Monday, July 31, 2006

Calendar Battle: July

Emmeline Ng VS Race Wong

[Rules click here]

To be honest, I’m quite pre-occupied with other things now, so I’ll make it quick.

Emmeline Ng

The 2005 Miss Malaysia / World winner. She holds a diploma in Banking and Finance (RMIT) and a part-time model (notably for magazines). Born on the 25 April 1982, making her 24 years old. She’s 5’ 11” (1.8m).

I once did see her along with previous winner Gloria Ting at Jason’s Lo “Latte @ 8” late-night talk show back in 2004. When Lo announced her name in my mind I went “Who?”. To be frankly honest, she didn’t really look that pretty to me, even when I was basically sitting in front of her. But that’s up to you to decide.

Race Wong

Born in Malaysia and raise in Singapore, She’s the younger sister of the Hong Kong band “2R” (Twin’s wannabe). She was nominated for “Best New Actress” at HKFA Film Awards for her performance in “Ab-normal Beauty (死亡寫真)” [Wikipedia]. She studied in Curtin University of Australia. Born on the 7 September 1982 (23 years) and has a height of 160cm.

I never heard of her until I saw her in the calendar really. It was moments ago I when to listen to “2R” music. So-so la their music. Never watched any of Race’s movies too, so I can’t comment anything else.

Emmeline or Race then?

Emmeline Ng:

Standard white background so the focus would purely be on her. I like her hair, her pose and her legs. She’s a little bit too fair with the lighting style though.

Photo Style: 6/10

Looks & Pose: 8/10

Race Wong:

She’s also using a standard white background like Emmeline’s photo. I love her pose in this one; really showing her nice skin at the back. She’s a bit flat-chested for the dress don’t you think so?

Photo Style: 6/10

Looks & Pose: 9/10


Uoohh, it was a tough call to make. Both photos are really good, but I have to give Race a better point for her sexier pose and nicer skin. Nonetheless, July’s been good!

Reference: (so far)

LoveHKfilm (
Miss Malaysia /World Official Site (
Wikipedia (

Sunday, July 30, 2006

When Chinese is my weakness.

Yesterday I was playing paintball with my Chinese friends. The occasion was hosted by the Taiwanese Club in my uni. Prior to the day itself, I was really looking forward to have fun shooting people away.

I came back feeling not satisfied.

I don’t know how I could feel that way. I managed to shoot down several people in the three hours of skirmish. I felt the adrenalin rush when trying to snipe one person hiding at the bunker. It was like how I thought; tension-filled scenarios.

Yet, how come I do not feel good after the end of the day? Could it be that I got head-shot three times, twice on the arms, one on the body and one on the leg (lucky the paintball didn’t hit my lam par....the shot was close to my groin!)? Or that some fucker took a cheap shot on me when the game stopped for like several minutes? Or that I’m annoyed with some guy who thinks he’s a sergeant and actually wore his own military uniform before coming to the place?

Then I realized that it wasn’t all that.

It’s hard to not feel alone when you hang out with pro-Chinese language friends and you can’t speak a single sentence in Mandarin after “Ni hao ma?”. It’s even worst when they know despite the fact that you can’t understand them, they don’t make an effort to let you feel like you’re part of them.

I hate that feeling of standing there and being an idiot when everyone else is talking about the paintball in Mandarin.

I hate the feeling of being left out.

Sure, I get this all the time. Starting from the time I first moved to Subang Jaya till now, I always somehow managed to hang out with pro-Chinese users.

Yet, I never seemed to pick up Mandarin or Cantonese naturally. While I’m not a complete “banana”, my Hokkien seemed to deteriorate too over the years. And when I do pick up some Mandarin words, I’ll remember it for a moment and then I would forget the words. The only ones I somehow pick-up are those Cantonese swear words from Form 1 onwards.

That aside, why can’t I remember???

I wandered why I didn’t naturally pick up Mandarin when I was a little kid…instead I pick up English at a very young age. I even wandered how come my parents never talk to me in Mandarin when I was really young. As of now; my Japanese seemed to be even better than my Chinese.

I know I have to really learn it sooner or later. But I would like some support from such friends if I want more motivation to learn.

All I want to say is that….

