will i am's delayed diary

HBO Served Here Swiped from TactixCreative . HBO is lovely. To date, I have watched "Troy" five times, "G.I. Joe" three times, "Star Trek" six times and "Dark Knight" twice. Reruns. The essence of pay TV. Yum Yum Yum. Ooohh... time to catch "Watchmen" for the second time! Pick you jaw up from floor. I just leave the TV on and listen from my room while I'm online. Hehe. Anyway, any movie that you can watch over and over again? Please don't say "Titanic". I beg you.

Snoring Husband Swiped from BRS Facial Spa . Zzz... snrk... zzzzz... snrkkk!! Yes, my roommate snores. He goes from zero to snoring in 30 seconds. That's quite something, right? ( actually KH also holds a similar record ) Honestly, snorers don't bother me. Somehow I manage to filter out the sound. Even so, I am grateful that KH does not snore. I don't think I snore either, but I do know that I used to talk in my sleep. Would sometimes sit up in bed and mumble something unintelligible and then shut up. Years back, I had a roommate who did the same thing. One night it would be me. On another night, it would be him. I really wonder if I mumbled out any secrets at those times~~ "mumble.. I masturbated on your bed this afternoon... mumble" My mother on the other hand, grits her teeth. And it's quite loud! Not good for the teeth le. Well, back to my roommate. His snoring is actually quite useful. Whenever I hear his snoring, I would know that the coast is clear

Economy rice in Penang Swiped from fortesfidelis . Although there are quite a number of shops selling decent food near my hotel, my roommate and I still narrow our choice down to two. People are always like that. Less choices, they complain. Too many choices, they cannot decide. So for me, it's always either Sui Heng or Golden Leaf . Why? I guess it's the price and taste. It's the only two shops selling decent Chinese mixed rice. And the letter even has roasted items like pork ribs and duck. I think the waitresses at both shops come to expect seeing us there. Not surprised if this is what they whisper under their breath: "Here comes the cilaka migrant worker who only take the BND3.00 mixed rice and drink warm water" They don't even bother to ask us anymore these days. Haha. At least over here, fish is counted the same like any other meat. In KL... "Fish ma, sure more expensive!" Do you have a regular shop that you go to?

Thien Thien Swiped from williamnyk . Out of boredom, we arranged a free shuttle service to The Mall , Gadong on Saturday. Turns out that the hotel I'm staying in is managed by a huge real estate group that also owns The Mall and a string of other properties around town. Hence the free ride. My roommate and I were chauffered over in a cool black MPV with automatic doors. Didn't manage to catch the make and model though. The Mall is quite big really, but the location really leaves a lot to be desired. Located just beside the highway, but the exit is a giant roundabout that is really difficult for Bruneian drivers as they are really not gung-ho enough on the road. And you know what? To get into the shopping mall, one has to go through a small road that snakes around the Pasar Gadong ( a food haven for all things cheap and loaded with hydrocarbons ). To cut a long story short, we finished The Mall in just under forty five minutes. Arguably better retail space than in Yaya

Rishi Swiped from Motohashimarabia . Truth be told, I have never opened my palette to guys of Indian descent before. In the early days of 1515 dial-up, I had a thing for Caucasians. Then that shifte to Jap, Chink and more Jap. Well, I have oogled at some hot specimens like Rishi Idnani, but that's about it. And so, it came as a surprise to me when I had a skanky dream about an Indian dude. One of those elaborate dreams where I was skulking in the underground HQ of a cult ( no idea if it was a sado-masochstic gay cult, but a cult lo ). I raced from chamber to chamber, avoiding detection ( more Austin Powers than James Bond slick ). But in the end, I was discovered by an Indian lab assistant. I dunno what he was doing there, but for all I know he was devising some evil cult lubricant. He caught my wrist and the next thing I know, I had pulled him close and started kissing him ( heroes should always use this move to throw enemies off guard ). The scene kinda blurred from there. F

In my previous post, I mentioned that there were two semi-cuties in my Brunei office. Both are on the opposite spectrum. One medium build. The other small build. One goody-goody. The other bad boy. One hardly smiles. The other has a cheeky grin. One has a long fringe. The other has a ruffled, James Dean look. But today, lets focus on candidate #1, Mr. Goody. Both have skin as white as snow. So, when Mr. Goody has a mark on his neck, it defintely catches the eye. Even my straight colleague noticed: "Wei, is that fella sporting a lovebite?" But the truth of the matter is, it's a perpetual lovebite. Day One~ Still there. Day Two~ Still. Day Three~ Still there. Conclusion? Birthmark lo... Haha. Sorry la, no pics. Use your imagination, k? Wakakaka.

