The Little Maharaja

The weekend i was away in Penang, The Little Maharaja Jesse had his birthday do. I love this shot of the little Maharaja and his loving daddymummy ey.

Uncle Jeff was in Penang for a training of a new product and of course busy gorging sinfully from Swatow Lane to Jelutong mkt and having durian's too at the stall by the roadside...Chap Kaki i believe. I was disappointed that i was not able to party with Jesse and his gang.

Jesse son of James, grow up quick and i'll get you a pair of Timberlands so that you can follow me trekking. Do what your daddy has always been avoiding...trek with Uncle Jeff. Do the manly thing, after all your daddy did give you a manly man's name.

I await the day you trek with me. Happy Birthday Little Maharaja!

Namaste. 

Sunday@FRIM

T'was the sunday that was...I was at FRIM with none of my regulars. Whirlwind was in batu Pahat, Analizer Kit probably trekked in Gasing as I was not available in the morning and newby Nat was on her way to a full moon celebration.

Oddest still was that i was there at 4pm...tea time. Sun was blazing, air was humid but i was there in support of a friend who wanted to bring his other friends to my backyard. I was wearing my JC sandals as i did not have time to go home and get my boots. This is not my first time here at this hour. Hot as it was the trail was well shaded by the trees and the air was cool with breeze shooting through the age old trees and snaking through its leaves.

I began to trail behind as the 4 friends kept chatting and continued with their labored strides. I decided to take a leisurely stroll and smell the grass if you will and see the trees for the forest, experiencing the breeze that washed over my perspiring bodice and face. I started listening to the trees and thots of my grandparents came to mind. Memories of them washed over my mind, remembering my childhood in Maxwell's Hill. Suddenly i hear the familiar...kuk kuk kuk...kuk kuk kuk, that same sound i heard when i was a child in the hills. I remember asking my grandfather what it was that made that sound. He told me it was a si bak kuk ... hainanese for squirel. Immediately I was transported to that day standing with my grandpa beside me, he in his long black trousers ironed to a crisp wearing just a white singlet neatly tucked into those pants and smoking his John Player's Classic...as we both looked down into the valley in front of us and just experiencing the beauty and music of the forest.

While the others kept on with their babble as we trekked all the way to the peak 1000ft above sea level, I, left in my own world was listening to the music of the forest while experiencing its beauty and the memories it brought me.

Princessa Dani

We celebrated little Dani's first birthday on sat pictured here with her sugared Fairy Godmother and sugared cupcake fairies. 

Pink Dick!

This dick hails from the red light districts of Amsterdam. A day before i left for Amsterdam i asked a good friend of mine what she wanted...and she replied, " Get me a dick!"

Of course she meant the real bugger since she has been single and celibate for a rather long while and as barren land go, it thrives for water. In her case, a good man. Which of course many a women might claim that there are few and far between and to some...do not even EXIST. So, while i was in Amsterdam i went in search of a Dick.

"Alstubleft...where can i get a dick? Cock?" Now that would be very risky. So i decided that it would be safer for me to go into a sex shop and sneakily get her a rubber dicky, hence the pink phallus on my chair.

Getting this thing thru the airport scanners was again very tricky. I didn't know how M'sian or S'pore customs might take it. I'm sure you don't declare stuff like that. Embarassing more than anything i guess. A conversation with the custom's officer could be...
"Apa tu?"
"err...kote cik..."
"Apa?" ...they quite deaf sometimes..on occasion..
" kote...lanchau, kuku, konek..."
"Shiok sendiri ke?"

I tried putting it in my pant pocket but it felt like i had a boner, which was not good cos it felt like having someone else's dick next to mine not to mention the incessant bulge in my pants. To cut it short i manage to bring it in safely...tho i felt like i was smuggling narcs.

Finally i gave it to my friend and 2 weeks after that my friend who has been single and celibate tells me she just had the best sex she's had for a long time and for the whole night too...and it's not with the rubber Dick. She says, " I think the pink Dick you got me has brought me sexual luck!" Now she has a rubber dick and a man in her life and a little bit more...

So you singles out there...here's something else you can try. As three legged frogs and pitcher plants bring wealth, a rubber dick might get you a man practicing karma sutra with you.

Bleedin' Hearts

One of my many favorite garden plants. Bleedin' Hearts is what it's called, of course the scientist have some fancy name which i don't care to know. I love how the red is infused into the white spotted green leaves.

