Sunday evening..

finally, got some time for myself this weekend..the National Park photography contract got me working every single day of the week..with a week till the deadline and only two more photographs to edit, i decided to relax this Sunday..click!click!i fired up my stainless steel gas stove..its been a while since i cooked something up..for the past month whether it was prepared meal by the park rangers or it was instant noodles which stocked the cabinet in my snug little cabin in the national park..a personally prepared hot meal could do this aching body some justice and much needed dietary nutritions.. i was thinking a simple bolognese sauce, light on the chicken meat and pour it on penne pastas..the pasta would compliment the chicken meat perfectly..just like what mum used to make and i would eat it in front of the telly..ahh, i remember watching those quirky game shows with my sisters..as i reminisced the old days, i searched for the pennes..the bottom cupboard, yes, thats where i put my pastas..bucatini?no..vermicelli?no..where are those pennes..searched the whole cupboard..no pennes..bucatini just wont do it..its 6.30pm..still time to stroll down to the shop before maghrib..put on my jacket..i decide not to zip it up..let the cold breeze in..walk by my neighbours houses and realise that its been three weeks since i chatted with them..gotta catch up with them tomorrow..right now its penne searching time..ahh, uncle Rahmat's handy store..i could get almost everything here..detergent, cooking oil, toilet slippers, you name it..so as i remember the pasta section is the third row on the left right beside the baby products..ahhh, penne!!lets buy two packs just in case..

zipp!slide my scissor to open the penne pack..its 7.00pm..how 'bout cooking it after maghrib..then it will be still hot for me to eat..yeah..

that ride..(some fictional shiatsu)

flash, flash, flash..outrageously modified cars pass by me..with their unbearable exhaust sounds which really just sound like they're hammering their engine to the limits, like revving up to the max before changing gears..how pitiful of their cars..hmmmm..but i relax..relaxing on my BMW K1600GTL..cruising on the highway to Shah Alam..90km/h is relaxing enough on a midnight like this..i ride the middle lane, respecting those "fast cars"..man, this bike is awesome..i just bought this superb piece of engineering of a French ex-pat living at Bangsar for a bargain of RM95,000..just been bought for two months and now i'm the owner..the custom leather seats haven't broken in yet..its an honour to ride this machine..ahhhh, the wind blows into my face as i open my visor..its May and a little cool breeze is always welcome in these humid times..as i approach some corners the adaptive headlamps really work..adjusting itself to the way i corner, the headlamps shines where it should shine and not blindingly ahead..its rather ironic that the xenon headlamps as well as the adaptive headlamps and the front fairing looks a lot like an owl..a bird which could see at night..and this bike can sure see at night..ah, Puchong..this means i'm nearing my destination..nice ride

well, its a start

i wanna wear grey lined double breasted suit so i would look like a politician..oh yeahh