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Detik Bahagia

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Day 95: Happy Birthday to Me. Swiped from SaylaMarz . Memes are going around the blogosphere like sniffles in flu season these days. I've been tagged thrice already! I wonder what's the blogosphere's equivalent of Vitamin C... Anyway, since I've caught Janvier's germs, might as well let it take it's course. Truth be told, I don't really think of these things, but I think Mother Theresa once said that a life that you do not reflect on is not worth living.... so here: Meeting my first love... and hopefully the last Being the late bloomer that I am, I did not have any crushes, puppy love in my teenage years. I would like to blame my parents for instilling the whole "study first, love later" mantra, but truth be told, I was just too repressed and afraid to love. When KH came into the picture, everything changed. My walls melted away. My heart finally opened. I began to "feel". Never had I known how good it felt and also how bad it h

Spa-cial Moments

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IMG_6256 Swiped from williamnyk . On Sunday, I had to leave KH alone in the morning since I had went out to celebrate mass with SK and my mum. To my delight, KH managed to keep busy by reading a newly-procured graphic novel, Stardust . By the time I got home, it was alreday nearly noon, and we ourselves ready to go out to The Curve. We had our lunch at Paddington's Pancake House which was featured on QueerR's blog some time ago. I give the place a thumbs up. Very good savoury pancakes. Simple, yet satisfying. I ordered the Paddington Dollars-- bite-sized pancakes with mini sausages, ham, cherry tomatoes, lettuce and guacamole. An excellent combination of pancakes, meat and greens. A hearty and healthy meal in my opinion! Unfortunately, no photos. So unlike me. For some reason, during lunch, our conversation veered towards religion and due to some misunderstanding on my part, I kinda got VERY miffed at something KH said. ( Note to self: Religion isn't quite the subject to b

YKLS

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Young KL Singers 5th Anniversary Concert Swiped from Matt Marzuki . As I mentioned a few posts back, KH was recently back in KL for a visit. A timely visit as I was running low on my Lover-Substitute Pills ( perhaps Janvier can swipe me some without requiring a prescription ) and was just plain horny. :P. KH was back mainly to celebrate my birthday early as it would not be possible for us to meet due to scheduling conflicts. Arriving on Friday night, SK and I picked KH up at the Sungai Besi Petronas and we ended up at Kuchai Lama for some mamak food at Kinrara Curry House . All I can say is that the nasi lemak looks nicer than it tastes. KH crashed at SK's place, but her housemate's presence kinda put a damper on KH and I's more questionable activities. Just a few stolen kisses and I had to leave... The next morning, SK, KH and I drove to Restoran Mexim for some dim sum . Supposedly famous. The other things I would recommend are the dim sum , century egg porridge

Cina Punya Cina

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101 Swiped from jeansman . I swiped this excellent post from bibikNyonya . Just had to give my 2 cents-worth: 1. You unwrap gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those ribbons). ~ TRUE! But not so much the ribbons. 2. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has move out. ~ TRUE! But maybe just 2 dozens. 3. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times. ~ FALSE! But a thermos is a must if you're lying in a ward somewhere. 4. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.You use the grocery bags to hold garbage. ~ TRUE! Recycle mah. 5. You hate to waste food :- a ) Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them. (Your mom will give a lecture about starving kids in Africa) ~ TRUE! Are you gonna finish that? b ) You have Tupperware in your fridge with thre

He Ain't Heavy, He's My Egg Tart

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DSC00634 Swiped from williamnyk . I recently encountered the heaviest egg tarts I have ever known in my life. It was really hefty. When I held it in my hand, I practically felt like one of the Beagle Brothers with a file-filled cake. I don't know what they put in it, but the density is really astounding ( could very well be some secret process that allows them to cram five eggs into one egg tart filling ). However, that's not the only impressive thing about it-- the address of the bakery really made me look twice. Hehe. Jalan Cockman Definitely a must-visit on my next trip to Ipoh! I wonder about the cocksmanship of the people there... hmmm...

