I *heart* Dany
My new official idol – Daniel Henrotin. (pen name Dany)
… and its not because he’s the comic artist for Tin Tin. *grin*
… more like because he’s the comic artist for Olivier Rameau.
Here’s one of his art work:
Home, Finally – First (few) Thing(s) I Ate
Chewing Gum. *grin*
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The moment I touched down last Saturday, Will brought me to somewhere near Cyberjaya for the most expensive Nasi Kandar i’ve ever eaten in the past 20 plus years of life.
(yes its high time to start concealing my age, now that it’s hitting 25… *blink*. *blonde moment*)
However, it did remind me of Ali Nasi Lemak from Alor Star. I remembered Pau’s dad always buys back afew packets when I was a lil’ kid. Pau and I would banjir-kan our rice with the given dark maroonish kuah. Its sweet, tongue numbing, but euphoric.
I remembered Ali Nasi Lemak being nicer in comparison. But that could be a memory glitch … you know, the way we’d remember things to be better/prettier when we were kids?
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Sunday, we went and tried out Bar.B.Q.Plaza at Sunway Pyramid. Since many food blogs authors had sang praises over this place, it made a place in my must-try list.
No, this is not a symptom of kiasu’ism.
Diversion: I had this sudden *dramatic* realization when i’m eating whilst pondering over the things I’ve read about Bar.B.Q.Plaza. I noticed, most food bloggers are pussies. Like… Paula Abdul of American Idol. They just want to be the good guys, giving the non judgemental oh so forgiving comments, whilst flashing their oh so adorable smiles with their food… like a blardy white elephant.
Pardon the brain fart.
Anyway, back to Bar.B.Q.Plaza. If it wasn’t for my love for their oh-so-interesting bronze hot plate…er, thing, and the freshness of their meat, I’d wouldn’t have shed mercy on them.
Other than that, it is absolutely not something I’d pay for again. Average price, Average service, Average presentation, Average sauce. Noisy place. Lack of seat. Long queue during peak hours.
And guess what, I’ve went there during non-peak hours and STILL, they didn’t even BOTHER to explain what I had to do to those two chunk of fats, nor do I know that I had to mix the condiments given, INTO the sauce. There’re no instructions, had I not brought my brain out that day, I would’ve killed them with my laser stare…
… *blink* What?
Sorry, I’ll stop imitating a Singaporean now. *grin*
Home, Finally – First Thing I Did
Finally, I’m back in Malaysia.
First thing I did on the first day of work was to process my claims.
Money had always been the ultimate motivator. The push, when I’m having the home sick blues.
Its not because they give me much. They don’t.
But mainly because I believe Singapore has this technology to create a force field around your purse when you know that you’re spending at 2.42 exchange rate.
Or may be its because … C&K had decided to create the ugliest shoe this time of the year. *disappointment*
