Shame on you, Tony dude!

Unpretentious interior decor

It was a nice cosy and comfy place with around 10+ tables and a small corner for wine-cellar. Though it lacked the deliberate decor usually found in other similar restaurants, the place does have some nice little touches like the use of drapes and the chessboard flooring to create a simple yet elegant ambiance.

We opted for the set lunch and ordered sets of Salsa Seafood Spaghetti, BBQ Ribs and Prawn, Fish & Chips and a ala carte serving of Baby Back Rib. FYI, the sets comes with a soup of the day, choice of tea, coffee or ice lemon tea and a dessert (a scoop of ice-cream).

Soup of the day - Tomato soup
Way better than the Campell's but a tad too salty to me. Comes with a soft bun too.

Salsa Seafood Spaghetti
Al-dente to perfection with rich chunky salsa sauce, this pasta dish could have easily been the 'order of the day' if not for the following dish. The sweet and sourness of the tomato salsa will leave you wanting for more after chomping down the entire plate.

Enter the sexy back
Baby back ribs - Dorsal view
Interestingly, the waitress came back to our table awhile after taking our orders. She apologetically informed us that the ribs were running short and asked if we would like to switch to other selection on the menu or go ahead with a smaller piece of ribs. Then, she added that the price for that order would be reduced accordingly to the size of the ribs. On any other occasion, we might have opted for a change, but then after drooling in front of the TV, how could we just let it (the ribs) off the hook so easily?

While waiting for ours ribs to arrive, we managed to get a glimpse at other patrons' full-sized ribs which were really HUGE. If you think the one above is big already, then the original size would be gargantuan.

Baby back rib (with side dishes of baked bean and coleslaw at background) - Lateral view
It was one of the best ribs I ever laid my teeth and tongue upon. Marinated right through the bone and nicely grilled, it was a magnificent piece of ribs with the tender, juicy meat hugging the bones with just the correct "tightness", making the tearing-off of the meat a purely sensational delight.

BBQ ribs and prawn
This was actually the mini version of the baby back with an added buttered prawn. A good option for those with a small appetite or those that are "high-calorie intolerant" a.k.a. dieters.

Fish & Chips

Two thick fillets of fish. Nice but nothing extraordinary. Though personally I would prefer a more generous amount of chips.

Total for everything was slightly below RM90. The rib was a steal at a mere 18 bucks instead of the usual RM29.80. Ribs BBQ restaurant is definitely high on my recommended list though a word of advice/reminder is that one should not go on an empty stomach as the BBQ-ing takes time.

Disclaimer:
No. no. The writer was not paid nor given any free ribs.

Ahdo bleeding while eating

Fishes are dangerous.

Even after they've been beheaded and deep-fried.

Because they have teeth.

Very nasty ones.


No. no. Not this.

(from Jawsmovie.com)



It's this I'm talking about.

Ordered a deep-fried salmon "sake" fish head.

Had a violent french-kiss with the salmon.

Ended up with a cut at the lower lip and a mini-gush of blood.

Stupid me.

Disclaimer:
No. no. The writer is not a avid supporter of P.D.A. He only wanted to get the bits and pieces of the fish.

Ahdo driving back home + seafood

Shots taken on the road

I am back in the Island of Betel Nuts for a week after a 3.5hrs 'OMG-my-Fernari-can-reach-up-to-1xx km/h?!' drive. Just in time for dad's birthday dinner.

What could be better than a week-long break after some frantic rush to complete the never-ending assignments? A week-long break that starts with a fantastic feast of fantastic seafood that is!

1. Fried rice vermicelli/beehoon 2. Steamed cockle (fondly known as 'lala') with lime juice, rice wine and ginger 3. Stir-fried vege 4. Oyster omelette (FKA 'O chen') 5. Steamed Garoupa ala TeoChiew 6. Sweet and Spicy flower crab.

Far from civilisation and in a village which the name translates "FriendStone", the place is not even what you would call a restaurant. It's more like a humble open air shack with some neons, fluorescent tubes, a TV set hanging from the ceiling, a dog napping on its paws nearby. But the food is simply worth dying-resuscitated-then-dying-again for, seriously.

Beehoon was nicely done with just the appropriate moisture and saltiness to kick start one's appetite. Then, it was the cockles in lime and rice wine that was fresh, succulent and subtly tangy with a hint of chinese rice wine - best 'lala' dish so far in my life. Vege, while nothing much to shout for, has an interesting extra ingredient in fried 'foo chok' (bean curd sticks) that adds some crunchiness texture to the dish.

