Yummy!

It would be a shame if one come to shanghai and not try any of their local delicacies. Shanghainese food are generally different from the chinese food that we are all familiar with, the likes of kong pau chicken and kung fu noodle. Theirs are more rich with flavours, as a result of the witty usage of many herbs and spices. If korean have their kimichi and france have their escargots, shanghai is famous for their tastily weird cold dishes. Icy cold fried chicken tongue in sweet sauce, jelly fish salad and lotus stuffed with caramelized glutinous rice, are just a few that was served over dinner last night. On top of all this, there were also bowls of fish mouth soup, chicken joint stir fried, oil boiled beef, vege in peanut sauce and barbecue baby duck. Great food, nice atmosphere, fantastic view over looking the glittery oriental pearl tower and a much much better view of the man sitting across from me! Hihi...

He's a colleague of mine in shanghai. So NO. Cannot. It would be just to complicated. But still, he's kinda cute in a very boyish look. I like. I liKE!

dessert anyone?

Concrete trees

Back to the 'BIG' observation as i mentioned in the previous post, well besides that, i realized that architecture in shanghai have a rather peculiar behavior or style. Besides being all tall, talL and TALL, most of it sort of have a weird roof to it. Unlike most skyscraper that i have come across so far, which are normally square boxes-ish, those in shanghai have odd design for their roof top. Some are shape like a world cup trophy, some are curves like a roller coaster track while others range from mushroom head (hihi) to something out of the set of charlie and the chocolate factory. Truly a freak of nature in the architecture industry! Just like marilyn manson, minus the make up.

Anyway, the three days i've stayed in shanghai so far, was spend jaywalking around the many streets in shanghai; absorbing it's rich culture, diverse lifestyle and finding a logic to their very tasty fashion sense. It seems semi peekaboo leggings underneath pumpkin-inspired pants are a fashion must-have for the ladies in town. Personally, i don't think it's very flattering but then again, i think pink sandals and sequin-covered tie are so stylish, so don't let my opinion cloud your judgement. What do you think? Nice or just down right odd?

Maybe no la. Hmm.

S h a n g h a i

at the airport back home

Shanghai have proved to be a very lovely city. So far la. It's a bit chilly compare to the oven back home, but not cold enough to freeze your balls kinda cold, you know what i mean. The first impression i get while traveling to the hotel is that, everything and anything in shanghai is humongous! From it's architecturely superb skyscrapers, to the millions of billboards every way, it all screams big, biG, BIG! Even the roads and the drains are bigger here! It's simply amazing. And...

Err...i actually should get some rest now. Got a production meeting at ten in the morning with the stupid clients. I promise to post more pix tomorrow. I'll find time in between shopping and eating. I promise. Till then, it's good night from shanghai! Aww.

Hello boys!

Ahh. Shanghai. Another twelve more hours to go and i'll be jetting off to the city of endless steaming soup dumplings or ahem, xiao long bao, lawless bicycle riders, high end forgery goodies and mandarin-speaking single-eyelid chinese boys! Aww. I always do prefer buffet than a la carte, you know!

And in case you didn't hear from your next door neighbour yet, well, i got myself a mac book. A white one; white = pure, just like me. The virginal slut! Haha...jangan marah dong!

I'm so lucky to be me! Ahh.

What happen to me?!

I've been away for awhile now. And i know i should have posted something during this period even though it means using the public pc to do so but i'm just a tack lazy and a bit irritated at the fact that my beloved iBook died. It's sad la. Very tragic.

All in all, it haven't been a great week for me. But hopefully, i'll be back on track very soon with a new toy posting away my life. My so-called life.

A joyride to the airport

It's 7am on a wednesday morning, i'm down at the park for a jog with my ever trusted pallaz jazz unlimited collection shoe. Note to self: need to get a new pair of jogging shoe. Wonder if jimmy choo came up with any sport range? Hmm. Anyway, yesterday have been quite an eventful day for me. And before i rant on any further into my daily babbling, no i'm not in jakarta, not even anyway near the java sea, in fact i'm still in my beloved town. And no i didn't chicken out from my slut trip to jakarta either, if that's what you're thinking!

