will i am's delayed diary

New Young Pony Club Swiped from timtimothyfrance . I can give you what you want. I can make your heart beats short. I can make you ice cream, we could be a sweet team melting in your vice dreams, sport. I can be the sauce you crave. I can spell what you cant say. chocolate flavored love theme treat the treats you so mean covering your nights and days. Let me give you what you like. I can make you mouth run dry. drink me like a liquor, c'mon and dip your dipper show me what you're here for, guy. I can give you what you want. I can make your back real taunt. fantastic flavored fancies sick like Sid and Nancy wicked as a joy ride jaunt. What you want. I can give you what u want. x4 This quirky song is titled Ice Cream from UK's New Young Pony Club . It was used in the Intel Core 2 Duo Multiply Ad Campaign that is currently running wordwide. I was immediately attracted to the ad due to this song and the quirky dance that the actors do. I asked an expert opinion from

little miss egg tart Swiped from cutesypoo . Mum wasn't at home last weekend, gone gallavanting to a fundraiser in Kulai. Once again, I get some time to myself. Would have been perfect if the Significant Other was around, but it's not to be. After dropping mum off at her friend's place, I picked up KT for dinner. Had Teo Chew porride at Peng Hwa , Old Klang Road. Ordered the usual fare, stewed peanuts, french beans, century egg and salted, boiled fish. KT was picking at her food and I practically finished everything with two bowls of porridge. She had a hankering for cake, so went off to Secret Recipe , Taman Desa. However, it was closing time alredy, so we ended up at Boon Boon Cafe . Ordered a couple of ice-blended drinks, fired up the lappie to use the WiFi and browsed through Friendster for a while. That's when I received a chat message detailing that my Di is officially dating someone. Not that I didn't know, it was just some kind of open secret. Now

À hauteur de crabe... Swiped from viiny . Note: One week late, but biasalah... :P Just like my Saturday , the sabbath was not a day of rest for me either. After mass, mum and I drove down to Taman Desa to meet up with KT for breakfast at A1 Steamboat . We ordered their specialty, which is the fish head noodles. Each bowl costs a whopping RM6.50 ( ater several price increases ), but it really is quite good. You can choose from two variants-- fried ( ) or unfried ( smooth belly meat! ). You can even ask for additional rice wine if you like. Go early. They're open from 7:00am and if you go late, be prepared to wait or face disappointment. Two bowls are quite sufficient for three persons. After the late breakfast, mum left and I followed KT's car to The Curve to celebrate David's birthday. We arrived an hour early, so we visited the flea market. Mostly girls' stuff. Could tell that KT was quite bedazzled by all the handmade accessories and other trinkets, but I g

Lonely Pier by the Sea Swiped from chew33 . Away My significant other is away. Usually also away, but not so away starting from today. God, it rhymes. Anyway, we're usually separated by the Straits of Tebrau, but this time that giant parit has been dwarfed by the South China Sea. But then, does it really matter since it's basically the same? Same time zone. Same absence. Just less SMS-es. Less calls. "What's a little more distance?" , one might say. As trivial as it sounds, as silly as it sounds, as sappy as it sounds, I think I feel it. Missing you... PS: Dedicated to SK and JM too!

collagePrecious Swiped from williamnyk . Most of the time, when people go out to eat, they look for good food. However, at times, that isn't good enough. Some people look for ambience. Others demand excellent service. Of course, a place with all three would be ideal, but at end of the day, you get what you're paying for. But then, sometimes you don't get what you're paying for. We sometimes pay top dollar for diva-esque waiters, crappy food and lousy eating conditions. Getting to the point, I recently visited a quaint little restaurant in Central Market, by the name of Precious . It is like the restaurant equivalent of a boutique hotel. The interior is filled to the brim with antiques. The feel is predominantly oriental, very woody with an eclectic mix teak furniture and buddhist pieces. They serve Baba and Nyonya cuisine and the price is just slightly above average. A word of warning though, the kitchen is quite slow, even when preparing set lunches. The taste

When Someone treats you to meal, you tend not to order too much, out of politeness. But sincere and gracious hosts would order on your behalf to avoid any awkwardness. But sometimes, this is not so. I just left such a dinner and I must say that I left a little annoyed and more than a little hungry. Oh well, I am grateful anyway. But it does not mean I cannot be a little pissed. Company tab also like this. Sigh. Reached gullet, but not quite the lungs. Neither here nor there. Got to cook some mamee now.

