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Jamming Session

My Very First Experience Inside A Studio

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In my previous post, I mentioned how excited I was in anticipating my very first studio experience. After the session while we were heading out for food (that’s right EastCoastLife, I know you are going to ask: where’s the food?), I was still in trance and casually commented that it was the best day of my life. My new drummer Chip and my guitarist Jason turned and looked at me and they both asked “How about … (looking at Cynthia’s direction)”. Duh! I quickly rephrased to … the best day of my life in 2007 so far! Phew! Luckily Cynthia was way ahead chatting happily with Jason’s fiancee Selrol. Dumb things men say at times.

I know, I know … I really should have posted this out much earlier. My life has turned busy lately and I do apologize for the delay. I had one particular text conversation over the wireless phone with a special “fan” of the site. I had no idea that some of you are so enthusiastic to read this!

Fan: How was your jamming session?
Me: Great! Gonna post a blog tonight.
Fan: Too late! You are suppose to do it last night!
Me: I only had 5 hours of sleep last night 🙁
Fan: Excuses, ha ha ha … I forgive you 🙂
Me: Ha ha ha … You bloody slave driver!

My dad was used to work for a company that supported the entertainment business back in Hong Kong with equipment and manpower. Since young, I had the opportunity to often walk in and out of the backstage before and after the pop concert. I have seen what a studio looked like and I think because all these events happened when I was still a very young boy, the images of what is behind the music business left a strong impression in me – almost nostalgic in a romantic sense.

Perhaps it is this “special” upbringing that guided me to develop my music skill despite my almost definite lack of music talent. Joined a school band playing clarinet when I was 12 and soon, I picked up saxophone. Thanks to my seniors who taught me how to play these wonderful wind instruments and at around 15, I joined the Hong Kong Youth Orchestra playing 2nd clarinet with my friend from the same school band. Almost at the same time, I was fascinated by piano. I managed to convince my mum to buy me one and I “learned” how to play piano by reading books and experimenting what worked and what didn’t in a self-taught manner. I got as far as playing grade 3 music scores and could not go further. My parents tried to get me a piano teacher but I had to leave home when I was 17 to study overseas.

Since I could not bring my piano to UK, nor could I afford to buy my own clarinet or saxophone (on loan by the school band), I switched to an instrument that is economical, portable, and easy to learn – guitar. 17 was also the year when I first started to appreciate pop and rock music – a big step away from the classical music I was used to listen to. From then on, guitar and I are inseparable. Whenever I feel blue or lonely, I always have my guitar with me. That is why whenever I work overseas, I bring one of my guitars over as well. Writing my own song seems like a natural progression and I have been doing that incessantly for about 15 years. Time flies!

Back to present time, I do have a humble music studio at home that we often used for “unplugged jamming”. Since our band has now found a drummer to jam with, it is time to hit a proper studio with a proper drum kit!

When I first stepped into the studio and … good gracious me … the speakers are SO HUGE! No way I can fit any of these monster size speakers into my home. Each of us has a speaker for our guitars and bass guitar. To be honest, I have not stepped in front of such a huge speaker while I play my electric guitar. Every time I strum a chord, I can feel the vibration going through my body. The sound level is really high inside a studio. First, you can’t control the volume of the drum kit and trust me, that is loud. Second, my own guitar speaker has to be as loud in order to match with the drum. I could still hear what Jason and Cynthia were playing (because theirs were pretty loud as well and I was standing directly in front of Cynthia’s speaker). But hearing my own voice was hard. Though there were two HUGE speakers hanging from the ceiling pointing right at my left and right ears just to project the vocal track, I have to sing really loud and close to the mic in order to vaguely hear myself. Definitely still trying to learn my way through (as I was the only one in the band who has no outdoor performance experience), I think I have already fallen in love with jamming inside a studio.

So, one tiny step closer to live performance eh? Baby steps … baby steps …

PS. Captions time! From left to right and top to bottom: (1) the “rock” post! (2) Chip, our new drummer, (3) Cynthia, myself, the bass speaker, and Jason, (4) Jason and his fiancee Selrol, (5) the guitar speaker that was less than 2 feet away from my back, (6) group photo.

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Fragments of My Dreams

Fragments Of My Dreams Episode 4 – A Train Over The Integrated Resort

I am with my wife and we have won a ticket the latest Mass Rapid Transport (MRT) ride that circled around a new theme park. Is it a theme park? Perhaps it is an integrated resort instead.