Oyster omelette or 'o chen' was incredibly addictive. Instead of the usual glue-ish and starchy version which you can find in most part of PG, it was done in a fritters/omelette sort of way, making it uniquely crispy on the outside and fluffy inside. The fifth dish - steamed garoupa was very flavourful thanks to the salted vege and sour plum combo yet the sweetness and freshness of the fish was not overwhelmed. Then came the blockbuster - sweet and spicy flower crab . Sweet, spicy and truly finger-sucking-good. Enough said. Dinner ended with a mooncake courtesy of the neighbourhood-friendly martian, yummy...

Bill came at just over RM100 for 6 persons (dad, mum, sis, grandpa, grandma, me and a martian) . How can you beat that?

Dead tired now. Need to recharge. But 1st, need to find something to eat....the posted photos have backfired. Damn!


Disclaimer:
No. no. The writer did not stop on the N-S highway to obtain the shots at the beginning of the post. The writer was merely driving with one hand and holding the camphone with another.

No. no. Thou shall not attempt the above at home, in the car or on the road.

Ahdo random photo post #2.1

*Drums rolling in the background*

As promised, the answers to the random photo post #2
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Item #1

Cocktail frankfurters !!!



Item #2Japanese plums in wine !!!

Ahdo random photo post #2

Try guessing the following items...

Item#1

Clue: Rod-shaped, meaty, soft, smooth, may crack when heated


Item#2

Clue: Ball-like, in pair, shallow cleavage

Answers shall be out in 3days.


Prizes*
2 out of 2 correct: IPOD
1 out of 2 correct: PEA POD

0 out of 2 correct?
YOUGIVEMEANIPOD

Terms and conditions applied

*All prizes will be automatically donated to the writer of AHDOE

Disclaimer:
No. no. No males were harmed to obtain the above objects.

Ahdo sushi!

Thanz to SYeen who is the honourable member of the "Red-Hatted Fish" clan, we (me, a martian, an anony, a monkey, madam violet and SYeen herself, of course) had the opportunity to truly fulfill our sushi craze/craving without burning a gaping hole in our wallets.

What's better than a discounted sushi meal after a rather demoralising mini-exam? (P'haps a free sushi meal, hehe)

Figure 1. RM2 for anything on the kaiten belt! (well, almost....)

When we arrived, the waiting list was already an A4 paper-long. In the end, we had to wait for around 30 mins to get a table. Unfortunately, our table (and those of many other fellow patrons) was not right in front of the moving belt. So, we went hovering around the belt for sushi-hunting (Reminds me of the kiddie game, where one holds the satay-stick-sized rod to fish out plastic fishes from a rotating basin).

I've got to tell you, the sushi hunt was not a pretty sight. Imagine sitting in front of the kaiten, enjoying your favourite piece of sushi. Then all of a sudden, uncountable pairs of hands appear behind you ala thousand-hand GuanYin, stretch past you and almost touching your ears (whoosh! whoosh!) and grab the hotate/ebi/unagi sushi's the chef had just placed on the belt. In retrospect, it was a blessing in disguise we didnt get a supposedly 'nice' spot in front of the kaiten.

Figure 2. Beware! Very hungry sushi hunters ahead!

When we finally gotten all our favourites (plz give a round of applause for Ms Mary Yap Eric and Derek-OMGiHAVochaINmyNOSE-Q for being the most diligent of sushi hunters), we were eating like there's no tomorrow. While we were eating, a waitress even came by to collect some of the empty plates which were increasing at an alarming rate to the extent of almost toppling down the floor.

Figure 3. 1/3 of the total head plate count

After stuffing sushi up to the level of esophagus, we stacked up the plates according to the colours to ease the counting for the waitress. Then, the waitress as-a-matter-of-factly picked up some of the plates and stacked them up separately [See lower left corner of Figure 3]. When asked, she said "these ones counted differently". She then pointed to the end of the table, where a visibly hastily pasted little notice displaying "Red-Stripped Plate - RM5; Purple-Stripped Plate - RM6". Luckily, we only had 3 of each. Phew! All in, the bill came at just over RM140, which was really cheap considering that there were half a dozen of us.

Looking back, it was a miracle that my Fernari managed to haul 6 grown-ups without causing any injuries (to both human and car) to the sushi place in THE Egyptian tomb. It was an even greater miracle that my Fernari managed to haul 6 grown-ups stuffed with 56 plates of sushi and a few litres of green-tea safely back home.



