*Monday, 30th June 2008*
Alexander and I have a tendency of ogling over some hotties we spotted around us. If either one of us is at somewhere else, we'll text each other (sounds like reporting from a certain part of the city) like how we did on the "Ixora Guy" and "Hunk with Tattooed Arm".
One fine afternoon, somewhere early in this month, I went for haircut back in Ipoh where I was needed to wait for about 30 mins for my turn. Then somehow, this particular guy, just done with his hair and while waiting for his another friend, he sat next to me and goodness, I almost literally wanna sink my teeth into his firm, toned right arm!
Who wants a bite?
As usual, I grabbed my phone and start pressing.
Hyperion: OMG, I'm in a saloon waiting for my turn and this big arm guy came and sat next to me!
Alexander: Gasp! Try to take pix... Or talk to him.
Hyperion: Ergh... Talk cannot la. Lemme try to take pix.
Alexander: Good good... Hehehe...
*MMS the picture over.
Alexander: Wow... Playing PSP some more... Go touch touch...
Hyperion: Crazy ah? But anyway, just touch is not enough. You know, I like guys in dark green tee cos resemble armies' uniform. Imagine splashing water all over him. A drenched soldier. So yummy!
Alexander: Ooooo...Good imagination! Maybe he's from the army!
*The ogling session continues till that guy left.... :p
** And I expect more ogling after 13 days from today.
Ogling With Alexander
From My Playlist 18
*Thursday, 26th June 2008*
手上青春还剩多少
思念还有多少煎熬
偶尔清洁用过的梳子
留下了时光的线条
你的世界但愿都好
当我想起你的微笑
无意重读那年的情书
时光悠悠青春渐老
回不去的那段相知相许美好
都在发黄的信纸上闪耀
那是青春诗句记号
莫怪读了心还会跳
你是否也还记得那一段美好
也许写给你的信早扔掉
这样才好曾少你的
你已在别处都得到
Model-To-Be In Distress
*Thursday, 26th June 2008*
The lift opened and I slowly walk out of it. The evening sun was shining brightly. As I approached the stairs, a silhouette of a human body, a guy (no evidence of boobs) I presumed, walked by and stopped at the directory.
Model-To-Be: Hello. Sorry there but do you know where is this place located at?
He's a mixed (I think so, maybe Indian-Muslim), around 26-27 years old with stubbles, wearing a pair of checker short pants (above knee level) and carrying a big "semi man-bag" (you know, those resembles a woman shopping bag?)
Definitely gay, I said to myself.
I looked at the name card he shoved to my face. Don't quite remember the name of the studio but yes, it's somewhere nearby my office area.
Hyperion: Have you checked the other side of the block? *point to the left*
Model-To-Be: I did... *swing his hands in a diva-ish style* I have been searching for it for about 20 minutes!
*My gaydar suddenly pinged.
Hyperion: Em... card says Block A. This is Block A. Why don't you call the person?
Model-To-Be: I tried but he didn't answer my call... *flip the phone*
Hyperion: Okay... if you can't find it in this block, then maybe it's at the block behind. Maybe you can go and check it.
Model-To-Be: Yeah, I think so too. Thank you, anyway.
.......
Maybe I should go for audition too. I'm sure I can walk much better. :p
Right Now
*Monday, 23rd June 2008*
The soldier with multiple personalities tagged me with a meme.. em... when was it again? Never mind that. The meme itself sounds quite simple though.
1. Right now, what's at the top of your "top 25" list on iTunes?
Err... first, I don't use iTunes, does WMP counts? (WMP = Windows Media Player-lah).
亲爱的你怎么不在我身边 - 江美琪
As most people know, mine are 99.99% Chinese tracks.
2. Right now, what's the first thing on your "to do" list for today?
Submit client's payment advice form to the counter when lunch break ends at 2.30pm.
3. Right now, what are you thinking about having for your next meal?
I just had my lunch and I got to think what to eat tonight!?
Hmm.... maybe nasi lemak. Or claypot yee mee.
4. Right now, what other applications are running on your PC as you do this meme?
IE7 (view the futures and regional markets data)
Mozilla Firefox 2 (blog, Facebooking, downloading songs and Gmail)
MSN Messenger
Google Talk
AVG Antivirus
Microsoft Excel (clients' portfolio)
5. Right now, name 5 people you think will respond to this Meme if you tagged them?
The only person I can think of is Defiant but he's been tagged, so nah.
