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    24 augustus

    The 12 Most Annoying Types of Facebookers

    Facebook, for better or worse, is like being at a big party with all your friends, family, acquaintances and co-workers.

    There are lots of fun, interesting people you're happy to talk to when they stroll up. Then there are the other people, the ones who make you cringe when you see them coming. This article is about those people.

    Sure, Facebook can be a great tool for keeping up with folks who are important to you. Take the status update, the 160-character message that users post in response to the question, "What's on your mind?" An artful, witty or newsy status update is a pleasure -- a real-time, tiny window into a friend's life.

    But far more posts read like navel-gazing diary entries, or worse, spam. A recent study categorized 40 percent of Twitter tweets as "pointless babble," and it wouldn't be surprising if updates on Facebook, still a fast-growing social network, break down in a similar way.

    Combine dull status updates with shameless self-promoters, "friend-padders" and that friend of a friend who sends you quizzes every day, and Facebook becomes a daily reminder of why some people can get on your nerves.

    Here are 12 of the most annoying types of Facebook users:

    1) The Let-Me-Tell-You-Every-Detail-of-My-Day Bore. "I'm waking up." "I had Wheaties for breakfast." "I'm bored at work." "I'm stuck in traffic." You're kidding! How fascinating! No moment is too mundane for some people to broadcast unsolicited to the world. Just because you have 432 Facebook friends doesn't mean we all want to know when you're waiting for the bus.

    2) The Self-Promoter. OK, so we've probably all posted at least once about some achievement. And sure, maybe your friends really do want to read the fascinating article you wrote about beet farming. But when almost EVERY update is a link to your blog, your poetry reading, your 10k results or your art show, you sound like a bragger or a self-centered careerist.

    3) The Friend-Padder. The average Facebook user has 120 friends on the site. Schmoozers and social butterflies -- you know, the ones who make lifelong pals on the subway -- might reasonably have 300 or 400. But 1,000 "friends?" Unless you're George Clooney or just won the lottery, no one has that many. That's just showing off.

    4) The Town Crier. "Michael Jackson is dead!!!" You heard it from me first! Me, and the 213,000 other people who all saw it on TMZ. These Matt Drudge wannabes are the reason many of us learn of breaking news not from TV or news sites but from online social networks. In their rush to trumpet the news, these people also spread rumors, half-truths and innuendo. No, Jeff Goldblum did not plunge to his death from a New Zealand cliff.

    5) The TMIer. "Brad is heading to Walgreens to buy something for these pesky hemorrhoids." Boundaries of privacy and decorum don't seem to exist for these too-much-information updaters, who unabashedly offer up details about their sex lives, marital troubles and bodily functions. Thanks for sharing.

    6) The Bad Grammarian. "So sad about Fara Fauset but Im so gladd its friday yippe". Yes, I know the punctuation rules are different in the digital world. And, no, no one likes a spelling-Nazi schoolmarm. But you sound like a moron.

    7) The Sympathy-Baiter. "Barbara is feeling sad today." "Man, am I glad that's over." "Jim could really use some good news about now." Like anglers hunting for fish, these sad sacks cast out their hooks -- baited with vague tales of woe -- in the hopes of landing concerned responses. Genuine bad news is one thing, but these manipulative posts are just pleas for attention.

    8) The Lurker. The Peeping Toms of Facebook, these voyeurs are too cautious, or maybe too lazy, to update their status or write on your wall. But once in a while, you'll be talking to them and they'll mention something you posted, so you know they're on your page, hiding in the shadows. It's just a little creepy.

    9) The Crank. These curmudgeons, like the trolls who spew hate in blog comments, never met something they couldn't complain about. "Carl isn't really that impressed with idiots who don't realize how idiotic they are." [Actual status update.] Keep spreading the love.

    10) The Paparazzo. Ever visit your Facebook page and discover that someone's posted a photo of you from last weekend's party -- a photo you didn't authorize and haven't even seen? You'd really rather not have to explain to your mom why you were leering like a drunken hyena and French-kissing a bottle of Jagermeister.

    11) The Maddening Obscurist. "If not now then when?" "You'll see..." "Grist for the mill." "John is, small world." "Dave thought he was immune, but no. No, he is not." [Actual status updates, all.] Sorry, but you're not being mysterious -- just nonsensical.

    12) The Chronic Inviter. "Support my cause. Sign my petition. Play Mafia Wars with me. Which 'Star Trek' character are you? Here are the 'Top 5 cars I have personally owned.' Here are '25 Things About Me.' Here's a drink. What drink are you? We're related! I took the 'What President Are You?' quiz and found out I'm Millard Fillmore! What president are you?"

    Excerpt from CNN.com
    By Brandon Griggs
    CNN
    26 juli

    Yasmin Ahmad (1958 - 2009): May Your Soul Rest In Peace

    Yasmin Ahmad passed away while in the ICU of Damansara Specialist Centre. It was reported by Bernama. You have been an inspiration to me for quite a while now. I've shed a few tears watching your movies and advertisments. I have posted a number of your advertisments on my blog as well. Your stories has touched my life as well as, I'm sure, lives of not just Malaysians, but everyone who knows your work. Your ideology of defying cross-cultural barriers is nothing less than inspiring. I will certainly miss you.
     
