BUON COMPLEANO..

TODAY IS MY WIFE'S BIG DAY WHERE SHE AGES ANOTHER YEAR..
HAPPY HAPPY AND MORE HAPPINESS TO YOU TODAY..
LOVE U EVEN MORE AS YOU GROW OLDER..HEEH
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS..
MUAH MUAH..
CIAO!

MY SECOND WIFE...

Untill now.. my time has been spent in convincing myself about the dependents on coffee is not factually true.(yet).The consumptions has always been mainly my no.1 increasing problems.. I admit with evidence that in a normal day, i consume about a 1000 ml. Worse is that half are gulped before calling the day off....(hold a second,taking another sip now)..ahhhhh.. I cant falsely blame the aroma of the Arabic beans or the sensational pleasure of this addictive legal 'drug' when passed down the throat or perhaps its the brown sugar? ..Yesterday i had this very wonderful idea of playing yogurt with coffee just to see how bad it can get overnite..thank God the yogffee resulted quite well unexpectedly with of course a cup of thick brown sugar syrup..(sayang bah kalau buang tu yogurt..no choice) this act is not to be attempted by anyone at home anymore..

Are you really orang Kota Kinabalu (likas) ?

Are you really orang KK ? Have lived, bred, groomed and studied around the area of Likas-kk? Many would agree with me especially those who grew up along the Jalan Tuaran Stretch from Inanam to K'munsing and Dah Yeh villa to Sports Complex? I had my first Bahasa education in St Agnes Primary school and all the way to All Saints Middle school untill Form 6.. except for the 1 year of form 5 i did in SMK Tamparuli (93) .During my juvenile years, growing up in Taman Antarabangsa from the late 70's till early 90's are no more the same as today anymore..here are some of the facts id like to share during my naughty years...

.....you know what im talkin if you....
1. you know where Expo is.... ( very unfortunate for the ex Maktab National students who never get to smell their new building)
2. You can drive to Masjid Sembulan in time after lunch at home on Jumaats and still get a parking inside the fenced area..... (now?..)
3. Mum can do cheap groceries at either Chu Tai Seng or Merdeka Supermarket..Tong Hing to buy orang putih food only every Sundays..plus no queues at Hsbc Atm..(is the ball room at TongHing 2nd floor still there ah?)

4. You can leave Likas home 45 mins before your plane takes-off and can still check-in 10mins to depature time ..
5. Labuan was always the place to shop for electrical appliances with dad.. (you shudve seen their airport.. scary)
6.Working parents always have time to fetch kids after school during their lunch break.. and even have lunch at home before goin back to work...
7.The only major traffic jam in Sabah was at Petagas Train station area 2way-1 lane road to Putatan.
8. No classmates would admit watching nor bring up the Tv pendidikan (hated the clown!!) programs topics in school except for Moero Attack ...(there were nothing to watch back then before 4pm)
9. Primary school students at least once was given free cinema tickets to watch 'Troll' (twice i watched, ish!)
10. Many surely remember the wide stairs of the Likas Post Office next to the Chai's (opposite All SAints)
11. Dewan Masyarakat was like the only venue for every big thing in Sabah..goin to Yayasan Sabah auditorium was very 'Oscar' nite then..
12. Other than Michael Jackson, Sudirman was the 2nd biggest star..
13.Had posters of New Kids On The Blocks but memorized very well the lyrics of Lionel Richie..
13.Watched circus or magic shows on RTM whenever its a public holiday..
14. There were only 2 channels.. and tv off by 01.00am (pedoman)
15. The only Mtv(music) was Dikir Barat...(alaa hitam...si hitam manis)
16. Friday was P.Ramlee nite with family.. (can sleep late b'cos Sat no school)
17. Addicted to the Wheel of fortune (Pat Sajak) and loved America's funniest video by Bob Saget..
18. Have collections of antique miniature cars or Legos from Nespray milk..
19. Remembered the PERINTAH BERKURUNG days when Berjaya Lost..
20. The city limits starts from Tong Hing and ends at Bfo Cinema kg air..
21. Have seen the tallest xmas tree in Karamunsing..
22. Have heard of Sabah Inn and Naga Mas but doubted its existence.
23. Bowled only in Likas..
24. Chased after the Paddle Pop mobile ice cream truck..
25. Unloaded picnic stuff infront of Hyatt and crawled down steep rocks to get on boat..
26. Sony walkman cassette player was considered very luxurious for students..
27. Can buy Mas tickets at karamunsing only ..
28. Other that KFC bandaran, parents dont know where or how else to entertain kids..
29. Young boys had more hair products than now..
30. Had pants high up to nipple and some had it worn backwards (Kriskros)
31. Best day of school was getting Yayasan Sabah Shoes, uniform, 5exercise books and half box of black and blue pen..
32. Never seen a skateboard..
33. Have taken family photos at Tg aru beach by the skating ring..
34. Never liked the Strawberry free milk at school but somehow the Chocolate was never enough for everyone... why ah?.. i always curi extra..hehehe
35. Always have at least 10cents in pocket to make emergency calls..
36. Memorize parents and friends telephone numbers.
37. Have filled out at least 5 diaries of friends.. some never returned..
38. Tiffany and Rocky were the only pubs to hang out..
39. Knows every indian in school, neighborhood and church..
40. Had known Denim school bags once existed..(i had one)
41. Porn Magazine collectors are more famous than the glamorous students.. 42. Wore shorts untill age 15plus for non muslims..
43. KK was never the same anymore when Centre Point Opened in 1991..
44. Bus fare from Likas to KK was only 30cent.
45. Never heard of Facebook...

The day i almost died...

That early morning , my pathologist Mum needed some of my blood, after weeks of postponing,resisting and wise reasoning throwing all kinds from logical to illogical excuses just to get off the traumatizing idea of having my skin pierced with very very sharp objects finally had me surrendering for it was my last week already before returning to Italy 2 years ago..here u see Dad recording it all not to prove how age can still bring out the cowardness in me but evidently demonstrating that his second son(me) is really and still 'un-doubt-ly' terrified of needles..

Honeymoon gone disastrous?

Aaron: Hati-hati , jangan terlanggar orang !!
Driver: Hehehehehe..inggak..

Aaron: Kalau terlanggar, apa terjadi ya?

Driver: Kalau melanggar, bapak masuk penjara…

We were in a rather busy wide and narrow street as our chauffer with one hand on the wheel and the other sms-ing , madly manoeuvring the van overtaking and same time avoiding coming and incoming cars and bikes at speed of no less than 80km/hr..flashing my memory back during the very dangerously skilled tricycle scooter driver in Bangkok 4years ago almost had me thrown off the canvas roof (not mentioning the very low side-railing that supposedly to keep passengers ‘inside’in case of sudden missed curvy junction or fast swift turns from knocking down another pedestrian crossing suddenly from no where..)

If you think KL maniac driving is sickening to your stomach, guess again, you’re wrong !!. Wait until you see Bali. There are more motorbikes here than the combined hours of blackout in Sandakan of over the past 30years. (That also explain why only after 3 days here I began to finally figure out then why I see many vodka bottles filled up with ‘urine-ish’ liquid found sold by the road sides,.-they’re actually petrol for bikes pula).hah!

Aaron : Maksud kamu, kalau langgar orang, bapa yang masuk penjara?

Driver: Iya, bapak masuk penjara.

Aaron: Kenapa bapa yang masuk penjara pula? sedangkan bukan salahnya?

(Already this don’t make sense to me..how ridiculous I thought.. as I explained to my wife who was seated behind.)

Aaron: Honey, he said that if we knock down someone, the father goes to jail instead.. that’s insane!!

Cathy: Noooo…(already LOL) you go to jail… ‘bapak’ means ‘you’in Indonesia lah….

Then there was a burst of laughter in the van after I explained my confusion to the driver..hahaha..

Wedged between the Java sea , Flores sea and Indian ocean, perhaps it was unsurprising that the world took awhile to notice this little island of 2million people.

This is a land that draws thousands in fact millions of adventure and romantic seeking tourists from every city and sleepy parts of the world.

3 months has gone by since we had our honeymoon in Bali. This year’s new year preparations was planned ahead carefully as early as December of 2007 after I got engaged. So that had surely given me so much time to prepare and plan this romantic adventure escape with my new bride.

Arriving at Ngurah Rai international airport on new year’s eve few hours to countdown, we had no plans but to join the thousands that swamped the Kuta-Legian beach, which we got lost for 2 hours on foot earlier in mazes of confusing narrow-ish streets and blocks that looked almost the same as the rest, especially if its your 1^st time..(Once, I even got very lost riding a BMX when I was 16 years old first time in Tuaran town that had my new friend (Foo Siaw Vui) really impatiently worried waiting outside his parent’s shop)..As midnight reaches it peak, the whole city had gathered by the beach welcoming the new year, dancing, singing, performing religious ceremonies, and for most tourist like us, we flocked to the plenty of hot spots in the resorts, hotels, clubs, bistros and cafes along the stretchy beach to excite ourselves with the spectacular stunt performances and musical extravaganza by various famous entertaining artists. As the sounds of trumpets and horns fills the air, stunning fireworks lit up the skies in massive bright colourful explosions wowing the city, kisses flying and wishes thrown everywhere greeting the new year with joy and better hopes for many in 2009, we realize that it was our first new year after two years together and adding that to my personal count of nine years celebrating new year outside Malaysia..(think I’ll make it ten years lah then I go back kk for good..)

This island therefore boast a still balanced man-nature relationship despite of all the fast mushrooming development in tourism industries here which is the main economic income for most of the two millions Balinese. Due to the recent economic crisis the world is sinking in now , prices here are not that cheap as one expected if you plan to eat, travel and stay in nice luxurious place.. But the warm welcome from the nice and charming locals here makes you forget awhile about the prices, heat and getting lost again. This is a further reason to come back to Bali a second time.

We decided for our first adventure, we hired a driver from the tour operator not far from our paradise-like hotel that eventually has assisted us in all our adventures for the following days. A van veered in front of our hotel and a smiling man in dark batik appears. His name is Wayan, (also same name as the taxi driver from the airport)

‘Tanah Lot’ (bukan Tonsi Lot aah..!), a must place to go is like the Eiffel of Paris, Colosseum of Rome, Liberty of Big Apple, Tianammen of my ancestors, Taj of Spicy land, Hulk Hogan of Hollywood or the Jambatan of Tamparuli…. Wait.. I don’t see where am I going with this ?..... any how,..back to the disaster part..

Landing on this isle. One will not expect to see high rise buildings(no taller than temples),

modern infrastructures, supper mega monuments, but eyes will be amazed and mesmerized by the beauty of every particular details of traditional Balinese crafts-ship and carvings found on almost every inch of whatever, may it be in form of building walls to windows, roofs to doors, floors to gardens, lamps to furniture, stairs to ceilings, .. I personally cant even distinguish between a house to temples, schools to museums .. get what I mean?

Nowadays, the young generations seems carefree and disinterested in arts and history. Forget your dreams coming to Europe or the middle east in this case then..

A popular tourist attraction, Tanah Lot’s fame was aided part by its appearance and location just off the shores reachable by foot only during low tides. Just looking at this wonderful ‘floating’ temple with waves sweeping down it’s feet, spiraled steps leading up to the ‘shrine’, one would think it was made by nature itself rather than man. This is a not to be missed spot if you are here first time. Hundreds of visitors flock this fairly remote area by the seaside to witness this magnificent sight of Bali.

There were also scores of souvenir shops lined along the streets by the entrance, making some not to regretfully coming here.. it was packed with people and one can hardly take a steady clear photo..must’ve been also because it was the height of tourist season (advice is don’t shop here-go to Denpasar City)

Hitting the road in Bali might not be on most travellers’s plan as it’s relatively little-known. However , it’s definitely classified as a pleasant surprise, we had some very adventures driving cutting the countryside passing many villages. Which amazed me again seeing acres of sprawling rice fields. It was again my first time experiencing when our driver stopped for me to get down just to see closely the rice terrace which could be hundreds years old, learned that they‘re carved out of mountain side with nothing more than rudimentary tools and their bare hands, these breathtaking rice terraces are a marvel of engineering and a testament to Balinese people hard nature. I didn’t get tired looking out the window enjoying the pillowy green countryside rolls, watching passing villages huddle around rivers and animals graze happily in fields, while Cathy was already fast asleep.., couple of hours later, we arrived at Uluwatu. Rising over 100 feet where we stood is the famous Uluwatu cliffs arranged along the sandy coastlines. This is part of Uluwatu’s magical appeal and it can be felt as the sun sinks into the Indian ocean. It was a breathtaking landscape in what sixty seconds can surprise you from blue skies to sudden blown away deep orange clouded by red and yellow. Being at that altitude only to be rewarded with a impressive view makes you appreciate life even more.. admitting it was kinda romantic for me…shhhhhy lah..

On the way back to our hotel from late dinner at Warung Jogia,we stopped by a massage parlour for a relaxing foot reflexology.

Our fascinating next day we began at mount Kintamani. It stood in the heart of the island. We now have a guide and an experience Formula-One driver to navigate the hilly terrain. But before embarking on the journey to see my first volcano close up, we were earlier entertained 1hour plus by the Barung Dance performers. The show was fun especially coming from the rows of men seated playin live traditional musical instruments making it more alive, exciting and very dramatic.. thumbs up for them..

Oh my! I cant believe my ears, they begged for tips sweetly whispering to me while taking photographs after the show.. ,so I tipped. .. and that was the 1^st tip of the day. Wished also all Bali tour brochures warned all tourist that people live on tips here. (Shud’ve gone to Mount Fuji..)

Since Ubud region is famous for its batik making, we thought we’d pay a visit to a batik centre. There,we get to see how batiks are weaved using the passed down to generations traditional weaving machine and the process of hand print.Our guide which was quite annoying sometimes, which I need not his explanation for batik processing,(we learned in SRK oredi lah) kept goin and goin until I started doin the speed walking disappearing trick..(and it runs in the family)hehehe.. he didn’t join us into the gallery, remembering telling him that we’d take 10minutes only where we ended up spending more than an hour shopping lots of original baju batik, purses and scarves.( and let me tell you, the people can tell the quality of the batik.. I get lots of compliments on the street ..hehe .. what a show off..) while being attended at the cashier and the ladies who packed our batik stuff in nice gifts wrappers, cold cupped mineral water served, us seated on in-house sofa like we were VVIPs, had me again momentarily thought if the boutique personnel that came to our 1hour assistance should be tipped or not..? quick thinking., Another speed walk as I thanked them all…swoosh!! (as usual wife left trailing behind) hehehe.

I love paintings whether it be modern or classic,

I can just simply ‘transfixed’ my self at them for hours thinking what could have gone through the painter’s mind.

Our driver was kind enough to bring us to a nice gallery ,’Fine Arts Collection' http://uk.search.yahoo.com/search?fr=ffds1&p=fine+arts+collection+bali and my next trip to Bali would just be for my personal art shopping.In fact my room now has 10 frames nailed on all four walls, plus the 3 large mat-like world maps as well..

Famous for its wood carvings, highly skilled carpenters and builders, we also took the chance to visit ‘Karya Mas Gallery’ just to fill my curiosity about their so much talked about master wood art magic touch.

Before heading up to the mountains, last we visited the silver arts and making gallery, which I mistakenly thought that the building was a temple at first sight…

The ride out on the hills was magnificent, though it was long.We were amazed to see the restaurant by the side of the hill slope, it’s scary at first but you have to be brave and try not to get drunk on the platforms.

Rich emerald highlands, rising towards volcanic peaks,we found ourselves stood there by the balcony of “Danu Batur Restaurant’’ opened jawed, still unable to stay balance after the winding mountainous journey up. Having lunch was awesome just overlooking the valleys and lakes that covers the lower grounds of the Kintamani Volcano, the wind gently rubbing against our faces. Lunch was‘fulfilling’and fun for me if it was not for the thousands of ‘flies’ entertaining us with their diving suicidal feeds..given up,I allowed some to invade my ‘paid’ meal.(LOL)Lingering over coffee, we braved around the high terrace of the restaurant,and had Cathy forced to model..(not always maah!)

We drove pass many spectacular views of the mountain side. Hills seem like a giant field of mole hills and are everywhere. Some rounded, some jagged, others in all shapes and designs.

This took us down to the coffee hills. The ‘Bali Kopi Asli Manufacturer’( agrotourism ). We hiked up the coffee hilly grounds and enjoyed the beautiful panorama of the plantation terraces. Not trying out the various types of coffee ,wouldn’t have made my day satisfied after 8 hours of touring. And what more than to have a shot of the most Expensive Coffee in the world.. guess lah what?

‘’Kopi Luwak ‘.
What makes it soo pricey asked Cathy? ‘
’Well let me put in words of father-son talk’
’The mammal called Luwak, likes coffee but cant make kopi-O. So Luwak eat coffee fruit instead. Luwak tummy upsets, so Luwak make horrible stinky sticky messy shit in forest. Now, the husband(humans) very lazy, so wife angry at hubby, wife search for the Luwak pooh-pooh and get the coffee beans in shit. Then wife make good strong-aroma coffee and give lazy husband to sip..

Our last stop was the ‘Pura Tampak Siring’ (pura=temple). I had been very curious from day one to learn more about the temples here since reading about it in National Geographic. There, we saw many ponds, some with aquatic plants, some with synchronized colourful fishes shying away from cameras, some with smokey hot spring water oozing out and some had Hindu worshipers from all over world performing the‘holy cleansing bath’?I suppose lah..
The surroundings was beautiful,the air was refreshing,it was a pleasant surprise if I can definitely classify it.

Amazed to see too that in the temple grounds, there are these hundred flight of stairs leading up to one of Sukarno’s mansion guarded by Timorese (om-gere) soldiers in slippers.. (don’t ask where he got that wealth from)

After an adventures night in the city we had near our hotel,we decided to take the next day off to do some shopping around the city.

‘Discovery mall’ which is situated along the stretched Legian-Kuta beach was our first stop that morning.

I didn’t get anything there for I took the advise from our ‘annoying guide’ to do shopping instead in Denpasar city. We also took the opportunity to stroll down on the sandy beaches shooting freely with my lousy camera..

Denpasar city is the heart of the economy, trade and social of Bali. It’s a good place to mingle around with locals and to understand more of their unique culture and traditions.

The ‘Kumbasari’ 5 storey market is the perfect place to shop for cheap souvenirs from all kinds of arts, crafts, furniture or low grade batiks. Here you can also find wooden carvings stuff, Balinese kitchen utensils, lamps, frames and etc.. even 10 times cheaper than whats sold at Karamunsing complex ground level smelly-forever-black-drain entrance.