I am posting from my phone again. I am sitting in the dark, with candles all around me and the doors thrown open. No, I am not sitting naked on the floor with a pentagram around me, smearing chicken blood on my imaginary pecs. I am just sulking in the dark, waiting for the power to come back on. Some idiotic electrician doing renovations a few houses away caused a major disruption to the power supply. Must have learned his trade out of a kemahiran hidup text book. Anyway, the TNB people are now here and are doing their job. A quick check with my neighbours reveal that most of their large electrical appliances had shorted. Fans spinning faster. Bulbs burning brighter. Like a scene from Poltergeist. Give me light. Give me electricity. Before I start stripping off... hehe.

Unruly hair Swiped from tanakawho . Saturdays have started to be a very sienz affair for me. Perhaps right up till August, I will have to be in the office on Saturdays. Just too see things through. To stare at a resource-hungry Gantt chart that cannot be fulfilled in the current timeline. I already have my people working on concurrent tasks. And the delivery dates are ridiculous. It's not like people can have Core 2 Duo CPUs to move things along. And yet my Project Managers keep on asking about the percentage completed. Just quote any number you like la... I couldn't be bothered. Whenever I work on weekends, I try to get into the office as early as possible ( sacrificing some sleep in time ) so as to be able to clock my minimum of 5 hours and leave. Last Satuday was not different. After my boss treated me lunch at Old Town Kopitiam , Central Market, I cabut . I had a couple of hours to kill before my appointment with my hairstylist, so I dashed off to Suria KLCC for some shopp

Apocalypto Swiped from williamnyk . You fear me So you should... all of you who are vile Would you like to know how you will die! The sacred time is near Beware the blackness of day Beware the man who brings the jaguar Behold him reborn from mud and earth For the are he takes you to will cancel the sky And scratch out the earth Scratch you out and end your world He's with us now... The above prophecy was brought to you by the freaky plague-ravaged girl from Mel Gibson's Apocalypto . For some reason, I was drawn to this scene. Maybe it was her crazy eyes. Maybe it was the spooky way she spoke. Maybe it was the message of death of death and destruction. Maybe it was just the idea of prophecy. As interesting as the devil speaking through the puked-out Regan from The Exorcist . I won't be doing a full-fledged movie review today. Just wanted to share this small snippet from the film. It's just a whole lotta running around and dying in horrible ways. But don't ge

chain links Swiped from KatColorado . That saying was once splashed on the side of my school block. I never gave it much thought. Friends came and went. Never bothered to keep in touch. They just faded into the background. No sense of loss. No sense of longing. Tells you much about the definition of friends. Or rather, it means I never had many to begin with. Friends normally disappear when things don't go well. When it's not convenient anymore. But sometimes, people do surprise us. My father had just passed on. No more riding pillion on his motorcycle to school. A simple offer from a classmate, "Do you want to follow my car to school?". I burst out in tears. So far, I have only a few friends I can truly count as genuine friends. I can count them on one hand, with fingers to spare. My first, JM. We knew each other since Secondary 1. We were inseparable. We had our squabbles. We had our secrets. But still, we had each other. He cared more than I could have imagined. Mo

