Friday, September 28, 2007


Minimalist Embrace
Swiped from qwurky.
Dear KH is arriving today. It's been a long month without being in the presence of my significant other. I can't contain myself. To see, to hear, to taste again.

Hehe. As Bill put it so eloquently, I'm gonna be sticky rice this weekend!

Thursday, September 27, 2007


Swiped from williamnyk.
A couple of years back, The Star showcased the Shanghai Dance Troupe and one of the signature pieces was The Zebra Dance. It's kinda a ballet piece about a pair of young zebras in love. Two years later, I got the chance to catch and excerpt of it for free at E. Excel's 20th Anniversary Celebration and Convention at Stadium Putra, Bukit Jalil. Last year's performance was more oustanding in my opinion, but let's not compare apples with oranges. If you know me well, you know that this post is not about expounding the finer points of dance and choreography, but towards something more skanky. Hehe. Trust me to pollute art.

Let's get back to the Zebras-- One guy, one girl. One black, one white. Both wearing skin-tight leotards. They guy's costume was quite scandalous. Mesh running down both sides, so you can imagine that he doesn't have much choice in terms of underwear. Since I arrived late, the seat I got was right at the side of the stage. Obviously not a very good view, but I was pretty close to the projection screen, so it was OK. Everything was quite normal until the hunky male dancer started rolling on the floor. When he stopped on his back, his side profile was plastered over the silver screen. And gods! It was an impressive bulge! Gasp! I caught it on video too (a budding movie pirate), but it wasn't a very good shoot due to the insufficient lighting and the fact that I was shooting the projection screen. As Chester put it, I'm so bad to gap the guy. But hey, can't help myself if it's projected over the big screen. :P. "Forced" to gap!

Hehe. Well, that aside, the other performances were impressive too, but not in the same kind of way. The choreography was interesting and the dances energetic. The costumes were excellent, especially those in the period pieces. In addition to dance, there were also two singers. One Theresa Teng impersonator (95% match in terms of voice!) and another guy with a super loud voice. Another noteworthy piece was the "Ballet On Top". Basically, two dancers performing ballet on one guy. Impressive. Pirouettes on the guy's shoulder. Definitely painful.

Can't wait for 2008's convention.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Bill, Revisited

In the course of our lives, we meet many people. Friends, acquaintances. People you just meet everyday. And it makes sense to be civil with each other. To find common ground. To build up a camaraderie. However, I have always felt that some connections we make last longer than others. Some are merely exist due to circumstances, encounters due to work commitments, study commitments. We seem to enjoy each others' company. Have fun. Talk cock. And that's just about it. We merely skirt the surface. We never talk of personal issues. Feelings. We keep that fenced off. Private. It's like we put on a mask. It never goes deeper. And so, we never REALLY know each other. It's a two way thing I guess. Sometimes we are afraid to ask. To show genuine concern. To care. And most of the times, we are afraid to tell, to appear vulnerable. Admittedly, it is difficult to open up, to find the right people to bare our soul. Trust is a difficult thing to build. And I guess, it is the core in any relationship.

Phew. What a long-winded introduction. Now to the point. After a couple of meet ups Bill, I have found him to be a person who has the interest and the drive to delve deeper into a person. To really get to know you. He's not satisfied with skin-deep, but if possible, he'd like to have a feel of the entrails, so to speak. I wouldn't call it prying, but merely a sincere intention to understand another human being. Open lines of communications. Nothing muddled. All clear. Feelings made known. He reminds me very much of KH, the person I love.
And I guess, with just a little effort, we can afford to make each of our relationships bloom into something that we would treasure for a long time.

Here's to you, Bill.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Excellent Choice

Swiped from TW Collins.
There are money love-hate stories about MLMs out there and I'm pretty sure among my readers here, some practically swear by the products of certain companies and some just have an aneurism when direct-selling is mentioned. From dodgy claims to over-aggressive marketing, it is not surprising that many would avoid MLM companies and their brain-washed, zombie distributors like the plague (I have heard of friendships going awry). To be fair, I would say that sometimes, there are genuine products out there, just that ignorant distributors sometimes get a little over-zealous when trying to convince the consumer. This scenario is especially true in cases where health products are concerned. And unfortunately, as with all MLM marketing models, the price of products must be jacked up to support the "wealth generation" structure of the organization. The pyramid. Heh. Sometimes, I wonder why the supposedly miraculous products aren't sold on the open market for the benefit of all.