    Yasmin Ahmad (1958 - 2009)
     
    "The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along." - Yasmin Ahmad (Mukhsin)
     
    "It is as near to you as your life, but you can never wholly know it." - Rabindranath Tagore (Excerpt from Sepet)
     
    24 juli

    Spies of Religion? 1Malaysia Boleh??

    The following is an open leter from a Martin Jalleh on a topic of spies to the Catholic Church (I won't name the church). This letter was published in Malaysiakini and Mr. Lim Kit Siang's blog as well. As a disclaimer (or rather a reminder), this letter does NOT represent my views (at least not all of them anyways).
     

    An Open Letter to a Muslim Journalist “Spy”

    Saudara,

    I just read that recently you and a friend visited one of the churches that I belong to. I was surprised that you had to do

    it in disguise. You should have told the Catholic community there that you were coming and we would have given you a grand welcome.

    Such was the experience of the MP for Shah Alam, Khalid Abdul Samad from Pas (see * below), who was even given a standing ovation when he visited and had a dialogue with the parishioners of the Church of the Divine Mercy in Shah Alam last year.

    Some time back I was attending a Mass (Catholic worship) in a Catholic church in Petaling Jaya and was very moved by the presence of a group of Muslim students together with their Muslim professor who had taken them there as part of their  “exposure programme”.  None of them were converted.

    You see we are not an underground church nor do we function in a clandestine manner. Our hearts are on the holy and not on the hideous. We even pray for Najib the PM, though I feel we do not pray enough for the Opposition. We also pray for people like you who do more harm than good to the name of your religion of peace, tolerance and compassion.

    Further, what takes place in Catholic churches is highlighted in our in-house newspaper which was quite unknown to the whole population and whose readers formed an insignificant number – until the Government decided to prevent it from using the word

    “Allah”. Alas, the Herald should thank the Government for making it so well-known today.

    Religious Misfits

    It is a pity that you have gone through so much trouble to “investigate” under guise what is going on in Catholic Churches or that “Muslim teenagers were being converted to Christianity in Kuala Lumpur ’s churches every Sunday”. You should have gone directly to the Special Branch, which sends it officers to visit our churches occasionally. Surely they will be able to tell you that you would be only wasting your time!

    As for the information that Muslims are being driven in droves into Catholicism (which you have concluded to be “false” in your article) it has been a fallacious and stale rumour for quite some time, spread by those who have an obsession and paranoia or by the increasing number of lower echelon zealots or “Little Mullah Napoleons” running riot with their brand of religion.

    In Feb. 2006, the Mufti of Perak, Haji Harussani Haji Zakaria, claimed that 250,000 Muslims (of which 100,000 were Malays) had apostatized themselves, while 100,000 more had submitted applications to do so. Of course he was unable to substantiate his claim because it was false.

    In Nov. 2006, about 500 Muslims protested in front of the Catholic Church of Our Lady of Lourdes in Ipoh following a SMS wherein the same Mufti had disclosed that about 600 Muslim students of the Ungku Omar Polytechnic were to be baptized by national mariner Azhar Mansor! (see ** below)

    The church was not converting Muslims but instead was holding the First Holy Communion Mass (one of the rites of initiation to the faith) for 98 Catholic children, many of whom were traumatised by the sight of a threatening mob. Imagine the very unfortunate impression the young Catholics would have got of Islam and of Muslims.

    The mufti who had proven to be more of a misfit, was not man enough to own up. He blamed it on an SMS sent out by a woman!

    Why no action was taken against the mufti, and why the authorities remained mute (on both occasions) over his “mischief” remains but a mystery. You must have been motivated by the mufti.

    If indeed the Catholic Church has the conversion of Muslims as its hidden agenda, it would surely have started converting hundreds or even thousands of impressionable young Muslims through its Catholic Mission schools which have existed for as long as 100 years, But no such thing has ever happened.

    The Muslim classmates and friends that I had in St Michael’s Ipoh are still good and respected Muslims today, and such was their appreciation and respect for the La Salle Brothers that they made sure that their children in turn would attend a La Salle school or a Convent!

    Sacrilegious

    Sadly, your disrespect knew no bounds. You chose to abandon all human and religious decency with impunity as a journalist and a Muslim. Under pretense of being a Catholic you participated in the church service and even partook of the Holy Communion (a white and sacred wafer) strictly meant only for Catholics.

    You consumed the white wafer which Catholics hold as very sacred and treat with utmost reverence,  and both of you spat out the remnants, photographed it and published the picture in an article entitled “Tinjaun Al Islam Dalam Gereja:Mencari Kesahihan Remaja Murtad” which was published in the May 2009 issue of the Al Islam magazine.

    I shudder to think of what could happen if the reverse took place — if for instance two reporters from the Herald were to enter a mosque disguised as Muslims, partake of the rituals and desecrate something which the congregation considers very sacred.

    I can imagine Khairy Jamaluddin leading a group of Umno Youth thugs and burning the effigy of the Catholic Archbishop of Kuala Lumpur and even threatening to set fire to a few churches, and Zulkifli Nordin rousing up a mob and invading the Herald’s office and demanding that it be shut down for good; or certain Muslim NGOs insisting that the two journalists be jailed under the ISA!