YohjiYamamoto Swiped from redem . Sometimes we blog-hop all over the place that we forget how we come to end up at certain blogs in the first place. Links are usually overlapping and more often than not, we tend to forget about the point of entry. Anyway, through the wondrously chaotic and random ways of blog-hopping, I came to know a DanielH, who's really a very nice and down-to-earth person ( although his blog usually showcases his bitchy side and he assures me that he is usually bitchy ). When I first stumbled across his blog, he had just came back from his stint in Tokyo and I was mesmerised by his taste for all things branded and his seemingly Mariana Trench-like pockets. Since then, I had frequently visited his blog and before you know it we exchanged a few e-mails and sms-es. Me, ever being the food critic who is never short of people lining up to treat him to meals ( not voluntarily ), made DanielH decide to bring me to try a wickedly-good beef soup at Starhill Gallery. He

Silent Treatment Swiped from sazliner . Mum's at it again. The silent treatment. The best weapon in her arsenal. No banging of doors. No dumping of plates. No stomping. Just silence. She only speaks a word. "Yes". "No". Or if she likes, some stinging comment. "Do whatever you want". It's so tiring. I try to go on like nothing's wrong. I try to talk to her. But it seems futile. I sleep. In the morning, I ask her what's wrong, and she answers, "You should know what's wrong. I don't want to say". Well, so much for that. The war rages on.

Onyx Swiped from williamnyk . It's amazing. The stars must be out of sync. The apocalypse must be coming. Believe or not, I'm doing another movie post. My last movie at the cinema was Ghost Rider , a pitiful story with a pitiful storyline. Bad hair. Killer cleavage. I agreed to watch the movie just to entertain my colleague who's going away to Dubai for a working stint. Anyway, this time round, my trip to the cinema was really unplanned. After having dinner with my Di , my Mei and several other close bloggers at Restoran Mak Koh , Bangsar, we kinda just decided on a whim to catch a movie at MV ( or perhaps to stalk some people who had plans there as well, :P ). Before I continue, do allow me to turn this into a mini food post. The food at Mak Koh is nothing to shout about, but the service is quick. We ordered steamed siakap , fu yu yau mak , stewed pork with preserved vegetables, Ma Poh beancurd and fried calamari. However, the price is a little steep. But then, this is B

stair rays Swiped from ♫ marc_l'esperance . Note: My skankiest post to date. Caution advised. Take with a pinch of salt. For the past few days, I have not been getting the sleep my body deserves. Stress at work. Late nights. Naughty hands. All have led to my sleep-deprived state. In normal cases, the amount of sleep I can squeeze out of those few hours are usually not quality sleep with good REM time. However, during on of those nights, I did have a very vivid dream. I don't know if it'd due to sexual frustration ( perhaps I've gotten sick of the twins ) or a libido overdrive ( unlikely since the testosterone levels only go downhill from here ), but I had quite a skanky dream. In the dream, I was climbing a narrow metal ladder ( like the kind you see in Dr Evils's lair ) in a semi-naked state ( nothing was hanging loose, in case you're wondering ). At one point, there was a small landing. And on that tight space was a semi-cute ( why isn't there per

Lunchtime! Swiped from Triple-Y . Every single day, my colleagues and I play a game called "Where Shall We Eat Today". Although there is an abundance of eateries in a 2-mile radius of our current site, we seem to find it very difficult to decide where to eat. There's Chinese, Indian, Malay, Middle-Eastern, Western and Punjabi food in settings ranging from hawkers, fast food joints, food courts, coffeeshops to posh restaurants. And yet we ask the question- when we are at our desks, while waiting for the lift, at the building lobby and sometimes worse, when we actually walk out aimlessly in the merciless noon day sun. I look at you, you look at me. A pathetic game. So when somebody actually comes up with a suggestion, we take as a divine command and quickly head there for fear of objections, which can range from: 1) Yerr, too far la... 2) Aiyoh, so hot... go nearby la... 3) I ban that place ler... so salty. 4) Nothing to eat one there. 5) So late where got place to

