To the Lion City!

I’m going to Singapore tomorrow!

And yeah, I actually took 2 days off from my work (unpaid leave lah) which means I will earn
RM16 x 2 less!! OMG GASP!! THAT’S LIKE SOOOOO MUCH!

And here I am wondering why they pay us intern like shit.

Stupid exchange rate!! 1 Singh Dollar = RM2.30. Around there lah.

And my stupid chickenpie salary only limits me to bring around RM250 there. The good
news is…

THERE IS NO GOOD NEWS!

After conversion, I only have about 90 SINGAPUKI DOLLARS. Damn tulan now.

Hope I don’t get stranded there as I’ll probably be there for about 4 days.

Till then…cheerio~
(I hope Eggguy will post something in the meantime…*hint hint*)

Raining cats and dogs.

One sunny Saturday morning, I woke up and a heard numerous barking sounds from outside my house. I thought it was the stray dogs that were making ‘percintaan’, because it seems to happen quite often in my area. Apparently here, it is some hot mating zone….so bring ya dog here if you want some more lil’ ones.

But it continued on for 10 mins and I decided to check what the hell it was all about. I took my BB Gun a.k.a Colt .45 which shoots little peanuts out and headed out, ready for some action. My aiming has now improved alot, no thanks to the training I had during the recent paintball trip.

When I got out, I saw this!

So it wasn’t two dogs  making out, but it was this poor lil’ chap that seems to be lost. He wandered around the neighbourhood and I have no idea how he managed to squeeze through my front gate. But he’s here now and it’s all that matters, right?

I thought…hmm, finders keepers! I decided to named him spotty, because there was a
brown spot on his ass, not asshole.

And so began a beautiful relationship between a man and his dog, which happens to be damn, I mean ultra hyper. Maybe it was because of the soda biscuit with sugar which I fed him?

SUGAR RUSHHHHHH!

Spotty can’t stop running around in circles and he also can’t tell that the little stump on his back is actually part of him. Although I did enjoy chasing him around my puny garden and also having him chase me. Like small kid la we two.

I suspected that Spotty must’ve belong to someone else. Why? This is because he is damn smart! I ask him to sit, he sit. I ask him to walk, he walk. I ask him to shit, he shit.
And that was actually quite stupid because I had to clean up the mess. KNN.

The last time I had any animals listening to me was when I was filming the show Tarzan:
Lord of the Apes.

No, of course I didn’t. You fool.

See, he’s even so manja.

I think this was what he liked most. He kept turning over and asking me to rub his belly.
And I see him so funny also I cannot tahan..must rub abit la. Give the dog his moments la.

After playing with him for about 1 hour, I went back to sleep.

And when I woke up, my mum told me the owners came and took him back a few minutes
ago! ZOMGWTFBBQPEWPEW!!

Some happy ending, huh?

Riding the luck.

Every morning I have to take a gamble before I go to work. I love gambling, but not with money. I gamble with love.
Oh what am I saying.

For those of you that don’t know, I park my car in the housing estate nearby Pusat Bandar
Damansara. It’s actually illegal lah but I have no choice…need to save money. If I were to
park at the parking bay, it’s RM7 a day…KNNCCB!

7 x 20 = RM140 a month on parking. Wah…my peanuts pay also not enough ler.

It would actually take quite an effort should the government officer decide to walk all the
way to where I was parking, if he were to start from the Immigration office in Pusat Bandar
Damansara itself. And yes, it involves crossing highways, dogding cars and braving the heat.
So normally, they wouldn’t be so rajin la. Well, we are in Boleh-land right? Everything also boleh lah. Park illegal pun boleh lah bang…

But actually tak boleh wor!! The officer actually walked and SAMAN EVERY BLARDY CAR ALL THE WAY FROM PUSAT BANDAR DAMANSARA TO MY COSY-LITTLE-SECRET-PARKING area!!

When I was walking back from work…I thought, die la this time. I’ve been keeping a clean
sheet for 5 weeks and my record would be tarnished!

All those car was issued summons because they were parking illegally on the yellow lines.
Yes, see those line by the side of the road? Yeah, you actually can’t park on ’em.
Unless your father is the Datuk of my Datuk. Then can la.

So I was walking up the hill to my car with a damn sad face and suddenly… I saw this!

The yellow line didn’t continue up to this point. Strange.

I straight away looked up to where my car was and…

TADA! No saman! I didn’t realised I had parked just right a few inches from where the yellow line stopped. So technically speaking, I’m not illegally parked.

I dodged the saman by a few inches! Literally speaking.

Now ain’t that some luck or what. Thank God.
Remember kids, don’t park on the yellow line!

Makan Babi! Karl’s Beisl reviewed.

No seriously, makan babi.

Awhile back, I visited this place called Karl’s Beisl in Bangsar. Now don’t ask me what it means because I haven’t the slightest idea. I won’t bother tell you exactly where it is because I’m pretty dead sure that you won’t know where it is.
I’m also willing to bet all my armpit hair that you won’t be visiting the place in the near future.

Where? In one of the apartments located in Bangsar. It is so deep in that I would say only the residents of the apartment would know about it. Ya, it’s the area opposite BSC.
Why? Authentic German cuisine. Super expensive, super nice and superbly super.

Not that I’m a big fan of German food or what. In fact, the only things that I probably know
about the Germans are that:
1) They have great booze.
2) German chicks are hot.
3) Michael Ballack is from Germany.

Something nice about this place is that it is peaceful and quiet. In fact, my group and another
group were the only ones there who were having dinner that night. Maybe it’s because not many people know about it’s existance.

Our main reason to go there was to eat roti prata…with pork. Serious wan.
Then while waiting, we ordered a few appetizers such as…

Escargo! This little dish here cost around RM15. Pretty pricey won’t you say? Somemore
the snails are super small. It’s barely 1/6 of the bread. Delicacy only mah…
if you want I can go and catch for you snails from my garden and charge you astronomical
prices as well.

Then we also order nachos. I don’t know why got egg and salad underneath the nachos.
Maybe it’s the German way of eating it. If got rojak sauce, it would taste much better!
Nachos also cost about RM15.

Ya, its eat all you can for RM15 restaurant lol.

Nothing beat this mash potatoes! Seriously, Germans do make one helluva mash potatoes
dish! While this dish was meant to be shared out among many, I sendiri one man show and
nicely finish kow kow the plate by my self. It cost about RM20 I think. Sure as hell doesn’t come cheap.

Then finally the main dish came.

BABI HUTAN! Or babi bandar? This piglet was specially roasted and prepared personally by the chef, who happened to be a friend of someone I know.

Yeap, that’s the German chef. His name is Karl.
This place is called Karl’s Beisl. So um, I’m assuming it doesn’t mean Karl’s home?

Mr. Karl wanted to show his kungfu chopping skills to us. So he brought the
babi to our table and chopped it up into pieces for us to see. Like magic show only.

He pancung the head and belah the body into half like a watermelon. Kesian babi tu.

So we ate the pig and took the head back as a trophy. WE CONQUERED BABI-BABILAND!

And somemore got a variety of mixed sausages, ham and chicken. More meat, pork and even more meat. Make me eat until my stomach wanna burst. Damn sien of meat now already. But it’s a freaking sweet place to dine…provided you have the cash!

So um, jom makan babi at Karl’s Beisl?