In my family's long history, we have only been involved with 2 direct-selling companies:
  1. Amway
  2. E. Excel

My parents used to be distributors for Amway, and I remember using some of the products as kid. Dishwashing liquid. Mosquito repellant. Stainless Steel Pots (still in use!). Car wax (surprisingly good). But we kinda grew out of it. But last year, I did get reaquainted with Amway. While I was window shopping in KLCC, some smart-ass by the name Joe stopped me, pretending to be someone I had met some time back. Being the gullible, nice guy that I was, I believed him (I am very bad with faces, and he was soooo convincing). So, I got suckered into listening to his stupid presentation about financial freedom through the wonders of e-commerce. At the end of it, I found it to be Shit. Anyway, I still keep his number, so that I can
reject the call in case he calls me out of the blue. And coincidently, an ex-colleague of mine fell for his trick too. Small world.

E. Excel is fairly new to my family. Just some years back, we were introduced to its concept of Nutritional Immunology. The founder's concept is that the body's own immune system is our secret to longevity and to tap into that super power, we must maintain and stimulate it via good nutrition. I've been taking some of their products for some time now and I do see an improvement if I take them regularly. But then, prices are steep and sometimes, we just don't eat right. But it does seem promising.

Before I end this post, let me share a little something an ex-colleague of mine told me during his visit to a Lamp Berger training session:

"It was enclosed room. They had two oil burners in there. The smell was overwhelming. I fainted. And by the time I came to, I saw many faces surrounding me. They announced that I was OK. The reason for my losing consciousness: The essential oil fumes were 'recalibrating' my body's health."

I guess sometimes, that's MLM for ya.

PS: Gosh, I was supposed to talk about E. Excel's 20th Anniversary do, and it turned out to be this. Next post. I promise It's skanky!

Saturday, September 22, 2007


Star on stage
Swiped from Rune T.
Truth be told, I owe IkanB this meme. Then David had to tag me again. Oh well. seems simple enough. Like A, B, C. As easy as 1, 2, 3.... 4, 5. Yeah. That easy.

5 Things in My Bag
  1. Laptop
  2. Water bottle
  3. Software Installers
  4. Misc. access cards
  5. Umbrella

5 Things in My Wallet
  1. $$$ (goes without saying)
  2. Credit cards
  3. Identity cards
  4. Business cards
  5. List of bank account numbers

5 Things I Like Most in My Room
  1. My collection of souvenirs from around the globe
  2. My underwear drawer
  3. My porn collection
  4. My book collection
  5. My study table (Where I, ahem, do most of my work)

5 Things I'd Like To Try
  1. Eating fried insects
  2. Riding a bike
  3. "Switching" with KH (tee-hee)
  4. Rock-climbing
  5. Driving a car with automatic transmission

5 Things I'm Doing Now
  1. Waiting for KH to call
  2. Breathing
  3. Scratching my head
  4. Scratching myself
  5. Scratching this meme off my To Do list


Friday, September 21, 2007


Fish Lips
Swiped from boopsie.daisy.
KH has this tag, moniker-- The GodFather. Our friends call KH that because KH seems to know many people. We all get linked through KH. Like a social middle man of sorts. Sounds like a mama-san hor? But not that la. Anyway, Bill is a friend that I recently came to know through KH as well (come to think of it, KH's the one that introduced me into the circle, so I guess most of my friends are KH's friends in the first place, but I've grown my own network these days, :P). Seems that they visited each others' blogs. E-mailing each other back and forth, between Singapore and Washington DC. So, since KH started mentioning me on his blog, Bill also started to want to know me better. Hence, we started an electronic correspondence too.

As luck would have it, Bill managed to squeeze in a trip to KL to meet the faces behind the blogs. It was a great coincidence that Jan orginized a karaoke session on the day of Bill's arrival (congratulations, man! David will now surrender his official duties to you. You have passed the test!). So after work (stupid work! stupid work!), I met Bill at the hotel to settle some reservation stuff and brought him over to meet the rest of the gang at BTS. We had a boisterous dinner cum farewell for Harv who's leaving for the UK to study (not seem him in 9.5 months and he seems to have blossomed nicely!). After a questionable (hygiene-wise) game of "Suck and Blow" with an Adrien's ABSEC card (I'm sure there are more lurid details elsewhere and perhaps a pic or two), we retreated from Cafe 69 (nothing to shout about) to Bill's hotel room for some boozing and a surprisingly intellectual discourse (not intercourse!) on religion, politics and social science.

After much cam-whoring, drinking, rough-housing, laughing and a couple of "angel flyovers" (we had Michael and Gabriel, I think), SK and I left the party and headed home. Catching the last train home, we were both really pooped. Me from work and she from the chiropractic treatment. It's always nice meeting new people. So, nice to meet ya Bill and Azzuro. And sorry to have missed Chester.

