We left the office at around 1130 AM and proceeded to Seed, an organic cafe located in Nagore road. I know I have made countless references to this blog post describing YP's fetish for all things organic, but I will do it again (link).

"Salad more raw than The Great Kali vs. The Undertaker"

"It's called Vitamin King, which is, potato leaf blended with pineapple"

I finished my pine nut pasta (which was also green) and used my own saliva to aid in the process of washing down Vitamin King. Feeling all vitamized, I rushed back to start preparing for the evening.

"Flowers check"

"Card check (see my marmoset holding his bamama)"

"Dummy pressie check"

"Real pressie check. Ok, it aint exactly the Eye of Thundera, but its all I can afford"

We arrived at Mansion 32 early, so we walked around and took some pictures.

"A little inoki mushroom appeared behind me"

"Cheesy smile, shifty interlocking fingers, and NOT wearing my necklace"

"With her 1970 put-one-leg-in-front-of-the-other pose"

"YP, forager of dead leaves, friend of nature, and hobbit"

We got in slightly after 7. The stuff on the menu were very elaborately titled. It's like the chicken I ate has 3 PhDs and carries the title Yang Amat Berbahagia Tan Sri Datuk Dr. Prof. Ayam-Yang-Sudah-Mati, Hons, LLB, MBA, Ameritus.

"I'll have the Datuk Seri Paduka Tengku Besar Ikan-Salmon"

The food was (in my opinion lah), ok only. The price? Well, I thought it was overpriced but not absurdly expensive (cheaper than The View @ EQ).

"Nothing very funny about this pic."

I bought a slice of green-tea cake from Bread History and soon it was candle blowing time.

"She made a wish and blew out the candles"

"Before attacking my blueberry cake"

She opened her dummy present and was quite... speechless.

"Wtf ..."

I then sneaked out and un-dashingly re-emerged with her flowers and her real pressie (which was all the while stashed away in the trunk of my car, along with a monkey wrench and a dead racoon).  The pagat, waiters and restaurant patrons were giving me wierd stares, and some were sniggering like Muttley. Here she is wearing the necklace I bought her, finally.

"With the Eye of Thundera I now possess the power to defeat Mummra... but why does it smell like racoon?"

The chain is really small and the rocks are even smaller. The salesperson that sold the necklace wore black gloves like those baddies in Aces Goes Places. He insisted that I buy their 'True Love' collection (ooo... like LN's mic eating pose in the ATS poster). Those diamonds were smaller than my eye booger and when inspected through special magnifying lenses, reveal heart and arrow patterns arranged in concentric rings (much like a halo). Yes, that's pretty amazing from a scientific viewpoint, but the diamonds were smaller than a pinhead. Having to use the FA lab's SEM machine everytime you wished to see the heart patterns seemed a bit ridiculous to me. So I ended up buying the normal (cheaper) diamonds instead, and gave her two small t-shirts worth RM 7.90 with hearts big enough everyone to see. Haha. With the money I saved from not buying those TL diamonds, I can put a down-payment for another car.

"No the lamp did not set her hair on fire"

I guess I will only be updating this blog again in Christmas. I have to get back to appeasing Huawei, the God of Altera, and pay homage to the M4K experts in ICD. Till then... be nice and merry. Ciao.

1) Copy a dubious recipe from the internet.

2) Spend your precious afternoon peeling, chopping and grating apples instead of watching a good Hindi film on TV.

3) Crush walnuts with bare hands.

4) Mix eggs, honey and flour using your mum's old mixer.

5) Fold in the grated apple and walnuts and get your fingers almost chopped off due to poor depth perception.

6) Not trust your intuition that the batter appears unhealthily dark and evil.

7) Make fun of your batter by imagining you're mining an asteroid and coming home to Liv Tyler and her animal crackers.

8) Sprinkle the remaining walnuts over the top of the cake batter instead of letting your better half eat them.

9) Bake for 45 minutes and sit opposite the oven on a plastic red stool staring through the oven window with a concerned expression wondering if your hopes and dreams will rise like a phoenix or sink like a certain US based MNC building built upon reclaimed land.

If you do all of the above in the exact prescribed sequence, you would have successfully baked something the swamp thing might fancy.

Mafulat!

ps: I'm going to bring the cake to work tommorow to give it to the people I love.

Berry was kept in the most pristine of conditions, to the point that I would have to be cleaned and de-liced before entering lest my impure and sinful fingers sully its innards.

