Christmas Care Package From The Ex... and Indulgence!

.....after failing to wake up early in an adventure to visit the neighbourhood Starbucks for free coffee (Read Janvier's post for more info) and possibly get another tumbler. Hey, I drink (coffee) like a fish! *I got the last anniversary tumbler at the outlet!*

Yes I wish to stress on the failing. I woke up 4 hrs later. Bummer, no free coffee for me!

Anyhoooooo, just as I was about to leave the house (the grill door was already wide ajar)... the postman came with a package!!!

Whooppeee!!! A present? For me? *obviously, the season's bug has bitten me*

It's kinda huge huh?

And it's from The Ex (in Singapore)...

Short note on the aforementioned-ex: Great guy, hyper-altruistic (seriously, he's a borderline martyr) and we dated for about 4 years (dog years, that is!). The lovestory was far from a fairytale and was fukking complicated; too much drama, not enough sex along with some psychological damage. Okay, maybe the last part is just a half-truth.

Cutting a short story into an even briefer one, we finally decided that we would scrap the romantic part and remain platonic. And for the record, we are more successful at being close friends.

He is one of the 2 ex(s) who are still on talking terms with me and does not actually pray for me to burn in eternal inferno. That's another plus-point.

Oh, did I mention his family operates a uber-huge company in the Lion City?

We last spoke like 3-4 days ago and he didn't mention anything at all, so yeah, this came as a total surprise no doubt! His signature Christmas Care Package!


And I blame him for my affinity to bakkwa. We used to always talk about these dried grilled? slices of pork (and could be very well Singapore's best EXport to the outside world, excluding Stefanie Sun or that Tammy video thingamajig few years back). Not forgetting that we always fight about where the best bakkwa comes from? Penang or Singapore?

So in line with our neverending debate on the issue, he sent over air-tight bite-sized tidbit bakkwa. I wonder if they sell this in the Bee Cheng Hiang branches around Malaysia already?

Okay D! Singapore bakkwa is more progressive!!!

Being a total photography affecionado, he included some of his 'masterpieces' in the package too. SHOW OFF! Haha... Ahhh, how I miss the Esplanade and Kallang River! =(

Ooo, there are two t-shirts too!!! Yeah, these are like all he got me from his various travels around the globe. Whatever happened to local handicrafts? LOL not complaining, a gift is a gift is a gift.


I honestly don't have a clue what this is... a name card designed for me? LOL if only I could call him and question him down to the core, but no, this guy has to go like, skiing in Siberia for the winter holidays!

Oh yes, I have to thank him as well. Haha!

As I digress, I would like to include what has kept me sane and NOT emo, what with the over-the-top stress levels.

The reason why my drives home from KL to Penang takes 7 hours! LOL... detours to the Indulgence Restaurant and Boutique Hotel (which I can never afford).

Fudge on Fudge and The Ultimate Fudge with cream and fresh strawberries!

Fudge on Fudge, served warm... simply irresistible!

Many thanks to the Diva Narcissist Princess from Ipoh for the chocolate lurrve from Ipoh!

Alrighty then. Back to mugging like a crazed student...

*cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail! cannot fail!*

Happy Mid-Week everybody! =)

Sock Me Crazy!

Okay, I'll admit it. I have bloggers' block. And my condition is pretty severe.

But I can't help it!!! I have nothing absofukkinglutely interesting happening in my life right now!

Unless the general public can regard the 'Anatomy of the Human Head and Neck' a great read!

Studying (and other things relevant to school) is pretty much swallowing me up like a black hole. Say goodbye to life for me. I am so totally beyond screwed in my exams =(

Probably it's just me, being horned up and all, but do the paragraphs above have an underlying perverse connotation or what?

Hmm, hey I have blogged about my ties! It seemed like fun huh? Why don't I blog about my sock collection?

Yes Houston, we have contact!

FYI other than ties (and its population in my wardrobe is still increasing), I spend waaayyyy too much on buying socks. Especially dress socks! To most people, they are simply foot-garments and protective gear. (Stinky foot, GO AWAY! NEVER COME BACK PLEASE!)

These three can pay last month's electricity bill!

To me, a good pair of comfy, snuggly and haute socks just makes it a lot easier to survive a hard day (in fact, no specific day in particular!) in the wards/on campus!

No surprise there that a fag legally half-a-fashionista like me must have a collection of socks to totally rock my wardrobe. (Well undies too, but that's another story for another day!)

