Hey you're broke stop buying

Another shopping day. Gosh when am I ever gonna stop spending and start earning?

It's really torturing when you have nothing to do but to shop. That's exactly what happened to me. I was going to get a part time job but as usual, I was too goofy to go in and talk to the manager.

And to kill the time, I ended up in Habour Town Shopping Complex with Elvin, as usual. We shop! A pair of jeans, 3 t-shirt. All in 2 hours. I guess I'm getting better in that -- which is worse, it means the cash flows faster.

Just for this week, I've spent more than Aud 500 on shits. I bought lotsa stuffs that I don't even realized I bought it. I bought Fossil watch, perfume, t-shirts, shirts, jeans, scarfs, shoes, jackets, sweaters... I really don't know what's wrong with me. I tend to shop when I'm in bad mood. And I bought shits. I hate myself.

And I'm going to join Fitness First. It's fucking expensive in Melbourne -- aud 20 for a week. I'm living as if I'm a rich spoiled child. I have high tea with my friends, I go for movie that are shits, I fine dining like crazy, and I thought I'm rich. Screw me. Let's see how am I gonna die next month.

Having said that, I love my bubble butt. :-P

Protect me from what I want

People always see me as the playboy, the player, the guy who's always flirt...whatever. And it's really sad. Because that's not who I am. I am a good guy. Really. Even after all the things I've gone through, I am still the me that I first know who I am.

Still looking for the one.

I fall in love easily. Maybe because I was too desperate -- I've been single for too long, and every couple I've known just seems like they want to mess with me. It seems to be too fast to like someone so madly in such a short time. But for me, love is not meant to be directly proportional to the time you've known the person for. When it's there, it's there. Why all the pretending? Why all the hard work, when you know you'll be happy if you're to be with the person?

If that makes me a slut. Fine. I am.

I fall in love easily. But it takes me forever to get over it. I was always the broken hearted one. I always give all my heart, even when I barely know the person. Without knowing that they're gonna make me cry, I smiled sincerely to them. Just because they make me laugh, I've decided to be theirs. And turns out, it just doesn't work that way. People like someone who's playing hard to get. They don't like easy comer. People love challenges, and I am simply too easy to score. They got bored of me. And they're gone. Left me alone. Nothing but a heartless mannequin.



I should have learn from all these drama, shouldn't I? No, I just doesn't seems to have enough of all the shits. Again and again, the same old things keeps on repeating. Over and over again, it's like a cycle -- I don't see the ending. Maybe there's no ending, after all. I guess it's wrong for me for wanting to have a monogamy relationship. People just don't see me that way. I'm the backup plan, I'm the soft pillow, whatever it is -- just not the one.

I'm fucking 20 year old. And I've never had a serious relationship. What the fuck am I supposed to feel? It might be too early for me to thinking to settle down, but I'm so damn tired of all the games. I'm not a gamer, it's too tiring for me. I'm a loser, I want to end this game so badly. I need someone to take me over.

Someone just fucking want me, is it that hard to find the someone?

I want it last. I want it long. I will do whatever it takes to make this work. But please, take me. Take me for who I am. See me for what I am. Listen to what I have to say. And that's it. You can decide whatever you want to do with me. But just take me. I'm sick of having to go to some random parties with no partner. I want someone to miss me when we're not together. Someone to text me telling me what they are doing. Someone to cuddle with me in the cold days. Someone to share the delicious food. Someone to watch the lame movie and laugh at the stupid acts of the actors. Someone to have a long walk along the beach with me. Someone to tickle when I'm bored. Someone to bite when I'm hungry. Someone to scold me when I'm not doing my dishes. Someone to pretend to be entertained by my lame jokes. Someone to love my cooking. Someone to cook for me. Someone for me. Just me.

Protect me from what I want. Because I don't think I'm in my right mind anymore.

Sexual Racism

Racism is fundamentally a set of judgements made about a person, not based on how you perceive the person, but based on generalisations you already believe about all people who share their ethnic background or their country of origin.