As with all things, old age, unfortunately, caught up with Berry. Riding on it was like riding on an Osim uGallop. Just a few weeks back, we sold Berry to someone who needed a small and inauspicious looking car (haha) to ferry illegal DVDs from Jelutong to SuperTanker.

"Oh Berry..."

Now, YP is absolutely in love with the mini cooper, and if at all possible, she would sell her kidney (and mine) for one. However, YP's kidneys are much too clean for most end users, while mine are nearing or is at the threshold of expiry. So, we had to settle for something much less. We bought a light green Viva.

I can tell YP isn't crazy about the new car. She says the color's insipid (a.k.a. spiritless, lifeless, subdued... you get the idea) and would have very much preferred the stronger ultramarine (which me and her mum was not in favour). She says the tint was not dark enough despite my (again) earnest attempts at explaining that dark != protection. Among the other potential candidates were the MyVi, Kenari, Suria & iTen. But we got the Viva for the most heartbreaking of reasons: practicality.

Since it was a Viva I suggested that we name it Vivian. I also thought of the name Hempedu by means of some weird mental association I have with the word insipid. In the end, she decided to name the car Riverine. Today, YP and her woodland creature friends gave Riverine a good wash (later, I am going to buy a tiny Ah Beng scorpion sticker to stick at the fuel cap...kekeke).

So here's saying goodbye to Berry. Though I didn't get a chance to sit in you much, thank you for keeping someone safe.

"Bye Berry"

The day started at 7 AM when I was awoken by YP's phone call. (I was supposed to have reached her house at 7 so I tried to sound very awake when I picked up the phone) (but failed). Washed up and jumped in my 10 sec car (4 sec *masuk gear*, 2 sec *eh sangkut*, another 4 sec *re-masuk*). Reached her place at 730. It was raining seals and dolphins that morning, but, berlandaskan kegigihan dan berjiwa rempit, we pulled through, arriving at Ipoh at 9 AM.

By this time, the tables of the infamous Fushan would undoubtedly be strewn with dim sum carcasses and pots of refilled-for-the-10th-time-chinese-tea, with wrinkly nippled pagoda singlet wearing cross-legged one-slipper-dangling uncles (Benson clipped in left hand and Kwong Wah Yit Poh on right... is the image complete?). So we went instead to Kao Lee (just 10 minutes away from the Ipoh Selatan exit).

What next, we ordered lo. First came the pot of chinese tea. Strong yet delicate, drinking this really makes you realize that those chinese tea that's served in economy rice stalls during them student days really sia sui.

"Relaxing by the window seat"

Then, almost simultaneously, came the flurry of hakau, char siu pau, lobak kueh, fish maw soup, chee cheong fan... (dan lagi dan lagi).

"Lobak Kueh"

"Chee Cheong Fun"

"Char Siu Pau"

"Dunno what"

"Loh Mai Kai"

"Fish maw soup"

The little wolverine (which she believes is a wolf despite my earnest attempts at convincing her that its a ferocious little animal the size of a rat with razor sharp claws native to New Zealand) pausing just long enough for a photo.

This babi obviously couldn't pause long enough.

Why doesn't Penang serve good dim sum ha?

Other person: Eh, Happy New Year! Wah, never take leave ah? So hardworking? (quick, say I'm hardworking also)

Me:  Happy New Year! No la, where got hardworking? You also wat...

Other person: *syok sendiri*

Today, my panties abit tight, so I tried to be anal.

Other person: Eh, Happy New Year! Wah, never take leave ah? So hardworking? (quick, say I'm hardworking also)

Me:  U-huh.. *cucuks beverage dispenser* *whirrrr*

Other person: *muka tak syok*

Yea, my CNY sucks. So sucky I've been drowning my sorrow experimenting with food. Today, I created a new recipe over dinner. It's called black pepper capsicum herbed chicken. Wow - so long a name? Yea. we could call it 'poco rosso di rotini formagiatta con bacon-bitte della Toscana' too if you want (go ahead, google it).

Here's the recipe. Don't ask me for measurements. Pros don't measure (stoic and square moled lips as I say this).