Mid-Autumn Calories

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Red Red Lantern Hanging up High ~Happy Mid-Autumn Festival大紅燈籠高高掛~中秋節快樂 Swiped from Pisces Romance (Away 3 Days) . Note: This post is as stale as post-festival mooncakes with a 50% discount! For some reason, mooncakes don't do it for me anymore. There is no craving. I used to love it. Pick at the fragrant egg yolk hidden in the sweet filling. Savouring each cholesterol-laden bite. Now, I normally only eat one piece ( one eight of a mooncake ) and down it with copious amounts of hot tea. It just shuts down my digestive system. Some kind of reflex action. Maybe because today's mooncakes are too rich. The paste too smooth ( just like cakes, the moister it is, the more butter it contains, so the smoother the paste, the more oil was used ) and sweet. And the ridiculous new flavours. Fusion. East meets West. Moon Goddess meets Courtney Love. It's just plain weird. I still would prefer the traditional varieties. Make mine mild and light. Like those agar-agar mooncakes. S

Okairi

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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!

Zebra

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Photo-0189 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

Bill, Revisited

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Multichromatic Beams Swiped from Reciprocity . 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 di

Excellent Choice

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Money 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 so

Penta

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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 Laptop Water bottle Software Installers Misc. access cards Umbrella 5 Things in My Wallet $$$ ( goes without saying ) Credit cards Identity cards Business cards List of bank account numbers 5 Things I Like Most in My Room My collection of souvenirs from around the globe My underwear drawer My porn collection My book collection My study table ( Where I, ahem, do most of my work ) 5 Things I'd Like To Try Eating fried insects Riding a bike "Switching" with KH ( tee-hee ) Rock-climbing Driving a car with automatic transmission 5 Things I'm Doing Now Waiting for KH to call Breathing Scratching my head Scratching myself Scratching this meme off my To Do list Tada!

Bill

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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 (

Blanc

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Photo-0169 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

Fruit Protein

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Dragonfruit I (Red & White) Swiped from espion . 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 an

Skank

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picture a day - white trash Swiped from less like math . 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 decen

Uncle HeMan II

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Photo-0159 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. =)

MIFC

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IMG_5862 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 m

Book of Answers

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Book of Answers Swiped from Caro's Lines . 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.....

Movie Madness

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collage2 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 ...

Floria

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IMG_5800 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 interes

Bladis Liberamus (Thanks, Lex)

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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

One for the Road

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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 whe

Vulgaris

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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. Ju

The Big Five O

National Day celebrations are in full swing. Buildings lit up. Flags in ever conceivable size and shape. Spotlights blaze through the night sky. Masjid Jamek is now carnival area. Food. Glow sticks. People are arriving in droves. Roads close. Cars stall. At Dataran Merdeka, a malay guy sings Peng You at full blast and with much gusto. I'm hauling my ass home. Happy Fiftieth, Malaysia.

Ko Chai Ku Ku, Ku Ko Chai

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dalipods Swiped from axb500 . Inspired by Janvier and Queer Ranter, I have decided to do a song list guessing game of my own. Initially, I had wanted to follow the original format, but then I noticed that most of the songs in my play list, I can't find the lyrics to. So Plan B. Maybe if I sample the start or chorus of each song and upload it ala the MyFM game. Wait a minute-- that'll include editing, finding a suitable hosting site, and time ( which I lack! ). Crap. So I have decided to just publish the answers and hopefully with it, you can decide for yourselves what a weirdo I am in terms of music taste. Skater Boy - Avril Lavigne Puteri Ledang - Noraniza Idris Al Mostafa - Zmiya Solitude - Karunesh Future Proof - Massive Attack Diesel Power - Prodigy Spring Song - He Xu Tian Swordsman Theme Song - Sam Hui The Mystic's Dream - Loreena McKennitt Ice Cream - New Young Pony Club Bhajans - Sheila Chandra Urami Bushi - Meiko Kaji Zhui Lang Man De Shi - Zhao Yong

