Spankcake Parlour (C2005)

Heads up fellas, Spankcake Parlour (C2005) coming your way! Thanks to the wonderful technology of www, I can introduce to you my latest business idea! I gathered for a change, I should show not my recollections but something refreshing would be good for the soul.

Spankcake Parlour (C2005) as I name it, is a amalgamation of the East and West. Pancakes as we all know, hints western in its origin, can be most delightfully enjoyed when you add a little extra spice to it. How? Well, after much thought (yeah right), I figured why not have them spanked onto your favourite girl's ass before you serve them with a choice of toppings (Actually, some would rather have it plain, if you know what I mean....). If the Japanese can have bartop girls serving shit to customers (literally), why not combine western (pancakes & hooters-inspired outlets) and esatern (Japanese shit-eating wackiness & sushi served on human buffet) into mouth-watering, tantalising, sweet, and sour spankcakes! Now you can enjoy your favourite spankcakes in 3 easy steps:

1) View the girls on display
2) Select your favourite girl who you'd like to see spanked
3) Select your spankcake size, toppings, garnish etc.



Don't go to the pub with your mates on a Thursday night. Don't even spend time watching pathetic porn or call phonechat girls on a Saturday night. Be out there, be spanking, comandeering, be entertained, dine, socialise, voyeurise and more! Bring your mates and you can all have a good time at Spankcake Parlour!


Now, who says eating can't be fun?
(C2005) = Copyright 2005

Monash Parking

Hands up who's been booked for parking in Monash Uni Clayton? Hmmmm I see Ryan, Byron etc.. Sadly, yours truly have been booked say, 8 times before? Keke... most of it was in 2002, where I did not have a blue parlking permit even. Plus the fact that I was aways late for class, I usually parked in the red parking at Engineering area. Well, my rationale was if I was going to be booked anyway, I might as well make my $20 worth instead of parking at the blue permit zones, which are usually packed and further.

I guess the most exciting (exciting, not necessary likeable) about illegal parking is that as you walk back to your car, there is the "dupdup dupdup dupdup..." moment where you wish you got away with it again, but sortof sensed somehow you couldn't be that lucky that day. Complex? And I'm not even questioning my recalcitrant attitude against parking fines.



This picture depicts moment after, when you discover that indeed you have been fined. Ah what the heck right? It is afterall just another day at Monash Clayton.

Wilsons Prom

Went to Wilson's Prom over the long weekend. Stayed at a town called Foster. It was such a tiring trip there that I slept most of the way, so Allan had to drive alone. We went to Squeaky Beach for our dose of perv before the summer ends. But more interesting to me was the huge waves. At max, I think the waves were about 1.5 metres and felt like mini tsunamis. No kidding, we faced wave after wave. I drank so much sea water and my ears were filled with water that for a moment then, I was convinced I was deaf. But so many times I was thrown at the wake of the wave that I couldn't breathe but take in water. When I saw the tsunami waves hitting inland on TV, I was kinda unworried that if it happened to me, I should have somehow survived the surge. Now, not only that I am convinced that it is extremely hard to swim out of that situation, I know the hardest is not to battle the surging water, but to catch air. Later, I smartened up. To avoid the wake (where the wave is most powerful), I can dive under it. It makes a huge difference.

We took a detour to Monash Gippsland in Moo Moo Land, and yes we were there for a mission. Our friend wanted to attend the Globall, kekeke... On our way there, we stopped in this own called Yarram, where we indulged in a full English breakfast. I wish Oaky was there too to enjoy the fun.

What do I do these days?

Hello, am currently waiting for me clothes to finish washing so I can hang them and fully take advantage of the rare sunlight. Yesterday Allan and I met up with Ryan, Grace and Wani at Rich Maha for teh. I had 2 teh tariks and it went down well.

What should I be telling today? I wish I could draw everybodys faces and body like they should look like so that I can relate more memories in this blog. Aiyah, I got no job at the moment, only annoyances with the real estate agents and the fact that I have to prepare to leave Melbourne. And hence it has become my addiction once again to think and reflect. Yesterday I decided to take a walk around Allan's neighbourhood since I had not excercised for a while now. So I took a walk. I got lost, and only came back an hour later. Man, age must be catching up on me.


