The Past, The Present and The Future

Just last week I was complaining that I had probably ran out of steam blogging. I had nothing to write about then. I had blogger's block. So I ended up posting pictures and a YouTube link for a fabulous movie I watched. But yes, a week has since passed and I am back with quite a bit to bitch about. Where shall I start?

But first, NAHHH! Yes, instead of the middle finger, I've decided to put something closer to the real thing. A bit of graphic swear to kick off this blog post.

Why so rude ah? Why so lebih-lebih ah? Phuh! It has been a busy week for me. Traveling all over the place. Last Thursday and Friday was in Penang. No sex. Weekend was like nyonya doing housechores. No sex. Then Monday flew to JB for day trip. Tiring. And then Tuesday flew to Jakarta and only got back today. Tired and still no sex. Wah! Tired but very horny you know? And now, mom and dad are in town for a month or so. Whenever, they're in town, they usually stay with me during the weekend. Again, no sex. Cannot bring hot guys back home liao.... for the next four weekends. How? How? (Not that I always bring hot guys home la, in fact I can't quite remember when, or did I? But whatever it is, the thought, the possibility of it has been dashed....).

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The Past and The Future

As I collect my hand-carry bag from the security scanning machine at the Gate leading to the aircraft, I turned behind and saw a familiar face. A tall, fairly well built guy with quite a handsome face. Yes, I remembered him clearly. He caught me looking at him. I smiled and looked straight into his eyes. I winked. He was caught offguard for a moment. Puzzled that he was being cruised so forcefully and unashamedly. Then, he remembered who I was.

It has been such a long time since I've seen him or contacted him. Must have been like 4 years. We have a common friend (whom I have also lost touch) back then, and we were introduced by that common friend. At that time, I was still a virgin, and so was he. Nope, sorry, wrongly stated .... hehe... I am still a virgin now. So two virgins how? Ok ok.... I digressed a bit. At that time, we were relatively new to the plu scene. According to him, I was his second plu friend wor. Wah! I feel so terharu! Back then, we met up quite a bit for a short while, but for some reason, there wasn't really anything going on. Eventually, the friendship just died.

The aircraft was eerily empty for an international flight. I think only about 40 passengers, I counted. As we were lining up to get on board, I asked him where is he seated, so that I can come sit next to him and chat. 15D. I looked at my boarding pass: 15C. Wow! What a coincidence! How impeccable! After 4 years of non-contact, and of the 200 seats in the aircraft, we were assigned seats next to each other, only to be separated by the aisle! We laughed at it, and we spent the next two hours talking and catching up.

When we found out that we're going to be living in the same neighbourhood (he's shifting from PJ to a place just 5 minutes away from my place) by next month, we got even more excited about it. We're practically neighbours. Yes, there'll be another kaki to hang out with soon in the area.

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Banten, Indonesia

This time, my trip to Banten was relatively short. Thank goodness! I usually had a driver to take me to the work site, but this time I had two. One of them act like a bodyguard la. Wah! Everywhere I go, he follow me you know?! I never felt so safe before. He even told me he will take good care of me and assured me not to be scared.

So, on the second day, I treated them with food when they break fast at around 6pm.

Clockwise from bottom right: Sayur Asin Char Tahu, Ikan Bakar Gurame

Sayur Asam (in small bowl), rice, and Ayam Kalasan

On the way back to the airport, we passed by the poorer areas of Kota Tangerang. There were people washing their clothes by the drain. The water is so murky and filthy, but yet, these poor people use it to wash their clothes. Yes, shocking, but painfully true. We should be thankful that we didn't have to live under such deplorable conditions, with limited access to clean water.

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I came back today and went for BodyJam. But my usual Jam kaki was nowhere to be found. With their passport, they have migrated to the other branches, in search of instructors with good techniques and cues, as well as of course, in search of lengchai la. So, I bodyjammed today without them. Hmmp!!! Sindy has agreed to subsidize my passport upgrade, until now also keep quiet only. Cheh! I wonder what the future holds for my Jam kaki....

