Meet Frosty.

For years, Frosty has served my refridgeration needs and served it well. She is from the Samsung family who make rather excellent devices, such as in the case of my Samsung Galaxy Nexus. Indeed, there are not enough accolades for the Koreans. After all, the nation that produced gamers who cleared Diablo 3 in just 5 hours of its release deserve nothing but the highest praise.

Jalhanda!

As a one-door fridge, Frosty is designed for space maximisation best suited for the single person or a happy couple. Or anyone really, who can’t have a lot of things in their homes. Frosty comes with the usual egg compartment and a couple side pockets that no one really knows what they are for. As you might see, I keep a packet of Japanese curry in one small pocket, and a tube of tomato puree in the other. I’ll probably never use them again but that’s the beauty of owning a fridge – the ability to change your mind should you have sudden cravings for Japanese curry or a tomato-based dish later on. Pre-expiry dates, of course.

For the wider, deeper pockets, I have dried goods (green beans, barley, scallops, oyster and other typical Cina-stuff). I also keep assorted sauces there because I have the most unfortunate habit of buying too many fancy dressings that would never be used more than thrice. If you don’t want to be like me, avoid the food section in M&S… or risk falling prey to gorgeous packaging.

Frosty has a vegetable box that I mostly use for storing beer. From this point onwards, you should know that Frosty has also been keeper of all things pork, both cooked and raw. Whoever is Frosty’s new owner would receive a clean (and cleaned out) fridge, but if things like imaginary lingering pig’s DNA offends you, you should probably consider looking for a less exciting fridge ad.

A ‘chilled room’ drawer lies just below the freezer. I am sad to say that I overestimated the weight of an item and thus it caused a couple cracks to the slide-out drawer. It is most certainly still usable; in fact currently it stores half a packet of tofu puffs, and some lower end newly-purchase Emmental cheese. If you buy Frosty, the Emmental cheese is yours too for FREE!

And now, Frosty’s Freezer. The most fought-for space inside Frosty. For an older fridge, the freezer works exceedingly well. Unfortunately as an older model, it builds ice BUT it’s easily de-frostable with just a push of a button. My housemate and I use it mostly to store ice cubes, though currently I have some Terengganu-bought lekor in there. Should you be moved to buy Frosty, I might be moved to fry you some of the utterly delicious, cannot-be-found-in-KL lekor. Might.

What else should you know about Frosty? Hmm I think she’s almost perfect except for the chilled room drawer cracks. My fault, entirely. Also sometimes the light doesn’t work but only once in a while. I’ve never figured out why, maybe it’s time for a new bulb? Perhaps you’ve noticed my foot at Frosty’s door .That’s because I was trying to take a photo of the inside, and I had to make sure that the door doesn’t swing back to close again. If you missed the not-so-subtle point I was trying to make, the door swinging part works.

So, how much do I want Frosty for? I scoured the Net (Lowyat.net, har har) and came to the conclusion that RM300 is a reasonable price to ask for Frosty, given her older age and good working condition.

But being Malaysians, I know how we’ve to ask for a cheaper price even though the price is already cheap. It’s okay, I do that sometimes then hide myself from society for a few days in disgust, ashamed of my cheapo-ness which is most likely a racial genetic trait.

Hence if you were in front of me and we were discussing Frosty’s selling price, I’d imagine the conversation to be as follow:

Me: Frosty’s yours for RM300!
You: Har? So expensive ar? Cheaper can or not?
Me: How much cheaper you want lehh…
You: Cheaper la, we fren fren mah.. can lah…
Me: Haiyah, you ah.. ok lah gua kasi fren punya harga.. RM250!
You: Aiyoh boss… kasi murah sikit lagi la…
Me: Wah gua kasi lu manyak murah, lu mau murah lagi kaaa??
You: Boleh laaaa kawan mah..
Me: Ok ok BEST AND LAST PRICE! RM200! Mali PJ angkat.

What an excellent bargain! Anyone? Let me know.

Note: Frosty has gone to a hopefully better home. As she’s a fridge and not a pet/child, I don’t expect her new owners to write. Thanks all 🙂

Just so we’re clear, this is a very short profanity-laced post about the shit movie that is Prometheus.

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Am I getting old(er) or did Ridley Scott run out of ideas? Or humankind has plateaued in commercial movie making that I really have seen it all? Has the world become so hung-up on big names that x film by a famous director can’t possibly be that fucked up? Are the advertising people from an alien planet that when they gather to think of ways to market the product, they do not take into account what the movie actually is about?

Ohh look signs and symbolisms. Ohhh this is supposed to mean something. That dot back there in the most obscure of places has the deepest meaning that would change the face of the universe, if only they knew. Read behind the lines of the lines of the fucking lines. You know what?

FUCK.THIS.SHIT.

Yes it would be fucking revolutionary if you did this say, pre-JJ Abrams. Whoah then all that obvious hints about there’s more to the surface shit would be like, blowing my mind. BUT WAIT A MINUTE RIDLEY SCOTT. Along came JJ Abrams with Lost and Fringe and that means you’re toast. Can’t use the same shit anymore. Yes yes of course Alien was groundbreaking in 1979.. wait a minute, that was 33 FUCKING YEARS AGO!!! THE WORLD HAS MOVED ON TO BETTER BIG BUDGET MOVIES AND SO SHOULD YOU!!!