Racism is unfair, unethical and damaging to both those who do it and those who are its victims. It enforces the myth that we are separate and distinct instead of exclaiming the truth that we are one human people.

Racism is sadly alive and well in how we talk about our sexual and romantic preferences, and sometimes in how we act on them. Racism in the sexual and romantic parts of our lives is what we're calling "sexual racism".

Racism is a pretty loaded term and it's also a hard concept for people to deal with. I think we like to see ourselves as pretty free of prejudice, but of course, we're not. We make judgements all the time, and often this happens before we meet someone, or before a situation happens. This can be a good thing - a process of critical thinking and choice - or it might not be a good thing, if our preconceptions are preventing us from seeing or taking part in the world in a complete way, or if they hurt other people.

Some people relate racism only to the Ku Klux Klan and white supremacist groups. They think that racism is only when you hate other races or when you think your race is superior. But racism is also about prejudice based on race. It often involves the first definitions but is much more subtle.

If you're surfing the internet looking for friends, or dates, or shags, and you read profile after profiile that excludes you on the basis of something you have no control over - race - , how does it make you feel? Think of it that way. How about if you -- a homosexual walk around in your workplace or your neighbourhood and occasionally, or more often than you think, you see a sign that says "No Gays."

What we don't think about is how it feels for other people to read them. Imagine how it feels to read ad after ad that excludes you based solely on your race. Imagine for a moment, that you were in a minority in the country you were born in and kept reading apparently endless profiles saying you weren't desirable. It just might ruin your day, mightn't it? Do you really want to help make other people feel bad about themselves?

But there's an alternative to this grumpy, negative kind of speech that just makes everyone feel sad and diminished. If we simply make positive, inclusive statements in our profiles, tell people what we do like, and deal politely with people who don't turn us on, we've made a positive change. Try talking about the characteristics you're into, not about the person's race.

No-one has the right to get laid. Most of us can't control quite how we respond sexually or emotionally to another. If something doesn't turn us on, there's not much we can do. Is there? In fact, for most of us our tastes change over our lifetime. Usually, they get broader, sometimes they get narrower. Can you honestly say that you like the same type of people now that you did when you were 17 years old? What can you attribute that difference to other than experience?

Sometimes, we think we're not into one type of guy/girl, but then we meet that one that blows our preconceptions out of the water. Unless, we protect ourselves from ever meeting them. If we never really have opportunities to meet, get to know and get to appreciate people with different kinds of bodies, different looks, different faces, how will we ever know if we could have found them sexy.

Why not check someone out to see if you find them sexy rather than excluding them without even looking? It's racially prejudiced to rule out someone for a job based on their race or to keep them out of a pub. Ruling out someone as a potential partner based on their race is just as prejudiced.

Many people consider that sexual preference simply can't, by definition, be racist. We think that's wrong. Prejudice is prejudice. Racism diminishes us, weakens our community and, let's face it, means that everyone gets laid less and has fewer chances to fall in love. That sucks.

Ugly People

Hello everyone (probably just a few of my beloved friends who read it, but anyway), it's been after some times since I've put in much effort to make my blog sounds interesting. I've been really busy with my exams, social life, shopping and such. It's been the best time of my life -- so far. And I really enjoy every moment of my life in this beautiful country.

Oh well, really, it would be perfect if this creepy little monster wasn't here. LOL.

I'm really impressed by how understanding the search engine of Google can be. I simply type in "ugly creature" and, POP! Here this sea pig is in the first page of the search result.

Picture say a thousand word. In this picture, it simply says everything.

Note: I'm insulting someone. I truly adore this sea pig animal. It's just so happened to have the same feature him.

His ugly features:

1. Small saggy eyes.

2. Ugly teethes.

3. Bad breath -- real bad.

4. Loser skinny body.

5. Ugly voice.

6. Disgusting Australian wannabe's accent.

7. Stingy and penurious. God even worse than my auntie who live in some small villages back in Malaysia.

8. Pathetic fashion sense.

7. A fag who claim himself to be straight. Wonder who's the one got fucked last time.

I'm talking about a person. Yes.

