Arabians...arghh

I was never known for being such an asshole or a racist, but people from the middle east kinda brings me to the edge in many occasions. My encounter with them during my tenure at FF have never been pleasant. They don't know what they want! They're also the most arrogant people I've ever met, and they never kept promises.

The news of a Saudi princess in Paris with a debt of some 70,000 euros in designer lingerie further convinced my perception. Apparently, she owed hotel bills and the Parisian jeweller Chaumet more than 600,000 euros too.

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I am an architecture freak. I love tall buildings and admire them, but I'm never a fan with tall buildings and mega stuctures of Dubai, as I felt they didn't worked hard to earn that glamour but merely perfect luck that they're sitting on oil.

No offense.

Being gay as a gift

After reading Davey Wavey's latest entry, I begin to relate how being gay is a gift to myself.

While being gay doesn’t define me as a person, it has helped mold me into the person that I am today. I’ve been asked many times before “if you could take a pill to turn straight…” and the answer has always been “No, I wouldn’t”.

Reason being mainly because without the internal struggles I’ve experienced, and the struggles of coming out and finding myself, I wouldn’t be the person I am today.

I'm not just another gay guy after all.

I had never thought about my sexuality as a gift. But I tend to agree. Straight people know that they are straight and there is a certain way that they are expected to act, but we must find our own way, and decipher what we think is right for ourselves. Being open to myself for three years now allows me to find the balance in my own way of living and doing things that I feel is right for myself.

Lego

Lego has been my number one toy ever since my dad bought me my first set when I was about three, it was Duplo (larger blocks, but still Lego) at first but lego never went out of trend. Yes! I'm still playing with them now!

Every now and then when I walked passed the toy section at the department stores I can't resist to take a look at the Lego collections. My favourite ones are those called Lego basic, i.e. the classic blocks, not those themed with Starwars or whatsoever, because those version tend to limit the possibilities you can build outside the instruction book.

KLCC is currently organizing this event called "Treasures AHOY!" at the centre court from 2-7June. Go take a look and get fascinated with the wonders you can make from these tiny little bricks.

Kids having fun with thousands of bricks.. jealous!!

Wonder if The Malaysian legoland project will go well and open as planned.

Goodbye FF!

Gone are the days struggling to get people in for closeout every end of the month to hit budget, and making endless calls trying to make people mind their health business.

After working there for the past six months, I've lost touch with my blog, facebook, and catching up with my friends and family, by at least 60 percent. Thanks to the incredible working hours at FF. But I've also gained some priceless experience in the business, and learnt an important lesson- to appreciate time spent with my loved ones.

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Apart from stressing out most of the time, these are some random stuff me and my fellow colleagues do to counter the pressure: (nope it's not Halloween)

Yes we need to bring pets to cheer it up!

Eating on a budget

'Cause I thought spending an average of 20 bucks a day for some 'slightly healthier' food at nearby menara hap seng or UBN tower instead of the typical all-they-can-fry stalls behind my office where most of my colleagues eats is starting to hurt my wallet. I thought of hitting the supermarkets to make my own healthy food.

Stevie had earlier warned me that packing sandwiches and salads may actually end up costing similarly to eating out. I didn't believe until i was so close to putting some of the stuff i got in the trolley when i hit the checkout.

RM 167.25!

So here's some tips from my mom when shopping for food:

1- Get a basket

Forget about trolleys. You'll head straight to the checkout once you start to feel the weight on your arms.

2- Look up and down

Eye-level merchandise are usually those promoted by the manufacturer and supermarkets so they tend to cost more than those located at the upper or lower shelves.

3- Never shop for food with an empty stomach.

Doing this will end up chucking the extra chocolates and junk food which defeated the purpose of budget-eating.

Stupid traffic police

It has been a week since the last time i hit the gym in the morning before turning up for work and due to the sales target i have to achieve for March, I've been staying late at work till 10 pm almost everyday for a week now.

I finally had enough sleep yesterday and manage to wake up earlier for gym today, only to realize the traffic horror along ALL roads; major, trunk, back lanes, everywhere!!

The culprit? Traffic police!

For the past few days traffic was heavy but moving without them. Everytime when they took over the role of traffic lights the situation went downhill rightaway with poor synchronizing at different junctions.

A classic example is the junction that merges Jalan Bukit Bintang with Jalan Raja Chulan behind Pavilion. With the lights, traffic is smooth because it's green only for either side of the traffic. Where our traffic police allows both traffic flow at the same time and direction. If you're trying to head left into Jalan Perak infront of Cosway and Novotel, you can forget about it. (with malaysian road etiquette in addition.)

This is not the first time traffic police creating jams everywhere. Please, leave it to the traffic lights if you're not properly trained.

Just fuck and keep quiet!

'So me and Geoff were having brunch at the cafe next to my office and this cute hunky guy walked passed us and so ofcourse we exchanged a few glances.

"Arghhh his bulge from his pants reminds me of Brat (not his real name), my regular fuckbuddy who only fucks and kept his mouth shut." said geoff with his mouth full.

10 seconds ago we were talking about how to increase sales in the club.

So this was his story with Brad which replaces the sales conversation for the entire meal:

Two Sundays ago, Geoff received a text from my on-and-off fuckbuddy Brat while watching The Nanny.

Brad texted: "Keen?"

His question can mean only one thing. That little four-letter word has a life of its own and a special place in any dictionary for any gay men. And i love how some of us have come up with special code-phrases to ask our fuckbuddies out when we're horny-and-want-to-get-off.

So Geoff invited him over to his place as he was horny-and-want-to-get-off, too.

Brat arrived, looking tired. A little moody. Probably jetlag, he figured.

"Actually, i wouldn't have assumed jetlag if he didn't tell me, only on our third meeting, that he was an air steward. Before that, he was extremely reluctant to talk about anything other than what we were going to do."

It was the fifth meeting, and all geoff know is his name, age and occupation. And he only uses one kindof lube only found in Australia. And that's about it.

This has yet to happen to me but it left me wonder, isn't it theoretically weird, knowing so little about the person I share my bed with, who might wake up in the night and rob me blind, or set my apartment on fire?

It's not about being paranoid. After all, being a good fuck and a psycho aren't mutually exclusive.

Personally if i were Geoff i would feel disgustingly embarrassed when the guy i just slept with minutes ago snapped. "You like to ask alot of questions. hor"

I'm confused. Sexually confused. It didn't help to be out and only out for nearly 2 years and wasn't sure if getting to know your fuck buddy taboo? Perhaps I have not had enough fuckbuddies until being in a stable relationship now.

So this is what i think, our sexuality - always something to hide and be wary about, possibly to our career, or relations with family and friends to remain anonymous and herding us into an unfriendliness and distance we must maintain with our fuckbuddies while at the same time fulfilling our needs.

Or perhaps there is also the fear of being disappointed Brat used to experience.