Live well, work hard, play play? 
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The ladies, they do, of course, spice up your life. With their smiles enchanting and their wiles beguiling, we are gladly snared in their soft and tender snatches, their slow swooning upon our big, strong arms (even if ours aren’t, not really). Women made of iron, of steel, sleek and shiny but never cold to touch.
Bryan Adams demands of us whether we have ever truly, truly loved a woman; I ask, have you touched one? Truly, truly touched her?
Women are made for touch; some say the women whom we watch over and lust after are not women at all — real women are made of touch, your touching them, their touching in return. The intimacy of skin and hair and sweat and the pangs that attack you when you are soaked in their smell.
Touch her. Touch her today before she drifts away into another figment of your sad imagination.
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The alcohol does the trick.
Every time. The flowers in her hair you have may plucked from a convenient vase of water and placed them upon her with the sweetest of caresses, but it don’t matter. What counts is the alcohol.
A good woman worthy and wise would know her drink, and hold it too.
She can differentiate an ale from a lager, and distinguish a whisky from a whiskey (and not by the singular, extra ‘e’ either). She can sip on her sake, swallow her ouzo, chug on baijiu and throw back her vodka like a real Russian. Never try to outdrink these sirens of sack-wines, these medusas of mead; they’ll have you flat on your back before you know it (and you may well enjoy that too).
Still, what do I know? I never touch a drop myself.
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The colour of money would dye the tresses of many pretty lasses, but a true femme fatale does not believe in rainbows, only the crisp layers of a thick wad of cash. Bags of them, neatly packed, untraceable numbers. They have no time for song, no time for troubadours wasting their dreams on a unattainable fantasy.
Women are fried chillies, they bite and they burn, they burn and they bite, yet once you have had a taste, never would you give up this ride…
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Photographs by Hairy Berry, Lyrical Lemongrass and Ciki of Cumi & Ciki.
Design by Kenny Mah.
The 1st Annual Foodsters’ Awards by FriedChillies.
wait, why oh why was that feisty nomad fanning herself with RM50 notes?!!!
lucky devils y’all ….. to be present for such glamourous event.
We were indeed very fortunate to be invited by our gracious hosts Adly, Riz, et al of FriedChillies. And the glamour was not lessened by how casual and warm the atmosphere was at the event. Definitely went well with the awards category of every day Malaysian streetfood.
As for that feisty nomad, haha — I best let her speak for herself…
everyone’s smiling!
And so they are… Good food and even better company does that to ya.
when i was reading this line, “heir slow swooning upon our big, strong arms (even if ours aren’t, not really…” I was rolling all over the floor, well maybe a bit exaggerating, but damn funny. LOL
this post is kinda outdated bro! i was expecting some London post haha. Jet lag’s over, time to work eh. heh
I love your descriptions of the ladies, and the alcohol-effect, well written!
I know, I know… it’s outdated but going over a thousand UK photos is kinda scary to me now, plus I’m still travelling for work.
Excuses all, I know. Okay, getting at them posts, sir!
A drunken woman is never a pretty sight. LOL!
It has been a long, looooong time since I last gotten intoxicated.
Haha, that’s why I said she’d have to be able to hold her drink — just like these ladies here!
No doubt the first woman cometh from a man to comfort and please and in the realm of the Heavenly Stars since a million years or so ago they have cleverly becometh equal , in many cases more so …while some are as you have tenderly mentioned becometh…
..sweet .fried chillies
LOL !
Ooh, sir, I do love me some of those tasty, feisty fried chillies!
Wine, wallet, women = Very Happy men?
I bet! lol
real women for real men? never knew cili padi cld be so spicy!
Oh, it gets spicier, mate, with every little delicious bite…
It should be Butterfly & Bee, no?
You mean sting like a bee, float like a butterfly? Hahaha…
LOL,, sure why not? After all, he’s the greatest.
Actually this post title could be renamed as The Mistresses of Spices.
Yeah, I’m with you on that one — definitely one of the greatest ever!
And I like your version of an alternate title, sounds kinda like a Mira Nair film, no? And we’ve got the sexy ladies to star in it oredi, hehe.
hhaaha.. we hot fiery sizzling women eh? dun play play! ;p
No, ma’am! Wouldn’t dare to play play with any of you lah…
lol:P wot an honor to be featured on life for beginners.. ahem. ppl as me, yar why? i say.. laidat lar..
