As Suanie Sees It

Holey crap! I finally (accidentally) learned how to use the Nokia N95 as a modem to connect to my laptop!! Go me?

It is funny how one never tries out things unless one is in dire situations. Well, for me anyway. As you may know, the house modem got fried so we’ve been Internetless since last weekend. Which is not so bad by me, as I have access to the Internet at work. Pity my sis though

But after the third or so day without Internet at home, I began to feel antsy and… well it’s just an odd feeling that I can’t properly describe. Unsatisfied? Unfulfilled? Un-omg-I-can’t-live-without-the-Net!!!! ?

So today while doing some usual browsing (ok I was looking for the Symbian 60 Scrabble application) I came across a blog with a post titled, “How-To: Using Your Nokia Phone as a Modem“. I tried it, it worked, HOW AWESOME IS THAT Z0MG !!!!!!

Okaylah I know thousands of other N95 users already tried and tested it. So I am jakun a bit. It’s still fucking cool

/end gushing

At first I was a tad reluctant to go. I mean, dude, I am 26 years old. The best (or the worst, depends on how you look at it) of my clubbing days are way behind me. Admittedly 26 is not that old for one to hit the clubs; the difference is that I *feel* old. Give me a nice cosy pub with soothing music, good cheap beer and good friends over struggling with almost naked young cikus for standing space anytime. It’s a cardiac arrest and a $200 coffin waiting to happen.

(p/s: I always write the above paragraph whenever I blog about clubbing. It’s a semi-excuse as to why you would see my fat ass out there sometimes)

But then I had the whole haiku contest going on, and the charming PR girl sweetened the deal with a pair of VIP passes… Matt Darey + free-flow alcohol = oh herro!

But I am glad I went, if only to see this big sign at one of the counters…

Do I kembang now or later?

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Bleh modem at home died, so no Internet at home until that bit is fixed.

Last Saturday, Dree invited us to his pad for Raya open house, claiming that his mother makes the best laksa johor around. I never had laksa johor by his mom before, but KY said it was fanfuckingtastic, so we went around to Dree’s even though me and KY just had a hearty lunch a couple hours before.

Dree looking all manly and tough. Yeah thanks for inviting us AFTER we had lunch, biatch.. Next time wake up earlier :P

KY tucking in

Chopped bits of this and that makes up laksa.. gravy not added yet here though

I couldn’t resist the power of the laksa

Side observation: you know you are fat when William, whose sole mission in life is to transform PJ-ians into baby elephants look at you in a sort of discouraging way and says, “you gained weight.”

Weird stuff I found on-line: the love poem generators. Here’s my take:

From the love poem generator 1:

Your skin glows like the durian, blossoms thorny as the lalang in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a ayam at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great penguin wing.
I am comforted by your panties that I carry into the twilight of Osamabeams and hold next to my nosehole.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sirap.
As my tetek falls from my bra, it reminds me of your George Bush.
In the quiet, I listen for the last snore of the day.
My heated ketiak leaps to my scarf. I wait in the moonlight for your secret elephant so that we may hump as one, ketiak to ketiak, in search of the magnificient black and mystical oasis of love.

From the love poem generator 2:

This night I shall dream of your bedazzling orange hair and hyena-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous tetek-music,
I long to sip from your watermelon lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged tomato of blueness — skimming vast continents of buntuts and rabbits.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our guavas.
Brilliant as wankinging potatos, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated pandas and tender pendatang haram hearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our quacking love chimes from our hong kong feets.
I press the crack that you wear around your neck against my buntut-muffin so that our guavas melt into one.
You will always be my little Delilah-cakes face, the hyena of my own wankinging eye of love.

Hey look, on my way to becoming Lord Bryan

Got this from Daniel, they made it for The Star’s Drive For Food contest. I wasn’t even aware of the contest, but apparently you need to shoot a video on any food/ restaurant under 1 minute. Here they are pimping the Damansara Village Steamboat Restaurant.

Eat steamboat can strike lottery and win overseas holidays, lmao!!

Nyeh, I’m back. Streamyx is at a crawling speed at home, so I had massive difficulty uploading photos yesterday. Oh well. Not that any of you missed me

Me and FA were invited to The Farm to celebrate Patrick’s 60th birthday bash. It was an interesting drive to Lenggeng in Negri Sembilan, as the map provided was not drawn to scale. So we just headed for Pajam, then Mantin and of all the houses we stopped by to ask for directions, we had to pick one with a woman who seemed to have a self-abuse problem.

We reached The Farm around evening, and the buggers had already started on beers. Yay! The proprietor of The Farm is Andrew, and besides managing a 7-acre farm almost on his own, he is also known for cooking with just an apron and a pair of shorts on.

Me with Andrew The Naked Chef

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