I am not that excited but my wife is. It is just a MRT ride, no? We head to the station and the public announcement has been incessantly reminding us when the train will depart.

We are running. Trying our best to catch the train. And we both want the 1st cabin having the view all by ourselves.

But it doesn’t really matter. As the train gains speed, its interior starts to turn … transparent. Before long, the entire train has turned transparent. We find ourselves travelling at a high speed admiring the scenery around us.

The road is dark and at one point, the train stops. We see a sign on the road to the left saying: Formula One! Strangely, all the cars are like in the old days. Ancient design. The train regains its speed and we feel as though we are on the Formula One track admiring the ancient city.

At the destination, we disembark and head to a model home. Totally futuristic. To effectively illustrate what is inside, the walls are transparent too. Awesome!

Suddenly I remember my mission. I need to talk to the CEO of the resort. That is why I have “won” a ticket to take this state of art train. And I fail to do so.

Weeks later, I call that travel agency wanting to repeat that wonderful experience of mine. This time, alone. An attractive lady with black hair promptly be my guide and instead of taking a train ride, I am inside a flying machine hoovering over this integrated resort. I watch the TV on board and it is showing some future disasters. Halfway through the tour, I am interrupted. The attractive lady tells me that I have to return home now. I protest knowing that there are much to see. “Sorry,” she said, “The reason why you are on these free rides is because you need to talk to this CEO. Looks like you are not going to do it this time either. He is not free today.”

Beyond my control, this episode I have with this attractive lady with black hair has turned into some kind of a street gossip. People are whispering, fabricating secrets. Journalists want to dig in and find dirt from this exclusive tour I have had. Soon my wife will know about it. What shall I do? What else can I do? And what am I suppose to talk to the CEO anyway?!

Note: This is a real dream of mine. How much can you decipher?

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Diary

So This Is Le Baroque …

New visitors of my site must have thought that I am quite a party animal – Attica, The Arena, and now Le Baroque. In fact, the Le Baroque visit was totally impromptu. My guitarist Jason has been talking about this new colleague of his for a long time (till now becomes ex-colleague) but I have yet had the chance to meet this “potential drummer” of ours. Being impatience that my band progresses much slower than I wish to be (quality of masculinity!), I took the initiative and asked Jason to introduce me to CW over email. Come to think of it, I don’t normally meet strangers without a course. But before I get into that, I have to share a phone conversation I had just an hour or two ago.

I woke up this morning felt like having a home delivered McDonald’s breakfast. So I called the hot-line. After waiting on the line for quite a bit …

Her: Good morning! This is Mc Delivery. Can I have your contact number please?
Me: (In my low and masculine voice coupled with the just-woke-up husky texture) Morning. My number is 6XXX-XXXX.

She paused, presumably looking at her screen …

Her: Is that … Ms Wong on the line …
Me: (Do I sound like a Ms Wong?!) Erm …
Her: (Giggle)
Me: (Speechless)

After that shocking survey I took, that was not funny.

Her: (Giggle) Can I take your order please? (Giggle)
Me: Sure … “Ms” Wong who is still sleeping wants a Egg McMuffin meal and …
Her: (Giggle)
Me: Mr Wong wants to have a Big Breakfast meal please. Thank you.
Her: (Giggle) Would you like … (giggle) … an apple pie for one dollar? (Giggle)

Not funny, so not funny. Stupid customer relationship system. Cynthia must be the one who placed the first order and from then on, my home number is now tagged to her.

Now, back to Le Baroque, all I know about CW from Jason is that he is an American, musically talented, and is now stationed in Singapore. And he plays drum! Okay, I have been hunting for a drummer for ages short of camping outside studios and nab any good drummers coming out the door. Perhaps that is what I should do. Cold calls, cold meetings, whatever it takes to make some progress. Ya baby. Do it like a man! Oh wait, I am a man.

I wanted to check out some places with good music. Jason recommend Le Baroque at Chijmes over the phone. So CW and I headed over to Chijmes. The thing is, it is actually fun to meet new friends. When we arrived at Le Baroque at 7.30pm, one of the waitress told us that the band would not start playing till 10.30pm. I thought we would have missed the band performance. I mean, how long would a meal and a few glasses of beer take between two strangers? Surprisingly, we left the bar just before midnight. The band was actually quite good though the music played was like back in the 70s or 80s. They have 1-for-1 beer selling at S$12 each (so S$6 for one) before 10pm.

