Friday 29 August 2008


dear people, i apologize for the last few posts if you see any unidentifiable symbols around. Those were Wingdings. I just realized that not everyone can view it.
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Being ostrascised is hell.

But, hey..
Pandering's not my style.
The truth will prevail.

Good day, folks. spunkz is up & jumping.

Boink.

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BoiNK!
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BOINK!

Crashhh! (>_<)

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Thursday 28 August 2008

I got stuck in one jam after another today on the way to work. It was indeed extremely frustrating. I was on the brink of pent-up rage a few times. But I thank the force which presides for giving me the opportunity to spend more time with my god sent gift. And when I checked my mail upon reaching office, I was further prompted to cherish what I had.. and to appreciate things more. I'm sure most have got this mail before, but it doesn't hurt to read it again, right? J Here's to share:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.


Spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak. And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

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I saw HY korkor at Tesco the other day. He looks ... older now.

And he had a pink hand accessory.

now that i recall...

That was his gf.


Wednesday 27 August 2008

To Do List:
    • Work on Oct EnÜ
    • Do olde man G. Moo's assessment
    • Month end report
    • S - Z conditions
    • NLP comic strip text

(colour coded for priority)

Worth mentionable blog post stumbled upon today:

Feeling:

  • Blessed for my other half
  • Aghast over the iffy situation in Darfur
  • Weary over the local political scene
  • Contempt for my split personality
  • Half enlightened half confused on my self-discovery
(highlight for well... hey, don't question me.*peeved*)

Wishes to proclaim:

I am a harmless weirdo.


Tuesday 26 August 2008


The weather is unforgiving. There goes my lunch date.

I'm intrigued by a lost stranger. A world of strangers.

I found a way to blog. Trounced Sandman's surveillance and barbs. Victory is sweet.

I feel under accomplished. Buck up, scurvy dog.

I am rocked by overwhelming insecurities. Even though all reeks of rosiness.

I need to edit the EnÜ. Fark.


Sunday 17 August 2008

Utter concentration needed

With 2 articles due on Tuesday, I need to shrug out of me writer's block.
Gotta make ma day, pronto!

Saturday 16 August 2008

I will come home

Dear blog, how do I tell her I will come home soon? I did not choose to not go home. Sometimes, with obligations, my time management becomes disoriented. Things I plan do not go my way as newer events pop up. No doubt she is one of my priority. But with new obligations at hand, little sacrifices have to be made. I hope she understands. I can take the jibes, they hurt, but what do you expect from someone pining for you? I wish I can allay the disappointment at times, but nothing seems to go in when the wound is smarting. That bit I can understand. I hope I can make it up one day.

The good thing about a blog is.. i can put down what I feel and bury 'em here. It's a small consolation when things turn out not-so-fine and you wish to look for a release without troubling anyone or hurting someone's feelings.

Hmm.. time to start brightening up & s-m-i-l-e~

Sunday 10 August 2008

Pigging Out


Porcine, as it seems, shall remain as a perennial favourite on Buu & my palate.

Curiosity aroused over raving reviews from
Yut Kee
's famed Hainanese Pork Chop & Roti Babi,
we set off one fine Monday morning to locate the purportedly history-imbued coffee shop.





Yut Kee is situated near the old Campbell's road. It's a corner coffee shop which is a 10-minute picturesque walk away from Dang Wangi's Putra LRT station.



Much to our dismay, it was closed on Monday.
Undeterred, we went back to the shop on the following day!
Now that's what you call porcine aficionados *winkz*



Stepping into the shop, one couldn't help but get hit by a huge wave of nostalgia...

From the floor tilings to the rickety chairs...


... the family ancestral picture yellowed with years


...and antique memorabilia reeking of age...





As we sipped on a cup of robust coffee, prepared the traditional way..


... the mains alighted.

Introducing... the acclaimed Roti Babi.

With a fluffy coating of egg dipped bread, the Roti Babi was light and delightful accompanied by its savoury filling of juicy slivered pork and tender onions.


Each bite was a moment in paradise..
*exaggeration,but it sure put me on a celestial pedestal of bliss while it lasted*


Coming right up,
our next guest is none other than Mr Pork Chop of Hainanese origin.


This dish was nothing to be raved about.
The chop was a wee bit dry, and the potatoes undercooked.
The sauce was just ok... until you add a dash of hero-to-the-rescue..


le Lea & Perrins Worchestershire Sauce!


...which worked wonders for the Hainanese Pork Chop.




Amazing how generous dousings of the sauce salvaged the otherwise disappointing chops, as you can see from the cleanly-lapped plate below.




It was certainly a worthwhile trip, and a wonderful experience seeking the gem hidden beneath the camouflage of the concrete jungle. And of course, we've vowed to make our presence felt in the nostalgic little shop. *winkz*


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