I got this baby for myself; Yamaha DGX-220.




76 keys (couldn't make enough room for 88 keys in our tiny apartment) with piano touch sensitivity and over 480 sounds to choose from. As with any other keyboard, it has a headphone socket, which I guess MH will be so thankful for. He couldn't stand me practising the classical pieces and especially the scales and arpeggios. I can't stand it myself too, it's just too @!%$#&. Ok, lets just say I don't know how to appreciate those classical music. The review for my baby is pretty good. http://www.yamaha-keyboard-guide.com/yamaha-dgx220.html. She has a lot of buttons (which I hate. don't ask me why I end up as an engineer) and I haven't even open the manual to figure them out. Very busy lately.

Btw, I was just kidding on the title.

Got these springform pans (http://whatscookingamerica.net/Q-A/SpringForm.htm) for you all the way from US and in all 3 sizes! We can have unlimited baking this CNY and won't need to dig out the cakes disgustingly. Hopefully I'll be home to join you this time round.

Supposed to post this one month ago, but I know you won't have internet access unless you steal the WiFi from Shell. So, I waited until you're home for holiday which is now. :p Happy Belated Birthday to my dearest sis!

Had always wanted to go there since its opening near Queensbay Mall half a year ago, but “no time”. Evenings usually filled with badminton, jogging, gym, hiking, piano lesson, piano practice, mass, church duty, lighthouse, OT then followed by dinner, pasar malam and house chores. Yesterday was one of those rare evenings. I called off work super early at 4.15pm and did what I rarely do – take afternoon nap. Sleep deprived me abandoned the earlier plan to catch Spiderman2 despite already made the reservation for both 5.30pm and 6.30pm show. Woke up 2 hours later to be greeted by the scourging sun and hence I ditched the jogging as well (no discipline at all!). Ended up pigging in with the DVD that we bought half a year ago; the Pirates of Caribbean 2. By 9.30pm, since it was a rare chance that both of us were not tired yet, we decided to be happening and check out the Halo café. I love that place, nice ambient and excellent singers.

The most expensive fish I ever buy after cod fish. I mistaken it with the RM20/kg bawal putih. This bawal tambak is actually more than double the price. A small 400g bawal tambak cost us RM20.

http://www.geocities.com/sunnychai/Fish/BawalTambak.JPG

I survived not yet another long run (i wish), but the night-walk. Yup, no one injected me with HIV infected syringe or tailed me with maligned intention. The night-walk is a midnight venture out to the city, armed with packed food (yummy fried rice, sausage, crab stick, etc prepared by the lighthouse volunteers) and mineral water to be distributed to the vagrants. Many can be found sleeping or loitering at pavements near Komtar, Chinese Temple and Perangin Mall. It was quite an experience for me. At the hour when I'm normally having adventures in my slumberland, there are so many adventures happening in the tangible world. Happening people clubbing away in pub & disco, football fans having supper at mamak with their eyes glued to the huge flat screen TV and many other late night "business" going on. The 2 hours of night-walk, brought me to the darker corners of the city, the red light districts, gloomy back lanes; many of which I never know exist before; and crossing path with all sorts of people. Nevertheless, it turned out to be a pretty calm night with no much major surprises except that some of the volunteers saw on-going drug trading in process. All that I did was to greet those homeless people or tried to wake them up from their sleep (not to try to hard because it's difficult enough for them to fall asleep on the cold hard pavement or bus stop), smile, then offer them some food and drink (hoping that they won't have to sleep with empty stomach that night), politely chat with them if they were into it or to entertain any request if there is any, then ciao to the next person sleeping beside him/her. Each of the faces has his/her own story to tell; a sorrowful one most likely.