    It makes me wonder how does a “creature” like you exist in this country?  Are you the product of the educational, social or even religious system or process created by Bolehland’s leaders (also read as “Umno”) over the past 30 years?

    How is it possible that you could blatantly trespass into a place of worship, violate its sanctity, insult its adherents, even publish your transgression and completely ignore the implications and consequences (will there be any)? What gives you such audacity?

    It all points to the reality of you being a cog in Umno’s machine – a political party that has politicised religion for its survival by creating unfounded insecurities amongst Muslims and a distrust of other religions. Meanwhile it dominates, dictates, decides and even defines what non-Muslims can and cannot discuss, deliberate on, and display in print.

    Najib’s 1Malaysia is really Malaysia in one big mess!

    As I join my Catholic brothers and sisters in forgiving you (a Catholic duty we are reminded of!), I also pray that you will feel the full weight of God’s wrath upon you.

    I feel sad for the many good Muslims in this country who have a respect for peoples of other faiths, for not only have you insulted Catholics but you have insulted them too. Islam would do well without religious misfits like you!

    Martin Jalleh
    (15 July 2009)

    23 juli

    Acceptance? Struggling for it?

    One would think that by the age of 30 would have acheived a certain amount of experience and knowledge about what life is about and how to look at life. Frankly speaking, the more I know, the more discouraged I get about where society and ultimately myself is heading towards. As I progress through my career and going through life as they say, I have somewhat lost the plot. What am I working towards, for what, for who, for what reason?
     
    I've grown up in an environment where I've been taught to be better than others. I struggle for acceptance from a very young age. My education, my family, my religious beliefs, my cultural background (as a Chinese) and lately my career and my earnings. Never really succeeding in any of it, however, it doesn't really matter. It has all taught me a lot, but not enough for me to appreciate any of it, in the broadest sense of the word. Has it brought me an ounce of happiness? Perhaps, there were moments, but nothing ever-lasting. Some people have their families, some people have their careers; just some sort of aspiration, but really for what? I ask myself, sometimes, what do I live for?
     
    In the past I had dreams too, without any preconception or pre-notion of reality. Hahaha. I know it sounds stupid, i mean "pre-notion of reality". I suppose you can say, I never really wanted to grow up.
     
    About 3 years ago, I found out about this place called Machu Picchu, Cuzco, Peru. If there is any dream that I have now, it would be to live on the mountains of Machu Picchu. It was after reading Diarios de Motocicleta, to be totally honest. I would live my life as a farmer, who still believes in the barter trading. Free from modern capitalism and contemporary society and culture. Life is simple and without prejudice. Wow...
    16 juli

    It's Been Too Long

    Aww, man. It's been too long since my last blog post. I guess it is due to me being extraordinarily busy that I hardly have the time to sit down and pen down my thoughts although I have had certain revelations every now and then.
     
    Let's start with me settling down here in Singapore. I've moved to a new flat. The entire place from the inside is quite big, if I had to guess, it is probably about 1400 sqf. The hall way to the living area is huge. Because this is one of those "new" HDBs, it has a bomb shelter. It is part of the Civil Defence Shelter Act 1997, in which civil defence shelters are required to be provided in new houses or flats. Ha... It acts as a storage room at the moment. It has a rack for shoes, a unused bed and mattress and wine. Lots of wine. If we ever have to use the shelter, at least we won't be thirsty and sober.
     
    Anyways.... The living room is huge, there is enough space to insert a sofa set, the entertainment (LCD TV and a surround sound system), a dining table, a huge carpet area with cushions and all; and a bar counter!! Can you believe that?!! Hahaha. The kitchen is nothing to shout about, but it has all the necessary space and amenities for cooking and the washing of clothes. Yeah, it doubles up as the wash area.
     
    The flat has 3 bedrooms, in which I take one of the common rooms. It is quite small to be honest. But then again, all the rooms are a little small. That's the one of the drawbacks, I suppose. Big hall but smaller rooms. My room has just about enough space for a queen size bed, a basic wardrobe and a desk. It is seriously not enough room. I was hoping for some more storage space. But I suppose I can manage.
     
    The master bedroom is taken by my two friends. That room has about just about the right amount of space. The bathroom is a little small, but that's alright. All the rooms are air-conditioned except the hall, which is kinda a small mistake as the place can be a little warm sometimes. We need to open the doors and windows to properly circulate the air and thus cool down the place.
     
    From the way I look at it, it has all the amenities i need to live quite comfortably and all.  But that's all in the inside. Outside the flat on the other hand, it is a HDB flat afterall. Singapore's middle-class demographic are not the cleanest or cordial people in the world. I don't understand why is that. The cleanliness of the place was rather surprising to me as I have always thought that Singapore is a very clean place. As I found out, the flats are only cleaned like once a month for two days, by some building maintenance company hired by the government. They don't really do a good job in the first place. And the residents are no help. There are pieces of food/fruit/or something in the lifts, rubbish shrewn at some corner of the building which is not helping with the smell. I smell rubbish every morning as I get up to shower and go to work. This lack of civic conciousness and communal responsibility is quite disturbing for a middle class society, if you ask me.
     