Till then, see ya everyone!

Just so sick of being rejected all the time. And I hate myself for what I after. It's gonna take some time before I can realize my fantasy isn't going to be real. But how long does it gonna take? I don't know. I just fucking tired of all the imagination and all the expectation.

x.e.s

It's only my 4th month in Melbourne, and my perspective towards things in life have changed so tremendously.

I'm so confused.

What is right?

What is wrong?

Or is there ever anything that is wrong?

SEX

I used to think that it changes things between people.

And I'm not sure if it's true, now.

The society tells me that sex is a fun pleasurable experience, that can be shared between two people. In a way, yes, it is baring yourself in a completely different way to someone.

If we're good friends, it's like camping, playing chess, or sharing problems together -- It's just enjoying a different aspect of each other.

So, why should it change anything?

Camping shared physical stimulation.

Playing chess is sharing intellectual stimulation.

Sharing problems is spiritual stimulation.

So, why is sex different?

The answer lies in the social stigma. It's just how people perceive it.

If neither perceives it wrongly, then why should it matter? Perhaps in certain crowds, don't cry it out from the roof -- and I really don't see what's wrong with it.

Cheers.

OMG!

Ternary Phase Diagrams - On-line Assessment 1 120.00 (out of 120)

Thanks to Joyce, WeiMann, Andrea, Rou Yee, Yao Yao, Carlo....everyone in the comp lab who contribute to this awesome achievement! LOL!

I Got You

A place to crash, I got you
No need to ask, I got you
Just get on the phone, I got you
Come and pick you up if I have to

What's weird about it is we're right at the end
And mad about it, just figured it out in my head
I'm proud to say, I got you

Go ahead and say goodbye, I'll be alright
Go ahead and make me cry, I'll be alright
And when you need a place to run to
For better, for worse, I got you, I got you

Ain't falling apart or bitter, let's be bigger than that
And remember the cooling outdoor when you're all alone
We'll go on surviving, no drama, no need for a show
Just wanna say, I got you

Go ahead and say goodbye, I'll be alright
Go ahead and make me cry, I'll be alright
And when you need a place to run to
For better, for worse, I got you

Go ahead and say goodbye
(Go ahead)
I'll be alright
(Say goodbye)

Go ahead and make me cry
I'll be alright
And when you need a place to run to
For better, for worse, I got you

'Cause this is love and life
And nothing we can both control
And if it don't feel right
You're not losing me by letting me know

Go ahead and say goodbye
(Say goodbye)
I'll be alright

Go ahead and make me cry
I'll be alright
And when you need a place to run to
For better, for worse, I got you

Go ahead and say goodbye
(Go ahead)
I'll be alright
(Say goodbye)

Go ahead and make me cry, I'll be alright
And when you need a place to run to
For better, for worse, I got you

A place to crash, I got you
No need to ask, I got you

Leona Lewis - I Got You

Transformation

From a lengzai (at least I think so =P) to a monkey. =.=

Random

Don't look at it.

Don't talk about it.

Don't want to hear, either.

That's how I face the *unpleasant thing* in my life.

I just want to be happy.

Really. It really doesn't mean anything with all your accuse. I can live with that.

After all, it's not like what you said to the rest and how they response to it, determining how should I feel. Ok maybe not. I am a bit hurt to see how they treat me. How negligible I am. But I'm fine with that. I have my own life --just I have to look for another group to be involved with.

This is the matter between me and you. So don't fucking relate others into this chaos. Even if you're a gay -- fucking be a MAN. Don't act like a pussy and fucking do what a bitch will do. Well, that's just so you. And I get it. You want to fight.

Which I don't. Can't you just get a life? Stop making those faces as if I'm the one who's hurting you: ask yourself what are you hiding from them. If you want justice, I can just spill it all out and let them judge it.

