Clue 1*: It is organic

Clue 2*: It contains haemoglobin

Clue 3*: It is NOT anything obscene.

Ans: It's my face. Swollen like the Nile in August. Hurting like the heart of Juliet. Omnious like the Joker with his pencil trick. And missing 4 teeth like most of Batman's victims in which he totally rules except next to Wolverine compared next to Rorsharch who is such a total badass my brain just caved in from their combined sheer awesomeness.

Excuse the pretentious BS language. Was doing literature just now.

Here are the photos I promised of my hostel.

Here are the photos of my uni classrooms.

Here are the photos of my latest assignment.




Actually, if you can't see them you may have to reload the page.

Just kidding. I didn't take the photos and you won't mind cos, who the hell cares.
I have a truck load of homework now and a bunch of assignments and blah and blah.

This is basically a filler post so my blog doesn't die on me while I scour around for some spare time to do a proper post. Something like what the Naruto anime likes to throw at us. Just that mine has less crap and useless characters.

The end.

Lynch:
kill without legal sanction


There is something I'd really like to lynch right now.

What? What?!

Random blog post ahoy ole' mates! Land ho! Please rub your eyes to take in a bunch of erratic words which will subsequently be follwed by a barrage of nonsense & cam-whore.
Antiseptic cream & ale are in the bunker. Rehabilitation not included.

I'm supposed to say something about my new school & home but I have so much homework piled on my head my brain caved in.

Homework is like mouldy cheese. The further away it is from you, the better.

Cheese, yes.

Cheese is actually very good. Especially when it's on a pizza. Coming out from an oven in Restaurante De Parma in Serangoon Gardens.

I'd really love to wax a lyrical as bald as a bald bikini-line here but I don't have the time (glances at clock) because I have to meet my girlfriend today & do stuff. So I'll just unload a bunch of gorgeous pics here.

Restaurante De Parma ~ Say that with an Italian accent & go dance cabaret


Mushroom soup! With a stick of something across. Eaten with parsley & a whole lotta satisfaction


Fragrant herb bread just out of the oven. You can see the wholesome grains bursting out of their fluffy confines. Begging you to "Eat me! Eat me!".
Eaten with olive oil and dark vinegar dip. The flavours just explodes in your mouth.

Ceasar salad with lettuce so juicy it had to be genetically modified.
The zuchinis & radishes personally plucked from God's own garden.
Tossed with pepper and cheese bits - Simply divine.


If that cow was still alive, it would have had the highest honour of being served on this plate.
Just look at that mound of succulent goodness drenched in glistening sauce with a merry bit of rosemary on top.
Lucky lucky cow.





Smoked salmon pizza with onions and capers.
The white cheese base was so light it was like eating fluffy clouds yet tasty enough to hold the combination of fish and bread flavours together.
The capers enhanced the tang of the salmon but did not overpower it. Awesome.
An insanely difficult to prepare dish that had me waiting 30 min but worth every single penny.


Spiced chilli and moist bacon topped with all the cheese in the world and a crispy pizza base to die for. Strong, flavourful and will make you fat. But that's still a good thing.

Humans are the only species in the world who willingly eat foods that induce a lasting, painful burning sensation, so says the professors from ScienceDirect.

Do you know why?

Well, I can't tell ya now cos that article costs USD$5 to read and I only read the excerpt from google search. Heh heh.

To all those out there who cannot eat their chicken rice without watery chilli - who cannot eat laksa without that extra spoon of sambal - who bring little packets of chilli sauce on long trips to Australia - who personally profess to be the "Chillie King" - Who boasts about their astounding threshold on spicy stuff ... ... ... I have just the thing for you!

~ *Drum da dum dum dum Dang~ Dang* cue mexican guitar music ~

Deep in the heart of Seletar airbase where the cacophony of urban life fail to pierce, where the lalang grow tall and the angsana trees stand like silent sentinels ... ... there was an elusive diner.
So elusive it was that my dad got lost 3 bleeping times even when relying on his hand-held GPS system.
Seriously, the place doesn't even have signboards! Just endless strips of black tar you drive on that spontaneously splits into forks and dead-ends as if flipping you the bird for having the nerve to attempt such a journey. Tsk tsk.

But it was worth it - oh lord, it was worth it.

We were looking for the obscure Sunset Bar & Pub - famed for their gigantic portions, fish & chips, pain-in-the-ass location and nightmarishly spicy buffalo wings. I shit you not.

The place was like finding a coke machine in the sahara dessert ~ Just look at the photo below.


If this were a panoramic shot, all you'd see at the sides of the photo would be an endless expanse of wilderness. And air-space. Romantic as hell, I tell ya.