    Anyways, until I can afford a better place or when the lease agreement ends in a year's time, this is what I need to deal with for the moment. It is ok, as long as I stay indoors or go out far away.
    15 mei

    Chasing Pavements: Adele

    This is a music video that I have seen recently. Reminded me of a prior event in my life. I think the song is beautiful and meaningful. The song won a Grammy for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. The singer won a Grammy for Best New Artist as well. The music video has also received a nomination from MTV and VH1.
     
     
    14 april

    Another Yasmin Ahmad Special: Family

    This is another Yasmin Ahmad commercial which was launced by the Ministry of Community Development of Singapore. It promotes the importance and value of family bonding, through all the imperfections of family relationships. Admittedly, I shed a few tears watching this for the first time and even the next few subsequent viewings.
     
      
    26 maart

    Blog O' Rant

    This is a two part entry as recent events have prompted me so.

     

    The first part is mainly concerning our aspiration and inspiration as human beings. Firstly, are we as the people, truly capable of achieving our purpose (whether or not it is truly amiable to others in the first place) or calling in life? Current social and economical circumstances inspired by ever so prevailing capitalistic agendas, has made me to believe that is somewhat difficult if not truly impossible.

     

    As someone who has grown to almost an age of certain competency with so agreeable experience and knowledge, it has been disappointing in the sense, that I have been so unable to do what I really want to do, with the resources/abilities/opportunities that I have been granted. Don’t get me wrong, in the sense, that I’m suicidal or anything like that, but is it that circumstantially, that my predicament is all influenced by the way the world thinks or works or REQUIRES me to be. I am who I am due to the prevailing forces of the world. That in fact, no true functions without the influential of others and its surroundings. Have I truly lost my way or is it somewhat a crossroad of insecurity? The plethora of reasons and factors astounds me.

     

    A cordial remark by a long lost acquaintance of mine, said that life is about enjoying every single moment. That may be true to put it in its most simplistic and perfect utopia. Unfortunately, such carefree attitude may be too nonchalant or cavalier.

     

    The second part of the rant, is inadvertently brings me to our interaction/relationship with fellow human beings. Some believe in karma for what is good will bring forth more goodness and vice versa, in the most austere definition I can muster up. Frankly speaking, it is a load of crap. Are we constrained and bounded by this enigma (hardly!!), that we reason with ourselves to inspire goodness in ourselves and others, that we hope the same will befall upon us? That’s rubbish. Have whatever that I have done so far brought me an ounce of happiness? Maybe to you, that’s too soon to tell. Hmph… The starving children or less unfortunate (in whatever shape or form), what have they done to deserve it?

     

    Personally, I have done some stupid things in the past, admittedly. But it doesn’t by any standards bind me to be less significant in terms of my doings and current outlook and demeanor.

     

    Anyways, ultimately in the two parts that I have mentioned, all I want to say is we are who are because of our past. We act and learn from our past experience, but not to ponder and hold ourselves and others to it. As we grow older, our problems grow as well, but we are more EQUIPED to handle them. It is easy to lose sight of what we have experienced and learnt. It is only with the calm back-seat revelation and clarity that we see what we are doing and its consequence.

     

    It is painful to watch our friends fall into despair and yet putting ourselves in their shoes just seems so easy. All the world’s best intentions fall apart in hypocrisy and stupidity. Self-esteem and confidence in oneself is another issue. We ALWAYS try to compare ourselves with others and this breeds contempt within ourselves.

     

    Life’s a bitch, we just all need to take things one step at a time.

     

    What if, with all that I have said from the very beginning, is all just rubbish? Perhaps, all I need to be less of a cynic and try to be more optimistic and positive.

    18 februari

    Meal Of A Life Time: Jaan Singapore!

    Many a food enthusiast, like myself, would love to wine and dine in Michelin starred restaurants at least once in their lifetime. This haute cuisine dining experience, usually reserved for the rich and privileged, now accessible for most of the middle-income earning public. The sound of wine glasses and smell of fresh foie-gras and caviar, bids a huge appreciation in all the senses, especially the gastronomical one.

     

    Unfortunately, the Michelin Red Guide is not available in Malaysia or Singapore, as far as I know. However, they do share the Tatler’s Guide to the Best Restaurants in both countries. As some of you would know, I subscribe to these guides. Not like I can afford patronise these outlets on a regular basis, but the fact that I can only dine there like perhaps once in many blue moons with the company of good friends and/or family, makes the dining experience all the more pleasurable.

     

    Suffice to say, my experience in this place that I’m about to write about, is not the most accessible of prices in town. However, it would be prudent to be a Feed-At-Raffles cardholder or a Raffles Member, because it would give you the much needed discounts. But in its defense, which I’m sure you will agree, is quite worth your lifetime to experience. Times maybe bad, let’s burn some plastic. The name of this deserving establishment is Jaan restaurant located at the Equinox Complex at the Swissotêl, The Stamford, on the 70th Floor, in Singapore. Try to imagine the view!

     

    Alright then, on with the review, the only pre-conception of Jaan is that it is a French fine-dining restaurant, that and many other fine-dining restaurants that I have been to, such as Lafite in Shangri-La KL and Atmosphere in Tun Mustafa Tower (better known as Yayasan Sabah Tower) in KK. Honestly, it is quite similar to Lafite, but this place is much more exclusive. Believe me when you only see only 12 tables, a maitre’d, the décor, just about the same number of waiters per table and the magnificent view. The chef is of a Taiwanese-French descent, André Chiang, which has graced tables in various Michelin starred restaurant around the world and no doubt is an accomplished master of cookery.