Believe it or not this plant has been with me for a long, long time. Once it even died and no more leaves grew out of the pot. I was of course upset...but i did not cry for 3 days 3 nights. After cleaning out the old soil i kept its tiny yam like root, size of my thumb...not enough for a Fatt Thiew Cheong dish and replanted it in this rustic looking pot. Lo and behold about a week later a shoot started pushing its way out of the soil and blossomed into these tall leaves. It used to grow only a stalk at a time and wither just about the next stalk shoots out of the soil but of late it has kept growing and growing bo chup wether the earlier stalk is dead or not and as i write this blog shoot number 4 has popped up and there are 2 babies by the side too.

Hence i never throw out my old plants, even if they seem dead...they may just surprise you and pop out of the ground. Moral of the story...never give up on the One's you love, they may yet surprise you!

Intimately...Boots

A closer look at me booties...have an intimate experience for they walk this way but once.

These boots represent adventure, comfort, safety, part of my suit of armour, an alternate lifestyle, a road less travelled, a journey waiting to happen...you could say, it brings out a wild and more adventurous side of me. Kinda like Clark Kent... only that i'm no weirdo like him...wearing his undies on the outside. No offence Supes, just not my thing.

By day i am your average joe working a 8.30 to 6.00 and a little more kinda guy from monday to friday. Working and walking in leather shoes that the older generation calls kik kok hai on account of the sound made by the heels when it hits the pavement. Sat and Sun is when the boots and JC sandal come on. The smell of FREEDOM in the air is exciting from the moment i get up at 7am on a sat or sun morning. Somehow the sunshine and the smell of the air is different. Someone once asked if i was crazy to wake up so early on a weekend, to that i answered, "It's my day off, i believe i should spend it awake and doing the things i wanna do."

Since then Monday Blues are a thing of the past. Try it! 

Boots & JC sandal

These are my prized possesions, my Timberland boots and Teva's JC sandals...Jesus Christ sandals is what it is called cos Jesus wore similar looking footwear tho not in this color.

Let me introduce you to my trusted treking and travelling companions. Far left and in black mesh is my wet and dry half cut which has traversed the cold rushing waters of Chilling Waterfalls at KKB, FRIM's cool dragonfly mating river and the muddy trails of Bukit Cerakah...which has been replaced by the new name, Bukit Cahaya cos too many Cina kept calling the place Bukit Celaka. Takes to the water like Charlie and dries off rather quickly too.

Next to that, the dark skinned ankle cut fellow is a veteran of Penang Hill, Bunga Buah...which is now closed to trekkers... no thanx to Uncle Lim, FRIM. Has a pretty good grip on slopes and slanted inclines. It's now waiting for its next trek...which will only happen after chor chat...not advisable to go deep jungle trekking when there are so many hungry ghost about...so for now it's FRIM only.

JC sandal basically goes everywhere, she's a standby for all terrain and all purpose wear.

The classical Yellow Boot is basic footwear when i go khau lui or dating, window shopping, bird watching and mainly to look cool. The tanned looking brother of his is a gift from Stevo, it's a 30th anniversary edition, which i only found out last week from my good buddy at Timberland s boutique...yes they call them boutiques. Stylo mylo ma. Both these pairs...like the hailam brothers...are cool shoes dude.

Have boots will travel mate.

Scallawags we is...

Me and me Pirate buddies causin' mayhem at the awlp LP Conn's Fun Quiz 2006. Fun we had, girls we had...but whar's da bloody rum? 

Booty

That's me Pirate's booty courtesy of awlp connection 2006.

A booty of titty biscuits for being part of a threesome of MC's for awlp's FUN QUIZ 2006, another crazy event for LP's to let down their hair and hav fun while testing their mental aptitude. Nothing too cerebral, after all who doesn't know where the town of Titty Ho & Penistone is?

Here are me lackeys and wenches that would shiver many a timber...Oh bugger!

It's great being a Pirate!

Bootilicious

Forest Gump's ma told him, " Life is like a box of choclits! You never know what you gonna git."

That pretty much sums up this particular car and it's crazy owner. One day you will find it filled with boxes and boxes of files and paperwork from the corporate world, the next you might find smelly sox and a pair of sneakers that looked like it went to hell and back. Another day would find rice, onions and canned foods or old clothes waiting for a suitable home to adopt...of course as the picture shows, there are times when beautiful oil paintings occupy the space with a satisfied grin on the Artist's face. I am awaiting the day when the Artist starts painting nudes.
Imagine a pair of tits staring at you from the open boot than a bunch o' bloomin flowers. Hah!

Nuff said about the wonder car. Only way to describe the driver of said car is...much the same as the car or Gump's box of choclits...you never know what you gonna git. She is here, there and everywhere. You can't nail her down. Where there is a need, there she will be. Hence my nickname for her...

Whirlwind Wendy...