Raya!

Hi People,

Just finished celebrating raya, wasn't much of a raya though, as i was stuck in the kitchen for almost 10 hours just cooking!

I have been cooking for raya for the last couple of years, but this year, due to unforseen circumstances, mainly my mum not being able to find a caterer for her nasi briyani, i was put to task of cooking spaghetti for the visitors. i was expecting maybe to just cook 2 batches of spaghetti, but boy was i wrong, i ended cooking up to 7 batches of spaghetti! i even had to go out half way and visit the local store to stock up on the ingredients!

i never knew that the stuff that i cooked would be such a hit, i meant everytime i finished cooking a new batch, my sis would come into the kitchen and telling me to cook up another batch cause the batch that was currently being served was finishing fast! i took it as a compliment, but still, 7 batches of spaghetti! i might as well open up my own restaurant! i even had to give out my recipe! its not that i was being stingy, but i am the sort of cook who just throws things into the wok and hope it turns out all right! i really do. i just rely on my taste. anyways, my recipe is a bit catered to the malaysian taste buds, maybe that was the reason it was such a hit! even my aunt who is maybe 70 i think asked for the recipe!! heheh

anyways, as with all family gatherings, he inevitable will crop up, inevitable meaning the dreaded question, to those who have been following my blog know all too well what question it is, but to the uninitiated, its the marriage question!

i had this cousin of mine, i know she means well, but she was freaking determine to match mate me with someone, eventhough i told her i wasn't interested and all that stuff, but no!! she still persisted, even getting my mum into the picture. luckily dear mummy came to the rescue and told my cuz that she doesn't meddle into my private affairs!

Dear cuz, i know you mean well, but i'm just not ready to settle down yet, i'm enjoying life too bloody much to want to settle down and anyhow, i dun have the moolah to marry anyone, unless i get some rich datin to sponsor my marriage with obviously some side indecent proposal!! hehe, but dun worry, i'm never into these kinda stuff.....and not to forget, my deep fascination of observing asses!

speaking of asses, i had managed to observe this fine piece of ass today! well, actually i have had this ass under observation for some time but today i hit the jackpot! she was wearing this tight skirt, tight enuff to show of her curves but not sheer enuff, but after careful observation, i noticed she was wearing a thong. i have admired this persons ass for some time and now today i know why! yes everybody, i am a sick bastard with a perverted mind befitting a lunatic but i can't help it, all those years staring at a girls ass walking up the stairs during my uni days just won't go away! i'll sleep easy tonight!!! heheh, dun worry, i'm not into self satisfaction! never was anyways.

cheerio! ouwh, by the way, liverpool sucks! i am a big fan of them, but the way they are playing, its embarassing! c'mon rafa, stick to one combination, throw the bloody rotation thing which you are trying with ill results mind you and try to get my beloved back to its winning ways! dun get a " maybe" kinda striker, get someone whom you know will get the goals, not bellamy or a gonzalez, get an owen or an adriano and for christsake, whats with the leaky defence! you used to have one of the best defensive records around with riise, hyppia, carra and finnan, what happened this time? oh by the way, stick gerrard in the fracking(too much battlestar gallactica) centre of midfield and let some other asshole deal the right side, you bought pennant right! so!!

jeez, sorry for the rant, just couldn't help it!

thIn LinE

Hello,

Met a fellow blogger recently as she happened to be in the area. We met up for a shopping spree of sorts, well at least she was in whatever limited time we had. she was frantically choosing stuff from the racks of MNG when i met up with her. She is tall, well dressed with the curves in the necessary places i might add! ( if you are reading this, i like your curves!, hope you are not too offended by my roaming eyes).

Well, i guess we hit it off ok considering we were rushing from one place to another buying this and buying that. we should really have sometime to just sit down and have a chat, i mean shopping sprees do not count as a meeting up, strictly speaking of course.

Anyways, have you noticed that there are more guys who are experimenting with the colour pink nowadays! I've seen guys in pink shirts, tees and also pink ties! altho i hafta admit, there were more misses than hits! but considering that us guys are beginning to wear pink, i think that qualifies as an achievement of some sort.

