estd 1759

the geeza and 32ct counterparts would like to wish all a merry and jolly Christmas.

May you stuff yourself with turkey and its trimmings, and wash it all down with mulled wine and eggnog. Over indulge on pressies and carols.
pictures will be added once the geeza stops `sante-ing`.
bo selecta

Magic

Checked out the Bunker Bar just off Covent Garden last night, after being recommended by Isk. Its a nice chill out place to enjoy a few pints/glasses before a nite out. Place wasnt packed and it was layed out on the likes of a beer hall with wooden tables and benches to go Skoll on.

They make their own lager in their microbreweries which you can see to the back of the hall, having three flavourful Freedom biers to choose from amongst other european bottled beers. Full of flavour and smooth the beers, wish i could say the same about the food. Service staff a bit slack too.

Oh well a decent place to head back to.

P.s. dont ask for a pint of Guinness here. Its impolite.(from experience)


On another note, i just watched Top Gun again for the ive-lost-count time, and i cant stop being amazed and glued to it. God, as corny as it sounds, wouldnt it be nice to pick up a hot lass at the bar by serenading the Righteous Bros` You`ve lost that loving feeling`?

On another nother note, damn nikki for introducing me to Placebo. On repeat is Pierrot the Clown. Damn you woman. Damn

Puzo

ah a december post, finally. we`re getting nearer to christmas and everyone seems to be all jolly at work.(referring to xmas carols blasting on the kitchen radio) where else moi cant be shiot(as usual) to do anything. i just blame the miserable weather which just makes you so screwed up, u end up holed up in the comfort of 32ct for the whole weekend.

Was never really much of a `gig going` person in the past. Something about the word `gig` which makes me think its gonna be loud trashy music, with the only ones on a `high` are the `musicians` playing. For some odd reason, i relieved my stereotype self some time back to check out the London Gig hosted by the kids at Imperial College.

The music at first was trashy, which made me seek refuge in watered down cheep booze, but after awhile the music became more acceptable. (except the geeza who played the OC Hallelujah song twice in a 10 odd minute set). Everyone was rooting for Rendra who it seems, performs in KL and has a following in London.

sarah,joe,nani

Then after a double shift on thursday and friday, it was off to turnmills in farringdon to join the boys for some intense beats being spinned. To be honest, not really down with the whole garage/house scene as have always been an oblivious rnb goer. but im getting there man im getting there. This place is massive with 3 rooms playing and it was a matter of `cucuk langits` till 6am, with a really good line up(i was told). tho after awhile i realised the ratio of guys to girls was really really reallly bad. and doing this after a double shift so freaking had its toll on em old legs on saturday.
Oh well, anyone up for xmas party part 2 this friday heh?
the crowd goes bo` selecta...............

picture taken from nyet

perrier

Been occupying myself with movies in recent times. I find it awfully therapeutic, to switch off and be part of the various characters, scenarios and locations seems awfully appealing at the moment. Its either that, or its an easy excuse not to get down and dirty with the growing workload of a student.

Watched Wes Anderson`s The Darjeeling Limited some days backand am still trying to figure out if i enjoyed it. Yes i think i did enjoy the Royal Tenenbaums back then, yet i find myself on a half/half on this movie. It was colourful, funny, yet with meaning and substance inter-laced. (just a matter if you got it). Yes, this was definitely an arty farty movie, if you catch my drift. *pooot*

American Gangster was wicked(my man, my man) but im looking forward to the french movie coming out in mid december about a lovey dovey menage trois relationship with characters falling into duets throughout the movie. Something like Huit Femme(8 Females) i suppose.

Being a movie buff at this precise moment, makes me wonder. With the Oscars coming in February, we should nominate really good and enchanting actresses whom have caught our hearts in the many scenes and roles played so far. The `Airport` scene was heartfelt, the `Numb` scene was played flawlessly, captivating viewers through words and emotions, where else the sincerity of character in the `Serious Talk` scene was just mind boggling. Put your hands up ladies and gentlemen...........

