Okay so I’m in Bangkok with a few friends.

I spent the past few days here following the girls shopping at Paragon or at flea markets like Chatukchak and yet after all this following around I didn’t buy ONE thing.

I nearly bought myself a Guess watch at Paragon. It was on a good discount and I was getting it only at RM600 but I decided that it still took a big chunk out of my already small pay cheque so I decided to do without it.
To add more flavour to my Bangkok trip, I fell sick.

Yes I fell sick.

I brought 10,000 Thai Baht when I came and I spent almost 15% on that on medication, ie antibiotics etc etc.

How sad is that?

So… yesterday I decided that I was going to do something worthwhile in my trip. I’ve heard plenty about Thai massages and Thai Spas. Apparently the spas in Thailand are a lot cheaper than the ones in Malaysia and since I’ve never really had spa treatment before, I thought this would be a good chance.

Only problem though was picking the right spa. Heck some of the spas that I see on the streets are well… well you just can’t help but wonder whether they’re the ‘good’ kind of spas or the ‘sexy-time kotek-massage’ kind of spa.

So one of my friends found a pretty good spa near the hotel and I made a booking for yesterday afternoon.It’s called Hapa.

This place has the most interesting door ever.

Check out the door.

It opens sideways for you to walk inside but when it’s closed it basically just looks like a glass window.

Inside we were all welcomed to a nice sitting area and given menus on the kind of services they had.

Everything from thai massages, to saunas, jacuzzis, facials etc etc.
I narrowed down 3 things on the menu that I was going to go for.

1) An organic scrub that will apparently remove all my dead skin cells.

2) A milk bath that will apparently really smoothen my skin.

3) A nice aroma therapeutic body massage.

I booked the Couple Suite at the Spa (not necessarily because I was with anyone.. maybe I just wanted more room for myself EH??)and I was very quickly shown into the nice room.

As I walked in, two Thai ladies came into the room and told me to take off everything and wear this disposal underwear they supplied us.

I stood still for a little bit… wondering if they were going to say something like
“HAHAHAH.. Just joking larr… you don’t have to wear the granny underwear”.

But that didn’t happen.

So I eventually took off all my clothes and wore the underwear they gave me.
After that I lay down flat on the bed and they started scrubbing this grainy organic thing on to my back. It was ticklish but kinda nice.

Okay after like 30 minutes they were done scrubbing me. I was asked to wash off the organic scrub in the shower so I did.

While I was in the shower they prepared my milk bath for me and when I got out of the shower one of them said
“Okay… take off underwear now”.

(which would leave me butt-naked in front of two Thai women).

Again I waited for one of them to say
“HAHAHA JUST JOKING!!! Just wanted to see whether you would really do it”.

But it didn’t happen.

So I asked her
“Underwear? Take off? Really?”

Fortunately she backed off and said
“You don’t have to. Just go into the bath.”

I went in and lay there for 30 minutes as the massage jets in the jacuzzi tickled my butt and I closed my eyes to listen to the tranquil music. My gosh you guys should listen to the music they played at the spa. Sooooo relaxing and soothing that it makes you feel the music itself was enough to calm you down.

I am yet to see a spa that plays RnB music.

Can you imagine getting massaged and listening to
“APPLE BOTTOM JEANS AND BOOTS WITH THE FUR… (WITH THE FURRR)… THE WHOLE CLUB LOOKING AT HER!!!”.

After my milk bath, I showered again and went for my massage.

The first thing the Thai masseuse asked me was
“How hard you want? Very hard? or Medium?”

I replied sheepishly
“First timer… please go easy on me.”
And I must say it was pretty nice.

The whole spa treatment at the end of the afternoon only cost me about RM160.

Which I think is really cheap right?

I enjoyed it and probably would go for another spa treatment again when I get back to KL.

One thing though… a lot of people tell me they go to spa treatments and after that feel rejuvenated and energized and etc etc.

When I left the Spa, I felt exactly the same as when I walked in… so is that a myth or is it just me?

Everyone… this… is BANGKOK.and this is….

STEWIE IN BANGKOK!!!