Two, three days back I was in MUISS lounge. There I sat for about 4 hours. IN between I caught up with Zac, Ryan, Grace, Renald, Chiang Wey, Ling, Beverly and more. I played the guitar like I never played before. Despite the fact that my nails were too long on the left hand, I played alrightly. I just needed some company and yet not get too personal as I had my own problems that I did not wish to discuss with anyone in particular. It was just one of those days you didn't want to be left alone. I had whole day parking that I paid $6 for.



So there I was, happily playing away what music I could churn out of my head. I have problems remembering the songs that I know. Nevertheless it was a good jam day. At points Chiang Wey would sing along. But it was good. "Peh Hor" (Ren's nickname given by Zac and I) would pop in once in a while to play his "When you say nothing at all" or "Your body is a wonderland". I still envy the sounds that he produce on the guitar. The plucking is flawless and the acoustics unjarred, buzzed, deaden or misappropriated in any way. Man I want to pluck strings like that guy man.

A little humour that came out of that day between Zac and Ling:

Zac: What's up nigger?
Ling: I'm not a nigger, man.

This is for those of you who missed. Fire away Furdelance :)

Moving Day February 20

Have to thank Renee for teaching me how to include pix into blogs. Been trying forever and never was successful. I am hoping that friends who have missed out on this summer's highlight (moving houses) can get a snapshot of how the few of us, Allan, Renald, Chiang Wey, Kee Hung, Bryan and I three Sundays ago. That day we made the most of the Thrifty 3 Tonner truck that Bryan, Chiang Wey and I jointly hired.

The day started at 8:30 a.m., where we met up at Bryan's (Dannys house). Got the truck at 9 and drove back. We started loading Bryan's stuff into the truck. Boy, did he have lotsa stuff or what? It took us almost 2 hours to load the stuff and by then, most of us had already been famished. We feasted on KFC at Caulfield. At 1 p.m., we made it to the city. Parking was so hard as Little Lonsdale was a one way, 1 vehicle street with parked cars on each side. Fortunately, we managed to ask some building contractors to make some space for us.

We split into 3 teams, 2 guys for unloading into the lobby, 2 guys for transferring from the lobby, and 2 guys to receive and make room in the apartment. That also took us 2 hours. By the end of it, we were rather spent. We left the apartment and made it back to Turnbull, where we stopped for our break.



This picture depicts all 6 of us, tired and spent. We drank our Lipton Lemon ice tea like we just crossed the Atacama desert. We then moved my things to Ryan's as well as Danny's garage.

Life At Turnbull, Jan 2005

HI there again. Today I shall start my story with a nice picture in my head. Yesterday was crap because I encountered much difficulty with the real estate agent. Don't really want to talk about it now.

Oaky moved into Turnbull after we cleared South East Flats in Jan 2. For a month, we had the most wonderful time as we almost had the whole house to ourselves. We cooked, slacked, hung out late (who can actually hang out in their own home?), played lots of Sims (Oaky) and Medieval Wars (Me) and watched lots of cable. Sometimes Ryan, Bryan and Allan would come hang out here too.

One night while cooking, I decided to surprise my darling with a candle light dinner. She went to take a shower while I set the table. Took out me candle holder, poured some wine, some cordial, and when she came to join me, whoala! we have a candlelight dinner! We had some leftover stuff, and canned soup but most of all was the company of each other. As we dined, the surrounding was a low ambient evening hummer. The quiet and the flickering light.... hmmmm ......



I remember this clearly in my head because we got into a serious discussion soon after we finished. 3 hours and some more wine later, we decided to call it quits. By then we were all flushed from the wine and were pretty much content if we could just get some sleep. Nevertheless, this was our candle light dinner - impromptu, romantic and unexpectedly honest (who wouldn't with the help of some wine?)

The next picture shows us diligently playing our respective games. I would be at my computer table, while Oaky would be playing on her coffee table in the corner of my room. We called it the "Oaky Corner" since it was hers and duh, was a corner afterall right?



I remember this well because it was really fun time. We didn't play game because we were bored. We just wanted to play games! Typically we would play from midnight till 8 a.m. sometimes earlier or even later. In between, we took toilet breaks and bikkie breaks. It was fun time! At the end of each session however, more often than not we'd end up having headaches or nausia. Kikiki....

