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Saint Wicked

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glass Swiped from opexxx wont pay for censorship . In the Catholic calendar, the 1st of November is All Saints' Day. A day of obligation. A big feast day where all the saints throughout the ages who have done the will of the Lord are remembered and celebrated. Though all good Catholics would aspire to be saints, obviously not everyone is canonised as saints. But fret not, the average joe of souls is also celebrated in a different feast day known as All Souls' Day, which is celebrated one day after, i.e. the 2nd of November. Think of it as a Qing Ming of sorts where people flock to the cemetery to offer prayers and bless the graves of our dearly-departed. Like every year ( for the past 10 years already ), my family and I travel to Teluk Intan for All Souls' Day. We'll get on the PLUS highway and make our way for Bidor before reaching Teluk Intan via a trunk road. This year, we left al little earlier-- at 7:00am actually. We could have left earlier if I had actu

The DiGi Men Upheaval

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collageBERSIH Swiped from williamnyk . Arrived at work on Saturday finding that I was way too early. On entering the office, no familiar faces greeted me, just the cleaners. "Sorang je ke?" "A, ah." "Ada rusuhan nanti." "Har?! Patutlah polis di merata-rata..." I should have known. The police presence was way too strong. From the 25th floor of the Tower of Solitude, I could see that Dataran Merdeka was locked down, helicopters were flying around and the red FRU crowd-dispersal vehicles were parked along several main roads. By the time I went out for lunch at noon, there was still no "action" that I could detect. But perhaps because the heavy rain had dampened the spirits of any illegal assemblers ( participants of an illegal assembly, not to be confused with unlicensed production line factory hands ). But boy, was I wrong. At around 14:41, the shouting started. Being the busy-body Malaysians, we rushed to the windows to witness

24 Hours

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Lunar Eclipse #2 Swiped from David de Groot . I'm always behind. Better late than never! I've came to realize my last kiss [was a digital *muacks* over sms.] I'm listening to [sound of the fan whirring above my head.] I talk [like there's no tomorrow.] I love [KH.] My best friends are [out of the country.] My car is [in dire need of a wash.] My love life is [the source of happiness and sadness.] I hate it when people ask [questions that they already have he answer to.] Love is [screwed up.] Marriage is [overrated.] Somewhere, someone is thinking [of giving up.] I'm always [in good company.] I have a secret cheesy crush on [underwear.] My cell phone is [awaiting a trip to the service center.] When I wake up in the morning, I always [turn off my cell phone alarm and sit grumpily in bed.] When I go to bed at night, [I will make sure my alarm is set.] Right now I'm thinking about [whether I should jack off.] Babies are [poop machines that drive you nuts whi

Great Expectations

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Great Expectations Dickens Swiped from simmy0085 . A question for my fellow readers: In a relationship, one is bound to have different expectations on issues. Hence, Is it better to have no expectations at all as to avoid disappointment?

Diaspora

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collage50MCA Swiped from williamnyk . PS: I'm back! With a stale post. Enjoy. :P Sunday is usually not a day of rest for me. But one could say that about Saturday too. Not to say that I work on Sunday, but it's just that I get no rest. This time, it's MCA's Persembahan Kebudayaan 50 Tahun Malaysiaku Gemilang at the National Stadium, Bukit Jalil. But before I get to that, let me describe what happened earlier in the day. After morning mass, mum and I ventured to Aman Suria to kill 2 hours before the Parish Assembly. The Ipoh Kopitiam has quite curry noodles and the place is airy. For the uninitiated, the Parish Assembly is like a company AGM. In context of the church, it is where the current year's accomplishments are reviewed to see whether past year objectives were fulfilled. Throw in some reports, some elections, a tea break, and you got yourself a 5-hour meeting. Mum and I however, sneaked off after a couple of hours. The priest was earlier commenting n

It Is Shut

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door opening Swiped from queen's lace . A voice calls beyond the door. Before I can heed it's call, I find it shut. The dweller beyond worries of me, of hunger, of cold. He calls out from behind the door. "I'm fine, good sir.", I say. "I'm fine.". Yes, I'm fine, but for the shut door. The hunger. The cold.