Some time ago I made a decision to take a quick break from my usual working life and run away to Bangkok with some friends.

I have never been to Bangkok before this. That’s right… I’ve been so many places but I haven’t even been to Bangkok which is so damn near Penang!

So this morning before the sun rose, I found myself in a cab on the way to the airport and by 9AM, I was looking out an airplane window to see Bangkok!I arrived with *ahem* and went straight from the airport to lunch with my friends who just flew in from Singapore. Meet James and Sheena.Okay here’s the funny thing.

Call it a curse or a blessing but I can’t ever take a proper PROPER holiday for some reason.

I just arrived at Bangkok today and I spent half my time following the ladies shopping in malls like this or eating great meals like this steamboat lunch.

And the rest of my time is spent in the hotel room on my laptop getting some work done. I guess I must really love my job though its nice to get a change of environment every now and then.

Speaking of hotel room, we’re all staying in this really dodgy place in Bangkok called “Bangla House”.No I’m kidding about the Bangla House part but not about the dodgy area.

I’m staying in a fairly dodgy looking area in a boutique hotel but the hotel turned out to be pretty nice and not too expensive.

We were expecting the worst though… I mean heck we weren’t exactly going to stay in the Grand Hyatt or something so we didn’t know what to expect but half our worries were lifted when we walked into the lobby of the hotel.

Not too shabby at all…The room is pretty nice too.

It’s a little bit like a service apartment and it comes fully equipped with a small kitchen and microwave.Okay here’s the thing.

Like in every other hotel room I walk into, the first thing I check out is the mini-bar to see all the goodies we have there.This mini-bar had a little surprise for me though.

Two packs of condoms.

Not just ANY CONDOM…. STRAWBERRY-FLAVOURED CONDOMS.

What a pleasant surprise. I was a little disappointed about one thing though. I mean heck.. we’re in Thailand… not Cameron Highlands.. if you’re gonna have flavoured condoms, you gotta give us some tomyam flavoured ones.

Ish.. anyway… I’m going to bed now everyone. Nanai!!!

Short announcement: Some friends of mine are holding a charity event for a shelter home this coming Friday at The Curve. If you have the time go check it out okay? Click here for details.

Once of my friends, who was and still is a shopaholic once came up to me to ask
“Tim… if you can find ONE logical reason for the government to get men to subsidize our shopping, I will give you a big kiss”.

I was APPALLED !!!

I replied with a disgusted face!
“BETRAY MY BROTHERHOOD JUST FOR A BIG KISS? YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME!!! NEVAAHHH!!!”

Then she said
“Okay how about a blowjob?”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!”

Yes… unfortunately she was… 🙁

Anyway while sitting on my throne one day, I thought of an economically logical reason why the government should have men subsidize women’s shopping. Mind you this was when I was still studying economics in the UK and did lousy shit like this for my coursework.So naturally I thought of an economic reason for this.

I am however going to try very very hard to keep this as simple in layman terms as possible.

Now in economics, we have what they call an external cost and external benefit. An external cost is basically if someone else but you does something that eventually costs you something whether in monetary terms or in health.

For example say you and a friend go clubbing at Velvet one night. Your friend next to you starts smoking and you breath in his smoke.
That is an external cost to you because it’s not something that you’re doing, but you are paying the price for it because it might eventually add up to give you lung cancer and you have to pay for it in future whether with your life or with all the medical bills you have to pay for lung cancer treatment.

Now an external benefit is the opposite of that.

Lets say by some miracle, cigarette smoke is actually GOOD for health, boosts your immune system and cures cancer. Then him smoking it gives you a benefit that you didn’t actually pay for.

Now if the government wants to achieve an ‘efficient economy’, it will have to tax cigarettes so that your friend smokes less, and use that taxed money to help pay for your medical bills.

Or if cigarettes are good for health then the government should take your taxes and subsidize cigarettes so that your friend will smoke more and you will live a longer life.

Okay so everyone has got me so far right?

Now how does this help us answer why men should subsidize womens’ shopping?

Easy.

