will i am's delayed diary

copperfield bends spoons , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. On Hari Raya eve, my breakfast was lemang , nasi lemak , chakwe and wantan noodles! How's that for a buffet breakfast? Next up, SK and I went out to PJ to meet Briyani. The sweaty fellow had just got back from his morning hike and passed the employment offer letter to SK ( yes, change job lo ). Wanting to shower, he declined our offer for lunch ( he didn't even invite me to join him for a shower, where's the courtesy these days? XD XD ). Ate at the nearby Food Foundry . Since the last I was in the area, seems that they had renovated and expanded to two shoplots. Sat down and ordered their strawberry mille crepe ( keras sekali! Didn't even bother to thaw it ) and a Foundry Burger. For MYR9, the mille crepe was a very small slice lo. Not worth it. However, the burger was good. Loved the handcut fries and the beef patty was yummy. Enough for two. The latte wasn't great, but OK la. Service was quite lethargi

do ducks drink tea , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Since mum lost her handphone, we had to go to the Digi Customer Service Centre to get the SIM card replaced. Drove down to The Gardens Mall after church on Sunday to get things settled. Before that, we had lunch at Fong Lye . Saw that they now have a sister restaurant called Fong Lye Fusion. Seemed more posh. They had a life-sized statue of a pig with bowl of fruit on its head out front. No doubt to deter Muslim diners. LOL. Gave their menu a quick flip and was surprised to find that they mostly served steamboat stuff and teppanyaki. Worst of all was the fact that the cheapest set cost about MYR78. Yikes. Back at the original restaurant, we ordered their pineapple steamed fish and tea smoked duck. Both items were OK. The SIM card replacement was swift and the guy there even suggested she take the "Extra Long Life" plan. For just MYR30, her credit now lasts the entire year. No more reloading every now and then to keep the

Saturday was movie day again. Purchased tickets for "The Silent War" at IOI Mall. Unfortunately, the hall was located at the old wing and by jove, upon entering, I thought it was the wet market. Peee-eeeewwwwwwwwwww. Luckily the air-conditioning worked. Kinda liked the movie. Mum remarked that it was a bit slow, but I guess it couldn't be helped in order to develop the character. An exceptional performance by Tony Leung and Zhou Xun fit well in the 1950s setting. Towards the end (...SPOILER ALERT...), I was reminded of the P. Ramlee movie "Ibu Mertuaku". Mum and I had not eaten lunch, so we sat down at Esquire Kitchen . Had some chicken rice with Foochow fishballs and spicy vegetables while SK and her granny had dessert. Upon reaching home, mum told me that she had lost her phone. Technically, it was my phone. KH bought it for me years ago and I gave it to mum after I started using the iPhone. Called DiGi to suspend the line there was about MYR360 worth of p

bizarre wars #01 , swiped from cool_colonia4711 on Flickr. Top. Bottom. Pitcher. Catcher. 1. 0. Whenever I discuss gay sexual roles with virgins, I often get the feeling that they categorize themselves as tops until proven otherwise. Kinda like the preferred option. There's like some kind of fear and stigma attached to being the one being fucked. Is it emasculating? Is it for the fear of having one's ass ruined beyond the help of even Jamu Mak Dara? It's weird. You wanna fuck someone's ass, but you 'know' that it's 'bad' for the recipient. But if everyone avoided bottoming, what would you be left with? Drain pipes? End of the day, I believe that these things are fluid. There should be some give and take. Some couples are very versatile. Some couples are happy with their fixed roles, but that does not mean that can't switch once in a blue moon. The bottom line ( hahahahaha ) is that there should be some give and take. Be considerate. Don't be

The Awesome Barbican , swiped from *FaiRy™~<3 its a new life ! on Flickr. A Frenchman from Barcelona ( no need to ask, not cute ) came for a business meeting and we took him out for lunch at an expensive nasi briyani joint in TTDI-- Restoran Ruz Aladdin . Ordered a large order of nasi briyani kaki kambing for him. Eating that whole lamb shank alone, he must have needed to expend the excess 'energy' later that night. Not in favour of such a heavy meal, I just took the meal with fried chicken. Could never finish the rice. A whole portion of the long-grained rice usually meant a zombified afternoon. So when asked about drinks, the Franchie answered, "Beer", without skipping a beat. We all looked at each other and broke the bad news to him that alchohol wasn't served in halal establishments. A helpful colleague suggested a Barbican to him, some zero alcohol beer that was on the menu. Don't think he even needed process that bit of information and just said,

Nigiri Sushi , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Sunday's post-church lunch was at Nihon Kai . A favourite of mine for value-for-money Japanese food. But unlucky for us, it was a full house that afternoon. Had to wait for fifteen minutes before they found us a table, not counting the time I spent looking for an illegal parking spot. In the end, we were ushered into a private room with an existing party of six inside. The table was long, but the youngn's inside were boisterous. Beats sitting outside though. Al fresco dining is so not for KL. For starters, we chose a plate of mixed mixed su , basically vinegared items like salmon, shrimp, crab, wakame, jelly fish, etc. A great appetizer. Following that, we had an assortment of nigiri sushi . Felt quite full after that, but amazingly, we managed to down a salmon butteryaki too! After that, I went for my haircut. My stylist complained that if he relied on me for his bread and butter, he would have starved to death long ago-- it h

oranges to lemons , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Once in a while, one gets to see something interesting at the market. I was checking out a bad boy twink (BBT) who was manning a women's clothing stall at the OUG market when suddenly he was confronted by an old lady (OL). The following explosive conversation ensued: OL: Hey, shit for brains! I'm talking to you! BBT: What?! OL: Dye your hair until so yellow for what?! And so long! Doesn't look like hair, looks like pussy hair! BBT: ... OL: So you got a stay-in or not? BBT: What's a stay-in? OL: If polite ma say stay-in lo, not polite ma co-habitating slut lo! BBT: ... OL: Girls nowadays all useless de. Dunno how to cool and clean. Also shit for brains. The attacks were unrelenting and I was surprised the kid didn't lose his head. Weird. And the old lady's vocabulary could make an Olympic medal-winning whore blush. To avoid being caught in the crossfire, I quickly moved along!