Disclaimer:
No. no. The writer and co did not scratch any faces or cause any sushi to free-fall during the performance of Thousand-Hand GuanYin.

Ahdo emo-ing...

Went to Ikea yesterday. Wanted to have this.....

But was told that no more meatballs.

They are now serving this instead...

*sob*


My meatball lies over the ocean
My meatball lies over the sea
My meatball lies over the ocean
O' bring back my meatball to me

Bring back, bring back
O' bring back my meatball to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Plz' bring back my meatball to me

Ahdo strange sightings

FreakHuntersDaily, 7 SEP 2007: Following the sighting of a mutated H. sapien (with un-indentified rod-like thingy sticking out between the thighs) that has the uncanny resemblance to the recent Hungry chart-topping culprit of AHDOE, more sightings of strange human activities have been reported at the same area.

The area which is now cordoned-off by the Wacky Tactical Force (WTF) has been the subject of intense speculation by the public following the consecutive occurrences of strange happenings. An official from WTF who declined to be named stated that: "We have received reliable reports that these strange activities seemed to happen only during Friday mornings".

According to some eye-witnesses, the strange human-like organisms were waving sticks with oblong-end with a white feathery sphere circling their heads. While the purpose is still unknown, one of the witnesses suspects that this could the extra-terrestrial way praying for rain. The witness who only wants to be identified as Endre commented: "What else could it be? I mean, well, one of them was doing aerobic/ritual dancing-like movement while another looked like he was asking for something from the sky".

At press time, no further details on the development of investigation were received from the WTF. FreakHuntersDaily recommends that the public should report to the WTF hotline (1800-WTF-8080) should there be similar incidences.



Disclaimer:
No. no. Though alike, the organism featured on the SedatedMonkeyDaily is not the writer of this blog. Seriously, the writer is more (pick one of the following) good-looking/handsome/entau than it.

Ahdo food!

DroolerMag, 8 SEPT 2007: The latest drooler in town, named Endre aka AHDOE has released his debut album that comprises of megahits like:

1. Funky "Chop da chicken",
2. Spicy and loud "Flaming chicks ",
3. Mellow "Where's my beer chop?"
4. Jazzy "Thinking about choc cake"
5. Stomach-friendly "New York Doughnut"
6. Hip-hop "Thy lok at mee"
7. Romantic "Baby can I eat this all night"
8. Blue "The bone, the flesh and the tea"
9. Soulful "Berry berry night"

AlwaysHungryDaily: "Makes one rush out for food, even in the mid of night. Fantastic!"

TheStarvingTimes: "Simply lip-smackling good"

WaiSek Yat Po: "Mou Tak Deng"

Press de Cuisine: "Ze izz zike... Mamamia!"

GrowlingGut: "As good as a fat hot dog with a can of beer on a football night"

FoodieObserver: "Bad news for diet-ers"

Disclaimer:

No. no. The writer is not responsible for causing Uncontrollable Drooling Syndrome, saliva-flooded keyboards or 'saman' for speeding to nearest food outlet.

Ahdo random photo post #1

Another 'MOST' for Malaysia...Tallest pencil in the world!!!

Ahdo advice for gaming on laptop

Desole! Forlat! Gomen Nasai!#

Been out of the blogosphere since Merdeka - for an unfortunate reason. My pet Rottweiler tore my laptop into pieces, urinated on it and left it in the drain.

No, seriously my laptop's mother-of-all-board went nuts........cost me a bomb to fix it and i just got it back yesterday.

Recall:
1. Heart stopped beating for 5sec when the screen went beserking like some painting by da Vinci

2. Head went spinning when was told the cost to replace it (Wata....RMxxx?!?!?!?!?)

3. Heart stopped beating for 5sec for the 2nd time when the laptop auto shut-down after getting it back for the 1st time (supposedly fixed already)

4. Heart stopped beating for 5sec yet again when the laptop auto shut-down after getting it back for the 2nd time (supposedly fixed already, take 2)


So,
the advice is, dont buy this or that brand of laptop?

No. no.
The advice is dun play latest generation of RTS game(s) with 7 AI players with graphic settings set at ultra-high quality for 4 hours in a row when ur laptop is more than 2 year old. Buy a desktop configured for hardcore gaming or make daily pilgrimage/donation to cybercafe or just quit it for other past-time like reading books, gardening, yoga, etc...

Truly broken now......especially after the 3-figure i-wont-go-back-again* dining experience, *sob*.


Signing off now, have to hide myself in a dark corner (...overwhelmed by guilt and self-disgust).



