Well now you have the answer….
Indian Thriller…pretty good moves I must say…
“Who put the goat in there? The yellow goat I ate!”
In my personal opinion, I feel that most men make better chefs than women. Before you galz hantam me, please refer to the bolded words and let me emphasize that I wrote MOST men…not ALL men. I would also like to emphasize on the word CHEF and not cooks. It might mean the same thing to you, but not to me. Example: My mom is a GREAT cook, and I on the other hand, is a pretty good chef (tooting my own horn here).
Let me tell you the differences between a cook and a chef. Please note that this is how I see it, so if you feel it’s wrong or incorrect, just post a comment. I’ll just decide if it’s worth publishing. MUAHAHAHAHAHA~!
Well, here goes. First up…the cook. A cook is usually a woman and most likely a housewife. For a cook, recipes are passed down from generation to generation, from mother to daughter in most cases. Recipes are simple yet supremely delicious and one of a kind, it is very hard to duplicate a cook’s recipe. The reason behind this is because most cook’s recipes frequently use the agak-agak method of measurement. A cook doesn’t always make new recipes and usually concentrates on perfecting a few existing ones (which is why they are supremely delicious). A cook usually makes food with a special ingredient -love. While we’re on the topic of cooking with love, it might also be noted that the quality of a cook’s food varies with the mood of the cook at the time it was made. Usually, when wives cook for their hubby on Valentine’s Day or Christmas or his birthday, the food just tastes extra good. However, during certain times of the month…the food quality drops a little but guys will and should NEVER say anything~! Presentation is not of utmost importance for a cook. As long as it tastes good, they can serve it in a basin and people will still eat it. Take for example your mom, do you see her serving you chicken curry on a 1ft X 1ft square plate with a dollop of santan in the corner and a few fresh sprigs of daun kari as a garnish?
Next up…the chef. A chef is usually a guy and mostly quite good looking as well (with the exception of Chef Wan and that Chef Skuter guy). Most of the time, it takes some formal education to be a chef. Recipes are often learned from duplicating a senior chef’s recipe until the time is right to get creative and create a totally new recipe. A chef’s recipe usually includes very precise measurements and procedures. This is so the learning chefs don’t screw up their masterpieces. Their recipes are also very creative and expensive to make. Chefs usually cook food as a profession and make money out of it. There is rarely any love gone into making a dish for you. Presentation is EVERYTHING to a chef. They will go all out to impress you with the look of their dish. Until today I still don’t understand why soup is served in a rather flat bowl that is placed on top of a soup saucer of sorts and is put on the plate that is already on the table which would be removed later for no apparent reason??? Lastly, a chef rarely cleans up his own dirty pots and pans. Why I say I’m a chef is because of that last statement. 
With all that being said, there are occurrences of cooks that cook like chefs and chefs that cook like cooks. But who cares? All that just complicates matters…
Now, back to the subject of who is your favourite chef? I have the Asian Food Channel’s chef list to help us along: http://www.asianfoodchannel.com/chefs.php. I vote for Robert Rainford~! License to Grill is my favourite AFC program. It’s all about meat. Me like meat. Me eat meat with fingers. Yum yum ooga ooga ooga. Me go back to cave now to eat meat…
Here’s a little something my esteemed colleague sent to me: http://ptj2008.pen-spinning.org/
These Japanese got no better things to do ar? Too free is it? They actually have a Pen Spinning Association Japan~! WTF?!
“Today we will attempt a new style of pen spinning. It is called ‘The Spinning Fuji Monkey on Lopsided Crane’s Backside’. Step 1…”
A year long campaign (February 2008 ~ February 2009) has been launched by University Malaysia Terengganu to encourage people NOT to eat turtle and terrapin eggs. It is so un-cool to even think of eating them. I heard it tastes like sand. Why would anyone want to eat something that tastes like sand?! Gila ar?