Thursday, September 20, 2007


Swiped from williamnyk.
As usual, out of the blue, DanielH messaged me that he would be in the vicinity and asked me whether I was free for tea. I obliged. He always catches me on my good days. He told that he wanted to get his hair cut before his Berlin trip the day after and that he'd be doing it a salon somewhere near OKR.

Errr, I don't know the name of the place la. If you take the $1.60 highway, the one that can go Bangsar or KLCC, you can reach there direct!

Huh?! Anyway, he gave me very detailed instructions after he actually reached the salon, so I was happy. :P. The place is called Blanc. And it was their official opening day. Flowers. Horribly catered food. Fab-looking guests. A Marge Simpson look alike. Relatives. Red parasol. Heavy rain and a lion dance quartet. I chatted with him for 2 hours, but he still didn't get his hair cut. I couldn't wait anymore as I had to swim, so I bid him adieu.

And yeah, he finally gave me my souvenir from his HK trip-- he showed me his smooching pics. Haha. Looked more like getting the soul sucked outta ya! Hehe. Luckily he forgot about me having to treat him to a free movie and dinner! Hehe. Opps. And sorry I called "Hung Hung" the silk Salvatore Ferragamo bear, "This f*cking bear costs $180!?!". :P.

Have a nice trip, Daniel!

PS: Dear, remember to get the "Men In White" DVD... thanks..

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Fruit Protein

I've not been doing a lot food posts lately. No mood? Moved on? I'm sure ThompsonB is happy about it. I'm sure my brother is happy about it. But that aside, I'm doing a semi-food post today. It depends on your definition of food. It hs a gross factor of 6.5, I think. So, if you haven't had your dinner, better skip this one.

After a long day at work, I come home and read the papers. My mum offers me a juicy hemisphere of purple dragon fruit. It was so inviting. The colour vivid. So big and round (not talking boobs here people!) Sweet and juicy! I dug and dug at the juicy flesh. When I was nearly done, I noticed something odd near the skin. The pulp should be purple, so what is that white streak I see near the skin? Hmmmmm. Upon taking a closer look:

"GAWD! It squirmed!"

They were fruit worms. Fat and white. Nothing like your sago grubs, but disgusting enough. With further inspection, I found another 2 worms. One was even mutilated. By my spoon I guess. Yuck!!! Well, I didn't hurl or anything. But still... No pictures, coz my mum quickly got rid of the "evidence". Talk about protein.

Miss being a Flogger....

Monday, September 17, 2007


Conversation I with Lex (Lanky Lex not Lex Luthor) of the JayLex Foundation:

Lex: hahhaha. u r becoming very naughty.

Moi: why le?

Lex: dunno le. u r different that the william i know. hahahha.

Moi: har.

Lex: u have changed....

Moi: serious?

Lex: where's the william i know?????

Conversation II with Queer Ranter:

QueerR: What's wrong with you ar?

Moi: Huh?

QueerR: You're like super skanky these days!

Moi: Yameh?

QueerR: Everyting from your mouth is sex, sex, sex.

Moi: Bisasalah.

(For those of you who know QueerR, to have him call me a skank has quite serious implications)

It's weird. In just a span of 1 week, 2 friends have told me that I've changed for the worse. That I've slipped over to the dark side of Skankdom. They view me as sex-deprived and having a perpetually yellow-tinted mindset. A far cry from the person they knew from 2007/01/01. The quiet William. The book-ish William. The decent William. Well, let me just say that I don't think that I have changed. My appetite for all things sleazy has been there since the start. And if I unknowingly misled some people, I am truly sorry. It is the real me. I am not a pretender. Perhaps it's just that my "charisma" is finally showing through or the acceptable levels of skankiness has been revised and nobody sent me the circular. Do remember me for my easy smile and boisterous laugh-- the same old me, but with a tinge of skank bubbling beneath the surface. You've been warned!

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Uncle HeMan II

Swiped from williamnyk.
Skeletor isn't back to plunge the universe back into chaos. Don't worry. Once again, I've started bumping back into Uncle HeMan. He still digs into his classics the moment he sets foot into the train car. I nearly didn't recognize him as he seems to have to dumped his hairstylist. Things are neater now, less Brady Bunch. So kids, this weeks book for The HeMan Book Club is William Faulkner's Sartone. Do me a 500 page report, then condense the bloody thing into a 20 word comment. Thanks. =)

Wednesday, September 12, 2007


Swiped from williamnyk.
Yes folks, the MIFC -- Malaysia International Fireworks Competiton, not the F*cking Convention. Was not keen to see the thing. Didn't bother to drive all the way out to Putrajaya, park dangerously by the roadside to catch the show for free. However, through a twist of fate, I was given a free ticket, as Cho couldn't make it. So, I joined SK, Kiam, HP and her little sister (the girl calls me Uncle too! Bitch!). Having heard of the notorious jams during the preliminaries, we arrived early to get a better spot. Well, our kiasu-ness paid off as we managed to double park by the roadside (trudged up the hill to PICC) and wait in the rain for two hours before enjoying a 30 minute display of money burning in the sky. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. :P.

