I read a blog earlier this week which talks about girls wearing over-sized bra which resulted in guys given full view of those assets when the girls bend down to try out shoes in shoes store. Hmmm… now I know why a lot of guys accompany their partners to shop for shoes. A lot of things to see apparently. *cheeky smile* Forgotten which blog is this, will the blogger in question speak up?
Anyway, I have been posting a lot of hypothetical sexual questions which centres mainly on guys. I am sure a lot of girls enjoyed reading those comments from us guys. To be fair, I think girls should also play some part and share some stories, right guys?
Before I ask the girls the question, I want to share an experience about over-sized bra. No you moron, I didn’t wear one. What were you thinking!?
I was talking to this girl in my former church. She was wearing a rather low-cut spaghetti strap top and her bra was rather… over-sized. She wasn’t bending down or anything, she was just standing in front of me… talking to me. As I am taller than her… I could… errr… see the whole thing, know what I mean…
It was quite an awkward situation because it was very obvious and I was struggling to control my natural instinct as a man and at the same time trying to be a good Christian in the church. And hey… it was rude to actually turn away when someone talks to you right? I know a lot of girls are very sensitive to that. So… what a predicament…
Yes, I have seen many situations where the girls’ top has got a plunging neck-line and at the same time, the vacuum between the 
bra and her boobs are generous enough to present a rather… pleasant view. Sometimes, it can be awkward, sometimes embarrassing and sometimes… nice…
So the questions to girls here are… and you may want to comment anonymously… what is your worst or most embarrassing ‘exposure’ that you’ve ever had?
Guys, maybe you can also share your “awkward” experience?
P/S: Hmmm… hope no one minds that AZAIG is on high dosage of naughtiness lately… P/S/S: Have inserted a new poll... do vote ya...
I have always wanted a chance to do a review on food but never really got around doing it. Alas, my chance came today when I brought Jules to an exclusive fine dining experience to celebrate her birthday.
It was said that this place is always fully booked during weekend as it carries the reputation of having the finest steak in town. Though today is a weekday, I took no risk and already made my reservation yesterday. Upon arrival, I mentioned my name and was immediately ushered to my table, already nicely set-up for two.
After being shown the menu, we were served with bread, 2 types to be exact. One of it is called focasia and the other… well, I can’t recall. All I can say is, they are really good. I first though Italianies serves the best bread but now, the bar has been raised.
Further, the bread is served with 3 different types of butter, all nicely laid in front of us for our enjoyment. One is spicy, one is original and the other one is honey based, making it sweet. Once combined with the exotic bread, it's just absolutely delicious.
We ordered a Portobello Mushroom Salad to share. The mushrooms are really juicy, cooked to perfection and it can almost melt as soon as you place it in your mouth. We soon realised that a lot of people actually ordered this as starter. Looks like we made the right choice.
Jules had the Lamb Rack. As soon as she cut a piece and placed it in her mouth, her reaction was “mmmmmmmm”. I was like… “sure or not??” and thus she cut a piece and I gave it a try. My reaction? “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”… it was just so tender and was indeed, the best lamb I have ever tasted.
I had a 16oz (approximately 450g) of T-bone steak, medium. It’s very difficult to find a place where they can really cook according to your requirement but this place did it. As you cut through the meat, you can see a nice layer of pink and it was very juicy. However, it was not exactly the best I have ever tasted for this one. Nevertheless, the specialty of this place lies in the sauce, which they gave us 3 selections because I was not sure which to choose. Once the taste of the sauce blends with the steak, then I must say, it was quite good. Oh, the asparagus and the mashed potatoes came separately too. 
After dinner, we were just too full to order any desserts. Overall, I would say this place lived up to its reputation. I know a lot are asking for the most important element of the dinner, pricing.
Well, I must tell you that this place is not cheap at all. The wine that we had, Marques from Spain, one glass of it is more expensive than one whole bottle of wine which I am having for my wedding dinner. There is no such thing called ‘plain water’ here. You either have distilled or sparkling water. I ordered a bottle of distilled water and it was more expensive than a steak in a regular restaurant. Yes, you read that correctly.
