LightBox

Every photographer at one point or another will have made his own lightbox.
My pathetic attempt seems to be a failed one.
:(((





A simple White Balance tweak change things around....
Dem....there's no completely white paper around here......

A new week, A new poster

Another masterpiece from yitbunmoi

Hakka Thread Posters

Hmmm, better post here b4 they are lost. Hakka people got many type wan. All oso very geng wan. From photography to photochoppy, car admirer to car modifier, phone wannabe to phone buyer, slave to boss, thin to fat, tall to short, macam macam ada.
Very diverse bunch of people. Oh, and im just talking about the Hakkas in a particular forum, specifically a thread. Chamness.
Come, meet the Hakkas.

Im Back

As per title.
K Thanks Bye.
Will be very free I guess. Call me

Soup n Prawn

Wolla. Another cooking session.
No la, actually cook for almost every day. But the dishes are very the simple wan. So didnt post only. Then now also posting simple dishes.
One is a soup. Ingredients all from Irene again, I just follow instructions.



Its erm, wat wat white carrot wat soup. Still lack of those sweet taste. And too dilute. Note to self - boil longer.

Then this is another dish. Ingredients by me. Method also by me. So this is my 1st stand alone dish. Muahahaha.
Actually its from the cookbook that we bought. Quite illustrative. Thats why it attracted me - the nub of the nub. I chose this one because I dont have the ingredients mentioned in the other dishes.
So, here goes.



Notice the black prawns? Of course you did. :(((
The "step by step" said deep fry. How the hell I know you must keep the fire low? Thats why when I put the first four pieces of prawns in the oil, they caught fire....
I was shocked!!! Why the hell my prawns caught fire?? Alas, in the blink of an eye, they became african prawn - as wat Meng calls it.
Lesson learnt. Slowed down the fire. and wolla. Amazing golden prawns.

HUhuhu
What to cook next?

Interviews

Just had a marathon of interviews just now. Its for various of position in the company. Its not the 1st time Im interviewing people. But its the first marathon and fully handled by me.
So its a bit chamness filled with tiredness. Just for info sake - no leng lui involved. If got, oredi hire loo :w:

Anyway. I need a place to blow up. And here I am.
Actually the interview is not that bad. Except there is one girl who really smells. Smells as in erm... in a not very pleasant way. =.="
The thing irked me the most is this call - stupid call.

There's this guy. A full grown man, very, actually over qualified for a fresh job. An engineering degree from the USA, demanding a pay double from the others. Whom I still ask for an interview anyway. If he is really good, I'll hire him anyway.
The thing is, everything was arranged by his mother.
His mother called me to arrange for the interview, called me to ask about the job. Dem, such a mamiboy.

Then, at the interview, out of respect, he is the only one I rejected his job application face to face. The rest, I just left them in the dark. I'll call you kinda thing.

Then after he left, moments later. His mother called. Nagged and complain about why I rejected his son n all. Wasting his effort n all. Blah Blah Blah.
I used my usual tactic. Letting her talk, while the phone is on the table. Occasionally, I will pick it up to see if she is still talking. Sometimes I'll reply "oic", then the phone will be on the table again. Dem irritating. Dem mamiboy that fella. Ugh.
So lastly I scolded the mother, and said I dont haf to justify my rejection to her. She agreed I dun haf to. So i said - K Thks Bye.
huhuhu

Malay guy came back, with goodies

Yay, today the malay guy came back from Msia to TnT. huhuhu.
A lot of stuffs kirim from him. Jilakak him didnt change my camera battery charger.
But then again, he brough other stuffs. Muahaha


The Playstation 2
weee...
woah...so small. much smaller than i ever imagine. I very sanpa wan. Small time poor ma. So mah not used to this kind of luxury games lo. huhuhu
Play play play.

But the thing he brought back that I love most is....this


It sorta remind me to the time when I was just a kid. Pre-form 1. My mother brought me to town. It was a big thing for a kid like me back then. I remembered we took a cab there, to sumwhere near Pertama I think. It was really a big thing. We were so poor back then, taking a bus was considered as a luxury. And we took a cab.
She sorta walked wif me for a big distance, to look for a shop with good bargains, to buy me a pen. It was a Parker pen.

I knew it was sorta like a 4A in UPSR cum studi harder incentive for me during the secondary entrance. I was small, but I knew the meaning, and the sacrifice she made. Remember my financial post? That pen, can bring food on the table for many days.
Thank you mum. Although my kiddish curiousity killed the pen in my autopsy.

Now, my lahling got me a Parker. I can feel the same kind of hope, the same kind of closeness, but a different kind of love in it.
I will come back to your side, along with it. Thank you LiFong.

Wait for me