tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261424392024-03-18T17:48:59.094+08:00will i am's delayed diaryFood ahead. Sometimes cuties. Other times underwear.Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.comBlogger2850125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-62079213123347108502024-03-12T09:08:00.005+08:002024-03-12T09:09:07.435+08:00Vincent<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53582538829/in/dateposted/" title="Van Gogh Alive"><img alt="Van Gogh Alive" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53582538829_55dbd99470_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Some months back, we bought some early bird tickets to <b>Van Gogh Alive</b> at Pavilion Bukit Jalil. After Chap Goh Meh, we just tried our luck to walk-in, and luckily we managed to get in. The exhibition is basically a multimedia art installation of the life and works of Vincent Van Gogh. Through the use of high tech projectors, we were able to see how his art evolved over the years together with his mental state. There were also some physical exhibitions, like a mock up of his "Bedroom in Arles", and also a field of sunflowers which he was so fascinated with. Although it happened more than a year ago, but I still remember that I showed my black face to KH for being a lacklustre Instagram hubby. Hmmph! </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-18683338278470462212024-03-01T23:36:00.000+08:002024-03-01T23:36:07.705+08:00Supplies from SimonLover<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53561453473/in/dateposted/" title="Disco Jockstrap"><img alt="Disco Jockstrap" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53561453473_976bd19012_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Fellow underwear hoarder, and partner-in-crime, SimonLover assisted me in adding more stuff to my burgeoning collection. The glittering jockstrap was actually gifted to me. Perhaps he is impressing on me that I should start a gogo boy side gig. Whatever the case, I love how it looks in the light. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53561583784/in/photostream/" title="Sheer Bikini"><img alt="Sheer Bikini" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53561583784_29b071ecb0_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>I <i>tumpang</i>-ed his order from GX3 to get this pair of sheer black bikini swimwear. His Royal Skankiness got a pair in white. Although its sheer when wet, the dark colour makes it more 'family-friendly'? Wonder if I'll ever use it in a public pool. </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-54293283869169956242024-02-20T22:48:00.003+08:002024-02-20T22:49:52.217+08:00Malaysia's Ass: Instagram Husband<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53539645793/in/dateposted/" title="Instagram Husband"><img alt="Instagram Husband" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53539645793_10dc4b0887_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Book Xcess at REXKL provides a fantastic backdrop for photos. The converted cinema hall was filled to the brim with bookshelves. The many steps make for great details, but not quite friendly for the elderly and infirm. However, I welcome the able-bodied to go crazy in there, like this <b>Instagram Husband</b> that I spotted. Those two globes of his really caught my eyes from far away. Those calves of his aren't too bad as well. Would love to see him in some Nike leggings and a tank top. <i>Pasti sedap!</i> Can also imagine him doing some HeartPatrick-style nude shots in the quiet corners of the bookstore. Bet his perky ass would look great against all those books. Oh, the possibilities! </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-47092787680266767842024-02-18T22:24:00.005+08:002024-02-18T22:24:55.056+08:00Wilayah Walkabout<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53536835878/in/dateposted/" title="Tian Jing Hotel"><img alt="Tian Jing Hotel" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53536835878_a289dac482_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>February 1st is Federal Territory Day, a holiday which commemorates the transfer of Kuala Lumpur to the control of the Federal Government. Prior to 1974, Kuala Lumpur was under the governance of the Selangor State Government. KH and I took the opportunity to <i>paktor</i> at Petaling Street, the historic heart of Kuala Lumpur. Had no idea about lunch options, so we were lucky that the lady boss from <b>Wu Li Tou Drunken Clam Noodles</b> was very persuasive. The stir-fried noodles were quite flavourful with decent <i>wok qi</i>. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53536835853/in/photostream/" title="Book Maze"><img alt="Book Maze" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53536835853_ef52a3a1da_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>The restaurant was at Jalan Sultan, just a stone's throw away from REXKL, the old Rex Theatre. The theatre was rejuvenated into community and arts hub, and also houses a very Instagram-able BookXcess. The place has the feel of a bookstore maze. There's a food court on the ground floor, with some hipster cafes as well. Further down the road, we found a <i>tong sui</i> shop with some great options called <b>Zhaoji Desserts</b>. The ginger milk pudding comes with a mini hourglass to time how long it takes to congeal! </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53536835818/in/photostream/" title="Mango Pomelo"><img alt="Mango Pomelo" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53536835818_8a900646a2_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>One <i>tong sui</i> stop is not enough to appease my hubby. We made a subsequent cafe stop at <b>Vintage 1988</b> to try their coffee and <i>onde-onde</i> cake. Did not regret making that additional pit stop. Before leaving Petaling Street, we made a quite visit to Kwai Chai Hong, and then bought an expensive almond croissant from <b>flaaah</b>, and some egg tarts from <b>Bun Choon</b>. Really did a lot of walking around that day. But still, the physical exertion of that downtown walking date could hardly offset the calories that we ingested! </p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53537071605/in/photostream/" title="Onde-Onde Cake"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53537071605_5c55485065_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="Onde-Onde Cake" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-77922044468766591352024-02-16T10:32:00.003+08:002024-02-16T10:32:52.347+08:00CNY Cuties: Dua Space Dancers<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53532280200/in/dateposted/" title="Contemporary CNY Dance 2023"><img alt="Contemporary CNY Dance 2023" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53532280200_eb288ae81a_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>For several years now, I have been lucky enough to catch <a href="https://www.duaspace.com.my/?lang=en" target="_blank">Dua Space</a>'s contemporary dance performance's at The Gardens Mall. Not only are they talented, but cute as well. <a href="https://www.duaspace.com.my/kennyleow?lang=en">Kenny Leow</a> is lithe and graceful, which makes him shine. </p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53531848481/in/photostream/" title="Contemporary CNY Dance 2023"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/31337/53531848481_df7facc4ee_z.jpg" width="360" height="640" alt="Contemporary CNY Dance 2023" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><p>Another