Tang Yuan

In case you are wondering what Tang Yuan is? Tang Yuan is basically glutinous rice flour ball which served in ginger soup. The direct translation of Tang Yuan means ‘round dumpling in a soup’. Tang Yuan can be small, big, colored, uncolored, filled or unfilled but that’s doesn’t really matter; what matter is the story and meaning behind it. Just by the name, we know that it’s a Chinese food, in fact it’s true to say as a Chinese’s custom or heritage. As far as I recalled, the Chinese used to celebrate Midwinter by serving Tang Yuan to their family and friends. It’s to provide warmth to their beloved during the winter. Just imagine yourself drinking the spicy ginger soup with hot glutinous rice flour ball, sweating already don’t you?

Yes, I know there’s no winter here and there’s no way it going to snow in M’sia; in fact it’s hellaluyah hot here but who’s care? The main purpose of Tang Yuan is not just to warm our body during the winter, if that so, why not Whisky or Brandi instead? Tang Yuan bring a larger meaning than this; the elders believe that Tang Yuan is a blessing for the children to undergo the winter unharmed by sickness or accident. Conversely, my grandma used to believe that Tang Yuan will bring family together like reunion dinner. We used to gather around our dining table to have a bowl of it; I guess my grandma is right.

I’m not a Tang Yuan lover, I mean it’s just flour balls with ginger soup; what’s so big deal about it? In term of taste, it’s just plain. In term of look, it’s just ordinary. Nevertheless, in term of Chinese tradition, it’s a MUST for me to have Tang Yuan; even just a bite of it.

This time, I wasn’t around Ipoh so I couldn’t eat any of it. Despite that, one of my Penang friends, Mr. J brings me a pot of Tang Yuan (Thank you by the way). Lucky me! It’s nice, in fact it’s scrumptious but somehow it taste a bit weird. Not weird as in weird in taste but weird as in something is missing. The Tang Yuan my mum made is forever rough, inhomogeneous in size, the filling leaked out and the ginger soup is more or less: tasteless. Yet somehow that’s the Tang Yuan I had been eating for the past 22 years, maybe that’s what missing.

Rough, inhomogeneous and tasteless…*giggle*

As I said earlier, what matter the most is neither the taste nor the look; is the meaning behind it. Happy Tang Yuan Festival everyone!

Rough, inhomogeneous and tasteless...but I'm missing it? *laughing* What am I thinking?

You Run Bastard

“What a fine morning!” as the sun is shining bright, the air is breezy cool and the best of all; today is Saturday. The day where I can wake up at ten, take my honeymoon time, go for a walk or maybe update some of my blog; how wonderful. Waking up at six, going work at eight, taking lunch at twelve, back to work at one, heading home at six and finally doze off at ten had already been my daily routine, so Saturday can be consider every working man’s paradise for the reason that we can step out of that routine circle even just for once.

My mood is extremely good today, so I plan to give my car a 'bath' and a 'bikini wax' later on. I was still in a very good mood for the following few seconds until I discovered somebody bang my car (as soon as I discovered it, I dropped my pail, my car shampoo and immediately ran toward my car; kneeing in front of my car and I couldn't help but to scream "NOOO!!! You don't die on me!!! No, not so fast..NOOO!!!~~").

ARGHHH!!!KNNCCB!!!

Someone apparently someone, for sure it’s not some stray dogs or cats act (unless there's a cow nearby). Someone freaking-ly bang my car (hit and run case) and the best part is my car parked in a super duper safe place; a place where the probability of accident can happen is lower than the probability of ‘kena’ lottery. That is a place where accident merely can happen if only you intentionally drive your car directly to my car and I guess that bastard nailed it.

Of all the cars parked there, you choose my car. You blind? If you planning to ‘hit and run’ some car, go for BMW, Mercedes or some really expensive car; NOT MY CAR! Thanks to you, my first month salary all go into my car repairing. SIBEH DULAN right now!

Storm Rider 2

If you are seeking for summary or preview of this movie, you’re at the wrong page. The title might sound alike yet this is a blog barely related to storm rider. No offense, but I just can’t get it why do we need preview; I mean if you’re planning to go for a movie then just go, why preview? If you were to miss out all the anticipations based on an anonymous’ movie preview, does it worth? If you were to bore to tears your partner on your first date based on some people-you-hardly-know preview, does it worth?

