Am glad Friday is almost coming.

Suddenly I’m in sort of craving over some boil “live' prawns. So brought ½ kg of it at the local supermarket. Back home had difficulty washing as the prawns was upset by exhibited behaviour of jumping off my sink.

Ha, they think can escape death? Wait until my water boil....

I'm gonna whack all of you tonight.
Yum yum.

Just then there this man came knocking on my front door.

Man: You want some kampong durian? Local durian, taken from this 40 years old tree.

Me: Ah...now also got durian delivery services?

Man: Around this area to deliver durian, I just see whether you are interested in kampong durain. Very good, smooth and fragrant to husky and bitter-sweet, I tell you.

Me: Err......ok I take one (seeing the man all in sweat)

(Then he took out a durian from his sack and weigh it.)

Man: Give you cheap, only SGD38/-

Me: Cheap?

I paid the man, took his durian with a dulan face. I think I have been taken for a ride.

Nick's 5 surviving tips for men.

- Never argue with an idiot. They bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.

- Never be rude to waiters as they will spit into your food.

- Always walk behind your wife or gf so that when you look at girls she won't know. Some more can show you're a gentleman.

- Never carry your wife / gf's handbag. You may be targeted by gays.

- Don't wear crocodile underwear as they are huge and when you bend down the whole world can see.

Here are some of the photos I took during Yong Meng's wedding dated 27/12/06


(See the red plastic bag? My duty was to carry Pork.)


(We reached the bride's house about 6:00am)


(Was asked to perform pole dancing before letting us in)


(I look really good in pant and long sleeved shirt..woof)


(Back to Yong Meng' house about 8:00am)


(Brother's team)


(10:00am at Lower Seletar Reservoir)


(I think I wear more pant and long sleeved shirt instead of jean in the future)


(For photo session, what pattern also must chut)


(Bobian...everybody chut pattern...I also follow suit)


(This is one of my fave....very nice indeed)


(Got a glimpse of me at the far back? Smoking lah)




(Sister's team)


(Look at me. 11:00pm, me getting very bored & hungry. Cigarettes ran out as well. Si buay moody)


(In my mind....what time go back. I haven't taken my breakfast yet)


(Wow..Yong Meng also never eat breakfast....how come he got strength?)


(The more I look at myself...the more I love myself. So smart. haha)




(12:15pm, finally back to Yong Meng's place. There's nothing to make a man hard and insane..like starving to death. Lucky there buffet waiting for us)


(The dinner at night)


(Security guard Nick, on duty that night..sire!)






(Was on the stage, shout Yum Sing. The next day...I lost my voice)


(This is the table where I sat that night. So many pretty girls...however none was available. Kanina!)


And now these are the photos taken with Stephanie's camera when we were at Labrador Park on 18/01/07.


(The Olive Ristorante at Labrador Park)


(Price here is steep...just like the slope in Labrador)


(Bear as usual in his happy mood)


(Now I know it true! Woman getting older..look prettier)

I came across this interesting web site about the "last meals" of prison inmates before being executed on Death Row; http://www.deadmaneating.com

Some of the entries look like this...

Saddam Hussein, Iraq, December 30, 2006
The menu:
Hussein had a final meal request of boiled chicken and rice. With the food he drank several cups of hot water laced with honey. It was a drink which dated back to his childhood.

Larry Eugene Hutcherson, Alabama, October 25, 2006
The menu:
No request for a final meal...he ate from a vending machine with family members.

Arthur Rutherford, Florida, October 18, 2006
The menu:
Fried catfish, fried green tomatoes, fried eggplant, hush puppies and sweet tea.

Aillen Wuornos, October 9, 2002
Crime: Lesbian, prostitute and the confessed killer of seven men...
The menu:
Wuornos ate a hamburger and other snack food from the prison's canteen. Later, she drank a cup of coffee.


So let's say what if I were to have my “last meals, what would I have?

Well, I'm looking into my crystal ball.
I am a simple man.

My only desire is to eat pork at PK house.

http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/254709/1/.html

Little more than a year after making its Asian debut in Singapore, the famous Crazy Horse Paris cabaret will close its doors this month because of poor audience turnout.

I knew it...I knew it.