Back to our suite, we planned to have a romantic dinner along the plenty of chic-hip Balinese style restaurant-café-bistro.

We stumbled upon monument constructed in the crossings of junctions in the entertainment zone in remembrance of the tragic bomb attack which took the lives of many club-going tourist 7years ago.

Nights are mostly dedicated to shows put together and performed by very talented local artist in cafes, clubs, bars , bistro,open air restaurants and national’s own treasure.. the ‘kelab dandut..’.. unfortunately we didn’t get to see any street poco poco dance..(whats with this dance anyway?.lap dance I prefer still ..)hehehe btw , I did go see the ThaiGirl dance in Bangcock.(more like just boring pole playing ...but outfit was sexy tho.) Best thing also is that you do not even have to dress up to go out in Bali. Shorts and singlet will do just fine.

My advice to you all is that if you ever plan to visit Bali, stay at the Kuta or Legian area.. where you can do shopping, get entertainment and a nice evening stroll enjoying the sun of the beach.

Nusa Dua which is situated about 50kilometres from my hotel, boast a prettiest slice of the southern region of the island.It’s long stretch of beige sandy beaches,sprawling with 7stars hotel,
resorts,spas and golf greens making this region the Miami of Bali.

Missing Sunday’s mass, we thought why not we head on to the sea to discover what the waters can offer and fascinate our already over filled of 4 days adventures. Our tour in Bali wouldn’t be complete without stripping down to our swimming costumes at‘Mawar Kuning’ of Nusa Dua water adventure marine club. Chartering a see through glass floor motorboat for us only to realize 10minutes after anchoring in the open seas that Cathy almost drowned while we did the middle ocean snorkelling(this is not the disastrous part yet).

The boatman was generous enough to show her how to inhale and exhale through the snorkel and fastening the goggles while I, not having a clue at all for what had happened after a quick stunt he pulled on her trying to cover the embarrassment, was excitingly naming fishes already. The seabed view was not as expected due to strong currents and my face blocked by hundreds of colourful Nemo’s swamping all over me for the fish feasting time..Though i baited my buttock cheeks, hoping to glimpse a hungry shark or a topless mermaid, they preferred to stay low for the feedings.
After several failed attempts to lure Cathy to join me again in the warm bouncy waters, she preferred to stay on deck leaving me helplessly swept away by the currents, even getting rolled under the boat which left a slash mark on my right arm until today after me exhaustingly trying to save one of my flippers that slipped off, fast instinct reaction of remembering the payment and fine documents signed earlier for any missing diving items loaned to us. We also passed a few other couple-divers too which I think had some shares of Cathy’s near-drowning experience to tell..

In the middle of nowhere again, there lies the turtle island and it was my lucky day, not only I get to ride on turtle back, but posing very courageously with other exotic reptiles and rather large birds too.

By the way..dont forget to tip island, tip guide, tip boatman and tip tip tip.. Before retiring for the day, Cathy stole time to update her Bali journal at the marine club while I still very frustrated and upset about the cancellation of the ‘Parasailing’(parachute-sailing) sea adventure that I was really looking forward to due to ‘claimed’ bad winds. And that was the my biggest disappointment or disaster I’d call it..!! I insisted to stay, I waited on patiently for an hour crossing-fingers for a less hurricane-like wind, observing movements on land, water and air, yet still the tour operator knee-begged that I should give up and get a refund from my agent. Which I did eventually after long calls from the marina in my best broken Indonesian accent…
’Bapak,
mereka disini omong bahawa cuacanya buruk sekali untuk parasailing, bisa ya uang(wang) saya dikembalikan?’..! something like that lah I said….hehehe

If one were to look for sun, sea and surf, Bali is perfect for those under budget still..hehehe or relaxing by the beach with a good book, or a relaxing massage by the beach’s massage ladies for the less adventures ones..

When the sun goes down the streets come alive in an exhibition of lights, offering perspective to the city with its streets lined with neon-lighted cafes, restaurants, bistros, surf shops, boutiques, stalls, souvenirs shops and invasion of pedestrian walkways by non stop movements of seemed-lost tourist captivated in the mystical allure of what the night can satisfy your desires .
(huuuh.. that’s another loong sentence..) That evening , to protect myself , I body-sprayed insect repellent all over freely only to be head-to-toe massaged for sixty minutes, plus forced to strip down, clothed only in sarong later at the spa centre under watchful eyes of my wife who was also on the other bed getting same full body massage.(really full body massagae!!) Must she really be there ?hehe.. I wonder still who that eye was for.. me or the lady? Shocked and Surprised I was when the urut-girl suddenly hoped over my back and squatted on my butt for the pizza-dough-rolling massage move.. ouch!!crack!!.Hmmm.. The insect repellent must’ve given her headaches and funky thoughts I guess.. how embarrassing .. wished I had the ‘Gautier’(gift from Richard) on me that hour at least the smell was seducing like..hehehe.

Hunting places for our last dinner as the dusk rapidly approached, we found a nice bali-bamboo traditional roof style bistro-restaurant. I cant quite remember what I had but we surely enjoyed the liveband.

Since our resort had a pool, we tried to make it useful for our last day in Bali. I amused-off my synchronised water skills while Cathy and the resort staff on shift as well as some suntanning guest looks on in disappointment..

Most of all, Bali is great not just for the romantic atmosphere, shopping, fun at sea, and massages, it’s also a fabulous way to take time out to mingle with the locals, see how they live and how they routine their daily life.. and we certainly did that during our getaway.!!!

Share me your Bali guys!!

Downhere is the journal by Cathy

31.12.08 (WED)

09.45am - 12pm ~ airasia KK-KL

04.00pm~06.50pm~ arrived at Ngurah rai Int. Airport Bali - almost got cheated by the taxi driver. He wanted to charge us Rp250K=RM80.We walked out to the main road & managed to get taxi (the 1^st pak wayan) with only Rp56K=RM18.00!!!!

( While talking with the taxi driver, hubby had misinterpret some of the words in indonesian,e.g- bapak=you instead of bapak=father in malaysia.)

7.15pm ~ Reached Balisani Padma Hotel in jln Legian,

unpacked the luggage and went for our 1^st walk on jalan legian to go to the kuta beach - to join the new year celeb.

11.00pm ~ took dinner in the foodcourt somewhere at kuta beach. Crowded with people.noisy!

12.00am ~ went to the open disco (name forgotten) to watch the new year dance performances

~ Sesat on the way back to hotel, we took the looooooong way instead. =c

( Did the 1^st shopping ~ Dress Rp45K,amk's singlet Rp35K)

01.01.09 (THURS)

10.10AM ~ Woke up late.huhuhu

10.30am ~ Had 1^st breakfast at the hotel cafe.

11.00am ~ Get ready to go out.

~ Bumped into a tourist agent in a tourist booth at Jalan legian.

01.50pm ~ 1^ST TRIP~ TANAH LOT

- journey took 40mnts - driver is another

pak wayan which hubby didnt like.

02.45pm ~ Reached Tanah Lot - camwhoring - 1^st pura/temple we visited.

entrance fee:Rp25K- saw prayers performed on the beach.

- high tide so only can view the tanah lot temple from afar. - got big snake!!!yuck!

- a lot of gerai2. I bought album & hair clips. We had burger for lunch.

- I bought dress,selendang & T-shirts & etc.

04.45pm~ Leave Tanah Lot to Uluwatu to watch the sunset.- passed by Jimbaran area

( main activity of the people=agriculture/padi) - passed by a big area of bali university with a unique design.

05.00pm~ Reached Uluwatu -entrance fee:Rp9K- So many monkeys – one monkey grabbed my new hairclip!!!!!

~ Beautiful sunset~ we were at the cliff - we didnt go for the kecak dance Rp50K,boring!

~ Leave Uluwatu right after sunset to go back Legian street - traffic jam (ngecet)!

07.30pm~ Reached Legian Street and had our 1^st dinner at a javanese restaurant called Warung Jogja- tired due to the hot weather.

09.00pm ~ Had foot massage nearby hotel.cost Rp35K each of us.- then go back to sleep.

02.01.09 (FRI)

07.30am ~ Breakfast!

Chartered a suzuki van - 1 driver + 1 guide for Rp400K

8.35am ~ Off to Jalan Bypass Ngurah Rai to watch the Barong dance performance for 1hr15mnt

- forgot the entrance fee how much.- the dancers asked for tips! Ish!

10.15am - 10.30am ~ Journey to see the making of original batik - shopped at the boutique-spent more than Rp1m!!!! Blame to hubby.he shopped like a girl.hehe

12.30pm-1.00pm~ went to Jalan Ubud- the art area- stopped by at Fine Art Collection shop to check on paintings.

1.20pm-1.45pm~ Went to Karya Mas Gallery to see wood carvings.

1.45pm-2.35pm ~ Journey to Utara Tengah Bali - Kintamani the volcano-fruits stalls can be seen everywhere

02.30-3.55pm ~ Had buffet lunch at Danu Batur restaurant at the peak of the mountain so many flies!!! Expensive at Rp193K for 2pax!with service tax 21%!!!!!!!!

~ People selling cheap things everywhere, begged us to buy! Annoying!

3.55pm-4.10pm~ Journey to see the Bali Kopi asli manufacturer - Agrotourism

~ hubby with his 'taik kopi" Story.yuck!i cant imagine the process! (luwak coffee)

~ spectacular view of the mountain with trees.-gratis trial of various type of coffees - sold at tourist rate

4.45pm-4.50pm~ journey to Pura Tampak Siring -entrance fee:Rp12K each

~ Saw istana of ex-presiden sukarno at the top of the hill

~ shopped at the gerai2-they forced us to enter their shop.kena tarik somemore!!!!

5.50pm ~ Leave for legian street.

6.30pm~ Night walk at the city - dinner at a western restaurant.

03.01.09 (SAT)

10.30am ~ woke up late!!!! Breakfast.

11.00am ~ Went to the Discovery Shopping mall-all expensive- camwhoring at the beach!

11.30am ~ took taxi to pasar Kumbasari at Denpasar -journey took 45mnt - Rp45K

~ Shopped for arts & sourvenirs.

5.30pm ~ back to Legian street - rest

7.00pm ~ Diner at Warung Jogja again! Get hooked with the foods

~ Jalan2 at the Legian Street - Bought bikini, shortpants, Bintang singlet

9.00pm ~ Enjoyed live band at The Legend – hubby pizza for dinner - all RP77K=RM26 only!

04.01.09 (SUN)

8.30am - 0930am ~ Journey to Nusa dua beach for our water activities at Mawar Kuning.

0935-1035am ~ On the boat-did snorkeling- I almost drowned cos I dunno how to use the goggles & breath thru snorkels from mouth.

~ Beach & the sea not clean-

1035 - 1130am ~ Stopped by Turtle Island nothing special! Tips to guide:Rp13K,donation:Rp10K

~ RAINING !hubby so sad cant make it to the parasailing-claimed back the money from the agent

1.30pm ~ Back to Legian and had evening sleep!

3.00pm ~ city sight-seeing again -had body massage & manicure & pedicure .

07.00pm ~ Night walk at the city - Dinner at a balibamboo roof style bistro and enjoyed the live band.

05.01.09 (MON)

FINAL DAY!!

~ Jalan2 around the city -had final lunch at warung jogja again! - camwhoring

~ swimming pool session in the evening before off to the airport.

~ Reached airport in the evening and leave for KL-I was sick with running nose & badflu!

~ Reached LCCT & had KFC for dinner - slept at the seat-so uncomfortable!

06.01.09 (TUE)

~ Reached KK at 9.40am

~ Yuri received us at airport holding up card with our names written on it….

WHITE WOODEN OIL

a re-post of my old blog page of Aug 2008 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2008/08/white-wooden-oil/

WHITE WOODEN OIL

THERE IS NOT A GREAT ABUNDANCE OF CHILI IN MILAN CITY FIRST OF ALL.. THE AVERAGE MALE WHEN FACE WITH EVIDENCE OF HIS INCREASING STOMACH IN THE MIRROR , WILL TEND EITHER TO INVEST IN MORE GENEROUSLY CUT PAIR OF TROUSERS OR TO BUY A NEW MIRROR, WHILE HIS FEMALE COUNTERPART SEEMS TO BE GENETICALLY PROGRAMMED TO SLENDERNESS, AT LEAST UN TILL HER WEDDING DAY (SORRY HONEY..BUT U CANT KEEP BUYING NEW LARGER CLOTHES IN THE FUTURE OK..)
..
AFTER A LONG MONTH OF BEACH HOLIDAYING MARATHON, IM FINALLY BACK TO MY SELF-MADE MTV CRIB HERE IN MILAN..(MY HOME FOR THE PAST 5 YEARS).. OHH HOW I MISSED THE SMELL OF MY PIG STY, INCH THICK OF DUSTY TEAK FURNITURES, MY ALL-YOU-CAN-FIND IN A HOUSE ALL IN MY RATHER LARGE COZY ROOM, MY COMFY 120CM HIGH BED, THE 4 TVS, FAVORITE STUDY TABLE FUNCTION ALSO AS MY BREAKFAST CORNER TABLE AND DINNER TABLE, MINI LIBRARY, MY LEGOs, MINIATURE BIKES AND MY COMPANION-MY CLASSIC WOODEN 6 STRINGS MUSICAL INSTRUMENT….WHAT ELSE CAN I ASK FOR TO GET CONTENTED LIVING HERE ALL ALONE FOR ALL THESE YEARS?.. STILL WISHED I COULD PUT A CINEMA IN HERE..
IMMEDIATELY, I SWUNG TO MY KITCHEN.. WHATS FOR DINNER? RICE FOR SURE, HADNT HAD THEM FOR 33 DAYS STRAIGHT,.. SOMETHING SIMPLE I THOUGHT… DEEP FRIED ITALIAN SALSICA (MINCED MEATMIXED WITH SOMETHING I DONT WANT TO KNOW STUFFED AND PRESSED INTO ANIMAL INTESTINES TO FORM LIKE-A-SAUSAGE..) LOW FIRE IN EXTRA VIRGIN OLIVE OIL AND A GULP OF WHITE WINE.. NEED TO HAVE ALSO A BOWL OF HALVED CHERRY TOMATOES TO ENSURE SMOOTH DESCEND OF DRIED WHITE RICE DOWN THE THROAT INTO STOMACH..(GOT NOT TIME TO MAKE SOUP AYAM BAH) SUN WAS BEGINNING TO SET AS THE CLOCK ON WALL INDICATES 20TH HOUR OF THAT DAY..THEN… CAME MY ONLY FRIENDS.. THE MOSQUITOES !!!! DAMM!!!.. WHERE D THEY COME FROM SUDDENLY? IN ALL DIRECTIONS LAGI TU, I WAS UNDER ATTACK !! BITES FROM ANKLES UP ALL THE WAY TO THE BACK OF MY EARS.. ARRGHHH!!!!!
AS I FIRED UP THE PAN TO MAKE CRISPS LAYERS ON SALSICA BEFORE SERVING, I JUST COULD NOT TAKE THE BITES AND ITCHINESS ANYMORE.., I SPRINTED ACROSS THE LIVING ROOM TOWARDS MY STUDY TABLE LEAVING M Y ALMOST BURNT DINNER,.. LIGHTS I NEEDED NOT FOR I KNOW THE WAY, THE CURVES AND THE ANGLES INTO MY ATTIC-LIKE ROOM,.. WITH AN ARM ,IN TOTAL DARKNESS, I DOG-SEARCHED FOR SOMETHING TO SOOTH THE BITES.., GOT IT !! AS MY BRAIN SIGNALS ME THAT THE SMALL LONG BOTTLE IN MY HAND IS WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR OR ACTUALLY WANTED…(”MINYAK KAYU PUTIH”….ALMOST LIKE MINYAK CAP KAPAK..).. WITHOUT HESITATION, I UN TAPPED IT AND BEGAN SPLASHING IT ON TO MY PALM RUBBING VIGOROUSLY STARTING FROM ANKLE TO THE OTHER ALL THE WAY UP ABOVE THE KNEES.., FOR A MOMENT I THOUGHT WHY THE SPIRIT ODOR HAS NOT ARRIVE TO MY SMELLING SENSES YET…RUBBING IT OFF MY MIND I CONTINUED ON (REMEMBER GUYS, THIS ALL HAPPENED IN TOTAL DARKNESS).. SPLASHING AND PALMING BOTH MY ARMS WITH THE THEN THOUGHT TO BE MINYAK KAYU PUTIH…I KNEW ALSO THAT MY BRAIN REGISTERED A PEPPER AND VINEGAR SMELL BUT AGAIN I SIMPLY IGNORED IT..SPLASHING EVEN MORE BEHIND AROUND MY NECK (I WAS GETTING BETTER ON IT IN THE DARK .. OOW!! I EVEN SAID..) MY THEN BURNT DINNER WAS ALREADY CALLING FOR HELP..

THATS WHEN SUDDENLY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I THOUGHT I COULD SEE IN THE DARK, I PRESSED CLOSELY MY PALM AGAINST MY KADAZAN NOSE, I COULD ALMOST TASTE IT… OHH MY GOAT!!!! I CRIED.. WHAT I HAD IN MY HAND WAS NOT THE MINYAK KAYU PUTIH…., BUT INSTEAD A BOTTLE SEEMED SO SIMILAR IN SHAPE OR FELT LIKE WHAT IT THOUGHT IT WAS.., WAS ACTUALLY A BOTTLE OF ”TABASCO” ….. EVEN LOUDER AAAARRGGHH!! THIS TIME…I HURRIEDLY DIVED INTO THE BATH TUB AND SWORE IN SILENCE THINKING WAS IT SILLY OR JUST FUNNY… ISH ISH ISH !!…

MORAL OF THE STORY IS … TIDY UP YOUR STUDY DESK…

SO I HAD TO GET NEW TABASCO… ALMOST FINISH OOH… SSSHHHH…

MUST CHECK OUT THIS PHOTO DOWN HERE.. SEE FOR YOUR SELVES...

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1. McRae Says:
   August 23rd, 2008 at 6:18 pm

   bah..like me..i too can walk in total darkness in my home..but have never mistaken anything so disastrous yet..kasian kau….

2. CATWOMAN Says:
   August 24th, 2008 at 7:08 am

   KOTOH!!!!!

   hahaha.