     

    The service was nothing less than attentive and friendly. The maitre’d ensured that we were comfortable and even explained our 7-course dégustation meal. I would have been more impressed if they had given us some wine pairing recommendations, however that was unnecessary as I choose an excellent South African all-rounder from Kanonkop Cabernet Sauvignon 2001, that would serve our wine needs for the evening.

     

    To all our surprise, we were served, which initially appeared to be some strange looking floral arrangement, “Bread sticks”, which is essentially broomstick bristle thin wisps crumbled with cheese or sesame. Accompanying it is an emulsion of smoky eggplant in olive oil and some sort of goat cheese dip. Thus begins our evening.

     

    Next is the amuse bouche, which is essentially a bite-sized hors d’œurve. One interesting fact that I have learnt is that an amuse bouche differ from any other appetizers is that they are not ordered from a menu by the patrons, but are according to the chef’s selection alone. Served as an “excitement” of the taste buds to both prepare the guest for the meal and to offer a glimpse in the chef’s approach to the cooking. Anyways, the amuse bouche was a green pea sorbet in a miniature ice-cream cone. Honestly, when first explained by the server, I was rather unenthusiastic about the prospect of a vegetable sorbet, but it had a sweet, organic flavour to it which was rather surprising delicious. However, it didn’t stop there, as it included a sweet emulsion of a green grape, trout roe and cucumber, decorated by an edible flower on a strip of cucumber. This gave us a rather definitive view of what to expect next.

     

       

     

    Then starts the meal, with its first course. The Légumes Oubiliés, or the Salad of “Forgotten vegetables” with olive oil sorbet and ocean trout confit. Served on a large rectangular plate initially appeared as a montage of some fairy tale comprising of exotic shapes and colours. Some of the “vegetables” include white carrots, baby sorrel, beetroot and broccoli. The accompanying “condiments” (for a lack of a better description) includes morsels of pink trout flesh, preserved apple chunks and the olive oil sorbet that is spread evenly below each morsel of edible goodness.

     

     

    The next course is one of my favourites of the evening, the Ventriche de thon “Toro”, consisting of Japanese toro, aubergine ratte, potato tartine and smoked basil vinaigrette. Premium tuna belly cooked in the best way possible. Slightly smoky without the overbearing fishy taste. On the sides, tiny cubes of aubergine ratte laid with either caviar or basil. Oh-so-luxurious to say the least.

     

     

    This is subsequently followed, by a dish, simply called Foie Gras. The description states, “Porcini, foie gras, porcini, foie gras, porcini.” Might sound simple but the dish is nothing but extravagant and elaborate. A croquant of foie gras atop with porcini mash, then a log of foie gras studded with paper thin shards of porcini mushroom. Simply divine!

     

       

    The fourth course is the Couteaux de mer, which is a “Fricassé of razor clams with winter vegetable barigoule, light vanilla lobster emulsion”. A white seafood chowder-y foam is spread over the clams with a sliver of a crouton (which I think it is). Unfortunately, I have forgotten to whip out the camera to snap a picture, as I was pre-occupied admiring and chewing down the clams.

     

    Anyways, another seafood delight, Baudroie, “Pan-roasted baby monkfish on black truffle aligot, fish bouillon ‘a la setoise’”. Served in a slightly deep dish with amber-ish foam with a tender white fish pan-roasted to perfection. To our amazement, beneath it all, lies two very distinct tender mussels. By now, I was beyond bewildered and simply just enchanted by the whole experience.

     

     

     

    However, the main dish has yet to be served. Anticipation of a grade-9 wagyu beef dish is just too much to bear nonetheless. Named the “Carotte Violette”, which is essentially, “Slow-baked ancient purple carrot, wagyu beef and pure veal jus”. The wagyu is just simply divine, from its fatty marbling which melts in your mouth that is a result of breeding and feeding regime of massages and the addition of beer and/or sake to its diet, to the flavour, tenderness and juiciness (medium-rare, I would add) as its caramelised veal glaze provides the exterior texture. On the dish, the purple carrot spread with the same foam as the previous dish (me thinks) and a tiny cube slab of what seems to resemble a hash-brown.

     

     

     

    As the richness of flavours slowly dawned its intricacy on my taste buds, it’s time for the pre-dessert. Our maitre’d delicately indicated that it is a surprise of our senses, he was certainly right. It came on a stainless steel slab in which was engraved “Jaan Par André” as a salute to his achievement here. Atop the slab, a lemon spaghetti sorbet decorated as a flower. Sweet and slightly sour-ish but refreshing nonetheless provided such a contrast to the richness of the previous dishes, seems to endow us with a reprieve.

     

     

     

    The actual dessert is nothing short of magnificent either. Sucré or the “Grand Desserts of Chef” – a trio of chocolate cake moist with paper thin wafers, Tahiti vanilla ice-cream with risotto chips and a fromage frais with dried strawberry crisps on a stick. Lusciously sinful!

     

     

    Thinking that this is more or less the end of our gastronomical adventure, we were yet again surprised by another compliment from the chef. Lollypops of white and dark chocolate, with three different assortments of cakes. I’ll let your imagination run wild with the photo illustration of it.

