Thank to Blog

Today is my first day at the casual work, as colour monitorist in Australian Paper. Basically the job is alright, sit at the office and form a good structure for spiders to make their cobweb. But when machines start going crazy, it also affect us, but the engineer is the one who are going to scratch their head! Hahaha. Oh well, for the sake of money, I will keep on working in this place. Twice every month, so shouldn't complain so much.

I reckon, MSN is pretty useless these days. Why so? Well the fact that after our degree, everyone are just too busy with their busy routine (some might not call that a life, a lifeless life). Some might be completely disappeared from the MSN world, others might be super duper busy with their stuffs even when they are online. Others friends who gone apart no longer has the common ground to chat.

Then, I used to think that Friendster or MySpace is a good place to know a friend's whereabout. But these days, they seem to be busy to update those stuffs as well. The favorite movie is still The Day After Tomorrow, even that movie have been removed from screen since two years ago.
So what is the next best thing? That you still can get in touch with your friends' lives. Well here comes the blog. I am kinda glad with this, although years to come, it may not be useful. But for the meantime, I felt like I can somehow get involved in my friend's life via their long-whined entry or just pictorial posts. You will get to know what is happening in their lives, how do they feel and their experiences. Unlike friendster or myspace, where you seem to think everything is in good conditions and the world is a never-ending happy place.

Of the cons of blog is some people are just too lazy to write up anything. Just don't have the mood to write up anything? But to some of the hardworking souls, I thank you for making my office life wonderful (yep, I like to read blogs in my office)!

Way to go Blog!

Penang Chiak in WH33

Sorry guys for the hiatus, been busy being a maid to clean the whole damn house and moving from one house to another...... Can you believe, in this one and half years, I have moved 6 times.... SIX times. I can soon be a professional mover.

I have been looking forward for Saturday for the last 1 week. Really looking forward for the Penang Chiak by three of us, Penangites who still stuck in Moomooland: Jason, Wayne and me. So we make an excuse to cook and talk cock (crap). Besides Wayne is going away soon, so we might as well give him a small small farewell party or some sorts. We are definitely not going to party because the voting for Australian election was up. We were watching Star Wars instead of the Election.

The morning before, we were planning to have a swim. But, because of my cramps on my left leg, I need to abandon the plan and left Jason to swim alone in the big pool. My cramps could be due to the fact that I drove manual car after donkey years and my left leg was hanging in the air most of the time because I need to prepare to step the clutch..... Anyway I will talk about that next time!

So instead of swimming, we went to Midvalley to buy all those ingredients. There is no Laksa's noodles (the Assam Laksa's noodles) so we need to go with kuey teow instead (rice noodle). We have Wing Tse to join us, because she is our housemate and we can't just drop kick her aside right?! So she get to taste all the good Penang foods, which were cooked by three big Penang chefs. After we had the appetizer, which was Fake Shark Fin's soup, only I realised that we need to take the photos of our foods, and make everyone drools like waterfall coming out of their big-round-cave-look-a-like-mouth-that-could-contains-flies-instead-of-bats. Therefore these are the pictures for our lil-Penang-kia-makan-party!

The whole table, without Wayne's Char Kuey Teow. Look how clean is our table, I bloody clean it before the party. In normal days, it is full with stuffs from our local housemates.

Jason Chan's Asam Laksa (I know when people see Laksa, they will definitely think of Curry Laksa, but since Penang is a unique place, she have uniques name for all their foods. Unlike other places!)
Description: It is not as spicy as the one in Penang, but the taste really brings back memories! I miss the sourish and spicy foods!

My Fried Belachan Chicken. Sorry guys I didn't bother making them into the best formations. Cause I am actually drooling and I am a person who emphasised on the taste of the foods, not the presentation.
Description: The belachan taste is nice enough! A bit salty for some people's taste but I like heaps of belachan in it. I am the chef remember! Just follow the Law!!!!