Good Morning Baltimore

This cute little tune got stuck in my head for the whole day!

Big Hair

What else better to do on a Saturday nite than to watch BIG stars with BIG hair singing and dancing the nite away? It's corny. It's campy. It's colourful. Love the music, love the moves, love the hair, love the drama queens, love the cute hot guys....

John Travolta in drag.

Big haired Pfeiffer

Yum yum.... James Marsden

Yummicious Zac Effron

Drool!!!

Younger and younger

Many people had told me that I don't quite look my age. But last night was the ultimate! As Fable got through the main entrance, I was stopped and asked to produce my IC as the bouncer insisted to look at the date of birth. At this ancient age, I still looked like an underaged school kid??? Even Fable got through! Haha!

Well, I take it as a compliment. I was a YOUNG beautiful sexy diva that night!

The Divas Don't Live Here Anymore

I can't quite remember how I got to know about it, but it was about 8 years back when I first made my way to CM trying to locate the happening club for the gay community in KL. It was daytime, and I was walking around the area trying to look see look see la. My heart was racing as I climbed the staircase to the first floor. It wasn't open, of course, but it had a heavily tinted glass door. I was young and very timid then, and hadn't quite come out yet. It had a very sinful look. Too much for me to bear.

Fast forward two years later, in 2001, when I started to blossom in full glory, like all if not most gay sinners, I just had to go and experience gay clubbing. I remembered quite vividly when I was touched by the whole experience. I went there with my two ex-colleagues. I even bumped into the Director of my company then (yes, surprise!).

It was the time when Kylie was the Queen of all Discos, especially the campy ones. The club was packed with all sorts of sinners partying away. Quite a number of sinners were taking a breather outside to get away from the heat, sweat, smoke, booze and loud thumping music. When the familiar addictive thumping base of Can't Get You Out of My Head started with that oh-so-catchy la la la, everyone outside, including moi suddenly jumped up (as if we're in a high jump competition), screamed Kylie!! (as if we've been possessed) and rushed (as if we've been chased by a ferocious dog) campily inside to join the rest of a worked up crowd. Now THAT is the power of Kylie.

The club became a regular haunt for me and my other dancing/clubbing partner, Fable, and we went there like almost every 1 or 2 weeks. There were times when we went there for 3 - 4 consecutive weeks! Other regular campy crowd favoruites at that time was Jenny From the Block (JLo), Stronger (Britney), Get This Party Started (Pink), In Your Eyes (Kylie), Love At First Sight (Kylie).... In no time, Fable and I progressed to become the Liquid Divas. We almost always dance on the podium. We attended quite a few Liquid trademark functions, such as the Beach Party and Back To School. But I didn't get to go to the Foam Party. I was out of country but I think Fable did. I'm so jealous!

Then the club expanded to include The Disco on the upper floor. Which meant more glorious dancing nites, bigger space and larger podium. Yes, more space for divas like us! But in spite of that, the crowd seemed to grow bigger too. For example, on the May Day event, it was so packed, smoky, hot and with so many shirtless sweaty muscle-bodied guys, I had difficulty breathing! Fable and I also had a new non-dancing partner, Alex, who refused to dance because he claimed he's too stiff (kononnya he's straight acting la....straight guys and straight acting guys don't dance, apparently). But in the power of Kylie changed that, and he soon became a dancing queen, to our surprise.

But I blossomed for only a short 2 years, to my disappointment. My energy level dropped, I was sleepy by 10pm and the music became unsuitable for divas like me. It probably died when the Kylie mania withered away too. Our frequency to the club (and the other new club with the same acronym) dropped quite drastically. Too old for this kind of stuff liao! Too old for the smoke, the crowd, the loud music, the pretentiousness.

When we heard it was closing/shifting, we thought that we had to go to reminisce the old times. Ant and Kit came along too, just like before. Alex joined us later. But there was something missing in the atmosphere. The divas don't live here anymore.