Erinacious

i cried for you before, i wont do it again.

you claim to be having the `best premier league` in the world,
you claim to have the best players in the world,
you claim to have the power of rooney, gerrard, jt, and the geeza who sold his soul to the yanks.
you claim to have all good and mighty in the name of soccer.
you cant even qualify for fucking Euro 2008.

you`re better off playing tiddly-winks next summer when all eyes are on austria/switzerland.

i shed no more tears for you

St James

fuck me, no turkeys for christmas din dins, AGAIN?

nyet

if anyone remembers, there was a shortage of turkeys last year in malaysia.
duck lice, duck lice la.

bupa

i read this somewhere and i liked it.

Its true that light travels faster than sound.
When i first met you, you came off as a bright person.
but god fathers, when words finally came out.....


Last Saturday-house party-boris-tower bridge-converted loft-spacious-60 odd ppl-good crowd-red-white-beer-bad lesson-mixing-no no no-

nani,mel,hafiz

cha,joe

yaz,boris,nani

celups

After getting my shit together on sunday, went to go watch a french movie at the curzon soho. Curzon shows some really good international movies, that lil breather when you just get a lil fed up of hollywood. highly recommended.

Watched Blame it on Fidel, which is a french movie set in the 70`s about the life of a girl raised by pro-communist parents. Good characters, good story line.

Next on the list,
Bricklane
Les Chansons D'amour
My Kid Could Paint That
The Kite Runner
The Darjeeling Limited

Any takers?

Liguria

Thank you to the people who made it to Pillars tonight. Couldnt have made it without you guys.
Restepa.

Artois

why is it so hard to say goodbye to yesterday?

3:32

Event Info

Name:	Dinner Event at Award Winning Pillars Restaurant
Tagline:	One night only of Menus inspired by the Roux Brothers
Host:	BSc Culinary Arts Final Year Students
Type:	Party - Dinner Party

Time and Place

Date:	Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Time:	6:30pm - 8:30pm
Location:	Pillars Restaurant, Thames Valley Restaurant
Street:	St Mary`s Road, Ealing, W5 5RF
City/Town:	London, United Kingdom
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Contact Info

Email:

taufikrazak@gmail.com

Description

A 3 course dinner organized by final year Culinary Arts degree students.
A really good deal taking into account immaculate service, semi fine dining ambiance, and top notch food.
The menu for this Wednesday would be:

Starter
1. Creamed Artichoke and Cep Soup.
2. Spicy Fresh Crab Salad served with Peppered Tomato Mousse.
3. Pan Fried Foie Gras with Spiced Breadcrumbs
4. Salad of Rocket, Parmesan and Truffle.

Main Course
1. Wood Pigeon in Red Wine with Baby Vegetables and Crushed New Potatoes.
2. Escalope of Veal with Walnuts and Roquefort .
3. Roast Fillet of Sea Bass with Parsnip Puree and Caramelized Garlic.
4. Baked Potato with Creamed Morel Mushrooms and Vegetable Tagliatelle.

Dessert
1. Hot Chocolate Soufflé served with Dark Chocolate Sauce.
2. Whisky Jelly with Orange and Drambuie Sauce
3. Roast Figs with Honey and Pistachio served with Vanilla Ice Cream.
4. White Chocolate Mousse with Passion Fruit Bavarois.

Tables are Limited, reservations are advised.
Reservations and enquiries can be made at: 020-8231-2200 (Pillars)
07956458178 (Joe)

About Pillars Restaurant- http://www.thl.tvu.ac.uk/thl/restaurant/restaurant.asp

lafuma

Battersea Park for fire works display was a really good idea. Masses in the thousands cramminginto a park , 5 quid per person and watching a 15 minute pyrotechnic show.

Damn the long lines to the burger stalls. the bonfire

babi buffet in kings road

might need to tilt to the left

tomato mousse

Come lets drink and watch the fire works and commemorate the geeza who once planned to blow up Parliament.

Kinton

I enjoy deep frying calamari. I really do.

Derma Care

The journey of the captain and his first mate goes back over a year now. Having crossed many seas, discovered new lands and uncovered treasures any pirate would have dream of, the duo were off again into the horizon for yet another adventure.

The Chest of Marlboro was always a great myth in the pirates world. Words of its wonders and riches had gone back for generations but like any other great myth, no one has ever gotten to the bottom of it or even close. Until now.