1. Finely chop onion and garlic. Sautee over olive oil. Don't have to be virgin, unless you're into that sort of thing.

2. Throw in yellow and green capsicum (I never did eat capsicum but YP has since 're-educated' me. Mmm).

3. Dump in chicken breast. Left breast is more tender. Check out the fibrocystic breast tissue survey in Google Scholar.

4. Oh, did I mention that you need to marinade the chicken? Yea. Massage oyster sauce, sugar, black pepper and a dash of vinegar into the meat the night before. Please resist the temptation to lick your fingers.

5. Cook under MAXIMUM fire. Must got steam come out from wok. There's nothing more pathetic than stir frying with low heat.

6. After all sides of chicken appear cooked, rinse the bekas containing the marinade with a little bit of water and pour it into the wok. Lower heat and cover.

7. Go fiddle with your cat/dog/leftover right-breasted chicken for 3 minutes.

8. Close fire. Serve.

There are two curses to noob cooks. The first is over-estimating the amount of ingredients you need, and ending up with a wok more crowded than Sunshine Market on CNY's eve. The second is the paranoia of super-cooking meat because if you should (crom forbid), bite into any raw part, you'll get infected with the T-virus and turn into a Resident Evil zombie. See, the one tip I want to share about cooking chicken, is that you don't have to cook it all the way. Chicken has the 'ability' to continue cooking itself even after you remove it from the fire. So really, you shouldn't have to cook it till it's rock hard. But do use your own judgment la (yea, I learned this from the same place I learnt the word snarbering).

 (And if you do turn into a Resident Evil zombie, sorry lo).

Examples of real paradoxes I've come across recently (you may have to examine the messages carefully to detect the paradox), are:

(Case A: Gym talk)
Singlet man: Wah! Friday still come to gym?
T-shirt man: Aiyah, nobody goes home on Friday wan, coastal highway so jam...

(Case B: Guy spanar-ing a girl)
Girl: Do you think its my fault?
Guy: It's not your fault la... all men are liars...(trust me..)

(Case C: The mamak case)
Me: *pffooostk* Boss, tolong lap meja!

Then there are more profound paradoxes that comes to me only in my 'prime' moments (i.e. when I'm showering).

Like when ten toes isn't enough to keep you steady.

Like when what you do to survive kills you.

Lalala.

(No prize for guessing who our lovable friend in this photo is)

(Venue: Starview Restaurant, Penang)

Being a hardcore engineer, I'm applying a structural thinking approach and will introduce the ingredients and the accessories separately.

"The ingredients."

"The accessories."

The first thing you want to do is to sift in 1/4 teaspoon of baking soda and 1/8 teaspoon of bicarbonate soda into 300g of self raising flour. The sifting process takes about half hour and requires a lot of patience. Put on some pimp music and imagine the powder's something more than it actually is.

"Sieve the flour (300g) in with the baking powder and bicarb soda."

Once you're done with the flour, set it aside, take out the mixer bowl, dump in 4 eggs and 200g of sugar. Mix it till it froths (or as the aunties say, "ribbon stage").

"4 eggs + 200g castor sugar."

"Mutilate the unborn chicks with sugar."

While, the eggs and sugar are rocking each other's world, mash 400g of bananas. Yes, use your hands, go crazy. When done, combine it into the egg-sugar mix.

"This is how you train kungfu my charming friends."

Now, gently pour in the flour + 150g of corn oil. At this stage, the mix will suddenly develop a high level of viscousity and the mixer will ter-sekat sekat. Just add more power. WHRRRRRR - DUKCHI DUKCHI DUKCHI!!!

While it's mixing, take out the cake pan and grease it, and then lightly dust it with flour. Turn the cake pan over and tap the base to remove excess flour.

"Add in flour mix and leave to mix. Grease pan with margerine."

"While dough is mixing dust cake pan with flour. Multi-task! Show your multi-core multi-thread processing power!"

Pour dough into cake pan. Remember to tap the base to remove air bubbles. Steam it in a wok for 30 mins or until inserted toothpick comes out clean. It will smell great, but resist the temptation to open the wok! Go do something else like play dota. (Just remember to come back in 30 minutes or else your cake will gg liao.)

"I also took the opportunity to give myself a facial steam treatment to unclog my pores."

Half hour later...

"Holy hiroshima!"

Nothing a little engineering ingenuity can't fix... (now note this difference between a professional and a noobie).

"Trim off ugly top for quick fix...hehe."

"Looks better when turned over. Good work and good game!"

Now what? Clean up the mess lor!

"Work work."