3. VSK YoRK Says:
   August 24th, 2008 at 11:48 am

   hihihi…budu…

4. Fressi Says:
   August 26th, 2008 at 8:12 am

   ahyooooo…u didnt pay el bill ka? manala sama size itu white wooden oil dgn tu sos lada orang italy?? satu tinggi satu pendek….nextime pakai torchlite o lilin bah…luckily (o unluckily) u didnt splash to ur face..

DID I SEDUCE HER ?

a re-post of my old blog page of May 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..

http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/05/did-i-seduce-her/

DID I SEDUCE HER ?

You might think today that you have found the best woman or man in the world.Our conversation that morning was about love, but it was also about football.

Location(Bar).. Time( late April). How long have you been an Inter Milan supporter? I asked Chef Mario, me lightly sipping my latte macchiato (milk with just a spalsh fo coffee) but served in a large cup and hot so that it could be drunk slowly instead fo being thrown down the throat in a couple of quick gulps in the italian manner. "All my life I’ve been and Interista supporter." said him, " Yet Aaron, how can you support AC Milan at the same time also a life supporter of Manchester United?" as he tapped my back!

Chef Vincenzo still unable to accept the humiliating defeat of Roma at old Trafford(Man U.)last april.. score(7-1) , who untill now had taken no part in our argument mumured," I’m sleeping with the most beautiful girl in Milan". His statement drew no comments having blessed with good looks that would simply make girls throw themselves over him.

Mario, who recently became engaged , was being scolded by Vincenzo , to whom the idea of restricting one self to just one woman seemed crazy. Then he said to me, "You aren’t even faithfull to any football team!!(I also support Liverpool, Chelsea, Inter Milan and Juventus, not forgetting Sabah Rhinos). "it’s not like swicthing girls whenever you want". I was silent for a moment, knowing deep down inside, i have made my choice to someday wait for my true love and will be loyal to her, unlike most Italian men. (Dont worry Sandra and Mimie..you can trust your Italian chef husbands.. just keep a tight leash.) kidding..

But there was no point of turning a friendly discussion about woman into a deadly fight. They respected my commitment and ambition and said nothing.. But our amiable conversation was interuptted by the bartender. He made them bet that I was a coward and can’t seduce girls (like them) , of course I hesistated and had to accept their challenge before I called a final coffee to start off our day at work.

She’s comin over, busy as usual, I was disturbed by shouts coming from the bar. I saw a girl fortunate enough to be brunette and very attractive, I allowed myself to be guided by more experience collegues and did as told lah!! She had revealed her origins as much by what she had ordered as by her accent. " Un cappuccino per favore?". she was undisputably Spanish..! she had not ordered anything else and reached out for the ‘moda magazine’ lined on the bar.. as always we tried to look as handsome as possible but of course she ignored.. Catzo! It just made my attempt to prove my uncowardness and un-shyness somehow to the guys.., to be true..

She’s the one they chose, too late to retreat as I was already forcefully straped to a waiter apron, pretending to be one, pushed towards her table to get her phone number. ( Swear I’ve never done this before) Just as she was pullling out the Milan city map off her back pack and arranging her slim legs over the next chair along, I then came to realised how foolish and stupid of me to take up their challenge proving that I can seduce any girls of their pick. There I was statued eyed to eyed, I knew I had to ask her number but what came out of my mouth was the part that would never ever even cross any Tibetan’s monks’s mind.., I with my sexy-but-trembling voice simply told her that it’s and offence in Milan to put legs on other chairs expecially a centre part of her red dotted panty was widely exposed .(Happens occasionally usually leaving some build-up imagination on genuine male dining crews.. so does exagerated exposure of clevage.. )

ATTEMPT NO.1.. FAILED

That following afternoon, affter lunchtime masacre,I instructed my assisstant to be quick to get some stock in a nearby supermercato, afraid that he’ll wander off again, I decided to accompany him, we marched straight to the back of the supermarket to get what we needed just as I caught a glimpse of a girl perfect as any men’s dream of a Latina women would be, a female beauty.., she was reaching up to the top shelf for a packet of pasta exposing a band of tout stomach.. "Dai, what are you waiting for?"." Vai ! go get her number!" insisted Mario, I reached up, got the packet for her and handed it to her with my ‘controling-so rarely smiling face, then realised I had seen her somewhere before. "Gracias" she smiled , eyes hidden under her Gucci shades. I remember now! The same ‘chicca Spanish’ girl earlier at the restaurant. I also remembered her saying.., "Che ridiculoso" . when told to lower her legs from the chair that morning. It was my opportunity.."Spaghetti?" . I said, glancing at the packet in her hand." And what sauce are you preparing with that?". Bolognese forse" she replied. " No! non puo ( you cant), firstly" i said, " You’re not in Bologna province, secondly because of what you have in your hand" as I pointed out reasonably. Seeing my expression she said. "Spaghetti Bolognese (pronouce as BOLONYESE) not a good combination is it?". " Well, Ragu Bolognese is a sauce that goes better with pasta such as tortellini, gnocchi, or taglietelle, but if you dont want spaghetti, you could also have vermicelli or linguine, fettucine or rigatoni, fussili or conchiglie, maccheroni , garganelli,parpadelle or tagliolini, BUT!" as i warned holding up a finger, " Each of them demands a different kind of sauce, for example, an oily sauce goes with dried pasta, but a butter sauce goes better with a fresh pasta.Take ‘fusilli’ pasta" holding up a packet to show her. "People say this pasta was designed by Leornado Da Vinci himself, you see the spiral fins carry the biggest amount of sauce to the surface area, but it only works with a thick , heavy sauce that cling to the grooves.., Conchiglie(siput shape) is like a shell, so it holds a thin, liquid sauce inside it percfectly" .(yes i know guys, i must have said too much for our first encounter,, yeah.. not a good flirting line right?.. so what should i say then! " shall we date"..)

"Can I ask you, what simple sauce would you suggest that goes with spaghetti since I dont do alot of cooking?" .."Beh, as simple as Spaghetti ‘Aglio Olio’.! , .First slice thinly as you can some clove of garlics and fry untill it goes soft (not brown) in some good olive oil, add some dried chili flakes, meanwhile boil the pasta in salted water, drain and tip it into the frying pan to fry for a minute, serve with salt, pepper and a lot of grated pecorino romano or parmesan cheese.." " Are you a chef?". she asked,… " Andiamo Aaron!.. let’s go!" . my assistant was already calling me ,grabbing me hard over my shouder pulling my nervous ass away since we were alreary late, just as I was about to answer her back. On our way back to the restaurant I couldn’t even believe that I didn’t got her name and her number.." CATZO!"

2nd attempt failed!!

Location(Home).Time(a week later)

It was my day off, normally spent glued to my mini home office tuned to two televisions at the same time, the other is in the kitchen, while stratergy’ing my next move to beat my ‘Ages of Empire III’ pc game record, guitar always clipped under my armpit. Fine spring morning looking up at the ‘azzurro sky from my window. Dengan segera, I unboxed my spring clothing after 6 months of body mummified-cocconed under piles of fabrics, I finally got to slide into one of my favourite bermuda and short sleeve tees. Biked off bullet-speeding like an over joyously boy who as if has just received his first x’mas bicycle.. Fresh alps wind blowing freely now-my-waist-long hair attracting eyes of curious lookers..Arrived at my destination within minutes, double chained my bike.

Location(Tamu-spring food festival)Time (sat noon)

I began my exploration, conquest and discovery, worm-walking in the zig-zag streets lined with stalls selling,displaying,exhibitioning their so longingly-proudly-treasured possesions to the thousands of seemed lost-pale-untanned skin orang putih wrigling and squezing through crowds stopping particularly in every squares joining circle of enthuasists people to take interest at some strangely looking rainbowed costumed yet soo talented soloist or pairs of maestro musicians performing, capturing and hypnotizing every spectators just to get away with some appreciations of claps, begging your pocket for some clinking reamains of fast food change in hats pushed gently around, demanding and expecting money drops.. so I advice you to never take front row.. keep in mind. They’ll just pity-face-smile till you drop a little change and go to the next one.(memaksa orang)!!

I love to walk around Milan center square, not far from where I work but what I loved the most is the tight narrow streets, cobbles lanes, barely wide enough to accomodate the Italian miniaturised cars. The little Macelleria Roberto ( butcher shop) stood shoulder to shoulder with a shop selling world war II junks from medals to military socks, while the grandly named ‘ Sergio Tachini’ was a door crammed between a sexy shop and a chinese shop selling all you want. A Turkish kebab stand stood cheek to cheek with a 500 year old church. Flower blooming trees now compete with mushrooming outdoor-open caffes and restaurants for every inch of sunlight giving away a strong smell of fresh coffe and hot fire wood pizza. In the squares and open spaces, battered cars were parked in random chaos, like frozen traffic snurl-ups from which seemed the drivers had simply walked away.

After an hour or so wandering around the stalls, I stoppped! Heart in my mouth, there she stood in front of the antiques displays, she was wearing a flowerish sunflower top, beneath her swirl of brunette were orange-red dotted freckles on her shoulders. For a moment I thought I was hallucinating, I frozed. "I will talk to her , I’ll get her number and name" yeah..after weeks of proving to the guys my masculine(I gave up actually) I made up my mind, I cat-walked towards her, But I was just a moment too late, she turned and walked away. I watched her disappear. Just like that , she was gone, vanished into the thick air..

3rd attempt failed!!

"NO" i said, "I’ve got to, but what if she already has a boyfriend? A lover in fact ? What if she’ll just ignore me and wont like me? A girl like that well never be single"!!… So I gave chase, just as I was about to loose hope, there she was again, on the other side of the street at the grocery stall. I moved closer enough beside her pretended to see the displays of freshly picked vegetables and fruits. By the way she looked soo hungrily at the piles of unfamiliar vegetables had given me some sort of idea of what to do next.. So I brushed past her for cherry tomatoes, "excuse me" I mumbled, and she stood back to let me pass..("damm,she didnt see me") I then even move much closer to see what she had in her shopping bags("she still hasnt notice me"). So this time .. in the end I then went straight as far as walking up to her and saying, "Buongiorno" but the moment she turned to me with those wonderful green eyes lighting up with interest as she waited to see what I would say next, I lost my nerve!! "Help! Help! stalker!" she cried.. (No I’m just kiding..) "Ciao remember me at the supermarket?" "of course" she said. " I thought I’d never see you again, I tried the recipe you gave me but i’m not sure if it went well" . After getting her name and number I then asked if she’d like me to cook her something over at my place..

Location(home) Time(folowing day..sunday)

"What will I cook her?" ."hmm" well I thought.. to make her horny and to make her fall in love are two very different things. If I want to make her cry, i’ll give her an onion chop. But if I want to make her feel sad, i’ll cook her the dish her mother used to cook for her when she was small. And to make her horny..beh! That’s even harder than crying, but certainly not impossible.. The food that I’m, allergic to.. Seafood of course!! Which has aphrodisiac qualities. Perhaps some baby artichokes, cooked with mint pulled apart with fingers and dipped in soft melted butter, wine obviously, and then to finish, a burst of sugar, something light but artificial, so that she’ll feel full of energy and happiness,, but that’s only one side of the story. If I wanted her to fall in love with me, I would cook her something different, something perfectly simple but intense , something that shows I understand her very soul, then another difficult part, it varies from individual to individual, I ‘d have to really know the person concerned, her history, her background, whether she is raw or refined, dry or oily, I would have to taste her, know whether her own flesh is sweet or savoury, salty or bland. In short, I would have to love her and then, I might not truly know her well enough to cook a dish that would capture her heart..

So strings of ideas now starts filling my head.They say this time round, you could find a variety of garden greens, region exclusive, heavenly flavours of resurgence,renewed,old flavours, restated with tenderness and delicacy, just as they had been in every spring since time began. Opportunities like this, a theme of fashion menu began to flood my mind. A special meal for her tonight.

Location( food market fest) Time ( sun morning)

Milan’s main food market , a spring feast in which everyone spoke of the whole year, it was a time of celebration, of youth, of life, of triumphat that must be seized and celebrated together beramai-ramai. Looking around the main food market, seeing what was available, listening to competing shouts of stall holders and letting an idea seasoned delicacies sink into my mind. The artichokes were good at the moment, a variety of articholes, so sweet and tender it could even be eaten raw. "A local bitter chicory, would make such heavenly sallad". I also found a rare ‘Torre Ercolano’ , a wine that combined Merlot with the local cesanese grape. I bought a bottle of oil that came straight from tiny estate freshly pressed, whose green youthful flavours tasted like a bowl of olive just off the tree. I hesitated before a stall of outrageously expensive full fat white asparagus, but worth it for such good quality, I decided to take it, stall holder quickly wrapped a dozen of it in damp paper like a flourish bouquet of finest flowers.

At the end of my tour at the market, a strong easy smell, a scent of cheese captured my attention as I inhaled-doggily-sniffing, ‘Ricotta cheese!’ It was soo perfect, but I didnt really need any more food, I took it anyway for I knew I would find a place for it somewhere in the meal, perhaps served as a dessert with a dusting of cinnamon and a dab of sweet honey..

So I spend whole afternoon preparing the food and then cleaned up my appartment, it’s seven pm… I leave the rest up to your imagination.. details only if you bother to know.. i’ll message u then.. ciao guys.. thanks for your patience.. panjangkan cerita?

Well I hope with this blog , I could shut some of you guys always asking me bout where ’s my orang putih girlfriend.. well.. nah!! there you go.. but this was old story.. now i’ve got a new story.. wonder what? who? keep guessing guys.. meow..

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1. Dinoza Says:
   May 31st, 2007 at 10:57 am

   WHOA! What a story… So whats the outcome? :-p Ever considered to write romantic short stories? hehe…

2. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   June 1st, 2007 at 3:38 am

   ciao Dinoza, i’d rather write comedies.. am not romantic anyway!! so you.. bila kahwin? Amy cant wait any longer you know..

3. Ricardo Says:
   June 3rd, 2007 at 1:09 am

   LoL. CBTLSg Wang now. Enjoying my cup of grande belgian ice blendedand a slice of german cheese cake. Background music: Roxete “It must have been love”. Wu huuu.. jiwang.
   You may want to consider short novel writing. Cool stuff u wrote. I can feel it man.. ciao bella

4. McRae Says:
   June 3rd, 2007 at 5:28 pm

   huh!! so jiwang and please…make ur letters bigger..susah mau baca..if u want to write short suspense story….not like this..no ending..pingsannnn..but i know…she left oredi…tourist mah…kakakakka..but if u write more like this…ricardo also want to join the gang nanti…hihi…

5. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   June 4th, 2007 at 3:54 am

   ciao ricardo!! its not fair you get to go back every 3 months!! but dont forget to get me some nescafe mate and maggie curry b4 coming back here ok?..
   ciao mc rae!! so you wanna know what happened? i ‘ll message you.. lax getting merried next feb in spore.. he just told me!! got white hair somemore!! i wanna get married too..bored of single life..

6. Sandra Says:
   June 4th, 2007 at 7:05 am

   huahah…nice story, very interesting to read.But your font is too small, bikin mata sakit. I was really really serious to read it. Scroll down ..read again..what happen next…waah …scroll down again…..eeeeeeeeeh the ending is LIKE THAT!!!! ALAMAK..bikin marah….do you want to tell or not to tell???
   Your sister told me…next time read the ending first…hmmm maybe it’s a good idea (why you told me AFTER I read the whole blog, McRae…)
   btw if you want to be retire as a chef you can consider to be a writer. :D:D
   PS: dimana bisa beli tight leash for our husband?ada jual ya di Milan? hehehe

7. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   June 4th, 2007 at 9:31 am

   ciao mia amica signora Sandra da Jakarta ma adesso in KK.ok ill enlarge it.. you really want a leash? hmmm.. its called L.O.V.E. buona fortuna!!hai sentito gia da mimie?

8. Sandra Says:
   June 4th, 2007 at 3:49 pm

   No, no don’t call me signora…PANTANG!!! Feel like old Italian Mamma with white apron and big body making pasta in the kitchen..hehe
   Mimi will be in Italy on the 21-22 June.

9. CATWOMAN Says:
   June 5th, 2007 at 3:40 am

   mmmmm…niiiiiiice story.;)

10. Selina Says:
    June 5th, 2007 at 5:00 pm

    ish… apala terjadi???? sakit jantung oh!!!

11. VSK Says:
    June 7th, 2007 at 5:38 am

    aahhh babi….and then? apalah?? details please….eeeee…macam series pula…so….last last?? end up together or not…

12. Selina Says:
    June 7th, 2007 at 5:03 pm

    iya… and they live happily ever after…

13. StanNLitha Says:
    June 8th, 2007 at 2:04 am

    After that ehhhh???

14. Zie Says:
    June 21st, 2007 at 7:58 pm

    Question is, did you get LAID??? It seems that’s the masculine thing to do over there lol. Conquering women, luring them into your lair, seduce ‘em, have your way and then buh bye!! lol Just don’t break too many hearts there

15. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    June 22nd, 2007 at 2:17 am

    zie..what’s the secret to long distance love?hmm..well it worked for you..we’ll see how mine goes..

16. nestor Says:
    June 22nd, 2007 at 10:26 am

    The most sensible thing to do as to how far my dirty imagination would’ve brought me to was as correctly indicated by zie as getting ‘laid’, tsk tsk how dirty. But as full respect to the author, the readers would have to expand their feeling as described by Ricardo of your great story and figure out what actually happened…same thing i’m feeling what goes next with my sambal belacan recipe. Waiting for your next publication!

17. Zie Says:
    June 22nd, 2007 at 1:07 pm

    Secret to any long distance relationship, romantic of friendly wise is trust and understanding, and don’t freaking bullshit too much lol!! The other key ingredient would be patience. You have to be sabar like gila oi! In response to the dirty mind comment from nestor , lol puhlease lah, I just have more balls to actually SAY it lol!!! Get over it, we’re adults not 5. BTW aaron, your profile tuakr to married already ah? Had a shot gun wedding ah? lol

serpente !!!

a re-post of my old blog page of March 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..

http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/04/serpente/

serpente !!!

why snakes dont sweat ? no no.. dont give me answers ..that coz they’re cold blooded thing or they got no liang peluh or they cant run whatever… who can give me the logic answer,, ada hadiah menanti awda bila saya balik kk.. or ill get u something here..

kenapakah ular tidak berpeluh?

and try sayin this as fast as you can!!

ular lari lurus- ular lari lurus- ular lari lurus- ulal lali lulus- ( chinese people can say more faster one oh!)