Playing Piano at Campus Centre

Throughout the years 2003 and 2004, I spent some time releasing steam in one of the five piano rooms in Campus Centre underground. Clostrophobia appropraitely describes the rooms, as many would find the idea of playing music in such small, enclosed and poorly lit rooms to be anything but pleasant. For me, it was paradise away secluded from the rest of the uni hustle-bustle just a floor above.

At the onset of the new discovery, I played really junk C-Am-F-G stuff. As I progressed, I felt the freedom of using other chord progressions. As a result, came the tunes that foreran my favourite composition, Meet at Basil's. There I also wrote Down Mornington and some other bits and pieces of music that came after.

In 2004, I was resolved to at least play a song of respectable difficulty. Mind you that in my ABRSM grade 5, I was 2 marks to not passing and that was me 13 years ago. However, I could still scrape a lil by reading notes really really slowly. Hence I needed a whole lot of time to read, and even more to practice over and over for any song. It was that time that I found this magical piece called "Joy" originally by Bach, adapted by George Winston. I learned it as much as I could for a coupla months but as the exams crept closer that June, I stopped. Strange, at first I stumbled accross the song at Borders, and couldn't really bear to purchase George Winston's CD for $30. So everytime Oaky and I went to Borders, I would look it up, listen to it (only the first 30 seconds of the song could be heard), until one day the shelf was cleaned of the CD. Somehow, I couldn't proceed as I couldn't possibly play anything that I haven't heard before.




I remember this picture because of the solace and peace I got from just an hour of running my fingers on the piano keyboard, however crude they may sound to an outsider. To me, it gave me an empty avenue to shout out my sorrows and play out my life's C-Am-F-G drama.

A few weeks ago, Oaky (who's already been back in Singapore a few weeks ahead of me), asked Zac to bring back a gift. It was George Winston's "December" CD which featured "Joy". Thanks sweetie :)

Packing Arnott's @ Toll

Last spring I worked in Toll Altona's Arnott's biscuits distribution warehouse. Worked there for 7 weeks in total. I made a few friends, learned a few things and some bux (which I desperately needed for the repairs of my car).



This picture I have drawn was a typical day, with the main stream of boxes traversing the conveyor belt from a high elevation. At the ground level, the boxes are streamed into separate lanes (12 in total), where people like myself pick them, and stack them into forklift pallets for distribution to places like Coles Clayton, Safeway Fountain Gate etc. Any Arnott's biscuits that you can find in a supermarket shelf in Victoria comes from this location. Once the pallet is filled, we use a cling wrap tape to secure the boxes so that they can be transported to the giant cling wrapper for further securing. That basically summarises the job really. However, it was quite a tiring job I must admit. I estimate that I had to bend at least a thousand times a day and some boxes can weigh up to 10 kgs.

I remember this because I for a while then, I lived on the wages this job paid. It gave me something to do and I had a mini sense of security. As opposed to staying at home and composing strange songs, this was something.



This picture above shows lunchtime at Toll. Back facing the foreground is yours truly, on my right would always be Glen (my best buddy there) and facing me on the other side of the table would be Ken. Tugged at the far end, next to the vending machine, would be Johnnie B., who was always a quiet worker. Owing to tight time constraints during lunch time, most of our energy are conserved. Most would keep quiet and gobble down the food as fast as possible and if there was any time leftover, it would be quiet time. Occasionally, there would be some small chatter. Other times we (the regular people on my regular table) are contend listening in to the jokes of other people. Cracky bunch really they were ....

I remember this scene because it was just another day at the workplace, and I remember the feeling of rushing through lunch and watching others do the same. The race to use the microwave first exists and determined how soon you finish your food and how much time you have to rest, even have a little siesta. That, was how I spent my spring 2004 Furdelance.

Weeding at Turnbull Feb 2004

Had this urge to draw a few days back. Been wanting to do that for the longest time and finally I managed to draw. I have decided to draw out the things in my life that took place since months ago. Some things like weeding at Turnbull, playing piano at campus centre, jogging at Brighton just seem very much more alive when they are drawn by the first person (me) from the third person view (me again). Ever wonder how sometimes we get too caught up with the hype of the moment and never got to capture the moment with a Kodak digital? Then the moment is not shared and will never be until you menifest it in its rawest form - like drawing it out. Hehe, I am no piccasso or da vinci when it comes to drawing but I like seeing what I draw and that's all that matters.