Stale Bread Swiped from mekuno . Warning: This is a REALLY stale post. Immune-suppressed individuals should take extreme caution and consult your healthcare professional. I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel here. I though this too late to post ages ago, so I left it in my archives. However, I'm feeling a little nostalgic.... ( and desperate ) about the old days, of how it used to be... so here. When two thirds of the Unholy Trinity get together with the Orginiser for dinner, one would expect an overwhelming reponse. However, it seems that the magic doesn't work that way. Perhaps we're missing David's magic touch. Alex's exclusive appearance failed to reel in the crowds of adoring peers in, or perhaps we went wrong somewhere. With just the three of us, it kinda ended up as a committee meeting. All was not lost as it turned out to be quite the "fancy and quiet" affair that Alex was looking for. Of course , our kind of "fancy"

collage xenri Swiped from williamnyk . In the past, Mother's Day has always been a simple affair, because my mother's birthday is always celebrated about a week before it. So we kind of kill two birds with one stone. And we get to avoid the crowds because past experiences have not been pretty. Overcrowding in restaurants. Mixed up orders. 5 course dinners ending up as 2 course dinners because the remaining 3 dishes somehow fail to show up before all the food is wiped off the table by overly-hungry and irate diners. Rude waitresses ( Don't know why so many people!? No need money ar?! ). However, this year, we actually celebrated Mother's Day since my brother couldn't make it to her birthday celebration due to weddings and full moon celebrations in Singapore. Although earlier deciding not go Japanese again this year ( sis and bro-in-law really not keen because basically, sashimi, wasabi, miso and sushi rice do not agree with them, so what else is left? ), we

Art of War Swiped from Emerging Birder . For those of you who know me personally ( for those of you who have a glimpse of my personal life through my cryptic posts, I salute thee for sensing the problems that I'm in, or if you don't get what write at times, that's cool too as ignorance is bliss. We have enough of our own shit. ), you would know that these past couple couple of weeks have been a bit tumultuous for me and my mum in terms of our relationship. Our disagreement on the way I live one part of my life is a bone of contentment between us. And the problem is not made easier by the fact that we live under the same roof. Be it as it may, we have reached a stalemate for the time being. But I like to see it as the calm before the storm. As Leggie asked the other day: Leggie: So, how's the war going? Me: What war? Leggie: The War of the Worlds. Me: Oh. THAT. I'm still placing my troops. And she's doing the same. It's not like I have to portray my

Dove 3 Day Swiped from williamnyk . Note: I'm running out of ammo... so you get this cheapo filler post. :) Behold the Dove Moisturethrapy Cream Shampoo sample pack. It features a limp tulip being brought back to life in just 3 days by soaking it in Dove Moisturethrapy Cream Shampoo. It's supposedly formulated with 1/4 intensive milk emmolients to repair dry and damaged hair. As far as I know, I banned Dove longed ago because it doesn't work for me. But that's not what I want to talk about. I just want to comment about the ad. Somehow, it just looks like their peddling some phyto-viagra that'll perk up your 'plants' in 3 days. Whatcha waiting for? Shampoo the nether regions for a 'bouncier' and 'fuller' effect with Dove Moisturetherapy Cream.

I am not very close to my brother. He left home to study at boarding school when he was 12 and only returned 5 years later to take his STPM. After that, he left home again to further his studies in Singapore. Upon graduating he worked in the Lion City because he had a bond to fulfill and even after he had no more obligations to the Singapore Government, he staued on, because he had grown to like the place. The brother I knew was quite transformed from all his years there, turning into what Mel described as "salsa-dancing and wine-guzzling". Everytime he comes back, he will supply me with music, comic books, novels and stuff. Although we do not talk much about feelings, hopes, dreams and ambitions, we chat well about more trivial matters. Still, he plays his role as my big brother and takes care of me, even plies me with SGD ( yes! ). Well, yesterday, I felt closer to my brother more than ever. I actually opened up to him and told him something that I had been carrying with me