regular dancer is <a href="https://www.duaspace.com.my/cheekarhung?lang=en" target="_blank">Chee Kar Hung</a>, who is young and boyish. Gotta love his arms. Defintely brings much CNY cheer! </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-62844449541200617492024-02-13T22:40:00.001+08:002024-02-13T22:40:38.778+08:00XVI<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53526769546/in/dateposted/" title="Anniversary Lunch"><img alt="Anniversary Lunch" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53526769546_7b22cb9a99_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Sixteen years together is no easy feat. Although KH and I had already spent so many years together, we can still say silly things to each other. Poke fun at each other about subjects that have origins from when we started dating. Our inside jokes. Does it mean that we have not progressed? I would like to think that we still maintain the same innocent love that we have for each other. To mark the occasion, we had a wonderful lunch at <b>Entier French Dining</b> located in Alila Bangsar. We had a table with a view, and the natural light really makes the food porn photos pop. A memorable dining experience complete with anniversary cake compliments of the restaurant. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53525866912/in/photostream/" title="Bacon Fries"><img alt="Bacon Fries" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53525866912_0101258da9_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Mei and MiniMei were in town, so we took the opportunity to catch up with them at <b>Chye Seng Foo Coffee</b> in Cheras. Perhaps MiniMei was exhausted from all the social events that her momma dragged her too, so she was a bit sulky. Nothing a little bacon fries couldn't solve. With Mei, she updated us on her situationship and life back in Johor. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53526945618/in/photostream/" title="City View"><img alt="City View" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53526945618_0fcdb76c31_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Another VIP was visiting KL, so we made a stop at Grand Hyatt. This time it was SimonLover's HornyBF. Quite an impressive hotel with a great view overlooking KL. Got the lowdown about his career movement to North America, and shared some interesting stories about SimonLover's interactions with his momma. Good to meet this power couple during our of celebration as they had been 'married' longer than us.</p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53527081294/in/photostream/" title="Pasta"><img alt="Pasta" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53527081294_9b3c99dc8f_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Closed the celebration with an Italian dinner at Wisma Central, the last place I would expect to see an Italian operating a restaurant. Practically had <b>Luciano's</b> all to ourselves. Pizza by the slice with no wine, not exactly romantic, but its the company that counts. Love you lots. </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-53474908682013207022024-01-09T22:19:00.005+08:002024-01-09T22:19:57.342+08:00Hopped Over to Sungai Burung<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53453330913/in/dateposted/" title="Pantai"><img alt="Pantai" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53453330913_24f9798e7b_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>On the second day of Year of the Rabbit, we made a trip to Bagan Sungai Burung to visit my maternal cousins. Did the usual visiting at the fishing village. For the first time ever, my cousin brought us to the nearby beach. The mind-blowing thing was that it was just a stone's throw from the old house. Just a short walk. Guess we never went there because it isn't a particularly beautiful beach. The government fortified it with stones to stop erosion. According to my cousin, its popular for wedding photography among the Malay community. That beach is close to the estuary of the Bernam River, so once in a while there would be tourists waving to us on their boats. Being a fresh spot, we took quite a number of photos. Would have taken more if not for the sweltering sun. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53453330908/in/photostream/" title="Flower Crabs"><img alt="Flower Crabs" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53453330908_89e8d62996_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>With the touristy things out of the way, it was time for a hearty home style seafood hotpot. Anticipating our arrival, my cousin laid crab traps at two in the morning, and brought home loads of flower crabs when the tide came in. Not only crabs, but there were also fresh oysters, pomfrets, and other types of fish. So blessed! The hotpot broth was teeming with seafood umami. Not only were our bellies filled, but also the boot of our car with loads of crabs and mantis prawns. Once we arrive back in KL, mum fried all the crabs to 'lock in' the meat (<i>the whole house smelled like the sea</i>), before freezing them. Plenty of stock to last till Chap Goh Meh! </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-65091373324304505712024-01-05T21:46:00.001+08:002024-01-05T21:46:26.594+08:00Hopping into 2023<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53444135638/in/dateposted/" title="Reunion Dinner"><img alt="Reunion Dinner" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53444135638_107832b433_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>For the first time in many years, SK joined us for Chinese New Year reunion dinner. With the passing of her grandmother, she no longer returned to Kuantan. Since she was in town, we also attended the Chinese New Year mass together. For the first time, I was in charge of all the logistics and arrangements, and boy, was it challenging. Nobody wants to deal with obstinate people on <i>Chor Yat</i>, but can't help it. The stress overflowed, and unfortunately it caused some in-fighting among the team. Lord, grant me patience and wisdom! At the end of the mass, I was sweaty, and drained. Phew....</p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53444410535/in/photostream/" title="Chinese New Year Mass 2023"><img alt="Chinese New Year Mass 2023" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53444410535_7f2a7d03db_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p><br /></p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-88624656867217905612024-01-04T08:42:00.000+08:002024-01-04T08:42:03.767+08:00Restaurant Celebrities: K-Boss<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53439969247/in/dateposted/" title="Cheesy Ribs"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/31337/53439969247_68986c3526_z.jpg" width="360" height="640" alt="Cheesy Ribs" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><p><b>Ticket to Korea</b> is one of my favourite Korean fusion restaurants. The menu is small, but the few things on it will get you hooked. Even if the food (<i>the cheesy ribs are recommended</i>) doesn't attract you, perhaps the K-Boss with the American accent will.