moses Swiped from fee_rachel . It took a little more than a week to purchase a prepaid sim card starter pack in BSB. In particular, I was looking for Brunei's 'most saleable' prepaid sim card, i.e Easi by DTSCom . In the city center, I went from kiosk to kiosk, shop to shop, but nobody seemeds to sell it. If you want the reload card, they got plenty. Reminds me of Alanis Morisette's lyrics~ "ten thousand spoons when all you need is a fork...". I was nearly giving up, but then I found that there was a DSTCom branch just beneath my balls, at the nearby Yayasan. After lunch, I dashed over and made my purchase. Was thrilled that it took only ten minutes plus registration. FYI, it cost me BND30 for the starter pack with only BND5 credit inside. Unlike in Malaysia, Bruneians get a raw deal with prepaid. BND5 lasts you only 7 days. And each call you pick up is charged BND0.20. My favourite is the fact that if you don't reload the card, your credit will be fo

che Swiped from ewilman . FYI, this is something that happened ages ago. Around three years ago, when I first started dating KH. Don't think I've ever blogged about this ( but if I did, then just blame my aging brain ). Found nothing after searching through my 1000+ posts. Being based at the Masjid Jamek area, I would sometimes venture down to the KLCC area to have lunch with the Jaylex Foundation, EarlGrey and Leggy. Maklumlah , long lunch break on Fridays. Well, nothing special about that, just that my trip back to the office was quite out of the ordinary. As I was waiting for the PUTRA LRT to arrive at Ampang Park, I spotted two tourists. One tall and a bit chubby, while the other was short and cheeky ( lets call 'em Chubby and Cheeky ). In their 30s I think. Cheeky had a straw hat on his head. I looked at them. They looked at me. The difference was, Cheeky gave me a big grin. I pretended not to see. We boarded the same, mostly empty train car. Standing by the d

Lucky Restaurant is a typical Chinese restaurant in Bandar Seri Begawan. Downstairs is catered for exress meals where rice is served with roasted meats and upstairs, one gets air-conditioning and enough space to hold a wedding banquet. There's of course a stage flanked by very traditional wood carvings of a dragon and a phoenix. In KL, you'd most probably only see a cheap styrofoam representation. The prices there are quite fair, not costing more than the other coffee shops nearby. So in a way, it's more value for money. The waitresses even dress up like SQ air stewardesses ( but looks wise, more like retired air stewardess la ). Huhu. But the only thing 'lucky' about the place is the name. No cute waiters or kitchen staff for me to ogle at. Sigh. At least the lala kids at the Laksamana College of Business provide some respite. Food-wise, Lucky Restaurant serves up quite a big portion. Quite tasty too. So far I had tasted their beef kuay teow and Singapore bihun .

This is the view that greats me whenever I use the toilet cubicle on the 10th floor of my client's office... quite a view isn't it? Thank goodness there are no higher buildings nearby, else the mid length window would be quite a spectacular view for the neighbours. Tee hee. As you can see, I have aged the photo, but the buildings don't look out of place at all kan ? Welcome to the Twilight Zone!

See the guy on the left? With the earphones? Not cute, right? Well, the reason I noticed was due to his beautiful voice . There I was in the train fiddling with my iPhone when I heard a very weird sound from the other side of the train. Sounded very much like a kid whining. I looked left. I looked right. ( not trying to cross the street la ). Yet I did not see any kids. Ignore it. Then the strange whining started again. Huh? The train was only half-full, but still I could not find the source of the sound. Then I looked straight ahead. Karaoke Kyaw was happily mumbling along to the song he was listening too. Myanmarese was my first guess. Pretty amazing, not much lip movement and he could throw his voice to one side of the train! Do you ever put on your earphones in your office and start singing? My ex-colleague used to do it and boy it was quite a spectacle. A quiet office atmosphere suddenly punctuated with very jiwang ( inspired by Savante ) and off-key singing. Everyone would look