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1. McRae Says:
   April 3rd, 2007 at 7:17 pm

   Snakes do sweat…so what will u give me?something that i dont have yet?…hehe..Snakes and lizards will go to a shady area when they get hot and open their mouths very wide. Their skin color will get lighter. Some reptiles will burrow into cool soil.
   http://www.suite101.com/article.cfm/pets_great_small/117220

2. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   April 4th, 2007 at 12:34 am

   no!!!! wrong answer! try again.. how’s my little new niece? cry all night?

3. McRae Says:
   April 4th, 2007 at 5:36 pm

   cos they wear skintight suits??heheh..ur little nieces dont cry at night…unless hungry lar..i give up…dont gv me the answer…

4. Chani Says:
   April 11th, 2007 at 4:29 am

   umm…they dnt sweat cos they use sum cool anti perspirant? hehehe

5. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   April 12th, 2007 at 3:41 am

   NO NO! wrong answer!!

6. McRae Says:
   April 13th, 2007 at 6:22 am

   becos this particular snake lives in cold temperature lar….no sun..no sweat..and snake dont work hard…???what am i thinking??

7. 'OdrYyyy' Says:
   April 15th, 2007 at 5:57 pm

   The snake died already so its impossible for it to give a sweat.hehehhe

8. VSK Says:
   June 7th, 2007 at 5:24 am

   funny si Unds. hmmm because snake is snake la…they dun jumping or hopping around…they just slideeee….ya ka? haiiii…sia layan juga si aaron dis…

9. GunTaReek Says:
   July 17th, 2008 at 2:27 am

   if i give the answer.. would i still be entitled for some pressies??

Ajinomoto , cook’s best friend

a re-post of my old blog page of Jan 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/03/ajinomoto-cook%e2%80%99s-best-friend/

Ajinomoto , cook’s best friend

Behold all ye citizens!! Truth be told.., contrary to what impresion I might have told you in my past blogs, the world of chef’fing is not entirely and will never rule my heart’s universe.
Alora or well my amici, there are loads of reasons being in this business, but one i can tell you is that I went for the money, honestly I was thrilled with the opportunity and grabbed any chef job available there. (true reason for me for me still being glued here in Milan)
But let’’s first talk about these wanna-be cooks or chefs which ever they preffered to be addressed.. Here are some true reasons or lies we‘ve been telling everyone about our great love for food and thinking somehow we could make food taste much tastier and better than grand mamas , I tell you…., my friends, we (chefs) have had so many fooled by the colourful and beautifully assembled 2 feet tall of whatever chef’s special dish, food decorated magically with an abundant of garnishes of carved supposedly to be food deco’ and made you think to either just stare at your special order or rather to just eat it regretfully, where most likely it’ll make you sick anyway, so I (know better) strongly advice you not to swallow any of these hand prepared touched all over and over(re-used/re-cylced) garnishes prepared by timeless amount of our sweat wipe fingers , sculpturing and torturing dead animal flesh and chemically engineered vegetables some dipped in eatable rain-bowed artificial salted or sugared food coloring ..!! or, unless they are laser or robotic-ally cut (name me one eatery) .. there are safe to eat .
Hey guys.. ever seen or remember how your mummy used to (or still) cook in her own kitchen long long ago when you were still an annoying ,interrupting and non-stop full of ridiculous questioning kid? Yeah of course you do.., see how every time she dips the wooden paddle spoon into the pot or wok and steal a little taste between her still-in lip-sticked lips and then to re-stir the whatever ‘lauk’ again and taking another slurp on the paddle , only to stop adding cups of salt of ajinomotos until she finally thought she’s come to decision that would hopefully satisfy to the taste of your food-fussy daddy and her non-vegetarian children! (just like me.. and still am.. sorry mother). Well.., we, chefs or any Kitchener’s would do the same thing either , only that we like using our nose-pricking index finger to take that final poke to lick-taste and to give our masterpiece dish that finale touch-up before serving your meals.. and it seems to me that people would pay good money to eat like what i am about to reveal now. Particularly if they know that it was going to make their long well-planned romantic dinner date or partner so delightfully impressed. So.., have you ever wondered how we always keep the outer rim of the plate veery squeaky clean ’virginly’ unharmed by neither a droplet not stain of food? bah..! That’s because we had it wiped off lah with any nearest dirty table cloth our hands could grab on or at times we simply just brushed it off using our blood stained , sneezed, coughed, sweated, shoe-wiped hand towel that was entrusted to every kitchener’s at the beginning of the the shift. (feeling disgusted already?) hahah! I guess that’s enough of some (never should’ve been told) confidential secrets of our domain!! I’ll be back for more next time.. stay tuned!
After coming back from a brief vacation in Venice.., I started my day like any normal day, by half past twelve the kitchen was humming like a well oiled machine. Pushing out intricate assemblies of haute cuisine in gusts of fire and steam ( work conditions described in previous chicken to kitchen blog) . My fellow cooks worked like demons, their fingers dancing gracefully over the ingredients in a blur of dicing and stripping and mixing. Despite the extreme pressure we under, and the urgency with which we worked, there was no yelling and swearing this time. with the exception of the head chef Giancarlo(new hunky gay chef) , who called out the orders as the waiters brought them in, we rarely spoke(more to like avoiding a personal heart to heart consultation from him in storage room).
‘Pronto’ .., in Italy it is customary to answer the phone by snapping ‘ready’ (sedia) reasons which are now obscure.. when the big boss wants some private moment with you, its rarely good news, problem with fellow colleagues, minor feud, paycheque problem, holiday request. But in my case , he wants to give me an unexpectedly much taller hat, a promotion ! which I first turned down , on which I thought was and early April‘s fool joke. I hung up.
I run the hierarchy now.. and the next level in the hierarchy are as follows.. the sous chefs and the chef de partie. While the sous chef worked the pass, putting the food on to plates, saucing , garnishing and checking it, the chef de partie were each responsible for a different part of the kitchen. The saucier was responsible for meat, desserts. Underneath these were the lowest of the low.. the commis, who did whatever they were told by whoever told them to do it.. It was a hierarchy as rigid and as immutable as a medieval society , in which everyone knew their place and knew , too that their continued existence in this place depended entirely on the patronage of the person directly above them.. and that’s me. haha.. I’ll torture them like how I was tortured before. So help them God.
I still remember(years ago) my head chef would come over to check us all that everything was proceeding exactly as it should. Occasionally he’d dipped his finger into one of my saucepans to taste what was in it.. He had never been known to show pain, even when the liquid was boiling, but course my sauce is always far better tastier than my other fellow cooks, they still couldn’t figure out how i wheedled such strongly flavour, or how i made them in the limited time available. Well the secret is easy, some dash of th famous Malaysians secret ingredients,.. Ajinomoto lah!! (not used in Italian cooking) which is safely stashed inside my sleeve, to give that little extra mmmmpphh sedap oh!! they never figured it out until now.. sshhh!
Bah my kawans! I’ ve got a story here.. once upon a time, one fine winter morning (last January), off a little street in the via Garibaldi, there is a bar known to those who frequent simply as Pippo’s. My friends and I were standing at the bar, drinking coffee, arguing about amore and calcio, waiting for pastry chef Gabriele to arrive from the bakery(pasticeria), and generally passing time at Pippo’s before jumping on our bikes/vespas to go off to the various restaurants around the city . (on some occasions I have been mistakenly thought to be as one of them(pilipin) which is hard for some not to believe) whoa? Haven’t they seen a Dusun before? Reason for why I still stroll around in my brightly Malaysian-tagged cap to avoid racial discrimination or jealousy by other thousands of foreign workers migrating here from south and central America, east Europe, India, Sri Lanka, and Bangladesh. So .. these two guys pulled out their chairs just next to this girl’s table, supposedly tying to get her attention lah konon.., rudely snapping their fingers, they called for the bartender and asked for a that employed us.., I received a sharp nudge in the ribs from chef Giorgio, who nodded significantly towards the window. Coming down the street was a gorgeous girl. Sunglasses tucked up on top of her head of blond-ed hair which, together with her tight worn off jeans, homo sexual designer jacket, and the latest must get D&G purse , marked her out as a local Milanese. Trailing behind her was a no doubted two Filipinos guys amongst the 300 000 of them working here doing odd jobsmenu.. ‘me scusi, memo perfavore?’ (excuse me, memo please) It was early in the morning and it’s so uncommon to ask for a menu at any bar!! So they called again for a menu only louder this time. ‘memo per favore!!’ The bartender just ignored them sipping away his coffee with us but not pretending to hear.., by now, all attention was at these two, again they insisted but this time one walked over to the bar asking politely, ‘possiamo vedere il memo per favore?’ (can we see the memo please) and my friend, the bartender, replied in English.., I am sorry ! we do not have memo here,, but we do have menu if that’s what u want !! punya malunya itu Filipinos, after realizing their mistakes, they sat for awhile, hiding away red-faced from the staring girl, and soon disappeared .. .. well , memo or menu guys?

Ciao Karen, u wanted a simple pasta sauce recipe right? bah here’s for u and whoever who wants to try it..
Carbonara sauce . the true Italian way!!
Rempah Ribu.

1 telur ayam mentah, bawang puting dipotong dadu, smoked ham or bacon(halal?), daun basil. parmesan cheese,tomatoes cut cubed

Cara menyediakan.

Pada suatu hari, tuangkan sedikit minyak olive ke dalam ”pan’ dan gorengkan bawang jangan sampai hangus ok?, lepas itu buangkan daging ham or bacon yg sudah di sliced ke dalam pan dan kacau jgn sampai very crunchy!! padam kan api gas dan terus massukan pasta masak yang masih panas yang telah didihkah dlm air bergaram. so now kacau kan pasta didalam pan dan pecahkan 10 telur cicak itu dan tuangkan terus kedalam pan yg masih panas dan kacau sehingga nampak very creamy (jangan untill telur masak ok!). then masukkan juga parmesan(padano) cheese and garam and lada hitam and daun basil.
Beginilah cara carbonara pasta di makan di sini!! without cream!! cubalah.. semoga berjaya !!!

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1. BReNDa Says:
   March 9th, 2007 at 5:16 am

   i’m reading this in the office and you cracked me up!
   *gasp* i’ve always used cream for carbonara!

2. McRae Says:
   March 9th, 2007 at 5:42 am

   mummy doesn’t use aji-no moto…but i think not all chefs use dirty linen to wipe the sides of plates served to them..like me..i used clean linen oo last time…but i got extra spoon in my pocket/chopsticks to taste the foods la…heehe
   baru boleh serve kan…i know someone who thinks he/she can speak italian but all lintang pukang…gali sia…ur carbonara sounds eyuucckk..got telur cicak…

3. Zie Says:
   March 9th, 2007 at 9:20 am

   Dude, you seriously need to consider working as a chef in America. They pay pretty well and if you’re real good and original, you’ll also be very popular! A commi chef here gets paid $13/hour and works four days a week, and that’s with no experience needed. I’m starting to think Italy doesn’t have a health department, especially if they use their fingers or dirty cloths to wipe the edge of the plate, I think eating fast food over there is safer than a sit down restaurant! lol. You seriously should reconsider about not telling about the ajinomoto. There are some ppl that are actually allergic to that stuff, it’s pure chemical compound, monosodium glutamate can cause ppl even have cardiac problem! The mildest symptom I know of are headaches. So dude, better disclose your secret ingredient at least to your boss, so he knows and aware of the possibilities of problem that may arise because of this lil secret..;) Not to bust your ass further more though, but isn’t bacon (halal) an oxymoron? Unless you’re talking about turkey bacon. Which doesn’t have that pancetta taste don’t you think? Pecorino romano cheese is used over here more often for carbonara. Well that’s the extend of my two cents.

4. zaldoom Says:
   March 9th, 2007 at 7:01 pm

   congrates bro..kau sudah jadi kepala besar dalam kitchen…ah…right hand man ah…?? congrates congrates….saya tabik dulu sama kau bro…jadi kepala chef sudah ah…
   kau pakai ajinomoto tapuk tapuk..hebat kau ging…kami disini ndak buli oh pakai benda tue…kalau kena tangkap….kena tutup kami..no MSG allowed here in UK ging…
   anyway..janganlah kau kasitau apa jadi dalam kitchen ging..nanti kena complain pulak…susah nanti…tapi memang betul…sama jak dalam kitchen aku…towel….hand picking…and all…
   anyway bro..will be back home soon to kk…hope to see you around….
   and i might try your recepi..it sounds tasty….
   anyway..take care…
   congrates for the promotion bro…..
   TABIK CHEF AARON…!!!

5. Liz Says:
   March 10th, 2007 at 12:17 am

   aduii lah…patut pun makin ramai italian jadi butak..TER makan aji-no-motor pulak! LOL. Anyway..well done aaron..tampaluri bule bogia!

6. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   March 11th, 2007 at 8:10 am

   ciao. First of all.. Gratzie for your comments ..
   Hey Zie, memang i planned someday to go over to the Big
   Apple, city that never sleeps.. but that’s after i’ve ruled Barcelona, Paris and London.. tinguklah.. slowly..well for the Ajinomoto thing, that was like 3 years ago.. competing time bah.. i swear!! never anymore after that..
   Not all kitchens are dirty.. just some bad experience i had before. and i heard that rats rule the kitchen in the States after closin time.. true isnt? hehe.
   Hey coz Brenda, no wrong using cream for carbonara, suka hati ma..what do the orang Wales eat there? just potatoes? heh..
   Hey Chef Zaldom.. bagus lah if u plan to balik kk for good.. maybe u can masuk bertanding macam si Vitos M. Koding.. BTW, salam si Queen Elizabeth for me ok?
   Het Liz., i dont know if that myth of eating Ajinomoto can bald the head or not.. many malaysians like eating out right? what do you think that makes the food in all the restaurant sedap sedap? Ajinomoto lah of course!! inda juga butak!! mostly politicians saja butak!! terlampau garu kepala chop IC

7. Pammie Says:
   March 13th, 2007 at 8:39 am

   congrats on being promoted! i like THIS entry lah..so funny! hehe but i was grossed out when i reached the part where u mentioned that you guys use your kurik idung finger to lick & taste the food..eeuuww

8. Zie Says:
   March 18th, 2007 at 7:10 pm

   That was Wendy’s with the rat problem, lol. Plus, America isn’t immune to “bribes”! If not it’s the capital of bribes! Slip a nice fat sum to the health inspector and all of the sudden you have a restaurant you can eat off the floor, after the rat craps and pisses all over it! The only restaurants that are open 24/7 are usually the mamak stall type one! Where got high class restaurant open 24/7. Plus the real kaya restauranteurs are the hot dog vendors and the mamak stall like kedai. They last longer than most of the high end restaurants. Even the Russian Tea Room which was a highly recognized restaurant tutup long time ago! Hell the lil austrian chef wolfgang Puck punya restaurant Spago in LA tutup years ago also! went bankrupt! So it’s not always the name and food, but also how to handle the restaurant..;) Elvy’s coming over next year with his whole family! lol Come along lah! I plan to show him the American food festivals etc. restaurant and of course have to drop by at Anthony Bourdains restaurant in the City. Before I forget again, Congrats on the promo bambino..;)

9. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   March 19th, 2007 at 5:00 am

   ma dai Zie!!!! stop calling me a bambino !!! im a uomo vecchio now !!!!hope i can make it back to kk for elvy’s wedding. ciao

10. Zie Says:
    March 23rd, 2007 at 3:51 pm

    Per favore! Siete tanto di un uomo anziano quanto i miei cani da tre anni! Realmente penso che i miei cani siano più vecchi di voi durante gli anni umani! Così siete ancora un ragazzo piccolo del bambino!

11. Chani Says:
    April 11th, 2007 at 4:35 am

    No wonder the food prepared by chefs r so damn yummy… a little bit of shoe polish, booger, saliva n ajinomoto n presto…. yummy food! haha

12. CATWOMAN Says:
    April 18th, 2007 at 4:04 am

    i was so regret to read tis dude!ekeke

13. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    April 19th, 2007 at 2:56 am

    ciao catwoman.. that’s why i wrote it!! revealing the truth!!

TO ALL REAL SABAHANS.. WELCOME TO MALAYSIA

a re-post of my old blog page of Jan 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..

http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/01/to-all-real-sabahans-welcome-to-malaysia/

TO ALL REAL SABAHANS.. WELCOME TO MALAYSIA

Ciao tutti miei amici.. well can anyone tell me whats ARAMAITI ? been receivin and hearing this all the time.. i know its got to do bout some kadazan word or slang or somethin.. i m really out dated here.. chakap bahassa pun indak fasih suda.. correct kah?

ok here s for all sabahans!!!! so i d better put it in slang sabah lah if i can still remember how so not to offend the smart west malayans!!
sia ada balik MALAYSIA bah satu kali dari bulan sembilan sampai bulan duablas itu taun 2005. jadi ini time di KL lah.. sia ada pigi buking tiket bah untuk balik italy saaana ejen di sg wang plaza.. jadi sudah lah abis buking.. cakap cakap sikit lah,, itu ejen tanya sia lah.. what is your bangsa ooh? sia bilang.. i am mix kadazan, dusun and chinese lah.. trus dia bilang lagi.. aaah!! i was in kuching last holiday with my husband ooh!! so you people still live in the long house aaahh? punya sia main tekejut dingar dia bilang begitu!!..dalam hati sia lah,, buduh kah ? inda ada pigi skulah ni sumandak? sia pun jawab lah.. eerrr.. yes,, we dusun still live in long houses only thing is that we now bath in the house already..no more mandi in the river loh!. we also got also got 7 inches tv now and solar powered telephone lines.. gettin modern mah !! which province of CHINA again u said come from? i said.. eh no lah.. i m flom MALAYSIA woo !! i born in KL mah! she said.. so then i said.. solly ah! i thought all mata sepet from CHINA!! …..
so guys .. heard of IBAN AND DAYAK piara karabau in Tuaran and tanam sayur in kundasang? hhmmmmm.. palui bah this people!!!


so before goin back to italy last Dec. 2005.. sia singgah lah sana kadai souvenir dalam bb plaza.. .. sudah abis bili barang.. itu tauke tanya sia lah.. .. kite ni orang mane ye? sia pun jawab berslang KL lah.. saye orang SABAH bang.. then he said.. first time kat KL ke? i responded.. tak lah bang, slalu jugak datang shopping.. then this pakcik said something i can never forget!!!!.. oohh.. selamat datang ke MALAYSIA ye… my eyes pun terbeliak !!! i slammed the door at his face and .. i just dont know what to say or think…

i bet u other sabahans had encountered something like this there too right? share it!! ARAMAITI? apalah tu?