Ask your girlfriend why she shops so much and spends so much on clothes, make-up, shoes, etc etc and chances are she’ll tell you
“I want to look good for you”.So technically that’s an external benefit because looking good for you is a benefit but you are NOT paying for any of it.

In an efficient economy, you should technically be subsidizing your girlfriend’s shopping so that she will shop more and look better for you so that your eyes will have a nicer girlfriend to look at and you’ll be more proud of her when you bring her out with your friends.
There you have it!

So my fellow brothers… for the sake of a more efficient economy, go to your girlfriends today and say
“Darling… lets go shopping. For every RM1 you spend shopping today, I will put in an extra RM1 for your continued shopping”.

Yeah… for the sake of the efficient economy everyone.

Okay everyone.

Here’s the truth.

I have been in love for the longest time ever.

But as much as my love was there, I never could get myself to admit it or tell the world. Heck I couldn’t even tell my closest friends.

Whenever they were around, I acted as if nothing happened between the both of us and I did that shamefully without thinking how it might make her feel.

Some of my friends like Pinkpau here had suspected that something was going on.

And some… like Suanie here probably knew but didn’t give a fuk.
Thinking back, I have always been so unfair to her, refusing to acknowledging her for who she really was whether it was to herself or to the world. And this was someone who lay beside me every night when I sleep. Yes we have been sleeping together for a long long time.

Yet, she has always continued to love me and persistently stayed true and loyal to me.

Dear, I am so sorry for the way I have treated you.

Please know that I never refused to acknowledge you as mine because I felt you weren’t good enough for me, but simply because I wasn’t sure what people would think if they knew about us.

Will they continue to welcome us with open arms? Or will they laugh and ridicule us.

I know I pushed the limit during the Nuffnang Pajama Party when I decided to bring someone else instead of you to show to the world. Yes the world saw us and there are pictures all around the internet now with just me and her but please understand that she means nothing to me. I picked her up only to bring her for the Pajama Party and nothing else.

I also know that I have been traveling a lot lately and I haven’t been able to take you along with me. I am sorry to neglect you in such a way but please understand, I do so because my work demands that of me.

I fear your patience may be growing thinner and your love fading away so please help me save the relationship I took for granted for so long.

I know dear.

We have been together for years and you deserve so much better. Hence I am writing this entry on my blog to confess not only to my friends but to the thousands of readers out there of your existence and how important you have been to me in my life.

Dear Readers, please let me introduce to all of you… my one and only…

Buh Buh is my bolster that I first had as a little baby boy and have since kept. It used to be so much bigger than me in size but now it’s tiny compared to me. My mother has tried (but failed terribly) countless times to throw Buh Buh away but I have always managed to keep it.

She shouldn’t even bother trying! One of my other friends had his mum ‘give away’ his bolster while he was away studying in the UK and when he came back to find out about it, he didn’t talk to his mum for a whole month!

So there you go everyone, meet Buh Buh.

I know some people who sleep with the oddest things ever from their old teddy bears, to security blankets, to bananas.. heck I even had an ex once that still slept with a cute little nappy she had when she was young. As for me… I stick to the simple tried and true bolster named… Buh Buh. I am proud to still have Buh Buh.

PS: Don’t ask me why it’s called Buh Buh. I guess I didn’t know how to pronounce bolster well enough back then.

My dear sister is overseas now living the life of a student.

When I say student, I mean cleaning your own room, washing your own clothes etc etc.

I was talking to her just tonight on MSN when she said this.

Fayth Tiah says: (11:21:06 PM)
ahh..well i just sticked my hand into my own piss cuz our toilet bowl cleaner thing fell inside

Fayth Tiah says: (11:21:19 PM)
guess good thing it was not poo

Fayth Tiah says: (11:21:25 PM)
that wud b SICK

My sister says the DARNEST THINGS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA

Let me tell you what would be more sick.

It would be more sick if it’s poo but the wet wet kind of poo so the water is all brown in colour and not see-through. So in order to fetch that thing in the water, you would have to stick your whole hand in to feel around for it then lift it up as it drips in shit water.

HAHAHAHAHA EWWW!!!

I feel like throwing up now…

BUCKET!!!!