Well, that's never gonna happen, right? You're so happy with your faking. Just fucking live with all your lies and keep doing that until the day you're tired of all the dramas.

And I will just live my life. And continue to be:HAPPY.

This couldn't be any better.

Despite all the bad things -- technically, there's only 1, but anyway --happened to me, things started to looking good.

Even how bad I might appear to be, I have a strong hold on my religion -- Sokka Gakai. I pray every night, before I go to bed. Well, as a human being, I will sometimes be lazy as well. But I would say that most of the time, I do pray -- usually half an hour.

And it's a miracle. I really think that HE heard my prayer. All the bad thing just seems to be ending in a good way. Ever since the day I start to pray, I just happened to be so lucky-- I get what I wish for: health, studies, family, friends...all turn out to be what I wish for.

And I just want to express how gratitude I am. How humble I am. How satisfy I am.

To be with HIM.

And I will hold on to my promise: come out and do works for the community. I will try my best to share my stories -- my successes to each and everyone in the community. I will be on the first spot to do anything-- anything at all-- if the community needs me. I really will do.

No offense

But this is going to be an offensive post. Well what the heck? This is my blog and I have every right to write what I know and what I think I should let other to know.

It's totally nothing wrong with being in love.

I mean, it's human nature, right?

But it's so wrong, when you're pretending to be fallen in love, just to let other think that you ARE, or WILL fall in love with the same species of the ONE you're faking with.

Come on? A girl?

If that's some random girl that I have abso-fucking-lutely no idea of who the hell she is, I won't give it a damn. Do whatever you want. Fake as long as you can. Go on with your I'm-all-straight-and-darling look.

But she's my friend. And she seems to be serious with you.

Oh hell, if you're a GAY, don't mess with my friend. I don't fucking care how hard you've tried to be straight, if you are, you ARE. It's really disgusting to see how a guy who's dick is all fat and big when see a naked man in the movie, and out of the sudden he's all over the girl, suddenly oh-so-man but letting his dick all soft and small underneath his stinking underwear.

It's not the first time I loath this kind of behavior. I won't discriminate for who you are. But I will, when you are faking for who you are, and I can see that my friend is going to get hurt -- which I will not holding myself back.

Screw you.

An official Melbourne's greeting

Hello~!

It's Anderson.... Looking better than ever...ok that's not true.

Anyhow, still A.L.I.V.E.

It's almost 2 months time since I've been living in this city. Surprising enough though, I didn't miss home that much, as I thought I will be crying every night and wanting to book the next flight back to Malaysia in the next morning --in fact, I feel numb.

After all, don't every major city in the world look the same? Melbourne and KL, there's no much different --well, KL is more alive, but still, they are kinda have the same pace.

I've grown up so much in this 2 months time. My bro is so gonna be proud of me, as the lil bro is really a man now --technically, I'm still underage. But I think I'm still qualified to be nominated as a Good-man-to-be.

I can cook for myself. And it really doesn't taste bad. I can even tough the raw meat and play around with it. Ew.

I know how to book the flight ticket. Well, this is nothing for many people but I'm not good in internet thing. So, yea, a huge step-forward for me.

Studies hasn't kill much of me. Still coping well. Maybe have been a little too lazy sometimes, but still alive, as I said. Hope the same thing gonna happen for the next 4 years.

Despite some of the bad thing happened--well, only 1, and I don't want to talk about it, I'm gonna get rid of "it" soon --Melbourne has treating me pretty well:

1. Gelato here are so so nice.

2. Spagetti and pizza here are undoubtedly good as well.

3. The weather here are so comfortable and I can never get sweaty. That's so cool when you're running to catch a tram but still looking fresh in the class.

4. Have made some really cool friends from other countries--Hong Kong, Brunei, Philippine, Mainland...and Vietnam. They are so nice and I will never get bored of them, which is something miracle for me, as I can get bored of things really easily. But these people really adorable and yea, I love them as my companions.