Affirmative!

It can be still shocking for my himbo-self to receive compliments on my sock selection for the day, on occasion (What about my new Paul Smith shirt? These Banana Republic cufflinks?) It has happened frequently in the past few moons.

But I thank you all the same.

Outrageous? Ahem ahem.
(The one on the extreme right, with the heart, was a gift from The Husband. *swoons*)

H. H. Munro said: "His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect"

A lot of things can be said about a man, based on his dressing. His demeanour, estimation of his bank account and how much he loves himself. Shocking to see how many people totally lack some sock-sense. But each man to his own style. I shall leave the judgement to the fashion police.

Like hello! Isn't wearing leather shoes WITHOUT SOCKS a crime?

Stinky foot, GO AWAY! I beg you!

I love to shop for socks (along with everything else) and sock-shopping can be an economical therapeutic experience, when one is borderline-bankrupt and has to consume white congee for meals yet still craves for retail therapy!

I should stop before I blabber on about crazier sock-philosophy. Can't imagine anyone liking that, uhuh? Besides, I am le starving.

Ah, bloggers' block... If my symptoms progress to something of a worse prognosis (I can't imagine what!), I might actually resort to photographing every meal I have, cos boy! I eat a lot!

That's evidence of me committing the ultimate crime in Italian cooking - frying pasta in an aluminium wok!


From the look of the blogs, sounds like everybody is on their best worst behaviour as usual, or worst best (open to interpretation).

Toodles! =)

Has Dating Turned 'Retail'?

It is always depressing to see the campus crowd dwindle down to a bare minimum.

Gosh, it’s like everybody in the School of Medicine has vanished to Bora-bora or Mauritius for their holidays, save for those in Year 2 and Year 3 (like me!) Even now, hardly half of my class attends the lectures anyway. I think the attendance peaked at the movie-screening

(Yes people. Watching a Hollywood blockbuster which was playing from the lecturer’s pendrive is part of our medical curriculum.)

Gah, no more junior eye-candies strutting Banana Republic jackets, Club Monaco slacks and Massimo Dutti shoes.

Reckon it to be even more saddening for Ms. Beauty Queen (who entered medical school to totally inject it with glam and fabulosity – that’s what SHE said). Who has pretty much the eagle-eye.

As we lunched over curry chee cheong fun, she let loose.

“All of us girls’ problems are related to MEN!”

“MENstruation. MENopause. Even that god-darn hyMEN!”

“Like totally,” was all I could blurt out in response, as I chewed on my packed lunch.

Little Bo Peep said, “I am sick of meeting Mr. Wrong.”

“Honey, isn’t dating so much like shopping? You look around the boutique for something that suits your taste. If you’re lucky, you manage to find something. Try it on in the changing rooms and a few fabulous twirls in the mirror…” Ms. Beauty Queen revealed the answer to the Dating for Dummies 101!

“If you don’t like it, put back on the display then!” I butted in.

Ms. Beauty Queen went on. “So very true. We shopaholics, Hallelujah for plastic!, know how sometimes we see something we like on the hangers, and upon trying, ugghhhhh right?”

“While most people assume they understand their own tastes and style, it may not be so simple at the time. A skirt I likey so very much may not bring out my uber pretty legs.”

Little Bo Peep, always seeing a silver lining in every cloud, “Hey, one woman’s poison may be another woman’s meat!”

“Meat indeed, Little Bo Peep!” I coughed.

*smacks me really hard* She continued, “Some of my galpals met their boyfriends on The Net.”

Ms. Beauty Queen: “I was never really a firm believer in online shopping.”

So has dating morphed into what-now-resembles retail? Is searching for Mr. Right an adventure similar to shopping for T-shirts?

What happens if the design you just purchased goes out-of-season?

“Next?”

In another un-related fashion emergency, like OMG, what on earth am I going to wear to the Graduation Awards Photoshoot tomorrow???

Help!!!

Oh yeah, I won ‘Himbo of the Class’ Award FYI! *beams*

Lunch With The Barbie Dolls

God, save my mortal soul!

My life for the past few days have been mostly revolving around my 350+ lecture notes, mountainous textbooks that never seem to end, and my coffee [Oh I love my Davidoff coffee! I am more than an addict!]. I reckon my sleep-wake cycle has altered to that of a nocturnal being. What else can you call a guy who retires to bed at around 6-7am and rises to (what else?) continue on the crazy revisions from lunchtime (tea break time, if I am really drained).