CW is going to join us for a jamming session and this coming Tuesday, instead of jamming at my humble home studio, we are going to visit a real one with a real drum-set. I am so excited because it is my first. Stay tuned!

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Silly Me

Very High Femininity For My Personal DNA? What The …

I appreciate the fact that talented people create online surveys to let people with a curious mind to analysis themselves … for free. I really do. But for God sake, if you are going to tell a dude like me that I am with a “very high femininity”, please follow up with a free counseling as well. I was devastated for days, tongue-tied, and shocked. Short of wanting to kill myself and press that “restart” button.

One day, I visited my buddy Choong Yong‘s website and was attracted to his personal DNA. I moused over his DNA and am agreeable to the findings. Yep, that is the Choong Yong I know. I did the test myself and after 11 pages of survey – very comprehensive and innovated I must say – I was devastated with the results.

Yes, I love to shop, love to cook, love to collect discount cards from Art Friend, Kinokuniya, Jumbo Seafood – just to name a few – and I am aware of which of my credit card gives me dining privilege at which food outlet. I do enjoy housework as well as ironing my own business shirts. I am lousy in road direction and I relate better with my female friends. And I love to watch romantic dramas on TV and on the big screen. BUT! Let me assure you. I am a MAN OF STEEL from inside to outside, from top to you-know-where.

Turns out that beside being high on femininity with a score of 88 (“very” to be precise), I score very high in the following areas (feel free to mouse over my personal DNA above): empathy (94), attention to style (94), openness (92), aesthetic (92), and confidence (82). That certainly describes who I am. I love to create and I love to encourage and inspire people around me (hence “encouraging creator”), that too I think is about right.

But still … very high femininity? Meh … I need to see a shrink to fix this.

PS. Click onto the link at my personal DNA to do the survey yourself.

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J Pop Music Reviews

Love Psychedelico’s Golden Grapefruit – Almost Another Good Old Delico Album

There are many reasons why Love Psychedelico (or better known as Delico in Japan) is different from some of the typical J-pop artists. Vocalist and guitarist Kumi may not have the level of sex appeal like most of the J-pop female artists, the good thing is, she doesn’t have the typical high pitch voice nor the strong Japanese accent in terms of English pronunciation either. In fact, the voice of Kumi reminds me of Avril Lavigne in some bizarre way. The duo of Kumi and Naoki (who plays guitars, bass guitars, and keyboard) keep the sound of Love Psychedelico simple and memorable and there is a certain sense of honestly as compare to the tend-to-be overly produced J-pop albums. Their songs are often in half-English-half-Japanese with a few exceptions that are totally written in English. Cynthia does not listen to any CD from my J-pop collection except Love Psychedelico. If there is one song that may convert you into a Love Psychedelico fan, Last Smile would be it. Go on, click onto it and let it plays as a background music (a video created by a fan).

Love Psychedelico’s album line-up confuses the living crap out of me. Probably part of the sales strategy so that people like me will keep buying the albums. Their first album is titled as “The Greatest Hits”. At first I thought this band has quite a few productions beforehand but it doesn’t seem so. Their 2nd album is “Love Psychedelic Orchestra” while their 3rd album is … “Love Psychedelico III”. Finally came the 4th one “Early Times – The Best of Love Psychedelico”. So how does the 4th one relates to the 1st one? Turns out that the 4th one is their greatest hits for real. Almost. After I bought the album have I realised that it does come with 3 tracks that I did not own (“Fantastic World”, “Everyone, Everyone”, and “Rosy”). It is this kind of confusion that keeps me buying their album I guess.

After their “real” greatest hits album, Love Psychedelico released a live album titled “Live Psychedelico”. Again, why did I buy it? Okay, I am a huge fan and surprise, surprise … it does come with 1 track that I do not have – “Wasting”.

At first listen, I actually enjoyed “Golden Grapefruit” (thank God, finally an album title that doesn’t come with the word “Psychedelico” in any form). Then came the second last song “Everyone, Everyone”. Wait, I have heard of that before! Hasn’t it already been featured in the “real” greatest hits? Also, “Golden Grapefruit” does not come with a translated lyrics in Chinese like the rest.