I’m nobody to judge whether shall we opt for a movie preview, not. But one thing for sure, I never did any movie preview before, I just randomly pick my movie every time (as random as it sound, I won’t pick movie that I don’t understand). I know, I know, you don’t want to waste your precious nine bucks for some crappy movie, that’s why you movie preview. You surf every site you know, you read every movie preview you can, you flip every newspaper comment you have and there you go; you lose all the fun. Isn’t watching a movie is all about delight? Where is all the pleasure if you already know what going to happen next?

So while movie previewing is good, random movie selection is simply better. Better in sense of surprises, try bringing your friend or your partner on a random movie and surprise them. And some really good movies are not even on preview; if you ‘round round’ follow the movie preview; you’ll miss all the fun again. More often than not the majority of the boring movies are not on preview, but then again, it might be crappy for them but a whole new different story for you. Who knows? You’re not letting some anonymous’ comment to control the movie you watch, don’t you?


That day I went for Storm Rider 2 with my friend, a nicely-planned-should-be-nothing-going-wrong-movie because of the movie preview my friend read. Even so it bothers me that they combat (or swing their sword) more than they talk, which turn out to be quite a mind-numbing movie. The movie preview is good, the gimmick is fabulous and the publicity is awesome; even Ekin come M’sia to promote. But it’s just an ‘okay la’ movie for me. My friend was quite disappointed because the movie preview looks more attention-grabbing than the actual movie. That’s when he feel like his nine bucks is in the gutter.

Movie preview said “five thumbs up”. I really can’t help but to wonder “If including the thumbs on both hands and feet, where’s the other one? Could it be right in the middle of these four thumbs?” It suddenly makes sense and answered all my queries since nursery school.

Apart from throwing our precious nine bucks to the gutter, watching Storm Rider 2 really bring back a lot of old memories. Ten years ago (can you believe it! it's already ten years), when I’m still in primary school, I watched Storm Rider 1 and me still yearning for more. Ten years later, I’m outside the cinema complaining about it; somehow it just feel like yesterday or should I put it in this way, time passed too sudden for anyone to even realize it. The memory is still clear where I’m shouting, yelling and jumping around whenever I see blood splash from Storm Rider 1. Nevertheless, today I complain that it bother me that they fight more than talk. Feel like down in the dumps indeed!

Ten years is just a blink of eye or rather a screening of Storm Rider series. Maybe the next time I watch storm rider, I’m with my own family already. So, take this chance to cherish what in front of you, don’t waste them like I wasted mine.

Live On

Many things had changed ever since I come to Penang; might be the lifestyle, the people, the society, the world or anything, but surely something changed. Maybe no one ever noticed or maybe no one even care to bother; maybe it’s just me, but being away from home into a total-stranger-environment, you too will feel that time passed extraordinary slow. Days feel like weeks, months feel like years and years feel like eternally. Maybe because of that, I have more time to reflect, more time to observe from a whole different standpoint of life. Everything is changing, the progress might be slow but it’s progressing in no doubt.

Being in a different environment absolutely change a person whether is their outlook, lifestyle, or perception. For the very first few days in Penang, I actually feel like going back home. Life’s a fragile thing, when we are unable to adapt to the surroundings; we tend to feel shattered and almost true to say horrified. I’m indeed horrified because there are just too many new things to face each day. Frankly speaking, I’m still exploring new thing every day whether is the task, the road, the people, the mother tongue or the way of life.

Being a foreigner, there’s no way not feeling lonely. Every day, ‘walls’ imprison me; some that I build and some build by others. These ‘walls’ separate me or rather I separate myself from the society. Being away from my hometown, it actually builds more ‘walls’ between me and them. Not that I haven’t been away from them; the longest record was one whole semester of being away from home due to my studies. Nevertheless the ‘walls’ built this time is so much different than previous one for the reason that I choose to be in Penang myself. Face it! I had the choice of doing my internship in my hometown but…but…but that doesn’t matter anymore, the fact is I’m already here and I have to live through what I had chosen.

Also because of this, I let many people down including myself. Life’s fun in Penang but life is only great when you have friends, family and person you loved being with you. I can’t help to be in awe “What happen if I choose to be in my hometown? Will everything be the other way round?” and every time when I felt lost, I asked myself constantly: “Did I make the wrong choice?”.

All along, I made uncountable mistake, some that I regret and some come in a great prize. You’re right, I decide too fast without even understanding the consequences. Usually, I just hide it with a smile but recently this smile ice up; it’s hard for me even just to stretch my face and smile. You’re right again, in the end I’m the only one who ended up crying for mummy. Risky decision, big sacrifice and low gain; who will play a game like this? I will.