The truth is, i was already at the airport with my three hundred luggages and a pocket full of indonesian rups, when i got a call from lilmissmei. A job just came through and she needs me to go back to the office like NOW! How can i say no la to her? It's after all lilmissmei i'm talking about here; the sidekick of mine who drove down to the uneventful sleazeball party with me last sunday night, which i'm so going to blog in a few post to come after i get pass the rejection bit first. But anyway, back to my jet-setting lifestyle, so off me go, backing out from the check-in queue, down the escalator and took the next train out back home. It was like so daytime drama. So totally channeling bold and beautiful; where everything just happen and it's always urgent and i'm the only one that could save both the world and get the guys, all in an episode! Talk about self esteem. I'm flying high girlfriend!

And if that's not drama enough, my iBook decided to die on me, halfway through the eight o'clock chinese series. The screen just went blank and funny noices came blasting out from the built-in speaker. It was devastating, and yaddi yaddi yadda, brought it to a technician and a few hours later we found ourselves sitting at a swensen booth, contemplating on whether to take up the earthquake challenge or not.

Ooh. is that a mat salleh man in the pool? Maybe i should go for a swim and do a few laps with him. Where did i put that pink speedo of mine?

foot note : Did you know, i had to use the dinosaur-like pc at the office where the commoners uses, to blog this post. It's an outraged! And don't get me started on the germs. Eeii. Where's the hand sanitizer when you needed one!

Yet another set of MEME questions

happy monday!

PART 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE

Name : Mr Wanna to some, but Bitch to most

Date of birth : A week and a few days after Mother's day

Current status : Single and trying hard to appreciate it

Eye color : Dark brown with a pinch of hope

Hair color : Jet black

Right or left handed : Righter

Zodiac : Being a pure breed socialite, of course i'm a Gemini. Nothing less

PART 2 : ON THE INSIDE

My heritage : 100% chinese with the complimentary single eyelid package

My fear : Fear of being alone, Eremophonia

My weakness : Perfectionism

My perfect pizza : Should be round with extra cheese

PART 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW

Your first thought waking up : What to wear? Like i say, its tough being a socialite

Tomorrow : Jakarta, here i come!

Your bedtime : Too darn early. About 10ish. I think age is catching up with me

Most missed memory : Most likely forgotten

PART 4 : YOUR PICK

Pepsi or Coke : Whisky coke always did taste better than mixing whisky with pepsi. So i guess it's coke then

McD or Burger King : Neither. I much prefer the ivy

Single or group dates : Single will do for me. I'm hopeless with choices

Adidas or Nike : Neither. Topshop sandal will do just fine for me. I'm a self proclaimed beach boy

Lipton Tea or Nestea : Ahh finally, long island tea for me anytime

Chocolate or vanilla : Neither. I actually hate anything that's sweet

Cappuccino or coffee : Neither. I only drink tea. Like duh!

PART 5 : DO YOU...?

Smoke : Not that i know of

Curse : Maybe. And only when they doesn't have clothes in my size

PART 6 : IN THE PAST MONTH, HAVE YOU...?

Drank alcohol : It's a must! Why drink plain water when you can always have a ice cold long island tea instead?

Gone to the mall : Every other day

Been on stage : Mostly during fashion week

Eaten sushi : Of course. It's like part of my daily diet

PART 7 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING...?

1 minute ago : Staring blankly at this meme, trying to figure out where to begin

1 hour ago : Renting a book at a neighbourhood bookshop

4 1/2 hours ago : Went to the lawyer's office. Don't ask

1 month ago : Recovering from the worst shoot of my life so far

1 year ago : Probably in langkawi island, holidaying with the girls after yet another shoot

PART 8 : FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love : blushers and technicolour eye liners!

I feel : the constant need to wear something pink and glittery to work

I hate : nose bleed on a wedding day

I hide : whenever i can

I miss : working sometimes. I know i'm sad, but i do. Sometimes. Okay, most of the time. Happy?!

I need : a gay friend within reach

PART 9 : TAG 5 PEOPLE

1. lilmissmei; something to keep your mind off about those herpes. Oops!

2. discoball pixie; something to excite you about blogging again

3. ding-a-leng; you need a break from all those studying

4. miss smith; just irritating you plainly coz i know you will do it

5. you and You and YOU!

