A couple of days ago I was dying for a nice big juicy burger. But right now, after looking at the pictures from a blog Merlvyn showed me, I don't think I'll be having any burgers for a while.

The pictures you are about to see contains excessively fatty material and is not suitable for the those with dangerously high cholestrol levels. After five pictures or more, you may experience a knifelike stabbing sensation on the chest as the arteries begin to clog up.

Consider yourself warned.



Let's start this off with a healthy breakfast.

Ham and cheese sandwich topped with 11 egg yolks

and the burgers take over..

Lankford's Gluttoneer
- mutation of a burger if you like

Bacon Chees Pizza Burger
- can't decide which to eat? Have them both!


Sanwich of Knowledge
- Have a piece of knowledge before you die.


30,000 Calorie Sandwich

but why do we need carbohydrates? buns? bread? I say NO! i just want MEAT!

120 Ounce Steak
- Rawrr!

all on board the MEAT SHIP

Deep Fried White Castle Burgers

Deep Fried Mars Bars

Sungha Jung.

I really like watching him play this song. I was already so amazed when I watchd Andy Mckee play it, but coming from a little boy who could barely hold up his guitar it seems, is absolutely brilliant.

Behold,

Bye world.

When I was little, I used to pretend that my bed was a spaceship. Every night I would take off through the roof which would open up like a hatch, for random missions (most of the time it was to rescue a girl on some unknown planet).

There were imaginary buttons at the side of my bed which I would flick to power up the ship as well as order a burger. I remember how the burger would come tumbling down like how a canned drink would tumble down a vending machine.

Once my ship is all powered up, I would close my eyes and picture my spaceship hover around my neighbourhood for a few minutes before jetting off toward the stars.

I never saved the girl because I always end up falling asleep before I reached the planet.


But I'm taking off for good now. I'm leaving this world. I've grown tired of how things work. We are all hypocrites. If we consider everything, we are actually who we hate. I'm tired of gravity. I'm tired of how almost everything is bound under Newton's Laws. Every action, there is an equal an opposite reaction.

I'm off to a planet where perfection is not a myth. This is goodbye gravity.

I cooked my first steak today. ho ho ho!

The steak was a little dry and I should have used the stock from the steak to make the gravy. Oh well, I still have 2 more pieces to experiment with.




Anyways, I hope I'll grow into the person I've always wanted to be.

grow! grow! grow!

It finally snowed in Cardiff today.

Before that, I had already given up hopes of ever seeing white fluffy flakes falling from the sky in Cardiff which BBC weather played a part in (e.g:- Wednesday's summary for 21.00 is set for Light Snow *looks out window* *nothing*)



Anyways, it freaking snowed today. The streets and rooftops were covered in white snow. It did seem like the clouds fell from the sky and just sat there.



So, being the sakai Malaysians that we are, we armed ourselves with cameras (some with tripods as well) and head out to the park at fricking 7 am, before the sun melted away all the joy.


We shook trees to make the snow fall on us, we threw huge snow balls around, some of us even ate some snow!
It must have been a disturbing sight for the general public. Ok lar... probably not as hardcore as you might think.

but some of us really did eat some snow. you know who you are. :P

Oh Bar Qua.


It's been so long since the last time I set my lips on your... sweet, glossy skin.....



All I can think of were the times you would tease me, sitting there in your little transparent TapHerWear next to the Pyne-apell Tartes, with your slightly burnt aroma. You drive me crazy! Some people call you Rougan... but you won't answer to them. No, you'll only answer to me. You'll only answer to Bar Qua...



There were nights where I can not hold back the insatiable craving for the gustatory sensation that you often leave me with.

I would battle through monstrous obstacles to rescue you from the cold dungeons of the RayFriggoRator!!




I'd rip open the package and hold you in my loving hands and you would say, "I'm sorry things have gotten so cold between us."
And I would say, "Worry not my love. I'm here now. Everything is going to be fine."

And with that I would jump on my horse, Amadeus, and race into the forest to find the nearest stove.........




Okay. Lazy to crap already. Basically, what happens in the end is I find a kitchen stove in the Obamas' winter cabin and I heat up the bakkwa and I share it with Barack and he loves it just as much as I do. 20 years after that bakkwa is used as an alternative fuel in America.

See how bakkwa makes people happy?

Happy Niu Year.
PLEASE STOP USING IT. IT'S NOT SMART ANYMORE.


I keep waking up at 7 in the morning. I don't like it. I wish I could, like some people I know, just blog about what they really want to.

But I can paint.
Paint.
Paint.
Paint.



Happy Chinese New Year.