The captain, a staunch Muslim, had always had a problem when it came to his first mates. A very fussy and particular character, he had only really connected and trusted one other in the past, but they parted ways nearly 2 years back. Now, to fill in the shoes, the captain has found his perfect first mate, one who he can talk to with true honesty, one whom will `aye captain` when expected but still have the balls to speak up in true honesty, one who can take the mood swings with a smile, one with very similar visions, a true friend. The first mate is a staunch Jew.

The Jew comes on board with a similar past. Coming from a history of bad captains, the Jew has been fucked around and treated like a down right pariah pirtate by dozens of previous superiors. Initially being nice and getting along fine, the work relationship always turned bad for some odd reason, and always ending on a bad note. This time the first mate is finally content with the superior. Someone who can treat a first mate with respect and honour. And for once in the first mate`s life, the dark past is not to dark to be talked about.

The route is set and mapped out. The direction is north west. just after the Ramsay Quay. The treasure is close and they both know it. With such chemistry on the boat, they knew they`ll be able to work themselves around the known treacherous waters of Yorky, and row on towards the Quay. Both know of the long journey ahead, but are in high spirits. For ahead, is the treasure that had always been the talk of the tavern. A treasure, both mates grown up to believe and dream of, was seating there for them. It was definite. For something so definite, neither could choose anyone else to be by their sides when the moment comes on opening the chest up(however gay that makes a pirate sound).

Days go by, turning into weeks and now they have been rowing for a number of months. The journey has been jolly for both sides and as they row closer to Yorky, the weather starts to play up. In a freak storm with 20 metre high waves, gustling strong winds and sheer darkness except for the lightnings that strucks with loud bangs of thunder. Both are in the shit. They know they have travelled so far to jump ship(boat) now. But it might be the case. It was virtually impossible to keep the boat on a straight path but with sheer determination and faith, they might be able to pull through. The first mate panics. Probably not wanting the treasure as much as thought, the first mate jumps out of the boat with nothing less of a goodbye and tries to swim off for land.

The captain is dumbstruck. Shouting out the equivalent of `par punde` in pirate jibberish, the captain can only look in dismay as his second in command swims off. After awhile, the first mate is out of sight. The captain knows its impossible to get to the treasure now. It just was. You cannot row a boat alone around the Yorky and move in to the Quay. Its unheard of. The captain sits down to gather his thoughts. All he can do is hope. Hope that the little shit realizes that maybe jumping ship was a horrendous idea, and they could have overcome the seas together. However much hate the captain now has, he still believes the mate is needed to get to the Chest and tries to believe that the mate will be back to continue the journey.

After a while, water starts moving in fast into the boat, and it s getting to his ankle. Now to the knees. He doesnt want to. He has goals ever so close. He wants to realize his destiny as a pirate. To uncover the holy grail of treasures in pirate world. He has no choice. He still hopes the same for a second. two seconds.

He jumps ship.

6:13

we love today what we hate tomorrow

allergy relief

working in london has so far been quite fun and amusing at times. try working in a restaurant with people from all over. a melting pot of faces and culture.
the ukranian who has a good sense of humour,
the brazillian dude who self proclaims on being number one,
the manja polish lass, '
the bolivian girl who keeps grabbing other`s ass cheeks(and says shes just testing afterwards), the polish woman who puts on depressing love songs all the time on the radio(especially when u dont feel like listening to micheal bolton),
the head chef who is really into house music(`yo taufik, check the beat,check the beat. u hear that? wicked beat mate`),
the algerians,
and the singing chef from the carribean(belting out to the tunes of barry white and the likes).

shit, and thats just the kitchen staff.

service staff from montenegro, poland, us, sweden, germany, etc.

oh and that queer brazillian dude who i had a conversation about faith with.

dude: so, ur islam. ur arab from malaysia
joe: no, im a muslim. i believe in islam but im not an arab. you dont need to be an arab to believe in islam.
dude: (starting to look a bit uninterested and as he walks away splurts out) im brazillian. and i only believe in massive dongs up my arse.

par punde

democracy

bless your heart, you .....you...well, you know what u did.

