Tiramisu at Alexis

Certainly not as young as I once was. Just a night's outing with the boys is enough to leave me utterly wasted - even though I didn't even have a sip of alcohol! Obviously some perk-me-up Pharmaton or Tongkat Ali is gonna be next on my shopping list.

Still it was good to meet up with some gay ol' boys - identity withheld for their apparent safety - and catch up on what's going on in their shockingly skanky lives from buff body-attack boys to sexy swinging sailors. Don't have all that many gay friends from work so it's nice to meet up with a few to share horror stories over simmering earl grey ( aging gay boys like me have to be teetotalers after all ) and to laugh raucously over our innate wickedness as we rated every eligible men in the restaurant.

Nice to know that even with increasing moral conservatism in the country, the homosexual boys in the country are still finding their own secret ways to have a gay old time - that even transnational stage buses have been transformed into hotbeds of gay activity :O

Carrie Bradshaw and her other singleton sisters would be pleased that we're carrying on their cosmopolitan tradition over here as four men sat around the cosy, dimly-lit interiors of alexis with their tiramisu and tea gaily dishing out dirt on their lives. Just short of the Manolo Blahniks and the nipple cones.

In between swapping saliva-drooling tales of morally loose men ( not that I had any to share! ), there were the usual gripes about our careers. Glad to know that I'm not the only one with some recurring doubts about my job. Have to admit that it's terribly daunting to see all the other driven, desperately ambitious doctors at work - who have probably dreamt of wielding a stethoscope to save lives since they were in their dirty diapers! And there's silly me - who practically stumbled onto the job not knowing exactly what was in store for me :)

BTW guys who earn close to RM 70 an hour should just shut up about their gripes and just buy the dinner. And dessert too! :P For that amount of money, hell I'd turn tricks!


Rate me... and that gorgeous lamp!Still... such late night shenanigans did prompt a comment from my ISO gave me a wake-up call remind me about a friend's impending nuptials - only to find me barely awake by noon. Told him scant details about my late night but he's a smart boy and quickly got the gist of it.

My ISO : Ratings? No talking about me ah... the perfect ten.
Paul : You wish, bastard. A 6.5 to 7 maybe.
My ISO : That bad ah! Wah, your standards terribly high!
Paul : There's no perfect ten, ya bloody git! Hell, even Brandon Routh and Chris Evans only score an 8 to 9 at the most.
My ISO : What about you?
Paul : Subhuman lah. Maybe 2.5?
My ISO : My God, you are worse than Tyra Banks!
Paul : Gotta be on top.

Okay, so we bitched a little more about America's Next Top Model but you don't need to know that :)