I Miss The Boys
*Wednesday, 18th June 2008*
Warning: crappy grammar ahead.
I'm not really an animal person. I think they're noisy and it's a hassle to take care of 'em; feed them, bring them for walk, bathe them etc etc. The only animal I kept was fish. They don't make noise, their food are far more cheaper, no need to bring them for evening walk... but to clean the tank is a "heavy duty" (I'm getting lazier anyway).
But sometimes I missed the boys in Ipoh.
*Professor Hanson
My ex kept two dogs (the number became three now). He got Hanson, a male Golden Retriever from one of his ex. Golden Retrievers and Labrador Retrievers are famous for their calm, docile nature, hence Hanson is such an angel at home. His daily job is to eat, shit, laze around, sleep, sometimes will dig the soil and be the first to greet whoever come to visit. My ex will bathe him once every week but the task then slowly passed on to his eldest brother. Hanson was taught to show his front paw if you say "Hand" but he will only show the right paw. 
*HeMan just about 1-2 months old.
He later bought a puppy Rottweiler as he needed a guard dog for his house and I named it HeMan (a "strong" name for a "strong" dog?). Rottweilers tails are snipped off when they're still small (I have no idea for what purpose). HeMan is the total opposite of Hanson, he bites whatever thing he could get; door mat, shoes, pebbles, plants etc. The vet recommended us to feed him with plenty of protein for his muscle buildup and a strong body frame. It was almost my full responsibility to take care of him when I sleep over at my ex's place on my off days where I have to feed him in the morning and get him some fresh water. He doesn't like dog biscuits so I sometimes add some milk to the biscuits or dog treats to it.
I miss tickling Hanson's stomach and play with his ears.
I miss scratching HeMan's head.
Costume Party Mayhem
*Monday, 16th June 2008*
*Artwork by The Bunny Mafias
The gang and I went for the 3 Birthdays & 1 Farewell costume party presented by The Bunny Mafias last Friday at Relish, opposite Frangipani.
It was a blast!
The party was supposed to start at 9pm but due to some transportation issue, I only managed to reach there around 10.30pm but I noticed that most of the guests haven't arrived yet. I went to the loo to put on my costume and when I came out, all sorts of "creatures" appeared before me.
Mad surgeon & doctor, soldier, cowboy & cowgirl, rabbit waiter & waitress, Leon (from Resident Evil), L(s) & Kira (from Death Note and yes, there are 2 Ls), gigantic Sponge Bob Square Pants (so cute!), drag queens (notably Kate Moses and Audrien Hepburn), Roman emperor & Greek goddess, gay-sha (geisha), horny building site & safety construcion workers, pastry and cuisine chefs, kickboxer, pirate, mechanic and so on. Almost everyone has a fancy headgear (imagine colourful and oversized afro wigs, Minnie ears and lady hat). What a sight!
Xavier and I decided to go as chefs, so I asked around, "Where to get the chef hats!?" but no one knows. But it was luckily enough for us that I found a site on Internet on how to create a chef hat so I decided to make it myself. Instead of tissue paper as recommended by the site, I used white plastic grocery bags to cover the top part and made it puffed up... the result was hilarious! 
Chefs and the rabbit waiter. See what I mean? :p
And here's some preview of what happened that night when these bunch of people gathered:
As you can see, there are plenty of molesting, stripping, kissing, hugging, laughing, cam-whoring, drinking and posing activities. :P
Guess everyone had a great time and still excited over the party (comments on the photos uploaded on Facebook were overwhelming but sorry, only available for private viewing).
That aside, MarketPlace this Saturday!
Read more about the party here:
How Good Are You In Bed?
*Wednesday, 11st June 2008*
I think I'm lazy to work/too free.
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MY Client
*Wednesday, 11st June 2008*
Yesterday...
Boss: Jason, would you consider or look for someone who is 12 years older than yourself?
Hyperion: Em.. you mean like Ujin?
Boss: Yeah lo.
Hyperion: I don't think I will lo...
Boss: For me, I don't think I will either... but... you won't need to worry about money!
Hyperion: Hahaha... Yeah hor, Ujin's boyfriend is a CEO in a company in SG!
Boss: So, remember to get yourself a CEO too.
Hyperion: -_-"
Today...