Kesian the small fellas la… First, before born already got predators like biawak and musang go raid the nest. Then, if hatched already, must crawl fast fast to the sea. On the way, get attacked by birds. Reach the sea, get attacked by predator fish and other big ass sea creatures. As if their life is not hard enough, here come the dumb-ass homo sapiens (humans…duh) who think “Aiyah…everyday eat chicken egg, duck egg, goose egg, quail egg…boring la. Eh? What that thing on the beach? HEY~! I found new type of egg~! Looks like ping pong ball and tastes like sand but who cares? I can sell this to other dumb-ass people like me and make lots of money~! I can even persuade the government to make eating turtle eggs part of a tourism gimmick…How cool is that?”. And thus, our poor young fellas don’t even stand a chance.
So, it’s time to stop being a dumb-ass homo sapien. You can do so by pledging to NOT eat turtle or terrapin eggs for the rest of your life. Simple economics la…no demand mar no business for selling eggs lo. As Jackie Chan would say, “When the buying stops, the killing can too”.
The target is to have at least 1 million Malaysians to sign a pledge to NOT eat turtle or terrapin eggs for the rest of their life. A “Turtle Ambassador” like me, will approach the public (for my case, family and friends) to sign the forms presented to them. You can also send an email to turtle@umt.edu.my with the message “I pledge NOT to eat turtle or terrapin eggs for the rest of my life” together with your full name and MyKad number (for authentication purposes). Another alternative is to fill in an online form at: http://www.umt.edu.my/turtle/?p=18.
Nuff said. Go forth and save our turtles~!
Here are some clips from my favourite comedians:
Russell Peters. That’s some funny shit right there~!
Russell Peters: Outsourced (Part 1). Follow this YouTube’s URL to watch the remaining parts.
The God that was making Indian people: I’m going to take these people here, and put them in the hottest place in the world…and just for fun…I’ll cover them with hair. 
Rowan Atkinson: Pink Tights and Plenty of Props
Rowan Atkinson: Amazing Jesus
Dave Chapelle: Misunderstandings Can Happen
“Just because I’m dressed this way, DOES NOT make me a whore…”
Jeff Dunham: Achmed, the dead Terrorist
Greetings Carbon 14 based units~! I blog in peace.
This is my first blog ever and taking my age into account, I should be ashamed that I’m only starting to now. But I don’t care…it’s all about the future and not the past (damn…that sounded so cliché).
Here’s how I got into this blogging thingamagic. I was surfing my favourite turtle forum after about a year of MIA and the first thing I saw when I logged in was a PM from Pelf. Now you must be wondering who this is la…she’s this gal who’s got the looks, the brains and the heart to do stuff that we only TALK about doing. I’m talking about nature conservation…marine turtles and river terrapins to be exact. Anyway, I’ll come back to Ms. Pelf in a while, so I read her PM…yadda-yadda-yadda…cut the long story short, I found a link to her blog.
Here’s the fun part, the first thing that entered my mind when her site loaded was “Wah lau eh~! So pink ar?”. Then I saw a post about her doing a turtle camp for 2 schools and it looked cool. I wanted to leave some comments and encouragement but I had no clue of what the heck to do. So I consulted my esteemed colleague and all round nice person who knows stuff about blogs and she showed me the ropes (or should I say the links?). I made my first comment and waited…and waited…and waited…”Eh? Why nobody reply me one?!”. I was assuming that Pelf was sitting at her PC waiting anxiously for my comment and was ready to reply as soon as my comment went through our nation’s Slowmyx lines to her PC.
Anyway, she did reply, which was an exciting moment for uncle-who-never-blogged-before, me. I was like “IT’S ALIVE~! IT’S ALIVE~!”…and then it occurred to me “Eh…I osso can blog mar…”. Again, I consulted my esteemed colleague and all round nice person who knows stuff about blogs and I got a rough lesson on how to start a blog. I found a link to WordPress in Pelf’s blog and TA~DAA~! you have me writing my first blog now. Me quite smart hor?
So, feel free to add your comments. Don’t be afraid, I won’t bite…hard. But, if I do see something I don’t like, I’ll track you down and whoop your gluteus maximus~! <— If you dunno what that is, just wiki it.
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