     

     

    The bill was expectedly astronomical as the view itself. We clambered away feeling like we have just past through heaven, but looking forward for the next perfect meal.

     

    As a tribute to the company I had, I would like to stress that meals such as this can only be enjoyed with the right company, the love and excitement of such an experience lasts a lifetime.

    11 januari

    How To Say I Love You

    I won't say much here, but watch this video.
       
    29 november

    The Maury Show

    I know I have not updated this for ages. And well, I had little reasons and aspirations as of late. There has been many changes that I have gone through and sadly, it will go undocumented and it will remain that way. If you knew me well enough or bothered to know how I was doing, this wouldn't be a problem. :P
     
    Anyways, back to current events. One fine and particularly boring day, I was just doing my usual YouTube-ing around. I found out about this show called the Maury Show. Showing similarities to The Jerry Springer Show, although i think it has more of a serious undertone and definitely less raunchy. But it doesn't merit it either. The show covers issues such as sexual infidelity, paternity test results, unusual illnesses, makeovers, or parenting. Watching some of the episodes, it clearly shows how much a certain population in the US regard as entertainment. Apparently, the show rates at about an average of 3.5 million viewers per episode.  
     
    At first, I felt a faint sort of sympathy for some of the typical guests of the talk show. Eventually, I remembered why I didn't like Oprah, Phil Donahue, Howard Stern or the UK equivalent The Vanessa Show. These trash TV programmes were similar in nature essentially. Explotation of certain sub-cultures and minorities. In the case of the Maury Show, the focus was clearly in exploiting dysfunctional families and distressed minorities. Most of guest were either from some blue collar country, trailer park or some real red-neck Southeners. The show (and the audience) took to embrace and sensationalise some of the worst stereotypes of American society and behaviour. I understand that these are real people, with real problems/plights, and his show tries to fix some of these problems. But it is sad to see how entertainment today exploits and trivialises these pool ol' people. It seems that some of the most viewed and popular segments are called, "Violent, Oversexed Teen Girls", "Paternity Test" and "Sexy, Shocking Family Secrets... Revealed". My goodness! God help us!
     
    Anyways, dependent on how curious you are, here are some links to some of my "favourite" episodes:
     
    29 juli

    I'm So Sick

    Time for me to post what I have been listenning lately. Musically, that is. Every now and then, an artist or band will intrigue me and I would feel compelled to whore it out to the world. So, I know that this band has been around for a while and I have been listening to thenm for a while now. So, it might not be new to a lot of you.
     
    Anyways, this band is called Flyleaf, an American alternative rock band. They do have that P.O.D. band label as well, since all their band members are of the Christian faith. But of course, that is disputable. Anyways, here they are with their single "I'm So Sick".
     
     
    24 juni

    Fuel, Transit Railways And People

    I've been relying on KL's less than desired public transportation system, for some time now. For some of you who lives in big cities, you can share in the pain. Amidst the buses, LRTs, commuter railways, taxis or Monorail in KL, its system of interconnecting one another is a fool-hardy effort to say the least; leading to nowhere significant at most times, and is rather time-consuming, if you compare it with your own private vehicle.
     
    The cost of utilising these systems is not as cheap either. A return fare compounded with the hassle of waiting for these public transports, squezzing in with the masses, not to mentioned the smelly armpits of many commuters; begs the patience of the mind and the nose. 
     
    I'm one of the few blessed individuals who live in Bangsar. The LRT system is nearby, although it is sometimes tough to get there. Anyways, what used to be known at the Putra LRT System, is now under the umbrella of the government-run and owned consortium of RapidKL. The consolidation of KL's two LRT systems, stage buses system and also the feeder bus system. That is about the only good thing about it.
     
    This morning, I was caught by surprise, by the amount of people using the public LRT. It was already congested before the fuel hike, but now it is just ridiculous. I'll see whether i can take some photos, the next time I encounter this hellish crowd. The public doesn't seem to mind packing it in like a can of sardins in one of those trams. I wonder about the pick-pocket crime rate on those things. Also, isn't it dangerous to overload those trains? I mean, most of the time, i can't even breath or hangon to anything, just in case there is an emergency. Normally, after two or three trains past by, I would be able to board. But this time, it took almost 45 minutes and 6-8 trains later. The fuel hike and the capacity of the existing public transportation doesn't correlate at all.
     
    Although I take the public transportation, apparently, the amount of cars on the road hasn't decreased. Just a lot more civilised driving now as compared to before the fuel hike. As inconvenient it is to utlize public transportation, it is still more convenient, safer, less time consuming and less dangerous (in a lot of ways), to just drive. an excerpt from Wikipedia, "Public transport can offer significant advantages in areas with higher population densities if it is efficiently utilised, due to its potentially smaller physical and environmental footprint per passenger." Keywords here being "if it efficiently utlised"!!
     
    My conclusion is, before I get dishearten by KL's public transportation, let's hope that the government does something about this. Otherwise, I would be forced to pollute the air and leave a larger environmental footprint, by driving my big 4x4! HAHAHA!!! Even my iPod is not alleviating the pain anymore.
    27 mei

    Aspiration From My Saviour

    I'm sure to some of you who know me, probably thinks i'm not that much of a holy man. Well, that is really half true. I've never really subscribe to whole church going, praising the Lord in song sort of Catholic. Anyways, here is a passage that I keep reminding myself every now and then. It is from Psalms 23.
     