Disclaimer:
1. *No. no. Never say never. I wont mind if some good samaritans would fork out another RM(ouch!!!, heart pain) for me to have some coconuts and sashimi.

2. No. no. The writer does not own a Rottweiler.

3. #No. no. The writer is not post-trauma gibbering. FYI, they are Sorry's in 3 different languages. The 1st brought us Ratatouille, 2nd brought us Ikea while the third brought us sushi and anime.

4. Merci Shin for your laptop!!! Smuak!!! (Ikea ice-cream on me?)

Ahdo merdeka celebration!!!

Merry Merdeka! Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan! GuoQingJie KuaiLe!

As promised,

Top to bottom: 1.The last draw of breath before the plunge; 2.Weee!!!!; 3."Merdeka!!HAPPY MERDEKA!!!MERDEKA!!!"(from a VERY enthusiastic fellow countryman a unit above); 4.Bom!!!ChiBaBom!!!; 5. Bom!!!PlakPlakBom!!!; 6. Bom ala VforVendetta finale (albeit shorter one); 7. Habis, HaiKomSeen.

It was much shorter than usual (the fireworks lah). But the significance of the Day should not be measured by the length of the act of igniting gunpowder nor should it be measured by the number of flags raised. Because without the people, a symbol is meaningless. Because without understanding the meaning of the Day, the flare and glare of a firework display is no more than the flame that comes out from a cigarette lighter.

Perhaps on this 31st of August, the 50th anniversary of the birth of the nation, we should take some time to ponder - how would we be without Malaysia? Then, perhaps the sense of euphoria for today, would come from the love and appreciation for this country and not anything else.


For the love of the country,
Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan ke-50.

Ahdo reasons for not updating this blog...

*This is not a regular transmission of AHDOE.......*

Haven't been updating much for almost a week due to various reasons. Regular transmission should've been resumed today but....

Allow me to explain:

Reason #1: Lab report

Reason #2: Assignment

Reason #3: boom!boom!boom!boom!booom!booom!boooom!boooom!booooom! booooom (with *boom* techno *boom* somemore!!!!!)

Have to admit that the first two were kinda due to slackworm-infection seasoned with a sprinkle of pungent procrastination...(sorry, after-effect of Ratatouille)

BUT the last one is ....... arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh@)(#@&$*%@!

Truth is, tomorrow is the 50th Merdeka.
And tonight, the eve of THE day, some crazy @sses are partying in the Lagoon as if they havent been partying for 50 years.

I tell you,
the eyepopping-eargrinding-brainmushing-ballscrewing-(p'haps i should not go further than this)-noice is creating vibration enough to create mini-earthquake to shake my keyboard even as I am typing right now. And did i mention the "godzilla ripple effect" on my bottle of water on my desk?

Alright. Should stop before this irregular transmission become some bad-word ranting session. Next(proper) post should contain some photos on the impending fireworks at the turn of the night (provided my camphone does not fall out my hand and drop 20-odd feet from the explosion).

[Edit] The time is 2:04am, the Merdeka countdown has since apparently and conveniently been transformed into a mega clubbing event. Have pity on my already-throbbing ears *sob*. Where's the car-park-flooding rain when I need one? Dammit, I wanna SLEEP!!!

Disclaimer:
No. no. The writer does love his country. Happy Merdeka!

Ahdo pragmatic patriotism?

Witnessed this when I was out eating in mamak just now.......

I know the video is kinda blur, so let me explain a bit.

While I was enjoying my beehoon-goreng-kurang-pedas over a football match (Sunderland vs Liv), me and my fellow patrons were distracted by wails of siren from bike-riding policemen.

What followed was a parade that consisted of:
1. a team of rumbling heavy bikers with the national flag(s) attached to the choppers
2. vans with national flags sticking out like porcupines
3. trucks with national flags sticking out like porcupines
4. cars with national flags sticking out like porcupines (slightly exaggerated but.....you'd get the point)

One of the cars that passed by looked familiar but i couldnt recalled where i've seen it at the spot due to the influences of hungry stomach+football+puffs of cigarette smoke from neighbouring tables.

Then, after leaving the pseudo-heaven created by the increasingly thicker puffs of smoke from Gandalf-wannabe's, i realised that i've seen it here.

..........

I dunno.

Seems like we have a new way of pre-celebrating Merdeka in town - vehicles parading at night.

But why can't we just do it in a more environmental friendly way (walking parade ala Mardi Gras lah!!!) and leave the police personnel to do their much-needed patrolling?