Young people going out on a friday night Swiped from Vueltaa . If you can speak Malay, you should be able to surive in Brunei. It's pretty much the same breed of language, with certain exceptions. The first thing I noticed was their fondness for the word "bah". Kinda like the equivalent of our "lah", except infinitely more flexible. It fits most situations. Can use it to agree, get attention, and even prohibit. And they "kita" instead of "awak" as a sign on respect. Confusing kan ? Then you have your "ngak payah" and "ngak buleh" that somehow just rolls off the tongue with a funny melody to it. Quite fun to use. And instead of "tidak", they use "inda". Then they have a whole lot of "Dayangku"s and "Awangku"s floating around... people with royal lineage. On top of this, I just found out that when Bruneians say "belayar", they actually mean going on a trip. :S. "

Being the bad little Catholic that I am, I still try to partake in the Sunday Mass. Flying down to Brunei, I had already missed it on Sunday. Arriving in Brunei, I went to work trying to locate any nearby parishes. Seems that there is a Church of Our Lady of Immaculate Conception at Jalan Kumbang Pasang. The intersection to that road is not too far a walk from my place actually. Unfortunately, I don't know the exact location. For some reason, the church is not marked on any map in the internet. And even the church's website is down. Quite sad since it's supposed to be the main Catholic church for the Brunei diocese. Can you imagine that I even resorted to a gay cruising site to try to find it? ( interesting to note that www.cruisinggays.com gave that spot 3/5 stars ). In the end, I did not go. Jalan Kumbang Pasang is just too long for me to make a gung-ho church-hunting trip. Instead, I took out my camera and walked along Jalan Tutong towards the bridge over Sungai Kedeya

While doing #1 in the loo of my client's office, this is what I saw on the wall with the urinals... a Urine Colour Chart! to help the staff know their hydration levels. I don't know about their staff, but I find comparing the colour of my pee to a printed chart, midstream no less, to be quite a challenge! Wonder if that campaign caused an increase 'missed shots'. Or perhaps... "Romzi, come look at my pee. You think it's a band 7?"

DSC01067 Swiped from In a bubble . Bruneians seem to have a love affair with air-conditioning. Everywhere I go, the temperatures seem to be super low. It's not even that hot outside ( the weather can be quite pleasant even during lunch ) and the AC is on full blast. One shivers when walking out to the lift lobby. While waiting for my mutton briyani to be served, I warm my hands with a cup of hot water. In my hotel room, even a low setting on the thermostat gets me shivering under the covers ( hmmm, thinking of KH's warm body cuddling me ). Thank goodness I brought my cardigan along. At the supermarket, even the aisles are chilly. I don't even need to elaborate about the frozen section. Gritting my teeth seems to be something I keep on doing subconsciously here. But perhaps that has a bit to do with work and boredom. Heh. Are Bruneians really that 'warm'? ( the cute boys should go green and wear less clothes! ). Or is electricity free over here? I shall ende

Central Park Swiped from williamnyk . Slept quite well on my first night in Brunei, but for some reason missed KH more than usual. Must be the fact that I did not get to hear his voice over the phone. Sigh. Whispered his name to sleep while I imagined that he snuggled beside me under the sheets, keeping me warm. Had weird dreams about running around a German castle and having Japanese food. Bizarre. Woke up the next day feeling the effects of the air-conditioning. Pity my throat and my skin. Have to lather myself with rich body creams and not scrimp on my facial moisturiser. Breakfast was the usual lousy fare. On Monday, the requirements study session with my client started. Had to 'persuade' my colleague to do his job. I wonder which part of Business Analyst he does not understand. But once the ball got rolling, things were better. Thanks goodness the audience was reasonable and not too demanding. The days have kinda rolled by and I've lost track of time, so I won't

before/after: water. Swiped from jordaan mason . Haiyoh.... my roommate does not know how to use the shower curtain. The bathroom floods after he showers! Doesn't he notice that? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that the water is flowing onto the floor and not into the bathtub! Please help! But wait... don't tell me he has fun all over the place and needs to spray off the whole place to clean up?! Yikes!