Besides these two minor complains, “Golden Grapefruit” is yet another goold old Delico album. I enjoy the mellow songs of “Carnation” and “Sad Story” a lot. What stand out in this album are the tracks “Help!” and “Good Day, Celebration”. Both are infused with strong dance beat. Kind of refreshing away from their normal style. So yes, “Golden Grapefruit” is almost another good old Delico album with some level of progression.

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Movie Reviews

The Bourne Ultimatum and Secret – Double Happiness?

I really should have given Jay Chow a benefit of doubt. He does not have any track record in writing a movie nor actually directing one, and certainly his previous acting in Curse of the Golden Flower was less than impressive. How do I feel about “Secret”? That will have to wait.

Two weekends ago, before Cynthia flew off to Bandung, I caught up with Lora and her boyfriend to have dinner and to watch the sneak preview of “The Bourne Ultimatum”. Partly to celebrate Lora’s birthday, partly to celebrate my first paycheck, and partly to catch the Bourne series because Cynthia is a big fan of Jason Bourne … oh, I meant Matt Damon.

When we get older, our memory sort of fades away. I don’t recall that many times Lora and I have watched movie together since young. The last movie we watched was a Cantonese comedy back in Hong Kong (5 years ago? After her previous breakup of a very long relationship, I remember). Another movie I can remember of was Titanic. Yes, I watched that movie three time on the big screen and yes, I have watched the uncensored version.

“Bourne Ultimatum” has received ravishing reviews from many sources. I can understand why. For the duration of 111 minutes, there was hardly a dull moment. It was action after action, cut scene after cut scene. And I think the story is well crafted. My only discomfort was that the camera jerks quite a fair bit and it made me dizzy throughout the movie. Also, there seems to be lacking of a “babe” factor. To choose between Bourne and Bond, I would probably go for the latest Bond movie. Despite all my discomfort, “Bourne Ultimatum” remains a strong movie and you shouldn’t give it a miss especially when you have watched any of the previous installments.

“Secret” on the other hand has way exceeded my expectation. One of my new colleagues suggested a Jay Chow movie and I said fine. To be fair, I am impressed by Jay Chow’s music talent and I do have 2 of his albums. But for a self-directed movie with a story written by him? I didn’t know what to expect.

After watching “Secret”, I am convinced that Jay Chow has talents. He is smart too. In this story, he plays the role of a music student who plays piano. That is right up his alley. Hence, in terms of acting, it is well within his area of passion. I am so surprised by his skill on the piano as he played it really well in the movie. Perhaps “Secret” is full of music and because I love music, I naturally love the movie. That certainly helps. At some point in the movie, I felt like watching YUI’s “Midnight Sun” from the scripting point of view. But it is not. “Secret” is full of twists and turns and I would say, given such a complex plot, this movie actually has a rewatch value.

Plot aside, I particularly love the acting of Kwai Lun-Mei. She has so much chemistry with Jay Chow and she is darn cute in all the love scenes. Besides, she can really act out some of the emotional scene. Kwai Lun-Mei somewhat reminds me of the main actress of the Korean movie “Once In A Summer”.

Is “Secret” a classic? Probably not. Is “Secret” something that worths checking out? Probably yes.

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Silly Me

Gosh … What To Do With My 700+ Music CDs?!

Let me tell you one thing. The most powerful form of nagging is not how persistence it is but how subtle it is. You-know-who never explicitly nags me. She subtly nags me. The thing is, once someone nags at me, the guilty feeling of what-I-should-have-done is somewhat lessen. Nagging itself is a form of punishment. Having being punished, it makes the guilty acts somewhat justified. Make sense?

But, you-know-who never nags explicitly. So when I see her unhappy about some bad habits of mine, I feel darn guilty. However, I just cannot stop buying music albums. No way! My collection has split over from the CD rack in the living room to the common bedroom, to the storeroom, and then piles and piles of albums appear in the living room. I just cannot help it. You-know-who never nags about it but deep inside, I know she is stressed about it.

So, I have set my heart to sort this out once and for all – to end this years of guilt.