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1. Pammie Says:
   January 3rd, 2007 at 9:24 am

   i totally understand what ur sayin man..eh, since your entry is dedicated to sabahans ba sa pun kasi slang sabah la ni kalii. dlu sa d kl ada kawan sa punya kawan yg mimang urang sana slapas dia tau sa dari sabah trus dia tanya sa sualan bonus “kamu orang sabah masih tinggal atas pokok ke?” i was thinking, is he trying to be stupid or just born stupid? trus sa jawap la “yaa masih! tapi kami naik lif oh kalu mo turun.. ko tia heran?” hahahaha trus diam2 dia. tiatau dia diam2 pasal mo imagine ka apa wakakaka. maksud aramaiti yg sa tau, macam kumpul ramai2 and then moginum & enjoy gitu ka (ba, sepa2 correct me la ah if im wrong) abis slalu urang kasi kait ni aramaiti sama moginum ba jadi tu ja understanding yg sa tau hehe

2. Mona Says:
   January 3rd, 2007 at 10:02 am

   hahaha!! ada kah..so palui also.haha! Selamat datang ke Malaysia?? apa lah dorang ni..

   hey Aaron..hope you had a good xmas..i just got back from Manado just before xmas..siok berabis!! had a nice, queit xmas and then had a big New Year party at Pulau Tiga..kena buang dalam laut lagi tu with my party dress and all! cilaka..but had a great time..i’ll e putting up pics at my blog.. check it out at http://www.the-world-and-i.blogspot.com..ciao

3. Dopey Pootz Says:
   January 3rd, 2007 at 3:24 pm

   OH MY AARON! hahahaa…i totally understand wht u mean…hahaha…SELAMAT DATANG KE MALAYSIA!!…doi dogo….i wonder last time when the history teacher mengajar di dpan apa la derang buat, gungguk kali bawah mija….budutss..oopss sorry for the vulgarity…btw, aramaiti is somthg like yamseng?? i guess…but i sure has to do with drinking session loh…..

4. Half Says:
   January 3rd, 2007 at 6:23 pm

   sabahan going to KL the first time will surely experience smthing like u did. exactly like my first experience to KL.. the same stupid question, “atas pokok”!! conclusion is, they must be so stupid and lack of knowledge, oh and the ’selamat datang ke malaysia thing’.. i think i know why they are saying this.. because if they go to sabah, passport yg dorang pakai tu kena cop ‘welcome to malaysia’ tht’s why they like to tease sabahan with that phrase.. neways, bukan semua org KL layan org sabah begitu la.. byk yg baik2 juga.

5. Catherin Says:
   January 3rd, 2007 at 6:25 pm

   Ooi Aaron, kau bilang ada darah Kadazan how come au ko koiho meaning ‘Aramaiti’? It means “It’s very lively” ba itu orang putih bilang. Not necessary ada moginum or yamseng ba..but because kadazan parties slalu ada moginum so orang pun kasi kait aramaiti with moginum.

6. zaldoom Says:
   January 3rd, 2007 at 8:06 pm

   kakakaka…welcome to MALAYSIA!!!kekekekek…..pecah perut aku ketawa baca ini blog…tapi mimang bah urang sana keyel tue gitu bah ging…aku pun dulu kena tanya the same question juga when i went to KL…i said yeah we’re still living atas pokok…tapi kayu Jati..ndak ada simin coz simin murah bah..kayu jati mahal..!!
   my kakak pun kena sama juga time durang balik cuti di malaysia last year…time durang beli tikit untuk balik kk sana klia…itu receptionist cakap the same thing..welcome to Malaysia…
   kalau ada iban sama dayak jaga karabau..saya mau kawan sama dia ging..mesti cantik itu sumandak…kekekeke…

7. 'AA MOSES Says:
   January 4th, 2007 at 3:55 pm

   too bad i dont drink.. anyway im now allergic to that word ARAMAITI..

8. Rodney Says:
   January 6th, 2007 at 10:51 pm

   Aramaiti = syok oh/syok bah/syok ni

9. 'AuRyaNbEcKLy' Says:
   January 8th, 2007 at 9:10 pm

   ayooo..so stupid juga that ppl…but sakit perut sy ketawa ni reading ur blog…

10. McRae Says:
    January 9th, 2007 at 8:25 pm

    btw…araimaiti is pratically a scene where a lot of people are gathered doesnt have to be in an unciviilized manner like drinking session,only palui thinks that way…a-ramai-ti..ti is just a slang…e.g odoi-ti…i’m also allergic to that word…gali sia…uwekkyuck mau muntah
    glamour lar kokn saying that word?idiots..

11. McRae Says:
    January 9th, 2007 at 8:54 pm

    correction>not koknkonon

12. Raj Says:
    January 15th, 2007 at 12:02 pm

    Hahaha… that is a good one. I believe it’s true that there are a bunch of sad people that still think that way… I think there are still living in the very pass… Anyway…. Aramati even thought I’m not kadazan I thought always had the same mean as cheers or yam seng… king of in the same family bah.

13. Reynold Says:
    January 24th, 2007 at 10:11 pm

    hey buddy,

    know what..i got the same “stupid” question also..they said, “aiya..dari Sabah..masih tinggal atas pukuk..so i said, “yah..lo..tapi ada ‘elevator’ mo angkat kami naik..”

14. Zie Says:
    February 11th, 2007 at 5:49 pm

    Some orang semenanjung are more hidung tinggi type of attitude. They feel that they’re better than the “orang utan” out east. I’ve been asked the same question with living in the pokok one. I always tell them, “oh no, we’ve moved to the caves. We had a problem shitting from the top of the tree. Prime real estate is in the caves now. With big wooden clubs and animal fur”. I feel sorry for those who don’t know sarcasm.

15. Liz Says:
    March 10th, 2007 at 12:35 am

    selamat datang ke Malaysia?! LMAO!

16. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    March 11th, 2007 at 7:38 am

    ciao Liz.. wahts LMAO?

17. Ra Delina Says:
    April 14th, 2007 at 4:18 pm

    with all the semenanjungs and all the sabahans saying the same thing, it’s no wonder we have a continuos cycle.

    here’s my share 10 years back 1. (in school where we were learning geography and history!!!)
    “ra orang mane?”
    sia dari sabah
    “sabah ade lembu ke?”
    err…. ada. tapi di kampunglah. tinguklah tampat. macam di kk inda ada.
    “ooo, lembu pandai berak kat jalan raye ke?”
    *what the ^$#%$#%@?????*

    2. in a local universiti
    “delina baru balik dari sabah ye?”
    ya
    “delina datang naik belon?”
    tak, sia datang naik kapal terbang.

    3. friend’s experience in KLCC (during asian crisis)
    “cik! cik tak boleh beli disini. barang mahal (shop keeper thought she was indonesian)”
    napa? sia ada duitbah ni…
    “ooh. cik dari mane?”
    sia dari sabah
    “duit sabah same dengan duit malaysia ke?”

    bah, apabulebuat? semenanjungkan? kebanyakan ignorants bah diurang tu.

18. McRae Says:
    April 15th, 2007 at 8:37 pm

    nina..nina..so kesian u…hihi..lol..those ppl are idiots or just plain palui!!i dunno..i guess it explains all in this blog…

19. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    April 16th, 2007 at 3:43 am

    ciao Ra delina ,when i was still in kindy school.. we flew to sandakan,, i said to my mum .. you are paying with kk money here? coz i thought sandakan using other currency.. buduh kan me.. remember we bumped in kl 4 years ago sama si nornisha? then we went to that kdca dinner thing..

20. Ra Delina Says:
    April 16th, 2007 at 6:22 pm

    of course i remember. that’s why i add you in my friendster. gosh! has it really been 4 years???

21. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    April 17th, 2007 at 2:26 am

    hey lina! so if we didnt meet that day, mean u wouldnt add me lah? how unfortunate..

22. McRae Says:
    April 17th, 2007 at 4:50 am

    and do u still remember in Rajs’ hse in likas…devika asked her dad “papa,u goin to KL or Kuala Lumpur”?..we were still kids then..hehehe

23. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    April 18th, 2007 at 1:58 am

    ciao mcrae! remember our first time to kl when we were little kids? and that genting trip? we saw the staff quarters underground? yai! soo scary!!

24. VSK Says:
    June 7th, 2007 at 5:03 am

    hehehe…I think all these KLian think they r smarter than anyone else..until now, whenever I go back home (KK). my “future m-i-l” sure ask me w this Q
    “Vanessa..are U in Malaysia or in Sabah?” alalalalala…susahhhh sia mau jawab ni…so i said…”I also dunno…” weirdddddd….bikin panas juga la…

25. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    June 14th, 2007 at 5:42 am

    so vsk.. bilalah? im soon.. just wait and see.. got big suprise for everyone hehhe

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Breakfast…

a re-post of my old blog page of June 2008 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2008/06/breakfast/

Breakfast…

THREE BEST BUDDIES ARE OUT HAVING BREAKFAST ONE SUNDAY MORNING..
MR.COW , MR. PIG AND MR. ROOSTER..
SO THEY ORDERED THREE HAM AND CHEESE OMELETTES ..

ONE WITHOUT CHEESE
ONE WITHOUT HAM
ANOTHER WITHOUT EGGS

GUESS WHICH IS WHOS?

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1. GunTaReek Says:
   July 17th, 2008 at 2:22 am

   is this a joke????

2. AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   July 25th, 2008 at 3:03 pm

   not really a funny joke GunTaReek,, .well its more like an intelligent joke… try to understand it..

six days in kk

a re-post of my old blog page of Oct 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..

http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/10/six-days-in-kk/

six days in kk

ciao a tutti !! wow.. kk got flyover? that s something very new to me here.. i see more cars , roads, buildings and of course more people!! my first day i tried the SECRET RECIPE place at err.. what is it called again the one behind centre point? anyhow.. so tried their black pepper grilled chicken and the mushroom chicken and it tasted ok lah .so my curiosity takes me to their kitchenlah hoping to see how their so called chef prepare them,, suprised am i not to see when i saw just these local boys sooo senang senang simply tear up the lid of the frozen what ever sauce readily made packed into rectangular transparent containers heating em up in microwave ovens and pour em over the grilled chicken on the lettuce garnished large plate.. punya lah senang.. dont want to say bad lah but if u want something original and freshly made from hot kitchen,, i suggest u wait till i open my own place.. hehehhe.. though i still havent tried their variety of cheese cakes yet lah.. that ll be soon..
i do not wish to tell u this but just for others to know.. i am a local here from kk and bred and grew up in kk.. from the first day at the airport till yesterday the friday.. people or strangers just about anyone kept asking me whether am i from sabah or am i a local or not? i bravely enough asked themlah why say like that? same answer i get lah.. i jsut dont look like orang sabah.. helllooooo!! i said.. i showed them my ic and even told them my kampungs.. no coincidence then.. some happen to be related to me from relatives ive never heard of… yep .. small world they said.. my dad knows very well cathy’s dad as well.. her mum cud even be related to our family.. i just find out oso that my grandgrandparents are tambunan-ians.. this one more thing im not makin it up is that comments i get especially from the malays is that i look like some famous malay actor… just wont tell u his name!! yaiiik!! this morning the saturday 061007.. i attended my cousins wedding.. Dominic Ghani at st simon and met the rest of the family and friends.. this is a sign i guess for me to prepare for mine oso soon.. ehehhe..

i was involved in a small car accident on wednesday at kingfisher roundabout.. and pittied the ums physcology student from penang who did not know what to do next.. told him i ll handle everythin and as promised this monday im gonna take his kancil to be fixed in inanam ..my amore’s car escaped unscratched.. oso got problems with my passport renewal which takes a months to be released bcoz of damage ..guess gonna be stuck here in kk again for while… im hangin out rite now at my sister’s place at indah court coz i still dont know how to connect my laptop to the streamyx at my amore’s home.. i dont know what to do next here in this desert climate kk and if u guys wanna take me out… feel free to call me… oh ya!! i wanna go see elephant and orang utan.. …016 846 0252 ciao ciao arrivederci!! tomoro i ll be at tg aru ballroom.. now im goin to damai .. some fusion food lah… got to experiment this things…. so far had 5 pieces of hot and spicy oredi.. yum yum!! shud i tell oso about my diarheas? bah.. raya is coming soon.. hope my buddies are back here from overseas. dapat juga makan kuih raya free.. heheh.. to chef zaldom who is still stuck in london… i still havent yet try the bambangan.. nanti lah.. next sunday goin to papar for my cousin nestor’s grandma’s birthday and there i can eat like godoot all the kadazan delicacies.. pity oso si chef nestor who is stuck in new zealand and cant balik kampung.. oklah… thinkin of goin to shanny tonite.. see you if i see u there!! sono molto felice !!!!

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1. Ricardo Says:
   October 6th, 2007 at 4:43 pm

   Ciao fratello !! Have fun in KK.

   “Remember your creator in the days of our youth …” Al-Kitab

2. Fressi Says:
   October 7th, 2007 at 8:58 am

   AAron…Aaron….1st of al,wlcome back! Sudahla ko “Meet-The-Parents”?? so bilala mau tamatkan zaman perbujangan kamu….? Berabisla ko….anyway,hope to see u someday,sometime when u r sini. Enjoyla brother,jangan complain manyakx2 ma…..kampung halamanla org bilang……..

3. BReNDa Says:
   October 8th, 2007 at 2:17 am

   so you’re back!?? does mummy know??

4. win Says:
   October 14th, 2007 at 5:22 pm

   hi, i didn’t know you came back already until i’ve read your friendster blog. Hehehe.. we could hang for a while if you drop by to tamparuli, your home sweet home.

5. Kenneth J Says:
   February 11th, 2008 at 4:17 am

   wah….ya bah lookin forward to see your own place/ Outlet, and try out your variety of cakes hahaaha…please update us all ya
   flyover in kk…thankful for that, at least it can reduce a bit traffic jam in kk… but construction works are rather too slow, its coming to 3rd year now if i’m not mistaken.

6. Kenneth J Says:
   February 11th, 2008 at 4:21 am

   SECRET RECIPE place at.. what is it called again the one behind centre point?

   kj ~ it’s WARISAN SQUARE

7. AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   February 17th, 2008 at 4:18 pm

   ciao kj..i think building more roads is not helping much to reduce traffics, 10years ago kk population was about 200thousand and latest count last year was already 550thousand !!! means more cars,..hehhe..bah.. i wonder where these people come from? ada mykad lagitu !! at least good for restaurant business mah..heh..

am i home?

a re-post of my old blog page of Oct 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/10/am-i-home/

am i home?

ciao tutti a kota kinabalu!! mi dispiace !! im very sorry again.. yeh kept many guessing and wondering.. am i really back here in kk? telling u the truth ,, yep.. im back.. got here in a last minute plane and soo suddenly that my parents didnt even know.. so far have met my mum only but not my dad yet… just met my two other little sisters and their adorable babies… muah muah.. i couldnt log in to the net coz either i havent got time yet or too lazy to connect my laptop to the snail streamyx … dont even know how to set it actually.. but im in no rush.. my first day was like hell here… i meant like i touched down at kepayan airport at 1500 on monday the heat just made my day here even worse.. can contact me at 016 846 0252 for now.. see you guys ciao

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1. CATWOMAN Says:
   October 5th, 2007 at 6:56 pm

   yeah and he’s finally in ma arms.hehe.bacio amore!

SUMMER HOLIDAY JULY / AUGUST OF 2007..

a re-post of my old blog page of Jan 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/08/summer-holiday-july-august-of-2007/

SUMMER HOLIDAY JULY / AUGUST OF 2007..

DEPART FROM MILAN BY TRAM TO THE TRAIN STATION AND 12 HOURS NON STOP BY NIGHT TRAIN TO THE PORT.TAKE BOAT AT 6AM TO SICILY ISLAND. ARRIVED AT MESSINA CITY IN 30 MINUTES.CONTINUE TRAIN JOURNEY TO PALERMO CITY FOR ANOTHER 3 HOURS..WHILE ENJOYING THE NICE VIEW.

.ARRIVED AT PALERMO CITY TRAIN STATION AROUND NOON.DIRECTLY TO MONDELO BEACH TOWN.HALF HOUR DRIVE AND STRAIGHT TO SEE MY BOSS AND HIS #$%^^&½€¤ WIFE..VIEW FROM THE DINING ROOM WAS AWESOME AND SO WAS THE SUROUNDINGS.. MET THE KIDS AND WE HAD FUN AT THE BEACH..LET THE PHOTOS TELL THE STORY FOR NOW.. ENJOY LAH.. WILL LOAD MORE PICTURES IN ALBUM LATER…THANKS FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES WHILE I WAS AWAY..SORRY ABOUT THE FONT.. NO TIME TO ADJUST..

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1. Dinoza Says:
   August 28th, 2007 at 12:37 am

   Man, looks like you had a great holiday! Don’t mind being there right now.

2. Fressi Says:
   August 29th, 2007 at 8:04 am

   Biasala Dino,v can oni read and luk on the pic……diorg kan org buzang……:P

3. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   August 29th, 2007 at 10:09 am

   hey fressi.. my zaman bujang is about to end already but that doesnt mean i cant enjoy my life rite? id be happier if i have a wife to bring along ..but..baru berkenalan..i ll marry her lah as soon we meet…but when?

4. win Says:
   August 29th, 2007 at 4:34 pm

   hey aaron, how are you? looks like you’re getting married soon. good for you.. nice summer trip! i wish i can go there too.

5. Kenneth J Says:
   September 3rd, 2007 at 8:09 am

   whoa….enjoy ur pics

6. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   September 3rd, 2007 at 11:39 am

   hey guys.. i just laoded more photos in RINGO.. please feel free to drop in..

7. CATWOMAN Says:
   September 11th, 2007 at 5:56 am

   luv the beaches and sea views!wish can B there for sun bath!ow no i wont.i dun want to get burnt lagi!pity my skin.mmmmm

HOME FINALLY !!!

a re-post of my old blog page of May 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..

http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/05/home-finally/

HOME FINALLY !!!