Izzi Swiped from williamnyk . Some time back, Jase and I had dinner at Izzi Pizza , Bukit Bintang. Believe it or not, their headquarters is in Jakarta and I have been to their branch in Bursa Efek Jakarta ( the equivalent to Bursa Saham Malaysia ). That was around 3 years ago and I must say that the only thing I remembered about it was thin crust pizzas with excellent pepperoni. Anyway, the reason we went there was because of the rumoured 50% discount. However, the promotion is only valid for orders above $100 and payment must be via Citibank or Standard Chartered credit cards. Well, our bill came around to $50 and I stupidly just paid even after the waitress told us about the promotion details. We could have ordered another $50 worth of food and would not have paid an extra cent ( well, perhaps a bit ). Stupido. Stupido. Stupido. Baga. Baga. Baga. With that experience under my belt, I went there again last Saturday to celebrate my mum's birthday. This time round, I had a better lo

Blue Cherry Swiped from williamnyk . This photo was taken at Partunam City Complex . It's basically one of the many malls that are filled to the brim with clothing wholesalers. It caught my eye because of it's motto. You can't see it clearly due to the light, so I'll type it out here: Blue Cherry: We make you come first Oh, yes please! The next photo was taken at one of the side entrances of Indra Square . It's quite weird in my opinion because the modems and the uninterrupted power supply for the ATM machine is out in the open. The former sitting on top of the machine, the latter at the back, all within easy reach. It's so weird, any kid can just come along and take it out of commission. Talk about banking security.

Gohatto Swiped from comics0923 . Unlike some people I know ( ok la, Cynikeel, :P ), I have not posted a movie post in ages. As Bunny would testify, my forte is food posts. However, I've decided to try my hand at movie posts again. I did not go to the cinema ( lama aku tak pergi, sapo nak belanja ni? ), but I recently bought a DVD that is quite noteworthy to share here. The title is Gohatto . I just picked it up on a whim and since it was on sale at $5 ( not pirated, but got it at a shop at Summit USJ that's clearing old stock ), it was quite a no-brainer. As you would have guessed, it's Japanese. But most importantly, it has Beat Takashi in it. I can add it to my collection of Izo , Zatoichi and Battle Royale. As with all Jap movies, it's always a bit weird. Pace-wise. Storyline-wise. But therein lies the attraction for me. I had no expectations for it whatsoever. I asked my mum to read me the summary on the back of the DVD ( banana, tak tahu baca cina ) and s

The throes of anguish which visit us in the dark of the night are often symptoms of a struggle for change that has already begun. --- The Comfort Book. Wise, Robert L. I think it has already begun. I think I can feel it. Slowly, but surely, it has begun. And it feels good.

Sensing my despair, KH employed the help of a mutual friend to pass me a card. A simple card, yet full of meaning for me. He understands me. I cling to the hand he offers me. He eases my pain. I feel his strength in me. He wipes away each bitter tear. He lends me his a sympathetic ear. He thinks of me in these trying times. And I think of him. His words give me comfort in this storm I am going through. And I am glad he feels my love for him and in return, he showers me with his love tenfold. I can only hope that what we have will last, but I will work hard to keep the flame burning. I will not so easily give up. I want to see this through. We want to see this throug.

closet door Swiped from surlygrrrl . Kiros. God's time. You can ask for whatever you want from God, tell him all your needs, demand that you get a sign... but God will just keep quiet. The world will go on, life will go on... you will still toil and wait for your deliverance. But when the time comes, and we are not ready, we get swept along in the torrent of chaos and order. As much as we plan things, as much we design, things don't always go our way. But we can always hope. Some things we keep close to our hearts. Our deepest darkest secret. Our hopes and fears. Forever waiting and waiting to release it. We rehearse it. We build up the courage to say. But we falter. We stumble. We sputter. We stammer. But sometimes, when we least expect it, the contents of our hearts are tumbled out without warning. We are caught unaware. We stare in disbelief. But realization comes, and we catch this wave of honesty, we steel ourselves, our courage returns. The truth shall set you fr

