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"

I agree that the streams are clear. Its so clear I can see right through it, down to the river bed. Its so clear I feel like I'm the Malboro cowboy. Its so clear I feel like taking my cowboy boots off and wade in with my horse.

"So clear I spotted fishes swimming in the streams and wild ducks darting about."

"Stream nestled in by granite cliffs on three sides"

As it is so hot during summer, you see some people floating about blissfully in rubber tubes too.

Yosemite is also famous for its meadows. A meadow is a habitat of rolling or flat terrain where grasses predominate. Typically, what is called a meadow has more biodiversity than a grassland as the former contains not only grasses but a significant variety of annual, biennial and perennial plants. Again, that was according to wikipedia. By the way, in England, meadows are known as pastures.

"Smack in the middle of a meadow when this picture was taken. Turning left, right or back - I'm greeted only by silence and vast expanses of wildflowers bobbing in the wind."

Luckily I didn't get bitten by any snakes. Anyway, Yosemite is most well known for half dome peak. You probably see half dome peak in every Yosemite tourist photo you come across.

"Half dome from a distance"

"Half dome from an elevated vista point"

The best view of half dome is from another peak called Glacier Peak. It is located on the south wall of Yosemite Valley at an elevation of 7,214 ft (2,199 m) or 3,200 ft (975 m). There, you get magnificent downsweeping views of everything.

"Alpines"

"Many people have functions like weddings in this tiny coliseum-like structure here at Glacier Point. Being at an elevated altitude above the clouds make stargazing a very popular activity here too"

"Downsweeping view of Yosemite Valley"

The complex is large, and is situated next to the Pacific ocean. There are many unique features about this aquarium - one of which being the fact that the surrounding ecosystem is an exhibit in its own through the high magnification lenses made available on observation decks like the below.

"You can see real wild seals and birds ngayap through the binoculars!"

Should you decide to turn your attention away from wildlife and just soak in the view instead, it is just as well. You can also spot people kayaking in the calm ocean, though I shudder to think what would happen if they capsized as the water is freezing cold out here!

"Steady... steady..."

Indoors, it was very dark and very difficult to photograph. It also happened to be a most crowded weekend. Anyway, the first exhibit we saw were the jellyfishes. They range in size from a mosquito (magnified through the use of concave glass) to perhaps a car pillow. Most however are about the size of a fist. This is an example of one of those fist-sized jellyfishes floating about in still darkness. If you could only watch them move - its simply ethereal. There's a tank that spans the entire wall, swarming with these little critters - and here's one of 'em, close-up, or up-close... or wateva.

"Am thinking of opening up a jellyfish exhibit by dumping a bunch of plastic bags in a tank"

Photography becomes easier for jellyfishes which can tolerate more light. In this more well-illuminated tank, I took several photos of fiery golden, relatively active, pillow-sized jellyfishes.

Its tail is long and just eeeeeu. Check it out here.

There's also the otter exhibit. Woo hoo - who can resist otters? They're active, playful and the crowd's delight! I did not manage to get any pictures as it was too crowded and they were too fast for me. All I got were these little paws scurrying underwater. *Fuk fuk fuk fuk fuk*! Can you spot 'em below?

One more notable attraction in the aquarium was the 3-storey tank. In there, you get a menagerie of GIANT tunas (I didn't know they could be that big), hammerhead sharks, barracudas, turtles and the strangest of them all - the dismembered floating head, the sun fish. Of course, it was too dark to take any photographs.

Others still are the deep sea octopus tank, the tide tank, the penguin tank, and the kelp tank (below).

A disenchanted and unmoving Mr. Fish bobbing up and down in the kelp tank.

Then of course, you get your daily dose of pet shop fishes/plants too. There was so much seen and so many that could not be captured on film. Wow - underwater life is amazing!

"Peek"

I saw a Siberian Husky with deep blue eyes when I was in Monterey last weekend. Huskies are dogs which are typically exploited in cheesy dog tales where a group of boys get stranded in a snowstorm after a horrific plane crash and along comes them heroic wolf-dogs to save the day.

Noon looks like night here.

Seaweed, all sprawled on the sand.

Picnic bench.

Flowers and the Pacific ocean.

Angry bird.

I think it must've been like my fourth or fifth time to this place. As always, this place is grim. Dark and gloomy, like a Clint Eastwood movie with no subtitles. Pft.

Here's my travel mate marmolobo, demanding a hot bath (and saying hi).

• Information is data.
• Knowledge is applied data.
• Skill is the measure by which the data is applied successfully.

It was easy to understand. However, it was not of late that it went beyond understanding to appreciation, thanks to me botching my photographs in the Spice Garden three weeks ago.

I was puzzled why all the photos taken in Manual, Aperture-Prioriy and Shutter-Priority turned out over-exposed, while those taken in Auto-Mode turned out decently well. I thought I had covered all the bases - but my light meter kept giving me Aperture and Shutter combinations that were turning my photos white. I changed my light meter from matrix to center to spot; metering specifically off the mid tones or cloudy skies, but it took plenty to tame the camera. It seemed indignant, adamant on misbehaving.

Two days later when I reviewed the photos, I realized something. OMG - the ISO was turned up to 1600!! I forgot to reset the ISO after Louis and SookPing's wedding! The coin drops and all the pieces fell into place. No wonder it was so difficult to set the correct exposure and no wonder the photos all turned out grainy! (see below).

ps: By the way, ISO 1600 here affects the quality of the photo but does not refer to the ISO quality standard certification.