Wayne aka Tee boh eh Char Kuey Teow Ah Pek is cooking one of the famous foods, Char Kuey Teow

His creations, with my photography skills after I am full and in good mood to take some good pictures. At that time, my Belachan chicken are all gone.
Description: Although there is no bean sprouts (Wayne just can't find the bean sprouts, but got scolded by us for being so smart to miss out the bean sprout section.... And there is no fish cakes. But it taste quite nice. I reckon he put enough of oils to make it shiny and oily.

I was busy putting the natta de coco into the cups with Jason drooling and looking desperately for water.

There you goes, this is my dessert drinks (Lychee punch). With a pinch of vodka!
Description: You can taste sweetness from the lychee, and some sour taste from the lemon. And most importantly the vodka taste is there!

Jason wanted to make an extra dessert as well, something like Grilled Peaches, that need heaps of sugar, and eggs.... So we drop that idea since all of us are so damn full, not Wayne though. Wing Tse who can't drink alcohol looks like a bit drunk after drinking the Lychee punch. But I reckon she is being bored. Because with 3 Penangites in the house, they HAVE TO speak Penang Hokkien with each other. This dialect is what brought us together in the first place.

Catch the Cue, Mate. Not the Pool Cue

Disclaimer: This entry is a mere prediction expressed by Lex the author. Any offense should regards as a mere crap.

Past few entries post by Rona in Moomoolander is about a story which I reckon is rather crappy and this related to my entry as well! These are the Links: Crap Story and The After Crap Story. Okay, just to give you a rough idea (for those who are too lazy to see the link), it is a story about a New York guy saw a Melbournian gal in the subway in New York. Call it love at first sight or just mere craziness, he is in loved. But he acted too slowly, and he missed the boat when the gal walk out of the train carriage. However this doesn't stop him, he made a website in search for that gal and hoping someone will reply him with some answer of her whereabouts. And like fairy-tales stories or chick flicks, someone found the gals and they are now happily taking subways together......

Call me pessimist or plain idiot, I don't really believe such thing. If so, why the bloody hell are we still single? Okay, I might have the answer. The answer is: that guy's inner voice is not loud enough. Why so? I will explain more in details later.

I will say, there are heaps of Malaysian (guy particularly) being single for this moment. Maybe half of them? This is because most Malaysian guys are independent. They can cook, ahem!, and most of them are metrosexual, ahem!.

This is a rare sight. Most of the time, three of them will be in the living room crapping leaving Titin behind

Are you wearing the correct shoe, mate?

But the bad thing about this new breed of guys are, they tends to have crush (maybe fall in love) with gals that they know. I guess rarely you will see them going after gals who is walking on the street that look like someone they will fall deeply in love with. That is just not practical. Because people will look at you funny if you tried to start a conversation.

Now you are thinking what is the big deal with going after some gals that they know (maybe not deep, but I should say have acquaintance with)? Okay, if that particular guy ask the gal out (or maybe to have further relationship besides normal acquaintance), and the gal reject, what will become of that guy? Not only he lose his hope, but also a friend (that gal, idiot). The cliff between before and after he blurred those words out are dangerous. He could be flying after that cliff, but he might be falling down the cliff like a lost mountain goat.

This cliff doesn't seems too high, but how painful can it be when u got ass-poked by rocks at the bottom of the cliff.

And this cliff, made people create their own voice in their mind. Some of these voice can be loud like hell, others are more subtle. So you tends to think too much and misses the boats. Like the voice keep asking you, "What If blah blah blahhhhh...." or some sorts. Even when the gals are giving hints (which I reckon are sub-hints), the voice has already covered everything... So gals, don't be put off because the guy doesn't get your ultra small hints. Of course, these doesn't refer to every guy on earth. Like I've just said, some guys' inner voices are rather subtle, and they definitely know when to catch the cue. Even when there is no cue, they will just grab whatever chances they can, with no what-if-voice in them. So not to worry gal, okay?

So guys what do you have to lose? Block the what-if-voice of yours and start working up your ways to gals! Just do it! Don't regret your ass out when someone you like are about 1000km or even 5000km away from you.

My Testamur

Yes, after three bloody long years of reports, assignments which suck asses to the maxes, and examinations which took donkey years to prepare, I am Bloody Graduated! Although some of you might be confused, after seeing me wearing the graduation gown few months ago. That time, I still haven't graduated yet. I was a Graduand (someone who is bloody going to graduate, but have yet graduate). But now, I am a Graduate! Cheers to me! hahaha.