I myself wear pink as i am quite comfortable with it, for me, its just another colour, it could even be the new black! but then, who am i, certainly not miranda priestly! Anyways, i like pink, i like colour and i think pink is a nice colour. i lurve my pink shirts and i lurve my pink ties. Provided of course you mix and match. Pink shirt and a red tie is so staid. pink shirt and a baby blue tie looks nice or maybe a baby blue shirt with a pink tie is nice too, provided the hues are matching.

tight hugging shirts, buttock hugging pants, dolled up hair and accessories, i do not think if a guy who has all this attributes can be considered as a gay! c'mon people, straight guys or metrosexuals have the same attributes.

If a guys keeps himself well, by getting a haircut ( at a hair saloon as opposed to the barber)once in awhile, shaves every couple of days, uses aftershave and perfume, ( maybe goes for a facial once in awhile)wears nicely ironed shirts, ( maybe with bright or multi coloured cuff links)( and the shirts are with some colour of course, maybe pink, lilac or purple?) and pants and polished shoes and maybe with an accessory or two, ( thumb ring, anklet, bracelet or a chain round the neck)does this mean he is gay or is he just concerned with his appearance? hence the term metrosexual?

How about if a guy goes to the gym to keep fit ( yoga and pilates maybe)and have a toned body, prefers the theaters ( KLPac and Actors studio has good comedies) and musicals ( i personally found that CATS was very good!)rather than loud stadiums or smoke filled race tracks, enjoys listening to r&b and jazz ( top room and Alexis are all time favs) rather than punk rock or whatever? enjoys good food ( frangipani, Bon Ton and Top Hat comes to mind)does this mean the guy is gay or does this guy appreciate the arts? do tell?

Personally, it all boils down to the individual. A person can wear pink and be fashionable, takes care of his personal hygiene and his body and loves the arts, and still be straight!

I do not know why some narrow minded souls think when a guy who fulfills all the above has to be a gay person, hello, knock knock on those thick skulls! some guys are just like that, they care and prefer to do stuff which makes them feel and look good, is that so wrong? Heck, i even know some of them who participates in extreme sports for goodness sakes and are quite good at it. I know of a person who does wall climbing, has an advance cert in scuba diving, plays paintball at the highest level possible and used to play rugby and football and has all the above mentioned qualities or interest and he wears a pashmina to work sometimes? FYI, this guy is straight as i do know him personally and he has a string of girlfriends.

Is this guy gay? metrosexual? what people? do tell? I know its a thIn LinE, but please please understand before jumping or assuming something or another.

Puasa?

Hello people,

Its been more than two weeks since we all started fasting. We have to abstain ourselves from consuming food and water, we have to control our urge to let fly expletives whenever some idiot makes a sudden mad dash onto your lane without signaling and also to control our need for carnal pleasures ( i am guilty of this one mainly due to my previous blogs on asses, hehe).

It starts early in the morning when we wake up, shower and dress. we would then walk to our chosen mode of transportion, in my case it would be my trusty national car ( can't say it out loud, sshhh!) and drive out of my apartment. So far so good, i have some crazy deejay on the radio who happens to be a "he" but calls himself the hotchick A- - - C or was it my ears? oh nevermind if he was to make an ass out of himself!

Then i'd get onto the highway and lo and behold, the first of many traffic jams that i will encounter on my way to work. I'd already started cursing when i saw the butt end of a car suddenly looming up in front of me, luckily i managed to jam the brakes. Then i'd puld be cursing the driver in that god forsaken car! I could feel that whatever brownie points that i might have accumulated slowly dwindling. damn it. Then I'd slowly inch my way with the other cars, every few minutes looking at the clock on the dashboard and wishing that the jam would just get a move on!