</p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;">P.S.: At the time of writing, the outlet at SetiaWalk is temporarily closed :(</span> </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-68435030168558303882023-12-29T18:08:00.000+08:002023-12-29T18:08:00.491+08:00Closing the Gap: 2023 Edition<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53428413598/in/dateposted-public/" title="New Years Eve Mass 2023"><img alt="New Years Eve Mass 2023" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53428413598_2a80fb8c76_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Tried my level best to catch up. Finally I'm blogging about 2023, although its 2024 in just a couple of days. No parties, no raves for New Year's Eve. Typical for me to spend it at church although in recent years, there's no fireworks or fellowship. Just the mandatory mass, and "Year in Review" video. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53428681575/in/dateposted-public/" title="CNY Decorations"><img alt="CNY Decorations" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53428681575_ca8f93fa6f_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>In the first week of 2023, there was already a wake service for a fellow BEC member. The death statistics have been higher than usual. On a happier note, the year started with a gathering at Apollo's house. His mum cooked up a storm again, and we had good bitching session. In terms of the Lunar Chinese New Year, preparations were heating up everywhere. The morning market was flooded with new year goodies, and students peddling calligraphy. Along with it, the signature traffic gridlock. At church, decorations were also in full swing with help from various Mandarin BECs. All sorts of design ideas were thrown around, and combined with a mash of whatever we could find in the store room. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53428262826/in/dateposted-public/" title="Potluck"><img alt="Potluck" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53428262826_b7091bbc24_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Mum and her Taichi buddies were also very excited for the coming celebrations and arranged for a CNY-themed photography session. All the uncles and aunties wore red, and brought photography props to get the mood going. In the end, I printed out a photo book for them. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53428681590/in/dateposted-public/" title="New Year Cakes"><img alt="New Year Cakes" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53428681590_ec6421f104_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>In mid-January, SK and I had dinner with several of our Form 6 classmates. One of them I had not met ever since I left Kuantan 23 years ago, Although petite, she drove a hulking Volvo that ran on both NGV and petrol. Every day, I would catch a ride with her to school. She insisted on bringing her dog, so we had to find a pet-friendly F&B options. Luckily there was a pet cafe nearby called <b>Ngong Dog Dog</b>. She just recently settled down in KL as a paediatrician. The other classmate actually has a crush on her, but I don't he has a snowball's chance in Hell to hook up with her.</p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53427330317/in/dateposted-public/" title="Lion Dance"><img alt="Lion Dance" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53427330317_816d9e5e35_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-33140121070438163912023-12-27T21:41:00.002+08:002023-12-27T21:41:00.125+08:00Christmas 2022<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53422424810/in/dateposted-public/" title="Christmas Mass"><img alt="Christmas Mass" height="432" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53422424810_8f8f3f1cd3_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Christmas 2022 was memorable in the sense that there was a water cut on the 24th. Many a Christian housewife nust have been pissed with SYABAS. Christmas morning mass at church experienced a windfall turnout, no doubt bolstered by the seasonal CEO (<i>Christmas & Easter Only</i>) parishioners. Met up with the Tribe for a <i>meh</i> lunch of quinoa <i>nasi lemak </i><b>La Juiceria Superfoods</b>. Then it was a 40-minute wait at <b>Oomph Bukit Jalil,</b> for a crazy noisy dessert session. Frankly, the lack of noise dampening at the place really annoys me. The kids were much more interested with the opening of the Christmas presents back home. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53421076937/in/dateposted-public/" title="Jackfruit Strudel"><img alt="Jackfruit Strudel" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53421076937_f473e78a09_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Later that night, I pulled on my red jockstrap, and red Tartan pants to attend Terrance and Phillip's Christmas potluck. Lots of food (<i>KH decided to bring pizza much to my chagrin</i>), fun, drinks, and coffee. For some reason, the party is always segregated into the dining table gang, and the living room gang. And among the guests, there will be a midnight gang, and a middle of the night gang. KH and I are definitely the midnight gang. One guest actually brought a +1 and then ignored him the whole night. Poor fella. Turned out to be a pretty nice guy. See whether he sticks around for future parties. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53421997976/in/dateposted-public/" title="Christmas Potluck"><img alt="Christmas Potluck" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53421997976_f79e66029c_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-52422187558331043882023-12-26T19:55:00.000+08:002023-12-26T19:55:20.635+08:00Throwback Tang Yuan<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53420930252/in/dateposted-public/" title="Tang Yuan"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53420930252_a2f061b983_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="Tang Yuan" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script></p><p>Lo and behold, this glamorous bowl of <i>tang yuan</i> from my mum's kitchen marks a 1-year backlog for my blog! </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-89630259935433169632023-11-15T08:57:00.000+08:002023-11-15T08:57:00.145+08:00Too Much Thumb<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53329675734/in/dateposted-public/" title="Dry Needling on Palm"><img alt="Dry Needling on Palm" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53329675734_10022045c0_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>After a year of soreness and discomfort in my <a href="https://williamnyk.blogspot.com/2021/07/rule-of-thumb.html" target="_blank">left thumb</a>, and one useless trip to the orthopaedic specialist, I decided to let my chiropractor look at the problem. Judging by the way the chiropractor tried to diagnose my condition, I don't think that he had the expertise. Still, that didn't stop him for trying dry needling on my palm. He chose 4 points-- 2 at the fleshy base of the thumb, and another 2 above the webbing of the thumb. Dry needling of the hand is very different from what I experienced for my back. It felt like an immense pressure going through my palm, bordering on pain. My left hand felt kind of numb after the treatment. And after I got home, there was some bruising at the area. Felt more sore than usual, but after a few days, the familiar chronic discomfort returned. Guess it didn't help at all. </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-6992770002526751472023-11-13T21:54:00.002+08:002023-11-13T21:54:25.621+08:00Rear End of 2022<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53329254741/in/dateposted-public/" title="Christmas Dinner"><img alt="Christmas Dinner" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53329254741_962d66abc7_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Before 2022 ended, KH insisted that we have a BFF gathering. Managed to round up Janvier, The Chief, Jaded Jeremy, Bunny, SimonLover, and ForIHaveSinned to join. Our dinner location was at <b>Seppia & Polpo</b> at Starling Mall. Having happened nearly a year ago, I really forgot my opinion about the food. And I forgot to leave a Google Maps review. In addition to wrapping up the year, it was an impromptu birthday celebration for ForIHaveSinned. Although he is my senior, his plump and perky ass puts many young boys to shame. Coincidentally, we bumped into TummyFull at the mall, as he was hosting some 'interest group' friends from out of town. The heavy rain outside limited our choices for dessert to the cafe inside Book Excess. Hang in there, I should be blogging about 2023 before 2024 arrives!