fu*kin' limes.

Imagine this. Baljit meets diploma in culinary. What will you get? Hell's Kitchen that is.

After sitting my ass infront of the monitor for hours, my love & passion for reality television is starting to reignite within me. It's so damn bloody good.

Chef Gordon Remsay the headchef/owner of Hell's kitchen which is situated in the U.S although i'm not too sure if it's specifically in L.A or in New York but all i do know is that the name of this show is well justified with the fiery-always in your face chef who lets loose a concoction of rage and anger while displaying all that is needed to be a successful chef towards the participants.

The winner of the show gets to be the executive chef in this multi-million dollars restaurant at this new multi-billion dollars hotel called the Red Rock in Las Vegas and still be able to pinch some monthly profits the restaurant.
Trust me it's worth your time, that is if you love cooking.

A quote from Chef Remsay when a customer has very little pumpkin in one of the dishes he ordered and started to demand very rudely for more pumpkins " Sure i can give you more pumpkins. How about ram it all up your ass? " Ha.

Remember the Lime Margaritas i made from sunday? The fu*kin' limes got my throat all irritated and i had sore throat from that shit and then one thing led to another and here i am, absent from today's work at Charcoal due to a crazy flu. I hate to do make-up sessions. Frik.

Bon Appetit.

Got the guys daryl yann elica gerald jordan to come over to have dinner at my place and through hardwork and sweat managed to whip up quite a feast fit for an emperor before the emperor became the emperor hmmm..

Let's see what i did :

1. Macaroni & Cheese
2. Mussels cooked in white wine sauce ( didn't do too well on that )
3. Trademark Skinny Chef's Cabbage wrapped with bacon and chicken thigh
   
4. Diced tomatoes soaked in Olive oil and parsley ( gerald the fool forgot to get the baguette )
5. Pan fried Macaroni with the leftover Chicken & bacon & tomatoes with olive oil and garlic ( tho' it was not meant to exist in my plan, it was damn good )
6. Lime margarita but i used white wine instead

After dinner we moved on to a cafe/bar damn close to my place. It was Cafe Dormus this really cool ass place. It didn't look too appealing from the outsides but when we got in it was heavenly, like into another dimension ( not that i've been to another dimension ) however..
daryl and i shared a Pina Colada cos we didn't wanna spend too much *chit ching*
Discussed plenty of topics ranging from sexual organs to rich indos treating money with little respect.

chilled the night through there till 1 a.m plus.


Had a wonderful time with the guys, will be sure to hang out with you all sometime again.

You Have Got To Be Shittin' Me.

What an exciting day filled with exhilaration, blood pumping action through the heart with each & every drop of blood enriching both the soul and body.. Okay enough.

Managed to do ' well ' for my cocktail making competition held in school today thank goodness nothing broke / spilled / scared anyone in the process. Although i didn't get into the top 4 who made it to the finals to be held at the centre of clarke quay some time soon , i was really.. really glad we managed to break the ice between us. The goddamn ice... Many thanks to 'mrniceguy' you know who you are.

That few moments exchanged between us 2 let me describe :

Interesting :
in·ter·est·ing - Pronunciation key
–adjective

1.	engaging or exciting and holding the attention or curiosity: an interesting book.

2.	arousing a feeling of interest: an interesting face.

Why do i say that? Reasons being :

• She has got a relatively deep voice
• She showed a tiny little bit of interest in my drink which i thought kicked ass
• She drank my kicked ass drink called Dan Than Den Then?
  
• She wears this brightness-like-sun smile on her face
  
• She left as soon as i was about to ask her what she was doing in school
  

155 pax today.. Managed them all.

Oh yeah.

jai guru deva om.

Thank you guru deva - the beatles.

Teresa told me this particularly hard-to-please table-but-somehow-managed-to-customers were today's mystery guests.
It was damn fun yet frustrating talking to them.
Not because the girl is kinda hot but....

" hi ladies, how bout i suggest a couple of tequila shots to round off your exciting night? " " we're actually getting a little sleepy.. do you serve pillow shots instead? "


ha.


This puts the t in tranquility...

Got no vision to your sight?

Sad to hear a couple of the guys at work talking thrash about a fellow colleague who admits he is gay.

Like come on la we're friggin colleagues man. If we can't count on each other or even respect each other then it's f*cking bullshit if you wanna pretend like nothing has ever happened infront of everyone after all that thrash talk.

I stood up and defended that friend of mine. Not that i'm proud of it but i mean, if no one's gonna help him say something who will? Shit man, I mean so what if he's gay? Does that make him dangerous? Please man. Should you view him in such negative light is just so goddamn immature. Why not applaud his courage to come out of the closet and show him all the respect for his decision in heading for a different direction?

It's really saddening to know that although people have got sight, some are just unable to look at the right things.
Like what Blood of Abraham sings in ' Calling all Citizens '

Got no vision to your sight.

Juicy oh..

Met up with the guys at tanglin cc today at 230 was supposed to do so at 2 but the magical charms of ron's xbox reeled me deep into the console gaming addictive world cos i stayed over his place the night before. Damn that was good.

Its been so damn long since i held a damn badminton racket and it feels weird wielding it and swinging plenty of funky moves with it destroying oppositions in my way. After badmintoning we moved the hell out of malcolm road and took a bus down to fareast bidding farewell to Kwai and Olive oil then after we reached, liyan.

Jeremy and i arrived at American Club with the intention to rock the gym and to a certain degree we did. Thank god i managed to finish doing my chest workout bench-pressing a truck in the process and blasted the 1000 kg dumb bells with my herculean strength while Jeremy does his crazy-i-have-no-idea shit.