Semasa Ke LCCT Swiped from Rosli Ahmad . Woke up at 7:30am and did some last minute packing before SK fetched me to the airport. At the LCCT, I looked at the departure board and found my flight AK266 - KSK . What the hell's "KSK"?! Went to ask at the information counter. Turns out that it means "Self Check-In Kiosk". So off I went in search of the kiosk. And what do I see there? Several lines of frustrated passengers trying to check-in. Either the booking could not be found or the machine did not have paper to print out the boarding pass. Perfect. A chinese woman was asking the customer service about the problem, so I in turn asked her about her findings. "You from XYZ company?" Wah, I must have tattoo-ed on my forehead or something. But then, it's not everyday that you have a bunch of typical cheenas going to Bandar Seri Begawan. So off we went to the other cluster or machines. Also hopeless. We ended checking in at the baggage drop-off

Flickr Toothbrush (36th/52) Swiped from skippyjon . You guys remember the toothbrush from my previous post ? Well, that's just one of the many old tootbrushes I have in my bathroom. Once the bristles become too exhausted, I retire the toothbrush and give it a new life scrubbing stubborn stains from my sink. I put it all on the lower tier of the rack hanging on the wall. On the top tier, I have my current toothbrush and other body products. Why do I mention this? To know why, we'll have to rewind back to my trip back to KL from Singapore last month. I was super blur from the delayed flight. And while I was brushing my teeth, I was doing some deep thinking. So things kinda went on auto-pilot. "Hmmm... how come my toothbrush so soft geh...? Spoil already?" Then it hit me like a tonne of bricks. I had brushed using an old, dirty toothbrush! GOODNESS! I immediately rinsed my mouth over and over and over again. Then I proceeded to brush my teeth with lots of tooth

Here's a silver cleaning challenge not unlike those between different brands of laundry detergents. At the Brand X corner, we have the buah lerak that I smuggled in from Jogjakarta. At the Brand Y corner is a chemical cleanser that I bought from a silver shop in Endah Parade. I put both to the test. With the buah lerak , I just need to peel off a little bit of the skin and wet it. Then I brushed the exposed flesh with a toothbrush. Magically, bubbles start to appear. The bubbles were used to clean my tarnished silver ring. No unpleasant smell, but the cleaning power was not that strong, leaving some heavily oxidized spots behind. To complete the challenge, I dipped the ring into the black chemical solution for ten seconds. Definitely smelled of acid! After the time was up, I dumped the ring into some soap solution and brushed the ring. At the end, I ran it through clean water and polished it with a special microfibre cloth. The chemical did a great job, but my skin suffered. Not g

The Faint - 3/11/2007 @ The Waiting Room Swiped from Wetchman . Sleep is very important. Our battery is recharged during that period. With quality sleep, we emerge the next day refreshed and ready to face whatever shit the day has in store for us. Sometimes ( OK la, most of the time ), I will doze on the LRT to catch up on a little more rest. Even if I can't fall asleep, I would rest my eyes. Last Friday, I was awakened from my short nap by a thud. Macam jatuhnya sebii nangka busuk . An African student had collapsed like a log onto the floor. Just that nobody yelled "Timber!". As with all unexpected situations, the other passengers were shocked at what to do at first, but they jumped into action fairly quickly. A space was cleared for her and people started offering water and medicated oil. But she was still incoherent, shaking, crying and grunting in pain. The methyl salicilate had awakened her, so they propped her up. But as soon as they did that, she collapsed

Last Saturday was a holiday from the wet market scene. Mum had found a much cheaper and fresher alternative in our housing area, so going to the wet market is no longer 'critical'. Instead, we went to TC's wedding at the Church of Divine Mercy, Glenmarie. Only my second time there. Nearly got lost going there as we missed a turning, but we made it just in time. Loved the wedding mass. The celebrant, Father Paulino was very moving during his homily and the St. Cecilia choir was very good. SK got to see some of her old coursemates. Many did not recognize her. Mum and I just tagged along as Catholic weddings are usually a quiet affair. Good to swell the numbers a bit. Just one cutie at the wedding. The Edison Chen bad boy type. Complete with fancy, shaved hair. At first I thought he was wearing a cool, giant white earing, but it turned out to be a bandaid. LOL. After mass, lunch was served. Very meaty offerings of curry chicken, roast duck, roast lamb, buttered prawns and samb

