This is fucked up

Thanks for voicing out, Raja Petra Kamarudin

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raja_Petra_Kamarudin

Deprivation

I tell you

I TELL YOU

I TELL YOU ARR

-

-

-

This

-

-

This

-

-

-

This

-

-

-

And this

Are staring back at me

-

-

LIKE THIS

-

-

WAH I MISS HOME!!

Humour vs Sarcasm

It's a fine line between them.

-

-

Everyone knows what humour is. But not everyone is blessed w sufficient amount of brain cells to understand sarcasm.

Like right now, I'm trying to be humorous. Because being sarcastic would mean the total opposite. (that everyone is smart enough to understand sarcasm)

-

-

For instance,

If you spend the whole of two hours in my bath room, and when you are finally done, I say,

'Did you help me clean the toilet?'

Now, that is sarcasm, because I'm speaking of something contrary to what I mean.

And if she replied

'Yeap, that would be 50 bucks please.'

This is half humour and half sarcasm, because this bitch might actually mean it.

Now I'm being sarcastic again.

-

-

How-the fuck-ever,

If you dropped my guitar, causing my heart to stop beating for awhile as I witnessed the whole process in matrix slow motion,

You said sorry.

I said sorry no cure.

-

-

-

-

Don't laugh

because I really WASN'T trying to be FUNNY nor SARCASTIC with you

I was only being SERIOUS, that saying sorry is not going to help un-fucking the things you fucked up for me

You bloody half-wit.

Random

There are 6 billion people in the world

6 billion souls

Some set out in pursuit of an answer

Some hid away

Some stay and fight

Some escape

Some tell the truth

Some lie to make it through the day

And sometimes,

All you really need is one

sohai

Chicken leg w/o skin is more expensive than w the skin.

It must be really hard peeling off the skin on their own

Tonight, I'mma fight 'Til we see the sunlight

Henry J. Beans.

I toiled away for 5 months but needless to say, it was a pleasure.

I mean, A LOT OF PLEASURE.

Working in a bar is like no other jobs.

It served me better than any of which I've acquired as the music helped me stay frisky throughout the night. Long hours seemed so short that my shift ended even before I know it.

And the girls would literally throw themselves at you, proving once again that there's really no racism as long as you are good looking and loveable.

However, they do terrible things to loveable people as well.

I've been warned on my last day of shift.

'Ever heard of ice machine?' said one of the bouncer.

I did not take it very seriously because what occur to me was getting shoved into the ice machine, which is literally impossible because my body wont fit.

And please, all that from one bouncer? You need to be better than that.

Turns out they were 4x better than that.

And I winded up here.

And then I soon came to learn, that the true definition of ice machine was

1) Pin down a person from behind

2) Hammerlock that person and wrap him up against the pillar,

3) Shove ice into his clothes, underwear pants or whichever possible place

4) Shower that person with dirty detergen water (that small white pool on my head)

5) Film it up and tell him that it's going up on youtube.

6) Start drinking beer in front of him and pretend he's invisible

All bartenders and bouncers took turns to fling something at me.

The worst part is, after all the fun they have had, I still had to clean up the mess they created. FML

After a quick 'shower' at the kitchen, we went to a bar that is only available for workers, called 'The Seven Oaks" (Normal people will not gain access how cool is that) It opens till the next morning.

But it always amazes me how dodgy it is. There is no 'main entrance' to the premise, there's only a back door that doesn't even have a working door bell.

That is the back door. Doesn't that give you the feeling of entering a brothel.

And for the first time of my life, I literally drink myself till I see the next morning sunlight.

Pineapple chicken

I never liked making pineapple chicken. There is simply no chemistry between me and pineapple.

True, you might think it's because pineapple chicken is relatively more problematic as compared to others. But I love cooking. I wouldn't mind going through all the hassles if in the end it tastes good.

I just don't like pineapple.