For some reason, my apartment has been a little infested with cockroaches lately and that is really very surprising to me seeing how damn bloody sparkling clean my apartment is.

That being said, I can live with a few cockroaches around I mean heck, they’re only part of our ecosystem. If your home doesn’t have cockroaches it has lizards or mosquitoes or whatever so I guess we all have to settle for some pest sooner or later.

Lately however, the cockroaches have been getting on my nerves.

One time, Samantha was over at my place and using the toilet when she suddenly screamed from inside
“AIEEEEEEEEEeeeeee!!!!! COCKROACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Immediately running out to me and saying
“KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!!”

My favourite tool for killing cockroaches is the way they used to do it centuries ago… using a cannon from Fort Cornwallis.OR using a newspaper, whichever nearer and within reach.

I mean nothing beats a newspaper, just two hard whacks and any cockroach dies instantly… meaning its feelers don’t even move!

Another time Sam screamed for help, I got a piece of tissue paper, caught the cockroach with it in my hand and squished it then flushed it down the toilet.

Sam said it was a disgusting way to kill a cockroach.

I mean.. what the hell is a CIVILIZED way of killing a cockroach? Catch it, put it in an aquarium with food and a TV in it and wait for it to die of old age?!?
Anyway I never let the cockroaches bother me much until…. yesterday.

I was taking a shower and I suddenly felt something crawling around my foot. I looked down only to see a damn cockroach there.

My first impulse (and I would imagine anyone else’s would be) was to drown it with my shower water.

Once I wet it enough, I stepped out of the shower to grab another piece of tissue paper and squished it only to later flush it down the toilet.

I was pissed off.

I can live with seeing a few of them every once in a while BUT YOU DO NOT DISTURB A MAN’S PRIVATE TIME IN THE SHOWER!!!

THIS IS WAR!!!!!!!

So just today I went to the supermarket and found myself in this aisle.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH all the deadly weapons I would need for my war against the cockroaches.

There were a few kinds.

The typical spray and even all sorts of cockroach traps.
I stocked up my grocery basket with some sprays and what I like to call “land mines”.

These are cockroach traps with ‘food’ for the cockroach to go inside and take. Then the cockroach brings the food back to its home and its family only to find out later that IT IS POISONOUS AND THEY ALL DIE!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhhahaahahahThe minute I got home I started laying my land mines around my house.
They come packed together like that.

Only for you to separate them and lay them around corners of your kitchen and/or toilet.

Then I got my firearm (spray) with me and started walking around my apartment looking for some cockroaches to kill.

Cockroaches love to hide in dark and even more so in damp areas so I opened some of my kitchen cabinets and sprayed inside.
Instantly a few cockroaches came out and I was just about to pick them up and squish them when I noticed Sam next to me watching what I would do.

So I killed them in a less violent way, just spray them to death.

Heck, Ming once told me he saw a big cockroach that he had to empty 1/5 of one of these spray cans on.
The result was satisfying.

I killed so many cockroaches just like that.

Sam was too disgusted to look so eventually I had to ask Ming to help me take pictures of me fighting my little battle.

Of course it wasn’t quite an even match.There I was with every weapon available to eliminate the cockroaches and there wasn’t too much that they could do about it but run.

Ah.. only thing is.. I’ve killed so many cockroaches in the past 30 minutes that I sometimes wonder if there will be some gigantic sized mother cockroach out there coming to look for me at work one day.

Don’t think my ’tissue squishing’ trick will work on that one. I’d better bring along one of these sprays wherever I go.

I just got back from 1-Utama for the Malaysian Dreamgirl Finale and I’m so tired after a long day of work but I’m going to quickly write something about the finale.

Just about almost everyone who’s anyone was there… well okay maybe I’m exaggerating a little but a lot of great people were there.

Pinkpau for example.
some of my buddies from Mindshareand I even met a few people whom I think read my blog including this girl.
Heck even Ming was down from Singapore and went for it.

The Finale started with a really good opening with all 11 of the 12 finalists walking out on to the stage. Their presence was met with a loud cheer from the audience that ranged all around the stage and all the way up to the 3rd and 4th floor of 1-Utama.