I've always held the belief that the gap between knowledge and skill is not that wide, that once you really mastered a subject (the difficult part),it will not be too difficult to apply it succesfully. I mean, if you truly knew what you were supposed to do (knowledge), how in the world would you screw it up (skill)? I guess the answer lies in the inherent nature of being human. Sometimes you 'temporarily' forget what you were supposed to do. Sometimes, only by doing do you measure how much you really know in the first place. This was a clear lesson for me. There will always be a big gap between knowing and actually 'doing' it. This gap I believe, can only be filled with experience.

Flawless execution is impossible because we are human. Practice and dilligence makes the difference. I guess this applies to everything from photo-taking to your career.

After lunch, we exchanged presents (I gave her a pair of heels, and she gave me a camera bag and a BEAUTIFUL handmade card), and proceeded to the Tropical Spice Garden to while the afternoon away.

"Yessss... Yoko Ono has a pair of heels just like this!"

It was a very relaxing experience with the garden housing many hidden (delightable) treasures. Among them, is a gigantic wooden swing, where if you sat on it and leaned back, you would see ropes that go so far up it disappears into the canopy overhead. And if you looked ahead, you would espy the entire garden and beyond that, the sea.

"Whee!"

Also, there is this hammock where once you get on/in it, you'll be taken in so completely by the gentle bobbing motion, the murmur of crickets and sea waves, the faint scent of nutmeg in the air - you'd want to spend every weekend afternoon for the rest of your life on/in a hammock. Bliss!

"zzz"

Other (relaxation inducing) stuff you can find in the tropical Spice Garden.

Towards evening, we walked across the road, to the beach, and we shared a coconut (happened to be the last one in the stall).

"The beach at 5.30 pm"

Then, we separated for a while (I went to take photos), before meeting up again when the sun was about to set. We climbed onto some rocks and there, we spent time watching the waves crash onto little crabs, fostered several orphan siputs, took photographs, and waited the sun out.

"Some siput anak yatim..."

"Waiting for the sun to set"

Then, (all sweaty and salty), we went to Subway to have dinner.

After much research, including searching in almighty wikipedia *ohm*, I found out that the term 'organic food' differs from farm to farm, crop to crop, livestock to livestock. In fact, it's total lack of a proper, universally accepted definition makes me strongly believe that it's a kind of food targeted only for the Japanese market. How did I make that conclusion you ask? Well, it's actually by means of a strange and distant series of associations that's sparked off when I think of what a 'universally accepted definition' means. First thing that comes to mind is the unit S.I. we learn in Fizik (Système International d'Unités). So when I think of something that is lacking a 'universally accepted definition', the antithesis of the unit S.I. comes to mind and for some bizarre reason it takes the form of a riot made up of hundreds of picket-totting anti nuclear-testing hippies from the 80s making love in the bushes. That makes me think of Yoko Ono. And then finally of Japan. Hence I came to the conclusion that organic food is for Japanese only.

This makes a lot of sense to me because my gf is absolutely crazy about organic food. When we reached KL a few weekends ago, her face was like black thunder and suddenly when we reach an organic food restaurant in MidValley - bzziiingg!

Because she is into all things Nippon (witnessing those quiet moments she spends at the Japanese aisle at Jusco, her gaze carressing longingly those shoyu and soba and other shoputhpthtpht stuff, chills you, chills you to the bone) -  I further confirm, that ORGANIC FOOD IS FOR JAPS.

We were young, we were at the threshold, we were coming of age, we were a hundred percent possibility and a zero percent reality.

We were friends that shared tears, secrets, hopes and dreams. We always said we'd play for each other's weddings. We thought we'd grow old being godfather to each other's kids and laugh ourselves into hysterics when we get together and reminisce about the silly days of our youth.

Now, 2/5 are married. Tommorow I'm going home to attend the wedding of one more. Found out that there's going to be a band that'll be playing for the wedding, but it's not Microgenes. That made me remember the good ol' days (and put a smile on my face).

It's not like there was a dramatic turn of events or that someone slept with someone's mother or something. It's not like we didn't try. It's simply, as one put it, each of us went home after school, and never returned.

'Friendship - we can make it if we try'. Hehe.

7-eleven booth.

Ronald's HQ (no la, should be different from McDonald).

Human Torch.

April Sky.

Watched Phantom of the Opera on 1st April, 8pm, chandelier crashing and all. Mmm - sedap.

I managed to catch the 'so-called' sunrise about 5 minutes before it expired (see above). It soon became a clear and calm morning (see below).

The jetty is littered with all sorts of interesting fishing and/or 'fish-related' tools. I can only imagine what they're used for. Here's among some of the more interesting ones. A string of cowries... (senjata, or ...?)

Some cement discs bound by nylon... (senjata... or... ?)

And a bucket of shells? (confirmed senjata).

When I first spotted these christmas lights, I thought it odd - given the 'apparent' dilapidated, squatter-house-like state of this little jetty. Must be quite nice at night, relaxing to the sea breeze under their glowy ambience. But this jetty got electricity meh?

Kudos mat nelayan! *tabik*

And what about water? Well, this is what they do. See, not all the boats are seaworthy. Some has been decommissioned, like my old Nissan. When this happens, they are put to good use as a water catchment. When it's filled with enough rainwater, they get to make teh tarik and kopi O and etc.

No la :)

All in all, they're quite serba lengkap. And if TNB or PBA wants to make serbuan, rest assured they have all the necessary 'tools' (mentioned above) to defend themselves.

Oh well, that's all this time for our education of Penang, on fishermen in particular. Let's finish off with some random shots.

A Nescafe moment...

A Taisho Kampo moment...

A frankenfish moment...

And a cowboy moment.

Adios.