    The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
    He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
    He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
    Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
    Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
    Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
    19 april

    Trip Back To My Roots (KK, Sabah)

    It has been quite a while since my last entry. Why? Mind your own business. Well, to be honest, nothing to report and no inspiration to blog. Blame it on eveything else except me. It is not my fault my muse is missing.
     
    Anyways, just as an update. I have resigned from Manpower Services some two months ago and now with Standard Chartered Bank as a Problem Analyst. Well, their IT arm anyways; Scope International. Benefits are similar to those of Standard Chartered Bank. Prior to that, I was officially unemployed for about two months, which sucked. I know what some of you are thinking, why did I quit even when I had no job offer? Well, fuck you all, I have my reasons. Just joking, the situation is so bad, that all my former team-mates in Manpower have left or going to leave. I won't bad-mouth them further, against my better conscience. Things couldn't be any worst. No job, single again, and no money. However, I'm now happy to be working with Scope International, and will be looking forward to be there for a long while.
     
    Ok, back to more current events. I had a short break back to Sabah. This is in conjunction with my birthday that I was hoping to spend with my family. However, as I touched-down in Kota Kinabalu, my parents would be flying to the UK. Damn. Oh well, at least I would have the hole house to myself. I dunno whether it was good thing in  the first place, but so far it has turned out to be quite nice. I didn't have to worry about coming back late or anything like that. Anyways, celebrating my birthday in KK is quite nice, esspecially with friends and my sister lah. As the clock struck 12am on the 18th of April 2008, the staff and certain patrons of Shamrock took it upon themselves to shower me with 3 jugs of cold water. The rest of the night was spent getting inebriated out of my mind.
     
    The following day was no different, had dinner with my sister and some friends at Fish & Co. at Wawasan @ Waterfront. My sister had the liberty to informing the staff of the establishment to sing and dance there. Had a few fellas even take photographs as well. Time to claim rights to those photos. Anyways, had some drinks at Atmosphere which is located right in the middle floor (18th Floor, I believe) of the Sabah foundation tower. It is a revolving restorant cum lounge, where happy hours are from 9pm to 12am. The very potent Long Island Tea cost only RM10.50, which is a bargain considering the place is known to be quite expensive. Anyways, got quite drunk with just 3 glasses of Long Island. Had a nice hearty night with some of my friends; Eshmael, Brian, my sister and her boyfriend, Jaco, Naveen and his girlfriend and her friend Karen.
     
    Well, I'm still in KK enjoying myself and will be going back tomorrow evening. Will be missing everything here. But I hope to be going back very soon again and visiting my family and friends again.
    13 februari

    iTunes Sensation: Sara Bareilles

    The iTunes sensation, that broke through mainstream success with the single " Love Song". A bit old now (July 2007: most downloaded album (Little Voice)), but this is dedicated to certain individuals out there. As many art-ful pieces, you cannot take it for its literal meanings.
     
     
     
    This video was shot during the Sundance Film Festival. I prefer this "unplugged" acoustic version, rather than the studio version.
    08 februari

    Let Love Take Care Of The Rest: Happy Chinese New Year

    This year, I celebrate Chinese New Year again without my family, and thus feeling a bit lonely. It is unfortunate but unavoidable. Anyways, my hope for the New Chinese Year is very simple and has many people taken granted for. I am Chinese, but brought up in a not-so-conventional Chinese way as some of you know. But anyone who is Chinese will tell you that the love for the family is the most important thing in life. I couldn't agree more.
     
    Anyways, the videos below are something I found inspiring and also shows what I lack at times. The first video is about love and family. The second video is just so cute, but still conveys the message of love and cross-cultural boundaries are non-existant. Enjoy!
     
     
     
     
     
    I would like to acknowledge that this video is from an advertisement from Petronas, which I believe to be produced by Yasmin Ahmad.
    08 januari

    2008: Year of the Rat / A Year To Look Forward To?

    Now, let me see. It is 2008 now, I have not blogged in two months, where do I begin??
     
    Good Lord. It has been quie awhile ago actually. A lot has happened, but do I need to say them all? No lah. Wouldn't want to bore the lot of ya. Anyways, I'll start with the the most recent events.
     
    I've recently gone back to Sabah, for my annual Christmas with the family. As an obligation, I always spend about two weeks back home. Maximise my holidays, which includes saving up my annual leaves. Anyways, this year, unfortunately, only a few remaining friends of mine are home. This includes some who are now married or getting married. I anticipated many lonely nights there. Which turned out to be far from the truth. On my first night back home, I've arrived almost at 10pm, thanks to AirAsia "efficiency" in the sky. Was supposed to meet up with an ol' friend who just got hitched and I wanted to catchup. However, apparently, he fell asleep and I was all alone in KK, driving around looking for a drinking hole (all I really wanted was a pint). I found the place! In all its neon glory! Kilkenny!! What a bloody saviour. This Irish bar along the Waterfront, which I never knew existed, which apparently has been there for 3 years or so. Damn! It's name appropriately named, The Shamrock.
     