“Did I make the wrong choice?”

It may be too early for me to judge. Yet, based on the ‘walls’ and what I had lose; it pretty much looks like a huge mistake to me. Even though it’s a mistake, there nothing I can do but to live on. Yet…

“Did I really making one?”

That; I leave for you to answer.

Day 1: Internship

This is something that I must blog, my first day being a trainee in Texchem Polymers. For those of you who is not familiar with Texchem Group, think of Sushi Kin, think of Fumakilla, think of Seamaster and a few other small company; and all together *voila* that’s our Texchem Group; quite a ‘rojak’ company if you ask me. Texchem Group is divided into a few…mistake: not few, HELL LOTS of divisions such as Family Care Division, Food Division, Packing Division and a few others which I can’t remember (can’t help, too many). Anyhow I don’t think you guys will be interested in my company background. Well then let’s talk about my first day of work in Texchem Polymer.

My first day of internship, should be quite relaxing; that’s what I thought and just to confirm: I did text a few friends of mine. Most of them are still in orientation session, some sitting there waiting for lunch but for me; that’s a whole different story. For starter, fifteen minutes after my first day of work, I received a 900 pages book and a pile of journal about biopolymer: starch-based-polymer from my supervisor. Yes! Those starch that we consume every day.

There’s a reason why I choose physic class rather than biology class, yes partly because I suck at it and yes partly because I can’t bear myself slaughtering some small helpless animal but that’s not the point; above all and all, I hate memorizing. My mum want me to be a doctor, but I told my mum if I be one, the only way I’m going to make my living is by selling MC (medical certificate) because there's no way I can pass any test that required memorizing skill. Frankly speaking, I can't even memorize my own car plate number. Yes! That's how bad my memory is. Physic on the other hand is totally a different story; it’s more to application rather than just memorizing. Nonetheless we do need to memorize sometimes but like what my professor said: “the easiest way to memorize in physic is by derivation”. From one statement, we can derive it to another; that’s the power of physic.

Back to my first day as trainee, I thought internship is all about practical: handling machine, checking stockpile, dealing with client and so and so; and during internship reading is history; especially journal reading which I hate the most but I was wrong BIG TIME. I got an assignment on my first day of work; my supervisor asked me to do a small research (more like literature review) on starch polymer. Those thing I thought that I may escape once I jump out of university all came back to haunt me; journal reading, report writing, research and examination. Yes! Freaking examination, no kidding; they’ll conduct a short theory test to test my knowledge on the machine used (DSC, TGA, DMA, Tensile, Extruder). I guess my internship life is no different than my university life, except for the fact that I must wake up earlier and there’s no way I can skip my working day.

Today is a hellish day, as I only able to sleep for three hours; thanks to my nocturnal lifestyle, I slept at 3am; wake up at 6am. That’s only three hours of nap and the rest I have no choice but to cover back at work which is totally not-etiquette. I had been falling asleep for so many times in my company, that surely leave a bad impression on my first day I guess.

But that is only the first day of work, many things can happen in 6 months time. One thing for sure, the people there are extremely welcoming and friendly; God Bless.

Well then I guess it’s time to doze now, take care guys!

Basketball Court

No, it’s not a five stars basketball court. No, it’s not a well-equipped-million-dollars indoor basketball court. It’s just an ordinary…No! not ordinary, it’s below ordinary basketball court; not a first-class court if you ask me, but that’s the place where I start to play basketball; that’s the place where I train, that’s the place where I shared the most laughter with my friends and that’s the place where I spend most of my teenage life. Frankly speaking, I love that place. Maybe it’ll sound absurd, but that’s the only place where I feel like I’m flying. But as ridiculous as it sound, I actually did fly there (not really fly la, but I did run and jump all I want there).

Speaking of flying, there is one time I really thought I was. I was doing a speeding lay-up but then my opponent chases me all the way from behind and blocks me. Of course he wasn’t able to block me, but his inertia knocked me up half a foot higher in the air; and surprisingly I touched the basketball ring. That’s the best lay-up I ever did; half a dunk leh. Why I say the best? Because it only happens once in so many basketball matches I ever played. Its miracle leh, the timing, the momentum, the physic and the chances are super low. That I can assure you hundred percent but I guess every miracle come with a sacrifice; I injured my lips darn bad, as in mouth part-lips; just in case you guys misunderstand cause I know you all will.