(Except for Wrath of the Titans. Boy, was that movie maximum shit or what.)

The only good thing in Prometheus was Michael Fassbender who probably researched his role by watching Brent Spiner as Data on repeat.

Let’s be clear: Prometheus didn’t start out too bad. Then it fucked up in the middle and at end, it was nothing but a big pile of stinking fly-infested maggot-ridden @#*(@#)@)($&@#$*

AND ME WATCHING IT ON IMAX 3D MEANS DOUBLE THE BIG PILE OF STINKING FLY-INFESTED MAGGOT-RIDDEN @#*(@#)@)($&@#$* !

Piece of shit. Fuck off Prometheus. I’ll never believe in the Ridley Scott hype again.

Nah, link to a blog post talking about the hidden meanings in Prometheus. Doesn’t excuse the piss poor crap that is the movie though. *link*

I love my Mom. I also love pau jokes. So I told my Mom pau jokes. She laughed so hard that I got a bit worried till I realised she wasn’t going to get a stroke or something, then I joined in the laughter 😀

Q: Char shao pau and mantou went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried, but mantou didn’t cry. Why?
A: Cos mantou got no filling.

Q: Char shao pau and Da pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried but Da pau cried harder. Why?
A: Cos Da pau got more filling.

Q: Char shao pau and Kou rou pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried but Kou rou pau cried and cried and cannot stop crying. Why?
A: Cos Kou rou pau cannot contain his fillings.

Q: Char shao pau and Lin yong pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried and cried but Lin yong pau laughed and laughed. Why?
A: Cos they got different filling.

Notes for those who caught no ball:
-: pau/ pao/ bau/ bao = buns
-: Char shao pau/ Char siew pao looks like this: *click*
-: Mantou looks like this: *click*
-: Da pau/ Da rou bao looks like this: *click*
-: Kou rou pau/ kong bak bao/ kong ba pau looks like this: *click*
-: Lin yong pau/ lotus seed paste bun looks like this: *click*

I went last year. I went this year too.

Could have been better. Could have been worse.

Photo taken by someone, thanks:) And thanks, someone else for guiding us to safety.

Any questions?

I’ve a couple of photos that I just have to share.
It’s just one of those things that are really, really cute.
They are so cute that no one cares if you don’t agree.
I find them irresistible and so here they are.
Behold, it’s baby in an IKEA carrier bag!

Actually my mom did it.
She was helping me with my things.
And decided to put the baby inside.
And called me over, LOOK!!!
I turned around to have a look.
I laughed. My mom laughed.
Baby was not amused.

Oh don’t worry, it was only for seconds and for photos only.
These IKEA carrier bags are really very sturdy.
I have a few and really make them work their worth.
My handyman uses one to transport all his heavy tools.
I’ve used them for my books when I was shifting to a new place.
They are also used for my laundry and so on.
I’ve them in several sizes but always go back to the biggest one.
Insert overused line here.

Speaking of IKEA, they’re having a sale from now till March 28th.
I was at the sales preview, so many things I wanted to buy!
But budget doesn’t allow, so tahan first heheh.
The preview began at 7.30am. I was there at 8am.
There were MANY shoppers at IKEA already…!
Wah lau, almost like going to the pasar like that, heh.

I hate leeches.
They are gross, disgusting parasites.
I see no reason for their existence.
If I could rid the world of leeches, I would.
Traditional and modern medicine would have to find other ways.
Seriously, anything that sucks blood isn’t good for you.
Leeches, mozzies, bats, bedbugs, vampires…
Trust me, you’d do well to avoid all of them.

Why do I loathe leeches?
Because I’ve never liked slimy bloodsucking bastards.
Don’t know why I dated some… but that’s besides the point.
In my most-hated list, leeches is pretty much up there.
It ranks higher than frogs, snakes and even lizards.
And we know how much I hate lizards.
Actually you know what, it may be a tie.
I don’t know what is worse: stuck with a leech or lizard.
I hope that day never comes.

Every other guide says that leeches are a sign that it’s a good forest.
That we shouldn’t panic or freak out if they latched themselves on us.
And not scream because the leeches would not be able to hear us anyway.
Very funny har bloody har.
I made a pun, har bloody har har har.
Well I say screw that.
If a leech gets to me, you bet I’d scream.
Maybe not a full scream because I try to maintain cool, you know.
But definitely a yelp, a shriek, a shout.
Anyone near me would be able to hear it.
That would be their cue to come to my aid.
Because I’d have frozen in my spot and unable to move.
I’m sure there’s a description for that.
Oh yeah, coward.

But so what?
I can handle other pests relatively fine.
Give me a roach or a rat anytime.
I’ll chase and beat the shit out of them.
Give me a spider, a fly, mou man tai.
But damn you leeches for making my life hell.
Making me think twice about outdoor jungle activities.
Making me look bad when I cower in your presence.
Damn you, you suck.
I hate you.