Can you imagine? Three years just passed without me noticing.... I still remember clearly the first semester I went into the university. I remembered how I met all my best friends, or most of them. Hahaha. AND I remembered clearly how I lost my loved one, just 1 month before I enter university. Yes, my Granny. I guess she is the one who supported me throughout my toughest time in my studies, morally I meant. She used to say this words that drove me insane and made my blood boil. She said (in cantonese, she doesn't even know a single English okay...), "All Leongs are not good in studies". Just these few words, made me try my hardest and prove her that she is so damn wrong. So yeah, that day when I got my testamur, I looked up the sky and said " In Your Face!". This is not what I've said. Hahahahaha.

But yeah, spent 3 damn long years to get a piece of paper?.... Besides this paper might not be so damn important when you come out to the working world.... I hate to bring this up guys, but most of my friends who finished their degree in Science, don't want to hunt for anything that is related to science. Or they get a job that is totally not related to Science. Not a single part of it. So what do the paper proves? You have gone through a bloody 3 years to know a little knowledge about Life? In that case, do you actually know what is Life? Classes, Lunches, Labs, Dinners, and more Assignments don't sound like a life to me! That's why I will always work in the field that I am interested in, which is Science. Oh, since I am here. I would like to bring something up. You look at this picture of mine. Not bad ay? Actually it is with the help of Photoshop. Without it, I will have a damn huge eye bags, some pimple-scars, and don't get me started on the other place on this picture.

Fridge problem

For the past few weeks, I was up to my head with the stupid fridge. Of course it is my lab fridge..... I figured I did not really post any entry on my lab as well as research, unlike some of my friends who tell very interesting stories about their Honours. I guess my Honours project is not as interesting as theirs and definitely hard to explain. I have a bench in the Environmental Lab ( a very wacky old lab) and a shared office.

Back to my lab's fridge. Well I have a fridge to store all my bacteria culture and fungi cultures which I've isolated from the filthy compost that smelt like petroleum and some shit-like waste..... Anyway because of the stupid fridge, all my cultures were contaminated. Even those I've nicely sealed and subculture. I am too lazy to explain everything, basically the cultures I had are not "pure". So I need to reculture them in another agar medium. Now, they (can say all) are contaminated with Aspergillus, one of my fungi. WHY???

This is because the fridge is set at bloody 10 degrees. There is no knob to adjust the temperature.... Even my house's fridge there is a knob for us to tune the temperature accordingly. That day, I spent the 1 hour to clean the whole damn fridge, and disinfect it with alcohol. PS. I did not pour wine/whiskey/vodka/tequila/absinthe into the fridge. I whipped the fridge with what you call a 80% Ethanol. If you were to dare to drink it, I reckon you will die of liver failure, on the spot!

Okay, thinking that the temperature might go down after I've bloody washed it. NO....... What I found next really surprising and yet funny. I found Drosophila flies flying in the fridge. Well at 10 degree Celcius, it is just nice for them to have a Refreshing and Cool time! Even when I bloody send an emails to the fridge manufacturer days ago, there have yet reply to me..... There is no the adjustable knob everywhere, no inside, outside, below and on top of the fridge.......

This is the problem with such tedious project. If you start dealing with bacteria and fungi, everything that you do which has contact with them needed to be sterilised. All waste has to be sterilised as well. Contaminations are inevitable and you just have to pray hard you won't come across contamination (which probably won't happen). The whole actually do smell like fungi ( and I am breathing in all these time, my poor lungs). When I see some of my coursemate projects, they basically do not need to wear gloves everything they do stuffs because they were dealing with plants and enzymes and these are not hazardous. Mine is interesting (to me) but they are pretty hazardous..... So who is to blame? ME. Yes, it is me who should be blamed. For being such a choosy person to choose the project that is very interesting me to, yet kinda hazardous.... Hahahaha.

Okay here two pictures of my lab and office.

My lab bench, with my babies cultures.

My office, with my bibles!