will i am's delayed diary

I spent new year's eve at IOI City Mall again. Brought mum to the many boutiques selling plus-sized clothes. Bumped into Pidut at Factorie. Every time I meet him, he seems to be with another cute guy. At around 4:00 PM, mum and I stopped for tea time at Sepiring . Used up a free voucher I had for a bowl of curry laksa . I don't think I will ever go back to that place. They don't seem understaffed nor overwhelmed with customers, but they just don't seem to function well. Can you imagine that they took my voucher and 15 minutes later told me that I had a choice of 3 items. What the heck were they doing? And many tables weren't cleaned up although it wasn't the peak period. Definitely corroborates with the tips left in Foursquare. The prawns in the curry weren't fresh and the additional ABC I ordered was possessed by the syrup demon. Oh well. As usual, there was a special new year's eve mass at church. Surprisingly, SK tagged along. After mass, ther

Today marks the 9th year KH and I joined our hearts together. From not knowing much about each other we learned how to read each other's moods. From being insecure and jealous we became trusting. From being a single entity we started sharing all we had. From just the two of us we surrounded ourselves with caring friends. From cuti-cuti Malaysia  we explored the world together. From sugar-coated sex to graduated to something more primal. From an LDR we progressed to living in the same city. From the background, KH slowly eased to the foreground of my family life. From boyfriends we progressed to hubbies ( nearly got married! ).  I love you baby.

On the 30th of December, KH took leave to service his car and spend time with me. To simplify logistics, he sent his car to the Honda service center at Taman Equine in the morning. Compared to the service consultants at Nissan, the people at Honda don't seem too experienced. Once KH dropped off his car, we went off hunting for breakfast. Packed some noodles and nasi lemak  from Restoran Shui San  nearby. Spied a stall with a sign that reeked of Google Translate. We ate at my sister's house with my mum and the monsters. A very lively affair. At around 10:30 AM, we went back to my house to pick up some stuff. But that turned into a quickie sex session. Kinda messed with our schedule because we had a movie to catch at IOI City Mall at noon. We made it just in time to watch "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" . Not a bad movie really and the title is really apt. Its about awakenings, though a bit too convenient. And I'm not very fond of the angst-y villain. Exited

Boxing Day saw me at the wet market. Once in a while, something interesting pops up like the giant lingzhi  displayed by a Chinese medicine vendor. As usual had my favourite soup noodles but spiced it up a bit with curry chicken legs. Lazed away the whole afternoon and in the evening attended a Christmas party hosted by Janvier and The Chief. Like past years, there were several factions of party guests-- BFF ( DanielH was missing this year cause he relocated to Manila ), TTDI-ans and The Chief's family. The BFF were represented by KH and I, BeautifulMale, JJ, Bunny and SK. It was a potluck and as usual the hosts prepared roast turkey ( perfect Christmas feel ) and curry chicken ( perfect Malaysiana feel ). Food was great but the drinks stole the limelight. Janvier uncorked bottle after bottle of sweet-ish red that quickly made BeautifulMale tipsy. And when the vodka-infused watermelon was unveiled, we went crazy. For some reason, our conversation with Bunny that night revolve

Since I had six days of annual leave to clear by the end of 2015, I took Christmas eve off. Spent time with the kids. KH wasn't working as well and he came over with a Christmas present from KT. The kids pester me about about opening the gifts under their Christmas tree every single day, so I let them have a go at KT's present. They were ecstatic. Inside was numerous imported candies, biscuits, chocolates and minced pies. Their favourite was the chocolate eggs. In the evening, the kids followed us to Christmas vigil mass which had a cantata and a small nativity play. Surprisingly, they were quite well-behaved. Perhaps it was the periodic Koko Krunch feedings that I gave them. Had a late dinner at Carbon Brasa , Puchong Jaya. The pasta and French toast was compatible with the kids. Before going home, we stopped by at Donutes  to get some bread. Of all days, it turned out to be their member's day. Only one cashier was open and the queue snaked around the bakery. Best th

Right after mass, I brought mum to Midvalley Megamall to look at the Christmas decorations. I wasn't daunted by the red lights on the parking board. I summarily ignore it and made for parking zone B. What a mistake that was. I wasn't prepared for the basement bedlam. Took me forty minutes to get a parking space after inching my way up and down for many iterations. Nearly went mad and I was still feeling a bit sick. But the Christmas decorations at The Gardens Mall was quite rewarding. Very colourful and oriental. Wonder if they will retain it up till Chinese New Year. Ate a light lunch at Hokkaido Ichiba . For winter solstice reunion 2015, mum wasn't in the mood to slave in the kitchen because for the whole month, she had been pulling her hair out taking of the monsters day and night. It's the same year in, year out because its the busy period for my BIL's business. So, she set a budget and asked me to organize a dinner for family and close friends. Dear KH

Note: A topic triggered by Nicky. I don't remember when I started having di s, but I think it was some time in 2008. For some reason, some people look up to me as their gor . I had a whole collection so to say. Not that I was collecting, but I somehow managed to get a following of sorts. First and foremost was Joe . He identified himself as the President of My Di Association. Then there was Kenzon who got me acquainted with Rich who was his boyfriend. There was also Chester and Jase. With Jase, there was a connection to KT my mei  and PluBoy. Did I leave anyone out? But I really wonder what that means to be someone's gor . How big of an did impact did we make in each other's lives? Did I dispense sagely advice? Was I their rock in a tumultuous sea of gay drama? Was I always there for them? Did they look to me for direction in life? Was I someone for them to manja  with? Or was it just a taken social connection just for the heck of it? Today, my  di s have all grown up