Day 1 – 2pm

Digitization of my album collection was the way to go. I was convinced. Last night I stayed till 2am in the morning to make way for a 240GB of music (formatting hard-disk). Day 1 at 2pm, I took out all the albums I have. I did a count. More than 700. That excludes the ones in storeroom. My first action was to focus on the main artists.

Day – 6pm

Took me a long time just to distill out the main artists whom I enjoy listening to. However, there were still a lot more to sort out. This approach was not working. Why not keep it simple and sort all the albums alphabetically? Those CDs that I will listen to in this 12 months’ time shall be displayed in the living room. The rest should be stored at the common bedroom alphabetically for easy access. If I wish to digitize any album for my non-existing iPod, I shall do so only in later days.

Day 2 – 1.30am

I travelled to Ikea and bought some paper boxes to store CDs. Once back, I started to sort out the albums alphabetically. I allocated each floor tile (in some cases, extend to 2 tiles) for each alphabet. I even labelled some of the tiles. Imagine … 700 squats and as the living room was covered with CD. I hardly have space to walk. I could not even access to my computer for more than 24 hours! Next, was the strenuous task of distributing each album into the appropriate tiles on the floor.

Guess which are the most popular alphabets? C & D for my CD collection is correct. P, M, and S is also correct!

I couldn’t continue. I must sleep. And I woke up with aches all over my body.

Day 2 – 11pm

After returned home, I continued to sort out what shall be displayed in the living room and what should be kept inside a box for easy access. All arranged in alphabetically order. Gosh!

All is done. I am happy. Let’s see if Cynthia will see the difference in the outlook of our living room when she is back this weekend. Provided if she hasn’t got the chance to read this blog. It would be a good surprise.

Edit: Those boxes of CDs will temporary disappear into the common bedroom … till I figure out what to do with them!

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Songwriting

In This Wasteland (Of A Thousand Flies)

I wanted to write a happy song today. Somehow I just couldn’t. Happy songs and I don’t mix. Anyway, if my guitarist Jason and my bassist Cynthia are both happy with the dark songs of mine, why do I bother to fight so hard? Just embrace it? I usually compose my music using a classical guitar. My buddy JB, a fellow musician, once commented that I like to play a classical guitar because of the comfort of nylon strings. Well, to speak of the truth, each session of songwriting is on average 4 to 6 hours non-stop playing and singing. Worse case it may stretch to the 8 hours mark. The comfort of nylon strings is very much welcome. Besides, I always love to hear the clarity of harmonic chords coming from a classical guitar. I can hear clearly all the six notes. Much clearer so than the steel string acoustic guitars.

But today, I wanted to go electric. So I hooked up my electric guitar to my home studio. Wanted something that sounds different, I – for the first time – used the drum machine that comes with my guitar & amp effect. Partly because I couldn’t seem to follow the 116 tempo from the metronome.

I love the first line of the song very much. Very visual. Lyrically, I think Jason may like the end result because he tends to like lyrics with a twist to it. I like the different guitar strumming patterns and I must say, composing music with a drum machine seems to have opened up a new dimension of pattern variation.

At the end of the 4 hours session, my fingers were all numb – still is (damn steel strings) and I was staving as I have skipped lunch. Hope all that is worth it.

IN THIS WASTELAND (OF A THOUSAND FLIES)

In this wasteland of a thousand flies
Under this scorching sun where my bones lie
In this hollow skull of an absent mind
I lie awake scourged by my conscience

You raise me up from this land of the dead
You raise me up this pleasure I conceded
You raise me up from this land of the dead
You raise me up till there is nothing left to hide inside

To hide away is to run away
To fantasize till there’s nothing inside
It was a life that was long forgotten
I’ve been waiting till my life runs dry
To hide away is to run away
To fantasize till there’s nothing inside
It was a life that was long forgotten
I’ve been waiting till my life runs dry

If there is one thing I want to know
If there is one thing that is in my mind
Are you the one who is prophesied
Are you here, here to save my life

In this wasteland of a thousand flies
You raise me up to take a thousand lives

An army of me in these hands of yours
An army of me in this land of the dead
An army of me in these hands of yours
An army of me in this land of the dead

To hide away is to run away
To fantasize till there’s nothing inside
It was a life that was long forgotten
I’ve been waiting till my life runs dry
If there is one thing I want to know
If there is one thing that is in my mind
Are you the one who is prophesied
Are you here, here to save my life

Copyright © 2007 by Wilfrid K. F. Wong. All Rights Reserved.

