The Barista

Coffee has always a big part of making my day go well. Its something I cant deny that I need on a regular basis to perform.

As far back as I can recall, the very first coffee I sipped was made by my mom. I was just 10 then. I asked for a sip and my mom had this impression I would hate it. She was wrong.

Soon in my teenage years, coffee drinking became a social event. Starbuck and its like spurn up cafe joints all over. Everyone started to visit a cafe and spend their time chatting away. And yes, students came along too. Each taking up 1 table and 3 chairs to mug away for their endless exams. I recall, ice coffee or ice blended ones are the craze then.

Years later on my France travel, I was initially turned off by what the French offered. A small cup that contains a concentration of coffee in it. Its like 1 long sip and you are done. Where is the social interaction that comes with it? Where is the slow enjoyment of the brew?

And what is this nespresso?

It din take long after that that I became a coffee snob. I drink nothing but espresso (with sugar). I would encourage all that this is the only way you could enjoy the taste (not to mention the buzz).

Nowadays I am more catered to everyone taste. With Nessie sitting at my desk, I opened my own cafe joint. Anyone is welcome to come for a cup of cafe at any way they like it.

I can do latte, mocha, espresso, long black and macchiato. Just bring your cup.

PS. I would like to try ice blend, but hmmm a blender. Thats like a noisy machine.

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The price for a dinner

After the date has been picked, the next step is to find a suitable place to host a dinner event my family and friends.

There is plenty of decisions to make. The location, the size, the cuisines, the settings and most of all, the pricing.

Much as I would have love to do a small intimate, western theme wedding dinner as my close bud had, I simply know its difficult for me. Firstly, my family is huge. Its like feeding a company of soldiers. Secondly, outdoor settings would be a killer for me as I tend to sweat easily.

I went about sending tons of emails and called up several places. After lengthy comparison of conflicting proposals, I managed to shortlist a handful of choices. A clear favorite choice was apparently the costly one as well, which lead us to look for other alternatives.

And this lead me to this interesting predicament. Spend a bomb on a gorgeous wedding venue for 350 guests, or spend less but have to make up a minimum of 400 guests.

Sighs

Small apartment

Very soon I would be out hunting for my own roof. With the sky high price and the restrictions place on public housing, my choices are limited.

If pocket could only pay for a simple studio apartment, I do hope I could get something like what this HK dude, did to his.



Now take a moment to look around your bedroom. Does it feel about the same size as his apartment?

Transparent car ad

If wonderwoman fly a transparent plane, who should drive a transparent car?

in between sickness

Now what do I mean by that? Does it mean its a period where I am well and between 2 major sickness. Well No.

In fact, I am neither feeling 100% nor having a flu as yet. Send me to a doc and they would only say, no fever and no MC. Not to mention, a waste of money.

And yet this feeling is killing me. I cant exactly get on with my normal activities. My taste bud is starting to tell me that food taste like porridge and porridge taste like crap. My muscle aches just by sitting here and I cant stop feeling cold.

Deep down inside, I had a strong feeling that my body is doing its best to fight this. They are like in a deadlock. Much like the watching golf, where you wont know who is winning without the commenter or the table standing. In fact, this is exactly like golf. Ever so slow and unexciting. Slowly killing me with the vast wastage of good soccer fields used to play tiny balls.

Perhaps I should take a day off tomorrow. I get to nuah in my bed. Stare at the jumping number. And have some peace and quiet.

PS. if you see me running abt orchard road tmr. Its not me if I do not acknowledge you.

Stuck in Europe

I was to meet her yesterday, but sadly the airlines all around Europe have grounded their fleet, thanks to a sleepy volcano whom had a serious case of diarrhea.

The air smells bad (sulphur dioxide). Its really smells like a baby poops. Before long the whole northern European would smell like each other.

Unlike a certain rich comedian, whom incidentally was suppose to be the new Q in James Bond (till they reboot the franchise), that took a long cab ride home. Most of the regular people are pretty much stranded there.

I do hope the authority checked that the air is safe enough and release the planes so that everyone could fly home. After all, no one wants to be this near to a giant arctic toilet bowl.

Proud of my school

I seldom say this, but I am sure am proud of my Secondary School.

Despite the over the top media coverage and the unfair reporting that has been overshadowing bigger events (ie. the darn volcano that is keeping my girl stranded), I know that our boys are viewed in a bad light.

Its strange to say this, but even the adults are behaving like kids.

But the truth is far from this. If I am to say it out here, I might never get the chance to keep this space around. In any case, in all that is fair and just, I would hope that both parties take a step back from this and look at themselves.

Its no doubt an offense to start a fight. An apology was offered and it seems that no one is keen to move forward with this. So what the next step? Should we start a civil suit and bring this up to the high court? Or should we just let bygones be bygones and let this issue rest?

And I do hope the papers would stop fanning the flame. Tons of worthy news out there and you have to put this on the front page. Shame on you. I am quite sure when the election campaign has started, you would once again up to your old games once more.

The F1 vs the Veyron

Not surprising who wins really.

In any case, I would love to be in the Mclaren F1 any day.

Live to die another day

Once again I did what James Bond has done so many times... NOOO I dont mean bedding women here. Instead, I escape from the put of death and live to die another day. So to speak.

When I was still home, a urgent message from a colleague has warned me about a security check. Once more they are searching for compliance and I know my baby Aiko would be faulted.

As I journey to work, I swapped my sim with an ancient nokia phone. One that is so old that you be amazed that it has color screens.

I hid Aiko in my spectacle case and put on my Clarke Kent disguise. Well if you look decent, they would think you are.

As I pass thru the gantry, I met with several whom were caught off guard by this check. They declared to the security and had their phones taken away. As I walked pass them I let out a grin. Its evil I know.

When my turn arrived, I was asked to empty my pockets. I showed off the nokia and he din pay attention. My bag was search thoroughly and when he found that my spectacle case was heavy, he opened it.

My heart raced as it happened.

I knew that I would be faulted and was prepared for the charges. Goodbye bonus. Its nice meeting you, I thought.

Strangely, he flipped thru and seeing there is no camera lens, he promptly put it back and let me pass. The giant CYBERSHOT embossed wordings was not noticed.

I quickly made my way up. Not wanting to look back. Not giving them a chance to retain me. And live to die another day.

160 greatest quotes from Arnold

He is one funny muscular guy

918 Spyder

I never been a huge fan of the Porche design. But I guess this one blew me away.

Anyway if you wondering on the drop of posts, well its becos I been busy lately. Its very likely I am unable to leave this job I wanted.

Will reveal more in due time