It's like my day is coordinated to the UK timezone... GMT 0.00 hrs.

Plus, being grounded at home is detrimental to my mental health.

Okay, technically the last time I left my postal code zone was on Saturday for the Les Mills GX Instructors' Quarterly Workshop. And the last 'hangout' was Friday dinner in Bangsar (which somebody was NOT invited along to).

But it felt like effing forever and ever after already.

Imagine my joy when my girl-friends called me out for luncheon today. Yup, the same bunch of Barbie Dolls. Almost plastic, they are.

Okay, with more normal make-up palettes el finito.

What makes a wonderful meal is the quality of conversations, no? But we were getting dagger stares from the crowd at the restaurant. I swear we would have been exiled to the 21SX room, if there was one.

"All that I really need after a rough week is some quality girltime like this!" Natasha said.

I was flabbergasted, "Like hello? What am I doing here then? Are you implying something, Nat?"

She responded, "Oh no munchkin, I don't mean it like that. We need all the testosterone you have in you. If you were a full-fledged queen, we'd be fighting for the same guys. Haha."

Err, ya right.

"One of the primary reasons we love you is that you are gay!" Samantha disclosed.

Thank you for announcing my sexual orientation to the whole restaurant, Miss Jones.

Then it began.

"I have a question," said Eleanor. "Is it okay to dump a guy just because he is a bad kisser?"

Natasha thinks out loud, "That's awfully harsh of you, Elle!"

"I swear his tongue was all over my mouth. I could even feel him licking my teeth."

"He raped my face!" Eleanor said. "I am NEVER EVER seeing him again!"

"Yeah, the next thing you'd know is his tongue inside your stomach," said Samantha.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

"Oh well, I think my boyfriend is a pretty boring guy. He's sweet and all. So I just cook-up some excuse to pick a fight with him."

You go, Stella!

"He is so sexy when he tries to make his point."

"You mean, when he makes his woody point? Haha. Otherwise, he is just a plain block of wood huh?"

LOL!

"Seriously, what has happened to pool of guys here?" Samantha continues.

"It's like they have this sign on, 'DON'T DATE ME, I AM NO GOOD!' "

"Joshy's board says, 'DON'T DATE ME, I PREFER PENISES!" Natasha added.

This is what I get for taking time out to chill with these old friends - Public Advertisement as a homo manwhore.

Nat, "Whatever happened to the guys of our dreams?"

"Intelligent, but not a bookworm. Sensitive but still masculine. Sharp looks, well-dressed gentlemen who are not fat, old or a gnome," Eleanor, the new graduate-Actuarist, lists her strict criteria out.

"Elle, who do you think you are? Blair Waldorf?"

Obviously American teenage dramas is their new religion, especially for Samantha, the journalist.

Either ways, she carried on, "Those guys are most probably dating each other anyway."

Wait, did she just winked at the pretty hunkadory cashier? While adjusting her bra-strap? *faints*

Obviously excited, Eleanor went into her matchmaking mode.

"Hey, I may have someone Natasha might like. Mr. ABC. What about him?"

*pitch raised a few keys too high* Nat: "ABC? Are you kidding? He is somewhere between Mormon and Moron!"

Then it went down the road to this topic - SEX!

Sure, some of us have had it and some of us haven't, but the truth is, we're all thinking about it and clearly, the four of us are talking about it. There's the which-college/university-has-the-most-sluts, which always involves some person sleeping with a lecturer or staff. Guess what? Even in med school, it happens. LOL

Then, there's the who-would-you-do-it-with-if-you-could-do-it-with-anyone thingy kinda quiz, which almost always is a celebrity like Robert Pattinson these days.


Needless to say, we couldn't stop talking about sex. Well, the 3 horned-up Barbie Dolls couldn't. I mostly just observed. Cross my heart and hope to die!

And now that I've spilled my guts, I herewith give you permission to spill yours. Don't be shy. After all, it's anonymous right? Unless you don't want it to be. ;P

Have a kick-ass week and try to not lose or break anything that I wouldn't like lost or broken. Wink wink!

Up The Butt

Adventure.

Hmm, a guy like me sure loves that word. How exciting!

An exploration into an unfamiliar space, especially when it's somewhere very few people have gone before. Sometimes, an adventure can be a strong proof on how well a person has challenged his personal limits on so many levels.