I had been away from Ipoh for quite some time now and every time when I’m back, I’ll surely stopover at the basketball court. Nonetheless things change a lot since the last time I played there. Let’s see what changed, why not start with SEAFOOD, SEAFOOD and SEAFOOD for instance. Hell yeah, those court is fully dominated by SEAFOOD; not crabs, not shrimps, not abalones but freaking SON OF LALAs (direct cantonese translation: lala chai).

If you have chance to go there, see for yourself how this LALA play. Don’t be surprise when you hear vulgar word during the game (never a technical foul given there); ‘your mother’, ‘his/her mother’ and ‘their mother’ are just too old school. Those LALA blend in culinary, technology, psychology and even politic in their vulgar word; in addition they also make it into short form. I just don’t get it for the first few times. For instance, “Tea Myanmar HKC”; for you it may sound like some bubble milk tea name (Myanmar’s Hong Kong Chinese Tea? You’re darn wrong!). It’s actually a vulgar word, all new school words. Let’s look at another example, “Fry Crab” (I know that’s common but how often people translate it into English and shoot you with it? High class LALA leh) or “Kentucky McB” (Yes Kentucky McB not Kentucky McD; go figure).

I won’t be surprise if they suddenly pull out a watermelon parang and start chop-here-chop-there after losing a match. But that’s not all. Their rules are no way near NBA or FIBA: three second violation, charging or travelling is never on their list. Gladly there was once a fair and justice guy who sound it out but after that I never saw him playing there anymore. *Gulp* and one more thing, these rules only apply to their gang of LALAs. Outsiders play by strict or maybe stricter than NBA rules. How’s that?

It’s like playing with your hand locked, leg tied, blind folded and using a 50 kg metal ball.

But that’s not all, if you’re good at basketball; they isolate you. Yes they isolate you. They freaking isolate you, ended up you all alone waiting for the never ending match. I was so fed up playing with them till I have no intention of going there anymore. Nevertheless, the ‘basketball heat’ is still there, often I’ll purposely drive there to shoot a few loops just like today and guess what?

TEA MYANMAR HKC! They still the same. FRY CRAB all LALAs!

Piano of You

***Been really busy this month due to my examination, sorry to all that waited so long and to those that I promised to update but *cough* forgot *cough* and to those who constantly rush me to update***

I had actually written a whole story about ‘Piano of You’ earlier, but I just deleted it. This is the first time I delete a blog of mine, for the very first time I actually feel that I have no intention of writing blog. Maybe it’s crappy (it’s crappy all the time) or maybe I just don’t feel like publishing it. Frankly speaking, today hadn’t been a pleasant day for me; gloomy to be exact. Nevertheless I’ll try to write a whole new version of ‘Piano of You’ now.

WARNING: The ‘piano’ mention in this blog is a metaphoric-abstract-representation of a girl heart, so don’t be confuse when I say “playing the girl’s piano”; but as far as I concern piano only represent piano and nothing else, so there’s no need to worry but just in-case-you-know-what.

“I sincerely believe that there’s a piano in every girl heart, what really matter is how you play it…” (that’s my opinion, if you don’t agree stop reading).

I mean there are surely people who ask “how are you going to play the piano if it’s abstract?” Well the answer is simple: using your abstract finger (go figure).

Okay back to the topic. I sincerely believe that there’s a piano in every girl heart, what really matter is how you play it or are you willing to play it? World is not an easy place to live and I understand that not everyone can afford taking piano classes; some might play it fantastically, some might play it just nice, some might couldn’t even play it at all and some might just blackout. But that’s not the point.

I’m more than sure that every girl want their guy to play them a song, I mean that’s the only way to show their love. I understand that not everyone can play piano well, but what the heck! I mean it’s not like you must play some five stars song to impress her. If it’s all about showing your love, even a simple nursery song can make her touched. What really matter is whether you’re willing to sit down and play her a song or not?

Often when it comes to guys, it does always have to do with their ego. Men are ego bastard, there won’t simply play a song for girl unless the girl hinting them the direction all the way to the piano. That’s pathetic for sure. Guys, try lowering your ego by a centimeter to play them a song. Thing might be really different somehow and for sure you won't regret even a bit for it. When it comes to piano playing, I’m sure the girl is more than everything she ever asked for to sit there to listen to your song. For the reason, that is his love to her.