Great Lengths

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angel Swiped from dro!d . It's amazing when we think about the amount of trouble we would endure to do something that we love. If your significant other stays in Klang and you happen to shack up in Kelana Jaya, it's never too far. "Just a couple of tolls" , you would say. But when things go sour, or you just aren't interested anymore, "Ei, for once why don't you take the bus over" would not be surprising. Ditto for many other things. Humans lose interest rather quickly, but some things are quite hard-wired , as I mentioned before. Heh. This was the case on third day of KH's visit ( the 2nd day was intentionally ommitted because it was family day for both of us ). But before that, let me backtrack to the lunch I had with his friend, Oreal, and her boyfriend Friese. Quite the golden couple. Oreal's fair with a curvaceous body, whilst Friese has a good build and he even wore a knitted shirt with a plunging neckline (!). Real nice peopl

The Birds and the Bees

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Photo-0155 Swiped from williamnyk . Today, I present all of you a rare book review: Title: Marriage Technique Author: Drs. Rai & Airi Publisher: Kiran, India Year: 1964, 7th Edition Price: MYR3.00 FYI, this book has been lying in my parents' drawer for ages. Some years back ( after the death of my dad ), my mum was cleaning out the drawer and she found this. She promptly handed it to me. "Err......" As you can see from the picture, it's all brown and I'm sure you can guess it smells funny. The book is still in quite good condition as the silverfish had spared it. Here's the publisher's note: All the scientific sex knowledge of the world, concerning arried people, has been compressed into this single pocket book... This book is scientific without beng technical. It is written in a simple style so as to be intelligible even to the lay reader... "Welcome, visitor. To the weird world! Go-slow" What the?! To get a better idea, here's

Keep Things Groovy

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Photo-0148 Swiped from williamnyk . It had been 3 months or so since KH came back to KL. It was his mum's birthday and his brother's convocation, so it was apt for him to return home. That and of course it was his turn for a conjugal visit. Hehe. Anyway, we both had our commitments to spend time with family, so we had to schedule things carefully. On Friday, I took half day off to spend time with him. We did the most mundane of things, but at least we got to spend it together. After lunch, he headed out to Central Market to meet me. "We gazed at each other from afar. The longing in our eyes were evident. KH ran through the street towards me, dropping the bag in hand. With the wind blowing in our hair, we met halfway in a deep embrace. We kissed deeply and passionately. Our hands.... CUT THE TAPE. Well nothing like that obviously. We were just happy to see each other. We walked side by side. Giggling as we went along. With the sun beating at our brow, the laptop we

Old School

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0535_870610-14-27-ANN-fs Swiped from lucien fp05 . Some months back, my ex-F6 classmate got married. WK's the name. For some reason, SK calls him "Dad". Some kind of pseudo-Electra Complex?! At first, I was supposed to attend the wedding with SK, but since she flew off to Germany, I used it as an excuse not to go. Not to say that I was exceptionally close to the guy, but he's an OK guy and I buy facial products via his wife with a hefty employee's discount. Definite Brownie points there. Anyway, SK and I were supposed to treat him to dinner since we both skipped his wedding. But it turned out to be a failure, like the whole Chia and Kiat fiasco in Singapore. WK invited a whole bunch of other ex-classmates, some whom I have not seen in 8 years. What happened to you William?! I wouldn't dare to tegur you if I saw you! I don't think I've changed THAT much la. I didn't eactly shed my geeky image. I'll just call it a little touch up. Anywa

ManBag

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Photo-0146 Swiped from williamnyk . After a hiatus of 3 months, I finally went for my swim with SK. I was worried that I had forgotten how to swim. That my movements would be awkward and I'd forget how to breathe. Well, I didn't forget. I guess it's like riding a bike. But I wouldn't know about that. Perhaps it's like sex? Yeah, I guess one would never forget. But then, swimming is not as hard-wired as sex. :P. Anyway, I only swam for like 40 mins before I felt like I had no more thrust. It was like I was static in the water. My spindly arms and legs had called it a day. The kids were also getting rowdy and a pair of little girls were giggling at SK and I the whole time, so we decided to leave. We headed to MV to have dinner with a friend at Kim Gary . The place was packed as usual. Waiter: Smoking or non-smoking? Moi: Non-smoking. Waiter: We have an opening at the smoking section at the moment, do you mind? Moi: Is anyone smoking there at the moment? Waite