After all, isn't adventure is defined as any activity comprising of risky, dangerous and uncertain experiences?

No people, I am NOT talking about my hike up Mount Kinabalu; which by the way was a life-defining moment.

Ah yes, *cue suspense musical theme* this is a note on me shoving my finger up the asshole of an elderly man.

As part of the training in Clinical Skills, we (medical students, in general) have to learn how to perform a per rectal examination... BUT ONLY ON PLASTIC MODEL BUTTS SO FAR!!!


So imagine my anxiety and fear when the General Surgeon (who FYI is kinda hot and omg is now my Idol No. 2) instructed me to do it on a middle-aged man with benign prostatic hypertrophy [basically, an enlarged prostate; a normal, non-pathological incidence].

A truly unexpected journey and adventure into the unknown alright. Where the sun don't shine.

Even explaining the whole procedure to the patient was like OMG.

"Mr. XYZ, today I am going to perform an examination on your prostate* and this requires me to insert my finger(s) into your butt anus (oops! jargon!) the place you pass motion from."

"It may be a little uncomfortable but it shouldn't cause any pain. If there's pain anytime during the procedure, please don't hesitate to stop me."

"May we begin?"

All in HOKKIEN!!!

As I gloved up and lathered rather generous amounts of KY Jelly onto the area covering my index finger, I had an internal monologue "I am going in now, so HELP ME GOD!"

I quickly inserted the said finger into his you-know-where and there it was. The warmth totally made me shiver. "Oh nooo... LET ME OUT!!!"

Right at that moment, The General Surgeon said, "Okay, Mr XYZ. We're doing good. Now, you need to squeeze your muscles as tight as you can on Joshua's finger."


And strongly he did. I WAS STUCK! There was no turning back! *Note to report: Good anal tone

"Okay okay, calm down Joshy boi. You can do this like a professional," I said to myself.

Then my himbo alter ego (unnamed as of today) popped out and responded, "Ewww. this is fukking gross. I feel violated"

However, I successfully manage to kick the abovementioned alter ego back into hiding.

Yes, I was deluded.

Finding myself stuck (in more ways than one) in such an unfathomable situation which I was abruptly thrown into, I had to remain calm and strong.

Even if it included lying to myself. "Wait, is it really MY finger inside that uncle's butt?"

All the psycho-mental babble took a grand total of approximately 3.57 seconds.

With a few swipes, feeling the rectal and prostate surface, I was done.


"Retreat with respect!"

"Exit the same way you entered, slow and steady" were among the things The General Surgeon subsequently drilled into my almond-sized brain that morning.


Once out (and then there was light!), inspect the glove for shit, blood, mucus, tissue etc. [I heard some other med schools make students SNIFF the glove *faints*]

Yup, and the novelty of the procedure went out the window right there and then.

Tell me what am I doing in med school again?

All you need is the right guy, and the right amount of lube. ;P

p.s. NO, being a sexually-active gay young man does not make me well-adapted and MOST DEFINITELY not an EXPERT at this.

p.p.s *If anyone knows what prostate is called in Malay/Tamil/Mandarin/Cantonese/Hokkien, please let me know! It will be a great help to me

p.p.p.s. All pictures featured in this blog is of the plastic model prostate examination simulator set used by my university.

What a Circus!

If anyone listened to hitz.fm early yesterday morning, one might be traumatised surprised with the 4-hour long marathon of Ms. Britney Spears' hit tunes! Like ZOMG right?

It's Britney, b*tch!

So since this is a one-in-a-lifetime experience as quoted by someone, I tagged along with my buddy, Mr. Spears (who we thought was Malaysia's No. 1 Britney fan; but was defeated with much humility to someone else) to the Malaysian Launch 'party' of Britney's sixth studio album Circus, 1 Utama organised by Sony BMG. Scheduled for worldwide release on 2 December 2008, the release of Circus coincided with Brit's 27th birthday.

Despite it being a long (with some drama mama moments) day, we set forth on this journey to Damansara with only ONE enthusiastic person a.k.a. The Driver. To get the mood going, we had the Circus album booming in the car till like, dudes on the motorcycles were giving us the WTF-look.

Still, only one person was omg excited. Still, not me.

So imagine the DISAPPOINTMENT when we got to the venue - err, why so quiet one? Only 20 people ah? And half are staff?



Okaaayyyy, I sooo totally wanted to leave after the necessary camwhoring (still, not me) to mark the date. At the very least, it was the Pop Princess's birthday!