I met a new client who is 12 years older than me who doesn't-look-like-38yo-but-much-younger, strong handshake, neatly dressed, birthday only 2 days away from mine, not a CEO but a GM (don't be greedy, ok).
But he's married.
BUMMER.
Maybe I should make my boss to talk more on this topic. Talk more = more chances?
From My Playlist 17
*Wednesday, 11st June 2008*
这里的空气很新鲜
这里的小吃很特别
这里的latte不像水
这里的夜景很有感觉
在一万英尺的天边
在有港口view的房间
在讨价还价的商店
在凌晨喧闹的三四点
可是亲爱的你怎么不在我身边
我们有多少时间能浪费
电话再甜美
传真再安慰
也不足以应付不能拥抱你的遥远
我的亲爱的你怎么不在我身边
一个人过一天像过一年
海的那一边
乌云一整片
我很想为了你快乐一点
可是亲爱的
你怎么不在身边
在一万英尺的天边
在有港口view的房间
在讨价还价的商店
在凌晨喧闹的三四点
可是亲爱的你怎么不在我身边
我们有多少时间能浪费
电话再甜美
传真再安慰
也不足以应付不能拥抱你的遥远
我的亲爱的你怎么不在我身边
一个人过一天像过一年
海的那一边
乌云一整片
我很想为了你快乐一点
可是亲爱的
你怎么不在身边
The furthest place on Earth,
No matter how far it is,
It's not any further,
Than our loved one not by our side.
Here
*Tuesday, 10th June 2008*
这里的空气很新鲜
这里的小吃很特别
这里的latte不像水
这里的夜景很有感觉
The air here is very fresh
The local snacks here are special
The latte here doesn't diluted like water
The night view here is nice
A Bangkok Love Story? (Prelude to Bangkok Trip, July 2008)
*Tuesday, 3rd June 2008*
Club-hopping was a bit boring, frankly speaking. But the night was still early and instead of spend time scouting for interesting stuff at Patpong night bazaar, the guys prefer to spend the time in clubs where there's plenty of eye candies and air-conditioning.
Competition between clubs reigned here, which is just off Suriwongse street. Staffs from different clubs will persuade you to go to theirs and when necessary, they'll use force by pulling you.
"I feel like punching that guy who pulled me just now."
As the mamasan scurried around to find us seats, our eyes scanned the surroundings wildly, anticipating something that worth the hassle of going through the barricades of staffs outside. Boys (and a few guys) clad in just white undies with number were filling up the small stage, constantly throwing smiles to the patrons.
You came down from the stage, in front of me and turned to look at me. I look back almost instantly and I suddenly had the urge to smile. Our eye contact locked on each other - I remembered I didn't blink my eye at that very moment, until you slowly disappeared into the crowd that just came in.
"Did you see anyone you like yet?"
I shook my head but I know I'm lying.
The show started after that and somehow, I'm relieved that you're not one of the "performers". And then, I saw you walking around, probably looking for your friends at backstage. This time, as you passed by in front of our seats, you hurled a soft smile while your eyes staring boldly at me. I tried to flinch but something in me forced me to return the smile and... I did.
"Hey, that number 21 was looking at you throughout the night!"
"You think so too?"
"It's so obvious-lah!"
As the shows over, we asked for the bill and I felt heavy inside. Tonight is our last night here, which means I only be able to see you again on my next visit (if only you still working at the same place by that time, that's it). You're now fully dressed and look just fine with a dark green tee, jeans and brown sling bag and joking around with your friends aka "colleagues" near the entrance door. I reluctantly followed the guys... you saw me and smile to me again. No flinching this time, I smiled back, nodded a bit and walk towards the door.
The guys were already far away in front of me. I turned back and gave the club a last gaze. Perhaps the guys realised that I wasn't with them, they come back to get me and then, you walked by next to me.
"Hello."
I was lost with my words at that moment.
"Sawadeekrap."
And I hurried away. I felt that my heart was beating fast. That was perhaps one of the rudest thing I have ever done in this land. As we stopped at the nearby hawker stalls for supper, you passed by. You saw me, you wave at me and then you stopped. From far, I could see your body language; you pointed at yourself, then point at me and nod your head as if you were asking, "Do you want my company?"
I waved back and slowly shook my head. You smiled again and finally walk away.
That was the last time I saw you.
You were no longer around when I went back to the same club ten months later. How are you doing?
