will i am's delayed diary

john constantine by Gabriel Hardman , swiped from giantsizegeek on Flickr. In your circle of friends, which name is the gayest of them all? For me, Jason takes the prize. But someone recently remarked, "Isn't it Calvin ?" What is it for you? "First rule of magic: Don't let anyone know your real name. Names have power." -- John Constantine, Books of Magic

Bamboo Groove, Kyoto , swiped from Yuki--chan on Flickr. Little Cyan is already three years old and he is beginning to show his tiger stripes. The kid is quite a handful now and is difficult to manage. A stubborn streak is showing up where he refuses to listen to reason and will just throw a tantrum until he gets what he wants. Most of the time, we have to use reverse psychology. So far, his parents have still been sticking to the modern school of child upbringing and have not resorted to more 'manual' methods. In my opinion, the kid has already seen through the whole situation and knows that he will eventually get his way. As the evil uncle, my temper is already at near blowing point. But of course I will respect his parent's wishes. But I think there's really not much choice anymore. A rotan for Christmas! Spare the rod and spoil the child? Melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya? What do you think?

Pentagonal , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Halfway through mass on Sunday, the power was cut off. No lights. No PA system. No projector. The poor deacon had to shout through his sermon. Fortunately, the air-conditioning was still running. At first, I thought it was a blown fuse or something, but it turned out that even the nearby shops were blacked out. Oh well. Lunch was at SK's place. Had been a long time since she cooked. She tried a few unconventional dishes that day-- steamed egg with fish ( to please my nephew. Not really a good combination because the dish ended up quite fishy ), steamed chicken wings with salted egg and Chinese parsley ( an award-winning dish in Singapore in seems! ), stir-fried choy yun , blanched lean pork and herbal soup. A little drama happened after lunch because Cyan got over-zealous in drinking his water that he vomitted all over my mum in the bathroom. Opps! Took us some time to clean up before heading home. Not long after getting home, we went...

Lammeeya III , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Last Sunday, SK and I attended English mass before heading off to Lammeeya , Damansara Uptown for breakfast. The reason for the change in routine was because KT's graduation was on that day. We wanted to congratulate her for obtaining her masters degree in educational psychology from UPM. Breakfast consisted of their trademark lam mee and one udon version. Shared between the three of us as the set also came with meatballs and fried beancurd skin. Truth be told, I love their meatballs althought I am not a fan of meatballs. The texture is good and it has the fragrance of dried cuttlefish. Yummy! Their lam mee is good, but every time I eat it, I tell myself that I have stay away for at least three months. Don't know why. We reached UPM at about 11:00am. The sun was relentless and the designated car park was quite far from the main hall. However, most people were too happy to notice that they were being grilled under their mortar ...

Hi guys and gals! I'm back with a long overdue entry on MRT cuties. It's been dry season on the LRT lately, so luckily KH has some goodies for all of you. Quite the norm these days for commuters to be looking at their smart phones for the whole journey. No more staring into space and digging our noses. Even I can't keep my iPhone in my pocket for more than two minutes. I would be thinking that there's some kind of notification or something. So most of the time, I'd be checking my inbox, looking at FB, playing Tiny Tower ( a bit malas these days ) and checking out photos on Instagram ( read: looking for skanky pics ). I rarely stuff my ears and listen to music. Has been ages since I updated my playlist too. Any recommendations for my "On the Go" playlist? Oh yeah, and one more thing. Just look at those two guys. They represent two categories of commuters. The guy on the left loves his bag more than his back, so he keeps it slung. The guy on the right doesn...

Afternoon Tea , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Grat asked me out for afternoon tea on Saturday ( so ngam it was a Guan Yin feast day ) at The Gardens Mall and just so happened Finnegan was in town again so I requested them to combine the meet. Luckily both of 'em were obliging ( but I think they did not have a choice ). Sorry to say I was late for half an hour that day, so by the time I arrived at Pastis , I saw Grat sipping Lavazzo coffee at one table and Finnegan just beside him reading a book. I should have described Finnegan to Grat so that perhaps they could have kept each other occupied before my arrival. According to Grat, he saw Finnegan earlier, wondering why an ang moh was pacing up and down. LOL. without wasting any time, I asked Finnegan to move over to our table and introduced him to Grat and SK. At the start of the conversation, we paid our full attention to the guest but as time went we couldn't help ourselves but to bith about local issues and at times laps...