The main course… well, all the steaks in the menu are displayed according to country of origin, weight and how long has the cow been fed, e.g. 120 days or 150 days. And they specify that these cows are fed with grass and grass only. On the average, the price of a steak is made up of 3 digits and most of it even start with the number ‘2’.
The place is Prime, Le Meriden Hotel and this is a place where you want to pamper your loved ones… to the ultimate.
Conversation was non-existent between us. Only the sound of our cutleries hitting the base of our plates occasionally broke the silence. Once done, I quickly cleared the table and washed the dishes. It started very quickly and ended even quicker, just like always. That was about 8 months ago, the first time I had dinner with my dad… alone.
I have never had a good relationship with my dad, neither did I had a good one with my Mom. I guess I am just different from them in many ways. Of course, it also bogs down to the fact that I never tried to build a relationship with them. But then again, neither did they; except for my Mom who tried and tried without me knowing.
I was actually quite furious with my dad in the few weeks after my Mom’s passing. Why? It’s because he was quite reluctant to go vegetarian for 49 days in mourning for my Mom. In fact, he didn’t complete it. If I remember correctly, he only went vegetarian for 3 weeks. Even that, it was obvious that he was reluctant and I can't understand why food is so important to him.
Months have passed since Mom’s passing and I have had countless dinners with my dad alone since. Between those dinners, there were also quite a number of conversations between him and me, mainly about planning of finances, my future plans and also my imminent wedding. I must admit, my dad is now quite a changed man.
He is no longer the selfish person he used to be and somehow, I have found an element of understanding in his way of life, though not yet entirely. Just like how I now understand the way of life of Mom, I could see why food was so important to my dad. He grew up without knowing whether the next meal is forthcoming or otherwise.
I said my hotel dinner will be for my friends and it will be conducted in English. With it being a black tie event, I told him it will not be very possible to invite his business associates and some neighbourhood folks. I am very thankful that he understood and didn’t make a fuss about having to organise another dinner.
Speaking of which, I am also very proud of him in organising this separate dinner. He looked for the place himself and got the booking all done and cards all printed before I can finish my planning. For a man whom I thought only knows how to work, eat, sleep and shit; he has impressed me, and I am proud it.
Dinners alone with dad now can be quite noisy. He can just talk and talk about the food and how it tasted and what he wants to eat tomorrow or the day after. It can be quite annoying but I am certainly not complaining. I try to participate where possible. We also talked about my wedding and where I will be staying thereafter, there were actually conversations.
The other day, when I had another dinner with him alone, I was observing how much he was enjoying his food and I thought to myself, life to him was just so simple. While he never really provided anything for the family beside food and shelter; he also never asked of anything from me as a son. It is a blessing I now see.
I once told myself that I will never shed a tear when this man leaves the earth due to something he said to me in the past. But now I know, that when my dad’s time comes to an end, I will cry just like how I cried when I lost Mom.
P/S: Zewt would like to thank so many of you for helping me reach my century hits. It wouldn’t be possible without you all. This is corny but… I LOVE YOU ALL!
It was not allowed into countries such as Singapore, China, Philippines and Brunei. It is only a minor system in Thailand and Indonesia. As of last year, no cable network in the US has been fit to carry it and it was (still is?) only available in the US via satellite or on the web.
But, labelled as having unbiased news about Iraq and one which reveals the truth about US’ invasion in Middle East, Malaysia welcomed it with open arms. With Kuala Lumpur being its flagship station in the Asian region, Al-Jaazera made its way into the highly censored Malaysian media.
Broadcasting from the Petronas Twin Towers, the pride of the nation, it was also said the government was so pleased with Al-Jazeera English that it was granted MSC status, one which effectively exempt the news channel from paying any taxes for a minimum of 5 years, amongst other goodies. Please note this piece of information is unconfirmed, but I wouldn’t be surprise if it’s true.