Then i'd try to calm myself down and switch channels and not to get irritated. then i would look around and amuse myself looking at other drivers. i see some lady looking at the rearview mirror and applying lipstick whilst obviously enjoying some good gossip as i could see her lips moving feverishly. Good God women, shut your yap apply your lipstick before you cause a bloody accident and make other drivers miserable because you were so engrossed in your friends shopping list which i guess included whips and handcuffs! urgh! or were you busy listening how your best friends hubby came home with lipstick on his collar or something as nosensical as that!

Then i finally reach the Duta Toll Plaza and que up for the touch and go when some bloody idiot makes a mad dash for the space which had suddenly opened up in front of me, me not wanting to easily give in makes a mad dash also and managed to squeeze the guy out before he got onto the space, hehehe, evil satisfaction as i looked at him and smiled with glee! hahah, serves you right idiot! damn it, more expletives!

Then more traffic! more time to look around and waste precious natural resources not doing anything. Petrol i mean, its like freakingly expensive nowadays and what are we all doing? we are all just sitting on the road, in our flashy cars and digging our noses, farting loudly and sometimes the odd quiet ones which smells as if you hadn't shat for a week and you smile contentedly smelling the foul gas. Have you ever notice that when its yoour own fart, no how smelly it is you will just smile but if some other person lets go a shitload of smelly gasses, you will most probably blow you top! heheh....this is when we have nothing else better to do in the car and we begin to think of the movie we watched last nite where the girl was wearing a short skirt! woohhoo....hahah...see, more evil thots.

and finally we reach the office. we are all relieved cause we made it thru onother hellish trip to work unscathed. but dun forget, you have another trip back home which has the potential of depleting your already pitiful brownie points! heheh

so you see how bad traffic is on puasa...?! Samy, save us lah! build more roads and less tolls!

Asses again and again!

Hello,

I know i know, same topic? yeah, same topic, hope i'm not boring anyone here. FYI, i have a fetish for asses, read the blog before this if you must know. and its bulan puasa and i am doing this during my lunch time. So i am fasting. So dun anyone get any funny ideas. I already had someone ask me this morning whether i was fasting!

I guess this fetish for asses started when i was in UK studying for my degree. we had this place outside of the faculty where it had this vending machine which served the best, i repeat the best cappuchino and it was only 25p. and we could also smoke here as they had those bins to throw our ash and also it was heated, so we could get away from the cold winter air. oh yeah, it also had those low cushy seats and a vending machine which dispenses snacks!

anyways, i used to hang out here a lot with my other buddies smoking and enjoying our coffee when one of our buddies admitted that he had an ass fetish. we were all looking at him like what the shit? anyways, he said look at thie girls walking up the stairs..what do you see? and i saw ass moving and swaying and i was hooked! from thereon, it was cigarrettes, coffee, warmth and asses by the law faculty! it was our favourite hang out, partly being the fact that it was on our way to the library and the faculty was just next door. this was where i also became addicted to coffee...all those days spending in that area just sipping hot coffee and observing asses, female asses by the way, i'm not politcally correct now. sweet memories...

anyways, after observing asses for a good 10 years of my life, i have somewhat concluded which type of asses are perfect for me and which type of asses are not. i like mine not too big or wide or flat! beyonce and j lo are big no nos, zaian zain too, hers is just too tonggek!

i would rate jolie as the numero uno in the ass category followed closely by jessica alba. and oh yeah, claire forlani, i just love this girl!

Exploring the wonderful world of asses!

I have been posting a bit too regularly in this blog of mine. Normally i'd be posting at most once a week or sometimes even once a month. So please bear with me whilst i continue with my scratchings.

I want to write about asses today. No not donkeys, but an ass, you know the thing that is attached to the back of your body and that you use to sit on. Sometimes it can be dark or light coloured, sometimes it has creases and folds and stretches but sometimes as smooth as silk and at other times with a little, a lot or almost no hair. To some it is a means to dispel toxic waste products with fumes capable of igniting a wild fire in your nether regions. Other times it is used to produce a silent but noxious gas capable of toppling the mightiest gorillas or at times that puckered little instrument can be used to sound the mating call of a bull, deafening!

