will i am's delayed diary

Received a notice from my developer that the condo I had invested in with my sister and co. was ready for vacant possession. I was surprised that buyers needed to make an appointment for that. Each session accommodated about ten buyers or so in a small room at the club house that was equipped with a projector. While waiting for the rest to arrive, I helped myself to the refreshments ( cakes and a coffee machine ). The briefing started at around noon. The customer service representative explained the welcome kit which was a folder containing all the keys and access cards. Other topics discussed included the electronic door lock, community mobile app, and the defect and renovation procedures. Once we got all the boring stuff out of the way, they escorted us to our units for the initial inspection. A boring process of counting the electrical points and fixtures. Discovered that they missed out the toilet roll holder in the master bedroom. I had no other complaints about the unit. Th

During my work commute, it is not uncommon to see  Mormon  missionaries on the LRT. It's very easy to spot them. Male missionaries always wear short sleeved white shirts paired with black slacks, and black shoes. On their shirt pocket is a big black name tag, and they are often seen with ties. So smart and dapper kan ? And they are often very young... and very f*ckable. From my observation, they often work in pairs, targeting individuals. When they make their move, it's like a military manoeuver. For example, you're sitting in an empty LRT car, minding your own business. Their approach is two-pronged. Cutie 1 will sit beside you, while Cutie 2 will sit on the opposite row facing you. Cutie 2 would do most of the talking, while Cutie 1 will provide the support. Not bad right? The same manoeuver can also be used in bed. To break the ice, they would make small talk. But the ultimate goal is to get you to talk about religion, and that's when they whip out the Book of

Mum got word that Teresa Kok ( Seputeh MP and Minister of Primary Industries ) organized a Hari Raya Open House at Muhibbah Community Center. Food stalls were arranged outside the hall with selections like chicken rice, nasi lemak , curry noodles, nasi himpit , lemang , rendang , kuih , fried noodles, etc. Guests ate in the air-conditioned hall where speeches and goodie bag giveaways for the needy took place. Khalid Samad also made an appearance, but the most shocking was Bannie Chin, sitting at the VIP table. He's the long time nemesis of Teresa Kok at the Seputeh constituency. A strange sight indeed. The event went about awry towards the end due to some screw ups regarding the charity hand outs. A bunch of people from Kampung Muhibbah alleged that they were 'overlooked' on purpose due to favouritism. A small disturbance but it was ironed out by the organizing committee. Things are so different now with the once-opposition MP having so much resources at her disposa

Every now and then, the folks from Nalanda organize almsgiving events at the OUG morning market. Commonplace in places like Thailand, Sri Lanka, and Myanmar, but not in Malaysia. After the event, they leave with van-loads of food products. Hap Tou Sou (核桃酥) is a traditional Chinese biscuit. The aroma and crumbly texture brings back childhood memories. However, the biscuit I bought from the OUG morning market was subpar. Yuck. During a chit-chat session with my ex-primary schoolmate at last week's Raya gathering , she told me that she was looking for an old school spring beater that she needed for her home bakery. She couldn't find it in Kajang, so I volunteered to get it for her. Tembikar Tai Sun really has everything under its roof. The beater at the bottom is from my mum's personal collection. When I was a kid, she used it to make Kai Tan Koh (鸡蛋糕) with it for visits to the Taoist temple. Breakfast was Wantan Noodles from Daniel's stall. That dash of pep

The morning of our Staycation was not wasted. Being a bottom, I was itching for KH's cock to be inside me. Yesterday's topping session... well... was nice.... but I still prefer to be the catcher. We got down to business and I got my sexual satisfaction, not too worried that our housemate would hear. Then we had a simple breakfast of buns and coffee from Family Mart before proceeding to check out ( no need to lock the door, just dump the key into an unlocked postbox... wow ). Our next destination was Healthland Signature at Taman Desa for a happy ending hour massage. Our Thai boy massage therapists were decent, but not great. Never knew that the signature branch had its own cafe. Finished past lunch hour, and boy were we famished. Even the roadside nasi kukus ayam goreng berempah had sold its last packet, and so we had to hunt for food elsewhere. Found Ohsawa Cafe at a nearby row of shops. The interior was decorated with Studio Ghibli characters, with Kaonashi featur

It had been a very long time since KH and I had a getaway, so he jio -ed me for a staycation at The Faces Suites, Kuala Lumpur. On Monday, I left work during lunch time to meet KH at Senya Dining , Intermark. Had a gyudon with onsen egg. The egg was served separately, and that gave me a 'great' idea. I wanted to film KH pouring the wobbly egg onto the top of beef-topped rice bowl. I got what I wanted, but the egg actually rolled off the bowl! Like watching Cooper's Hill Cheese Run. Before leaving, we had a coffee at Starbucks. The Face Suites is located just opposite Renaissance Hotel. The bad thing about is that you have to pay for parking. The good thing is that it has an unobstructed view of KLCC and KL Tower from its infinity pool. But there's a catch, you have to brave the the loads of PRC and Middle Eastern tourists who jump into the pool. Plenty of girls in bikinis, but no cute guys in tiny Speedos! The place is not just a luxury condominium, half of it

In case you missed it, I grew up in Kuantan. My early education was at a government school with very small percentage of Chinese students. I think there were only about twenty non-Malays in my age group. As a result, most of my friends were Malays. Just this year, I reconnected with most of my classmates. They added me into a What's App group and I was the only Chinese there. Don't get me wrong, I don't feel out of place at all. I grew up with them. Quite enjoyable to 'blow water' with them in a different context. The Malay context. Anyway, we had been talking about a reunion for ages, and it didn't materialize. Since it was Aidilfitri , the head girl took the lead and organized an open house! I went there straight after church and brought along several boxes of ais krim potong . Surely a hit with the kids. Not many of us came, but it was nice meeting the few key people that I remembered. Our host, the head girl had married wealthy husband. She lived in a