Overall statistics:

• Cost: ~ RM 50 (inclusive of some accessories)
• Total time elapsed: 2 hrs
• Results: Sucky looking but ok tasting. Have to ask YP la...

Addendum: Special thanks to Jia Yee for all her advice and lending me her alat mengebek. Also thanks to my mum who made so many cakes throughout my childhood of which I never truly appreciated. Now I know how much work and aspiration goes into each cake. Sorry ma.

We stayed in Patong beach for the whole week, and I am damn broke now.

On the first day, we walked around Patong and we were given a warm mata lazer welcome by a local.

"Siamese cat says wadup"

Lotuses abound in Thailand, and this was taken off a sidewalk.

In Thailand, mat sallehs are known as 'Pharangs', and it means roughly the same as 'Gwailo'. Almost every single, male gwailo is accompanied by a local 'escort', which so far all happens to be butt ugly (every single, male Chinese meanwhile is busy bargaining with the Tuk Tuk operators for lower price).

Patong is the busiest, most touristy location in all of Phuket. The stuff here is DAMP expensive. The beach is so so but the sand is (still) quite clean lah.

"Sunset at Patong Beach."

On day 2, we visited the zoo. We did that because it was RAINING @#$.

"Come stroke my LDA."

The zoo was quite pathetic la. The condition was pretty run down and it was sad seeing the animals in those filthy cages.

"Statuate at the zoo appears to be crying."

One redeeming feature however is its orchid garden.

"Atchoo."

In the evening, we visited Promthep Cape. This is probably the most beautiful place we've seen in all of Asia, rivalling the likes of Californian coastlines. Promthep Cape by the way is the southern-most tip of Phuket. It starts with a trek down the hills.

"At the entrance to the cape."

"Three monks meditating, the one on the right was listening to ipod."

"Trek trek startrek."

"Boleh lawan mut."

"Bulan pun sudah kelihatan..."

"Matahari mula set..."

"Hampir ke penghujung"

"Lambuung"

On the third day, we went to Phi Phi island.

"While waiting for the boat to arrive"

"Sampan."

"Karam beb!! Karam!!"

On day 4 and 5, we went shopping until my feet hancur berkecai.

That in a nutshell, was our vacation to @#$ Phuket. I'll try to write a more comprehensive review/travelogue/guide for future explorers of the Land of Pimp (hendrix joke), when I have the time (I still have lots more pictures of orchids and land/urban scapes to share anyway) .

Other than Promthep Cape (and the fresh cut mango, fresh mango juice, mango sticky rice, and more mamamamango....) we both agree that for this vacation, boleh laambuung!!

Last year, we celebrated our anniversary with a Japanese Buffet in Kampachi. Keeping in line with tradition, we went to another hotel buffet this year - The Spice Market in Rasa Sayang Ferringhi (i don't care next year we're going to McDonalds).

Firstly, because they don't deliver flowers on Sunday, I got her a bouquet of mushroom. (serious wan ... -_-, see below)

"With Mavis the Poisonus Mushroom" (curled lips imitated on purpose)

The beach in Shangri-la Rasa Sayang is not so owning like Golden Sands (the latter is whiter and cleaner - perhaps it has staff employed to comb and aerate the sand from time to time). But the poolside garden of the former is definitely more relaxing and offers more privacy.

"Fallen flower buds on rattan recliner, hotel poolside garden".

As we reached early... we had some time to kill before dinner. Apa lagi? Jalan jalan tepi pantai lo...

"Mother hen"

"Our footprints, mine on the right"

The Spice Market boasts a reasonable selection of food - ranging from Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Western and Lain Lain (lain-lain is a convenient way for me to classify food I know not of). Not really the widest selection ever, yet whatever served was prepared well. For me, it gets extra points for the ambience. I noticed that the average dress code for (Mal)Asians were polo tees and long pants, while the foreigners (whites in particular) saunters in with t-shirts and slippers bought off the Ferringhi pasar malam. One day I must go back dressed like that and talk loud loud...

"Ha? Hami Seefood Thermopol? Limpek Ang Moh Bo Ho!" (smacks chest protudes lower lip)

Anyway, we ate until master exploder.

"Custom made crepe with berries-apples-raisins"

We proceeded to the lobby to buka hadiah. While waiting for her to master exploder in the toilet (no la just joking), I took pictures of the sunflowers they put on the coffee tables. The way it catches the light made it a perfect photo subject - I took so many shots of it from so many angles people might be wondering if this was a crime scene.