Dreamland

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*TeLL mE...Mr.sAnDmAn...* Swiped from *a DuSty FaiRyTaLe* . I've been getting a lot of weird dreams lately. Nothing as eleborate as Cheryl's Hollywood dreams, but still worthy of discussion. Please translate them for me if you have the knack for it: Work-related. Kind of. I was riding pillion on my partner company's MD's bicycle. A rotund Myanmarese with a fake smile that would make any salesman jealous. It wasn't a ride in the park, mind you. Think extreme sports. In dreamland, he can really bawak that basikal . He was bouncing around and practically breakdancing with it! A more recent dream involved me being a rodent. Not "Ratatouille", but the "Mousetrap" variety. I was scurrying around, hiding under beds and cupboards. But the thing was I could see myself as a man, but others saw me as a mouse. I dreamt that two fellow bloggers put their hands down my jeans trying to guess what underpants I was wearing on that day. :P The latest epi

999

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Beer Bust (old school style) Swiped from Orange_Beard . PUNCAK JALIL - At 11:30pm, a vacant house in Taman Puncak Jalil was raided by more than 15 plain clothes policemen and several uniformed police personnel. The team brought out 5 Indonesians, believed to be without valid immigration documents. After a search of the immediate surrounding areas, the police left with the suspects in a police truck and 4 civilian vehicles. After the arrest, the neighbourhood heave a collective sigh of relief. I'm definitely no journalist, so I'll revert back to my usual style. Well, on Friday night when my mother was out to fetch me from the LRT station, she told me that the empty house opposite mine was being renovated. True enough, on arriving home, I found the windows and sliding door to be missing. Nothing amiss there, except for the fact that the construction workers were staying there at the house, which I think is prohibited by the law. My mum was worried as 2 of them were frequ

Hairclip!

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HairClip Swiped from williamnyk . My battle with acne is far from over. It saddens me to have a T-zone that is likened to a war zone with whiteheads all entrenched in my skin. Dry on the outside, super oily on the inside. My sebaceous glands are on overdrive. Chemical engineers would marvel at them and try to incorporate the secrets into their plant designs. The topography is as bumpy as ever. Sigh. My adolesence is catching up with me, sans the growth spurt, hormone overdose and the puppy love. At the behest of my beautician, Janet, I have also started to clip up my hair to keep my hair from my face. I can very well imagine myself carrying a basket and walking into a wet market like that, with a limp, hand-rolled ciggie on my lip. Time to consult my hairstylist, KK whether there are any alternatives for me. Time to snip-snip perhaps. Arghhh... Deliver me from acne! The power of Christ compels you! :P

I Spy With My Little Eye

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Random Swiped from williamnyk . Posts from Ryan and Ah Bong about surreptitious picture-taking has inspired me to come up with my own. Here are just a few from my Samsung SGH-X700. No lense cover. Conveniently located lense for suspicion-free photo-snapping. No worry about flash and shutter sound, hehe. Cloclwise from the top-left corner: Fabio - Seen him a couple of times on the Star LRT. Buffed. Tanned. Long, lustrous hair that he usually leaves freely-flowing on one side of his shoulder. He just reminds me of Fabio. JDI - A cute tourist from dunno where. His T-shirt reads "Just Did It". BTS - Random cute but pouty guy I sometimes meet on the train when I leave the office past 9:00pm. Love his hair Future - A woman whom I feel looks like my colleague, YY in 20 years. Freaky. The face, the hair. Uncanny. I can just imagine.

Do Not Bring Us To The Test

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Pavilioncollage1 Swiped from williamnyk . I left UM more than 4 years ago. 4 years of exam-free bliss. I never thought of furthering my education. No more studying, no more taking tests. However, I broke that welcomed dry spell on Saturday. Took my first Microsoft Certified Professional Exam. 70-431 Microsoft SQL Server 2005 Implementation and Maintenance. Fully paid for by my company. High time I get something instead of "on-the-job" training. The absence of monetary bonuses is starting to be too glaring too. I had less than 20 days to digest 21 chapters. Each day after knocking off at 9pm, I get home, have my dinner, shower and study before going to bed. It's all a blur really. The pdf document I read doesn't quite make sense to my sleep-deprived noggin'. And yet I press on. The lesson and chapter summaries were my friends. Come saturday, more than 10 chapters had left me. Or it never stayed with me in the first place. Oh well. Made my way to the test c

The One Ring

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collagePavilion Swiped from williamnyk . "Where iss it? Where iss it? Lossst it is, my precious, lost, lost! Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!" Yes, dear friends, I've gone all Gollum on ya. I have lost something truly precious. Of highly sentimental value. A gold ring. An old ring with faded markings. I had worn it for nearly the past year. It had not left my index finger even for a swim. No it does not have fiery letters on it, nor does it make me invisible in broad daylight ( not peeping tom cool, but shoplifting cool ). So before you think I'll go all ash nazg gimbatul on you, let me just say that I lost my late father's ring. On my maiden visit to The Pavilion , I had slipped the ring onto my ring finger as my index finger were getting a little chubby. After lunch at KFC, I had noticed that my ring was gone and no, it didn't slip off when I was washing my hands. Sigh. Didn't report it to lost and found as Lex suggested, but perhaps

For the Cat

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Here's to you ConanC ... Gal: Hey, I dropped a buffalo wing down my cleavage. Care to help me fish it out? Guy: Are your arms paralyzed or something? Gal: But my hands are all sticky and I can't reach far enough... Guy: Those are hardly double Ds. I'm sure you can manage an "area sweep" by yourself. Gal: Fag! Guy: Talk to the hand, coz the face ain't listenin'...