LIKE SOME UNSEEN NIGHTMARES, OF COURSE MINE WAS UNWILLINGLY GRANTED.. ALL MY HOPES, MONTHS PLANNING A SWEET SHORT HARVEST FESTIVAL VACATION BACK IN THE LAND BELOW THE WIND.. ALONG WITH FAMILY, FRIENDS,OLD AND NEW, SUPRISES I’VE MADE , ARE NOW SADLY FLUSHED DOWN THE LOO, OH YEAH .. WHY¿ PERCHE¿ SHOULD‘NT HAVE TOLD ANYONE BOUT GOIN BACK, BUT COULDN‘T SHUT MY EXCITMENT.. KNOWING MANY OF MY GUYS ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO TAKE ME OUT SATISFYING ALL MY CRAVINGS… KFC,ROTI KOSONG, TEH TARIK, KAYA JAM ALL THESE HAVE TO PUT ON ‘PAUSED’ LAH !! NASIB BAIK I’VE STILL GOT SOME MAGGIE CURRY STASHED SOMEWHERE.. WHOS TO BLAME? BUT MYSELF. I GREW UP ON THESE, HOW CAN I JUST GIVE UP LIVING WITHOUT THESE UN-NUTIRITION FOOD.. MY HEALTH CONSIOUS MUM ALWAYS DISAPPROVE MY WEIRD DIET.. DID I MENTION GORENG PISANG AND BLACK JELLY WITH MILK?
WELL,, WHAT HAPPENED WAS , A WEEK BEFORE PAYING FOR MY TICKET, I ASKED MY BIG FAT CHEF ABOUT THE PERSON WHO S GONNA REPLACE ME WHILE IM GONE THIS 12TH MAY? ‘YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME ?’ HE SAID..‘YOU ARE GOIN BACK ON THE 5TH DEC’ ..‘NO NO NO’. I SAID.. ‘SI SI SI’ HE REPLIED..‘YOU WROTE 05-12-2007 AS REQUESTED TWO MONTHS AGO..FELT LIKE SPIDERMAN HAD JUST SPUN HIS LAST STRINGS TO HANG AROUND .. JATUH KE TANAH JUGA.I’VE NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO GO SEE THE HARVEST FESTIVAL EVENT IN MY LIFE!! MEMALUKAN RIGHT? NAMA SAJA DUSUN.. SO NO CANDIDATE FOR ME LAH!! GOODBYE BEAUTY QUEENS!! ANYWAY THEY‘RE TOO YOUNG FOR ME .. I’M NOT GETTING YOUNGER EITHER.. TIDAK LAMA LAGI KEPALA BOTAK MACAM SI VITOS M. KODING!! APOLOGIZZE TO BUHARI AND EVAZIA PERSONALLY.. CANT MAKE IT BACK TO KL AND KK THIS TIME..MI DISPIACE TANTISSIMO.. WE GO GAY’ING SOME OTHER TIME KIO?.. BAH..I TOOK A FATEFUL BIKE RIDE FEW DAYS AGO AND ENDED UP IN A NICE PLACE WITH BEAUTIFUL SCENERIES AND PEOPLE… EHEH.. SO ALLOW YOUR EYES TO FEAST THESE PHOTOS I’VE SNAPPED FOR YOU AT HOME..

BTW.. THE ANSWER TO MY SERPENTE BLOG… I GOT SOME VERY INTERESTING ANSWERS FROM YOU GUYS.. YANG MELUCUKAN WAS THAT ,, COZ SNAKES USE DEODORANT!! AND YANG MELUCAHKAN WAS,, ONE SAID COZ SNAKES HAVE ONLY ONE SEXUAL POSITION… THE ANSWER TO WHY SNAKES DONT SWEAT IS BECAUSE THEY DONT HAVE ARMPIT HAIR!!! NOR ARMPIT!! AHAHAH.. ‘ME’ ALWAYS LAUGHING BY MYSELF WHEVER I ASKED MY FRIENDS THIS… GILA KAN?..

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1. Ricardo Says:
   May 17th, 2007 at 3:16 am

   Harga tepung naik 15sen boz transportation cost naik. I think your roti kosong naik 30 sen to rm1.20. I go back for you this round. Anything to hantar ? must be 100gm below

2. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   May 17th, 2007 at 4:08 am

   hey ricardo.. get me some frozen roti when u re back here.. that can do also..

3. Zie Says:
   May 17th, 2007 at 8:49 am

   I had trouble with writing the date according to the american style, I was so used to writing it, day-month-year, and here, it’s -month-day-year. I would’ve expected you would realize that being there so long already! SO when is your next date to go balik kampung lah?

4. Pammie Says:
   May 17th, 2007 at 9:28 am

   Ohouuu.. so sad to hear you’re not able to come back this month. tia dapat la kita dating joking heehee

5. NoB'n'TaNya Says:
   May 17th, 2007 at 6:13 pm

   haish..=(
   next time kan… better write down the months instead of numbers…….

6. 'OdrYyyy' Says:
   May 17th, 2007 at 9:46 pm

   alalal…apala u ni aaron boleh2 salah tulis tu tarikh..next time u better write 12th May rather than 12.05…so sad ur not coming back pretty soon…

7. CATWOMAN Says:
   May 18th, 2007 at 3:13 am

   uish!buli pecaya ka ni urang!mmmmm laaar baru mo bungkus unduk ngadau for you baa.u want ka i kirim pakai pos laaa.=P

8. McRae Says:
   May 18th, 2007 at 7:17 am

   bah,since everybody soo sad u can’t make it to kk,i’m sure there’s a reason for this….u can wait for summer sales then get some things for ur princesses at home..shoes kah…belts kah(4 me)..perasan la me kan…my home is owes open for u and ricardo…

9. Sandra Says:
   May 19th, 2007 at 4:10 pm

   yiks. u want to go back 12-05-2007 but you wrote 05-12-07. So they think is 05 of December right?
   aiyo. Better write 12 MAGGIO 2007. In Italy the write date month and year right?
   Ur sisters are keciwa.

10. Selina Says:
    May 20th, 2007 at 5:26 pm

    wat la u… looks like u wont b back for JK’s wedding s well huh?? dun worry… christmas is always merrier at home. afterall , it is a time of giving.. among other things

11. StanNLitha Says:
    May 20th, 2007 at 10:36 pm

    Eiseyyy, mau kasi surprise that…..

12. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    May 29th, 2007 at 12:45 pm

    asalamualaikum!! alora!! eee. dove cominciare? well .. im still unable to sooth myself(untill now) after this ‘misinterpretation of my leave date’ by the office clerk!! was the clerk’s fault actually.. she wrote it that way!! bah.. hope i could be back during cousin JK weddin or if not xmas of if not .. never.. but who knows this time .. i got other reason to be back.. suprise!!! just wait and see.. eheh..

13. Catherin Says:
    May 30th, 2007 at 10:45 pm

    Tu lau kau..nex time sendili tulis itu date baru tidak salah! anyway, you aramai ti with red wine in italy saja la kan….kotobian tadau tagazo do kaamatan….hope to see you when you come home for hols…hopefully with an italian sumandak with you…hehehehe..dat would make your dad happy…kasih kalah si Junior…sampai skarang pun blum bawa pulang calon bini..kesian your dad…lama sudah dia tunggu menantu perempuan..tunggu apa lagi…malu juga kalau si Yuri potong jalan kau and si Junior kan…jangan marah ya…nantikena jual…

14. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    May 31st, 2007 at 2:55 am

    ciao cara zia cathrine.. makes not difference .. orang putih or orang hitam,, that goes for our orang too.. yang important.. both are happy.. but you’ll never know.. who know.. ada sudah.. just wait and see… ciao

15. Catherin Says:
    May 31st, 2007 at 5:00 am

    ciao Aaron( eh how too say nephew in Italian)…ya la, orang apa pun no problem, like you said most important ngam and happy forever…ai sounds like ada sudah…can’t wait to see la..lemme know wen you’re coming back kio…ciao zia Catherin

16. Ricardo Says:
    May 31st, 2007 at 7:56 am

    Hmm nampak gaya sia yg balik. Tomorrow flight to Rome. hopefully air italia no strike. Harap harap boss kasi cuti 2nd week. Buli balik kampung jumpa sudirman and nenek No surprises

17. Ricardo Says:
    May 31st, 2007 at 8:01 am

    KDCA 2007 State level Unduk Ngadau
    7th- KL, 6th Tawau, 5th Inanam, 4th KK, 3rd Beluran, 2nd Putatan, 1st apa lagi TUARAN lah.. Miss Joanna Sue Henly Rampas. Ishh must buy karabau lah this

serpente !!!

a re-post of my old blog page of March 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..

http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/04/serpente/

serpente !!!

why snakes dont sweat ? no no.. dont give me answers ..that coz they’re cold blooded thing or they got no liang peluh or they cant run whatever… who can give me the logic answer,, ada hadiah menanti awda bila saya balik kk.. or ill get u something here..

kenapakah ular tidak berpeluh?

and try sayin this as fast as you can!!

ular lari lurus- ular lari lurus- ular lari lurus- ulal lali lulus- ( chinese people can say more faster one oh!)

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1. McRae Says:
   April 3rd, 2007 at 7:17 pm

   Snakes do sweat…so what will u give me?something that i dont have yet?…hehe..Snakes and lizards will go to a shady area when they get hot and open their mouths very wide. Their skin color will get lighter. Some reptiles will burrow into cool soil.
   http://www.suite101.com/article.cfm/pets_great_small/117220

2. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   April 4th, 2007 at 12:34 am

   no!!!! wrong answer! try again.. how’s my little new niece? cry all night?

3. McRae Says:
   April 4th, 2007 at 5:36 pm

   cos they wear skintight suits??heheh..ur little nieces dont cry at night…unless hungry lar..i give up…dont gv me the answer…

4. Chani Says:
   April 11th, 2007 at 4:29 am

   umm…they dnt sweat cos they use sum cool anti perspirant? hehehe

5. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   April 12th, 2007 at 3:41 am

   NO NO! wrong answer!!

6. McRae Says:
   April 13th, 2007 at 6:22 am

   becos this particular snake lives in cold temperature lar….no sun..no sweat..and snake dont work hard…???what am i thinking??

7. 'OdrYyyy' Says:
   April 15th, 2007 at 5:57 pm

   The snake died already so its impossible for it to give a sweat.hehehhe

8. VSK Says:
   June 7th, 2007 at 5:24 am

   funny si Unds. hmmm because snake is snake la…they dun jumping or hopping around…they just slideeee….ya ka? haiiii…sia layan juga si aaron dis…

9. GunTaReek Says:
   July 17th, 2008 at 2:27 am

   if i give the answer.. would i still be entitled for some pressies??

Ajinomoto , cook’s best friend

a re-post of my old blog page of Jan 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/03/ajinomoto-cook%e2%80%99s-best-friend/

Ajinomoto , cook’s best friend

Behold all ye citizens!! Truth be told.., contrary to what impresion I might have told you in my past blogs, the world of chef’fing is not entirely and will never rule my heart’s universe.
Alora or well my amici, there are loads of reasons being in this business, but one i can tell you is that I went for the money, honestly I was thrilled with the opportunity and grabbed any chef job available there. (true reason for me for me still being glued here in Milan)
But let’’s first talk about these wanna-be cooks or chefs which ever they preffered to be addressed.. Here are some true reasons or lies we‘ve been telling everyone about our great love for food and thinking somehow we could make food taste much tastier and better than grand mamas , I tell you…., my friends, we (chefs) have had so many fooled by the colourful and beautifully assembled 2 feet tall of whatever chef’s special dish, food decorated magically with an abundant of garnishes of carved supposedly to be food deco’ and made you think to either just stare at your special order or rather to just eat it regretfully, where most likely it’ll make you sick anyway, so I (know better) strongly advice you not to swallow any of these hand prepared touched all over and over(re-used/re-cylced) garnishes prepared by timeless amount of our sweat wipe fingers , sculpturing and torturing dead animal flesh and chemically engineered vegetables some dipped in eatable rain-bowed artificial salted or sugared food coloring ..!! or, unless they are laser or robotic-ally cut (name me one eatery) .. there are safe to eat .
Hey guys.. ever seen or remember how your mummy used to (or still) cook in her own kitchen long long ago when you were still an annoying ,interrupting and non-stop full of ridiculous questioning kid? Yeah of course you do.., see how every time she dips the wooden paddle spoon into the pot or wok and steal a little taste between her still-in lip-sticked lips and then to re-stir the whatever ‘lauk’ again and taking another slurp on the paddle , only to stop adding cups of salt of ajinomotos until she finally thought she’s come to decision that would hopefully satisfy to the taste of your food-fussy daddy and her non-vegetarian children! (just like me.. and still am.. sorry mother). Well.., we, chefs or any Kitchener’s would do the same thing either , only that we like using our nose-pricking index finger to take that final poke to lick-taste and to give our masterpiece dish that finale touch-up before serving your meals.. and it seems to me that people would pay good money to eat like what i am about to reveal now. Particularly if they know that it was going to make their long well-planned romantic dinner date or partner so delightfully impressed. So.., have you ever wondered how we always keep the outer rim of the plate veery squeaky clean ’virginly’ unharmed by neither a droplet not stain of food? bah..! That’s because we had it wiped off lah with any nearest dirty table cloth our hands could grab on or at times we simply just brushed it off using our blood stained , sneezed, coughed, sweated, shoe-wiped hand towel that was entrusted to every kitchener’s at the beginning of the the shift. (feeling disgusted already?) hahah! I guess that’s enough of some (never should’ve been told) confidential secrets of our domain!! I’ll be back for more next time.. stay tuned!
After coming back from a brief vacation in Venice.., I started my day like any normal day, by half past twelve the kitchen was humming like a well oiled machine. Pushing out intricate assemblies of haute cuisine in gusts of fire and steam ( work conditions described in previous chicken to kitchen blog) . My fellow cooks worked like demons, their fingers dancing gracefully over the ingredients in a blur of dicing and stripping and mixing. Despite the extreme pressure we under, and the urgency with which we worked, there was no yelling and swearing this time. with the exception of the head chef Giancarlo(new hunky gay chef) , who called out the orders as the waiters brought them in, we rarely spoke(more to like avoiding a personal heart to heart consultation from him in storage room).
‘Pronto’ .., in Italy it is customary to answer the phone by snapping ‘ready’ (sedia) reasons which are now obscure.. when the big boss wants some private moment with you, its rarely good news, problem with fellow colleagues, minor feud, paycheque problem, holiday request. But in my case , he wants to give me an unexpectedly much taller hat, a promotion ! which I first turned down , on which I thought was and early April‘s fool joke. I hung up.
I run the hierarchy now.. and the next level in the hierarchy are as follows.. the sous chefs and the chef de partie. While the sous chef worked the pass, putting the food on to plates, saucing , garnishing and checking it, the chef de partie were each responsible for a different part of the kitchen. The saucier was responsible for meat, desserts. Underneath these were the lowest of the low.. the commis, who did whatever they were told by whoever told them to do it.. It was a hierarchy as rigid and as immutable as a medieval society , in which everyone knew their place and knew , too that their continued existence in this place depended entirely on the patronage of the person directly above them.. and that’s me. haha.. I’ll torture them like how I was tortured before. So help them God.
I still remember(years ago) my head chef would come over to check us all that everything was proceeding exactly as it should. Occasionally he’d dipped his finger into one of my saucepans to taste what was in it.. He had never been known to show pain, even when the liquid was boiling, but course my sauce is always far better tastier than my other fellow cooks, they still couldn’t figure out how i wheedled such strongly flavour, or how i made them in the limited time available. Well the secret is easy, some dash of th famous Malaysians secret ingredients,.. Ajinomoto lah!! (not used in Italian cooking) which is safely stashed inside my sleeve, to give that little extra mmmmpphh sedap oh!! they never figured it out until now.. sshhh!
Bah my kawans! I’ ve got a story here.. once upon a time, one fine winter morning (last January), off a little street in the via Garibaldi, there is a bar known to those who frequent simply as Pippo’s. My friends and I were standing at the bar, drinking coffee, arguing about amore and calcio, waiting for pastry chef Gabriele to arrive from the bakery(pasticeria), and generally passing time at Pippo’s before jumping on our bikes/vespas to go off to the various restaurants around the city . (on some occasions I have been mistakenly thought to be as one of them(pilipin) which is hard for some not to believe) whoa? Haven’t they seen a Dusun before? Reason for why I still stroll around in my brightly Malaysian-tagged cap to avoid racial discrimination or jealousy by other thousands of foreign workers migrating here from south and central America, east Europe, India, Sri Lanka, and Bangladesh. So .. these two guys pulled out their chairs just next to this girl’s table, supposedly tying to get her attention lah konon.., rudely snapping their fingers, they called for the bartender and asked for a that employed us.., I received a sharp nudge in the ribs from chef Giorgio, who nodded significantly towards the window. Coming down the street was a gorgeous girl. Sunglasses tucked up on top of her head of blond-ed hair which, together with her tight worn off jeans, homo sexual designer jacket, and the latest must get D&G purse , marked her out as a local Milanese. Trailing behind her was a no doubted two Filipinos guys amongst the 300 000 of them working here doing odd jobsmenu.. ‘me scusi, memo perfavore?’ (excuse me, memo please) It was early in the morning and it’s so uncommon to ask for a menu at any bar!! So they called again for a menu only louder this time. ‘memo per favore!!’ The bartender just ignored them sipping away his coffee with us but not pretending to hear.., by now, all attention was at these two, again they insisted but this time one walked over to the bar asking politely, ‘possiamo vedere il memo per favore?’ (can we see the memo please) and my friend, the bartender, replied in English.., I am sorry ! we do not have memo here,, but we do have menu if that’s what u want !! punya malunya itu Filipinos, after realizing their mistakes, they sat for awhile, hiding away red-faced from the staring girl, and soon disappeared .. .. well , memo or menu guys?

Ciao Karen, u wanted a simple pasta sauce recipe right? bah here’s for u and whoever who wants to try it..
Carbonara sauce . the true Italian way!!
Rempah Ribu.

1 telur ayam mentah, bawang puting dipotong dadu, smoked ham or bacon(halal?), daun basil. parmesan cheese,tomatoes cut cubed

Cara menyediakan.

Pada suatu hari, tuangkan sedikit minyak olive ke dalam ”pan’ dan gorengkan bawang jangan sampai hangus ok?, lepas itu buangkan daging ham or bacon yg sudah di sliced ke dalam pan dan kacau jgn sampai very crunchy!! padam kan api gas dan terus massukan pasta masak yang masih panas yang telah didihkah dlm air bergaram. so now kacau kan pasta didalam pan dan pecahkan 10 telur cicak itu dan tuangkan terus kedalam pan yg masih panas dan kacau sehingga nampak very creamy (jangan untill telur masak ok!). then masukkan juga parmesan(padano) cheese and garam and lada hitam and daun basil.
Beginilah cara carbonara pasta di makan di sini!! without cream!! cubalah.. semoga berjaya !!!