But still, I miss Malaysia. My mum, my sis, my grandma, my bro, my bed, my bike, , the shopping mall operating hour, the cheap movie tickets, the oh-so-wonderful bak kut teh and dim sum...everything. But I guess that's part of life, isn't it?

Cheers everyone.

Ester Saturday

Everything started to looking good now. At least there's something that brighten everything else.
It's been really a long time ever since I feel this way.

I used to be untouchable.

But I'm not sure if I am now.

Happy Ester Saturday, everyone.

According to you.

i sucks in everything.

i'm just a fuck up. what else can I do.

i'm nothing. and i don't looking forward to your anything

. i need not to be treated that way.

i'm good as what i am. even though i'm a fuck up.

so what? i'm good this way. i've live my life far enough without do any damage to anyone. that's what i can do, so far.

i am good this way. always am.

i got a great life.

Updates.

I am so sorry but I don't have the mood to blog lately. I wish I could but I was so busy hunting for houses. Neways, I'll just update some of my life right now.

1. Got an Iphone 3GS 16GB. Comes with my postpaid cap.

2. Still couldn't get a house until now. Currently homeless.

3. Getting used to the ever changing weather here. I love the breezy sunny walk here.

4. Still can't stop myself from converting the AUD into MYR whenever I have to spend money. And everything seems eff-ing expensive after I did that.

5. I still never try the pizza here. Seniors have been treating us very nice, cook for us every night.

6. The cheapest meal we can find here is in Hungry Jack. A full meal.

7. I miss my home.

Melbourne now

Happy Chinese new year everyone!

It's cold here.

Updates u guys later. Going to the city!

Melbourne tomorrow.

From tomorrow onwards, my life will not be the same anymore.

I just hope I can cope it well.

Don't cry.

=(

Last night in Ipoh

Tonight is my last night in Ipoh. Going off to Kay Elle tomorrow.

I just wish to see my home more.

My family.

My grandma.

My sister.

My mum.

=(

I'm a mummy boy

Mummy boy

Mummy boy

Mummy boy.

I love my mummy.

And I enjoy being a mummy boy.

=(

Wasabi Indulgence

There was never a japanese buffet restaurant in Ipoh since forever. And my sister was clearly so jealous when I described how I felt about eating too much sashimi and scallops in those restaurants in KL. Haha, I'm a bad brother =P

And there it was. Finally a one in Casurina Hotel. And I bring her and my mum for that. Hehe, now I'm a good brother.

Wasabe Japanese Buffet Restaurant

My sister and I.

Mummy and the mummy boy =P

Out of my expectation, the food was great -- and it clearly above my expectation to this new japanese buffet restaurant. Kudos!

Heels

Mummy with her new sky scrapper.

A l X

My first shot on Armani Exchange sunglasses.

Which looks better on my mum. LOL.

A thank you post.

Thank you for the very very very nice departure present. I was so thrilled.

Thanks for always listen to me merajuk.

Thanks for always listen to me merugut.

Thanks for always listen to me membebel.

Thanks for always giving me good advices, teaches me how to do.

Thanks for bring me out makan-makan and main-main.

Thanks for being such a good brother.

=)

2 Weeks times.

Flight scheduled on 13th February. Morning flight.

That falls on the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Urg. Can it be any more sooner?

Less than 2 weeks, and I'm gonna leave M'sia to a whole new city -- Melbourne.

I was always not good in adapting to a new life.

Last time when I first went to study in Shah Alam, it took me about 1 months to get used to it.

And that's only Shah Alam. 3 hours journey by bus to Ipoh.

Now it's Melbourne, Australia.

8 hours, by flight.

Shoot.

I really don't know how am I going to bear with it.

I am a mummy boy as everyone tells so.

Even me myself admits it. I enjoy sticking around my mum and my house in Ipoh.

And as days passed, I feels the emotions are coming from my stomach. Uneasy.

Nowadays, I sleep very late. About 2am.

And wake up around 9 am.

I don't want to spend my precious time in sleep.