Soon after we met yann up at Shaw House it was the start of a journey that will inevitably eat away my resilience to defend the very essentials of Dan the man : Money
It's funny how the both of them got along well enough to make it seem as though they've already met many times. Probably cos i'm that very good middleman? Maybe not.

We bus-ed down to robertson quay on bus 143 and Gallery Hotel, we searched high and low for was finally soon to be in our sight.
Our mission? To find one of this damn good ramen shop named Miharu and bingo.

Their ramen kicked ass and we were perpetually floating on cloud nine sinking our perfect-set-of-beautiful teeth into those QQ chewy ramen mmmmmm... Nice.
Busted 25 bucks arggh..

Reason why i named this entry: Juicy oh... Reason being. . Fat juicy japanese red grapes.

It's like the same grape you find in any vineyard but these babies can set you back $69.90 for one box of it or $19.90 for a smaller packet of it. The size of it is comparable to a human testicle infected with tumor but i won't go too far in depth on that.

Jeremy being the nice guy offered yann and i altogether 3 grapes each after he purchased a packet of it and the 1st bite i bloody hell tell you..

was damn magical.

Imagine floating on air and flowing through different melodies of coldplay, lifting your soul up to the gates of heaven even though we all know that is called, outer space.

There were hints of red wine to it that brought along sourness and yet imparting sweetness through it's delicious mouthwatering juices at the same time when all these wonderful flavours collide. The saleswoman said it is bound to have 'stuckinyourmemoryforever' effect and trust me, it did. Time to treat me like a king and i might drop a packet at your birthdays hoohoo.

Oh yah, good fun guys!

The Tongue That Screamed In Silence

Shit man while having break today at work rang up Siangwei who was with the smokers at Funan to get me the 'hot taohueychui' from jollybean and ho ho guess what i got.

I popped the straw in and started drinking at the top portion slowly to check if it's of any danger and it was comfortably warm which is good.

However moments later, i pushed the dangling straw into the bottom of it and soon sucked a whole mouthful of... hot larva burning soymilk. Bad move.

My friggin tongue started changing in terms of the way it feels in my mouth. Tongue is supposed to feel smooth and everything nice but that 10000 degree celsius of magma one way or another distingrated my ' TONGUE CELLS ' and until now feels funny not in the hahaha sense but in the bad way sense.

In the evening, Dad took me to this really cool looking sichuan restaurant at good wood park hotel and beauty was all that i beheld. The whole hotel got a revamp and it really is so so much better looking now with its gignornomous main door and blah blah stuff.

Spotted a couple of angmohs dining in ordering a couple bottles of wines and i managed to cast my glance upon their Chianti Classico nice Italian Wine. That's what i'm told by Mr Loh back in school. So yeah.

Damn you funny feeling tongue, couldn't enjoy dinner.

Oh yes and did i mention i'll be entering the student's category cocktail making competition nationwide?

the wrath of lua.

Lua.

Oh yes. That surname strikes fear into the hearts of many.

If you hadn't noticed yet, this is written in contradictory terms meaning ... I shall not even explain.

I missed the morning briefing at 7 a.m today and got quite a bit from the MAN-HIMSELF, the one that inspires children of the future generation to grow up one day in the hopes of becoming like him. He is..

Mr Clarence Lua.

As if being late for an hour isn't that bad. Ah Seng, Siang wei the brothers of doom soon arrived and it made me feel worthy as a person for that bit of time and left me lying comfortably on my emotional cushion knowing i'm not as late as them.

It was so much fun today it's not even funny. I seriously have never ever in my bloody whole entire existence till today laughed so hard and it was all thanks to the joke of the month : James

Reason being he stinks. As in literally man.

Into operation hours, weiming,sheng and i were playing an asshole game. That is to play open number followed by ' oyahpeiyasom' to determine who to count from, leaving the chosen one to execute a cunning plan. And of it goes 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 * boom * I felt the impact of the hiroshima bombing.

I had to shudder the heavy responsibilities of a man and go straight into James face to inflict pain through truth and officially rank him as General Smelly which is of course the irony of it all human nature especially mine because i'm just not suited to be an asshole.. Ha.

Ok i shall just summarise the whole day like i had never done so since blogging :

• In a demonstration of authority in the hopes of creating that white knight in a shining armor impression to the new students in-charge, Lua shouted at the afternoon shift peeps

• Had lunch at NewyorkNewyork with the guys at work

• Destroyed weiming and david in pool at the restaurant
  

• Conformed to the magnetic attractions of gatsby rubber and their 'stuckinyouhead' marketing magics ( i.... can give u... gatsby )

• Toured citylink with weiming the bitch in the hopes of finding his cinderella new black shoes

• Had dinner with the man i look up to: Dad

• Got scolded stupid and lazy by Dad
  

• Had my takeaway satays ravaged by Mom

Yah thats about it.

Title?

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7-7-7 bingo.

ohh 166.

Oh yes i am dedicating this whole post to SBS bus 166.

For the past 2 weeks that i've been attached to Charcoal at the treasury building, i've always been taking bus 851 down to work but miraculously, fate perhaps destiny has brought me together with.... 166.

I spent every minute in the bus no wait , every second thinking how lucky i am to be sitting on the top of the double decker just next to a enormously huge piece of nose booga that was smeared right across the window.

What a sight.

Let me compare and contrast the 2 different buses.

851 vs 166

851 no chiobu
166 also no chiobu.

851 no nose booga
166 bingo.

851 smells bad.
166 smells not so bad.

after 3 rounds of evaluation, a unanimous decision has been brought upon the understanding that after fierce competition between these 2 bus companies. 166 of SBS emerge victorious.

Bravo, keep up the good work SBS.

ahh..

ahhhh..

good song.