will i am's delayed diary

My Saturday morning started with a visit to a clinic at Taman Esplanad for a blood test because AIA was bit jittery with my blood sugar level. As a condition for approving my medical insurance, I had to get my A1C levels checked out. Roughly, it represents my average blood sugar level over a span of three months. That's why I started declining food and drinks after 9:00 PM while celebrating Sharky's birthday the night before. The clinic was huge with a lot of Thai art. And the consultation room looked more like a director's business office. Settled that in about an hour as I had several annoying forms to fill. Went to the market immediately after that. While browsing my Facebook timeline, I was presented with a recommended post from TimeoutKL talking about a new cafe in OUG called The HUB . The simple blue logo looked so familiar. Remember seeing it at one of the quieter streets near the wet market. Immediately went hunting for it. When mum and I arrived at the doorst

On the eve of Sharky's 20th birthday ( so young, but of course he thought otherwise ), we dragged him out for dinner on a rainy evening. Brought him to  The SOPRANO's Italian-German Restaurant and Piano Bar . We were the only customers at the time. Such a lonely Friday night. Sad to discover that they had revised the prices and the drinks menu had also shrunk, together with its happy hour promotions. We shared a pork knuckle ( moist porky goodness ) and spicy seafood spaghetti. It was definitely not enough for Sharky's growing boy appetite. Once again, I got him to taste the beer and the scene was as comical as the last time . After dinner, we went to Starbucks at Pearl Point International Hotel for coffee and cake. Unfortunately, the cake selection was horrible. Whatever was leftover looked pitiful. And even the iced water that we asked for had dregs. Yikes! Hopped over to Cafe Coffee Day  just opposite it for a slice of Red Velvet, but that wasn't very good too. La

On a rainy Awal Muharram afternoon, KH brought me out for coffee. Our first choice was Peekaboo Cafe at Taman Esplanad but believe it or not, they were closed on a public holiday. We had parked our car at the quiet road with the heavy rain bombarding the windscreen. Perfect opportunity for some fooling around in the car. Steamed up the windows. By the time we were ready to go ( zipped up our pants and wiped our mouths ), the rain had let up a bit. Headed to Owls Cafe . Both of us knew it was a long shot. As expected, there was a waiting list. Lucky for us, there was a new cafe next door called Go Getter Cafe ! Sounds quite pitiful, but I think they survive on the run-off from Owls Cafe. Coffee is decent and they serve waffles too. Some interesting interior decoration also. Hopefully they will have their own following soon.

Woke up bright and early on Sunday morning to send mum to the Taman Desa Resident's Association (TDRA) Run. She was helping out at the charity carnival in front of Faber Towers. I was darn sleepy but excited because KH and I had arranged a skank session while his parents were out at their taichi session. Buzzed him at 7:30 AM and he brought me up to his condo. We wasted no time getting our clothes off and locking lips. As usual, we started with his favorite missionary position but we somehow progressed to something that we had never tried before-- The Crab . In that position, the bottom is in control and would do all the work ( KH always complains that I don't do any work ). Best thing is, it hits the spot. That was a great experience. Showered together and headed for breakfast at Kedai Makanan dan Minimum Yong Hua . Had dry curry noodles and pan mee from the Si Botak stall. Went home to rest after that. Fixed up some leftover spicy tuna penne for lunch. By the time I picke

Every year, Janvier throws a surprise birthday party for his hubby, The Chief. The only surprise would be if he did not throw a party, haha. Anyway, to celebrate The Chief's big 4-0, he organized ( orginized as Bunny's stepfather prefers it ) a private function at Marmalade , Publika. SK, Brian and I went there a little earlier to jalan-jalan while KH came later cause he was tired from the Spartan Run ( but he was not tired from oogling all the shirtless hunks who participated ). The blue-themed party was huge with three main groups-- BFF, choir and TTDI-ans. As usual, all three groups hardly mingled and gravitated towards each other. The BFF were the earliest, so we conquered the tables nearest to the food. I always liked Janvier's parties because it usually brings out the faces that I don't see on a regular basis like DanielH, Khatijah and Savante. We were lucky enough to catch the preppy doctor and his grumpy hubby, Legolas in KL because they had just flew in

Spotted at a night market in Chiang Mai-- a farang with his local friend. The Thai boy has nice calves in my opinion.