The Bestest Birthday

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collage1 Swiped from williamnyk . As I promised in my last post , here are the details of my 27th birthday. Definitely a year to remember. The first time I celebrated my birthday with KH. The first time I felt that I was blessed with an abundance of good friends and company ( though pointedly missing JM ). This year's birthday was basically a 3-phase affair-- Pre, Exact and Post. The Pre-Birthday was celebrated with KH since that was the only suitable window for us to meet and the details can be found here . However, on the Sunday before the 9th, the bloggers also threw me a lunch party at Tony Roma's , Sunway Pyramid. A super-boisterous group of 10, though we did not have QueerR and Adrien in our midst. It was entertaining having Alvin and Sam in the group. Finally had a chance to try their ribs. Not bad really, but it really isn't very wallet-friendly. Sharing with SK, I was able to sample their BBQ chicken ( amazingly good, so Kenny Rogers can go tanam jagung ) and Blue

La La Central

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Troubled Teen Swiped from CherryVega . Sungei Wang Plaza is the centre of all weirdness in KL. Everyday, it awakens and through some wicked means, it calls to all weirdness around the city. It calls its priestesses, the la la mui and its priests, the la la chai . Under the thrall of Sungei Wang, they don their robes of station to praise and worship the La La spirit. Just the other day, I was lucky enough to meet two new female initiates, Sentul Sally and Jinjang Jane . Barely of age ( but I doubt they're maidens ), they were travelling to Hang Tuah via Star LRT. Already in full riualistic vestments, they attracted every eye in the train. Unkempt, stringy hair with a high fringe -- to better receive missives from the His La La-ness. Silver eyeshadow under the eyes dripping to the middle of the cheeks -- they cry for our normalcy. Nose ring -- to signify those who are touched. Two maraccas hanging through a lanyard around the neck -- holy symbols. Petticoats -- they were

BDAYMEME

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IMG_6457 Swiped from williamnyk . Perfect timing to do this meme since I just celebrated my birthday. In my family, birthdays are always celebrated. No flashy parties ( but there is photo evidence of my extravagant first birthday party. The whole neighbourhood was there and I even got a cake shaped like the numeral one. Spoiled, hor? ), but always a decent meal at home or in a restaurant somewhere if mum mogok . Presents are rare, but I sometimes get lucky ( was crazy over Lego and Garfield back then! ). Since my brother was away in boarding school, I could always count on him sending me a birthday card. Birthdays started becoming a ritualistic affair ever since I got hooked with my best buds JM and SK. We would celebrate birthdays for each other and the birthday is a must! So far, we have had many good times together and birthdays are always an excuse to splurge a little. When Is Your Birthday? 9th of October 1980. Thurday's child has far to go... so the song goes... How Old Are

The Silence

When there is nothing to say, When you're feeling down, Know that I care for you night and day, And want to reverse that frown. I know I can't be there physically for now, but do know that I'm there for you in spirit and whatever means our human mind has created. And if that still is not enough, do not cry alone in the dark. For I will cry too. For myself and for us. I wish I can tame your sorrows and mend your heart. But if I fail, I hope, I hope, I hope... that love does not fail. I wish upon you all the peace I can give you, baby.

Akum Bang

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Shell of Ketupat – Happy Eid ul-Fitr 1428H Swiped from Ikhlasul Amal . "Akum abg.,ani mtk maf jgn mrh gan kak fiza lg.,ani ba yg slh kmarin..Klu nk mrh,mrhla ani.kakak n bke posa gan abg kmarin tp ani yg rosakkn plan 2.. Tp ani x sgaja..." My colleague received this due to a mistake the other day and she remarked, "What language is this?!" Pengz. She actually thought it was a foreign language. Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin to muslim friends everywhere with special dedication to Sam and Adrien. To my non-muslim friends, Apa raya-raya? Beria-ia. Puasa pun tidak! . Enjoy your holidays.... =)

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