Angry With Someone You Love

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This Is Tom Jones Swiped from DafyddLlyr . "It's not unusual to be mad with anyone" "It's not unusual to be sad with anyone" Is it true that we more easily show our anger to those we love? When facing outsiders, we are more patient. We maintain a veneer of civility and tolerance that we do not usually reserve for the ones we care for. Is it true that we tend to be more caustic, have a shorter fuse even? Is this fair? It's such a contradiction. Yet it happens everyday. It happens to me, heck, even I do it. Most of the time, I regret lashing out. The outcome always drags me down. Regret hangs heavily on me. Libran genes. Damn. Oh, how I wish I can think with a more level head. Gauge the situation before I open my mouth. Sounds fake? I guess if we love someone, we should do something to keep things loving. You happy. I happy. Am glad that with KH, I dare to ask and he dares to answer. Things are simple. Sincere. "It's not unusual to be lov

Pelanduk Dua Rupa II

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honekawa Swiped from williamnyk . I'm sure people in my age bracket and those older would know of Doraemon . The robotic cat from the future that has a bottomless pouch from which it pulls out inventions after inventions to satisfy the unreasonable needs of his host, Nobita. Each story normally ends in disaster after the invention is misused. I used to love it. Will watch the horribly dubbed series before dinner. Enjoying the interactions of Nobita with the other characters- the quick-to-temper mother; the bully Gian; the ever-bathing Sizuka and last but not least, the showy Suneo. With introductions over, I can go into the perkara pokok - I have been told numerous times that I LOOK and SOUND like Suneo Honekawa . !!!. Yes. It's that shocking. !!!. As much as I begrudge such a comment, let's do an objective study: Pointy Hair - Check! Pointy Mouth - Errr? Annoying voice - I like the sound of my own voice, but I really do sound a bit nasal when I hear recordings o

The Return

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collage2 Swiped from williamnyk . After two long months, SK has finally returned from her stint in Germany ( but it has been a month since she came back :P ). She's back at my side again and while this is good news, it also means that JM will now have to return to being without her at his side. There is always an imbalance somewhere, a rotation between us, a permutation. At the very beginning, we were three. Doing everything together during our Form Six years. When tertiary education came, JM and SK were both assigned to UKM, while I was in UM. During that particular phase, though we kept in close contact and frequently met, I think JM and SK grew closer. Became a unit of sorts, formed a deeper rapport. Then, as I joined the rat race, JM left the country and this brought about another change where SK and I built our own bonds. Soon after that, I too had left the country and only returned once a month, causing us to be effectively separated. Even so, our friendship held st

Meme 27

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Roll The Dice Swiped from taylorkoa22 . Supposed to have posted this as a filler in case you guys have gotten sick and tired of my bed sport exploits down south. But as usual, things got pushed around. Hopefully this will really help, but even not, at least I have tried to get in touch with some of my feelings, which I'm sure my Significant Other would approve of. The details are found here . A person is only as good as ... his word Friendship is always about ... giving and receiving To love is to ... give one's all Money makes me ... lose sight of the important things in my life I miss my ... innocence, my father, my KH My way of saying I care is ... by giving you the brutal truth with 15% of tact I try to spread love and happiness by ... being more selfless Pick the flowers ... to brighten up someone's day To love someone is to ... to love ourselves Beauty is ... subjective When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was ... masturbation (:P) When I was twenty

Pelanduk Dua Rupa

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vlcsnap-urahara Swiped from williamnyk . On the left we have McD's Dip Jack . On the right we have Bleach's Urahara-san . See the resemblance? Two brothers, born of the same parents. Separated at birth. One taken in by the Golden Arches, forever trying to eke out a living in Ronald's shadow. He got his big break peddling McNugget sauces that nobody'll appreciate. A tragedy waiting to happen. The other joined Soul Society. Gained his fame as the first head of the Technological Research Department. Later self-exiled to Karakura Town, making a living by opening a convenience store. Will they ever meet? Will destiny bring them together? This and the Two-headed Elvis Clone on the next edition of "This Is Your Life!". And to answer the requests from my hair post: Sorry about the smudges, but I'm still under the Witness Protection Programme. So far I've revealed the upper half of my head, so now you get to enjoy my spindly arms and the shape of my