Your song might be none other than noise pollution to others but to her, that’s the most beautiful thing. Remember! You are not playing to the whole world, but even if you’re playing to the whole world; there’s only a person that will be fully touched by your song; her.

And girls, what matter the most is neither the song nor whatsoever that he’s playing to you, what matter the most is their ‘abstract finger’ which is their action, their effort and their sincerity in showing how much you mean to him. One thing for sure, they will never ask for more than your love.

I hate to admit, but when it come to this; I often blackout, not because I don’t know about music but I just blackout somehow. If I had to live my life without playing you a song, I will. If I had to change my life because I never play you a song, I will. But one thing that you can’t be sure of is how much I longing to play you a song, just tell me when you’re ready to listen.

With the light on

Most of the people tend to sleep with their light off, that’s the norm of society. But don’t be surprise that they are still people who sleep with their light on; not because they’re not frugal or they have extra money to waste. I admit that’s not a good practice in modern-life, that not only burden your electrical bill but that also contribute to global warming as well; light pollution, electricity put to waste, radiation and etcetera.

Nonetheless, I’m one of those who sleep with light on. No kidding, I sleep with light on. No! Not because I’m afraid to be in dark. That’s because I’m so used to have a reading before sleep; novel (rarely), newspaper (once in a blue moon), magazine (every time) and comic (absolutely). For that reason, my room light will be forever on, even when I fall asleep. I like to read, a lot especially magazine and comic; that’s why I need light. Sometimes I need light to write my diary, lamp is therefore one of the essential tool in my bedroom.

Why don’t I off the light before I sleep? Well, that’s simple: LAZY. Nevertheless, I feel more comfortable with light on, at least when I wake up; everything is lighted up; bright and visible. Maybe because of that, I’m terribly uncomfortable being in the dark; once again I’m not afraid. I’m a man who believes in what I see, “What I see is what I get”. Without the aid of my sight, I feel so insecure, in fact dismal. That’s the reason why I’m uncomfortable in the dark. If I can request the cinema to on the light throughout the entire show, I will.

Recently I try to sleep with light off due to some room-sharing-tolerance issue. Being a guy that sleeps with light on for so many years, sleeping without the light is of course something rather annoying. Believe it or not, I can’t sleep with light off. I feel insecure whenever I open my eye and found myself in the dark. I have to admit that I have issue with it for several days but eventually I’m used to it.

To be rather annoyed for this several days, I actually found out that when you’re in darkness you can actually hear, feel and think well. Without the aid of sight, this empowers our other senses.

There is a reason for every smile and cry, there’s a story behind for every agenda. Like a famous old proverb ‘you can’t just judge a book by its cover’. For those who only look and judge by its cover, there’s surely something that you’ll missed out. Try off the light and judge again, maybe you’ll find story of another version.

I’m a man who believes in what I see. Maybe not anymore.

Ponteng King

"Oh sheesh! Darn! What's the time now?" That happen almost every morning when I mistakenly, unintentionally, by no mean switch off my alarm on its first beep. That happen so frequent now; just by this week I had already skipped two whole day of lecture. Proud you say? No, not at all! I feel dismal to be exact.

I had been nominated so many times now as the new Ponteng King. Yes Ponteng King (King of Class Skipping) not Prom King. I'm already in the back of my class, if I still keep 'ponteng' sooner or later I'll be kicked out of the class. People may actually envy me for being so slumber in my study but the fact is I'm hell worried of being not in the class for so many times in a row.

"Sui chai hei san la!!" (wake up already you lazy ass in cantonese) that's what my mum will do every morning, screaming and yelling my ass to the bathroom to get ready for school. That's the scream that give me a boost and kick start my morning. Maybe I still need that, talking about it, I kind of miss that scream.

Bah! Let's make this the last time I skip my class, furthermore exam is just around the corner; if I still keep my 'ponteng' attitude, there would only be one way ticket for me: extend another year in Unimap. Hell no! I want to get out of here! (Guess that's the spirit, way to go Mels)

You Know Nothing

I’ll kill, I’ll kill!! Although I say it many times, but this time I actually mean it. “I will kill and tear you apart!!”

How was my day if you ask, I would say it’s first-class. Let’s see, I begin my day with class skipping which is nothing to be arrogant of; but that gain me a few more hours to sleep. Then I woke up doing some reading; journal analysis to be exact. There’s just so little time but so much reading to do. I was on direct science for a few hours until the Internet turn slow. That’s the time I'm really pissed off; waiting the journal page to load is like forever. Someone please go complain!