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Diary My Favorite

What The PUK?

Cynthia is out of town. And it seems that the entire Universe has conspired not letting me to succumb to the typical fate of a “7-year Itch” like some of my friends so playfully pointed out. When I left the office this evening, my new colleague – a gentleman in his 50s – reminded me, “Cynthia’s not in town, don’t be a naughty boy ah!”. Over one meal, another new colleague of mine – a lovely lady new to Singapore – kept talking about loyalty as an important attribute of a relationship. Even my new blogger friend EastCoastLife in replying one of my comments mentioned that … go and make some babies, boost the population of Singapore, but wait till Cynthia is back!

The truth is, it doesn’t seem like it has been that long since Cynthia and I have dated. There are always lots of things to learn with Cynthia, lots of man-made challenging scenarios to tackle, lots of opportunities to play the hero role, and lots of surprises that are beyond my imagination.

The moment I returned home tonight, I have received a text message from Cynthia’s mother’s phone. It said …

Honey, please call Bandung now. Thanks.

I was puzzled. Why did Cynthia message me via her mother’s phone? Her phone is out of battery? She has forgotten to bring the charger? She needs me to DHL the charger to her? I was tired. Feeling sticky and badly in need for a good bath.

Or is it one of the test to see what my “response time” is like? Man, I surely don’t want to go into the complication of explaining myself why I take 27 minutes and 45 seconds to return her call. Defied the temptation of a nice hot bath, I called Bandung.

Her – Honey!
Me – Uh-huh?
Her – I can’t hear you.
Me – CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
Her – I $%^#*((@) my phone!
Me – You what?
Her – I $%^#*((@) my phone!

Somehow my imagination ran wild. And the connection was bad somehow.

Me – You LOST your phone?
Her – No, I $%^#*((@) my phone! I was at a shop ($&*()_)&#&^)@&) … and I …
Me – I am really confused. How did you lose your phone?

Okay. Cynthia did not lose her phone. But rather she locked her phone after putting in a new prepaid card she obtained from a shop in Bandung.

Me – Can’t you unlock your phone using a PIN?
Her – I can’t. I need the PUK code.

What the PUK?!

Me – What is a PUK?
Her – It is a code. I was paranoid when I first bought the phone (erm … I was the one who bought the phone … or she was trying to say “got the phone” instead?) so I did something to the phone.
Me – I know. But where can I find the PUK? Isn’t it in your head somewhere?
Her – Read the phone manual. Perhaps the code is inside!
Me – But the PIN is inside your head, no?
Her – No, no! It is the default code of 1234!
Me – Uh-huh … can I bath first?
Her – It is urgent! It is an emergency!
Me – But it is like 11pm in the evening … no?

Seriously, how urgent can that be? Unless she is expecting some calls … or messages … not from me! Perhaps those who seem obviously the itchy type are not exactly itchy (me!) but those who don’t seem like the itchy type …

Anyway, I did a quick read of the manual and like the TV series of CSI, I attempted to reconstruct the “crime scene”. I had no clue what PUK was and now I know.

On the day Cynthia got her brand new phone, she set the option of having the phone locked if an unauthorized SIM card is inserted without a valid PIN code. She was given the option to change her pin but she stuck with the default PIN code of 12345 (now, why would someone chooses that option without changing the default PIN code?!). Today, she slotted in the new SIM card and was prompted for the PIN code. She entered 1234 – which is the wrong one – and the phone was automatically locked, could not be used. And since her phone was locked, she needed the Personal Unlocking Key (a.k.a. PUK) from the operator to unlock the phone in order for her to set a new PIN code.

The good thing is that Cynthia’s mobile number is under my account. I own both SIM cards. I called up SingTel and chose the option of PUK retrieval, punched in Cynthia’s mobile number, punched in my NRIC … and I was asked for the 15-digit number that is printed on the SIM card. For obvious reason I didn’t have the SIM card. So I called Cynthia using my fixed line and put my mobile phone on loudspeaker while talking to a human operator this time.

At the end of the call, she thanked me for saving the day … once again. And she asked, “Who’s the guy on the phone? How did you know him? He is really helpful ya?”

Seriously, with a girl like Cynthia, how to get bored?

