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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...