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 8th, 2007 at 3:21 am and is filed under Food and Drink. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

1. BReNDa Says:
   March 9th, 2007 at 5:16 am

   i’m reading this in the office and you cracked me up!
   *gasp* i’ve always used cream for carbonara!

2. McRae Says:
   March 9th, 2007 at 5:42 am

   mummy doesn’t use aji-no moto…but i think not all chefs use dirty linen to wipe the sides of plates served to them..like me..i used clean linen oo last time…but i got extra spoon in my pocket/chopsticks to taste the foods la…heehe
   baru boleh serve kan…i know someone who thinks he/she can speak italian but all lintang pukang…gali sia…ur carbonara sounds eyuucckk..got telur cicak…

3. Zie Says:
   March 9th, 2007 at 9:20 am

   Dude, you seriously need to consider working as a chef in America. They pay pretty well and if you’re real good and original, you’ll also be very popular! A commi chef here gets paid $13/hour and works four days a week, and that’s with no experience needed. I’m starting to think Italy doesn’t have a health department, especially if they use their fingers or dirty cloths to wipe the edge of the plate, I think eating fast food over there is safer than a sit down restaurant! lol. You seriously should reconsider about not telling about the ajinomoto. There are some ppl that are actually allergic to that stuff, it’s pure chemical compound, monosodium glutamate can cause ppl even have cardiac problem! The mildest symptom I know of are headaches. So dude, better disclose your secret ingredient at least to your boss, so he knows and aware of the possibilities of problem that may arise because of this lil secret..;) Not to bust your ass further more though, but isn’t bacon (halal) an oxymoron? Unless you’re talking about turkey bacon. Which doesn’t have that pancetta taste don’t you think? Pecorino romano cheese is used over here more often for carbonara. Well that’s the extend of my two cents.

4. zaldoom Says:
   March 9th, 2007 at 7:01 pm

   congrates bro..kau sudah jadi kepala besar dalam kitchen…ah…right hand man ah…?? congrates congrates….saya tabik dulu sama kau bro…jadi kepala chef sudah ah…
   kau pakai ajinomoto tapuk tapuk..hebat kau ging…kami disini ndak buli oh pakai benda tue…kalau kena tangkap….kena tutup kami..no MSG allowed here in UK ging…
   anyway..janganlah kau kasitau apa jadi dalam kitchen ging..nanti kena complain pulak…susah nanti…tapi memang betul…sama jak dalam kitchen aku…towel….hand picking…and all…
   anyway bro..will be back home soon to kk…hope to see you around….
   and i might try your recepi..it sounds tasty….
   anyway..take care…
   congrates for the promotion bro…..
   TABIK CHEF AARON…!!!

5. Liz Says:
   March 10th, 2007 at 12:17 am

   aduii lah…patut pun makin ramai italian jadi butak..TER makan aji-no-motor pulak! LOL. Anyway..well done aaron..tampaluri bule bogia!

6. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   March 11th, 2007 at 8:10 am

   ciao. First of all.. Gratzie for your comments ..
   Hey Zie, memang i planned someday to go over to the Big
   Apple, city that never sleeps.. but that’s after i’ve ruled Barcelona, Paris and London.. tinguklah.. slowly..well for the Ajinomoto thing, that was like 3 years ago.. competing time bah.. i swear!! never anymore after that..
   Not all kitchens are dirty.. just some bad experience i had before. and i heard that rats rule the kitchen in the States after closin time.. true isnt? hehe.
   Hey coz Brenda, no wrong using cream for carbonara, suka hati ma..what do the orang Wales eat there? just potatoes? heh..
   Hey Chef Zaldom.. bagus lah if u plan to balik kk for good.. maybe u can masuk bertanding macam si Vitos M. Koding.. BTW, salam si Queen Elizabeth for me ok?
   Het Liz., i dont know if that myth of eating Ajinomoto can bald the head or not.. many malaysians like eating out right? what do you think that makes the food in all the restaurant sedap sedap? Ajinomoto lah of course!! inda juga butak!! mostly politicians saja butak!! terlampau garu kepala chop IC

7. Pammie Says:
   March 13th, 2007 at 8:39 am

   congrats on being promoted! i like THIS entry lah..so funny! hehe but i was grossed out when i reached the part where u mentioned that you guys use your kurik idung finger to lick & taste the food..eeuuww

8. Zie Says:
   March 18th, 2007 at 7:10 pm

   That was Wendy’s with the rat problem, lol. Plus, America isn’t immune to “bribes”! If not it’s the capital of bribes! Slip a nice fat sum to the health inspector and all of the sudden you have a restaurant you can eat off the floor, after the rat craps and pisses all over it! The only restaurants that are open 24/7 are usually the mamak stall type one! Where got high class restaurant open 24/7. Plus the real kaya restauranteurs are the hot dog vendors and the mamak stall like kedai. They last longer than most of the high end restaurants. Even the Russian Tea Room which was a highly recognized restaurant tutup long time ago! Hell the lil austrian chef wolfgang Puck punya restaurant Spago in LA tutup years ago also! went bankrupt! So it’s not always the name and food, but also how to handle the restaurant..;) Elvy’s coming over next year with his whole family! lol Come along lah! I plan to show him the American food festivals etc. restaurant and of course have to drop by at Anthony Bourdains restaurant in the City. Before I forget again, Congrats on the promo bambino..;)

9. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   March 19th, 2007 at 5:00 am

   ma dai Zie!!!! stop calling me a bambino !!! im a uomo vecchio now !!!!hope i can make it back to kk for elvy’s wedding. ciao

10. Zie Says:
    March 23rd, 2007 at 3:51 pm

    Per favore! Siete tanto di un uomo anziano quanto i miei cani da tre anni! Realmente penso che i miei cani siano più vecchi di voi durante gli anni umani! Così siete ancora un ragazzo piccolo del bambino!

11. Chani Says:
    April 11th, 2007 at 4:35 am

    No wonder the food prepared by chefs r so damn yummy… a little bit of shoe polish, booger, saliva n ajinomoto n presto…. yummy food! haha

12. CATWOMAN Says:
    April 18th, 2007 at 4:04 am

    i was so regret to read tis dude!ekeke

13. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    April 19th, 2007 at 2:56 am

    ciao catwoman.. that’s why i wrote it!! revealing the truth!!

La vita é bellissima

a re-post of my old blog page of Jan 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2007/01/la-vita-e-bellissima/

La vita é bellissima

Yesterday I went snowboarding in the white capped alps, felt like the the world was under my fist. Standing by the cliff when herds of rainbowed-outfits snowboarders nearly human-avalanched me in my camouflage boot to helmet blend-in with the snow costume. Not a nice way to die my friends!! What in the heavens was i doin there anyway?.. With stretched arms overpowering the whats-left-of the recent uk storm blowing 100kms/hr wind , me crawling forward just to get a glimpse of whats beyond that sharped end cliff !!

For a long moment i felt, all my childhood dreams come true, removing my bulky fat gloves, feeling something touching my outstretched fingers, as i sailed through the sky, I almost believed i was floating in space eternally.. oh how i wish!! temperature was minus 10 degress..

ok guys, back to reality.. my real mafioso world!! I am not goin to talk about how to cook( never in my life..), but i can tell you the life of a chef, cook, dishwasher or any ‘kitcheniers’~! unless you are on of us already, you ll probably not want me to expose the male-dominated world of restaurant kitchens!!! We are mean, food offenders, foul mouthed, backstabbers(to other competitors),gaymen molesters, waitress ass grabbing, food ‘spitters’, nose pricking, crotch rubbing and all criminalised blessed!! did i miss any? but I’m still a good old boy ok!!..

Recently a bunch of mainland granny chinese(kung kung and po po) thought-to-be treated like-royalties, pale-skinned tourist booked last minute rows of long lined tables , common scenes in all city corners of the world seeing them forced squeezed in tuna packed buses after having to save-up all their money for the one in a life time vacation from some cheap shanghai tour agency after decades of hardwork in some doubted designer labels factories in the Republic of China. They should i guess be treated like a royalties, dont you think so? or else you lowly paid guys or unfortunated repeatedly cheated by petaling street vendors wouldnt have a chance to at least owned an italian designer brand label !! hehe .. im bad!! im mean!! but true isnt? lol !!

So these normally grouped mainland chinese tourists with matched looked-like-genuine leathers bags with agency tour name yellow printed on maroon or blue dull bags suddenly stampeded thru the doors in the early minutes after opening for dinner shift at 6 evening (italians dine after 8 normally) they must be starving ? we immediately flashed into our superhero costumes leaving our untouched today’s Japanese staff dinner!! luckily sushi doesnt need heating up later..

A waitress called in sick, 2 will clock-in at 7 pm.. and the cock sucking gay waiters was taking up their sweet busy time setting up tables outside open-talking about how they are going to seduce the next potential customers that evening. Orders flew instantaneously and translating Mandarin to Italian was not and easy task!! So again I had to be called from my kitchen cabin for being the only one to understand a little malaysian Mandarin. I stood there observing their hardly-seen eyeballs suddenly unleashed a heart-seizured look at the price section of the menu.. i began to hear nothing .. but silence.. after them non stopping blah blah about the how they ve been craving for the long talked italian cuisiness.. I asked them in my most slang-ed broken-ed Mandarin …ni men yau chze semo?(what u wanna eat?) somethin like that lah!! .. they replied.. wo men yau spagehtti!!( we want spaghetti) a sudden hawker-market shouts starts comin in all table directions in a loud united chinese accent voice.. spaghetti!! spaghetti!! spaghetti!! I didnt know what to say next in Mandarin, So I pointed out on the Italian and English written menu indicating which Spaghetti sauce would they like.. (guys .please take note.. the italians here normally just makan spaghetti kosong without any whatsoever fancy tomato sauce ..just with olive oil and sprinkled parmesan cheese(optional)..)

So these mata sepet people(i am also mata sepet ok !) had thought that ordering the cheapest pasta on the menu was well within their range of italian good meal budgets was their best ever ordered… even after I sign-languaged them that its only just PLAIN spaghetti (kosong). They insisted!! vaaaaaa bene!!!! customer is always right they say !! but not im my own kitchen next time!!! My crews did as instructed.. boiling lots of batches and batches of shaghetti was the job of any dishwasher. I trusted them to handle all 25 orders and I hid in the back indulging my unfinished yucky sushi,, yuks!! who eats raw ? still hadnt get used to eating japanese cold kitchen food yet.. even after having to work for a year as a tempanyaki chef 7 years ago in a top Japanese Restaurant in Brunei kingdom.. (Takara)

So , the awaited spaghetti was ready in 12 minutes.. isnt that easy? portioned into 25 plates and our gays waiters professionally juggled 4 plates in one hand to the all-in synchronized sudden neck-streched impatient chinese seeing their spaghetti had finally arrived !! The gays placed one plate on every one and quickly vanished including me.. We all knew right then that i was to be summoned soon.. my boss called me to see why they still havent started eating yet after almost 10 minutes? I ve warned them!!! cheap deafs!! they were actually waiting for the sauce!! they get what they wanted, didnt they? just plain cheap pasta.. 2 euros a plate.. ok lah .. because i kesian my chinese blood lah .. i had to think fast.. i heated up a large pot of tomato base sauce .. dumped basils, oreganos, black green olives,capers, crushed garlics and onions, anchovies and cut chillies.. done in 5 minutes.. A scoop of putanesca sauce for each 25 old farts .. end of misery!! I got a personal tip though just for being the savior of the day.!! hehe. bah.. the lesson here guys ,, dont just order saying (i want spaghetti) !!! tell how u like it !!!.. And for your information that the Italians here like to eat just plain white rice? .. u try !! yuks!!

pasta putanesca… ingredients..halia,bawang,tomato, daun basils, olives berwarna hitam dan hijau,anchovies dan perasa..stock ayam lah!!

putanesca comes from the word .. PUTANA..

means the female of a dog……….BITCH..

oh have i mentioned that i am allergic to fresh seafood? gasak sajalah.. no choice..

ARRIVEDERCI!!!!!!!!!!!!

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1. McRae Says:
   January 21st, 2007 at 4:53 pm

   thats y Nestor Suan said i’m a food critic…if i eat in a restaurant..i’ll ask for the ingredients the chefs put in so i know what i’m eating..and how they prepare it (flavours of food) my hubby is getting use to it….otherwise i wont eat it..unless very hungry lar (thinking 10 times wether should eat or not)…lately my daughter and i have been eating plain spaghetti too…with just olive oil,a pinch of salt,basils,butter and my all time favourite…parmesan cheese…sedap juga…easier then preparing rice …and please someone…do u all really eat spaghetti sauce with green peas in it?i’ve tried once…10yrs ago (the place still exist)and my late dog (Scorpion n Libbys) wouldn’t even lick it….yuck!

2. Parvinder Says:
   January 21st, 2007 at 6:38 pm

   good story bos, mati sia katawa!!! Here also we get heaps of tour guided north-east asian tourists mau makan steak but I gather your price is jauh lagi mahal….

   betul dia org makan spaghetti kosong? I bet the mi goreng kosong in KK is better right?

3. RiVeRmAyA Says:
   January 21st, 2007 at 6:43 pm

   mmm after reading your blog..i started to imagine the shushis and spaghetti…really makes me hungry la…eating plain spagghetti…how does it taste…mmmm..wondering…ive eaten spaggheti and macaronni (dont really know the spelling la) with baked beans…biasala makanan org bujang…but it taste good also la..when u really starving…hehehe…

4. Evazia Says:
   January 22nd, 2007 at 1:58 am

   i know that experience 1st hand dude tabik hormat sama bos aaron! hehehehe…

   if i were you…i’ll let them suffer another 10minutes then give them that bitch sauce…K-O-T-O-H bilang!

5. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   January 22nd, 2007 at 11:40 am

   ciao!! true evazia.. kotoh dorang!! you story sikit lah bout your crazy xperience with these type of tourist?

   eh!! Audrey(rivermaya) macaroni pasta never existed lah!! dont know who invented that word? very Americanized sudah!! nanti katawa itu italian!!

   and sis mcrae(unda) we chefs dont mind sharing our recipes aslong as we see your face everyday in the dining room.. dont do it at home!! bahaya!! tanya lah chef Nestor!! we exaggerate the given recipes too, we never share our secrets!! just the basics!! KFC pun lokek in revealin their secrets

   hey pavinder pinz!!since when dorang pandai guna fork and knives ah? steak lagi tu? heh!

6. zaldoom Says:
   January 22nd, 2007 at 12:24 pm

   vilaka betul..bikin aku ketawa jak ini story….ini story nie bagus difilm untuk sinopsis ‘Good Gracious Me’ punya siri….kekeke….
   mmm….anyway…you didn’t miss anything bout the kitcheniers punya character…kekek….
   mmm..that sounds a good recipie..i think i just might try it bro…
   thanx…

7. Evazia Says:
   January 22nd, 2007 at 8:45 pm

   no worry…will let some of my trade dark secret out…blogs be ready! hehe…

8. verra Says:
   January 25th, 2007 at 4:25 am

   Thanks For Keeping me Posted yo & send me more cs im sure u have lot to tell…take care dear!!!

9. Zie Says:
   February 9th, 2007 at 4:03 am

   Ironicly, Thomas Jefferson brought hte first macaroni machine to America from France. I would agree it was concocted by the Americans, but none the less, by the ITALIAN immigrants. But it’s mostly influenced by the french with the Mac n’ Cheese. That somehow sadly has been commercialized like gila, as expected by the Americans, the kids know only mac n’ cheese from the blue box. It’s a box of the short tubular pasta and a packet of toxic industrialized “cheese” powder. BUT! If you go to some of the upscale restaurants, instead of using the good ole cheddar, butter and milk. They use somewhat exotic cheeses, Gruyere, gorgonzola, pecorino, and soft cheese. Another irony, I make Mac n’ cheese from scratch for my husband once in a while with a topping of breadcrumbs, garlic powder (he likes it like that), and grated Parmigiano-Reggiano, broil it a couple of minutes to get the golden brown crust tapi I do not like cheese at all! Unless it’s melted mozzerella on pizza or chicken or veal parmagian. Thought I’d put in my “american” two cents in..;)

10. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    March 2nd, 2007 at 6:55 am

    its macheroni pasta to be exact.. ciao.

11. Chani Says:
    April 11th, 2007 at 4:39 am

    bitch spaghetti… cool!

12. Zie Says:
    April 25th, 2007 at 7:53 pm

    macaroni is american dahling..;)

13. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    April 26th, 2007 at 4:06 am

    zie.. theres no word for burger in italian.. so guess what they call it? BOO GERRRE.
    sounds weird!!

14. Zie Says:
    May 9th, 2007 at 3:57 am

    I would think a burger in italian would be called crap lol! Wouldn’t a huge meatball that’s flatten classify as a burger too? without the pasta, and the marinara. insert a ciabata bread with some fresh mozerella, tomatino, basil, and some drizzle of balsamic vinegar? lol you think they prefer that than two beef patties in a bun with lettuce and special sauce from McD’s? lol

15. Zie Says:
    May 9th, 2007 at 3:58 am

    boo gerrre sounds like tahi hidung over here “bogger”!! lol ok that’s just disgusting.

16. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    May 10th, 2007 at 3:22 am

    they should have bogger burger then!! perhaps tastier.. ehe! nnnnnnnooouurrr!! does nestor know that we are friends?

17. Zie Says:
    May 16th, 2007 at 8:43 am

    Oh yeah, terkejut initially lol but he was over it in a second lol. I have to call him on his birthday. I’m debating whether I should send him a cook book, or a nice set of wine glasses and a decanter?? Maybe beer glasses? any suggestions??

18. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
    May 17th, 2007 at 4:05 am

    zie.. sent him some good knives!!

19. Zie Says:
    May 17th, 2007 at 8:17 am

    I was thinking of that, but there’s this bdoh custom rule that says I can’t send any knives! Jampi the stupid united states post office!! Puih!!Puih!

COOKING WITH FLIES..

a re-post of my old blog page of 2007 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..

Give me a title.. will be rewarded!!!

Waking up next morning covered with flies attracted by the tasty,body smeared, assortment of food decorated us from head to toe, we had been under unpleasant physical sensation,emotional distress for straight 72 hours, having 5 hours sleep for 5 consecutive days when we finally collapsed on my boss’s sofa unshaven,filthy and infuriated!!