One thing for sure, the Malaysian government was very happy and proud to have Al-Jazeera broadcasting from Kuala Lumpur. Forget about CNN or BBC, Malaysia has Al-Jazeera! And seriously… CNN vs BBC vs Al-Jazeera, which one do you think Malaysia will favour?
But lo and behold, I am sure it never occurred to the Malaysian government that while it can ask almost 100% of the media to “shut-up” when it comes to sensitive news, it failed to check its pet, this Al-Jazeera station. Now, we all know which station did the honour of putting our country at the world’s stage in the last 2 weeks. And now, the whole situation changed.
Now, Al-Jazeera is said to have very good ‘actors’ as their reporters. Al-Jazeera was branded by that that that that that minister as a channel trying to portray Malaysia as a non-democratic country. Al-Jazeera was said to be ‘trying to confuse people living overseas’, again by that that that that that that minister.
And the best part is, where Al-Jazeera was once labelled as having unbiased news, suddenly that that that that that minister is saying that Al-Jazeera has biased coverage.
How fast things can change. And how funny when a pet bites its owner. When I look at the whole thing, I just find it so amusing. I guess this is what they call “harap pagar, pagar makan padi”.
Then Information Minister Abdul Kadir Sheikh Fadzir (the predecessor of that that that that that minister?) made this statement in a telephone interview regarding the launch of Al-Jazeera in Malaysia…
“It gives us an opportunity to be a role model and example and inspiration to the rest of the world”
Hahaha… indeed it has… indeed it has…
It is no secret that in the environment of a company, most employees; a.k.a. modern slaves are not happy with the management. From being underpaid to unpaid overtime to excessive workload and responsibilities, modern slaves just have to take them all. While some of us are still living the dream of making it big some day, most are in it in the name of survival. Hence, we continue to remain silent as slaves.
But there are a few brave souls. Some are willing represent the majority to voice out concerns to management, and there are some who are bold enough to start union so that slaves can come together for a common cause.
Union is not a common thing in Malaysia but there are certain industries where unions are still in existence. One thing for sure, existence of union is hanging on a thread. Why? As time goes by, more and more people are not willing to join the union anymore and there are 2 main reasons.
The first reason is that most slaves believe the union is weak and is no longer a force to be reckoned with. Slaves believe or are made to believe that the management is just too powerful and any challenge will be futile. Union just do not get the support that they used to get anymore. But what slaves fail to realise is that the union is weak simply because they refuse to support it. Slaves fail to realise that if all of them come together in unity, the management might just tremble, pay might just increase and slave-hood might change for the better.
The second reason, which is the main reason why slaves refuse to be part of the union, is fear. Slaves fear that their career slave-hood will be threatened if they join the union. This fear is very real. Management will be notified of any slaves who decide to join the union and once that happened, the career slave-hood of that slave is finished. Call it exploitation or oppression or whatever you want, but this is also… very real.
And of course, when it comes to union, there are 3 types of approaches to it…
There are those who are brave and stand up for what they believe, stand up for their rights, and fight for what they deserve. These are those who will join the union and do the dirty work.
Then there are those who only hide in the background, refuse to join because they fear for their slave-hood but at the same time are very aware of what is happening in the union and are greedily waiting for any goodies that the union managed to rip from the management.
And of course, there are those who just want to go to work and play their part, get their pay-cheque and go home. They don’t want to be involved; they rather not know what is going on. If the union managed to negotiate any goodies, that’s good. If otherwise, life still goes on.
This is not a parody, it’s as real as it gets.
Now, does the whole situation sounds familiar to you?
A new girl just joined your company. Besides having a face of an angel and the figure of the devil, she also knows how to dress to kill. Each time you lay your eyes on her, you’re sent to heaven and back. While she bears a friendly character, you found out that she is particularly friendlier to you. And there are times when you want to take a short tip to heaven by taking a glimpse of her, you caught her catching a glimpse of you too… you think to yourself…
“I think she has got the hots for me…”
There was a company gathering and following that, a bunch of you went to a nearby pub for more drinks. She joined as soon as you asked to go along. At the pub, she sat next to you; you think she did that on purpose. It was then that you realised that her bosom, hidden beneath those lacy black bra were very shapely. You could tell, as her blouse was rather… transparent. Each time the spot light landed on her, you can't help but to catch a guilty glimpse.
