old transcript documenting conversation with the scissor ninja mustache man

Note:
i had first posted this transcript as it was. Then i actually read it and was horrified. So i started *bleeping* some words out. Then i realized i was pretty much *bleeping* the whole conversation. Therefore it has been removed from this blog. Thank you.

~Agent Orange

food nostalgia

i may not miss the used tissue littered on the floor or the grimy greasy chipped china dishware, but oh the thought of noodles just kneaded, twirled, and trimmed into pork broth and thrown in front of me steaming .. brings a tear.some of the food im dreaming about.

FALSE ORANGE ALERT WARNING

ATTENTION INNOCENT BLOG READERS:
THIS IS A FALSE ORANGE ALERT. Agent Orange has done nothing wrong. I mean, anyone who wears smart IA-looking glasses can do know wrong!

Please be warned. Agent Jade is twicky. She actually tortures chinese girls whose faces are too round. then she throws peanuts at them.
- Signed: Agent Tofu

Fire Breathing Dragon

Agent Jade in pursuit of Asian Orange

Please notify immediately if any asian matching the picture is found roaming or stealing noodles. Culprit may be posing as intellectual or sophisticated IA.

all the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey...

Ni Hau Vancouver...

despite the lack of laksa, and absence of ais cachang, i'm so very happy to be back..

something wonderfully comforting about the quiet, the scarves and hats, and smiling vancouver faces.. we all say we dread winter, but honestly i think everyone of you vancouverites has a secret attachment to it. Oh and then there's pumpkin pie, if any of you out there make yummy pies, i'm glad to accept an invitation..

Miss you asian orange.. where are you? has the internet swallowed you up again?

Serenity in Sipadan

Pictures of paradise. All thanks to cousin Allister. He is ninja. Actually, he is even more AWESOME than ninja. Think of the most awesome-est person you have ever encountered - he is even more awesome than him/her. Well, we think so anyway :)

Tribute to Babar

There are no words which can accurately reflect how it feels to be sitting in a small motorboat, docked up on the banks of the Sabah rainforest, listening to the crunching and crackling of the lush grass while the bushes rustle. It's as if a dinosaur is going to appear any minute and devour you the way we devour pork buns.

And then you see the eyes belonging to the Pigmy Elephant, 2 shiny black beads peeking through the long grass. They glisten with wisdom, as if to say: "I am so much bigger than who you are. I have already seen more things than you will ever see, and have lived a life with a magnitude that you will never fully comprehend."

Even the photos do not do justice. But here is our attempt to try: