will i am's delayed diary

North Station , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Our last night in Cologne was definitely memorable. Some sort of domestic disturbance happened at 3:00am ( the cons of staying with hosts ). I slept through the whole kerfuffle but Jaz and KH filled me in on the details the next morning. Turns out that the both 'em got drunk last night. Jaz was sleeping in the kitchen and he heard the whole thing unfold. Mike kept on shouting "Warum? Warum? Warum?". That's German for "Why". Repeat that for twenty times. Actually, his partner for some reason urinated on the laminate flooring and this got Mike worked up. Guessed that some slapping around went on and the young one actually ran in and out of the house banging doors as he went. The next morning, they were so wasted ( Jaz guessed that they were too embarrased ) that they did not see us off. Just cooked up the last of the wurst, bread and liver pate and rushed off to Hbf for our Thalys train to Paris. The train r

This is so amusing that I will post this on a Friday. Dear Mr. William, Thank you for your e-mail to Citibank dated 6/13/11 regarding Business Reply Envelope (BRE). Kindly allow us to explain that sending of the BRE was discountinued towards encouraging a greener environment. We may arrange for the BRE to be mailed to you anytime you need this self-addressed envelopes. Please confirm the following mailing address should you wish us to mail the envelopes : {My Address - of course la secret...} We hope the above clarifies. Thank you for using Citibank Online and have a nice day. Regards, Miss Customer Service Internet Support Service, Citibank Berhad They would rather spend RM0.60 each time sending an envelope in an envelope rather than post it to me with the monthly statement. I'm requesting for a dozen envelopes at one go. Wonder if they'll entertain my request. Hehe.

X-Men First Class: la bande d'annonce débarque , swiped from El Allaoui Omar on Flickr. Several weeks back, KH was back in town to visit his parents. Timing was great as I got to use my replacement leave for Agong's Birthday and book him for the whole of Monday. In the morning, SK and I picked him up and had breakfast at Kuchai Lama. Then we drove SK to her office in Damansara Uptown ( tempat yang pening ) before proceeding to Tropicana City Mall. Since our movie was at 11:00am, we had some time to kill at the mall. When the time came, we went into the cinema to catch "X-Men: First Class" . From the title, I thought it was some "X-Men" meets "Saved by the Bell" movie. Luckily it wasn't. Super enjoyable with enough character development and action rolled into one. Particularly enjoyable was seeing how Magneto got the way he is. The director did well melding retro with futuristic. Didn't feel out of place at all. After the movie, we picked

Hi guys. My filler posts have run dry and I still have not found the time to write my next "European Exercise" episode. And I have yet to process the photos from France too! So you'll have to make do with this rare installment from MarketWhat(tm). Judging from this sexyback photo I took at the OUG Wet Market, do you think that this guy is gay? How many percent? Let the assessment begin!

Neustadt-Nord , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Woke up the next morning to the smell of fried eggs and toast. Our hosts, Mike and Matthias were already awake preparing us breakfast. Mike looked like your typical buffed German with silver hair and chiseled face, while his boyfriend was much younger than him. The kid mostly kept quiet and did the cooking while the former did all the talking. Mike could speak some English but I wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying as i could see the outline of his thick cock against his sweatpants. Huh. In the day, finally could see the place clearly. Typical gay house with plenty of decorations and very neat. Outside the kitchen, were crates of beer and sexy underwear left out to dry. They ushered us to the dining table and invited us to eat. In order to give us some space, they retreated into the bedroom. In addition to the cold cuts and buns, we cooked some of the wurst that Jaz had brought for us. For drinks, we had coffee an

Stainless steel. Sounds so clean right? Unfortunately, it couldn't be farther from the truth. On the LRTs, the material is usually used for the poles and handrails. When one touches a stainless steel pole, the expected feeling is one of metallic coolness and an unbeatable smoothness. However, on the LRT, what one can expect is usually a grimy feeling left behind by a barrage of sweaty commuters, whose hands you don't have visited how many bodily orifices. The poles are the perfect place to leave behind patches of dead skin mingled with human oil, creating an interesting greasy poultice that clings... So one can't blame Polly and Patty here who have found a way to protect themselves from unhygienic poles... a quick fix of paper napkins and unwanted flyers. Next time, they should really just pull on some gloves, or just put a handy can of Lysol in their handbags. Ever found anything more disgusting in the LRT?

Magic Square , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Early the next morning, we dragged ourselves out of bed although we were quite tired. All in the name of beating the queue at Basílica i Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada Família . However, we still had to line up for an hour in the cold. :S. Ate breakfast in the queue-- bought an on over-priced panini with way too much coriander flakes. We took turns standing. One would stay while the other would go exploring around the exterior. Much construction was still ongoing after more than a century. The spires were flanked by cranes and one can see the difference between new stone and weathered stone. Once the line started moving, we got in rather quickly. The entrance was through the Passion Façade, a work by Josep Maria Subirachs. Depicts the Passion of the Christ through the use of "bare-bone" sculptures with rigid and angular lines. I didn't quite like it. Inside, I was awed by the sheer size of the nave. Gigantic columns rose

Nice shorts! , swiped from Vaughanoblapski! on Flickr. Jogging at Taman Bukit Jalil can swing from boring to motivational depending on the position of the stars and the planets. Just two weeks back I was trying to match my pace with a fit jogger who had pinged my gaydar. That didn't go as planned. Didn't manage to catch up and ended up pulling my hamstring. Damn. A week after, I had thought my legs were recovered... but just after five minutes, the pain emerged from deep within! Shit. So I was relegated to brisk walking with some intermittent hobbling. But just as I was about to leave, a gay couple appeared. One fella was dressed in a loose tank top and some basketball shorts but his friend really knew how to turn heads. His gym-toned body was clad in a one-size-too-small tank top, and he wore hot pants that would even make Lex of the Jaylex Foundation blush. The pants were a deep red... short and tight. Obviously not for sports as he even wore a belt with it. If he actually r

Do You Have The Black Plague? , swiped from ButYoureLikeReallyPretty.com on Flickr. After blogging for years and years, I have to come to see a pattern in reader behaviour. We all know that sex sells and yadda, yadda, yadda... but I also noticed that one should not post anything on a Friday. Readership always sucks on that day. I have no idea why. Any theories to share?

St. George's Day , a photo by williamnyk on Flickr. On our third day in Spain, we visited the hospital. Don't worry, it wasn't due to some sex-related accident the night before. Hospital de la Santa Creu i de Sant Pau was actually a fully-functioning hospital until mid-2009, but it's now closed for restoration. Sant Pau means Saint Paul. Nothing to do with char siew pau , k? Lluís Domènech i Montaner designed the place and his idea behind the breathtaking complex is that the beauty of its surroundings would help patients to recover quicker. With the closure, we had only access to a small fraction. The interiors were off-limits except for one building that housed an expo-- "9 Conditions for a World Without Poverty". Truth be told, the place looks like a small village with the buildings resembling churches rather than hospital blocks. Lucky for us, the cathedral inside the hospital grounds was open. A small bunch of octogenerians were busy setting up the plac

Duanwu Jie , a photo by williamnyk on Flickr. It's the Duanwu Festival today-- the time for glutionous rice dumplings aka zongzi . Basically, one can eat 'em all year round, but for the sake of tradition, we like to jostle for it once a year at ballooned prices. Of all the varieties out there, my favourite is the ham yuk zong . Definitely with meat. Vegetarian versions don't cut it. Must be savoury. Salty ( nyonya zong? sweet meat... tak sedap! ). Although I don't eat the fatty bits, I feel that the oil that comes out is important to make the zong moist and fragrant. But I don't eat any old ham yuk zong , I prefer those with kidney beans. Green beans just doesn't do it for me. Other than that, chestnuts and salted egg yolk are pre-requisites for me. Dried shrimp or oysters are a plus. They do add a special flavour to it, but to me it's not a must-have. I also cannot accept jianshui zong . My mum loves it. Never a fan. Just tastes wrong... chemical-y. Heh

Had a weird dream last  night. Robert Redford was in it, believe it or not. And I'm not even a fan. In the dream, he was gay, and he was waiting for his boyfriend outside a restroom. For some reason, he was talking to me. After a while, his boyfriend came out and he left the conversation. As he turned away, I noticed that his right hand was actually a goat's hoof. He was wearing a glamor. A demon in disguise. Eek. No more reading "Hellblazer" before bedtime. An overload of John Constantine. :S