A story of the king of tropical fruits

A brief introduction of Durian.
The fruit can grow up to 40 cm long and 30 cm in diameter, and typically weighs one to five kilograms. Its shape ranges from oblong to round, the colour of its husk green to brown and its flesh pale-yellow to red, depending on species. The hard outer husk is covered with sharp, prickly thorn, while the edible custard-like flesh within emits a strong, distinctive odour. Some regard this odour as fragrant while others find it overpowering or offensive. The seed can also be eaten after boiling, drying, frying or roasting.

The fruit in Malaysia is call as the king of fruits, it is hate or like by people here, there is a story about durian.
A lecturer of a friend of mine told her this story, a friend of his from Hong Kong came to Malaysia for visit and wanted to try our king of fruits, so he ask for instruction to eat the fruit, the lecturer told him to have the skin of the durian peal and eat the inner part.
The next day the HK friend call up my friends lecturer and told him “I don’t understand why you Malaysia like to eat durian that much, I taste so bitter and dry! And hard to bite too!”
My friends lecturer is curious and ask where he bought his durian and what is the colour of the “meat” he eat.
“I bought it from carefour, like you teach me, I peal out the yellow part and eat the brownish part.”

this is how it looks like normally when buy in supermarkets


this is what it is like...

Zeek's diary, part 5

Zeek drive off the desperately long high way and into the route that eagerly bringing himself over to the lounge, he felt blank nothing, he don’t even know that is he excited or bum up by the situation he have before… “I need to refresh myself before going into the lounge” Zeek thought that to himself, without hesitation he park his car and walk into a restaurant that is just next to the lounge, walk straight into the restaurant’s toilet have his face wash and tidy up, “well stand up and get ready for the date.” A deep breath in and he walk out of the toilet pass the restaurant main exist and into the lounge beside, “do you have a reservation sir?” ask the waiter in front of the door blocking his way in, “buzz off…” this all happen silently inside Zeek like he always have (so call being polite), “yes reservation under Michelle.”

Zeek's diary, part 4

The girl is different from the friend he has feelings for, she is the kind of girl that he is crazy for, her style, her move, her thoughts is not what can be written down to explain but he knew it, he knew that he wanted that girl even not forever, even romance wont last, he will struggler to manage, to make it work till the love candles burn off… he is not the kinda guy that lets a relationship goes… he will when it have slip off too far, he will when it is hopeless… it happen before… it what he knows now to recover n learn.
Sometimes he don’t know what he felt anymore, too much time spend with some one gets an uncertain feeling. He saw someone that clicks at 1st sight he start obsesses about her, for now it is her.

Zeek's diary, part 3

Blank nothing in his mind but tears still sliding down his cheek he is confuse as what life have bring, the feeling of being alone, left off even though surrounded by people, some will think that it isn’t something to be obsesses of, go find someone people might tell him. “Yea…” is all he might answer, in his heart it is a scratch, sometimes it is just numb…
He got all the answers but not all matches something is always missing…
Ringing of his phone break his thoughts looking at the caller id is some number that he don’t know, after a deep breath he pick his phone up press on the accept button and talk to it, “hello, you there?” from the other end came a voice that he felt familiar yet far away, a girl that he have dream of, “want a drink?” came from the other end, without thinking he answer “yea”, from the other side “meet you at the lounge where we have dinner before.” And she hangs up.

Zeek's diary, part 2

Zeek have nothing in mind but that should be the ticket out of this freaking place, the flash fade and just to found a police car park just behind Zeek’s car, Zeek have never be happier to see a police car, it twitches him every time he sees one on the road when he drive, he have done nothing wrong but because of too many bad experience have happen (bribing, or get threat even it isn’t his fault). “What ya doing here? Have a problem?” Zeek just look at the policeman who walks towards him, still with his cigarette puffing away on his lips, for a moment of pause there where the policeman waited there for answer from our miserable friend, “I m out of gas.” Answer Zeek suddenly “no big deal, there is a gas station a few km away, get up my car and I drive you over” Zeek stand up and walk towards the police car open the passenger side door and walk in. “Weird guy… maybe is because of his bad time…” this thoughts go on and on in the policeman’s mind. After saving Zeek’s night the police when off leaving Zeek with his weird thoughts, he don’t even know what his mood is, he ain’t sad or mad but in seconds 2 line of tears just drop from his eyes.

Zeek's diary -- Chapter one, part 1

Zeek found that he is out of no where, no lights, no sign, no signal… “Fuck… how did I get here?” Zeek mumbles to himself in frustration, “there isn’t a soul found in this fucking place, and fuck should I fill the gas before driving out, darn ass…” When he finally settle he sit down beside his car and took out a pack of cigarettes, well the irony thing is the cigarettes is a month old or more, he don't even know how long have he store that pack in his beg, he don’t smoke much but on situations like this something to burn the tens should help.
Puffing smokes out calm his mind down, suddenly someone he have feelings to pop up in his mind, someone that he have been friends for years that now he felt click, but hack like the ‘rules’ said, they are in the friend zone, clicking don’t work here, it may ruin the friendship… “Hack!” curse Zeek “Is this real? Or cuz I m just confuse?” his thought goes on will a flash of light break the dark…

human nature

Things that one takes for grated, maybe what others cherish.
Things that seem small, may look big when it is miss.
Things that are in front given without any price, may look expensive where it isn’t there.
Human always take things for grated, I know I have, because of this I have let one I cherish go, without pushing myself to have her back, but obsessive is part of my nature, this bring one to a dark corner where I lick on my own broken heart… regrets… what to regrets? Stupidity? Worst thing to regret is what is not done, and regrets why it isn’t done…
Girls… no I should say humans are the beings that take things for grated… human are beings that regrets but never learn form it…

My man hoot

Recently I kinda shaking on myself confidence, some 1 say I look gay! Fuck that! Hahaha, but at least I recover and relize that there is nothing to be obsess about (although I m kinda obsessive in nature), but I realize I do what I want I be what I want, as long as what I do don’t harm others or it is wrong in many ways that it point too, I don’t care! As they say live life to it’s fullest. I m going to do mine, just for me but no others maybe I might include those who I love hahaha, as a friend, a family or a lover (still on search).

Me and my bottal of wine

Well Happy New Year I guess, I don’t felt any different, the only changes is my little sis is now in Secondary School, other then that it is just the same, the last day of 2006 I rented a car to send hoilee to the bus station (she is going back Penang), before that we when to Alamandar to grape a bite, and I got my chance to buy a bottle of Yellow Tail (an Australian red wine), after all the hassle, I being home alone watching TV and chat with my good friend Ruben online listening to his 1st odd experience (funny in a way) but for him… all I can say is poor thing. Some friends ask me online before the go off celebrate, why aren’t you going out? Felling old this year? Neh~ me never hahah just maybe a little… I m damn tired form the work the day before, so I decide to crash at home drinking… well my older year is just so so, as in still alone… hope that this year I have some 1 to go pass valentine… high hope huh?