will i am's delayed diary

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

Coach , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Note: This happened last week yeah... jangan keliru :P KH was recently in Hong Kong attending a wedding banquet of an ex-university mate. The fellow seems to have made it big. He had qualified as an actuary early in his career and married a rich Hongkee girl with a large bungalow in the New Territories. On the way back to Singapore, KH transited in KL and made a three-day stopover. Yay! Come monday afternoon, SK picked him up from the airport and we met for dinner at Taman Sri Manja. KH complained about all the good food that I had been blogging about, so he wanted me to bring him to as many as possible. Unlike me, he does not keep a list, so he had to scan my blog for the venues. Hehe. At the restaurant, we ordered the sizzling spicy seafood platter with fish, cuttlefish, prawns and vegetables. Delicious as usual. However, I think the price had increased quite tremendously since the last I was there. Was fun kissing him after dinner with tomy

Pep Talk , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. My typical Sunday at church took a turn when mum received an SMS from a friend at the DAP office in Kuchai Lama. The service center at Taman Sungai Besi was having a Hari Raya do ( the president there is a Chinese muslim ) and we were invited at the last minute. Just as I was about to turn into Tropicana city Mall, I made a U-turn and headed for the venue. According to the SMS, it was suppposed to start at 2:30pm. Mum suggested that we have lunch there. Common sense and experience taught me to fill my tummy first as these things are NEVER on time. Shared a bowl of pan mee at Face to Face , Bandar Park. Guessed how to get there as my mum is usually very confused about places. When we reach the place, she would say "AHA! I remember there's a mamak shop below it", but she can never tell you that piece of information before reaching the destination. :S. You know what? We were the first to arrive. Looking at the schedule, I was sh

Picking The Best , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. After a long hiatus, SK rejoined mum and I on our Saturday morning sojourn. For the third week in a row, mum chose to go to NSK. For some reason, it wasn't very well-stocked that day, with lots of rotting produce put in the bargain bins. Breakfast was at one of the old coffeeshops at Taman Naga Emas, Salak South. Rivalry among the adjacent shops stopped me from trying pan mee from another stall, so I just stuck with our regular. Seeing some delicious Hainanese chicken, SK ordered a portion to be shared. The skin was super yellow and glistening, hinting at a delicious taste and an explosion of fat and cholesterol. But that was nothing compared to the side of chicken liver. Hehe. Scrumptious. The pan mee was great as usual. I like the torn variety because it's very thin, with zero flour aftertaste. And the soup was clear with little hint of flavour additives. For lunch, we headed out to Serdang for dishes at Leong Ngar .

hitsugaya toushirou , swiped from unreqiuted Love sh31$#@%$#54 on Flickr. SK discovered my first white hair during a BEC gathering in Kuchai Lama. At first she thought it was paint, then after further examination, we found it to be otherwise. =_=. Quickly, she pulled out the hair for me to see. The hair was partially-gray at the tip. Quite peculiar don't you think for the melanin to stop being produced at the start, then jump-started again at a later time. The engine is failing! Boo-hoo. Turns out that getting gray hair at the age of thirty is considered as premature graying! How can!? Sniff-sniff. Time to start eating black sesame tong sui in large amounts. Jom! But truth be told, my first gray hair actually sprouted up in my left nostril. Hehe. That was perhaps about a year ago. And guys... please don't talk about gray hair in the nether regions! Can't imagine... =_=

042/365 - Stand on the Right , swiped from armiller007 on Flickr. If you take the LRT frequently, you would know that on the escalators, one should stand on the left to let those in a rush to go by. It's not exactly an unwritten rule because certain stations do have signs instructing commuters to do so. However, many non-KL natives descend on Kuala Lumpur every day and they might not be aware of this arrangement and the freshness of the whole situation may cause them to 'miss' the signs. They would stand on the right, zombified with their luggage or children causing those on the morning or evening rush hour to be stranded behind them. And the problem is worsened by the fact that we Malaysians are a shy lot. We wouldn't say anything, just fume at the back. Very rarely does one see a light tap to advise the 'road block' to move out of the way. People would rather shut up, be red in the face and tap their fingers impatiently. People in London are a different story

PetalingStreetLantern20111 , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Petaling Street isn't exactly my cup of the tea with its haphazard alleys and crowds, but I do admit that it's a photographer's treasure trove of heritage sights. Having read about the Petaling Street Communit Art Project in the Star Metro, I was tempted to go take a look. It was jointly organized by the Kuala Lumpur and Selangor Chinese Assembly Hall and the Lost Generation Space to preserve the historic value of Jalan Petaling and Jalan Sultan. It has become a priority with the MRT project casting a dark cloud of gloom over the area. Mum was also excited to go as it was ages since she was last there. SK picked us up at 5:00pm and we parked the car at Central Market before walking over to Gospel Hall Church ( stopped to have air mata kucing first ). The church was very generous to have borrowed out their whole compound as the focal point for the activites. Lanterns were everywhere-- Ultraman, Sailormoon and A