Low Down: Bak Cho Mee and Textile Center

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Carry My Heart Swiped from williamnyk . The bus back to KL was at 3:00pm, so KH and I had some left over time to spend together. Even took half day's leave to see me off. We woke up at around 9:00am, but practically lazed in bed till late, just enjoying each others' presence and finally getting to talk. Issues were dug up. Things were brought into the open. It is something KH enjoys doing though it makes me uncomfortable at times. For KH, problems should be tackled head on. Take the bull by its horns. I am slowly adapting to this gung-ho and open attitude to things. I know KH means well and just wants things less murky. But I must also point out that KH does not apply this in all things, but this also something that I accept. From his HangZhou trip, KH bought me a little memento. A grain of rice suspended in a glass vial. On the grain of rice, is written: "I only have you in my heart" . And on the other side, KH's name in Chinese. KH put it around my neck

Sunday Brunch

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Though I frequently distend my tummy by going for buffet dinners, it has been t least 8 years since I had a high tea. Since I had a free high tea for two compliments of Milennium Hotel ( formerly known as Regent Hotel ), I finally went to break the dry spell. Truth be told, not exactly FOC also la, I already paid for it when the telemarketer suckered me into joining their membership. So, if anyone wants to eat there or rent a room, you can give me a ring and you'll get 50% off the bill. It was a family outing with my mum, sister and brother-in-law. A nice cozy buffet of Western ( scallops and raw oysters! ), local ( ever had Char Kuey Teow with Salmon and Cod fish slices? ) and Japanese cuisine, dim sum ( siew mai and crispy deep-fried wanton! ), seafood barbeque ( sweet, succulent lobster! ), cute-sy desserts and free-flow beer. In addition to the food, you have guitarists crooning oldies like "Mr Bojangles" and Gypsy Kings fare. There was even a clown ( didn't ge

Low Down: Kiasu and Sling. Paprika and Fabbrica

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collage8 Swiped from williamnyk . A continuation... On Sunday, I dragged KH to to church. We went to the Church of the Blessed Sacrement somewhere in Alexandra Road. The mass time published in the website is wrong so by the time we arrived, it was already the homily. A very triangular church with a woody interior. The liturgy is fancier than I'm used to. Much use of incense and they even have a gong! I noticed a few things about the church. Firstly, the collection is really ineffective. They really should use longer poles. Secondly, I met the most kiasu Catholic. He actually went for communion twice! Talk about finishing your quota for the day. Pengz! We left church, then headed to Chinatown Point to look at the SportsmenAsia shop. A very impressive collection. KH actually got me someting from there. Thanks dear! As my throat was a bit sore, I bought gui lin gao there, from a shop called Hong Woh Tong , a blatant rip-off of KL's Kwong Woh Tong. Everything looks the s

Mow The Lawn

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After Mowing Swiped from great_sea . After 2.5 haircut-free months, I have finally shorn off my unruly locks. It had grown really thick and any attempt to style usually ends in failure. It just swallows all the products I put in it. Heh. The whole thing started when my stylist, KK decided that I should change the length of my hair. I visited him twice and both times he turned me back. So when the day finally came to cut my hair, it ended up pretty much the same. "Eh, what's the difference ah?" The front part is just slightly longer. That's about it. Well, I don't really care, at least I save RM72 worth of haircuts. And my head feels much lighter now. But I guess my shampoo and hair wax usage increased. Can't win 'em all. Bah! But, KH approves of my new / old look. Says my hair used to get in the way when trying to get to my ear... ehehe. It tickles! When I was there, I also got to meet Mike, Snips' CEO. Only in his 30s. Not flamboyant or anyth