I predicted it since day one they wouldn't make it. See.. there you have it!

Crazy Horse ticket is a hefty $75.

1) Is about 10 times the ticket to Yangtze cinema RA movie. There you can see many nights of breasts instead just one night. Singaporean very kaisu one you know.

2) For $75, if you go lap sap bar, you get all kinds of “horses” you want.

3) $75 for see and no touch? Given Singaporean kiasuism, they better off spend their dough in Geylang.

4) What art? What entertainment? Go to most immoral karaoke or niteclub, we get better value & pleasure than crazy horse.

5) For $75.......do we get real satisfaction?

6) Why on earth will Ang moh be interested, when they could see half naked women all the time back home?

Now.....will our future IR will be doom as well? I don't think so.
Simply Chinese love gamble.

The Chinese so love gambling that it's often said that if two flies are walking on the wall, the Chinese will bet on which one will walk faster.

On your pc volume and listen.

I just love Ah Beng.



Call me Mr Beng
Call me Mr Seng
Call me Ah Beng, Ah Seng

(Song from Culture Beat - Mr. Vain)

My dinner was this Korean charcoal barbecue restaurant at East Coast with these 2 friends of mine.


(The one wearing red giving treat, how nice of her. They are shy.....hahaha)

Once your order was place, the waiter would carry an iron basket of fiery charcoal from kitchen to your table. I thought we would have to grill the food ourselves but no.......the waitress would stand there grill and cut our food for us.

My love affair with Korean barbecue began this evening as my pretty Korean waitress was educate us on how to properly eat Korean barbecue......like tear off a small piece of lettuce to wrap around the freshly grilled meat or drip your meat onto assortment of sauces before eating.

I find the Korean waitress more yummy than the food itself, really.


(The one wearing green apron is the Korean waitress)


(Below is charcoal..real charcoal.)

Korean barbecue consists of lots of thinly sliced, marinated beef, grill chicken and a dizzying array of small, often spicy, side dishes known as panchan, to be shared alike.

I watch in awe as they send the spreads of food on the table because a Korean host must lay out enough dishes to cover the board.


(This is side dishes only)

You know what did I find most delicious of all?
The Korean waitress....yum yum.
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(I'm behind schedule, ...so I do a fast entry)

Another birthday mean another year older. However, I try to spend it pretending that it is my last day on Earth so I can enjoy myself.

If anyone is interested in knowing, my birthday was largely unforeseen event. I took the day off meet up with Bear who give me a treat at Botak Jones.


(Botak Jones at Ang Mo Kio)


(Yup, me....another year older.)


(Bear ordered 2 sets of 200 grams of ribeye steak and some side dishes)


(To be very honest.......my verdict on the steak: Fail)


(Bear gave me my birthday present. A lighter....swee.)


(That is Stephanie's car; yellow in colour)

She called, promise to bring me to a special place and so from Ang Mo Kio, we followed Stephanie's car to CTE. During the drive, I was wondering.....where could she bring me to?

Somewhere mysterious, secretive and to most people it was almost impenetrable, was all she can revealed.

Hmmm...maybe hotel? My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to leap out when I thought of this.

Finally, her car turn into Labrador park, I thought to myself I'm gonna have a heart attack this time. I followed her closely. From there a peaceful drive into the uphill slope carpark before the restaurant was in sight.

Well, her place is the The Olive Ristorante at Labrador Park. This dimly-lit café-setting tucked away in a secluded corner of Singapore.

Seemingly an interesting find, the dense trees of the surrounding park also gives it a resort-like ambience that makes a welcome break from the hustle and bustle of the city.


(Now you know how dark was this place)


(Stephanie taking pictures of me)


(Bear's hand suddenly appear)


(Stephanie giving me a treat)


(Pizza pizza decorate with real flower)


(Waitress came out with a cake and an improvised candle. Then they sang me birthday song)


(I felt truly awesome to have friends like Bear and Stephanie. Thank you guys so much!)

For Bear & Stephanie

Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
Stephanie entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, you painted with a smile.

With tender care, Bear added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth.

Both names hang right besides my smiling face.
Remembering all these years we've been through.
I have to thank you both....for being my friends.