Last Friday, Pooh made a visit to KL with his bf, ZaiZai. As usual, he asked me to organize a dinner party. A thankless job really. Since he was staying with Jo Tetek at Puchong Jaya, I decided to have it at The Geographer at IOI Boulevard. On arrival, SK and I found the place to be super crowded, maklumlah Friday is drinking night. On top of that, it was noisy and full of ciggie smoke, but I guess that is to be expected from a bar. Since everyone else had not arrived, we went scouting for an alternative. Upon seeing The Pork Place , we checked out the menu and decided that it was kosher for our purposes. :P. At first I thought it was only a party of serven, but at the last minute, Pooh told me to set a table for twelve. Goodness. And after everything was ready, he told me that there were actually two muslims coming. I was flabbergasted. Bah. I just waited for him to arrive and decide further upon it. Luckily, his friend did not mind it and found something pork-less to eat. That n...

Typical Breakfast , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Early next morning, we packed up and got ready to check out. Before heading to mass, Sis brought us to breakfast at Restoran Weng Soh Siew that is famous for two things-- nasi lemak and yu kaw noodles. To me, yu kaw noodles is basically fishball and fishcake noodles done in the dry style. Doesn't sound very special right? But the hor fun was very good ( reminiscent of a lighter chu cheong fun ) and the chili gravy that come with the food was good. To me, the nasi lemak was just average. Typical Chinese version that is sweet-ish with kangkung . But little Cyan whacked it all anyway. We were supposed to celebrate mass at St. Francis Xavier Church in town, but having passed by St. Peter's Church first, we decided to go there instead. It's the oldes church in Melaka, built in 1710. It had been renovated with a wood-paneled ceiling but I guess most of the original architecture remained. The altar was also pre-dominan...

Mille Crepe , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. My brother-in-law's little brother was getting married in Melaka, so we made a little trip down. The good thing was, he rented a big house in Taman Pertam Jaya, so lodging was free. Very spacious, fully-furnished and nicely-renovated for just MYR300 a night. Heard that many developers fail to sell their bumi lots, so they are forced rent them out or transform them into motels to recoup their losses. The journey took about two hours with SK testing the limits of her Viva. Arrived at Melaka a bit too early as the tea ceremony was still ongoing, so we decided to take a detour to Jasin to visit my uncle. His health seems to have deteriorated the last I saw him in Tangkak. Age is catching up and his chronic bone and joint problems don't seem to get any better. He brought us out to lunch nearby. Had a chicken rice that would be suitable for toothless people. No chewing was required to eat the rice and chicken. Arrived back in Melaka...

An anonymous commenter concluded from my last post that I must be a bottom because I have such sensitive nipples. I don't know how true this analysis is as my experience with men is limited to KH. Can't really make an observation based on my limited data set! Haha. Well, at the start, KH never did appreciate any nipple play. But under my constant minstrations, he can now appreciate some of it. When I get through with him, I'll make sure that he gets a woodie on every tweak. :P. Back to the question: Based on your experience, do bottoms have more sensitive nipples than tops?

Sushi Tei , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Brought mum to Tropicana City Mall for a movie on Sunday after church. We weren't very hungry cause we ate free doughnuts distributed by the Society of St. Vincent De Paul in conjunction with their feast day. Therefore, we only had a light lunch at Sushi Tei before the movie. My first time there actually. Ordered a plate of salmon belly sushi and a plate of kaki mentai sushi ( oyster mayo ). Both were quite good. In addtition to that, shared a bowl of yosenabe . Walking out of the restaurant, I was diverted to the www.yuberactive.com booth to register my name for a lucky draw. When I handed over the piece of paper to the buxom promoter, she exclaimed: "So lucky! Big Momma's Pajamas!!!!" It was movie merchandise from the movie "Big Momma's Like Father Like Son"-- giant pink pajama with a pair of XXXXXL panties. My mum altered the top and its now wearable. At the center court, a junior rhythmic gymnastic tour...