This picture was the first that I drew, fresh in memory how hot it was. In it, Chiang Wey, Catherine and I were frantically (& helplessly) removing weed from the massive lawn of Turnbull. After 2 years of staying in that house, it was time for us to part ways, I had to go home and the remaining guys were reluctant to continue the lease. It had been a good 2 years though. And I was glad that all three of us were present in clearing the house and doing our part. It would have been much better if Byron was here too though, but that would be wishful thinking.

Neways, that day, we started at 10 o'clock, bought the gloves and some weeding tools at nearby Bunnings. I spent the first hour slashing rose branches in the backyard using a kitchen knife (we were desperate to get it done). Mind you we were 3 people determined to cut down an otherwise 400 dollar job as quoted by the lawn mower guy Ken. It was a day of 35 degrees or so, and we worked through to 5 p.m. Between, I had the chance of talking to Chiang Wey more personally about things that were going on in our lives. Bla bla...

I remember this day in my mind because it represented solidarity on the tenants of 24 Turnbull Avenue and also bcoz it was a fucking hot day to do the weeding. Nevertheless, we were on tight schedule and had not a day to waste to weather. Glad it was over but will cherish the day much for long.

Now, 2 weeks later, I am staying in Allan's place. Chiang Wey has had a series of bad luck with accomodation but thanks to Kee Hung, he's got a place to stay at the moment at the very least. Catherine has been happily settled into Rusden House, where she pays exorbitant rent, nevertheless staying in luxurious comfort in comparison to teh granny flat. For the moment I am happy. Publish this Furdelance, and let people know that we had, weeded on that hot late Summer day in Turnbull Avenue :)

Howdy folks

HOwdy folks. Have been wanting to write some stuff but its just too slow with the 'high speed' internet I had in Turnbull. Neways am glad to inform the world that I already have my PR and am a free person. Well, as one door closes another opens and the Singapore grind beckons.

Am quite anxious to start work in Singapore. Can't say I love the stay there, sometimes the ppl there too get on my nerves...

Backtrack one week.... I was already settled in Allan's place and have been priveleged to experience the warmth a family.

2 weeks ago, I was still unsure of my future. That was PR-1 day, coz it was only a day before I was notified that I had successfully attained PR in Australia. What a relief. And on my birthday?? Johnny Howard sure has a good sense of humour. Whatever the case, I am just GLAD the wait was finally over.

3 weeks ago, I worried about my boat. That was CNY week. Oaky would have just gone home few days before. I had a hard time coming to grips with that. So many questions came to my mind. I mean lifes good here. Why leave? Personal reasons mostly.. Another reason which I never cared to mention to anyone (besides the bond, family, career etc.) is that I kinda yearn the competitionship in Singapore. Gotta admit, 5 years here as a student made me into the wussiest guy I've ever known myself to be. Where is my angst? My style? My complaining to YOUR manager attitude? Here in Australia, we try to be nice all round. Back home, do that and (arguably) you'll be devoured alive. NEh, maybe it's just my oversensitive and narrow outlook in life thats talking at the moment.

4 weeks ago... I was having the time of my life I guess. Although I had to sell boat, furniture, plan for house clearing, I had Oaky around. Let me say it was really great having your partner with you, and all we do is just enjoy life and do things together. I miss being together in this unreal Australian setting.

Back to the present. My only worry is when I will be able to sell my car. Have already advertised in MONADS. hopefully got a good buyer for Maggie. Frankly speaking, I value the car highly, but am prepared to sell it below par. I know I will never in the next few years drive a large car like Maggie, but I think fate will have us part for the time being. Keke... am considering a saxaphone in continuance of Maggie's legacy.. inscribed on it (ideally) is 'Maggie'. Sorry lah am just this sentimental fool that cannot bear to part with things I like. I'm telling myself, I sold Tight Lines for cheap, when even I felt for the loss. But after a while, was alright. Maggie on the other hand, had seen me through 4 years of my life. Watching her go is like losing a limb. Dramatic... <> That's better... Sigh... can feel my heart drop really...

Ok Furdelance, this is just another long entry that in another month I'll be saying "What did I write then?" Take care and bless all who believes in your force. "The furce is with you"