Really??!! Is Singapore even capable of having such a rustic diner in its bleeding-edge sophisticated world of concrete and glass? Call in the contractors and the JTC! There is a blasphemous speck of old-world charm leeching on our plans for land maximization!


Sunset bar & pub, located near the Singapore Flying Club. Bring a compass to navigate around.

This is the most beautiful restaurant I've ever been to.
Amid the overgrown weeds and cracked stone paths, this place is a gem of an era long past that sleeps oblivious to the rapid modernizing raging around it.

The decor felt like one of those yee-har american saloons crossed with an airplane aficionado fevered dream because the walls and shelves were crammed full of airplane photos/trophies/famous (dead) pilots/ airplane models/ posters etc.

The place was also dim and smokey and choke full of liquor displays (like a true blue yankee bar)


My bro took the shot. He suffers from Parkinsons. Thus the size of the photo to reduce blur.

So so so, we're here to taste their legendary buffalo wings.
The wings have a range from level 1 all the way to level 40. What the hell are these levels for? Some chicken-mario platformer? Nope! These levels indicate how big your balls are because if you can take a spicy-ness of level 40 - you've got cajones the size of jupiter.

Guess what, my dad wanted to be some gung-ho manly man and try level 8. LEVEL CRAPPIN 8!
He heartily asked the waiter, "May I know the level of chilli padi on the scale?"
Oh-ho-ho-ho! The waiter gave a sneaky grin and said, "Chilli padi is about.... ... level 3"
So my dad ate the humble pie and we eventually settled for a level 4. And boy it was still the hottest thing I've ever eaten.


You wanna know what was the sensation like eating it? It's like someone made a pie out of tabasco and sulphuric acid and crammed it down your mouth with a wasabi-coated plunger. Then you douse yourself in kerosene and light yourself up. It's that painful.
Check out my hot-O-meter below:

Seriously, if you think tabasco extra spicy was the pinnacle of spicyness, you're wrong. And the crazy thing is, there are actually people who have tried all the way up to level 40, the bastards.

Anyway, enough about masochistic buffalo wings. The other servings at Sunset bar and pub were totally awesome and oily and scrumptious! Oooh lala~ the stuff here will clog your arteries faster than swallowing a gallon of lard.

And the portions were HUGE! I could kill someone with the fish & chips platter should I drop it on their heads.

A killer plate of food. Go ahead, measure up. It's roughly 2.5 times the size of her head.

Battered fried mushrooms. Yeah man~ load up on those calories.


The room was so steamy from the uber spicy wings the photo got misty. Or the waiter's hand had parkinsons.

The Sunset Bar and Pub is the best place for over-testostroned jerks. Buy them a plate of level 15 buffalo wings and tell them it's "just a bit more spicy than average".

Then sit back and snigger silently as you watch them try to prove their manliness by choking down these killer wings. Very humbling I tell ya, very humbling.

Hey, guess what?
The cobwebs stuck my keyboard keys together and so i have not done an update until now.

It also seems that not much will be missed because i am basically talking to digital air, right?
Right?! Is there anyone on this cold terrestrial plain of cyberspace who cares to tune their frequency to my virtual loquacity?

Alright, starting off ... ... I just finished watching The Mask of Zorro on DVD, so I'm up to my ear-drums in flamenco music and over-the-top horse chases.

As you know, Mexico is more than just sombreros and mafia - they have gold, crazy horses, foxy ladies and Antonio Banderas.
Good Ole' Antonio makes it look really easy flicking out a "Z" on any surface with a meter long sliver of aluminium too and he can jump down a 4 storey building and not break a leg.
Aaahhh... the joys of Hollywood.

My sister has come back from the land of Yankees and super-sized hamburgers.
She come bearing gifts of toys, clothes, perfume and hopefully not the H1N1 virus.

My brother just got his $100 pay check for a month of waiting on tables.
He will consequently blow all of it on pool.

My father wants me to do a $100 website for him.
I close my eyes and pretend i never saw that email.

Señor Zorror tips whips his hat off in a sweeping bow and heroically jumps on his gallant steed in a motion faster than lightning.
Then, galloping up the rugged stone steps of a building, he unassumingly places himself with swiss precision in the halo of the setting sun. Then, thoughroughly defying all logic, he and his gallant steed leaps off the building and vanishes. Suffering no bruises or cuts except the ones cleverly placed on by a cunning director and a cool make-up artist.

The End.

Listening to Angus & Julia Stone.

Because they rock my socks off.


Makes me wanna write nonsense,

A smokey bar with rocky chairs,
The jukebox plays but no one cares,
A gin & tonic, my dear friend
To drown my troubles of no end

Hidey ho~ hidey ho~

To drown my troubles of no end