In order to peddle their MYR3 bottled water and MYR6 Nasi Lemak, the organisers disallowed food and water to be brought into the convention center. The checkes were lax, so we still managed to smuggle in some contraband water and finger sandwiches. Hehe. The venue was quite a letdown. Even though you pay, you only get "free standing". And since all the space under the roof had been taken, we had to move to the open air area. We opened our umbrellas, ate and counted down the minutes. We were entertained by some sporadic clown acts, fashion shows and a deejay. Two groups of people. Photographers aplenty. All with their fancy cameras and tripods. Jostling for a better spot. Couples abound too. All hugging each other tightly in the dark and cold. If only KH was there... :P.

Though it was drizzling the whole night, the show started on time and ended on time. The Malaysian, Australian, Japanese, Italian and Canadian showcased the most salient parts of their performance in a condensed 30 minutes (quite a lot for fireworks standards, but I guess we can never get enough of it. A middle-eastern asked me at the end of it, "Finished already?!"). As expected, lotsa ohhh-ahhhhhhh-ing. The Malaysians were conventional. The Australians were different. The Japanese were showy. The Italians were impressive. And the Canadians were OK. Australia won. They had very unconventional fireworks. Mostly hugging the horizon and they had one that hung in the air for quite some time before dropping off. Never seen anything like it. Subtle. Japan was quite incoherent with to many musical genres. But it was nice as they had the most packed show. Italy has some nice night flowers that burst out in multiple colours and dimensions, giving a a very 3D, supernova-like effect. Anyway, Australia won.

Before leaving, we cam-whored a while. Partly to capture the night view and partly to let the crowd disperse. Luckily, the jam wasn't too bad at the direction we were headed. As we left, we found that the people standing in front of the PICC got a good view of the finale and could even listen to the muscial accompaniment without forking out a single cent.... oh well, can't complain-- my ticket was gratis anyway.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Book of Answers

Hi all. Sorry to say that nobody got all the right answers.

Clockwise from top left

Pic 1: Hero, Queer As Folk, A Scanner Darkly, Amelie

Pic 2: Angels in America, The Animatrix, Akira, Transamerica

Pic 3: The Black Adder, Snatch, Zatoichi, Blow

My free time is officially over. I'm seriously overworked.....

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Movie Madness

Swiped from williamnyk.
After divulging the contents of my music playlist, it is only fair that I extend it to movies and series as well. I shall be the initiator. If it catches on, Hurray! If not, your employer will thank me for not affecting productivity levels at the workplace.


I know it's a bit troublesome needing to scan the pictures, edit and then upload 'em, but do play along if you have the time. Heck, you can even be a little creative and cover the movie titles with some paper and then take a pic with your camera phone. And as usual, no prize for getting all the right answers, but I might just reward somebody with a little something ...

Friday, September 07, 2007


Swiped from williamnyk.
Merdeka. Public holiday. What to do? Go to work?! Screw that! Go to the mall? Spare me the jams! Head to Floria Putraja 2007. A hassle-free outing with your friends and family. Left for the flower exhibition at 9 in the morning that day while other Malaysians were either still snoozing or the rest "glued" to the TV set watching the marching bands, fly by's and other equally-lame (Floria is just a different type of lame. :P) activities going on at Dataran Merdeka. Putrajaya's a ghost town as usual. When we reached Precint 2, we only saw a couple of Floria 2007 buntings. We didn't know where to go. Had to stop by the roadside to ask for directions from the security staff. So pathetic. No decent signage. Anyway, let me just get this over with. Hot day. Half dead flowers. Floral arrangement exhibition. Floral landscape showcase. Floral interior decoration showcase. Floral fashion expo. Flower bazaar. There were some interesting pieces, but I found some half-hearted and the wilting flowers didn't help. At the end of it all, we walked up the Obelisk (our very own hard-on, like the Washington Monument) at the lake side. It's an obeservation deck of sorts, with glass panels detailing Tahun Ini Dalam Sejarah. Nothing noteworthy happened in 1980 it seems. Crud. Went home by 1:00pm after stopping for lunch at Serdang. The rest of the day was a blur of meeting friends and colleagues around town. A fantastic way to while away the time...