Bak Zhang , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Didn't do much marketing on Saturday. Just made a few quick stops in OUG and Taman United before heading home. For breakfast we had Woo Pin 's fish head noodles. Shared a large bowl with mum. Although I often order the fresh belly meat, I still do feel that it goes the best with fried fish. Another favourite stall of mine is at TTDI, at the corner near Peek-a-boo. The fish meat is fried to a golden-brown with no unpleasant oil smell and it retains the moistness and sweetness of the fish. And it comes heavily-garnished with chinese celery and cooking wine. Yummy. Mum went out at around noon, so I was left to my own devices. Munched on a packet of steamed chickpeas. Really love the stuff. Used to buy it from the stalls at bus stations during my youth. Had a late lunch of bak zhang from OUG. For just MYR4, it was large and filled with half a salted egg yolk, mushroom, white kidney beans and fatty pork. Ate it while watching The Infid...

From my last skanky post about nipple licking I have noticed that many readers by the fact that I have EDT on my nipples. I don't know about you, but I spray my EDT on my body rather than on my clothes. A quick spritz on my chest and abdomen usually does the trick. Experts recommend applying fragrance at your pulse points because body heat intensifies the effect. Some people say that by spraying on your clothes, you risk staining them and clothes do not retain fragrance as well as your skin. But some people recommend walking through a mist of perfume in your clothes. Opinions differ. My choice of location is kinda odd when you consider that the usual places are the neck and wrists. Perhaps I shall try those places too. Hehe. How do you wear your fragrance?

Sephora Spot , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. As we were discussing what breakfast to have and finally decided on pan mee at Jojo's Little Kitchen, KH suddenly had a change of heart and revealed his craving for nasi lemak . The only decent choice was Pappa Rich at Puchong Jaya. Then off we went to The Pavilion for some jalan-jalan . Also visited Sephora and Fahrenheit 88. Seeing how idle the staff at Snowflake were, we decided to give it a try. Got the bestseller, but ordered the variety. Think we should have gone with the cold. Also tried their pearl milk tea. I wasn't too impressed with both items. I only liked the peanuts in the dessert, was really large and fragrant. Tokyo Street was also a new addition that I had not seen. The concept's very much like what Singaporean malls had been practising for some time. The lunch crowd was a bit scary, so we shopped at Daiso first before lining up at Hokkaido Ramen: Santouka for a while. Business was very brisk for somethi...

In the heat of our passion, KH kissed me hard on my lips. His hands would go roaming to my chest as he knows his touch would elicit an appreciative response from me. Not feeling satisfied with my moan, he unbuttoned my shirt and put his warm mouth to my right nipple. The feeling was electric. But it ended abruptly. He sat up and licked his lips. I opened my eyes and looked at him: Moi: What's wrong dear? KH: Is that perfume I taste in my mouth? Moi: XD. Yup. Esprit Connect. We continued where we left off. LOL.

Hot Soup , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Our day started with breakfast at Restoran Rishadh , our favourite neighbourhood mamak shop. KH got his roti telur bawang fix. A light breakfast before our spa appointment at Desa Sri Hartamas. He forwarded me the promotion on Groupon, so we went to give it a try. Took us a while to find the place because we forgot to bring the address and phone number and had to dig it out from the e-mails. When we finally arrived, we rang the doorbell but nobody answered. Wanting to use the loo, I went back downstairs to pinjam tandas at the mamak shop. On the ground floor, a Korean woman spoke to me in Korean, and I just went "Huh?!". Realizing that I'm not Korean ( not hard to figure out kan? Suneo is obviously Japanese ), she asked me where the toilet was. I beckoned her to follow me to the mamak shop. LOL. By the time I went back up, the PIC had returned. Turned out to be a middle-aged PRC woman who looked suspiciously like a mama-s...