Have yourself a good one :)

For all the silly things I say, the ridiculous things I do, the stupid things I think of…

..for all that, sometimes I truly believe that I actually deserve a girlfriend.

Sometimes only lah. Pathetic, I know, haha. Although
I’m very sure that if you’re single and reading this,
you’d feel the same way for yourself, too.

I wonder why I never really
make the effort anymore.

Gulping down the last of the Gatorade I just bought from 7-Eleven, I slowed down to a steady walk to finish the final leg of my evening jog, passing by one of the local mamak restaurants. Apparently, during my absence, they have installed a little upgrade to their premise; on the two trees on the other side of the road opposite the restaurant, they have mounted large stereo hi-fi speakers facing the restaurant.

I noticed this from the wires tied to the trunk of the tree that ran down from the speakers. The speakers themselves were given a military camouflage cloth cover, and cleverly obscured behind the shady leaves.

That’s a nice move to improve the ambiance for the people dining al fresco, I thought. As I walked toward them, a song started playing. It was a Diana Krall! I thought that it was impressive that this mamak is starting to play jazz music to attract more customers. I slowed down further just so I can enjoy the walk under the shade and good music a while longer. Suddenly, there was distortion in the sound, followed by some static noise and then…

“…dil to paagal hai, mer ga maana haai! dil to paagal hai, ver na vaana mell!…”

…or something like that. Oh well. I guess some things really do go by that old adage, what was it again…oh yes.

Once a mamak stall, always a mamak stall.

I know, I know, I’m late for this set of pics, haha. So, before I put up a post about Egypt [it's gonna be a bloody long one] I suppose I’ll put up the pics from the “triple-kill” birthday dinner to celebrate Sher Yee, Chung Sik and Colleen’s birthdays! So I was told the venue was a place called Bibi Wok in Puchong. When I arrived there, I got out of my car to see this.

That’s a VERY odd menu item, I thought. I rubbed my eyes a little bit, and to my relief, I saw this.
I got inside and there was already a crowd, so I just went ahead and joined the whole gang.
Bibi Wok is actuallly a pretty nice place with a good ambiance - just that it’s got some pretty dim lights. Which kinda sucks for me since I don’t have an accessory flash or a full-frame CMOS sensor :p That didn’t stop from me taking pictures, although many of them turn out disappointingly bad :( Anyway, more pics after the jump!

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Ice-cream, by itself, is just that - ice and cream. It only has a plain taste that can’t even induce the slightest form of arousal. It’s got no flavour. If people were to simply sell ice cream like that, I’m sure the number of diabetes patients wouldn’t be so high - since it’s sugar [and guilt] free.

Ice cream, much like mankind itself, is well over 4000 years old. Ice cream has been enjoyed since the times of the ancient Egyptians, Arabians and Chinese civilisations, just to name a few. However, understanding the erotically arousing potential of a cold dessert, they have innovated the joy ice cream into a more pleasant experience to suit their exotic tastes.

They added sugar, honey and fruits to give flavour and life to ice cream. The present day Italians are especially good at this since it’s become their traditional dessert and a lot of italian ice cream are actually handmade. In fact, various countries have their own way of flavouring ice cream. That’s why you get to label ice cream flavours to be Arabian-flavoured [with lots of nuts], or italian flavoured [with lots of berries] even Japanese-flavoured [choco-banana or melon].

Ice cream is a good thing to add flavour to. But that doesn’t mean you should manipulate the flavour of something with anything you like just to suit your exotic outright weird tastes. You don’t flavour ice-cream with chicken stock, ginger and mushrooms, do you? What you’d get is a cold sticky goo which might probably taste like expired chicken soup.

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