:P
Nay, m’lady — it’s an honour for me to feature your luscious visage upon my pedestrian html pages…
I see doggies bag for take-away, not door gifts?
Ooh Ciki’s smile so captivating.
Doggie bags = door gifts = lotsa lil surprises inside!
Her smile captivates one and all, indeed…. How can one not fall for her? I sure did… (Shhh. don’t tell Prada, ok?)
hmm… what was in those doggie bags? doggie biscuits? hehe…
Lotsa goodies for good boys and good girls! But for the naughty ones, when they opened their bags, they were horrified to find… [ Fill In The Blank ]
Ah the forbidden tastes of women and chillies! Can I make a joke about swinging to the other side?
You get my swing vote, sir! LOL
P.S. We should so discuss the merits of the Kinsey spectrum one day….
dude, they should give you an award that night for “the most creative description of women” la.
i lurve my chillies, be it cili padi, kering, with kicap, pickled or blended. wasabi too. ok, that’s technically not a type of chilli. hehe..oh, we are STILL talking about chillies here, right? hehehehe…
Ooh, screw chillies — I want my wasabi too! Hot, hot, hot!
P.S. Of course, we’re still talking about chillies here, aren’t we? Hehe.
eh why we we both mentioned bryan adams in our latest posts so ngam one ;p
dude, seriously, u dun drink? never ever touched a drop of that sweet elixir?? ;>
Very the ngam, indeed. Cos we’re tight, sista, very the tight!
Of course, I do drink lah… Just had some soju yesterday. But the narrator of this piece is a teetotaller or maybe he/she is just lying? You never know….
Scene 1
Ciki: WTF I smile big big and LL’s camera focusing on stoopid kenny instead.
Kenny: Yar, why?
Scene 2
LL: It’s truffle oil dahling.
Ciki: Yar, why?
Scene 3
Becks: I killed Chucky for 250 bucks.
LL: Yar, why?
Oh. Oh, oh, oh. Girl, you are SOOOO evil.
P.S. Re: Scene 2. Haiyo, it did look like a small bottle of pure inebriation, which I guess, used in the right way, truffle oil also qualifies?
Sisters around the world UNITE!
And Brothers around the world, let’s CHASE after all these sisters! lol
kenny mah, what an inspirational post. looks like i missed a fun event, and am constantly reminded by the numerous posts that i did. sigh. its amazing what photography can do to a woman hor….
Don’t worry, there will always be next year’s awards. Plus, this will probably be the last post you’d see on it since no other blogger posts quite as late as I do. Pai seh lah, come to think of that.
It was a great event, very fun, but oh it would have been more fun with you round, boss.
P.S. Dunno what LL, Ciki and Ms. Nomad gonna say about your last comment on the wonders of photography though…
P.P.S. Didja read LL’s comment above?
woman is fried chillies?? fried is heaty… chilly is spicy… wau…. good combination description for women….
Hahaha, I like that — “heaty” — but not the sort of “heatiness” we get from eating heaty foods but the heat of red-blooded woman, no?
Heaty women now? Wah it gets spicier and spicier!
Ready for Round 2? Hahaha…
LOL at AWOL’s comment. though I stil dunno what this chucky biz abt..all twittering on it last week! ohhh no.. was it KORN?
@fbb: aiyoo..kenny should hv air-brushed my pic more! ;p
What on earth is KORN??? I saw you guys all having that word in some form or another in your tweets… consider me lost; another inside joke, issit?
As for airbrushing, aiks… I don’t do any of that lah, my models appear only with their natural beauty, ahem ahem.
It sounds like a mad, fun event for sure, what fun!!!! I just love a gal who can throw back = )
“I just love a gal who can throw back”
Make that the two of us!
just noticed the doggie bags comment. do u always have door gifts with ur parties?
Well, this wasn’t a party I hosted, mind you. It was organised by the good people of FriedChillies.com but generally it is nice to have door gifts for guests, though we don’t always manage this.
You know what the best door gift is? A HUGE hug!
ROFL
here’s a huge hug for u too!
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Awww… I love readers who give hugs… it’s truly the gift that keeps giving!
*hugs back*