Without any option left. I decided to pay a visit to my university library. Without disappointment, the Internet there was faster. It’s faster by ten times. That's when I start to kick ass, the journal ass. I was reading journal like mad cow, one by one, page by page and some I even have to go through twice. Oh by the way, journal reading sucks! Anyway I managed to get some useful journal for my next assignment before I return to my hostel.

As usual, I was having dinner with my friends but the rain forces us to end our meal earlier. I ran slowly all the way to my hostel. I just like the rain, although it’s temporary but that bring back a lot of memory. The scent of it, the sound of it; how peaceful. Then J.S texted I to save his guitar; some tuning and it’s as good as new. Then I proceed to my journal reading and voola.

How was my day if you ask again, I would kick your ass so hard that you kiss the sky. I was totally pissed off! Sorry for being real but I’m no kidding, I want kick ass BIG TIME. I was so pissed off that I even force my buddy to a game of basketball (I need to stop my brain from thinking, I need to adrenaline), but everyone is just too busy with their assignment.

The thing is there’s something that I don’t want to talk about. That was something I sealed away long time ago, and put a sign of ‘don’t ever remind me again’ on it. Sincerely it was a mistake, and to my stupidity I let the mistake flow but somewhat it stop (let’s not denounce who’s the one stopped it; it stop eventually don't it?). Human do make mistake, and I’d too. I admit that I’m no good guy; frankly speaking, I did numerous of awful thing, some that break heart, some that I regret and some that still hurt even for years.

Yes, I did a lot of terrible thing; not that I’m proud of it but still I won’t deny any of them. That’s because the fact that I did it. Not to something that I hadn’t done, that I’m really pissed off. People, you only judge by eyeball and presuppose that’s the truth by your naive brain. I tell you what: that’s how the rumor spread. Just because I don’t stand up and explain it to you guys; which I think is unnecessary because is not like I owe your guys an explanation. Who are you to me?

People, do me a favor: if you don’t know the whole story or you don’t have the chance to see the whole picture, please stop. Please stop spreading your own story to the other. Ask yourself “Do you really know the story?” Let me tell you what: “You know nothing; you know nothing about my life, so stay the frog out of it”. Honestly, I’m already so iniquitous now, any of this rumor do me no harm; but please think of other.

I really feel like screaming out loud now, maybe I should plug my guitar into my max volume Amp and ROAR the whole Wang Ulu. Nonetheless a friend of mine has a better suggestion.

Screaming might just be another way to express myself, okay then let's give it a try. "Arg(cover with pillow)"

.......

Thanks Unfriendly One! I'm more relief now.

Totally Classic

"JUST FOR YOU GIRL"

Big K Small C

Thank you! Even though the day I know you might be short, but you certainly bring a big impact in my life.

You guys may not realize but you guys in no doubt bring me a lot of joy for the past few days. Besides having fun, you guys too bring me to walk down a lesson of a life time. Somewhat I see my own reflection in cherishing one; I learn that when two people of different world are brought together, they might not live as one. But through tolerance, through patience, through understanding, through willingness to share their life; they might actually come as one.

No matter how I see them, there’s nothing alike between them; one size too big and one size too small. Nevertheless what within you guys totally change my perspective about the world; mainly life and love. You guys may not realize but you guys have already done me a big favor.

"Big K, protect your small C well. As I’ll cherish mine"

Kedah Trip (Part Three)

I know you guys have been longing for my update till your neck is as long as giraffe. Sorry for keeping you guys waiting, here it goes…and one more thing don’t be confuse with the date, this is no ‘back to the future’. Yes I admit I just uploaded it, but the fact is I had already finished writing this blog long time ago. Due to my extreme tight schedule, I just have the chance to upload it now; yet I still hope to retain the date I wrote this blog, so hereby I apologizes for any inconvenient (after all like you care, I know you don’t give a darn). So here it goes…

Where are we, let’s see…

Aha! After our video arcade ass kicking moment, the four travelers decided to waste spend their time with a movie. There aren’t many choices left; Final Destination 5 and another Bollywood film. Frankly speaking, I’m no fans of horror movie especially those that you can predict; or in this case, you knew the ending. I just don’t understand why people willing to pay to watch other die. But look who’s talking here, I picked FD5 rather than Bollywood film (I guess a normal Chinese will do the same, provided no choice).