Tiu.


Disclaimer:
The porcupined car could be different from what the writer saw due to the *cough cough* fogging *cough* effect of *cough cough* cigarettes *cough*

Ahdo mooncakes.....

I don't know who was the first guy who came up with the idea of baking salty egg yolk with sweet lotus paste or the dude who was the first to mix prawn paste with fresh fruits BUT bless them, bless them hard.

Just in case you're still wondering - these seemingly awful combinations (well, in words at least) have resulted in the heavenly delicacies of mooncakes and rojaks.

In conjunction with the upcoming Mooncake/Mid-Autumn Festival (ya I know its pretty long to go yet, but I seem to be infected by a SLIGHT hint of constant-hungriness by the ongoing HungryYOUKNOWWHO festival), I shall concentrate on the salty yolk-lotus paste combo.

After eating over 20 rounds of mooncakes (Note: one round per year), I thought I have tasted every types of mooncakes any wicked minds can come up with. At the back of my head, I had came to the conclusion that only a mooncake that is essentially a lotus paste wrapped in egg-yolk would truly satisfy my appetite.

Then came a fateful day last week when I tried the Starbucks mooncakes, courtesy of SYeen (Oops, sorry eric). Before this, I did know that Starbucks have their own mooncakes (in Msia at least) but I had always dismissed it (aiya, guailo know how to make mooncakes 1meh? No good one lah....).

How wrong was I...
- It was bloody good (Note: Still dont think guailo know how to make mooncakes, must be some local sifu's).

Achtung!!! Hazards ahead might result in saliva-drenched keyboard!!!

For less than 40bucks, you have a nice box plus 4 mooncakes4 mooncakes plus a nice box

Clockwise from top-left: Quarter-Gone Hazelnut Latte, Half-Eaten Tiramitsu, Berry Cheese and GreenTea

Three simple reasons why I like these guailou mooncakes:
1. New and interesting flavours (greentea isnt new but still good)
2. After a few pieces, you wont go 'WHERE's-MY-FREAKING-CUP-OF-TEA' due to the moderate sweetness

3. Good for writing reports, assignments or gaming in the midnight (infused with coffee mah....except for berrycheese & Greentea though)

True to the 1st post, the mooncakes taken in the shots were incomplete. Sori, but the rich coffee aroma that exploded in my nostril upon undressing the mooncakes stimulated my basic instinct to *ahem* them first before taking the all important shots above (showing how vulnerable they were for subsequent *ahem's*, ROAR!!!)

Surprisingly, the cheese "yolk" proved to be quite a cheecky subsitute to the original sinful salty egg yolk. The coffee aroma shouldnt let any starbuck regulars down and the Greentea though wasnt anything new was still a delight due to its [edit]heavely-paired partner of red bean paste redbean-tasting choc. Last but certainly not least was the 'refreshing' berrycheese that contained real berries in it!

Allright, I shall leave the photos to drool yourselves to dehydration :P.


Disclaimer:
1. No. no. The writer was not paid by Starbucks or anyone to post the above, though the writer do confess that he wont mind receiving more of those mooncakes.
2. No. no. No mooncakes were made to suffer unnecessarily long before being *ahem-ed*.

Fore*ahem*play

~~MGM playing in the background~~
!!!TOK chiang TOK chiang!!!

Welcome
FunyenFunyen

Welcome to the first transmission of AHDOE
Funyen taica sowtie dieyatchab ge MatDouLou

Let me 1st introduce the conception of AHDOE
Southseen, pay ngo kaisiu MDL ge yunloi

ADHOE was initially intended as a food blog
Kaysat, MDL punloi hai zenhai guanyu sekmat


but since when i have food in front of me
Cidanhai dong yao sekmat hai ngo minqin

the brain that resides in my head
Ngo tow yup pin ge nou

would bypass "think" to "eat first!!!"
Jiao wui lam dou ngm lam jiao "sek sin!!!"

So, when the head is clear
Soryi, dong ge nou ceng seng ge xi how

the food has already been grossly mutilated
Ge sekmat yikeng lat tow lat kuat zo la


Hence,
SoryiWa,

I've decided to un-restrict myself
Ngo kuet teng kaifong jikei

- to serve a healthy dose of everything!
- MatDouLou!




*BLUE SCREEN*
*ZouMehShiLamLamGe?*


Disclaimer:
No. no. Subsequent postings won't always be in dual-language form.
No. no. The writer isn't suffering from sqizo...schizo...split personality.