Front

Back! (LOL cost reduction perhaps?)

Anyways, we managed to convince Mr. Spears to join the Britney lookalike contest (Woo-hooo!) and the entourage excused ourselves to some hidden corner for some mental prep talk and urm, mini-rehearsal? HAHAHA

Kudos to the hitz.fm MCs/DJs for making the whole 'carnival' thingy not-so-dead.

Mr. Kenji - Malaysia's Biggest Britney Fan to date! I think he has everything with Britney in it.

Soooo, even I did go up and attempted to win something during the 'Do You Know Britney? ' Q & A session...

MC: So man, are you a Britney fan?
Joshy: No.
MC: What's that again?
Joshy: No, I am NOT a fan.
MC: What la you, go and play with your camera far far away. GO!

LoL anyways, I DID answer the question correctly and I won a CD... by Amerie. Hmm? (no yippee!)

And Mr. Spears did win lotsa lotsa lotsa prizes from the organisers... Boy, even the MCs had to ask him to STOP raising his hands!

Since the album's titled CIRCUS, there has to be a teeny weensy bit of that in the carnival right...

Oh yeah, this fella was pretty much scaring our entourage on his unicycle, like trailing one of the girls.

Oh yeah, there was also a Dance Demo by California Fitness featuring songs from the new album.

Hmm, he looks familiar?

Don't know his name but yeah, I heard he is a kinda popular gym instructor in KL.

So there's some eye candy for you readers!

It was an evening of revelations for Mr. Spears cos he finally found out that only he and Mr. Kenji are the only actual guys who are fanatic about Britney.

I mean, with normal levels of testosterone circulating and their testes still intact.

Mega-truckloads of erm... girls-stuck-in-boys'-bodies were there. They carry themselves much more femininely than some girls. *no offence!*

I kid you not.

I don't mind them. Their lives, their bodies, their choices. And I do have some effeminate friends/acquaintances somewhere. I believe they have altars at home worshipping Britney/Kylie/Madonna and maybe even, Miley these days?

Seriously, someone I know wanted to go under the knife to look like Britney (Asian version with a tan).

Wow. Uber hot pink!

The winner of the Lucky Draw (above!) - walked away with some Sony Ericsson cellphone. Right before he went into Britney mode. And danced on stage like the Pop Princess herself.


Anyhooooooo, to complete the whole Britney-mania experience, we had a nonstop replaying of Britney's hits, old and new, on the drive home. Possibly with a thousand times of Womanizer Womanizer!

'Cos you know, everybody's a Britney fan deep down. Blek!

You Mean The Animal?

Okay, just a erm... a short story (ala cerpen) about a random fella in my batch.

He shall be referred to as MMM (Macho-Macho Man!) cos he sings that song sometimes while walking along. Swt!

It begins like any typical PBL* (Plenty of Bull* and Lameness) session.

The facilitator releases the clinical case triggers and the group discusses what is happening to the patient and blablabla what issues and topics to be covered in our "Self-Directed Learning" module...

The patient presented with pain, swelling and redness of the right big toe. Complaints include poor quality of sleep and frequently wakes up in the middle of the night due to severe pain. He is a retired man and has been an alcoholic for over 20 years. He has recently stopped consuming red meat and internal organs as he noticed that the painful attacks occur mostly after taking such foods.

OKAY! Long story, but the version above has been summarised already... ;P



So during the brainstorming session,

Mr. Gigantic: Could this be gout?
MMM: YOU MEAN THE ANIMAL?
Mr. Gigantic: Whaaattttt? (along with everybody else in the group)
MMM: You know, the farm animal. It has horns, and eats grass and mengembek (bleats in English?)
Ms. Futsal: That's a GOAT lah... Moron!


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Okay. End of Story!

Hmm... In conjunction with today being World AIDS Day, I wore the T-Shirt depicted below!!! Like a walking pseudo-awareness billboard.



Alrighty then, hope everybody has a CUN-TASTIC start to the first week of the last month of a great year. Oh what a rollercoaster ride it has been!

Love.

Bottom Top @ KLPac

Poster picture (from KLPac website)

Woohoooo!!! I went to catch this 'phenomenal' play on Thursday - its Opening Night! The seats were practically overfilling!

I have a feeling that the audience mostly consisted of gay guys (with family and friends) or the family and friends of the people behind this ingenious work of theatre! Notwithstanding, were the shrieking QUEENS behind us with their highpitched reflexes to anything humourously homo.