I loved the way it started.. the music, the contestants gave the stage so much energy and life.

Not to mention the many many photographers there. Heck I felt so small with my compact digicam.

I mean check out this dude’s camera.
It’s almost as long as my…

Anyway, the event program included some fashion shows with one by one of the girls coming out to showcase the many designer outfits.

I thought Nadia looked great
and Ringo here… damn she was so hot that night if you guys could only have seen it in person.

Fast forward to the elimination which was what everyone that night was waiting for.

Here’s how it went… everyone basically thought that Hanis was going to win the event because heck… she had an entire group of supporters all screaming for her every time she appeared. I’m sure both Adeline and Cindy had their fair share of supporters but perhaps they weren’t as vocal as Hanis’s .

Elaine Daly first decided to announce the 2nd runner up of Malaysian Dreamgirl and it turned out to be… HANIS.

I could see the number of shocked faces in the crowd and people like Mehlin over here didn’t exactly have the biggest smile on her face 😛
Hanis herself was shocked to bits.

She tried her very best to hide her disappointment but as she was walking back to Cindy and Adeline, her face showed.. she was disappointed and upset that she didn’t win.

I took a look around and even at the group of Hanis supporters standing right beside me. They were all suddenly silent with a disappointed look on their face.
Then it came the time to decide the winner of Malaysian Dreamgirl, either Adeline or Cindy. Elaine then called out Adeline as the 1st runner up and Cindy as the winner of Malaysian Dreamgirl.

I didn’t see any immediate burst of joy from Cindy, though it did come in a few minutes later. My guess was that she was if anything, surprised and as shocked as anyone could ever get.Even up to the point they gave her the big key to the Nissan Latio she had won, I didn’t think the whole truth of the matter had sunk in properly to her yet.But eventually she opened up and she was filled with joy and with good reason. She was going to walk home with RM20,000, a Nissan Latio worth RM100,000, some other gifts here and there and be on the cover of Newman magazine.

Congratulations to Cindy for being the first Malaysian Dreamgirl.
Some people say that Cindy’s famous father had a lot to do with her success. Well in my opinion, whether or not he helped in voting or even with all those phone conversations he had with her… that is one helluva Dad!

To the other girls, especially to my buddy Ringo… don’t be disheartened, that’s 12 of you who made it.. out of the 500 people who auditioned. You were all winners since the first episode.

And to the people at Capxion Media, congratulations on making such a successful online reality TV series. I’m gonna miss watching MDG every Thursday and Saturday.

Dammit I’m so glad I’m back to working in Malaysia again after two weeks in Singapore. The sad thing is that the grass is always greener on the other side so when I’m back here I miss working there just a little bit.

Let me tell you how my two weeks in Singapore was like (after I had my surgery).

In the morning, I wake up and when I open my eyes the first thing I see is this.I drag myself out of bed and head straight to my computer to check my early morning e-mails. Sometimes I get e-mails late at night from some of my colleagues who work really really hard.

Then after I’m done taking a quick look at my mail I head straight to wash up and to call a cab to take me to the hospital.

Yes when I was there after my surgery, I had to go to the hospital every morning to see the doctor.

Some days I call a cab, but some days if I’m lucky, Ming will come by and pick me up in his convertible.Let me tell you this, sitting shotgun in a convertible with a guy driving makes you feel like a chick.

I wait in this waiting room of bored people for 30-45 minutes to see my doctor.

I must say I am quite impressed. In Malaysia when I go to a private hospital here, I’m often made to wait 1 and a half to 2 hours.

In Singapore, the longest I had was 45 minutes.

That’s the way it should be!!! Good time management!

After I’m done with my morning check-up I head straight to the our Singapore office to get some work done.

Now here’s the thing… work for me can be quite unpredictable. Sometimes I spend the day in the office or sometimes I go to some client meetings or press conferences or launch events at Suntec City Convention Centre.
One of the days I went to an event by one of our clients which collaborated with the Singapore Government for some family day event that saw me go with Ming to board one of these amphibious vehicles for a tour around Singapore by water.

