Friday, November 27, 2015
On the eve of Sharky's 20th birthday (so young, but of course he thought otherwise), we dragged him out for dinner on a rainy evening. Brought him to The SOPRANO's Italian-German Restaurant and Piano Bar. We were the only customers at the time. Such a lonely Friday night. Sad to discover that they had revised the prices and the drinks menu had also shrunk, together with its happy hour promotions. We shared a pork knuckle (moist porky goodness) and spicy seafood spaghetti. It was definitely not enough for Sharky's growing boy appetite. Once again, I got him to taste the beer and the scene was as comical as the last time. After dinner, we went to Starbucks at Pearl Point International Hotel for coffee and cake. Unfortunately, the cake selection was horrible. Whatever was leftover looked pitiful. And even the iced water that we asked for had dregs. Yikes! Hopped over to Cafe Coffee Day just opposite it for a slice of Red Velvet, but that wasn't very good too. Later, Sharky went to Starbucks by himself to complete his birthday routine near midnight. A must to celebrate alone with a slice of cake to mark the new notch in his age. A #foreveralone thing? Hopefully he will find someone that shares his interests, looks like an anime character and has sweet Pokemon sex with him! Happy birthday again Sharky!
Thursday, November 26, 2015
On a rainy Awal Muharram afternoon, KH brought me out for coffee. Our first choice was Peekaboo Cafe at Taman Esplanad but believe it or not, they were closed on a public holiday. We had parked our car at the quiet road with the heavy rain bombarding the windscreen. Perfect opportunity for some fooling around in the car. Steamed up the windows. By the time we were ready to go (zipped up our pants and wiped our mouths), the rain had let up a bit. Headed to Owls Cafe. Both of us knew it was a long shot. As expected, there was a waiting list. Lucky for us, there was a new cafe next door called Go Getter Cafe! Sounds quite pitiful, but I think they survive on the run-off from Owls Cafe. Coffee is decent and they serve waffles too. Some interesting interior decoration also. Hopefully they will have their own following soon.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Woke up bright and early on Sunday morning to send mum to the Taman Desa Resident's Association (TDRA) Run. She was helping out at the charity carnival in front of Faber Towers. I was darn sleepy but excited because KH and I had arranged a skank session while his parents were out at their taichi session. Buzzed him at 7:30 AM and he brought me up to his condo. We wasted no time getting our clothes off and locking lips. As usual, we started with his favorite missionary position but we somehow progressed to something that we had never tried before-- The Crab. In that position, the bottom is in control and would do all the work (KH always complains that I don't do any work). Best thing is, it hits the spot. That was a great experience. Showered together and headed for breakfast at Kedai Makanan dan Minimum Yong Hua. Had dry curry noodles and pan mee from the Si Botak stall. Went home to rest after that. Fixed up some leftover spicy tuna penne for lunch. By the time I picked up mum, the haze was back with a vengeance.
Dinner was at MaisonSK, but it had an Osaka theme that night. QueerRanter-D came with Champagne grapes, crispy pears, Tokyo Banana, Omoshiroi Koibito, Fugetsu-Do Gaufre, Rokkosan Baum and some assorted Morinaga biscuits. Ate a lot that night. Hardly had any tummy space left for the white fungus dessert that Apollo's mum made and even Apollo declined alcohol that night (which is quite shocking, trust me). That night was the first night in a long time that SK's granny didn't join us. She was recuperating at her son's place in Damansara as SK would be flying off to Myanmar the next morning.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Every year, Janvier throws a surprise birthday party for his hubby, The Chief. The only surprise would be if he did not throw a party, haha. Anyway, to celebrate The Chief's big 4-0, he organized (orginized as Bunny's stepfather prefers it) a private function at Marmalade, Publika. SK, Brian and I went there a little earlier to jalan-jalan while KH came later cause he was tired from the Spartan Run (but he was not tired from oogling all the shirtless hunks who participated). The blue-themed party was huge with three main groups-- BFF, choir and TTDI-ans. As usual, all three groups hardly mingled and gravitated towards each other. The BFF were the earliest, so we conquered the tables nearest to the food.