IMG_8208 Swiped from yitweng . Since my last trim since before CNY, I had grown quite a crop of 'grass' on my head. The heat and my hair constantly in my eyes ( I don't flip my hair for no reason, like *some* people think ) was already driving me nuts so I quickly headed over to my regular stylist, KK for a trim. I took the 11am slot and I was so early that I was the first customer of the day. My appointment finished in record time, just shy of half an hour. Back to my point. KK took a look at the unruly mop of hair on my head and declared that I should go for a longer style since I already had the length. He said cutting me short for the past year is already getting boring. I concurred. Therefore, he just thinned the hair at the top and sides and left the fringes. As a result, the hair is still in my eyes and people stare at me in disbelief after I tell them that I had a haircut. The next day after my trim, I brought SK to Eric's stylist, KK as well, but the g

Queer Card Swiped from williamnyk . Guys have been wearing pink and toting their girlfriend's handbags to get brownie points. Venturing into territory that was once considered taboo, no man's land ( or more precisely "all man's land" ). Nowadays, it's cool to show a little of our feminine side. To skirt the other side . A good way to soften the rough edges. The desirable men of today is no longer gruffy and rugged, but rather pretty and preppy. Painfully androgynous. As such, the same concept is being employed in the corporate world. Citibank brought you the Clear Card . Now make way for the RapidKL Queer LRT Card and the MidValley Queer Parking Card . In eye-catching pink and purple respectively. Get your's today.

collageMBK Swiped from williamnyk . The 3rd day at Bangkok is quite a blur for me. Can't really remember the details, but I'll try anyway. Spent most of the day at the wholesale clothes outlets at Pratunam, kind of like the Ho Ching Yuen beside the Hang Tuah LRT station. Clothes, clothes and more clothes. We were mostly at Indra Square and the Baiyoke Garment Center nearby where my sister was staying. My sister and mother bought tonnes of clothes, handbags and other accessories. All at cheap prices. After baking in the hot and humid Bangkok weather, we decided to move to someplace with air-conditioning, so it was off to MBK for more shopping. The layout is simple enough. Just one long stretch where you walk, and walk, and walk..... from one end to the other. 5 floors of shopping. Made me wish for the electric buggy from Muang Boran . Typical shopping paradise with a stronger muslim presence, for unknown reasons. Anyway, saw an interesting scene there. Two women were

munaweroh Swiped from williamnyk . For some unknown reason, I have been getting a few SMS and MMS from Indonesians recently. There are only a few explanations I can think of: 1) Pure coincidence ( then why have I not hit the lottery!!? ) 2) My number is wrongly posted on some Indonesian migrants classifieds somewhere ( lo mau cowok ganteng? kontek 016-XXXXXX ) 3) DiGi screwed up big time ( not surprising ) The first set of SMS I received was addressed to a woman by the name of Sri. The contents were in Javanese, which I promptly asked my counterpart in Jakarta to translate. It roughly went like this: Sri, you're really shameless. No man would willingly take you as their wife. That's why you have to steal other people's husbands! I just sent a reply to tell the fellow that I'm not 'shameless' ( most of the time, at least ) nor a woman and promptly blocked the number. Thinking that it was fluke and brushing the whole incident off, it then happened again.

Photo-0414 Swiped from williamnyk . After more than 20 years of enjoying the soup-based steamboat, I have finally tried the porridge-based version at Eastern Delight , Seri Petaling. One of my mother's friends won big at the agensi nombor ramalan , so dinner was on her. Being the remora I usually am, I got to go along to. Hehe. For one thing, I did not have very high expectations of it. I'm definitely a "soup guy" and as such, the porridge I prefer is also the Teochew kind. However, they use the congee type with the beras hancur . That aside, it's pretty much steamboat lo . It's just more filling and it's quite weird to put leafy greens in porridge. If the idea of porridge doesn't appeal ( I have a colleague who refuses to eat it because she associates it with being sick ), the place also serves the normal variety of steamboat. The price is not quite cheap and everything is ala carte , so the costs can add up to quite an amount. However, it&#

Photo-0439 Swiped from williamnyk . Before you freak out, that's not the head of a mountain troll bubbling in the pot. It's actually a fruit by the name of my post. It has real weird properties. The reason for the "eye sockets" is that my mother whacked the fella with a hammer before putting it to boil. The insides are spongy and white, but the second you boil it, the water turns black and nasty. Supposedly, it has detoxification effects-- think trips to the loo and freaky-looking stools. Boil it with some dates and it tastes quite good really... if you can get past the fact it scrubs out your bowels. Heh.