And so we pay nine bucks each for a-movie-that-you-knew-the-ending. Before the show start, I heard people saying “Ending sure all die one”, “This show very wai (disgusting) one”, “FD5 like previous FD series only”, “Sure die in pieces one” and so on. I can’t help to wonder “Since you guys already know the story and the ending, what the point of watching?”

As predicted, the movie start with people dying, blood splashing here and there, people running fiercefully, people screaming for life, ambulance siren and sexy-gorgeous main actress. What attract me the most is none other than (of course sexy-gorgeous *ahem*) their creative way of dying. The ways they die are beyond your imaginary; knife, gun, rope and fire are just too old school. FD5 features really creative way of getting one killed, all new school method: Nascar crash, fall of bathtub kill, swimming pool sucker kill, mowing machine plus stone combo kill and last but not least my favorite; car auto-washing machine kill. That’s totally classic man! How can car auto-washing machine kill? Electric shock? Hand stuck in the machine roller? Inside car accident? No, no and no. It was far more classic, totally new school: drown inside the car kill. Just imagine how one can drown inside their very own car, and the killer is none other than the auto-washing machine. Creative huh? I guess that’s the main selling point of FD5.

Now here I really need to apologize to someone, my friend from Kedah (the one I texted earlier, let’s just give him a nick: Han). It’s totally a bad idea coming to the host's hometown and not meeting the host, which is my friend in this case. I know, I know you’ll compare. The thing is you are more warm-hearted in welcoming us to your hometown and I’m no way near warm-hearted status, so don’t compare. Anyhow Han arrived a bit late that day, and we had a tight schedule to pursue, that’s why we couldn’t spend much time with you at the mall. Instead, to Han hospitably, he brings us to some Kedah famous makan place.

I went there once last year and the soya drink there was fantastic, hence we went all the way there just to take a sip of Kedah famous soya. I guess the lyrics old proverb was right “when you want it the most, that's no easy way out” We went all the way just to have a stare at the closed stall.

With not much time left, we decided to eat there. We are all starving because earlier this morning we only had a typical fish ball noodle and McD. We save our appetite so long for the dinner; Kedah delicates. I ordered some egg oyster with fried rice for myself and Mr.K taking order for the girls while Han went to the western food corner. The fried rice is superb and Han’s western food look delicious too.

Then we take a look at Mr.K order, to be honest, we are shocked; not ordinary shock, is like million volts lightning multiple shock, those deadly type some more. Guess what, Mr.K ordered fish ball noodle! Yes freaking no kidding

F-I-S-H B-A-L-L N-O-O-D-L-E-S

Yes the one we had earlier on this morning so we can save our appetite for more Kedah delicates; well in this case the Kedah delicates would be referring to fish ball noodle. Han and I were having a shocking-wanna-laugh face but that cannot even compare with Bb face. No words can describe her face, no words; maybe there is one word to describe that: sibehtulan. I thought that FD6 will be screening earlier than I expected, staring Bb killing Mr.K with bowl of fish ball noodle or a pair of chopstick but sadly nothing happen. Bb ate her bowl of typical fish ball noodle silently.

Then Lbs ask me to order her a drink and by the way she drinks a lot, if compare to a cow, Lbs would be half of the cow. Honestly, I like Lbs command because she forever give a full-direct-instruction “Mels can you help me to ask for a Barley drink” with a pointed direction toward the uncle behind me. Human follows order pretty well, that’s why I guess I just turn around and tap the uncle in the shoulder. “Uncle, one more Barley please”, the uncle turn around with a bunch of lottery tickets in his hand. I was stunned, some five seconds stun. His face expression tells the entire story “What the frog man! Which part of me look like a waiter?” Thanks Lbs for getting me into this, and she didn’t even help me to explain, all Lbs did was laugh and laugh. The uncle keep asking me something in Hokkien, which sound like “You want lottery ticket, kid?”

Alas, we have to catch the last bus back to Kangar, I know it’s unfair to Han as he travel all the way up from his place to Alor Setar and we couldn’t stay long with him. The thing is I would sincerely like you to be around us from the very beginning, things are surely more merry-joyous with you around but too bad the timing went wrong and maybe I’m the one to blame. Anyhow we are able to board the last bus back to Kangar. We bid farewell to Han as he drive out all alone.

Everyone was sleeping in the bus but often smile can be seen on each other faces. I would say this is quite a successful trip.

The End (finally).