I arrived anxious-ed but full of attitude..new years eve was the day , the moment we ve been anxiously waiting for the past 5 freaking days working an important mission. Chef Marco decided on two of his best employees to cater to his annual new year party. He selected his two could-be sons, the Chef Mario the Spectacular and humble-Me unfortunately.. means no early year end holidays for me this year.. merda!!!


I´m oftenly the guy they summon into some top secret operation, high-profile rescue when the chef turns out to be psychopath, or a mean, megalomania cal intoxicated!!..My boss Chef Marco (not anymore Chef Salverio,refer blog ‘TIRAMISU SAUCE’) tasked his most ostentatious cooks with high-risk presentation of the year..and we were determined not to disappoint him. We projected ourselves into the burdening task with near-fanatical once-in-a-lifetime ambtious effort ..never will be attempted again!! We were allowed time off from our routined kitchen chores and all the over time we needed.

For Marco’s indoor pool party, we spent days together in his traditionally home styled kitchen surprisingly equipped to tiny sophisticated motorized grape peeler to room-like refrigerator, instantaneously we started performing surgery in the operating chamber our heads filled with combustible substance, pasting near-microscopic pieces of timelessly carved and blanched vegetables on to the surfaces of poached boars, genetically modified sea shelled creatures and fishes and mutated turkeys..We must have looked like
ridiculous neurologists, using tweezers, bamboo skewers and cocktail bar straws to cut ,pluck,lick and affix garnishes, laboring straight through the night. Unpleasantly covered with stinky, stenchy, reek( not me) but him! ,sleepless after (settanta due ore) 72 hours of near-brain psychologically break down , we lost all perspective, me overly obsessed during one point at some tiny beans in one corner of the poached boar uttering to myself about the oddly patterned black eye-pea , to applying molecules-sized motes of tuna eggs for ‘authenticity ’ . I buried all sorts of horticultural in-jokes in my work, already insanely detailed the lost Paradiso made of lemons grass strips, spearmint, radicchio, near-transparent slices of radish and capsicum.

We didn’t know if these could be done, we ve never seen anything like what we attempted. No forms of mold for footing the walled-coliseum-like neatly sculpted wild boar to the astounded Mario’s guest . In my buttoned-up chef’s attire, check trousers, neckerchief and standard issue leatherette knife roll-up, ,the party time came and we were quite nervously prepared not to expect the favorable thumbs-up from the indecisively judge mental guest but my fear of the might-convinced down go crumbling ambitious effort tasty yet structural Vatican’s St. Peter we named after it for its high lobster dome, seafood-ed in every angle. Reputably if weren’t for the mutated- over sized roasted turkey in titanic-ly ship presentation for its detailed precised top deck and stacked caprésé funnels, I would simply walk silently out of our setted-up operation center by the pool diving straight drowning myself.

Would it hold? Chef Mario doubtfully whispered in my ears. We were forced to oblige taking full responsibility if should the unthinkable were to happen .. very carefully we slid the master-piece yummy monuments to the table , i could tell
my boss the host of the extravagant fanfare pessimistically had planned the unforeseeable collapse of our architectural food concepts sending guests rushing horrifyingly away. Miraculously, all went splendiferously for us. Applauds poured in, standing ovation were given.. it was a smashing success..end of season .. i could go home now ..warm bath.. groomed up to meet my returning brother from Rome to welcome the new year Here in Milan city..
heck!! how to end the year… hmm .. gila babi!!!

This is for my cousin who ve just found me on friendster!! Chef Nestor B. Suan in the land of Kiwi!!!

bah.. saya ingin mengucapcant kepada semua kekawanan saya.. selamad tahun barru dan ghembirra selaluh!! kamu berfikiran saya suda melupai mencakap bahasa keabangsaan ka? apakah macam? masih boleh tahanan? heh!! bah..
i miss kk so much!!

This entry was posted on Thursday, December 28th, 2006 at 5:09 pm and is filed under Food and Drink. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

1. zaldoom Says:
   January 1st, 2007 at 7:10 pm

   wow….congrates mate for the successful event….mmm…i think your cookings and your restaurant should get a mission star mate…especially you…kekkeke…take care bro…Happy New Year..!!

2. BReNDa Says:
   January 2nd, 2007 at 12:28 am

   next time we meet, you’ve gotta cook!
   Happy new year =)

3. 'AA MOSES Says:
   January 2nd, 2007 at 12:39 pm

   ciao coz Brenda!! i ll cook maggie mee and corned beef for u only!!

4. Catherin Says:
   January 3rd, 2007 at 6:32 pm

   Sia belum try itu pineapple cake recipe kau kasi sia itu hari. Sia tunggu Brenda pulang Sandakan baru sia suruh dia cuba try ok.

5. Catherin Says:
   January 3rd, 2007 at 6:33 pm

   Sia belum try itu pineapple cake recipe kau kasi sia itu hari. Sia tunggu Brenda pulang Sandakan baru sia suruh dia cuba try ok.

6. Raj Says:
   January 15th, 2007 at 12:05 pm

   Wow… sure had a interesting time getting work done. I could just imagine the pressure building up. I even have issue making simple curry chicken this days… hahahaha… well, good on you mate.. it sound like you’re a whiz in the entertainment industry.. cheers.

7. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   January 15th, 2007 at 3:31 pm

   hey Raj!! my brother recently committed a terrible sin.. he made daging kurma babi.. no choice mate! this is italy.. though his curry ayam was superlicios ive ever had since 2005. he even taught me the technique..

8. Evazia Says:
   January 28th, 2007 at 9:33 pm

   daging kurma babi??!! ahhahahaha…misti olonok abis hey u with d big gun! remind of benito mussolini…hehehe.

9. 'AARONYMOUSLY Says:
   January 29th, 2007 at 2:51 pm

   hey vazia.. u should try it!! buka restoran makanan melayu bukan halal di kk next time.. tatap laku tu..
   cucu mussolini masih hidup oh!! lawa lagi tu!!

Merry Christmas……

a re-post of my old blog page of Dec 2006 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2006/12/merry-christmas/

Merry Christmas……

Ciao at tutti i miei amici!!!
wishing to my two brothers and two sisters, two brother in laws. all my cousins around the globe.. my family and realtives .. to all my close friends.. collleagues ,christian believers , non christians and viewers… BUON NATALE !!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS.. have a wonderful day today and tommorow.. enjoy this the day and eat alot ok? im sure u ve got your new baju baru ,, so try not to spill any wine or sauce on it!! bah.. if you are wondering what im doing for xmas here in milan? well i
ve decided to work today and on xmas.. my brother couldnt be with me here.. he s got his thing too…alora.. i rather spend my day with colleagues washing dishes on xmas ..to not think of home in kk coz it makes me gilaaaa pazzo,, so jealous lah .. you guys got to be with your family , friends and loved ones…
really guys.. i ve got nothing to do here… boring lah xmas in milan!!! va bene.. siete divertiti ok? ciao ciao arrivederci………. bacio bacio.. and dont forget to tell me guys about you day ok? share lah something.. bye

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1. zaldoom Says:
   December 24th, 2006 at 8:31 pm

   buring xmas in milan bro..???mmm..it is exactly the same over here bro…you’re not alone!!! i’m lonely here…and thinking of everyone back there having fun with their family..makes it sadder and frustrating…

   wnyway…take care bro….merry christmas

TIRAMISU SLICE

a re-post of my old blog page of Dec 2006 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..

http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2006/12/tiramisu-slice

TIRAMISU SLICE

This collum is specially dedicted to Chef BiG Bro Hafez,Chef Amos Chai,Chef Zaldoom Jaafar, Mimie’s husband..Chef Danielle and my fellow cooks,comrades and friends

How does it feels like,looks like and smells like in the clatter and hiss of a big city restaurant kitchen? I would like to convey, as best i can, the strange delights of the language, patois and sense of humour found in the line of my duty.. I would like you to get a sense , at least, that this, in spite of everything can be acceptably quite fun in some way.
Largely I was unimpressed by food. First indication THAT food was something other than a substance one stuffed in one’s face when tummy starts growling. Meals seemed always to consist of Mummy’s locally styled soy sauced karabau or manuk dishes, wok fried fish,fed up home grown backyard kampung organic veggies,just about what you or other local sabahanians had or having now( still ). Agree with me too my kk indian comrades..curry curry.. roti roti..hari hari, siete daccordo miei amici ?.. Pavinder,Raj, Davika,Krazie,Matthew as well.. hahaha. inda kamurang fed up kah..? Leon King Tan ,once in awhile was just nice enough to me, as his sunday school buddy , handing away free KFC coupon meals, KFC was my only salvation then ..He’s Heir to the KFC, just for your info..lah. Just Fed Up, I decided then to outdo mummy’s kitchen.

Me,just freshly graduated trainee chef as i could remember, my 1st on hand job not far from milan city, a home trattoria restaurant, about 3 summers ago. There was SALVERIO , the chef,he was rusty old b@st@®d, dressed like an ancient roman gladiator,blood smeared swords,shields and reversed worn off ac milan cap. He had roughly,tanned and wrinkly face, hollow cheeks with shaved head and tiny broken little blood vessels on nose and cheeks.He was big, hugely muscled .He was a viking, Conan the babarian. Other crews, act believed to be kings, clothed like pirates,chef’s coat with sleeves slashed off, torn checkered pants, ragged and faded bandanas,blood_covered aprons,diamond earings, wrist cuffs, arms and chests tattooed of all the long past Love..

That first year alone i saw all kinds of bad behaviour in Trattoria Restaurant. Impressed i was. These guys were master criminals, sexual athletes,cut throats, i was only a piece of raw mal_carne(bad meat) those times. I moved up a bit by then.

Because it was such a slap in the face, i remember it well , Leaping out of pans were flames 4 feet high , broiler crammed with snail moving train of veal chops,fish fillets,steaks and lobsters. Huge batches of blanched pastas transfered in into steaming colanders, slipping everywhere, the floor soon ankle_deep in pasta alla tortellini, fettucine, linguine, taglierini, spaghetti

you name it. Sweat sucked into my eyes, seeing is impossible, plus the smokey and steamy conditions, as i spun blindly into action. Sweating and struggling and hurrying to keep up as best i could, as Conan the babarian, slinging sizzle_platters under shouting flames, and me, ostensibly helping out, getting deeper and deeper into haystacks with every orders. I lost control . Chef Salverio , finally had to help the his asst.. thats me. As I grabbed a sauté pan, not realising it was red hot, I burned my self. I screamed out hysterically, dropped the pan, an order of bistecca al vino rosso splattered down just inches off my shoe, as small red blister pops off my palm, i so foolishly .. asked chef if he had some burn cream or maybe *Handy Plast*. It was quite enough for chef Salverio Conan the Babarian. It went suddenly very quiet in the Tratoria kitchen, all eyes was on Conan and his hopelessly, 1st week assistant(thats me). Orders was miraculously, stopped coming in for a long, misserable moment. Conan moved slowly towards me, looking down through bloodshot eyes as sweat dripping off his eyebrows, and said,‘whaict you want, mommish boy? Burn cream?!!! a Handy plast?!!!!
Then the most unforgetable happened, I shockingly could see his hands as he raised his humongous palms to me, bringing them up real close to my face so i could see them properly, under wounds of old and new, water_filled blisters, angry red welts from grill marks, the raw flesh where steam or hot fat had made the skin simply roll off, I watched, transfixed, as Conan ..his eyes never ever leaving mine.. slowly reaching under the broiler.. and with one naked hand, grabbing a glowing hot sizzle platter(used for sizzling food), shifted it to the cutting board, and set it down in front of me.
Cheerings and clappings roared by other pirate cooks….maggically orders started to flood in again and deck crew swung back into action,giggling at my humiliation. And i knew then, dear friends, for the first time, i wanted to be a chef. I would do whatever was neccessary to become as good as, or better than .. I would like to have paws like Salverio’s .. I’d show them..

*italian lessons*
tirare .. to pull, to pick,to take
mi .. me
su .. up
….so to say ..take me,pick me up or to someone at the bar you want a one night stand.. you say… tiramisu..
thats all guys..

This entry was posted on Saturday, December 2nd, 2006 at 11:01 am and is filed under Food and Drink. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

1. Pammie Says:
   December 14th, 2006 at 6:54 pm

   again, a real-life story well told by u..

2. Kimbin Says:
   December 15th, 2006 at 9:35 pm

   i like tirare,me,su as a dessert not otherwise..hihihi…with a hint of alcohol…aaahhh!!!

CHICKEN TO KITCHEN

a re-post of my old blog page of Nov 2006 to this new blog page just in case it disappear into thin air..
http://aaronmoseskimbins.blog.friendster.com/2006/11/chicken-to-kitchen/

CHICKEN TO KITCHEN

A straight look at life many of us have lived and breathed for most of our days and nights to the exclusion of normal social interaction..this is my life i have chosen.. never had a saturday off, always working on holidays..lucky enough to have just one saturday night off in a year is a blessing, me being busiest when the rest of the city is just getting off work enjoying their fancy dinner.. thats where i come in.. i hope my fellow chefs , cooks and restaurant lifers who read this might or not like what i am about to reveal.. but they will know i am not bluffing..
I had, as yet no plans to cook professionally . i want to tell you the dark recesses of the restaurant business.. its all here.. the good, the bad and the ugly..but i still frequently look back at my life, searching for what have gone wrong? i would still like to be a chef though, i love the restaurant business, a life time, dont get me wrong..
Eating in a nice classy restaurant, but do you know who’s cooking your food? are they young,ambitious italian culinary school graduates putting in their time on the line until their shot at the top? hope not.. or if the chef is anything like me who has ideas of my own always messing with the big chef’s recipes and presentations. Your customer enters expecting same dish prepared the same way they had had it before,they dont want to be served with some reinvented, Picasso..ing pasta pomodoro starring back at them. . (pengalaman)onced i pressed pasta for two into a rice bowl , turned them over and served it like how rice is served in malaysian mamak stall.. it came back in a ball.. with me still? (maksud saya these two customers take both pressed pasta and lekatkah both half together to form a ball.. faham.. )that was then mt staff meal..other cooks had left overs.. ha ha..
The ability to work well with the others is a must. I am spending the majority my time working in a hot, uncomfortably confined ,submarine like space condition 24..7. except sundays now..finally.. I am working around open flame, boiling liquids with plenty of blunt objects at close hand, carrying knives,lots of knives!!! so i’d better get along with other heavily armed italian hopeful mafia cooks. i dont want to end my life on a hook.. (hook used for frozen meat in large freezer which i will share next time…horrible scene.. sshhhh.).
Being set up properly, trained and coordinated is not only nearly enough. I need to be able to remain clear headed, organized and reasonable especially during stressful service period.
This one experience i had four winters ago hit me..life is too precious..cherish it .. i was on my way to work one snowy morning..got on my old yellow bicycle as other city dwellers..as i raced off in the never ending ,hustling streets of Milan,ignoring every single red lights, cutting through incoming cars in all directions.. i was getting good on this..and still .. as i hit 30 km an hour, curved in a crossroad..just managed to lead accelerating cars behind,,crashed my bike , me skidding and spinning …watched helplessly as my bike’s front wheel been ran by a passing truck by then ..too late to save ..traffic stopped ..few cars got into trouble.. that moment ..i realized something.. how a fool am i..it was my first icy winter.. i almost lost my life i thought for awhile.. but no.. i learned a lesson.. that is,, not to cycle on icy roads.. licin bah… hahaha.. malunya saya… they came to help me up(to clear the traffic actually).. generous people..italiani.. wanna hear more? stay tuned,, till next time.. ciaociao arrivederci.. bah.. to my friend Zaldoom(anas) chef juga in uk.. just hang on there brother.. if she is meant for you..shes meant for you.. no other way.. jangan dulu balik malaysia.. ciau..

This entry was posted on Thursday, November 23rd, 2006 at 4:10 pm and is filed under Food and Drink. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

1. valentina Says:
   November 24th, 2006 at 12:32 pm

   cioa bello.. che peccato..bravo comunque.. bacio ..

2. Dopey Pootz Says:
   November 24th, 2006 at 9:21 pm

   finally, u have ur own blog…to vent out any of ur frustrations or a place to just share your thoughts and experiences……nice entry…enjoyed reading it

3. Pammie Says:
   November 26th, 2006 at 4:10 am

   yayyy aaron’s got a bloggy! just like c grace, i enjoyed reading ur 1st entry. the way u explain evrything, i can actually visualize it..hehe. Ba.. keeep em posted aye?

4. aaron moses Says:
   November 28th, 2006 at 3:44 pm

   gratzie tutti.. gratzie.. just what i needed,, encouragements.. bah.

5. Parvinder Says:
   November 29th, 2006 at 3:49 pm

   Good one Tamparuli boy, syok baca cerita kau. Sia pun pandai buat pasta sudah oh, some French guy taught me!!! 20 minit saja dia ajar, free lagi tu….

6. Big Bro Fez Says:
   November 30th, 2006 at 10:10 am

   Hey dude…Wassup? Nice blog. Great illustration of life in the kitchen. I’ve been there too…& wish I’d stayed there rather than be stuck in an office thats neck-deep in inflated egos, bureaucracy & politics while training wet-nosed students the fine arts of profesional cooking thru their thick heads. I really miss the kitchen dude…!

7. zaldoom Says:
   December 3rd, 2006 at 7:15 pm

   don’t worry bro..i’m still here in UK..it’s true..if she meant to be…whe meant to be…so just wait and see…
   well…
   yup..worloing in this field..you ain’t got no weekend off…but that’s life..life macam perempuan ulu ulu lah bah…di dapur jak bila semua keluar enjoy diri…kekeke..but it’s a good life…and good pay as well..kekeke…

8. Kimbin Says:
   December 9th, 2006 at 9:54 am

   hmmm…i can’t complain in the kitchen anymore…after reading ur experiences…but i still like my cooking n mom’s n still don’t like to goreng ikan until now…minyak LOMPAT!

9. nestor Says:
   December 29th, 2006 at 2:37 am

   Your life as a chef in italy does explain in detail how the life of a chef, cook, line cook, commis, & what have you gradually face on a routine that is called as normal. In fact, yours is more colourful lah. But then again everybody has their own story to tell. Cooks kick ass. Kim told me you were somewhere here so I searched high & low. In auckland now after cooking with the walrus’ in the arctic! Bila balik??