Gelatomio Swiped from williamnyk . Spent some quality time with my di , Jase at Berjaya Times Square after work. He supposedly had a big secret to tell me, but he didn't really tell anyway ( see! I'm not a mulut tempayan. I didn't tell anyone about your Antonio Banderas blow-up doll. Kidding. Kidding ). Anyway, my throat was flaring up, so I decided for something mercifull to my throat. Wanted to try Chikuho Ramen , but apparently it had closed down, replaced by Mr. Ramen . What the heck. We ate there anyway since thanks to my great sense of direction and BTS fantastic layout ( from the architects who brought you the Mines of Moria ), we were too tired to look for another eatery. I ordered the Miso Ramen, whereas Jase had the Chicken Katsu-Don. Food was crappy. The service staff was mostly Myanmarese, making it a real unique dining experience. Cheap though, I'll give it that. Next on, we moved onto ice cream. t was either Baskin Robbins or Gelatomio . I chose the latt

LRTCrotch Swiped from williamnyk . Here I am trying to do a version of David's side-blog ( with the name above ): Why the FUCK must some guys sit on the LRT with their BLOODY legs so wide open? It really makes me wonder. It's rush hour. People are packing into the trains. Everyone is looking for a place to sit on the long journey to the city. And some idiot comes along, sits on the limited seats like his balls have swollen to the size of grapefruits. For goodness sake, keep your legs together and let an extra person sit down! If you're wearing a skirt, and would like to air your family jewels, then by all means, spread those legs, but if not, please keep them together. Extremely inconsiderate. The same goes for idiots who like to read the papers of the train, especially Chinese newspapers. They're already so unwieldly, so please have the common sense to fold up the papers before you read, not open them all the way like you're sitting in your lazy chair at h

There are things in our life that are very private in nature, hence not usually shared with others. But when the time comes to share it, we may have hang ups about it and perhaps develop a kind of mental block that prohibits you from sharing that inner part of yourself. However, with perseverance, patience and a strong will, all obstacles can and will be removed. As it is said, good things happen to those who wait. And I am glad that I was given the time to adapt, given the chance to show my worth, and most importantly, given the love and gentle, guiding hand tofind my way around the difficulties and make myself comfortable with the situation. So far, the discoveries have been mindblowing and I am very grateful. In time, I hope the harvest will be plenty...

Queer Graffiti Swiped from elmada . Note: Dear readers, this is just some random observation from my trip that would not fit to well in my daily vacation report. After spending 6 days in Bangkok I've come to notice something that I missed while I was there for 5 weeks, 3 years back. The Thai seem to have a thing for phallic symbols. They come in all shapes and sizes ( as do the real thing, hehe) , from the obscenely large to easy-carry versions. Mostly, I've seen them carved from wood, but the smaller versions can also be found cast from metal (with extra dragon motif). At first, I thought them dildos, until I started seeing them all over the place-- from taxi dasboards to altars to food stall counters to keychains. Frankie even tells me that are tied to waist like an amulet. As far as I can tell, it has some kind of religious significance. They seem to be revered. I can see garlands of flowers placed over them. Some even have inscriptions and gold leaf. And for those

Hobbit Feet Swiped from williamnyk . Neither am I talking about the Small Office, Home Office concept nor the place in US, but actually a foot treatment company. I guess I could say the cheap version of a podiatrist. The don't give pedicures and are not qualified to correct your foot problems but they specialize in cracked heels, bunions, calluses, toenail infections and the other sort of nasty skin conditions of the foot. They set up a booth at Jusco Seri Kembangan and the response was amazing. Young and old were lining up to get the the dead skin removed from their at RM25. Quite cheap seeing that the results are quite obvious and that the treatment takes around 2 hours and much disgusting effort on the part of the staff. Their Hobbit-Feet Reversal Treatment begins with an alcohol rub. Who knows were those feet have been. After that, some kind of skin softening cream is applied to the feet. Don't know what the active ingredient is, but for all I know, it could be so