I saw things like the Singapore Flyer,

the upcoming integrated resort (casino),and the Merlion.

While the tour guide was narrating to the group of us advertising and media people, none of the Singaporeans on board seemed to be listening.

I had a phone call when the tour guide was telling us the story of the Singapore icon, the Merlion so I missed what she said.

I later asked Ming
“Eh what’s the deal with the merlion ah?”

And he said
“Oh.. last time some prince or something came to Singapore and saw a lion that had a fish tail so he that’s why the icon has been the merlion”.
Apparently that’s totally not true.

Cherie, one of our Nuffnang team in Singapore who was with us told me that the fish on the lion was supposed to symbolize the humble beginnings of a fishing village that Singapore spawned from.

Now that made more sense than a half fish half lion creature.

After whatever meetings or conferences we will have in the morning, it’s time for us to go for lunch. We meet all sorts of people for lunch.

On one of the days we had lunch with Dawn Yang at Singapore Island Golf and Country Club.

Ming would bring us in the club for lunch and some very minor camwhoring ensued.

Dawn is a pretty interesting person.

Ok at the lunch we were talking about cars and I don’t know how we brought up the issue of an Aston Martin.

Dawn’s eyes opened wide and she said
“Ohhh I love the Aston Martin!!!”

Surprised that she said that about the Aston Martin and not about any of the other cars we were talking about I asked her
“What about a Ferrari?”

And her reply
“A Ferrari? That’s flashy… what are you trying to make up for?”

Ish!

Alright after that lunch with Dawn we headed to buy some cakes on the way back to eat later on

The Apple Crumble at SIGCC is unbelievably good and cheap too!

Now on the way back to work, Ming sometimes goes to pump petrol.

On the day crude oil hit $130, Ming stopped by to pump at a petrol station only to see a sign that says the petrol prices have increased and curse
“KNN!! NA BEHHH INCREASE AGAIN !!??!? @#$@#$@%#”We head back to the office and continue work until late in the evening when we all get all tired and go home.

You know it’s time to go home when the girls stop looking like this (all smiley and all)to having droopy eyes that almost close.So that’s a day at work for me in Singapore.

Friday was Ming‘s birthday so he had a nice get together at his home in Singapore.

There’s nothing like having a small private dinner with 10-20 close friends over a BBQ stove… and if there’s anything else to add fun to the party, it’s how everyone with the exception of me and a few others took some effort to prepare a dish of their own.One of the cravings the birthday boy had for the day was Lobster!

So in the afternoon we drove far far away to some supermarket to get fresh lobster. Now I don’t eat seafood because well… I just don’t.

Therefore you can imagine how kind of disgusted I was when the supermarket staff started taking out some struggling live lobsters from a tank full of them.

That of course… wasn’t as disgusting as what I witnessed a few hours later.

When we got back to Ming’s house, one of Ming’s friend took charge in preparing the lobsters for BBQ… and these were lobsters that were still alive mind you.

The preparation disturbed me a little.

First, the chef inserted a satay stick far into the butt of the lobster to remove its urinal thread. You basically see all the lobster’s shit/piss come out from there and the lobster struggling in the palms of his hand.Another friend who was there worked in the hotel line and he told me that when people boil a lobster it normally curls up as it is boiled to death and nobody wants to eat a curled up lobster.

So what they do at the restaurants in the hotel is… stick a long satay stick from the back to the front of the lobster while the lobster is still alive.

Only then is the lobster thrown into the boiling pot and cooked alive.

Anyway back to the lobster I was watching being made.

Then the chef grabbed a big knife like this, and carefully plunged it into the head of the lobster while holding it tight.
The lobster at this point would struggle again but eventually die down when the blade has gone deep inside its head and through its brain.

The dying lobsters are then left in the sink for them to slowly die.

Now here’s where it gets a little more sick.

The cook then takes the big knife and shove it down the middle of the lobster, then pulling the knife down to cut the lobster into half.

When the knife comes down, you can hear a sound that is very very similar to human bones cracking.