I’m really ashamed of myself to not being able to speak fluent / decent / basic Mandarin at this stage of my life.

I really am.

For those who can read Chinese: 感到很羞愧.

P/S: That 'sergeant' even bloody smoked a cigar after the game. What the he really that hardcore?

My thanks to Noel for the Chinese text.
Picture of Skirmish taken from TopGun PaintBall (

Friday, July 28, 2006

Skirmish tomorrow!

Yes, after so bloody long time, I finally got enough kaki for paintball shooting! :D Now I can imagine myself as Neo/Agent Smith/Terminator/Rambo...

Hastal a vista, baby?

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

QUT Cirqutry Magazine Issue 3

My first ever written article in my whole pathetic life :D

View it here! (Jump to page 21)

Super short and nine days old, but hey, do I look like I care for this moment?

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Perth: Chapter 2 - A high-tech too far?

Wah, this has to be my first!

The moment I heard of this technology in Perth, I was so shocked I opened my mouth like those in animes.

When I saw this, I wander how come KLIA or any airports I’ve been to never came out with this!

Instead, I saw this in Murdoch University.

Ok, so that ‘technology’ was just a sliding door with sensors. We see that all the damn time.

But tell me, when was the last time you see a sliding door with sensors for…toilets???

Call me sakai, but I’ve never seen this as the entrance to the loo!

Imagine this available in some shopping mall in Malaysia. Kinda scary don’t you think? You can just walk past by the toilet when ‘swoossh!’, the door opened and you hopelessly smell the toilet’s eau de toilette. I hope you know what a common Malaysian toilet smells like.

What a waste of money to be honest.

Cool yet lame.

Ok, seriously, how come KLIA never thought of it...?

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

My neighbour, the pauper.

You know, throughout my time staying in Brisbane it is a common sight to see paupers, beggars, drunks and dickheads around the city and some suburbs. It’s quite often too that I get stopped by such people. Sure, they approached you for money or for ciggies just like any other beggars back home would….but the difference is that they actually fucking dare to threaten you if you don’t give it to them! What the fuck man….that never happened to me back in KL leh.

Of course, there are some exceptions. There’s one I remember who’s quite unlike the rest. He happens to be my ex-neighbour.

I’m serious.

Now this pauper has similar characteristics with other paupers such as:

1) Walking bare-footed out on the streets.

2) Sort of bald, and has an overgrown beard which he never wash for ages.

3) Wears the same clothes for months and months.

4) Has a certain style of walking.


5) SMELLS. Imagine the smell of stinky shoes, rubbish bin and expired milk combined.

Ok, the difference between this fella and the rest is that he actually has a place to stay. I have no idea how the fuck did he came out with the cash to pay his landlord, but he did. He even lives with a couple of more well-off men in the house. To this day, it’s a mystery how those guys tolerate that fella’s stinky stink stink.

Oh and he’s the quiet type. Goody.

Now, this is where I don’t get him, and hence I’ve nicknamed him “Smelly Cat”. And for a good reason.

When you have a house to stay, you do want to sleep inside the house right? Even if you do sleep outside the house to enjoy the wind or sunshine, chances are you would be sleeping on a hammock or some sort of bed right? As well as at the balcony right?

This is what he did for his afternoon nap:


He actually has a small plate and a cup beside him when he sleeps.

Don’t ask me why. I don’t have the answer. Maybe he thinks he’s a cat?

Smelly cat…smelly cat…what are they feeding you?

I’m mean, but I can’t help it.

Look, I know paupers are just paupers and they can take strange actions, but this has to be one of the strangest ones I’ve seen!

Smelly cat…smelly cat…it’s not your fault….

Monday, July 17, 2006

And so the final semester....

Well, this is it.

The very last semester for my degree.

Another four more months and I'll be back to Malaysia.

Thoughts of Maggie Mee Goreng, Bak Kut Teh, Laksa, a real nightlife, pirated DVDs, family and friends back home came rushing through my mind.

Another four months till I say goodbye to KlubKandy, winter, Woolworths, blondes, mad blokes, babes from all over Asia, Norwegian waffles, SBS, and wine. Of course, the friends I made here over the past one and a half years.