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Bladis Liberamus (Thanks, Lex)

Part Four
Swiped from McNeney.
(Backtrack 27th August -- yeah, ancient history again!)

I went swimming again last Sunday with SK, but with a little twist, a newcomer. The kid's name is Ah Zon, someone I came to know through a twist of fate on Friendster. The story goes like this-- QueerR talked about Ze Nephew. Says he shakes hands like Squidwer. I was curious. Asked to see his Friendster profile. Viewed the kid. Viewed his friends. One viewed me back AND added me as a friend. Asked the kid about it. Said it was a mistake. Thought I was some other William (not the bloody first time). Fine. Mistaken Identity's friend views my profile. I view back. He added
me as a friend. Messaged the kid asking whether it's ANOTHER case of mistaken identity. Said he genuinely wanted to be
friends. :). The kid's name's Ah Zon.

A fun guy. Friendly. He can magically add 3 years to his looks by putting on spectacles. Kinda like Clark Kent. Calls me Uncle. Grrrrr. Kids these days. Anyway, after last Sunday's swim, I wasn't feeling sore like usual. I just felt tired. Maybe coz I was sleep deprived on Friday and Saturday (extra-curricular activities always manage to drain me. :P). But little did I know what waited for me that night when I tried to sleep. My shoulders suddenly acted up. Feeling all achy and sore till the core. My arms felt like they did not belong to me. Fitfull sleep that night. I screamed in frustration. Finally opened up a bottle of trusty Minyak Kayu Putih at 2AM and rubbed the oil in. Dozed off God knows what time. Woke up feeling like shit...

Yes, call me Uncle.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

One for the Road

Dell'amore #3
Swiped from Roby1kenobi.
(Backtrack 20th August -- yeah, ancient history)

On Monday, my mood was kinda out as I knew that KH would be going back to Singapore the next day. It's so weird to actually feel the longing even before the person has left. Unlike Friday, I worked that day and after work, SK was nice enough to borrow me her car so that I could go meet KH for a proper goodbye. After picking KH up, KH accompanied to Kuchai Lama for a supposedly famous wanton noodle stall by the name of Cho-Cho. However, I find that it's just average at best. As it was starting to rain again, we drove over to OUG for a decent place to talk. Parking at Central Hypermarket, we walked over to Pearl Point with my umbrella in hand. Our hands found each other and we braved the rain together. Apt weather for the occassion, come to think of it. At first, I was rather moody and quiet. KH sensed it and kept on asking me about it over coffee at Starbucks. KH was amused when I said I was sad. Looking into my eyes, KH reassured me and lightened my heart a little. I knew we would meet again soon, so I guess I was just being mushy about it.

With whatever little privacy we could find in the place, we had our stolen kisses. Our goodbyes. Our secret. A rush.

Dear, your cheeks are flushed!

It so reminded me of when we first started. Grudgingly, I sent KH home, but we were reluctant to part. Spending a little more time in each others' arms, KH finally stepped out of the car. I drove off with a heavy heart but I know that the heaviness comes from love. Until next time...

Monday, September 03, 2007


Milk Drops
Swiped from jurvetson.
(Backtrack to 3 weeks ago)

I've always been proud of the fact that I have semi-flawless skin. My adolescent years had been virtually acne-free, so I did not have to put up with inflamed and blotchy skin and scarring (gasp!). Howoever, it seems that my skin has decided to take a detour back to the age of dermal carnage. I don't know if it's stress or lack of sleep or increased coffee intake, but my poor skin has taken a turn for the worse. A liking for acne, especially on my T-zone. Can't really blame the hairstyle, as for the past two years it had always been covering my forehead. Hmmm. During my last visit to my beautician:

Janet: Ei. I already have the flu. Now you come with so many pimples for me to press. You wanna kill me faster is it?!

Anyway, she did the dirty work. Making her wantan's as she went along. It was a scream-worthy experience for me too. I felt like I had a whole batch of Alien eggs on my forehead. Just wish Ripley would hurry up with the grenade launcher and the flamethrower. SK was nice enough to loan me some heavy duty products in her anti-acne arsenal and I do hope that the "uprising" going on on my face will "subside" soon. **fingers crossed**

(Fast-forward last Saturday)

My forehead is now slightly better, but Janet is getting a bit worried. If my oild production still goes into overdrive, she has suggested that I apply SP4. Not Service Pack 4, but Sergio Praire 4. Some kind of extra strong (and extra expensive) anti-sebum gel. Hope I don't have to resolve to that!!!