What is WAP Fetish?

Realized that I never blogged about work, or my internship in this case. Why is that? Basically there is no good material to blog about most of the time. However, I found my inspiration last night over the dinner table in a Brazilian restaurant.

While pigging out my life away over Brazilian bbq, I overheard the term ‘ULD fetish’. What a heck is that? It turned out JC, another intern in a related project just received a custom-made t-shirt as a farewell present from his PM. In the front of the t-shirt, there is a ULD* (model AMJ) with its dimension and capacity in the back of the shirt. This dude has a total ULD fetish, couldn’t stop discussing and debating with ppl with ULD at all time. ‘I know some other odder fetishes?’ My colleague ASH sitting beside me made the comment. ‘For example?’ I asked. ‘Well, cannot really tell you. If I tell you, I will have to kill you.’ Yeah, right. It turned out that the odd fetish he referred to was developed by him and some other colleagues hiding on the second floor. After going through a few working titles, it is now officially known as ‘WAP fetish’.

‘What does WAP stand for?’ I asked. ‘Wet ArmPit Fetish’, he finally confessed. I was rolling myself on the floor after he told me the history and development of WAP Fetish.

So apparently, WAP Fetish entails the following:
- riding the metro on a hot, sweaty summer day and the metro was so crowded that you had to reach over someone’s WAP in order to grab the post.
- constantly scouting for WAP’s
- some bored-out-of-their-minds consultants going to the washroom splashing themselves to get some fake WAP

Are we pathetic or what? Think that is what happened to one when you have no life as a consultant and stay out of touch with the ‘normal’ world for too long. You gradually develop some wacky fetish such as WAP. So any other secretive, odd fetish to share?

*ULDs: Unit Load Devices, are pallets and containers used to load luggage, freight, and mail on wide-body aircraft and specific narrow-body aircraft. They allow large quantities of cargo to be bundled into large units. (source: wikipedia)

P.s. Guess who else I saw last night at dinner? Keven Kuranyi, the striker for FC Schalker 04. He was with is family, having some nice family reunion dinner.

Having a winter in the middle of summer

(dated August 11-13, 2006)

How do you have a winter in the middle of summer? This is how you do it: driving 750 km southeast to some gracier (Kaprun) in Austria for some snowboarding action. We (L, LG, and J) left again right after work for some ‘cold adventure’. Arrived in Burke (close to Zell am See) around 1am at this huge but cozy family run hotel in Austria. The owner was so laidback that he left the door open and the key on the table for us. (the funny thing is that we never really checked in to the hotel the entire time we stayed).

Went for a beautiful hike (that’s not true since we took the gondola up and just hiked down) in the Schmittenhöle the next day. The hills were lush and green filled with goats and cows. Got up super early the next day to hit the slope. 3 gondolas later, we arrived at the peak of Kitzsteinhorn, 3203m. It started snowing on our way up and by the time we were up there, the slopes were packed with fresh powder. The air was thin so it was more tiring than usual. Think I did about 15 runs altogether, not bad considering only 3 runs were open. Had a few puffs up there as well. Of course, I had to carry out some ‘borderless’ snowboarder ritual.

What can be better than jumping into hot tub after freezing one’s ass off for 5 hours? Straight to the hot spring place in Bad Hofgastein we went. Was such a scenic ride driving in the valley of the Austrian Alps. But the highlight of the day was actually the experience of seeing hundreds of old, naked dicks at the sauna. The Austrian Alps was beautiful but the scene at the sauna world was not that pleasant, I tell you. And of course, pulling an Asian, I refused to get naked and broke the rule by going into the sauna with my bikini.

Wanted to go back to the go kart place we never got to go to last time we were in Nurenberg. So we dropped by Nurenberg to find the go kart track. Literally went around the city for an hour and even phoned dear F (from the hood) in Spain, still could not find the freaking track at the end. Tired and withdrawn, we found ourselves pigging out at Hexenhausle in the middle of the medieval festival in Kaiserberg. It was the finest german cuisine I have ever had!

Well, that concluded another crazy weekend I have in Germany. And this is how you get a winter in the middle of the summer – snowboaring in a 3000-something-meter gracier in the middle of August.

Robbie's new Scheiße?

(dated August 8, 2006)

“ Good evening everybody! My name is Robbie Williams. This is my band. And you are about to witness the best show in the world right now!”

So this is the scheiße I have been listening to in the past 2 months, over and over again on the way to work every morning. Inspired by the scheiße, off to Robbie's concert I went. Our mighty Robbie made us wait for 2 ½ hours before he started the show. Thank god it was not raining and the opening band Basement Jaxx was actually quite good. The visual effect put on by Robbie was damn amazing and of course he and his one liners:

“ nice tits”
“ ready for some Robbie's new scheiße!” (his new shit was actually good shit!)
“ do you want robbie's ball?”
“ congratulations on the world cup!”
“ fuck off !“ (when a girl from the audience admitted that Gary Barlow was her favorite in Take That)

(p.s. can you believe that Take That is coming back in November?)

But my highlight of the evening was not the concert, it was actually the “aftermath” of the concert when hundreds of people out of the 80,000 fans were looking for their bikes in pitch dark in the forest. The stadium was in the middle of the forest and it was pitch dark when the concert ended and probably 1/10 of the fans came by bike and just left their bikes in the forest. You could tell they are locals as they were well-equipped with flashlights. Lol. “What on earth did you find people wandering in pitch dark in the middle of the forest after a rock concert?” I thought, “Only in Koln!” Man, I could not help having a huge grin on my face and thinking how lucky I am to be here and this is why I love about this city.

Baltic Sea? Ossi German Male?

Another chilled out weekend for me. Did a road trip up North to Stellshagen, this tiny little farming town by the Baltic Sea. Bond fire, BBQ, roosters, goats, pigeons, duck, starry sky with milky way—farm life in the summer. Cycling along the beach, pedaling through the endless cornfield, watching the local farmers harvesting wheat with gigantic tractors, silhouette of sunflowers against the sunset--it was beautiful. Definitely coming back for more.

Hanged out with some Ossi German males over the weekend and this is how you identify an Ossi German male: speaks a little bit of Russian, loves 80’s music, always mumbles about the Baltic Sea, and of course, has an unhealthy obsession with stonewashed circa 1983 denim…

Strand Deck? That’s how desperate Germans are!

Went visit my friend C in Iserlohn over the weekend and discovered how desperate Germans are when it comes to beach and sand. A temporary "beach bar" covered with imported sand on top a 4-storey parkade in the middle of a city (Dortmund). They even set up a temporary elevator that went straight up to "the Beach". Couldn’t help myself laughing out loud when I saw 3 girls rolling their luggage into the bar. Such a typical, cheesy, touristy picture. Willkommen to "the Beach"!!

Me he hecho la picha un lío con el Español!

So I f&*#(% myself with some serious Spanish this evening. My floormate A asked if I wanted to join him for dinner. Since I have already had a huge 2€ döner, I just went as a company and it turned out to be the most “de puta madre’ Spanish lesson I have ever had!

Esto es la polla! (so f^&#(@ good)
!Que te cagas!
Me lo pasado teta!
Y una polla! (no f%&*# way)
Estas jodido! (you are f&*#'d)

Poner los cuernos (engañar)
Te has meado encima/en los pentalones! (scared a shit out of you)

Last but not least, we finished the dinner with a Catalan bottoms up: “Sant Hilari! San Hilari! Fill de puta qui no s’ho acabi!” Think I can sleep in until 8 tomorrow and skip my morning Spanish lesson from BBC. But, I think ‘me he hecho la pich un lío con el Español y el Catalan'!