will i am's delayed diary

Out of Order... , swiped from lakeoffyre on Flickr. I really hate RapidKL with their poor maintenance mentality on the Ampang Line. Not every station has a toilet, and for those that do have a toilet, they close them on whim. My best guess would be that something was spoiled and to make life easier just bar the toilet from being used. Then they can take their own sweet time getting it fixed and the cleaner would not need to bother about it. Wonder if they outline this in their 'quality management' policies. Provide facilities, but make them unavailable. So annoying when you arrive at the station after a long jam and a full bladder only to find that the loo is still closed after a week! What can you do but board the LRT and tahan for another 25 minutes. Eh wait, Plaza Rakyat got toilet! So I alighted there only to find that the toilet was barred too! With a broom handle no less! Must be to stop zombies from getting out. Crap. Went back up and proceeded to Masjid Jamek where I

8/365. Master of Puppets , swiped from Anant N S (www.thelensor.tumblr.com) on Flickr. I really love this neighbour of mine who lives opposite my place. He has three cars at home and his beautifully renovated porch can accommodate two cars. The third car is a beaten up old red Iswara which he uses to drive to project sites judging from the reflector vest and hard hat I spied inside of it. Understandably, he doesn't park that car inside. Instead, he used to park it in front of my adjacent neighbour's gate since that house was unoccupied. That's not the only reason though. You see, the space in front of his house is blocked by cement bricks and large panes of glass. Sounds harmless enough right? Actually, no. He parks like an asshole. A good asshole parks accurately onto a hard cock, but this asshole has no sense of direction. He likes to park his car at angle, wasting the space in front of my house. And when my other adjacent neighbour needs to park his car, he has less spa

Coffee , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Early on Saturday, SK drove over for breakfast with mum and I. Brought the tribe out to the nearby Kong Kee Wantan Noodles . Fed the little one noodles and soft wantan skin. Went out to Good Arch, Seri Petaling after that to settle some rebate issues with the administration office. Settled that quickly. Tapao -ed lunch as well at one of the roadside stalls. Some time after lunch, BIL's brother came over to pick the elder nephew for a short Melaka trip. Could breathe a little better with one less monster in the house. At 1330, I went out to meet KH. Picked up SK on the way out and headed to Kuchai Lama. Traffic around the Bukit Jalil area was horrible thanks to the Piala FA finals to be held that night. Noticed hordes of Kelantan soccer fans in red and white. Many were seen sleeping in their cars, some on towels on the road, while some families were having picnics at the parking lot. Gosh. Was so annoyed by the jams. And the heat wave did

hitsugaya toushirou , swiped from unreqiuted Love sh31$#@%$#54 on Flickr. SK discovered my first white hair during a BEC gathering in Kuchai Lama. At first she thought it was paint, then after further examination, we found it to be otherwise. =_=. Quickly, she pulled out the hair for me to see. The hair was partially-gray at the tip. Quite peculiar don't you think for the melanin to stop being produced at the start, then jump-started again at a later time. The engine is failing! Boo-hoo. Turns out that getting gray hair at the age of thirty is considered as premature graying! How can!? Sniff-sniff. Time to start eating black sesame tong sui in large amounts. Jom! But truth be told, my first gray hair actually sprouted up in my left nostril. Hehe. That was perhaps about a year ago. And guys... please don't talk about gray hair in the nether regions! Can't imagine... =_=

connection Swiped from rent-a-moose . If you're reading this, you most probably live two lives. One~ flesh and bone. Blood and sweat. The other~ 1s and 0s. IE and Firefox. Truth be told, we feed quite a lot of our REAL lives into our digital lives. Much time invested into uploading our lives onto the WWW. Not quite Tron, but I'm sure we can get there some day. For me, both lives are important. Imagine IM-ing about everything under the sun, but clam up when meeting each other Imagine having animated discussions in person, but ignore each other in social networking sites and blogs Scenario 1 is definitely disastrous, but to me scenario 2 is also bad. In my opinion, we should try to connect with each other in all possible channels, not just stick to one. But I guess there are many people who are Cyberspace lurkers . They read and read and read. Stalk and stalk and stalk. But never make their presence known and never leave their thoughts. Or, there are people who rely