Dove

a lil raya do at number thirty two.

last sunday saw the occupants of 32ct playing host to a lil raya get together. knowing joe for his enthusiasm in celebrating raya, i just wanted to get it over and done with. turned out it wasnt that bad and it was a good night after all.

it was fun cooking up for the family open house back in kl during raya. thats because you had ppl coming expecting lontong, rendang,etc, and i served up the likes of home made pizzas, lasagna, pommes gratin and thai green curry and to get the bemused looks on some of them, u just know their thinking `what the fuck?`.hehehhe. the food usually went down well with the younger relatives. my justification is, you go for 3-4 open houses in a day on a sunday, u really wanna eat the same stuff everytime?

anyways, this time, Yazmin made the laksa lemak (that oz is getting too malay for gods sakes), i had the honour of making the chicken rendang and ketupats, and there was also malaysian posted kuih rayas/cakes and milo panas/ sirap bandung in between. oh it was a nite of indulging.
pictures galore.

faheem and yaz in gear

eddie (in gear) and omar

joe in his baju melayu with apek

jez and naj

uncle rahim content

doing the raya robot dance

kitchen invasion

pukka tukka

sham and patrick

acab and renee

boris and joe

omar, nani and fytrushka

Bombay Mix

it was Hari Raya yesterday in the uk. happy happy joy joy. no, on the contrary. I have personally lost interest in the celebration ages ago. Before one mutters blasphemy, let me explain.

Back in the day, Hari Raya was fun. Actually enjoying and anticipating to go back to kampung. Being able to hang around and play mercun with the cousins, the `maaf zahir and yeah whatever, give me em green packets' moments, the non-stop eating, the uncles and aunties who go `dah besar dah` everytime they see you, and everything in between.
We were young, we were free.

Fast forward that along the years, and you have almost a charade of the whole balik kampung thing. You are much older, you discover that maybe you dont have much in common with the cousins, family spats are more common amongst the big familia ( u gotta remember whos talking to who), cousins get married and opt out to celebrate with their new families. You dont want to go back,period. but then it matters if i dont go back to `celebrate` as we are forced to give a shit if others bitch of our absence.

Raya last year, like the two years before, saw me doing the whole protocol thing in the morning, and spending the rest of the day in a dodgy snooker parlour in town with a cousin or two. that bad, that bad. Then, why stay another couple of nites like u would back in the day, just come up with some cock and bull story to all who gives a shit, that uve got work, exam, etc the next day. so then, ur off the hook. balik kl and dont need to do the whole `act` till Hari Raya Haji.

Today, I was heavy hearted to go to Malaysia Hall for the prayers as i felt i hadnt the right to go (due to obvious reasons). but i chose to go, just to see if i can get some sort of raya feeling out of it. I didnt. Prayers had finished by the time i got there. Lotsa kids hanging around outside. I left after 20 minutes. I did meet a friend from KL which was pleasant. But yeah, enjoyed more working in the kitchen later in the day.

We need to sort things out. I would like to enjoy and truly be part of Hari Raya in the future.

A year ago, i received a msg wishing me Happy Raya and the msg also had something on the lines of `forgive everybody and hopefully everyone forgives you`. It meant alot to me as the whole maaf, zahir and batin thing had been said for granted all this time. Part of the protocol what?

From there, I would like to play my part, and sincerely apologies to the people ive done wrong through out the year.

Wishing you a blessed Eid.

Regards,
Joe

18

"The whole conviction of my life now
rests upon the belief that loneliness,
far from being a rare and curious phenomenon,
is the central and inevitable fact of human existence."

Thomas Wolfe,
"God's Lonely Man"

Speed Stick

last night,
i finally ease myself into the comfort of my duvet,
as i close my eyes,
i turn myself to the left,
and out of no where,
whispered my calling,
but there was no reply;not even `the` grunt,
in dismay, i turn over to my right,
and in the company of the shuffle,
i end the night.

buxton

merseyside,
abundance of students filling the streets,
making you feel like one,
endless cab calling despite being geographically small,
walk damn it. its good for you.
strong winds that creeps through your skin,
even stronger accents; u cant help to go 'you wot mate?'
Genting First World showers, to be enjoyed with weird ass jelly soap of course.
good set up, settle in fast and ull be the talk of the town in no time.
get on with it,geeza!

p.s. cute white nikes goes well with cute missus.

joeshappyendings.

