will i am's delayed diary

Some 7 years ago, my mum sold off a terrace house in Bercham, Ipoh. That house gave us a lot of headaches for years due to problematic tenants, legal issues, and unpaid taxes. In my late-father's master plan, he was supposed to retire there, but he never got the chance. Anyway, we were thrilled when the adjacent owner wanted it. During the sale, my mother exercised her once in a lifetime real property gain tax waiver. By that virtue, part of the down payment ( 2% of selling price ) for the sale was remitted to the tax authorities pending the processing of the waiver. For years and years we heard nothing from them. Chased them through our lawyer but got nothing. In the middle of last year, our lawyer finally got a reply from the tax department but it went silent again. Mum was getting pissed with them. Finally decided to make a complaint to their headquarters via their website feedback form . Surprisingly, I got a reply after 6 days, and was directed to their Teluk Intan branch. A ...

A miracle has happened-- my blog is actually up to date! That being the case, don't expect to see daily posts. My life isn't that interesting. Those back-to-back posts in the past were my attempts at catching up. For the mundane stuff, you'd have to stalk me on Facebook. Unless I start doing underwear of the day posts. LOL. That's a thought. 

Malaysia was still in the tight grip of the pandemic, so the international borders were still closed. For the first time, my brother was not home for reunion dinner. He was stuck in Singapore, ordering take out for dinner with his flat-mates, Although my brother couldn't make it, we were joined by SK. The Tribe organized their own reunion hotpot dinner, and KH ate with his parents. Since last year. he had wanted us to have a joint reunion dinner. I didn't agree in 2020, and this year, the SOPs answered on my behalf. On the eve of the Chinese New Year, I was busy outside washing the cars, cleaning the carpets, and vacuuming the interiors, while mum was busy in the kitchen preparing dish after dish of yummy food. By the time I was done, I felt that the sun had nearly fried my brains.  Although there was only three of us, that never stopped mum from cooking up a feast. Here's what we had on the table: Pepper pig stomach soup Fried Threadfin Steamed Cod Pan-fried scallops and p...

MCO weekdays are pretty standard for me. Mornings would be spent at home, and by lunch time, I would drive over to my sister's house. Work would continue there until after dinner. Imagine my surprise when one evening, I discovered that the rear windscreen of SK's car was fully-cracked! When I listened carefully, I could still make out faint cracking sounds. Think the only thing holding it together was the tinting. What could have caused it? Don't think that anyone was cutting the grass that afternoon. Didn't even hear any kids playing outside. First thing I did was get the motor insurance policy from SK. Luckily she bought additional windscreen coverage. I tried calling AXA Affin, her underwriter, but it was past their operating hours. A quick check on Low Yatt forum revealed that I did not need to contact the underwriter to perform a claim. The panel workshop would settle everything. Found a list of AXA Affin's authorized workshops for windscreen replacement on the...

Anal sex is definitely not for people who can't stand the idea of shit. Ew. Ew. Ew. When you're playing with your bum, there's no escaping that fact. Having said that, we try our best to keep things clean for sex.  Bottoms definitely have to deal with that shit. Pun intended. When preparing for a skank session with KH, I have three best friends: Dietary fiber Bulb enema Water-based lubricant These things link to my need to douche before bottoming. At different points of my life, I realize that my shit-o-meter changes. LOL. Sometimes I'm very regular, and produce near perfect doodies every time. At those times, bottoming is very convenient. My chute would be clean, and getting ready for sex would be a breeze. At times, the 'consistency' changes, and I'm left with a lot of 'stragglers' in my rectum. Troublesome as heck to get ready. During such circumstances, I would probably need to use the bulb enema. Clean it with hand soap before use ( and of cours...

NotMyPM announced another round of MCO for several states starting from the 13th of January till Boxing Day. On the eve of the movement control order, KH and I went out for dinner at nearby Bukit Jalil. Brew House at Aurora Place was teeming with customers. Last chance to have a beer with buddies I guess. Looked kinda scary because it was packed. We ate at Nonya Platter instead. Shared a plate of Portuguese fried noodles and a hot teh tarik . The meal didn't leave KH satisfied. He wanted more! Headed down to Super Seven to look for some roasted meat, but the non- halal section was not operating. Opps!    Took a leisurely walk back to Bukit Jalil City in search of our second dinner. Discovered Goong Bar which looks like a gay bar / bistro. Can visit when times are better. Hopefully it will survive. In the end, we ate pork noodles Like Mee Noodle House . A pretty thick pork broth, but not to KH's liking. I won't be going back because the waiters practically throw the menu o...

A surprise arrived in the mail, and it was a silky smooth pair of Toot trunks. E-commerce has made things so easy. From Kentucky, my friend made the order on thejockshop.com which is based in Singapore. On the other hand, I put in my order on n2nbodywear.com, and my gift didn't have to travel halfway around the world to reach him. And of course, no need to pay a bomb for postage!