"When I heard about the play, immediately I thought of YOU and YOUR MUM!"
- Faghag

I went with a faghag (sorta, almost; cos she'd really hate being referred to a hag). I think she was more excited than moi. While waiting at the cafe, little gay meself finetuned her gaydar as per request.


So on with the story.

Dato' Faridah Merican (who makes her much-awaited return to the stage) plays Bertha, a middle-aged woman preparing for her wedding with her late-20s gay son, Melvin carried effortlessly & wonderfully by Mark Beau de Silva [pretty twinky ;P], who is also the playwright.

Yup, just two characters played by two immensely talented powerhouses of Malaysian theatre.



As mother and son chit chat about their respective romantic histories and compare men, one cannot help but to be immersed into the conversations.

Bertha suggests potential guys for Melvin to bring to the wedding dinner at Overseas Restaurant. While the latter shares and educates his lovely mother on the intricacies of being "different" - how things aren't as simple as it may seem.

Saunas. Parks (not for picnic obviously *winks*) Picking up guys.

Bottom or Top?

Many moments of top-notch humour got everyone bawling with laughter. I am pretty sure I heard somebody snort too! LoL

"Hormones drop. Tetek also drop"

Bravo! Brilliant!

Me and Faghag then scurried off to Imbi after the show ended for a very much late dinner and stuffed ourselves silly. Now, tummy also drop.

We are now fat. =(


Visit the KLPac Website for more info on this play! Some publicity press releases are available there too!

Ties! Ties! Ties!

If by any chance, anybody has ventured into my room and peeked into my wardrobe (which is comparatively gargantuan for a guy), will realise that I am crazy about ties.

Neckties. The amount I have may shock some and disappoint others.

I have all sorts, methinks. The thin ones, the straps, the broad ends, 'novelty' ties, paisleys especially.

And in Uni, me is known as the "Guy with the Fancy Ties". Gosh, how I love the compliments! *blushes*

I love the attention. Yes yes, spank me! =P

Getting a tie nicely wrapped up, in a giftbox is a pretty common occurrence when my birthday arrives. My friends know me well enough to know that I will be easily contented with a funky tie (a decent one, at least) *wink wink*

Probably my Better Half has experienced umpteen occasions of borderline poverty, many thanks to my fanaticism with ties. My bad, my bad. But he gets rewarded too.

It is sorta a necessity in the so-called Professional Dress Code - that's what the varsity administration is trying to brainwash us with. Blablabla boolsheet about upkeeping the image of healthcare professionals and imposing disciplinary actions whenever someone gets caught attired otherwise.

Obviously, they did not consider the risks of wearing a necktie as argument for discontinuing it. Those cited include entanglement, infection, and vasoconstriction.

"Neckties might also be a health risk for persons other than the wearer. They are believed to be major vectors in disease transmission in hospitals. Notwithstanding such fears, doctors and dentists wear neckties for a professional image. Hospitals take seriously the cross-infection of patients by doctors wearing infected neckties, because neckties are less frequently cleaned than most other clothes. On 17 September 2007, British hospitals published rules banning neckties."

Wikipedia, Nurkin, Steven; Carl Urban, Ed Mangini, Norielle Mariano, Louise Grenner, James Maurer, Edmond Sabo, James Rahal (May 2004). ""Is the Clinicians' Necktie a Potential Fomite for Hospital Acquired Infections?"". Paper presented at the 104th General Meeting of the American Society for Microbiology May 23–May 27 2004, New Orleans, Louisiana: p. 204.


I kinda like wearing neckties (with the whole formal look) and it is an opportunity for me to display my metro side and impeccable fashion sense right? But enforcing it so strictly (in my university's case) is harsh. Pro-choice, anyone?


Anyways, I have been straying away from the true reason of my post today!

Joshy is wondering: DOES ANYONE ACCESSORISE NECKTIES?


Well I DO! LoL, at times too enthusiastically but the pictures below is merely a glimpse into how mad I can go with pimping up my ties - along with the look-of-the-day! [hey, I am a fag afterall!]



I was called everything from 'Harry Potter' to an Entomologist (with a whole garden and insects on my tie) and a Cute Nerd? Haha

Reckon this is my way of being individualistic and standing out in the crowd.

This is real, this is me
I'm dressed exactly how I'm supposed to be now
Let the light shine on me
Since this is who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I wanna be
This is me.