1.5Litres

a picture from a balcony at tate modern, overlooking st pauls cathedral. nice lovely day, beautiful sky. pity the geezer on millennium bridge wanting to jump into the thames. at first it was all exciting with the police boats and ambulances all taking their places and all. after awhile, you wonder how fucked up his life is? poor geezer, dont know if he jumped.

vittel

Last couple of weeks in the kitchen has been a bitch. I find myself easily fucking up my fingers. One week it was cutting my finger with a piece of broken plate.
Then I thought why not fuck up the other hand with hot oil which resulted in big air bubbles and screwed up skin on two fingers. Its getting better so it aint as gruesome as it was initially.

Its pretty screwed up to bang up ur fingers like this. I did it while doing something im suppose to enjoy and build a career out of. but when it happens often, it gets awfully depressing. I must really suck at my career of choice man. well, i know thats not a nice way of putting it and its part of the job. oh well, shit happens doesnt it? whether its a kitchen in london or a green charade back at home. get on with it geeza`.

Dual Alarm

say hello to my little friend...

no this isnt my latest pick up line. its my current daily liner, amongst `niamah` and `par punde`.
got myself a little inspired by a recent 32CT visitor who seems to indulge herself with really old movies. SO, i thought what the hell, ill give it a try. there were a few movies on my mind, thus splurging something like 350 ringgit on 6 dvds. oh well, can lar.

I really enjoyed Scarface which keeps me wonder y lar i didnt pick it up much earlier on. Though it was a bit funny seeing a younger Al Pacino and Michael Pfeiffer. His character had some sort of gay vibe in it which was amusing, and she played a real bitch well. To be honest , part of her character reminds me of someone. oh well, not a film critic so ill just end with , iz good shit.

Breakfast at Tiffany`s next.

petroleum

why do we indulge ourselves with nicotene? im talking bout the need and urge to puff up, eventhough everyone knows its bad, makes u sick and leads the masses to premature deaths.
my mum calls me an idiot for smoking in this day and age when doctors and researches have concluded basically that ciggies are bad with big effects.
I was reading the paper today on the way back from work. In one page, it had 5 large pictures of gross effects of ciggies, one of them being a really disgusting inflamed throat. there was also an accompanying article of the detrimentals of nicotina with the header, `still want a smoke?`.
I thought nothing of it and 2 seconds later was more into the report about Beckham fucking up his foot again.
I know for a fact, i can get seriously ill and probably die from them, but i still do light up on average 20 times a day, even more if im in the company of alcohol. its not im oblivious to the facts, but its just that i enjoy and still continue.
heck, ill probably be smoking now while writing this, if it wasnt for a `no smoking in house` policy.
i think the problem is, im arrogant. and i think alot of us are too.
arrogant to believe shit might happen to others, but not me?
i dont know.

lager

i was called last nite at 2am by a concerning friend from Brunei, whom thought my last post about the carnival including the booty shaking terms, made me sound like a 'dirty old man'. let me clarify that, i am dirty but im not old.
no seriously, that was how it was man. no other way of putting it niks. thanks for the call tho. call again sil vous plait.

i sigh now everytime i have to listen to that song bout `i rather dance with u than talk to u` or the `oh you silly stupid past time of mine` song. im tired of being told that im suppose to know the drill.
dude, happy first man.. seriously.

100 sheets

notting hill street carnival 2007. one word to describe it. WICKED! one of the biggest annual european carnival in london was held over the weekend. monday being the final day for miles long of booty shaking Caribbean and afro music. 1.5 million ppl was reported to have flocked the streets for this booty of a carnival.
i dunno but theres a weird chemistry between booze and drums. a sense of all hells lets loose. everyone was having a good time, shaking this and booty pumping that. extraordinary.
lotsa colourful costumes, intense beats, and alcohol sums up the event. and the food which was very carribbean with jerk chicken and the likes. unfortunately, didnt get some this time as the lines were longgggggggg.
was reported in the papers today that 2 dudes got shot at and another stabbed at this year. the organizers continued to say its been the best carnival so far without much incidents, killings,etc.
PAR PUNDE.

the area we hanged out had 3 cops changed in over the duration of a couple of hours as we kept getting the dancers to harass and booty shake them. one copper replied to a `OH YEAH!` when i asked him if he was enjoying himself yet. good man.

cant wait for next year.

phillips

no more fucking about you geezer,
step up to the plate and prove urself.
or else take ur plonkers and fuck off back to mumsy.

i work long hours in a kitchen, i watch too much gordon ramsay. im tired and pissed.
shits going pete tong.