I want to be awake and look at my surrounding, my family.

And it suddenly feels good to be jobless, studyless.

Less than 2 weeks.

F.L.Y.

Bye bye.

My New Year Resolution.s.

It's already towards the end of the first month of 2010. But I do have some new year resolutions that I think are not too late for me to set -- I haven't done anything, yet -- and to work hard for it.

And these not are in the necessary order. All should be fulfilled.

1. Be more outspoken. I want to be the old me -- the active me, the sunny one, the talkative one -- and not the goofy me for the past 2 years. I can do better than hiding in the corner and giving irrelevant comments. Go out there, speaks to people. Make more friends.

2. Fix my attitude. Stop being so bad tempered. Have more patients. Think before I speak things out -- words can never be take back. Try not to hurt anyone's feeling.

3. Keep connected to families. By this, I include aunties, uncles, cousins...all the family members who concern of me. Write them emails once in a while. Skype them. Never give excuses of no time for doing such -- I always have time for movies and games, but not communication? So, stop lying to self.

4. Study smart, but not hard. Don't be kiasu. Hello, it's Melbourne! I'll be there for 4-good-years -- and do I want to be in another Intec again? Remember that.

5. Take good care of my health. Eat healthy food. Have enough sleep. Hit the gym regularly. Remember, do not take anything/ do anything that will do harm to my body. The body is given by my parents. It's not solely mine. I don't have the right to do harm to it. So, be good.

6. Learn to be a good, or better person.

Ga-ga.

As everyone can tell. I am a heavy clubber -- well, I was -- and for this reason, there's no doubt that I'm too much of into pop musics.

And for this week, there's 2 songs that can are enough to drive me insane.

Monster -- Lady Gaga.

He ate my heart. He ate ate ate my heart~

Very 80's. And yes, this boy is a monster.

Telephone -- Lady Gaga

Stop callin stop callin~

Yes. Lady Gaga again. She's like my godness now. She officially ate my heart.

Pleasebestrong

I've never been so weak before.

Not when I get bad result for my exam.

Not even when my last heart break.

What if some of the test result is positive?

What if my medical report is not of a clean bill of health?

What if I'm dirty?

I can't let this ruined my future.

This is unbearable. My life should be long enough for me to regret for what I've done.

But please don't let it stop here.

Not now, at least.

=)

Duplication

It's like a cliche.

Everyone looks exactly like another.

Except the face.

So, aside from the face, the perfect body just look like duplication of each other. Okay, maybe some enlarge it, or some shrink it. But still, the shape are the same.

Went to Market Place last weekend. Ben said it's a farewell for me -- with the, well, lou. Lol. Maybe I've left that social group for too long time. Ben was, and is the only people that can link me back to the people in there. Or else, I feel like a complete left out of that night. Anyway, I was still too shy to talk to people -- and I was still a left out. Ben said I was like so anti-social.

I guess so. I can't find a common topic to talk with them. Not now, at least.

Missed the time when I first went to Frangi.

To Orange.

To La Queen.

To Oblique.

But not MP. For sure.

The gap is so obvious. And I can't seems to be able to fill that with anything.

Anyhow, love the scene. It's like all the best shape of the people u can asked for are there.

Still, I started to loath gym now. I don't wish to be one of them. Physically, at least. =(

Bond that can never be broken.

Enuf. We are not a G-A-Y couple. Best friends. For Life.

This is a post to be remembered. About a friendship, that will not sink. Not when our hearts still beating.

A friend that u can do everything with.

A friend that u can talk everything with.

A friend that u can burp in front of.

A friend that u'll feel happy when they are happy.

A friend that u'll feel sad when they are not happy.

A friend that u don't want to lose.

A friend that u'll miss.

A friend that u'll feel it's the best thing in the world when re-united.

A friend that is your friend.

Thank god. Our friendships never seems to fade off. Even we had long missed for almost 2 years. And during my birthday, the bond is reformed -- ad seems stronger than ever now. Still crapped like usual, as if we had just met yesterday, as if nothing changed so far.

Sometimes, a friend is all you need to be happy.

And yes, Ming will always be that kind of friend.

This is just too much. But he always know my taste. Thank you.

Awu~

I was bathing. And the postman kept HON at my gate. It's a thing. Not a letter. My signature is required.

It's weird. As far as I can remember, there isn't anything that I was waiting for:

1. I didn't bought anything online

2. It's not my birthday yet.

3. Never heard that JPA is going to send us anything soon.

With my towel wrapped on my waist -- actually I can skip this part, but I want to emphasize on how curious I am at that moment -- I went out and get that.

And I take a glimpse on it.

Which make me jumped. My towel went off. I bet there's no one around -- even if there IS, I can see nothing but only the thing.

It's from Sony Music Entertainment.

It's for Galaxie Shakira Contest.

And most important thing is, it's for Tong Kah Seng.

Which is ME!

Arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This is my first time joining the contests in the magazines, and I didn't even remember it after I send those forms. And yet, my first time earn me a very nice CD! WaW!

Definitely a very good way to kick start a new year. I'm more than delighted.

Peaceful New Year's Eve

Instead of going out with a whole bunch of crazy friends for countdown events happening in town, this year, I've decided not to go anywhere -- well, a restaurant doesn't really consider "anywhere" -- and spend my last new year eve with my family, in a decent Japanese restaurant.

Nothing much, just to share some of the nice sushi I wish to highlight on.

Tasty.

Best sushi of the night. Dang tasty.

My sister and my mummy. Can't be eaten>.<

I think I know how to cherish my family more, compared to last time. Guess I'm more mature now -- not physically, but mentally okay??? I am getting so much of age conscious now. The age crisis is hitting me right on my head. Not able to be categorized as "under 20" is just something unbearable.

Sigh.

Anyway, happy new year everyone.

My first attempt to feed my family

I'm going to spend my next 4 years in Melbourne ( oh gosh, I just love how the words come out from my mouth -- Melbourne~). Hence, I've decided that I am going to make a Hawaiian pizza -- a typical western food -- in the very first day of 2010. Ong lai ong lai, huat arhhhh!!!

Here's the whole process:

Prepare the ingredients: pizza base, pineapple, sausages(halal in my case), chicken breast, cheese(there's two type of cheese I used -- mozarela cheese and cheddar cheese, must use both for better taste!)

Cut the chicken breast into cubes. Put some salts, flavoring and soya sauce and mixed them well.

Fried the chicken cubes for a while -- just until all the chicken cubes turn it's color into pale pinky color. We do not need to make sure the chicken is cooked, as we are going to put it on pizza base later, and will bake it again.

After that, put in the thin sausages slices as well. Just cook it for a little while.

Meanwhile, put the pizza base into oven and bake for 15 mins, at 120 degree Celsius.

Ta dang~ The pizza base is crispy now and ready for topping.

Some people might use the imported pizza sauce. Well, for me, the tomato sauce buatan malaysia taste no different with that. =P

Apply it evenly on the pizza base (sounds like a make-up tutorial =P).

First layer will be the chicken cubes and sausages.

Which I like them fill every inch of my pizza. I'm a carnivore.

Second layer will be the pineapple cubes. I just love pineapple.

Finally, my favourite part. Put in cheeseS ---lots and lots of them! Who cares about calories, when they are so so mouth watering???

After that, put them into the oven for another 20 minutes, with temperature of 250 degree Celsius (well, this is adjustable. If you are afraid of heaty, use a lower temperature, but with a long period of time in the oven. Of course, the pizza wouldn't be that crispy then.)

Waiting....

Keep waiting...

The smell is just unbearable....waiting....

Done!

Oh my god...look at my baby....

Isn't that the most wonderful thing in the whole world....

Look at that...the meats are filling every of your bite...

And that's it~ My wonderful frst time experience of making my own pizza. Well done Anderson~