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Silly Me

Where Is My To-Blame List?! My Dinner Was Screwed!

You know how couples occasionally plan their evening sex first thing in the morning, romance with the idea the entire day, and then have a wonderful time in the evening waking up the neighbors throughout the night? The entire day today, I kept thinking of my home cooked dinner. You see, cooking at home as a professional worker requires lots of planning and coordination. For one, I need to defrost the meat one day in advance by taking it out from the freezer and transfer it to the refrigerator the night before. Ever since I have started working, I hardly have the opportunity to cook at home.

I must be joking about cooking at home right? Ya, I get that a lot. Actually, cooking at home does not take too much time – especially the Cantonese dishes. And since you are my number one friend, I am going to show you how. This not-too-naked-chef has 18 years of cooking experience and my dishes have won over many hearts. No joke joke. People say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I would say the way to a girl’s panties heart is good home cooked food.

To save time, first and foremost important is to switch on the rice cooker. It may sound obviously duh but hear me out. The sooner you switch on the rice cooker, the sooner you can have your dinner. Between the moment you switch on the rice cooker and the moment food enters your stomach is … depends on the power of your rice cooker … it is 30 mins cooking time and 10 mins of cool off time with my antique cooker (according to my mother, that 10 mins does magic to the end result). That’s right, only 40 mins or less. If you are quick in preparing the food, you may even have half an hour doing other things outside your kitchen.

What it means is that the moment you step onto your home, forget about taking off your contact lens, forget about changing into your PJ, forget about stripping naked, go straight into the kitchen and cook the rice.

I love a brown and white rice mix and tonight, I was going to have steam egg with minced pork and lettuce with oyster sauce. Nothing fancy. Just simple home cooked food.

After switched on the rice cooker, I opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients …

AARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!

The lettuce was rotten! Goodness gracious me! What the … It was just … one week or so ago! Crap!

People around me know that I have this To-Blame List and whenever I take it out, they will duck their heads and run for cover. I took out this To-Blame List and since Cynthia was not around …

1. Blame NTUC for selling lettuce that rots.

Fine. I would have to do without lettuce. To cook steam egg and minced pork is pretty easy. Marinate the meat with soy sauce, sugar, salt, corn flour, and for me, I like to add Chinese wine and sesame seed oil. Standard procedure for all kinds of meat except beef as salt will make the meat chewy. If you like dry scallops, soak a few in water beforehand (if time is a luxury you don’t have, just boil it), break them into small pieces and mix with the pork. Since egg cooks a lot faster than meat, stir fry the meat first till cooked and place it onto a dish.

Oh, for the Muslim readers, feel free to replace pork with beef.

As for the eggs, depending on how much meat you wish to eat. For 200 grams of meat, I usually put in three eggs. Smash them up, add some salt, and add enough water to increase the volume by say 20%. Pour the egg mixture onto the cooked meat.

Then … just steam the dish over boiling water for 10 minutes.

And right after I cooked the meat …

AARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!

… the gas ran out! Not to worry, I have a backup cylinder … and …

AARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!

That one ran out too! Com’on! This is not happening! What was I gonna do with cooked meat and raw egg mixture? I took out my To-Blame List and started to think of my mother who was in my place two months ago cooking heavily each day, started to think of Cynthia … and …

2. Blame Shell for not filling up my gas cylinder just a tiny weeny more.

Extreme situation calls for extreme measure. Think, think, I can do it.

Eventually I cooked the dish inside my oven. Took 10 mins to warm the oven up to 140 degree. After 20 mins of baking, the egg mixture was only half cooked. I removed the aluminium foil that covered the dish and up the temperature to 180 degree. After an additional 10 mins of cooking time, the end result was just like the picture shown at the beginning of this blog.

I did not know what to expect. Actually, the end result did look better than the steam version. Except that the surface was not soft and moist and it was tedious to wash the burn marks off. It did taste somewhat the same. Oh well …

Question in my head throughout the meal was … how come it took so much longer to cook the dish inside the oven? We all know that water does not go beyond 100 degree but yet, it is so much more efficient to steam than bake. Anyway, the power consumption of my oven is 1.15kWh. That works out to … 1.15 (consumption per hour) x 2/3 (cooking time) x S$0.2052 = S$0.16.

Hmmm … I thought it would cost me a bomb to cook with my oven.