It was getting late and everyone began to leave, except for her. Before you know it, there were only you and her. The conversation that followed was really interesting. However, there is a thought which kept popping from the back of your head… “you’re married (or you’re attached, depending)”… it just kept coming to you.
Just as when you were about to maintain a cool head… she placed her hands on your inner thigh and leaned towards you… It’s obvious, she was there for the taking…
What would you do?
Purple~Mushroom asked me this question and then requested that I asked this on my blog cause she said her blog’s traffic is rather low, to which I disagree. Anyway, I took the liberty to ‘enhance’ the post…
It is very difficult to answer hypothetical question, particularly one which test the side of you which you don’t intend to tell the world. Many will say that being a married or attached man, one should not have landed himself in such situation. But purple-mushroom was quite adamant in getting a sincere answer out of us.
“If you wanna fuck her, say you gonna fuck her”… that’s what she implies. So let us put away our it-will-not-happen-to-me thinking and give her a sincere answer…
I am sure many will want to know my sincere answer… well… my sincere answer would be…
I will politely excuse myself and rush to the toilet and immediately Ta-Fei-Kei… Ahhhh… after which, her charm is absolutely powerless…
So what’s your sincere answer? Do not copy my answer!
Have a good weekend. But don’t spend it Ta-Fei-Kei-ing ok?
P/S: Ta-Fei-Kei = masturbate
I actually had something drafted for today but something happened and I just have to highlight this.
Following my Mom’s passing, I blogged about things we need to settle before, during and after a funeral and one of them is getting money out of the deceased’s bank account. Those who have been following AZAIG will know that it has been 8 months since Mom passed away. You would have thought that things would have been settled already. Well, think again.
I am not sure whether I have mentioned it before but I received a letter from the authority asking us to track Mom’s parents. Those who read entries about Mom will know that she was an adopted child. Therefore, we are not sure who Mom’s birth parents are, let alone tracking them down. Further, we are not sure whether they are still alive or otherwise.
Because we are unable to track our birth grandparents’ where-about, the authorities, under the authority of Unclaimed Monies Act, will take a chunk out of my Mom’s account balances which they intend to “pass to my birth grandparents”. How are they going to do it? Beats me!!!
Now, the money inside Mom’s account is not exactly substantial. But what I am really angry is that the they, under the authority of Unclaimed Monies Act, will do all they can to take away whatever your parents or spouses have should they (touch wood) passed away without a will. And when you can show evidence that you are the children or husband or wife of the deceased, they will do all they can to bite of a chunk.
Thank God, me and my siblings are all educated people and we will do all we can to get what is rightfully ours, lest we want to give extra sponsorship to send another fucker (mind my language, I am pissed) to space. But I wonder how many people out there, perhaps out of total oblivion or the usual don’t-want-to-go-through-the-trouble attitude, have stupidly allow the them to just pocket what is rightfully theirs without even sending them a thank-you note. Imagine the deceased had property!
And imagine how much money just fall conveniently on the their pocket. If these funds are used for the betterment of the nation, then it’s fine. But hell… not when it’s… ok, let’s not go there.
So friends, the law is brutal. And if we let it capitalises on our ‘tidak-apa’ (“don’t care”) attitude, it will kill us. Therefore, make sure you get your parents or your spouses, particularly the Chinese to write a will now. I cannot stress enough.
I read a blog earlier this week which talks about girls wearing over-sized bra which resulted in guys given full view of those assets when the girls bend down to try out shoes in shoes store. Hmmm… now I know why a lot of guys accompany their partners to shop for shoes. A lot of things to see apparently. *cheeky smile* Forgotten which blog is this, will the blogger in question speak up?
bra and her boobs are generous enough to present a rather… pleasant view. Sometimes, it can be awkward, sometimes embarrassing and sometimes… nice…