"Tepi"

"Atas"

And this is what err I mean who I bought for her.

"Vernon the Bear"

- The End - *burp*

Today, I took a walk in the evening, after the rain, a setting very similar to last CNY, only to find that I've lost my 'eye' for shots considerably.

Compared to before, I am more prone to dismiss shots even before putting them on frame. Perhaps its self-imposed censorship due to the familiarity of owning the same DSLR for over a year without any upgrades (hence less adventurous in experimenting a.k.a. jaded-ness), or perhaps I've lost some of it, or maybe it's just no mood?

Anyway, I took a really really big walk this evening and all I took were mostly plant close-ups bordering on abstracts.

"Hibiscus bud"

"Hibiscus bud, again"

"Bunga melor, I think..."

Yes, a bird hijacked my clothes line and made itself a nest. Impudent little bugger. Summore made the hole facing me. Occupy my space summore never pay rent. Mcb.

Because of this little green bird, I haven't been able to wash my bed linen and blanket for a month now. It will probably continue until this bird beranak-pinak all. So I can foresee worst case - half a year.

Should've removed the bird nest early on, but now the nest all complete already I tak sampai hati.

While I watch TV, this sullen little animal watches me. Insolent...

I wonder if bird is good for fengshui.

Mouthful huh? Say it again - Swiss-Garden Resort & Spa Damai Laut, Swiss-Garden Resort & Spa Damai Laut, Swiss-Garden Resort & Spa Damai Laut, Keng Dou Nin Jim Nun Jum Pei Pa Kao!

While the department was busy building teams, I walked up the beach looking for photos (and seashells). It has been just too long since I really, took, photos. To my dismay, I could explore no more than 50 meters from where I started before being met by a big, unfriendly slab of rock. So, instead of taking a lot of photos on different subjects, I took a lot of different photos on the same subject. The primary theme of the evening was to try out different white balance settings, while the secondary theme was to experiment with different ways (ISO-Shutter-Aperture) to achieve the same exposure.

(Auto white balance, ISO 400, F16, 1/250) 

(Auto white balance, ISO 400, F16, 1/125) 

I like Manual Mode because you don't have to worry about exposure compensation or waramashit. But I only use Manual Mode when I'm shooting landscapes because, unlike people, landscapes won't shout at me if I blotch up the photos. Buthen, I can't get landscapes to smile for me.

Here's some with cloudy white balance, and the subtle differences in the color are due to timing (when I took the photographs), positioning (where I stood), and of course, the exposure settings.

(Cloudy white balance, ISO 400, F16, 1/60 - closest to dusk) 

(Cloudy white balance, ISO 400, F16, 1/60) 

(Cloudy white balance, ISO 400, F13, 1/60) 

(Cloudy white balance, ISO 400, F14, 1/60, with waves lapping at my thighs) 

Because of a serious lack of beach, I got bored eventually. I shot this last one to capture the so-called sunset and then ran off to play beach soccer!

(Cloudy white balance, ISO 400, F16, 1/125) 

Yea, I did not come to work on Monday because I spent Christmas (+ Eve) at home (in Penang la) just chilaxing 'yo (trying to sound cool like crom). Here's a photo of the Christmas tree. This tree my mother bought at chee cheong kai more than 15 years ago and I brought it all the way from Subang to Penang last month :p.

"The bling is back."

The presents underneath the tree belong to yp and myself. The one with the simple wrapping (the fugly red one) is mine (mine meaning mine to give away), and the others are hers. She even made a card for me (hung on the tree, see below) while the only card with my present is probably the price tag which I forgot to remove :p.

"I see dead leaves..."

T'was Christmas eve morning. We woke up early(er than usual) to make pancakes. I did the pancakes, she did the apple compote (apple + honey + raisins).

"Krakatoa!!"

Then we watched our first movie which was Full Monty on SMV (Ch 413). It is basically about a bunch of banglas who form a male striptease act for money. The film also touches on serious subjects such as unemployment, fathers' rights, depression and attempted suicide - but you know I did not write that serious subjects shit (it was from wikipedia).

For lunch, yp cooked a most delicious pasta (comprised of honey sesame chicken, steamed asparagus and farfalle in pesto/garlic/onion/mushroom/cherry-tomato sauce). Food presentation below courtesy of yp, of course.