</p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53329481133/in/dateposted-public/" title="Perky Boys"><img alt="Perky Boys" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53329481133_f4b6a9632d_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-10026077027786751192023-11-12T22:52:00.001+08:002023-11-12T22:52:57.378+08:00Modern Malay Wedding<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53326748811/in/dateposted-public/" title="Wedding Treats"><img alt="Wedding Treats" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53326748811_d01bb95010_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>At the end of 2022. my neighbour's daughter got married, so mum and I received an invitation to their wedding reception. Been a while since I've been to a Malay wedding, and I must say that times have changed. Back when I was a kid, the typical Malay kenduri (<i>banquet</i>) was not done in a buffet fashion. Guests dined in quads, where when four guests sat down together at a long table, food would be served. Following the theme, there would be four dishes with a washing jug in the middle (<i>food tastes better when you eat with your hands!</i>). Typical dishes are <i>ayam masak merah</i>, <i>rendang daging</i>, <i>acar</i>, and <i>papadam</i>. And of course there would be rice, usually <i>nasi minyak</i>. At my neighbour's wedding, some of the traditional dishes were present in the buffet spread, but there were many added bonuses. like an <i>apam balik</i> station, <i>cendol</i> station, curry noodles station, and <i>roti jala.</i> Also the traditional door gift of <i>bunga telur</i> (<i>hard-boiled egg decorated like a flower</i>) which symbolizes fertility had also been replaced with more desirable items like brownies and popcorn. My neighbour saw my Facebook post lamenting about <i>bunga telur</i>, and she personally got me several different versions. LOL! <i>Paiseh</i>.</p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53326748821/in/dateposted-public/" title="Bunga Telur"><img alt="Bunga Telur" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53326748821_cee0148a1f_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-29723552766865108592023-10-29T22:04:00.002+08:002023-10-29T22:04:57.093+08:00New Start<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53294936235/in/dateposted-public/" title="Morning Coffee"><img alt="Morning Coffee" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53294936235_c78658173e_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Started a new job in December 2022, and I'm blogging about it 11 months later. Guess its an indication of how crazy it has been for me at the new place. Collected my brand new Macbook Air on the first day and commenced my honeymoon month of internal training. All the while I was pscyhed up about jumping into the thick of things, but now I understand why my mentor asked me to enjoy my first month. My new role can be condensed into a few key words:</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Amazon Web Services</li><li>Pre-sales</li><li>Migration</li><li>Malaysia region</li></ol><div>Colleagues are generally approachable, and my boss is very down-to-earth, and defiitely not the stingy Chinaman variety. The environment is fun, but things get pretty fast-paced at times. With AWS as our principal, it is both a blessing and a curse. Just have to work within the parameters. Although I am supposed to be pre-sales, I eventually got sucked into project implementation due to lack of manpower and role segregation. Guess I'll talk more about those things in my future posts. </div><p></p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-42926546611882717242023-10-24T10:32:00.003+08:002023-10-24T10:32:54.238+08:00Sore in Surabaya V: CityChill<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53281675215/in/dateposted-public/" title="Breakfast Pastries"><img alt="Breakfast Pastries" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53281675215_3562195a62_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>With not much planned for the day, we had a leisurely breakfast buffet at the hotel, and later did some exploring of the grounds. One could really wear a tuxedo with pin tails, pair it with a top hat and walking stick, and not look out of place at The Majapahit. But then, you could be mistaken for a poltergeist. My favourite spot is the Cafe 1910 with its grand stained glass windows, and antique furnishing. Too bad we didn't have time for the pool. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53281558669/in/dateposted-public/" title="Cafe 1910 Stained Glass"><img alt="Cafe 1910 Stained Glass" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53281558669_a974c5b1fb_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Later in the morning, we took a Grab to <b>Masjid Cheng Hoo</b>, a Chinese-Muslim mosque that looks like a Taoist temple with its red Pagoda-like design. Its namesake is Admiral Cheng Ho, who had traveled to the Malay Archipelago to trade and spread Islam. The mosque is actually pretty small and located behind a basketball court (<i>many Chinese temples in villages also have a basketball court</i>), so we were quite baffled when the Grab driver told us that we had arrived. Finished looking around in less than 30 minutes, and we were off to <b>Raja Tore</b> for a porky lunch.</p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53281558654/in/dateposted-public/" title="Pagoda Mosque"><img alt="Pagoda Mosque" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53281558654_54a9e989f6_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>The restaurant was just a short walk away, but there was some confusion on Google Maps because there were two outlets. Not knowing what to order, we just went for the Nasi Juara which literally translates to Champion's Rice, which has a little bit of everything~ roast pork with crackling skin, smoked pork, curried pork, pork soup, and a salad of cassava leaves and papaya flowers. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53281675210/in/dateposted-public/" title="Nasi Juara"><img alt="Nasi Juara" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53281675210_d15b14c9ae_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Made a stop for local coffee at <b>D'PRAPATAN</b>, an open-air cafe with an ashtray on every table. Really a smokers' paradise. The latte here is sweetened by default. Yikes. Next visit was to the Nu Skin office at Graha Bumi Surabaya (<i>they share a very beautiful garden with a hotel next door</i>) to get my supply of LifePak. Originally, LifePak is packaged as 4 different tablets. Pharmaceutical rules in Malaysia does not allow a single product to have 4 components, so Nu Skin had to mix it all up. For some reason, my tummy does not agree with that mixed up version. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53281206666/in/dateposted-public/" title="Serenity"><img alt="Serenity" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53281206666_8ac9d7eaba_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>In the afternoon, it had started raining quite heavily, so we were holed up in <b>Gelateria </b>at Jalan Tunjungan. The gelato flavours were not very distinct at all, but beggars can't be choosers. For dinner, we went back to Plaza Tunjungan. Randomly chose to sit down at <b>Carnaby Kitchen</b>, a cafe with a fusion menu, and gaudy combination of neon lights, fake flowers, marble floors, and nordic furnishing. Not a vey memorable farewell dinner in Surabaya. All in all, it was a good trip with the hubby. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53281558719/in/dateposted-public/" title="Fusion Cafe"><img alt="Fusion Cafe" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53281558719_bd74bd8c3c_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-17591185413636908842023-09-11T08:07:00.000+08:002023-09-11T08:07:32.260+08:00Sore in Surabaya IV: Incredible Ijen<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53178677126/in/dateposted-public/" title="3M Respirator"><img alt="3M Respirator" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53178677126_31787c9a3e_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>At midnight, Pak Sulaiman drove us out to <b>Paltuding</b>, which is the nearest stop to the Ijen crater. For 2 hours he navigated pitch dark roads, while we dozed in and out of sleep at the backseat. Unlike Bromo, there isn't much decent infrastructure in the vicinity of Ijen, hence tourists have to stay at Bondowoso. Everyone would wait at the many <i>waroeng</i>s near the carpark, sipping thick local coffee. Met up with our local guide who gave us a couple of 3M respirator masks, and headlamps for our impending trek into the sulphur fumes of Ijen. The hike up was 4KM over a tarred road. Our guide knew every bend of the road, and would update us about how easy or difficult the upcoming stretch was. Such intimate knowledge was picked up from his decades of mining sulphur in Ijen. His shoulders are scarred from carrying 70kg baskets of sulphur in and out of the crater daily. If your legs fail you, you cam pay to use modified carts (<i>the locals call it 'medicine for the knees'</i>) that takes 2 persons to operate. One will push, and one will pull. Although KH and I had sore legs, we pushed on. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53178677111/in/dateposted-public/" title="Going Down the Ijen Crater"><img alt="Going Down the Ijen Crater" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53178677111_5171b7641a_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>The main reason we started at midnight was to catch Ijen's famous 'Blue Fire', which are actually ghostly blue flames from the sulphur gas. Once it gets bright, it would not be possible to see. Two hours later, we well on our way down the crater like a couple of mountain goats. The trail is rocky and treacherous, and the air smells of rotten eggs. Tourists flock down while miners trek up with their baskets of 'Devil's Gold'. The trek down is taxing especially when one's knees are already weak. We spied the trio from the Bromo, and the guy practically had to sit down every now, although he had a couple of Nordic walking sticks. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53178877109/in/dateposted-public/" title="Blue Fire"><img alt="Blue Fire" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53178877109_fc0235dc06_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>At the bottom of the crater, we crowded around the edge of an acid lake. Sometimes, fumes of thick sulphur would blow into the crowd throwing us into coughing fits. The miners seem unfazed by dangerous environment. Pipes bring out hot smoke from the volcano, and when the hot sulphur gas comes in contact with the cool air, it liquifies and eventually solidifies into sulphur blocks. Miners stand in the acid lake, chipping off blocks with long metal bars. Our guide took our phones and hopped over to where the miners were to take photos of the blue flames that were seen riding up the pipes. My phone didn't perform well in that low light environment coupled with the thick fumes. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53178684901/in/dateposted-public/" title="Ijen in the Morning"><img alt="Ijen in the Morning" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53178684901_833f2946d2_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Once the sun rose, we could finally take a good look at the crater which was very barren and rocky. Headed back up to rim of the crater to give our lungs some respite from the acidic air. At the top, the view was a combination of breathtaking mountain ranges, blue-green acid lake, mysterious sulphur fumes, and gnarled trees. The trees were perfect for photos, and provided excellent cover for us to pee! Beat having to do it in all the fumes. Made our way down the volcano. Really quite taxing on the knees. At some point, we actually walked backwards to reduce the strain. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53178096082/in/dateposted-public/" title="Ijen Crater Rim"><img alt="Ijen Crater Rim" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53178096082_f90e0aa04f_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Ijen was the last adventurous activity on our tour itinerary, so it was time to head back to Surabaya. The night before Pak Sulaiman fell ill, so he got his uncle to take the wheel. Lunch was at <b>Ayam Bakar Bawangan</b> at Tamansari. Nice meal of local grilled chicken with <i>sambal</i>. While eating, I realized that my silver ring had oxidised overnight from all that sulphur. Even our clothes stunk of it. After all that ordeal in the mountains, we finally could relax. KH booked us for a night at <b>Hotel Majapahit</b>, Surabaya's Majestic Hotel, but much better in my opinion. It had retained most of its heritage and colonial charm. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53178697741/in/dateposted-public/" title="Colonial Charm"><img alt="Colonial Charm" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53178697741_a514791b6c_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>The first thing that KH did was nap! An hour later, we headed out to Jalan Tunjungan to take a look at the <b>Java Coffee Culture</b> festival that was going on. Grabbed a coffee there from one of the kiosks and took a quick look around. In the evening, we headed to <b>Gereja Katolik Kelahiran Santa Perawan Maria</b> for evening mass. As promised, KH attended mass with me whenever we travel together. The original church was built in 1900 by Dutch priests, but was later rebuilt after being damaged during unrest from the revolution. Noticed that the Stations of the Cross in the church are in Dutch. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53179140025/in/dateposted-public/" title="JCC 2022"><img alt="JCC 2022" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53179140025_f38a5c45cf_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53178897954/in/dateposted-public/" title="Church of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary"><img alt="Church of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53178897954_818e70f47d_z.jpg" width="432" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Asked the Grab to drop us at <b>Plaza Tunjungan 3</b> for dinner. Simple dinner of <i>soto ayam</i> and <i>gado-gado</i> at the food court. Nothing interesting in the mall really. Just grabbed an ice coffee at <b>Kopi Kenangan</b> and headed back to the hotel.