Perpetual Tockism

Malaysia Comot Manyak Cotor.

HAHAHHA ok lousy acronym.

ok la the real answer is: nothing.

Yes it stands for nothing. Its neither independent, nor is it just.

It is yet another tool. Just another tool. Fine, given that some have went overboard with speculations and maybe even insensitive truths, their actions STILL does not stand to reason. So who can we trust now, how can we be treated right, are we but fools who play right up to your asses, hmm?

This is a warning, we may be smarter than you look. If you have eyes in the first place, that is. So I wonder, do you, now?

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Marcia spotted me in a picture taken by a professional. WOOT!

Thanks to Lumiere Art for the amazing shot!

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Link to the whole article at theEdgeDaily website: here. Click on image to enlarge.

Added this to the list of accomplishments. The secret to happiness in life is to make small little goals for yourself. I’ve been featured in various newspapers in various category of articles, but this is the first time I got into The Financial Daily and theEdge. I guess it just leaves me with Indian newspapers, the Harakah and, well, nothing else really.

 

Do we really have so little source of papers?!

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Next up: Continuation of Bali trip – The Field Trip!

When I’m not hunting for cheap but delicious delights in the heart of KL, I indulge in luxurious high-class cuisine that is not too dear for my pockets, and at the same time tickle my tastebuds for all that it’s worth.
 

Take for example, the dish above is one of the great selections of appetizers served in C.Club, Pavilion. A luscious combination of Lobster with pan-seared Foie Gras topped in a tangy concoction prepares the taster for something greater to come, its mission to whet ones appetite is achieved immediately just by its alluring display.

 

Here you can find a better view of the huge, succulent piece of foie gras, with the trail of balsamic vinegar giving a touch of class to the dish.

 

The Duck Confit was served on a bed of warm mash, bowled in fried Kataifi pastry to give a pleasing visual sin. It wasn’t my dish so I have no comments over the taste, but Ewe Tiam seemed to have enjoyed it, so I’m willing to give it a benefit of doubt for now.

 

Next up was the Wild Mushroom Risotto that although was not visually stimulating as the previous dishes, it gave a distinct mushroomy aroma which clouded my senses, sending me into a world of fungi goodness. The risotto was cooked just right, moist while retaining its natural brittleness, such that it absorbed the flavours really well making each morsel a tasty treat to behold.

 

Dessert was up next, which I think was nothing to shout about. Here we have lychee and longan apiece, complementing what looked like a layer of cake which its name I have conveniently forgotten.

 

The brownie they had was, again, nothing to shout about. Decent and sweet,  served with strawberry ice-cream, at least it completed our meal at the posh Carat Club.

 

That would be Tiam and the Penguin, our host and hostess for today, acting cute for the ‘atas’ aunties and uncles to see, who I noticed frequent this place often. Prices were just above the top, but not overtly expensive. At least I can applaud the food’s taste and design, wonderful.

Then out of the blue we managed to catch some of the well-known *deleted due to demand lol*, those who know will know about them, and those who don’t, well, it’s the past so I can’t be bothered to talk about it. All in all it was certainly a night of luxury orgasm, without so much of any complains apart from Hotel Millennium’s bad hotel staff at the parking bay. But that’s a story for another day.

In. 1. Go.

Sounds impossible?

Well, I’ll be taking the challenge. Yes, fat old me. 100 Push Ups.

C-O-N-S-E-C-U-T-I-V-E-L-Y.

Believe me when I say, I will do it. This blog will be my testimony. You, my readers, will hold witness to the grandest feat ever performed in the whole universe. All 72kg of me, that is

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Decided to skip rest days and do all Day 1, 2 and 3 in a row. Which means 2 weeks worth in a span of one week. Should be fine since my initial test (without warm up) went up to 24 lor

I think I found it back

Thanks to KY and Heineken, me and Mr.Thomas Yap were priviledge to receive special grandstand invitations to the Chelsea vs Malaysia in our very own soil!

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This was what I wore for the event. See KY, my jeans also nice, and BUTTON also ok so stop eksyening it is not working! (and btw Robb is the BEST person I’d give the jeans to anyway *bluek*)

Oh and spot the ang mohs supporting Malaysia while the Malaysians support Chelsea *and everybody goes BooOOoOoooooooo!!*

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Thomas Yap who was my saviour as a navigator, thanks to him we arrived pretty much on time, and we bought snacks somemore, w00t!

Wait, we aren’t allowed to bring in snacks, right?

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If getting to the Shah Alam Stadium was one heck of a drama (we pulled over on a highway and stopped cars from moving just to go 90 degrees into the correct road lolol) then the actual part of entering the stadium is a big bloody MAYHEM!!!!

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But there’s always time to camwhore like a true campimp ;D

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The sea of blue waves sitting together like a bunch of ***** lolol. At this point we gave up trying to contact anyone cause all phones are in jam-mode. It was just me and Thomas from now on. Just me. and Thomas. *licks lips*

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A breathtakingly beautiful shot of the stadium… I heart my camera so much!

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And we were close enough to spot the player’s balls! Like, football balls la =P

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Another angle we sat at after second half. This time we were at Heineken’s reserved area, but we still failed to locate anyone familiar except a few faces but they had their own gang la. Like Wen Yen. Though Wen Yen didn’t end up happy for some reason hehe…

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Oh wait, what’s this??

KACANG GORENG CAP TANGAN BAGUS! But but but I thought cannot bring food in one? I thought all throw outside when chop tickets wan?!!

That’s right. I smuggled it in. USING MY STOMACH OK WOO HOOO!

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Ok la Thomas Yap also quite keng. He smuggled in some ciplak Oreos. By his back pocket. He’s so damn tall, nobody noticed anything la! (now nobody WILL insinuate anything regarding me keeping them nuts at my stomache area or suffer the wrath of a Tockie scorn!)

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What’s funny about this picture?

ITS SO FUNNY WAHAHAHAHHA (but i dunno why :/)

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Ah but spotted Joyce of KinkyBlueFairy! So tanned, lol. Okla saw Kenny the Sia also but he disappeared soon after, and only met the rest of them at McDonalds, neh you can see at Cheeserland, but me and Tom had more serious things to discuss than to meet up with some celeb bloggers wahahaa

 

Guess all in all it was an experience to behold. Having used to stay 20 minutes away from the Chelsea Stadium, at Fulham, London, it gave me a sense of nostalgicism and made me miss my London more.. I guess I’m not really done with London at the end of the day, so watch out London, the Tockism may return to you!

what a scenery, what splendour, and the game ends with 2-0 to Chelsea, with Malaysia doing pretty well with some great attempts at scoring and defending too Till next time babes! (haha!)