However, I'd like to think that my pineapple chicken is awesome because according to my flatmates it is 'haunting' their brains all the time and Misha always make me cook that whenever she has guests coming over.

This time I'm cooking for her parents.

So here we go:

Ingredients:

1) Sunquick Orange Syrup

2) 1 can of pineapple chunk

3) Plum Sauce

4) Lemon Sauce

5) Lemon Dressing

Marinade:

1) Oyster Sauce

2) Maggi Liquid Seasoning

3) Rice Wine

4) Sugar

5) AND SESAME OIL ! I dont have the bottle w me here

Sauce (for four pax):

1) I threw in the whole can of pineapple chunk

2) 1.5 tea spoon of Sunquick orange syrup

3) As for plum sauce and lemon sauce, I added 2 table spoon and 1.5 table spoon respectively (or more, trust your own tongue)

4) Ok. Lemon dressing. I really don't know how much I've put in. 1 - 1.5 teacup maybe?hahaha! tips: you don't want the lemon dressing to overwhelm the pineapple taste so use it wisely

5) Sprinkle some sugar and salt. Estimate the amount yourself.

6) Add a lil bit of water, and some corn flour for thickening.

Steps:

1) Coat the chicken w corn flour.

2) Fry it w medium fire. When it's about cooked, adjust to lower volume, so it will turns out more juicy.

3) Remove chicken. Leave some oil on the pan, and pour in the sauce. Adjust to maximum volume and bring it to a boil.

4) When the sauce is getting thicker, throw in the chicken, lower the heat and let it simmer.

5) Depending on how thick you want your sauce to be, remove sauce and chicken as you see fit.

There you go.

funny shit

When you choose your boyfriend, make sure his room is messy.

Because that means he hasn't been having sex w anyone.

My room is messy.

But it was also attributed to 2 of my lovely high school mates who came down from London to visit us. Suresh and Kein Yew.

I know my 'british' accent is horrible.

They also avidly associated me w a new nickname call Yugioh,

to which until now I still could not grasp how I am related to this anime character. I don't play any sort of cards, nor do I wear cloak that hangs loosely on my shoulder to show everyone where the wind is blowing.

-

-

-

-

Speaking of nickname, many are still clueless about what YgGuo stands for.

YgGuo/ Yang Guo (杨过) is a fictional protagonist in a story book call 神鵰俠侶, who has a love affair w his teacher.

I am insanely impressed by him.

Ahh I missed those days where everyone call me by YgGuo. I shall be home before long =]

The Trancendence

The difference between a boy and a real man is that

a boy talks about responsibilities

when a man takes it up

Rants

People asked me why I haven't been blogging. But no one proceeded to ask me further as to why I'm busy.

Well, I've swamped up myself w various chores and work to take things off my mind. I was going through a difficult phase.

I wont say I'm completely adjusted now. I've just gotten better.

If playing the game has its downside, it would have to be this. You will never be truthfully happy. Because at the end of the day, as you leaf through your phone, no matter how many thousands of contacts you have, you'd come to realise there's really no one you can be yourself with and fall back on.

Perhaps it was the reason why I've been holding on to my past relationships. I did not want to lose that part of myself. The part where I can be honest with my vulnerability and insecurities. The part where I can be an ordinary guy who has the same yearning for reassurance like any other guys out there.

As I recall a conversation between a friend of mine and I, he told me, as we grow older, people come in and out of your life so frequently and invariably, that it's become an everyday ritual, one that you'd subtly be aware of its existence. Or otherwise, barely influenced by its change even when it happens.

And if oneday, you happened to walk out of someone's life, no matter how hard you try, it is almost impossible to pick up from where you left off. And I felt sad. How am I to walk right past these people and pretend as if they were never a big part of my life?

-

-

I bought myself a new guitar today. I changed the bed sheets, put up new posters in the room. Everything looks new and refreshing.

Except for certain things, I never want to change them. They resemble some of the old moments. Because it's always nice to be reminded, that I used to mean the world to someone.

pics used are credited to hann