It all started when my koliks and I were out for lunch last Friday and I was telling them about this jap buffet place in Starhill called Jogoya. They were all facsinated and wanted to go, until I told them that it costs RM78++ per head. HAHAHA… but they only hesitated a little but agreed to go.

One of them needed some encouragement though. She felt that RM78++ was a little too much for her. But she agreed to go…. since someone will PAY on her behalf. She how she is enjoying the food or not? HHAAHHA.

She brought her two menacing monsters.

Dun be fooled by their sweet and innocent looks. They are monsters.

This one is the youngest. She is really learning the tricks of the trade. When she wants something from you, she puts on her sweet cute looks and snuggles up to you.. cooing and all. Other times, it is like you are not there at all.

And this one.. fuh!! I tell you. This is the reason why many couples around the world chose NOT to have a child. Simply a terror!! When he wants to play. He wants to play. Even if you are shitting, he will climb all over you, slap you, hit you and pull everything and anything on you that he can get his hands on.

Update

Aunty Kelik just came in with her (but previously mine) Ixus 55 which we used to take lots of pics with. So.. here goes… enjoy.

Pic of the monsters..

Aunty Kelik and hubby

Aunty Cindy with Hubby

One of the monsters was angry with me cos I did not wanna play with him.

But after an ice cream… he good fren with me again.

And turned his attention to Chris.

Chris having fun digging into the food

Chris and me before sake

… and after sake..

Ahahaha.. no lar.. just clowning around. No sake was served. I do not recall seeing any sake being available anyways. Halal or not this restaurant, I dunno leh. Will find out lar.

And the mandatory group shot.

Men and women.

They certainly do have a lot of differences. But I am not going to be some male chauvinist prick and say “Men sit. Watch football. Women cook. Serve men”

Let’s see this from a dating point of view.

Scene : at a hot happening club

A group of fine ladies, dressed to kill, shaking their booties on the dance floor. You (presuming you are a guy) cut in and join them to boogie down. More often than not, those hot hoochie mamas will slowly, but surely, wriggle their sweet behinds away from you and finally, if you are still shaking your bun buns there, stop dancing totally and retire to their corner and to giggle with their friends on how dorky you look on the dance floor.

Of cos there are some who would dance with you. And as long as your keep your hands (and crotch) to yourself, they will continue to dance with you, especially if you have some cool moves. Let your hands roam a little ONLY by invitation. How to recognise and invitation? The lady would either dance closer and closer to you, or a better and more direct invitation is she, let her hands roam first. Having said that, please do not let your hands roam ALL OVER. Keep your roamings to her back, lower back and shoulders. Dun la straight attack her tight sweet little ass when she only placed her soft little hands on your sweaty shoulders. Roaming ALL over can always be done later, if she wants you to roam all over lar. Get it?

And dun stand and stare while she shakes her bootie. Of cos ladies love the attention, but definitely not attention from hungry-wolves-like men standing next to the dance floor staring and drooling. If you have two left feet and dances like two oak trees trying to do the tango, just casually stand by the side and leave the dance-floor courtship to the pros. Go get dance lessons. You do not pick girls up from the dance floor if you do not know how to dance.

Do not be a cheapskate!! You think this kind of game is cheap? You think that you can pick a girl up just by standing by the wall? Buy the girl a drink la. Not very expensive right? Even tho it might mean that you have to stick to instant noodles for a week, so be it. How can you impress a girl by going to a club on ladies’ night and asks the babe…

“May I get you a drink?”

And then you go to your sister whom you had brought along so that she could get the ladies’ drinks from the bar on your behalf, and then you take it to her. Please lar ok. Dun go crying to your best friends and telling him how cold and unforgiving the ladies of today are.

Picking up girls from the clubs is not cheap.

Oh.. one more thing; if you think that by just spending money and having MC Hammer moves will get that sweet young thing into bed with you that night, you will be very disappointed. Out of 100 ladies shaking their booties in slinky clothing, only 1 MIGHT wanna go home with you that night for one night of sweaty, passionate, hot and thumping fun with you. And there are 200 men trying their luck out there. So you might strike oil (or vaginal fluid). You might not. So the best thing is to have good clean fun out there and not look at ladies as sex toys.

You go clubbing to enjoy yourself. Now if you have that pressure to bring home a babe for one night of passion, how will you have fun? Even if you are just out to have fun, but have this thing about MUST GET TO KNOW A BABE HERE, then you would be back to square one.

I say.. forget about trying to pick up any girls at a club. Do not go to a club to pick up girls. Why? Like I mentioned, pressure = no fun. So if you are going to the club to have fun and to pick up girls, you are negating yourself. Might as well dun go.

Again, having said that, Kamkuey got a better solution; Girls pick up guys.

You see, since MOST guys goes clubbing to get lucky, or at least to chat up some babes and hopefully go home with a phone number. So out of 100 guys in the club, 1 is gay, 2 is married, 5 is attached. That leaves 92 eligible guys in that club. So girls… walk up to any of them or at least the one(s) you find interesting and chat him up. The odds are better that way.

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Nothing much actually.

Balik kampung on Friday after work. Did nothing at home except to eat, sleep and laze around at home. At night, after dinner would be yamcha sessions with some frens. Like I said; nothing much.

Second day, we went to my mom’s side in Teluk Intan where we had lunch, followed by a session of BlackJack. We do not gamble big time, but we had rules lar. Smallest bet being RM1, biggest being RM10. It is just for fun gambling. If loose, worse is RM100 . Not an amount that would make someone jump off a building. But if win, RM100 is a lot to spend on yamcha session. Anyways, I shot back to KL directly from Teluk Intan. Yeaps. Second day I am already back here in KL as I had something on the next day. Unfortunately, I was down with flu, so stayed home all day. Worse is, my water pipe was leaking into the penthouse. So they had to shut off my mains to stop the leak until I fixed it.

WHERE LA GOT PLUMBER WORK NOW???

*sigh*

PAI TING KUNG

Anyways, I went to fren’s place for Pai Ting Kung. Now I have been there before. This is where the father of my fren is from my kampung, where a minority of Foo Chow people lived. Somehow, people think that FooChow people are top drinkers. One year, I was almost floored because that fren of mine announced to her dad (herein after known as Uncle) that I am a FooChow. This year, I did OK. Keeping quiet until another fren of mine, whom Uncle was drinking with, happily announced to Uncle.

“UNCLE!!! THIS WAN FOOCHOW!!! THIS WAN FOOCHOW!!”

Uncle then turned his attention to me, invited his eldest son, who was dying to speak FooChow to someone, to join in the yamseng session.

Anyways, as midnight was approaching, they brought out a box of crackers.

Waaa… Sungguh besar!!

Then they brought out one more bigger box. Follow by another, then finally another.

First, they let loose the standard red crackers..

Then… the big ones..

I do not know how many shots were in there, but there were lots and lots of bangs..

After the burning of stuffs..

And praying joss stick thingies..

… we feasted on the food…

I went home tipsy (not drunk), tummy filled more with liquor than food and were smelling like smoke.. and covered with fire cracker residue.