Maybe it's not my last semester for academic education. I do have thoughts on taking up a short-course. Drama lessons to be precise. But I just do not know how to plan it and what possible scenarios that could happen in the future is beyond my knowledge.

Many asked me why I don't intend to live in Australia. Some tried to convince me with the Australian salary, the open-minded culture, the true multicultural country, the alcohol culture, the encouragement of sexual intercourse and the lack of mosquitoes.

I just don't like the lifestyle.

I want to be able to wake up at 4 A.M. and still be able to get great food nearby my house.
I want to be able to get up not feeling like I'm about to suffer from severe hypothermia.
I want to be able to say "football" and not be mistaken for the ever so confusing Aussie-rules footie.


I want to be able to feel happy with those around me again.

Then a question came out:

Would I ever see her again?

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Perth: Chapter 1 - The first day & night

Phew, finally we landed", I said to myself. Exhausted from the five hour 10 mins flight from Brisbane and in sickly condition of cough and flu, but nonetheless excited that I was finally in Perth. Even more excited that I can step out of the freaking Qantas airplane, which provided me with terrible service and the crappiest airline food I ever had so far. Good grief, the chef can’t even get the taste of the eggs right!

Beware the eggs of Qantas

And what’s up with airlines and their failure to make decent desserts? I always thought MAS can’t get their cakes/muffins right…but Qantas’ were outright far worst than I imagined…

Anyway, I wasn’t exactly in Perth for the holidays. Rather, I was there for this NLC Conference. More on that later.

So, after the Aussie quarantine’s beagle sniffed my lan ciao and I lost my bet to my colleague Cinthya on who’s-luggage-comes-first, we stepped out and took the bus down to the city. Realizing that we’re without a tour guide, I called Robin to let him take up the role.

We’re reached the city. Wow, I’m kinda amazed that the city of Perth is very different from Brisbane…it felt more spread-out rather than Brisbane’s focused centre.

“You sure this friend of yours knows the way? Cause I’ll like to check-in to the Trinity College already” Cinthya asked.

“Don’t worry ‘mom’, he lives here”, I replied with confidence. “In fact, once I give him a call, he should perfectly know where we are”.

I called Robin.

“Yo, Robin…we’re at the city liao”
“Alrights…where you at?”
“Erm…I’m not sure of the street name…but we’re in front of this hotel”
“What hotel?”
“Criterion hotel…”


“Ok, I see Mcdonalds…nearby Mcdonalds”
“Ha? Which Mcdonalds la…”
“Er, er…nearby Subway there….”

No good.

“Eh, Ah_Mike, I just find you nearby Mcdonalds la…don’t go anyway ok?”
“Erm, Ok……” I said, with deepest fear.

And so the wait began. My ‘mom’ Cinthya decided to look at the souvenir shop nearby, while I scout for a better building to identify.

I saw Cinema City and immediately called Robin.

“Oi, nearby Cinema City there…”
“HA!? I was there earlier ago nia!!”
“Eh, you wait a bit longer ya…I’m on the other side of the city…”

It started to drizzle when the called was made. By the time Robin found us we were standing for about 20 minutes.

Another 40 minutes was taken up from the CityCat free bus…partly because Robin forgot the stop we’re supposed to be stopping at.

Nonetheless, we made it to Trinity College, UWA. Hmm…the logo made me feel like I’m back in high school again. I was provided with the key to room 246 of Argyll Wing.

My 'hotel'

My '5-star room'

Wow, the environment in the college is comfortable…hippies would love it!

Hours passed since then….


Five something p.m.

Off we went to Fremantle to feast on the best fish ‘n’ chips in Western Australia, the Cicerello’s. Joining us three is another good friend of mine Alvin, as I finally get to meet the long-hair version of him.

There’s also a friend I’ve not met for at least a couple of years, Ping Ping. For her, we waited even though we were starving…so we decided to pose around the area a little.

Alvin, Robin, Cinthya, Ah_Mike

The 'pose'.

The wait was long…but I rejoiced when I saw her. Damn, she’s still hot! A bit chubbier though....:P

Apparently, she ate already. Damn, the entire wait for nothing!