I always liked Janvier's parties because it usually brings out the faces that I don't see on a regular basis like DanielH, Khatijah and Savante. We were lucky enough to catch the preppy doctor and his grumpy hubby, Legolas in KL because they had just flew in from Paris. Although it wasn't my party I was happy to get presents from Khatijah and Jay. The BFF have the becomings of a middle-aged group already with only Joe the Baker the only member who has not breached the psychological age barrier of 30. DanielH practically closed his ears when we started talking about high cholesterol, fatty liver and other health issues. Gone were the days vodkas and late nights. Welcome lychee coolers and early bedtimes. Everyone took turns taking pictures with the birthday uncle. The backdrop had balloons that represented his age. When it was Brian's turn, I told him to grab the "0". :P. The three disparate groups came together when it was time to sing the birthday song. Joe the Baker provided a batch of Mashimaro cupcakes with choco-chili frosting. The kids must have loved the frosting. Anyway, I was more shocked by the fact that The Chief is a fan of Mashimaro. Instead of a candle, a sparkler was used and Janvier had to use the panorama mode to get everyone in the picture. The party ended at 9:30 PM, befitting our age group. Haha. Two weeks after the party, all of us received a thank you card in the mail with a mini photo from the party. A great way to remember the event!
Friday, November 20, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
KH gave me choice of two restaurants to celebrate my birthday. It was simple choice really, Italian or magic. Magic? That's different. Something different, might as well give it a try. The venue was called J & P Magic House Bar & Restaurant at Jalan Berangan. I made my way there from Jalan Ampang after working hours but the traffic was horrible. The GoKL bus was stranded in the jam, so I alighted and walked over from Shangri-la Hotel. Just fifteen minutes late. The hubby was nice enough to wait outside the restaurant for me. We were the first couple to arrive. Started off with wine which was quite good. The first course was mixed green salad with bresaola beef, feta cheese, and honey mustard dressing. Soup was next. Tasted like a cioppino, but the seafood wasn't very fresh. Then it was fusilli carbonara which we left largely untouched. Too creamy for me. Halfway through dinner, magicians weaved about the tables doing card tricks. Our personal magician for the night was Alex, a rotund gentleman who loved to pull wet poker cards out of his mouth. Haha. Showed us some great card tricks where he always knew which card we chose, would appear at the most unexpected places and even transformed a card in front of us in a shimmering display.
The main dishes were baked spring chicken and Barramundi in cream thyme sauce. The chicken was unimpressive, the fish a little better. Before dessert was served, Alex came to our table again with the offer of more magic. The card tricked spanned several tables with the help of other magicians. Three of us were asked to choose a card and hold it beneath our palms. A countdown was started and in the end, we were asked to look at our cards. My card had turned into a blank card with a birthday wish! Lights flashed and music played (an annoying song with repetitive "I love you"s) and our desserts was brought out from behind the stage. That was a surprise. Two birthdays and one anniversary that night. I liked the dessert, a mini pavlova with lemon-cream. When that was over, the tables were pushed to the side and the main magic show started.
The emcee for the night was Alex. As expected, he pulled cards out of his mouth again, and on top of that some lame jokes. The show opener was Kazu of the Takahashi Twins. Lotsa rope and scarf tricks. Not really my cup of tea. Alex was next with more card tricks. He invited some poor guy up the stage to be his assistant. Made him do a lot of silly stuff on stage. But I'll summarize-- he chose a card, the cut a lemon, the card was in the lemon. Wicked. The next magician was also local, his name was Adrian. Started off with a bowling ball trick that was pretty surprising. Followed up with an annoying light trick that seemed more performance art than magic. Later on he invited a lady on stage to help him with a levitating table. Alex did another trick that involved a goldfish and a MYR100 bill. The highlight of the night was the Takahashi Twins who did a position switching trick. That was it. KH and I ordered our last drinks (sake!) and made our way home. Thanks for the great night dear!
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Recently we discovered that our colleague was chasing after a girl. I shall refer to him Stump because that's the feeling I always get when I talk with him. A very socially-awkward fellow. His relationship seems to be a complicated affair because after so many months he couldn't confirm the status. Here's an excerpt of a conversation he had with another colleague I shall call PointBlank, a mother of two:
PointBlank: You went on a Singapore with her?
Stump: Uhmm.... Yes.
PointBlank: You paid for everything?
Stump: Uhmmm.... Hotel, flight tickets, Universal Studio tickets....
PointBlank: Nearly everything la.
Stump: Uhmmm... Yes.
PoitBlank: Did you hold her hand?
Stump: Uhmmmm... Yes. Only in Singapore.
PointBlank: Har? She won't allow you to hold her hand in KL?
Stump: Uhmmm... Yeah. She says I'm not smart enough to be introduced to her friends. Perhaps later when I'm smarter and make more money than her.
PointBlank: WTF?! She's playing you for a bloody fool!
Truth be told, she is playing him for the fool. But if he wasn't a fool, I wouldn't call him Stump. Love is blind I guess, and some people are blinder.