How NOT to solve a problem like Maria Swiped from belljw18670 . This is only my second lyrics post. I'm at a loss for words ( don't laugh! It's actually possible. :P ). I have no way to articulate my feelings and situation at the moment, so I'll let the nuns do the talking / singing: How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? How do you find a word that means Maria? A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown! I laugh. I frown. I smile. How does one solve a problem like Maria?

Photo-0414a Swiped from williamnyk . An interesting character I saw on the LRT one fine morning: 1) First impression: looks like Lim Kok Wing sans spectacles ( I know many would disagree, it's just a first impression ). 2) Hair: reminds me of the He-man alter-ego ( Prince what's-his-name ). 3) Book: reads John Steinbeck. Interesting character #2 was an elderly man who was torturing a young couple standing in fron of him. He kept on talking about the good 'ol days and giving them grandfather-ly advice about life. The guy couldn't have cared less, but the girl layan him by nodding her head and sometimes agreeing with certain points he make. I'm so pathethic. I'm so bored. Time passes oh so slowly on the LRT...

collage3 Swiped from williamnyk . A colleague and The Searcher recommended me to visit The Ancient City of Muang Boran . It's 40 minutes away from the hustle-bustle of Bangkok, located in Samut Prakan. It's basically Thailand's history, culture, architecture and art all condensed into 320 acres of land the shape of Thailand. Think of it as Mini Malaysia, only *much* better and less cheesy. It boasts of 112 attractions in 6 sections. The entrance fee is THB300, inclusive of bicycle rental or a tram ticket. We took one double bicycle and a golf cart. It was a sweltering day and shade was few and far in between. At the start, we were very keen to see the sights. Took many photos. But as we went on, the attractions were losing their lustre. All of 'em started looking the same. And the sun was unforgiving. Towards the end, we were hurrying ourselves through, just giving the magnificent structures cursory glances and quick photo shoots. However, while we were at t

Photo-0440 Swiped from williamnyk . I'm not talking about Luc Beeson's movie here, but literally taxis. Of late, I've been relying on them to get to work because I have to go to Taman Tun Dr Ismail and there is no easy way to get there with public transport from where I live. So, each morning, my mother drops me off at Old Klang Road and I hail a cab to go to work. I've noticed that most of the taxi drivers I've met are quite interesting. Here are a few examples: Driver 1: Uncle Wong Uncle Wong looks like a nice enough guy. He's the kind of driver who will make small talk you even though you ignore him. Talk about paying to be tortured. But most of the time, I will layan them coz the jams at OKR are no pretty sight and it can get helluva boring. However, Uncle Wong has one trait that is quite scary-- one second he will be talking to you, the other second, he'll transform into a road bully. The transition takes less than 0.005 seconds (something like Gaban).

Teriyaki Chicken ala William Swiped from williamnyk . Ever since I mentioned my Teriyaki Chicken , it has been getting a lot of airtime on my blog recently for mysterious reasons. Jase wants. Eric wants it. KH wants it. On the other hand, only Robb was interested in the humble beginnings of my teriyaki chicken which I will mention briefly here: (Heat waves in the air, signalling a flashback) 3 years ago, in Jakarta: The mundane diet (food court, fast food, food court, fast food, ad infinitum) my colleagues and I had to endure working over at Jakarta as lowly-paid migrant workers had forced us to cook on weekends just to keep our sanity and keep our arteries plaque free. So, every weekend, we'd all contribute in the kitchen by either cooking or cleaning up. On one fateful week, I decided to whip up my famous Teriyaki Chicken. Whole chicken drumsticks. Deboned. Marinated in light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and a generous helping of pepper. That's it (don't be disappoi