I joke.

Yours truly is actually pretty introverted and shy and very muchie the stereotypical Asian Boy.



Addendum: OMG my apartment block just lost water supply for like 3 hours and NOW IT IS BACK, BABY!!! I am gonna appreciate it waaayyy now...

I ate up Jalan Alor

Okay people! Pardon me for the lack of updates...

Been uber busy - partying, going shopping crazy, driving around blindly like mad, slacking in general.

*And I think I ate from (almost) all stalls spanning the whole length of Jalan Alor just last night! My gastric expandible volume astonishes me. There goes my moderation diet plan. =(

When all I should be doing (actually planned to), is to be a hermit and mug for the upcoming professional exams.

Allow me to digress.

I am proud of myself - I haven't used up this month's allowance. Yippee!

Alrighty, just to fill up this space... I am currently dressing up for yet another birthday party (do of the year? Maybe... a close second/third, after MINE)

Here's wishing everybody a good kickstart to the new week... No more Monday blues!


Lotsa love, joshy

A Parody of Sorts on a Sunday

WARNING: The writing style of this post borrows heavily from a certain immensely irritating-annoying blogger (somewhere in this dimension) who recently posted something which deserves only one form of response - OMGWTF!!!
Fret not readers, I shall try to use grammatically correct English (as much as I was inspired, my conscience limits me).

I don't think you'll be reading this, but here's to you Ms. rOyAl StRaWbErRy (NOT!)


Oh Yeah!

I went shopping today, but the weather today right, was like uber hot while me and fellow friends (including a girl I used to call my "Forever B*tch") were driving downtown for some much needed quality catching up over a meal at The C. Club at you-know-where-lah-right?

People were like staring at us lo. Haha. I really no gan cheong at all ler. (Yours truly dressed down, while my companions of the female gender went overboard!) Seeing the girls go on a shopping crazy ride also make me frust jer. I could feel a fever rising!

So right, my bimbo friends wore heels-too-high-for-them and totally-inappropriate-for-shopping and got pains everywhere. We then bummed at that chocolate lounge/bistro. Oh this is where it all started lah, the girls started comparing and commenting on each other's purchases, buat I lagi geram jer.

I went to the loo swing swing a while, and ran into Joyce and her Little Mister Beefy, chit chat a while before heading back to the table; finding my friends still discussing their retail achievements of the day. I feel it boiling esp. from Stella's vibe (who btw, looked a bit ho-ish today. I say that with mucho love!) Maybe i look as if I'm going to eat people, or maybe with my puffy expression I portrayed disappointment. But none of them bothered, being too engrossed in themselves. (HMMPH! Tell me why are we friends again?)

At the very moment I grabbed my celly (which was placed on the table, between a mug and the ashtray), I got Flora's SMS. And I was like, "Har? What talking you... Want to call me, can call me now la!" Anyways, so at the end right, I just stood up and squealed, "That's it! I have had ENOUGH! I AM GONNA SHOP TOO!"

Then the skies started rumbling, like some burst pipe, and it rained cats, dogs, guinea pigs, rats, etc etc etc; you get the idea!

Conclusion: I DID go crazy on the Retail Therapy, with Mummy Dearest's consent, on the plastic. But I so lurrrve my single best, most important, victorious and loveliest purchase of the day!

Wonder what it is?

So exciting right? ;P

Jeng Jeng Jeng!

Let the photos do the talking!

*gulps* excessive saliva pooling but ugh, the paperbags so small only? Haha!


oic, they even wrapped IT in their signature white paper.
I don't know ma, I was busy looking @ myself in the abundant mirrors around the store. Meanwhile, the chicks were trying to taste all the pastries and cakes decorating the outlet. Guess they forgot their contacts, that they couldn't see that those deco items were all plastic-ized.

Being all high on ecstasy and adrenaline, I briskly removed the wrapped box out of the paperbag and placed it on my loud Aussino pink & turqoise floral print quilt cover.

Err, the lady who wrapped this needs some further training. =S

I opened one side. Ugh, funny taping!

Aaahhhhh, don't care already, just pull it out!
Gimme my preciiiooouuussss.


Ooo, got (sorta) glammed up case. How adorable!

I nearly fainted when I saw such a lovely casing.
Its content must be even more beautiful!