Nonetheless, she spends more time on her bf than me though so she didn’t join us for dinner :(. She promised to drink with us later though so it’s all good :)

When the dishes came, I must say, I’m impressed with Perth’s finest fish ‘n’ chips! Although, I had not actually ordered the #1 dish in Cicerello’s, rather it was my ‘mom’ that had it.

What I had was the Grilled Fish. I wanted something healthy apparently.

Nonetheless, I made a good choice. The fish is truly fresh…not too soft, not too hard. It’s a perfect balance! Too bad the chips and the salad was a complete let-down.

I sampled Robin’s Spicy Crumbed Fish. Oh, delicious!

And of course, sampled the famous Traditional Fish ‘n’ Chips off from Cinthya’s plate.

I can see why it’s the best in WA; unlike the typical Fish ‘n’ Chips you commonly get here in Aussie, the deep-fried fish wasn’t too crunchy! And it wasn’t too oily either…making oneself taste the actual fish itself. Wonderful! However, to my personal taste I preferred Alvin’s oilier version of the fish & chips.

Of the four dishes, I would go for Robin’s Spicy Crumbed Fish again…it just has the kicks for my taste!

Still the best indeed

Now with a satisfied stomach, we gladly welcome a good glass of beer into our system. Time to meet Ping Ping. Hello, Little Creatures!

Now, this pub’s special. You don’t get a variety of cheap shit beers like XXXX, but rather true, freshly brewed Pale Ale beer…and when I mean fresh, it’s damn fresh.

The secret lies in this picture:

Brewed on the spot and fresh to the tap, baby!

So the gang and I had two types of beer: Pale Ale and Bright. Pale Ale’s somewhat a little similar to the likes of Hoegaarden; there’s this special aftertaste of the Pale Ale, but unlike Hoegaarden, it’s nicer. Bright is a very light beer, so it’s kind to my stomach. However both cold beers aren’t kind to my sick throat. Talk about being able to take care of myself!

Oh, the environment of Little Creatures is quite unorthodox; it's like a lounge with a factory/industry feel to it....

Note: Strepsils and beer do not get along.

The new 'Wassup' ad, with a twist.

It was a cold night, but a good night nonetheless. Funny how I can forget to take photos with Ping Ping and the rest during the drinking session. No matter; for the next day is the day I would know how valuable this conference I’m supposed to attend is…

Why the statue so shy wan?


Robin Wong (
Trinity College (

Monday, July 10, 2006

Nestle ® FIFA Vanilla Flavoured Toasted Rice Cereal


Got back from Perth yesterday morning...many thanks to Robin and friends for

bringing me around the wonderful scenery of Perth. Will talk about my experience

there soon.


Although now that the World Cup is over and that Zidane ended his career in disgrace, that shouldn’t mean that I can’t write anything about this FIFA-tagged cereal. Now, this cereal is special simply because it has “magic”: it reveals soccer balls when you pour milk to it.

Wow, talk about cool.

[Scroll down to view the quick video review]

The packaging of this cereal is quite unlike most of the common ones. It has the official FIFA logo on it, and that it is embossed.

It even has a hologram and metallic print that shows the FIFA Germany 2006 logo to make it even more official. With all that though, I wander if there’s actually the unofficial product of this….Truly, all this is a sign of quality and with it being limited edition, and that at the time I had a World Cup fever I can’t resist buying it.

At the back of the box shows a step-by-step process on how to get that “magic” as well as a brief history on the match ball.

On the right side of the box shows a more detailed history on the match balls. I still love the look of the ball in 1970 and 1974; that’s the symbol of football to me, not the sanitary padding of the 2006 match ball.

Inside of the box is a shiny sealed bag.

And of course, inside of the bag is the rice cereal. You can smell a hint of the vanilla the moment you open it.

Here’s what the cereal looks right after pouring the milk.

Now wait a little bit longer.

Can you see the “magic”? :D

Well, not really magic la….

Looks and “magic” aside, I just love the taste of this cereal. It reminds me a bit of Kellogg’s Frosties, which for some reason I can’t seem to find it here lately.

The similarity lies here:

Look at the sugar content.

35.4grams for 100g serving…now that’s a real cereal for me!

If you can still get it from the supermarkets, then get it! I highly recommend this for those with a sweet tooth.

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