"Nyam Nyam"

It was my turn to cook for dinner. I made some chicken stew, steamed tou miao and brocolli but food presentation was totally neglected so it looked like something out of the CSI autopsy table. While waiting for dinner, she (for the one millionth time - as usual), did yoga.

After dinner we had some cake which we bought the night before at EQ for half price (after 9 pm cakes go for half price... did you know?).

"Orange something"

And then we watched sickening Lucy Pevensie in Chronicles of Narnia on SMV (Ch 413) before retiring on Christmas Eve.

zzz... 

Ding ding ding! It's Christmas morn! The first thing we did was unwrap our presents!

"Help! I've fallen into a sock!" (lame)

"My card..."

"You better be what I want you to be or else..."

Then, again, we had pancakes for breakfast. This time, we tried our hand to modify the genetic properties of the pancake by infusing butter, raisins, honey bla bla into the batter. The result is some roti canai looking thing which we wolfed down with fresh apple cubes.

"Kurang minyak satu..." 

For lunch she cooked pasta again, this time purely vegetarian for I had used up all the meat in my chicken stew the night before (yes, stewpit man am I... stewpit man).

"I ate TOFU with my pasta man... how much more organic can I be?" 

While waiting for lunch, I caught a Shrek x'mas special on TV.

"..." 

And finally, on lazy Christmas afternoon, we watched our third movie - Secret (that Jay Chou wan la). I missed the first half because I was cleaning the kitchen.

"I wish my ogre claus yang kacak will finish cleaning soon and join me..." 

Hahaha ok ok rilek about the Ogre claus thing. I was just trying to talk like popo (congrats btw!). In the evening, we went to Gurney. I bought a cake for my team mates, we had dinner in sushi king, we did some light shopping, and Christmas my friends, was over!

Ogre voice: Work work.

Yea, the owners left for Ipoh and left this 20 kg whitecut bekside of a dog with us! It is a basset hound (which is just slightly different from a beagle - the Hush Puppy mascot). My gf's sister rattled a hush puppy shoebox in front of the dog hoping perhaps to elicit some sort of elated reaction from him upon finding out how famous he is.

When we brought Lucas (the dog) for walks, aunties stare at him and whispers to their children/other auntie friends "Hash Papi Hash Papi". Lucas is an incredibly stiupet but comel dog. When he comes into contact with other dogs, despite their aggresive barks and dangerously menacing stance, Lucas would still go on and try to smell their ... poopoo? And he only has one expression on his face - comel-blur.

He is also super manja. He doesn't eat dog food but prefers human food (potato bread, pizza crusts, apples, bananas). He won't eat it if you threw it in front of him, instead, he wants to chew it off your hand (he bit me by the way). His favourite toy, incredibly, is also a type of food - which is pork feet. He had one which he put in his mouth like a tennis ball and walked around with that whole disgusting thing in his mouth. My gf threw it away because it was covered with ants. Lucas was so sad, and my gf still feels guilty for it.

Anyway, here are some shots.

"His white-cut-bekside."

"Pulling back the folds of his neck reveals a younger more radiant Lucas. Our Prime Minister should try that too."

"Smelly manja-poo! (imagine him walking around with the pork feet in his mouth)"

First, he brought us to the Cliff House, a structure that stands lonely and defiant against a vast Pacific seascape. Looking at the old black and white photographs, feelings both eerie and alluring surface. Here's one, taken in the 19th century(!)

"Looks like some Scooby Doo mansion"

Anyway, it is now preserved as part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area. I didn't take any pictures of the Cliff House because the sun was too bright, but I took this picture of the sea coast just some feet away from the patio.

"Present day - surfers in the sea"

Next, Nafira brought us to at least 3 vista points to view the Golden Gate Bridge. At one of these vista points, a sample of the suspension wires used to hold the bridge in place was displayed - and damn those are thick suspenders!

Vista point 1 - at lowest elevation.

Vista point 2 - at highest elevation, taken nearing dusk. You can see that the moon is up.

Vista point 3 - at middle elevation, taken at twilight.

At about 8 PM, we went for dinner near JapanTown in San Francisco. Ironically, we had not Japanese but instead Hakka food.

Finally, we went for dessert at Ghirardelli. After tasting it's ice cream dessert, I finally @#$%-ing understand why Ghirardelli is so famous. You can see Chong Keat and Nafira coming out of the shop.

*Lick lick yummy*

"Peanut butter jelly time peanut butter jelly time"