Mission Impossible

Okay, this is the deal; i need a gay friend! Just one and i'm not asking for more. Contrary to popular beliefs (not everything you heard on the radio or read on perezhilton.com about me is true) i do not, i repeat, do not have a gay friend with whom i could spend a wicked saturday night out with or just plainly go off for a shopping spree with. I know i'm sad. Spare me the puppy dog eyes will you.

The truth is, i do have a few gay friends coz it would be shamefully tragic to say otherwise. But out of the four gay friends i know, two of them are in jakarta, one is my boss (who is a bit older than me and he's a family man now, hence you can't expect him to go giggling around town with me) and the last one is my ex, which we shall not talk about. Therefore the closest thing i get to enjoying the benefit of a gay friend is hanging out with my dearest lesbian counterpart. But it's different la. I can't be sharing my stash of porn with her, can't i? She'll probably die of shock.

You might be asking why the hell i don't have any gay friends? Well, i've been thinking about that a lot lately and i guess it all boils down to the fact that;

a. I seldom, very seldom, close to never ever go to gay clubs. There's no one for me to go with. You can't seriously expect me to go alone! That would be tragic right smack in the face.

b. Even though i'm an active member of both fridae and gay.com, i don't actually go cruizing for friends online. That would also be quite tragic. Besides i'm a bit lazy to filter through all those godforsaken wankers that we all know exist amongst those pretty faces online.

c. I have way too many girlfriends, not that i am complaining. I sincerely adores every single one of them as they always treat me just like one of them, but that's where the problem lies. The stuff that a girl chats among themselves is way different than you would expect from a bunch of fags like me. Up till now, i think i'm the only guy in the whole wide world who understands what a perfectly fitted bra means to a girl. Likewise, there's also the theory that there could only be one gay guy in a group of girlfriends. Seldom do you see more than the usual ratio. Trust me, i've been in there long enough to know. So how could i expect other gay guys to venture into my group of girlfriends without being totally anguish with the heavy weight of compact powders, to the unexplainable urge for a mani/padi groupie session at the mall. I don't blame them.

d. And lastly, it has something to do with the line of work that i'm doing. Besides the obvious fact that it takes up nearly ninety percent of my personal time, i think my job is a very manly driven job that only a few selected females have succeed in it. And not much inbetweeners like me have been known to exist. The fact is, most of them couldn't be bothered with it, and if they did, they would have been smart enough to leave the bandwagon long before they turn into the psycho bitch that i'm slowing evolving to. Therefore no hope in meeting any gay friends at work either.

See. You can't really blame me for wanting a gay friend, cause i sincerely and urgently need one. Just one. I'm not greedy you know. So therefore tonight, i'm on a serious mission with my most trusted sidekick, lilmissmei, to look for a gay friend to be my friend. For interested applicants, catch my special one-night only appearance at Maison tonight along with lilmissmei. She'll be the one in the skimpiest outfit on the dance floor, while i will most probably be in the shadow shuffling to my own heartbeat. I'll even put an effort to smile. I promise.

i'm gonna be lucky tonight!

You must be joking. Seriously.

Thou shall not drink.

The scary bit about getting really drunk is not knowing what happen the day after. The amount of b52 that i shot up my blood stream, the infinite jugs of long island tea and the occasional lemon drop in between, is all i could remember of the previous night out. Ohh ya, there's also the lingering thoughts that i might have been flirting with one of the waiter at the club. Gosh! That's so totally unladylike of me!

Then again, this happens to me almost every weekend. The tragedies i fathered, the disaster i co-written and the destruction i caused every time i go for a girls night out with the boys is shamefully humiliating but nevertheless predictable. All in the days work of a classic case of a hopeless drunk.

For the benefit of you and your friends, the next time you happen to see me in a club, just turn away and go home. Don't even bother to stay for the complimentary drink cause seriously, it's not worth it and i'll probably ruin your fantabulous night out. But if you're a tormented pervert who enjoys seeing little asian boys doing the chicken little dance on the bar stool, well, by all means grab a seat coz the show is about to begin.

maydaze or sleazeball?