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    Anyways, I walked in, without a care, ordered my pint and sat down. A slow Thursday night (which was a holiday), not many people around at all. Plus it was about 11pm. A typical Irish/English pub in first glance. Wooden fixtures, cosy and slightly dank feel to the atmosphere, the DJ blaring away on the mic with music from the 80s. That was first glance. Not long after a couple of gulps, watching the highlights of the last's night EPL matches, the DJ came up to me, sat besides me, out her arms around me and said, "Why so late?". I could smell the Bourbon in her breath, so, I decided to play it cool. She apparently is the pub manager, and as slightly inebriated as she seems, she is adament that she is like that most of the time. Ok. Anyways, she like the professional that she is, is trying to sell the idea of the place to me. Like people come to this bar to socialise and be comfortable. She asked me why pick this place? Well, from the places I know, it is either crowded with over pretentious people, or too noisy for my liking for that night. Plus, who the hell can resist those neon lights? Well, all I can say from that moment on, I constantly came back to Shamrock to enjoy my pint.
     
    I've met with so many interesting characters from that bar and throughout my holidays, I came to realise that my friends were really not around and I could not have found a better place to hang out and just enjoy each others company.
     
    Anyways, in relations to the year 2008, what I implying is not that I'm forgetting my old company of friends or leaving the past behind, but to look forward to what's ahead. Because I will never know what is in store for me in the future. Anyways, cheers fellas, patrons and people of Shamrock, I salute you and a Happy New Year.
     
     
    17 november

    World of Anger and Animosity

    Recently, I've been witness to quite a number of angry and some very hateful incidents and conversations. I bear witness to the frailty of human kind. Arguements without any real resolutions, hateful remarks aimed to strike the heart, confrontations that results in anything but good. Have we all forgotten how to forgive and forget? Have everyone gone completely heartless and care nothing about others?
     
    Just the other day, I met an old couple coming out of a taxi in front of my office. Because the stop is right in front of the entrance to the office, by stopping there, some cars behind may cause to jam up a bit. Impatiently, the driver behind (in his black BMW), starting honking. Goodness gracious! Then, subsequently, as they entered the building, nobody bothered to open the door or escort them to the main reception area, although they were clearly lost. There were people there, but nobody bothered. I had to make my way back (I was going the other direction), and lead them to the reception area.
     
    I was in the brunt of a heated arguement, not that I had much of a choice, two bickering people who are just as stubborn as the other, couldn't even see to resolve the issue although long as past. Why is that? Nobody is perfect. Therefore, there is always room for forgiveness and self-realisation. Of course, it takes some time for some to fully realise the extend of one's character or mistake, but once that has happened, don't you think it is about high time to learn to forgive and forget? I'm no saint myself. I have faulted against others and others against me. Some may decide to hold a grudge, some feel remorseful, some even feel vengeful. I've learnt in the past that it is fruitless to stay angry all the time. Why let it bother me? I have admitted my faults and also apologies for most of it. At the same time, I have forgiven others no matter what the fault may be.
     
    It has been quite a journey so far as an adult of such. Maturity brings some peace to my soul and solitude to my being. "Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone".
    08 oktober

    Young and Innocent (Blind Faith?)

    Yesterday, I was at Sunday Mass at the St. Ignatius Church in Kelana Jaya. Unlike most masses throughout the year, this mass included the children (all of them should be at the age of 7 or 8, about 50-70 of 'em) receiving their first Holy Communion. The kids were all dressed in white; for the boys, all-whites with a red tie; for the girls, white fancy dress with a veil and even white gloves. Such a momentous occasion in a Roman Catholic child's life.

     

    For the un-initiated, the First Holy Communion is a Roman Catholic ceremony for a person's first reception of the sacrament (rite) of the Eucharist (The Lord's Supper/Holy Communion). This celebration is something like a rite of passage for the children towards the sacramental life of the Roman Catholic church. Perhaps, due to the child reaching his/her perceived "age-of-reason".

     

    For so many years, I have always avoided such masses as it always tend to be longer than the usual Sunday mass. But that's not the main reason for this entry, at least not to lament too much. For a long time, I have forgotten how to be a child. Everyday I'm surrounded by the prejudice and pre-conceptions of the world, that I rarely have any reason to truly smile. As a child, the atrocities of the world is, more often than not, hidden away from the child. A child will not truly understand such happenings and prejudice. As a homage to the film, La vita è bella, this movie demonstrates how a loving father shields his son from the evils within life in Europe during the Nazi occupation.

     

    I've missed such bliss and would give it all away just to be a child again.

     

    But then again, is it truly acceptable that one should live within such confines, oblivious of that all is happening or even accepting things that are told to us with blind faith? As a child, can they even truly fathom an entity such as God or a religious belief? Admittedly, when I was that young, I too didn't really understand. We were told to believe in something that holds no evidential proof, let alone having to wake up early every Sunday, just to listen to some old priest for almost an hour.

     

    I would bet that even some adults out there are accepting their beliefs as blindly as a child. Is it truly human nature of some to just accept the way things are? Or what's worst than the blind leading the blind? Would it be too foolish to say that we all lack some degree of understanding? What about the considerations towards other opinions on any subject matter? Why are they so many differing opinions on one subject at times?

     

    Anyways, in regards to the Sunday mass, although I smiled for all the kids, I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for all of us.