100% cotton

getting 3 hours of sleep,
awoken to the housemate leaving for his flight home to kl,
working a 15 hour shift till midnight, oh not that bad, had half an hours break along the way,
sleeping at 2am, looking forward to another 15 hour bliss in the kitchen tomorrow on a scheduled sunny sunday.
happy happy joy joy.

grante achatzor

this is what i come home to, this is my shelter

siapa cakap london best?

par punde

ey, im yellow!

this is suppose to be me in the simpsons. have a go here to get simpsonized (it wont look like u, but who cares, ur yellow and u can go 'd`oohhh'?)

cucumber lasagna

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

Take note people, it doesnt do much when u try to impress someone with this sonnet, even more when the person ur trying hard to impress is from your own generation of public schooling Malaysians. However beautiful the words are, it just shows u can actually remember something, something 'everyone' had to memorize anyway back in the day. Take my word for it, dont use em words. I would conclude ur better off with a really good knock knock joke.

ari puta

With the release of the final chapter of Harry Potter round the corner, let me share what one daily has speculated for the final outcome in the end.

• Harry Potter dies.
• Harry Potter lives.
• Ron dies.
• Hermione dies saving Ron.
• Harry gets drunk.
• Hermione has Hagrid's love-child.

Mere speculations i remind you from a trashy sorta daily. Or is it?

From the first review published today as commented in another daily, it seems 6 main characters dies in a bloodbath.

I hope im not spoiling anything here. if was to me, i would think harry commits suicide from all the pressure and depression that comes with his 'screwed' up life.

un, deux, ménage à trois?

The progression of the past weeks have seemed awfully stagnant. With the summer hollies, (and the fact that the chef at work found out my current situation) i find myself working an average of 4 to 5 days a week now. To be honest, i find myself joyfully settling in with this restaurant. As mentioned before, it isnt a michelin or rosette star restaurant, but still has the courtesy of serving customers decent and most importantly fresh food.

I, refered to as `student` or `2-fik` by the superiors, is currently incharge of taking care of the 'middle' section. Part of the job includes making full monty brekkies and egg benedicts in this 'breakfast all day establishment'. It does get annoying doing a freaking fried breakfast at 8pm, but thank god we dont do black pudding in the brekkie. The job does however has its perks. Most importantly, freshly ground black coffee in my grasps as easy as a lil pls to the servers. It is heavenly good to drink decent coffee as oppose to the instant shit i can afford at home.

With the job, i also have realised that ive commited myself to a responsibility, a responsibility that needs me up at 7am on some mornings. a responsibility that sometimes and has been from 9am till midnight. a responsibility which sees me shit tired to do anything condusive for my self amusement. I....I.....feel like a person who works, earns money, grows old,dies.(with all the 'minor' details sewn in between).

I got myself out of that state last nite. It was Faheem's birthday. Had dinner at this small but good restaurant in Ealing called charlotte. It was a semi fine dining restaurant i would have thought. Thats until i saw most servers blundering all over the floor. This sweet french girl had eyebags, overworked, running around always in a hurry, literally plonking things here and there as she went along. The best was when she took our orders while scratching her well arched out tummy. And i was just next to her trying to give a straight face. Par Punde.

Then there was the other dude who replied to eddie's queries of an alcohol free beaure blanc to go with his fish. I qoute, "you can either have another sauce or you can go for the beaure blanc, because the alcohol would have evaporated anyway, so it would be OK". I was in shock. Yes i am aware of the sciences of cooking with alcohol, but it is the principle of the whole act which he did not seem to understand. This answer by the server despite a notice in the menu encouraging customers to request for their own dietary preferences. Oh yeah, he also got the year wrong when introducing the red. Par Par Punde.

Food was simple, yet satisfying scrumptious and definitely cheap.( had the 3 course set for 19 quid). Go for the food and enjoy ur company, leave the high standards of service at home).


Pictures galore...

-whitebait and garlic aioli.


-braised beef pie with seasonal baby vegies

-chai pannacotta with berry compote


-its easy peasy to know when im happy.


-a glimpse of dissaproval. i agree. served too warm for my palate.


-with 32CT's guest, Bobbi.


-machas

*pictures courtesy of part time photographer and part time marlboro man, eddie.