It has its functions obviously, but i want to talk about its asthetic value. Have you ever seen an ass that has been deliciously wrapped in a tight fitting pair of faded blue jeans? OK, i better put a qualifier here, have you ever seen an ass which is so sexually proportionate at all angles imaginable wrapped in a tight fitting pair of faded blue jeans? If you haven't, then you are the most unfortunate soul i have ever met.

If you haven't, i suggest you grab a chair at either BSC or KLCC, at either of their numerous coffee houses (i'd suggest Dome at KLCC and sip their delicious affogato topped with haagen daz vanilla ice cream or Coffee Bean at BSC) which would have a good view of the walk-ways and plump your ass there and just start oggling. But this only works on weekends since almost everyone who think that they have a sexy ass would be wearing jeans or some other kind of tight clothing to cover their asses, Definitely not weekdays as most asses would be covered up in some loose clothing, not at all flattering!

Sometimes, the best place to get up close and personal to a wonderfully shaped ass would be on the escalators. You would get maybe about 10 seconds of absolute bliss. You would be able to observe the shape and the curve, how it flexes and moves but you must pay rapt attention to observe all this minute details. Thats why you must have an eye for detail. What you can do is make sure that you are 2 or 3 steps (depending on how tall you are) back from the person whom you are observing, this would enable you to observe one of natures beauty at eye level from a close distance witout anyone thinking that you are a dirty pervert. But a word of caution is needed, this is extremely risky if the prey that you are observing has a partner in tow. For that partner can provide you with the kind of attention that you do not need!

Before you people think i'm some sick perverted bastard, read again my entry from start! If you could point out a place where i singled out a particular gender, then only call me a sick perverted bastard, if not, i'm just politically correct! heh!

Why is it that whenever a guy talks about an ass, every living person on earth things that he is talking about a GIRLS ass! Granted that most of the time, the acceptable practise is for a guy to talk about a girls ass, but why is it so confuzzling to the general public to get it into their so one sided one tracked and narrow minded minds that a guy can talk about asses in general without referring to any specific gender! Humph!

Cheryl Hayes @ Alexis

Hello,

Its a brand new week and a brand new month and closer to raya!

Anyways, I do not know about you guys, but i noticed that the more days i fast, the less and less i eat for berbuka, plus the fact, that i dun eat sahur, what i do is i just have a little something before i sleep. Like last nite, after my paintball training session which lasted for about 3 hours, which i am proud to say i survived with flying colours, we all had berbuka at the paintball park, we ordered pizza and i expected to have eaten a few slices, but instead, i just had a can of 100 plus and a slice of pizza and thats it, i would have expected that i would be starving like hell and have gobbled up everything, but i didn't, in fact, even finishing the pizza was difficult.

After that, i had supper in subang whilst watching the ManUre ( i'm a liverpool fan!) match, i had mee bandung, and even that i didn't finish. I was just too full...if this continues any longer, i'll actually be skinny! heheh..does anyone else experience the same thing? eating less and less during puasa?

Friday nite i went for a live performance show in Alexis, before you start jumping to conclusions of idiotic proportions and making an arse of yourself, i didn't do anything embarassing, i didn't go and dance on stage with nothing on, i didn't snog, i didn't take E and neither of the other bullshit, i just had a quiet nite with my friends enjoying the soulful and jazy songs from a ms cheryl hayes. this women can sing babeh and greg on the sax and michael tickling the ivories was simply superb! She was also a great joker and had a good rapport with the crowd. She was not what i had expected as i had expected her to wear something black and a dress instead, she wore something very afrikaan, complete with head gear and shawl, her colours were bright and bursting...i know i know, bursting? hehe, its like a ripe orange bursting...nervermind, ignore that...altho i have to admit, the temptation to do something stupid that nite was bordering on the edge...i guess with the music, the cigar smell and the champagne flowing at the next table, was just too intoxicating, luckily i still had some sanity left in this thick skull of mine.

Now i am at work! after a good weekend, working today does not seem all that bad!