</p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-18415200269560789962023-09-08T23:21:00.005+08:002023-09-08T23:21:52.532+08:00Sore in Surabaya III: Beautiful Bromo<div><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53172301032/in/dateposted-public/" title="Bromo in the Morning"><img alt="Bromo in the Morning" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53172301032_2762f7a557_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div><br /></div>Pak Sulaiman navigated a slew of dark and winding roads to get us to Bromo. Lots of hotels and amenities in the area. The altitude is high, and its so cold that we could see our breath. Our guide is actually from thereabouts. Checked in to the <b>Cafe Lava Hostel </b>at dinner time. Lugged our luggage up a steep flight of stairs, jumped into the shower with its gas powered water heater, and put on our warmest jammies. Sauntered down to the hotel's cafe for a simple dinner of vegetable soup and coffee. Wake up call was at 2:30AM where there was a line of jeeps waiting to take tourists to Bromo to catch the sunrise. At around 3:40 AM, we arrived at a rest area with a lot <i>warungs</i>. Sitting on low stools, we huddled around a small charcoal hearth to keep warm. A lady served us banana fritters and hot coffee. While waiting for the cue to go, we chatted with a Malaysia couple who were in the same <i>warung</i>. Although I was pissed with Batik Air for transit fiasco, the couple had it way worse with Air Asia's 9-hour delay. <div><br /></div><div><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53172301037/in/dateposted-public/" title="Pisang Goreng"><img alt="Pisang Goreng" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53172301037_d3976162df_z.jpg" width="480" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div><br /></div><div>After a couple of banana fritters, Pak Sulaiman signalled for us to start hiking up <b>King Kong Hills</b>. Not a difficult hike, but it was dark and a bit slippery. Found a good spot to wait for the sunrise. For some reason, I never had much luck with sunrises, and Bromo was no different. Although it was cloudy, I enjoyed the panorama. From an altitude of 2,600m we had a great view of the Bromo caldera, Mount Semeru, and the city of Probolinggo and Pasuruan. Once we soaked everything in, we hiked backed down, and located our jeep. Next destination was the <b>Sea of Sand</b>, which is dessert-like plain of black volcanic sand around Bromo. Quite an interesting sight. Proceeding on foot, we walked towards the crater, passing the <b>Pura Luhur Poten</b>, which is a Tenggerese Hindu shrine dedicated to Brahma. Locals also offer horse rides, hence the whole way is littered with horse shit. The poop steams upon hitting the ground. </div><div><br /></div><div><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53173094454/in/dateposted-public/" title="Sea of Sand"><img alt="Sea of Sand" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53173094454_dae16b64a2_z.jpg" width="480" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The walk was easy, but when I saw the 255 steps up to rim of the crater, my thighs literally screamed. Sat down at the foot of the volcano to gather my strength. The whole area was misty and there were many vendors selling Edelweiss flowers. Took it really slow, and in no time at all, we were staring down the smoking and gurgling mouth of <b>Bromo</b>. One wrong step and you could end up as human offering to the volcano. However, the view at 2,300m above sea level was worth the climb. Right at the lip of the crater was a stone shrine to Ganesha. Casually, Pak Sulaiman lit a cigarette and left it at the edge of the shrine together with the other offerings. Saw a tourist run down the side of crater as an alternative to the stairs. Our guide actually suggested that we follow suit, but KH and I valued our knees more.</div><div><br /></div><div><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53172345852/in/dateposted-public/" title="IMG_20221126_064136"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53172345852_b925f706b1_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"alt="IMG_20221126_064136"/></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script></div><div><br /></div><div><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53172926551/in/dateposted-public/" title="Bromo Crater"><img alt="Bromo Crater" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53172926551_b0dffb365d_z.jpg" width="480" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div><br /></div><div>At 8AM, we had breakfast back at the hotel. Together with the other returning guests, we tracked in loads of black volcanic sand. Showered, packed our bags, and took a quick look around the hotel, admiring the Yellow Bells and Hydrangeas. Went on our way towards Ijen, with a short stop for lunch at <b>RM Handayani</b> at Paiton. The place has a 'water park' dining concept, but the heat was very much a deterrent for us to dine at one of the many gazebos along a man-made pond. Bumped into familiar faces, a group of 2 girls and a guy who were lodged beside our room at Bromo. KH was very curious about their sleeping arrangements. One of the girls was the queen judging by the bitchy way she ordered lunch. </div><div><br /></div><div><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53173413548/in/dateposted-public/" title="RM Handayani"><img alt="RM Handayani" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53173413548_7b2b60100f_z.jpg" width="640" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div><br /></div><div>By 4 PM, we arrived at <b>Baratha Hotel</b>, a hotel that forced us to climb more stairs. Tried our best to get some shut eye before dinner because our activity starts at midnight (<i>a crazy kind of holiday don't you agree?</i>). Had some fried rice and a stewed tofu dish at the hotel cafe before attempting to get more rest. </div>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-45549022659058675162023-08-22T19:14:00.003+08:002023-09-08T23:23:16.891+08:00Sore in Surabaya II: Very Wet<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53134164759/in/dateposted-public/" title="Tumpak Sewu Waterfall"><img alt="Tumpak Sewu Waterfall" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53134164759_9f59cc13eb_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Woke up puffy-eyed and sleepy for breakfast at 6:00 AM. Finally had a good view of the surroundings at Yanti Homestay. The place is a cluster of rooms with common areas and a <i>warung</i> at the front. After our simple breakfast of a sandwich, omelette, and weak coffee, Pak Sulaiman met up with us with a clove cigarette in hand. One look at the shoes that we were wearing, he shook his head and told us to change into slippers. Together with a local guide, we walked a short distance to the <b>Tumpak Sewu</b> viewing deck. In the Javanese language, Tumpak Sewu means "a thousand waterfalls", and it's really breathtaking. Water flows down 120 meters over a semi-circular gorge with Mount Semeru in the background. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53133359307/in/dateposted-public/" title="Scaling Down"><img alt="Scaling Down" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53133359307_e6dcd46545_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>The real adventure began with our descent to the foot of the falls. One would think that such a beautiful nature spot would be under the governance of park authorities, but in actual fact it's all maintained by locals. The path down was a mixture of trails, bamboo paths, rope traversals, and metal ladders. A bit scary, and not for the faint-hearted. Definitely not something that you should do without an exoerienced guide. At one point, we needed to scale down a small waterfall. The guide had to be ahead of us, guiding where we should place our foot on the slippery stones. At the bottom of the river valley, I felt that I was in "Jurassic World". Was half-expecting a dinosaur to come around the bend. If that happened I would have probably been eaten because my knees were already jelly from the descent. We trekked along the river and reached a crossing. No bridge mind you, we had to wade into the nearly hip-deep river. Because it was the rainy season, the water level was a bit higher and the current more difficult to manage. The guides went to the middle to act as anchors for us. During the whole ordeal, one side of my Crocs actually floated away, but amazingly the guide managed to retrieve it for me. Else it would have been a very painful journey ahead for me.</p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53133957796/in/dateposted-public/" title="River Valley"><img alt="River Valley" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53133957796_e66c30b7fc_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>When we finally arrived at the the central basin, we were wow-ed by the full scale of the Tumpak Sewu. The spray of the falls was everywhere. Getting down got us half-soaked, but the spray got us fully-soaked. That was the reason that the guide told us not to bring cameras. There were only two other people there (<i>a very hunky straight German dude</i>), so it was easy to get our scenic shots. Other than the main falls, there were several other lesser falls nearby. Tumpak Sewu showcases the raw power of nature, while <b>Goa Tetes</b> highlights the more serene side of nature. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53134452028/in/dateposted-public/" title="Foot of Tumpak Sewu"><img alt="Foot of Tumpak Sewu" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53134452028_c92e129cb2_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Although my thighs and knees were already complaining, the ascent was seemingly easier. Did have to stop a few times to catch my breath, but the guide was patient, and KH coaxed me along. That wasn't the end of our waterfall expedition. We were given an hour to shower and change into a set of dry clothes. Found that my clothes were full of black volcanic sand. Pak Sulaiman didn't follow us for the second excursion to <b>Kapas Biru Waterfall</b>. The way there was much easier. Not as dramatic, but it was still a powerful rush of water amongst giant ferns and bamboo clusters. Once the weather turned gloomy, we immediately rushed back out. In the end, we got a little wet because had to run for it at the home stretch. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53134443243/in/dateposted-public/" title="Goa Tetes Waterfall"><img alt="Goa Tetes Waterfall" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/31337/53134443243_5bbb303530_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="360" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Packed our bags and checked out. The rain followed us all the way to the city of Malang. Some flash floods along the way, but it was no problem for Pak Sulaiman's car. A roundabout near the old city was setup like a memorial to the many victims of the Kanjuruhan Stadium disaster that happened on the 1st of October. The stampede caused the death 135 football fans, and the populace showed their displeasure at the authorities with anti-police graffiti and banners. Stopped for a late lunch of local food at <b>Kertanegara</b>, before continuing on to our hotel at Bromo. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53133372722/in/dateposted-public/" title="Salted Egg Cumi"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53133372722_37873df09b_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="Salted Egg Cumi" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script></p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-73013492301028496142023-07-28T18:57:00.002+08:002023-09-08T23:24:46.526+08:00Sore in Surabaya I: Terrible Transit<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53077184960/in/dateposted-public/" title="KLIA Departure"><img alt="KLIA Departure" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53077184960_1638d5acb5_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Remember my cancelled trip to <a href="https://williamnyk.blogspot.com/2023/03/merry-majestic.html" target="_blank">Danang</a> due to well-timed cyclone? To make up for that, KH arranged a trip to <b>Surabaya</b> at the end of November. The itinerary included waterfalls, and volcanoes. Nothing too strenuous he assured me. The night before our departure, KH notified me of some bad news. Surely it wasn't another cyclone! Batik Air had chopped our direct flight to Surabaya into a transit at Jakarta! Because of that, our arrival would be late, making our schedule a little more hectic. The check-in queue at the airport wasn't too bad. And there was small consolation of a <i>check-in cutie</i> in my line of sight. Tall Thai boy from the looks of it. Pretty good leg room on the Batik Air flight, and we were given a cheese bun, and a muffin. At 4PM+7, we landed at Terminal 3 of Soekarno Hatta International Airport. Thinking back, it was 19 years since my last visit, and that terminal didn't exist back then. Pretty large and empty, and for some reason the airport authority has a thing decorating each fire extinguisher point with cutesy murals. For quicker clearance, we had installed the Peduli Lindungi app, Indonesia's version of MySejahtera. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53076971899/in/dateposted-public/" title="Check-in Cutie"><img alt="Check-in Cutie" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53076971899_ee184a1697_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53076780011/in/dateposted-public/" title="IMG_20221124_164634"><img alt="IMG_20221124_164634" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53076780011_01161b415c_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Since the flight out from Cengkareng to Surabaya is a local flight, we had to make our way to Terminal 2 by way of Airport Train (<i>another new addition</i>). I was expecting the station to be inside the airport, but it was actually outside. Terminal 2 was really quiet, and the check-in took really long because the counter staff were just busy yakking away. Had a <i>baso sapi</i> dinner at <b>A Fung</b>, and later had some coffee at <b>Kopi Kenangan</b> (<i>for some reason it doesn't taste as good in KL</i>). Arrived at Surabaya at around 9PM+7, where we met up with Pak Sulaiman, our guide for the trip. Immediately hopped onto his car and made our way to <b>Tumpak Sewu</b>. Made a supper stop a highway R&R where we had <b>A&W</b>. Slow as molasses service as well. Zzz. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53077191420/in/dateposted-public/" title="Baso Sapi"><img alt="Baso Sapi" height="640" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53077191420_8ba3c0eeae_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="480" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Arrived at <b>Yanti Homestay</b> some time after midnight. The place was very dark and cold. All I could think about was a hot shower and the bed. Thus begins my great Indonesian adventure! </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-47887547922419344842023-07-25T21:43:00.000+08:002023-07-25T21:43:07.150+08:00Let the PACA Party Begin<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53062134592/in/dateposted-public/" title="Polling Station GE 15"><img alt="Polling Station GE 15" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53062134592_93ef006beb_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>Malaysia's 15th General election was called on the 19th of November 2022. Having registered as both polling and counting agent, KH and I both woke up bright and early to start work at Institut Latihan Perindustrian Kuala Lumpur located beside the large KFC at Jalan Kuchai Lama. Parked our car at the fast food restaurant and walked over to the polling station. Although it wasn't open yet, and it was drizzling a little, there was already a queue of early birds. Collected our passes from the DAP polling station manager, and we were let in by the police officers at the gate. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53062901614/in/dateposted-public/" title="Chicken Rice for PACA"><img alt="Chicken Rice for PACA" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53062901614_0ffc3e5009_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>KH and I were assigned to different <i>saluran</i>. Voters who came to my <i>saluran</i> were at least 60 years old. Greeted the Elected Commission staff and made sure we were friendly with the leader of the <i>saluran</i> because he had the final say in most things. As the first (<i>and only~ lack of volunteers</i>) polling agents on duty we had the task verifying the setup. We were responsible for checking the ballot papers, ensuring the ballot box was empty, and that it was properly sealed. The job was pretty boring, double-checking the details of voters as the polling clerk read out the details. Since the setup was in a large hall instead of a small room, it was a tad difficult to hear. </p><p>The clerks were all very nice, polite, and chatty. They were mindful of the elderly voters, and even complimented some for looking younger than their age. They even shared their surplus <i>kuih-muih</i> with me. During lunch time, I ate a pack of chicken rice in my car, then drove back home to vote a nearby secondary school. I was in and out of the classroom in 15 minutes because it was already the off-peak period. Based on observation, it is better to vote in the afternoon because most people want to do it in them morning. If you are confident enough, you could even sashay in 30 minutes before the closing time. Anyway, the PACA from MCA did turn up towards the end of the day, just for the counting. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53062134597/in/dateposted-public/" title="Polling Station GE 15"><img alt="Polling Station GE 15" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53062134597_ed5ec517ab_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a></p><p>Once polling was closed, the ballot box was temporarily sealed. At first, the clerks wanted to finish their prayers first before commencing the counting, but they changed their minds. The first thing was count the number of ballots cast. Once the number was confirmed, the counting was started. Lots of technicalities on what constitutes as a valid, in doubt, or spoiled ballot. The clerk would hold up the ballot paper, and yell out who the vote was for. Bet the clerks were tired of saying, "PH". Haha. MCA's counting agent raised some objections for the heck of it. The leader of the <i>saluran</i> would entertain every objection and make a decision. Each ballot was properly sorted into a separate basket. In the end, the ballots were counted again and tallied against the original total. The spoiled votes were taken into consideration. The official results were recorded, and each PACA was given a copy. Finally, the ballots would be resealed in the box and later be taken a central station for the Seputeh constituency. </p><p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53063102485/in/dateposted-public/" title="DAP Command Center GE15"><img alt="DAP Command Center GE15" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53063102485_abf233da79_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a></p><p>With the form in hand, we headed to the DAP Seputeh command center for dinner. A projector was setup to monitor the results as they came in. Rained heavily as we got there. Gloomy weather, but it was a win for DAP. Teresa Kok was voted in as MP for Seputeh again. No surprises there.</p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-72739368516430547922023-07-24T13:11:00.001+08:002023-07-24T13:11:00.149+08:00Werk It<p>Gosh, was voted as a chief coordinator for a church ministry. Mandarin <i>pulak tu</i>. Two-year term. </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-86283572223970271152023-07-22T12:56:00.004+08:002023-07-22T12:56:24.474+08:00Short Break<div><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53062997480/in/dateposted-public/" title="Waffles"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53062997480_162ba358f0_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="Waffles" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;"/></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script></div><div><br /></div>In my working career, I never really took a proper break. My new employer wasn't pushy about my joining date, so I gave myself four weeks of rest to properly detox. Thought about bringing my mum somewhere for a holiday, but she was very engrossed with taking care of my nephews with it being my sister's super busy year end period. Didn't do anything special, just some random things:<div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Dim sum breakfast with mum and her taichi buddies.</li><li>Fix my neck at the chiropractor's.</li><li>Attend church meetings.</li><li>Go on dates with the hubby.</li><li>Cafe hopping with neighbours.</li><li>Bumming at home.</li></ol><div>Perhaps I should have flew somewhere just for the heck of it. But I am pretty content with just spending quiet time in KL. </div></div>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26142439.post-91679587380165682992023-07-01T15:23:00.003+08:002023-07-01T15:26:17.271+08:00Bye, Felicia! 2.0<p><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/187349955@N06/53014422309/in/dateposted-public/" title="Incubator"><img alt="Incubator" height="480" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53014422309_185dd95127_z.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 3px;" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></p><p>A little over a year ago, I left the company where I started my career in IT. Early November 2022 marked another LWD (<i>last working day</i>) for me. Definitely will miss the 15-minute door-to-door commute to Technology Park Malaysia (<i>rebranded to MRanti recently</i>). So nice not having to wake up at ungodly hours to avoid traffic snarls. At least, I enjoyed it for a year. A new chapter beginning soon in KL Eco City come December. </p>Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287811823936506230noreply@blogger.com2