If the knife doesn’t cut the lobster into two well enough, the chef will use a scissors to cut it into half.
Now here’s the really really freaky part.

Apparently according to the chef, sometimes when he does this to the lobster, the lobster still moves…. how can a lobster that is cut into half still move or do anything resembling still being alive!!!

Here’s how a split lobster looks like. The yellow part is apparently its brain.

The chef puts more of them together then seasons them.

Before wrapping them in aluminum foil to be later thrown into the fiery hot BBQ pit.
I didn’t touch any of the lobster that night but apparently everyone there said it was delicious.

I’m just gonna stick to my usual stuff… like the nice sausages I have at Jarrod & Rawlings.

And NOOOooo I DO NOT want to know how sausages are made.. I bet it’s disgusting too.

For those of you who want to see how the lobsters get killed one by one, I took a video.

You can hear Ming in the background providing the sound effects of
“AHHH.. AHH!!! AHH!!!”

But some of the lobsters when they were killed, they actually let out a bit of a screaming sound.

No more lobster for me!

PS: Oh yeah.. it’s lobster.. not crayfish okay? Don’t call it crayfish. Somebody that night said it was a crayfish and Ming shouted
“OI!!! IT’S A LOBSTER!!! I PAID SO MUCH FOR IT!!!”

Update: Okay seeing that there is a bit of debate of the many ways to kill a lobster I’ve decided to put up a fun poll of this on the sidebar of my blog.

Look there and do the poll, there are 3 options, boiled to death, frozen to death or stabbed to death.

I’m not gonna tell you which one I’d rather go for but.. eww…

Okay here’s the funny thing.

Everyone knows that I was on my trusty Sony Ericsson K800i right?A phone that I feel was and still is one of the best phones in the market in terms of pricing, features and reliability!

Then I fell for peer pressure, and got myself a very stupid phone that everyone was so hyped up about only to realize later on that the stupid phone was not only overpriced but didn’t have the very basic features of a phone!

I was just beginning to think that I should’ve stuck with Sony Ericsson when I managed to get my hands on a new Sony Ericsson phone to toy around with two weeks ago.I spent the past few days toying around with the phone and heck it felt good to have a phone with keypads again.

You gotta love new phones. I mean, they smell good… well not as strong a smell as say a new car but still a scent nevertheless. And you gotta lovee the box new phones come in these days.You also gotta hate the first few times you drop a new phone. It feels as if somebody just kicked you in the nuts.

Anyway, having the fun novelty of a new phone I decided to do some research on this new K660i.

Now the K660i has a lot of the usual stuff. 2 MP Camera, Video Calls, Bluetooth, MMS etc etc and most importantly a record video function. Dammit you guys have no idea how important phone cameras have been in recording controversial videos.

Think sex scandals, or “Hong Kong Bus Uncle” or “Correct Correct Correct”.As much as all those features are cool, we take many of them for granted these days but the big draw for this phone is that it’s one of the most affordable phones in the market with 3G HSDPA which can bring in internet speeds of up to 3.6 megabits per second. There’ also an “always on” feature where you can constantly be online the entire time.

That’s like bringing your laptop and broadband with you everywhere you go.

So the next time I’m in a traffic jam, I’m gonna bring out my phone and BLOG. DAMMIT I’M GONNA BE IN THE MALAYSIAN BOOK OF RECORDS FOR THE FIRST MALAYSIAN TO BLOG IN A TRAFFIC JAM! (None of you had better read this then beat me to it!! It’s unethical to steal other peoples’ wind ok!!!)

To me, as a phone brand, Sony Ericsson has never disappointed me in any of its phones and it wasn’t about to start with this one.

Dammit I should learn to get my priorities right next time.

Apple for computers, Sony Ericsson for phones.

If you wanna get yourself a K660i, you can go buy one from Lowyat or you could try to win one from a contest on their website here.So if you want a K660i, there are two options.

One you could go play the surfing game on their website.

Or two… you could complete a slogan here and I just MIGHT give you the phone.

Complete this slogan.

“Cows have nipples _______________________________ “

No no I’m kidding about the slogan ok?

Haha.. don’t really go doing it.