What? Somemore paper?
OMGOMGOMG!!! Is this real? *pinches my erm biceps*



Tadaaahhhh!!! My new wallet... snazzy no?
FYI, it's not black (just in case anyone comes to that deduction)
IT'S ALL REALLL!!!
I HAVE A NEW WALLET!
IT'S LEATHER!
WHAT I HAVE BEEN WANTING (for the past 2 months)
THE SALESGIRL DIDN'T NICK IT WHEN SHE WAS PACKING IT WITHOUT MY SUPERVISING.
IT'S REAL!!!

I WON THE FIGHT!
(I dono what tho, the honouree of this post just seems to love to say this a lot!)


Again. Hehehe
So hawt right? Not quite haute, but it's okay!


So, must do what leh???
Of coz... quick quick take few photos of some random guy on the street la...

Little Mr. Silver Man was sitting on the pavement at the aiya-so-busy-one punya traffic junction.
He was there when we passed him on the way to dinner, and STILL there 1.25 hours later.

So S and I gave him RM1.60!

Okie la...
hope you all are happy with me and for me!!!
=)

Again, this post is inspired by and written in parody honour of Ms. rOyAl StRaWbErRy!

But I really got a new wallet!

Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Mostly, me.

Oh btw, the blogger I am parodising (err is there even such a word?) and myself actually know each other in real life (at least acquaintances we are) and this is all done in good fun.

NOW DON'T GO SENDING ME HATEMAIL!

One Night Only

Or that was what I thought.

Last Saturday, I was just strolling around the display rooms of the country's IKEA to kill time, when E called. This was after the short cuppa with Mr. Drownedglass...

E, studying fashion design (and history?) in NYC was on transit in KL on his way to a CdG* show in Tokyo. So yeah, somehow he knew I was bored. "Okay, I pop over to IKEA now!"

Wheee...!!!

And it ended up with him MAKING me buy stuffs (Eh your room door very ugly lah! Your curtains too retro lah! Hello, I am just renting a room here! I can't do much to it!) But voila, somehow he was sooo gracious to buy three poster-paintings to pimp my room door!

The Curve seems so foreign nowadays. =( Haven't been there in months, although I spending my weekends in Damansara. Booooo... omg so crowded but the NYC undergrad has much more things to say (albeit not so nice).

As we parted ways to our respective dinner plans (My nephew turned 2!!! and more pervy too! More on this another time), I was overwhelmed with nostalgia and boohoohoo the separation blues from friend (15 years and counting!) and he turned, said "Stay tuned, darling! *WHAT?*

Later post-porky-birthday-dinner, E called, "Halloween party. Private. Go get dressed up! We will get p*ssed drunk" No prizes for guessing what I went as, under such short notice and circumstances. Some local celebrities spotted, like whatever, and the bungalow-mansion-palace venue is like sooo huge! (reminds me of a certain mall in Bandung) I thought twice on whether I should 'go wild' but heck, it's been so long since such parties since my notorious days in Penang & Singapore!

"One night only!"

Good fun, lotsa booze, new friends, dirty dancing, good ventilation, no chem!

And 9am the next day, I was dragged outta bed to accompany E and other old friends to go people-watching at the city twin torchlight towers! And ah, it was already flooded with people at barely an hour later. E and K, especially were not gracious with their comments on the majority's dress sense. Oh my.

Whatever happened to one night only?

I did my duty to generate the country's retail sector. There goes my allowance (and card limit) for November. Whoever runs Godiva in Malaysia would be ecstatically pleased. Speaking of which, they ran out of stock for CHOCOLIXIR!!! Pure blasphemy. It still didn't stop the gang from spending 4digits!

That marked the beginning of a full day of mall-hopping around this Valley. Phew! We spent close to RM50 on parking!

Okay, in retrospect, it might not have been so out-of-the-norm or headlines-worthy. But boy, it's been so long poor little joshy played like this. Ah back to the routine now!

And interspersed through this past week, random birthday celebrations, MORE booze and more getting-to-know-new-people? Under the influence, of coz.

Still having a hangover from all the clubhopping last night. And dehydrated.


P.S. I never thought an emo song can actually turn out to be a great dance track!

Flowery Week

I am being exposed to pollen way much more this past week than ever in my whole life.
[except that one time I was like a florist boy raising money for my college council.]

Now, for life size comparison... Lily bouquet and the petite one with tulips.



Rose, rose... I love you?


*Note: Just a filler post... I gotta find the time to properly document my kinda-wild Halloween weekend. Watch out for it.