BDAY2010SK5 Swiped from williamnyk . Note: I made it! Blogged about this before October ended! Last Saturday was my birthday party with the BFF. SK organized ( always a stressful affair ) the potluck weeks ago and after cracking the whip many times and throwing her weight around, she got things more or less settled. It was said to be the largest gathering of the year but it fell short at the last minute. Haha. But that's always to be expected I told her. Never-the-less, it was an excellent party. We had more than expected and the company was good. Here's a quick roll call of the food: SK: Fried bihun & curry chicken CarpeD: Savoury Fruit & Nut Basmathi Rice, curried eggs and Indian Grilled Spice Chicken KT & Ryan: OtahBoy's Otak-otak Junior & Nivlac: Salad Froggie: Pizza ( tumpang! ) EarlGrey & Dae: Popeye's fried chicken Apollo & Adrian: Suchan's Tiramisu Lifebook: Mini frankfurters The Chief: Soya cincau The Jaylex Foundation: Booze! Bun

What's so special about 10.10.10 that every Ah Lian and Ah Beng wants to get married on that day? Even SK's ex-housemate wanted to, but failed. She got registered on the 11th instead. Anyway, who celebrates the ROM date?! Riding on the popularity of this date, there was a wedding contest at The Pavilion where ten couples of newly-weds vied to be the "Perfect 10". Didn't spot any cuties, but I did see some weird wedding gowns. A very updated version where the groom looked like MJ-meets-Jack Sparrow and the bride looked like she stepped on a giant capsicum. Still, they looked totally precious together. The blushing bride also make good use of some body makeup trying to conceal a tattoo on her shoulder blade. She should have opted for more heavy duty concealers. But with her current style, I'd say that a tattoo isn't exactly out of place. Here's another fashion wave that I totally missed ( but I'm grateful that I missed it )-- leggings for guys. Saw t

Strands of Hair Swiped from thomasfolkeandersen . A glimpse into the future~ KH & I living together. "Dear, you're shedding your hair everywhere! I just swept the floor le. Ish, on the bed also a lot! When are you gonna cut your hair?" "These strands are short la. They're your's. Blek." I'll be looking forward to this. :D

LiuLi Swiped from williamnyk . The usual Sunday ritual-- Mass followed by lunch. For some reason, church was quiter than usual? School holidays again? Macam tak betul . Lunch was prawn mee at Taman Megah. After that, mum had a quick haircut there. I'm still wondering whether her mainland Chinaboy hairstylist is gay. Plausible. Soon after that, we shot up the Penchala Link down to The Pavillion. SK's always the first person to buy something-- an Acca Kappa hairbrush. MYR150. Goodness. Hopefully her hair is less tangled now. Outside the loo, I was approached by three US navy guys ( sounds skanky, no? ) asking if I could help them cancel their hotel registration at the Swiss Garden Hotel. According to them, the front desk of the five-star hotel could not speak English. Incredible. The fellow offered me MYR10 which I declined. Moi: Why do you want to cancel the reservation? Navy Dude: The hotel is too far from here. Moi: Ever heard of a cab? Navy Dude: We don't trust t

Detective Dee and the Mystery of the Phantom Flame (2010) Swiped from moviesvnnet . Birthday or not, I went to the wet market on Saturday. For some unknown reason, there seemed to be less people in town that weekend and that made my visit to the market more pleasant. Unfortunately, I woke up blur and tired that morning and it didn't help that I encountered a burly uncle that morning over a very minor traffic issue. It wasn't a nice start to 30. Breakfast a simple meal of lum mee at the OUG market. After marketing, we immediately went out to Bandar Utama. Firstly, to get some chores out of the way. Was in Center Point to replace my lightning arrestor. The horrid mess of wires under my TV finally exploded causing little Cyan to jump for cover. Luckily my appliances were saved by that magical piece of circuitry. With that out of the way, we swung to One Utama to have a quick bite to eat at CBTL. An avacado chicken sandwich, big brekkie and smoken salmon sandwich at 20% o

glowing dustbin Swiped from eruin_1 . Some random observations about Jogjakarta: The people there seem to have a love affair with dustbins that have a swivel lid. They're everywhere! For cheapo public toilets, shallow cisterns are commonly used with no flushing mechanism. Really not for big business! Over in Malaysia, buildings usually have stone plaques of VIPs who officiated them. In Jogja, they frame up the written messages. They are obsessed with the cartoon "Little Krishna". The blow-up toys are even sold at the roadside. At first I thought they were mini "Avatar" characters! It boggle the minds that Asia's most populous Islamic country has citizens that adore a cartoon with a Hindu god as its main character! This only shows how shallow Malaysians are. Horse carriages are still a common sight. The Jogjakarta Sultanate preserves the traditional dance and music. Even the ancient Javanese writing is still used. This wraps up everything Jogjakarta