KH gave me choice of two restaurants to celebrate my birthday. It was simple choice really, Italian or magic. Magic? That's different. Something different, might as well give it a try. The venue was called J & P Magic House Bar & Restaurant at Jalan Berangan. I made my way there from Jalan Ampang after working hours but the traffic was horrible. The GoKL bus was stranded in the jam, so I alighted and walked over from Shangri-la Hotel. Just fifteen minutes late. The hubby was nice enough to wait outside the restaurant for me. We were the first couple to arrive. Started off with wine which was quite good. The first course was mixed green salad with bresaola beef, feta cheese, and honey mustard dressing. Soup was next. Tasted like a cioppino , but the seafood wasn't very fresh. Then it was fusilli carbonara which we left largely untouched. Too creamy for me. Halfway through dinner, magicians weaved about the tables doing card tricks. Our personal magician for the night

Recently we discovered that our colleague was chasing after a girl. I shall refer to him Stump because that's the feeling I always get when I talk with him. A very socially-awkward fellow. His relationship seems to be a complicated affair because after so many months he couldn't confirm the status. Here's an excerpt of a conversation he had with another colleague I shall call PointBlank, a mother of two: PointBlank: You went on a Singapore with her? Stump: Uhmm.... Yes. PointBlank: You paid for everything? Stump: Uhmmm.... Hotel, flight tickets, Universal Studio tickets.... PointBlank: Nearly everything la. Stump: Uhmmm... Yes. PoitBlank: Did you hold her hand? Stump: Uhmmmm... Yes. Only in Singapore. PointBlank: Har? She won't allow you to hold her hand in KL? Stump: Uhmmm... Yeah. She says I'm not smart enough to be introduced to her friends. Perhaps later when I'm smarter and make more money than her. PointBlank: WTF?! She's playin

Back in KL, I reverted back to my Saturday morning marketing. DBKL's progress on the new wet market building is quite good. Should be done by next year. Got my usual breakfast soup noodles fix and proceeded to get my haircut. Surprisingly mum suddenly said she would like my stylist to perm her hair. Thankfully she was happy with the results. Many years ago, she did a digital perm there and hated the outcome. She complained for weeks. In the evening, SK, KH, #BF, Lifebook and Brian gave me an early birthday celebration at Eyuzu , Eastin Hotel. Never tried that before. Nothing to shout about really. I must say that buffets don't make my heart go aflutter anymore. More likely to cause heart disease. Haha. Can't gorge anymore.  On our way out, a straight couple employed our help to help them with a couple of photos. They were really demanding and particular. For a while there I thought we were being paid. Did not go directly home after dinner ( Lifebook went home

On our last day in Chiang Mai, we had some time to kill before we headed to the airport. Walked to the nearby Warorot Market to buy some local snacks. On our way there we stopped for breakfast a neighbourhood noodle stall at a back alley. Ordering was easy because the lady spoke a smattering of Mandarin. She cooked up a hearty bowl of pork noodles in clear soup but once again we were given the tourist price. She was quick to add that she served up a large bowl. Haha. The Warorot Market sold a myriad of stuff, from cloth, clothes, gold, toys, food stuff to personal are items. Most of the stalls on the ground floor catered to tourists. Nearly all the stalls sold the same things-- pig skin snacks, sauces and spices, dried fruit, bamboo caterpillars, sweets, etc. Chiang Mai greeted us with a Pad Thai dinner so we decided to bid her farewell with Pad Thai lunch. The shop we chose was on Chang Moi Road and in my opinion better than the one on our first day as it had ample wok q