Passion's Signature Swiped from Furryscaly . 咖喱鸡 = Curry chicken ( noun ) 种草莓 = To plant strawberries ( verb ) When we first started out, I was quite blind with passion when in bed with KH. Maklumlah , newbie. In my heat, I gave KH a lovebite on his neck. He had a tough time hiding that from his mother and colleagues. And so, from that day on, we made a pact not to mark each other in bed. However, KH recently broke his promise and gave me lovebites during the Jogja trip! And it was already near the end of our trip. One above my navel and the other above my right nipple! I was mortified! ( sorry, no pics! ) So for the first few days I was back, I was very careful not to run around topless. Soon enough, the marks faded... but the memory stays. Hehe. I will have my revenge!

Hello everybody! I'm back with another episode of "LRT Celebrities" . If you followed my FB status some time back, you would remember that I mentioned about some cute French students on the STAR LRT. Was quite disappointed that I could not spy cam the cutest of 'em all, but quicker than you could say "Parlez-vous français?", I was able to "record" the boy nearest to me. As you can see, he's of Asian descent and in my opinion bears some resemblence to Fufu!! Well, Faux Fufu doesn't look too bad actually, just take I captured him with a scowl on his face. Perhaps he was pissed with PDA Pete nearby. You see, PDA Pete walked into the train with PDA Patty in tow. Not smartphone type of PDA, but lai-lai, cheh-cheh type of PDA. Touchy-touchy. Manja-manja . Giggle-giggle. Yehhhh-yehhhhhhh . Pull-pull here. Pull-pull there. The type of scene where you would not hesistate to poke your eyes out with a giant fork ala Kassim Selamat. Annoying. For so

At the end of our Jogjakarta trip, basking in afterglow our lovemaking, KH turned to me and said, "Baby, this is the longest that we had spent with each other. And I loved every second of it." Ironically, those words made my heart leap with joy and bend over with sadness at the same time. On one had, it is of course wonderful to have one's boyfriend declare his pleasure at having you by his side. And on the other, it means that spending six consecutive days together is considered a big deal in our LDR. But I guess that whatever it is, I should be grateful for what we have and work towards a mutual goal. Although we are far apart, in our hearts, we are nearer than ever. A totally random thought-- suddenly I remember what Jas told me at Japanese Dining Sun the other day... "Oh, KH got that ring for you. You know what? You should get it engraved. His name on your ring. And your name on his." Perhaps I should do that... Where I can get it done?

Crabs! Swiped from williamnyk . Our flight back to Singapore was quite early in the morning, so we checked out before 6:00am. The hotel had prepared breakfast boxes for us to eat in the van-- two pieces of bread, jam, butter, hard boiled egg, cheese and a banana. I sliced up the egg, put it on buttered bread and ate it with the cheese. Not a bad combination. Waiting at the Adisucipto airport was boring. The line took ages to clear because just in front of us, a "holiday facilitator" was helping his clients ( more than 10 of 'em ) to check-in! Those rich people really have it good. They think that they don't even need to show their faces at the check-in counter. Some don't even know the meaning of queueing! And the best thing about the check-in counter was the faulty scale. A bag of golf clubs only registered 4kg! The "real weight" had to be "worked out" and hand-written on the baggage tags. :S. The flight back was quite uneventful. For

Duta Garden II Swiped from williamnyk . On our last day in Jogjakarta, it was considered "free and easy day". We had breakfast as usual, but after that I roamed around with my camera. Bumped into the manager again, and he brought me to the new wing of the hotel that's still under construction. Another twelve villas were being constructed opposite the road. Garden concept, with slightly more floor space. At 11:00am, the masseur that we had booked the night before arrived. She started on POD first before working on KH. It was fun seeing him squirm and shout under her ministrations. The masseur was amused seeing that POD on the other hand managed to sleep through it. Traditional Javanese massage seems quite standard, with some minor variations. While she massaged, I observed and chatted with the masseur. According to POD and KH, her skill was good and her hands were strong. We weren't keen on stopping at Malioboro St. . It looked no different from Jalan Petaling or