will i am's delayed diary

Dragonfruit I (Red & White) Swiped from espion . I've not been doing a lot food posts lately. No mood? Moved on? I'm sure ThompsonB is happy about it. I'm sure my brother is happy about it. But that aside, I'm doing a semi-food post today. It depends on your definition of food. It hs a gross factor of 6.5, I think. So, if you haven't had your dinner, better skip this one. After a long day at work, I come home and read the papers. My mum offers me a juicy hemisphere of purple dragon fruit. It was so inviting. The colour vivid. So big and round ( not talking boobs here people! ) Sweet and juicy! I dug and dug at the juicy flesh. When I was nearly done, I noticed something odd near the skin. The pulp should be purple, so what is that white streak I see near the skin? Hmmmmm. Upon taking a closer look: "GAWD! It squirmed!" They were fruit worms. Fat and white. Nothing like your sago grubs, but disgusting enough. With further inspection, I found an

picture a day - white trash Swiped from less like math . Conversation I with Lex ( Lanky Lex not Lex Luthor ) of the JayLex Foundation: Lex: hahhaha. u r becoming very naughty. Moi: why le? Lex: dunno le. u r different that the william i know. hahahha. Moi: har. Lex: u have changed.... Moi: serious? Lex: where's the william i know????? Conversation II with Queer Ranter: QueerR: What's wrong with you ar? Moi: Huh? QueerR: You're like super skanky these days! Moi: Yameh? QueerR: Everyting from your mouth is sex, sex, sex. Moi: Bisasalah. (For those of you who know QueerR, to have him call me a skank has quite serious implications) It's weird. In just a span of 1 week, 2 friends have told me that I've changed for the worse. That I've slipped over to the dark side of Skankdom. They view me as sex-deprived and having a perpetually yellow-tinted mindset. A far cry from the person they knew from 2007/01/01. The quiet William. The book-ish William. The decen

Photo-0159 Swiped from williamnyk . Skeletor isn't back to plunge the universe back into chaos. Don't worry. Once again, I've started bumping back into Uncle HeMan . He still digs into his classics the moment he sets foot into the train car. I nearly didn't recognize him as he seems to have to dumped his hairstylist. Things are neater now, less Brady Bunch. So kids, this weeks book for The HeMan Book Club is William Faulkner's Sartone . Do me a 500 page report, then condense the bloody thing into a 20 word comment. Thanks. =)

IMG_5862 Swiped from williamnyk . Yes folks, the MIFC -- Malaysia International Fireworks Competiton, not the F*cking Convention. Was not keen to see the thing. Didn't bother to drive all the way out to Putrajaya, park dangerously by the roadside to catch the show for free. However, through a twist of fate, I was given a free ticket, as Cho couldn't make it. So, I joined SK, Kiam, HP and her little sister ( the girl calls me Uncle too! Bitch! ). Having heard of the notorious jams during the preliminaries, we arrived early to get a better spot. Well, our kiasu-ness paid off as we managed to double park by the roadside ( trudged up the hill to PICC ) and wait in the rain for two hours before enjoying a 30 minute display of money burning in the sky. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. :P. In order to peddle their MYR3 bottled water and MYR6 Nasi Lemak, the organisers disallowed food and water to be brought into the convention center. The checkes were lax, so we still m

Book of Answers Swiped from Caro's Lines . Hi all. Sorry to say that nobody got all the right answers. Clockwise from top left Pic 1: Hero, Queer As Folk, A Scanner Darkly, Amelie Pic 2: Angels in America, The Animatrix, Akira, Transamerica Pic 3: The Black Adder, Snatch, Zatoichi, Blow My free time is officially over. I'm seriously overworked.....

collage2 Swiped from williamnyk . After divulging the contents of my music playlist , it is only fair that I extend it to movies and series as well. I shall be the initiator. If it catches on, Hurray! If not, your employer will thank me for not affecting productivity levels at the workplace. I know it's a bit troublesome needing to scan the pictures, edit and then upload 'em, but do play along if you have the time. Heck, you can even be a little creative and cover the movie titles with some paper and then take a pic with your camera phone. And as usual, no prize for getting all the right answers, but I might just reward somebody with a little something ...

IMG_5800 Swiped from williamnyk . Merdeka. Public holiday. What to do? Go to work?! Screw that! Go to the mall? Spare me the jams! Head to Floria Putraja 2007. A hassle-free outing with your friends and family. Left for the flower exhibition at 9 in the morning that day while other Malaysians were either still snoozing or the rest "glued" to the TV set watching the marching bands, fly by's and other equally-lame ( Floria is just a different type of lame. :P ) activities going on at Dataran Merdeka. Putrajaya's a ghost town as usual. When we reached Precint 2, we only saw a couple of Floria 2007 buntings. We didn't know where to go. Had to stop by the roadside to ask for directions from the security staff. So pathetic. No decent signage. Anyway, let me just get this over with. Hot day. Half dead flowers. Floral arrangement exhibition. Floral landscape showcase. Floral interior decoration showcase. Floral fashion expo. Flower bazaar. There were some interes

Part Four Swiped from McNeney . (Backtrack 27th August -- yeah, ancient history again!) I went swimming again last Sunday with SK, but with a little twist, a newcomer. The kid's name is Ah Zon, someone I came to know through a twist of fate on Friendster. The story goes like this-- QueerR talked about Ze Nephew. Says he shakes hands like Squidwer. I was curious. Asked to see his Friendster profile. Viewed the kid. Viewed his friends. One viewed me back AND added me as a friend. Asked the kid about it. Said it was a mistake. Thought I was some other William ( not the bloody first time ). Fine. Mistaken Identity's friend views my profile. I view back. He added me as a friend. Messaged the kid asking whether it's ANOTHER case of mistaken identity. Said he genuinely wanted to be friends. :). The kid's name's Ah Zon. A fun guy. Friendly. He can magically add 3 years to his looks by putting on spectacles. Kinda like Clark Kent. Calls me Uncle. Grrrrr. Kids these

Dell'amore #3 Swiped from Roby1kenobi . (Backtrack 20th August -- yeah, ancient history) On Monday, my mood was kinda out as I knew that KH would be going back to Singapore the next day. It's so weird to actually feel the longing even before the person has left. Unlike Friday, I worked that day and after work, SK was nice enough to borrow me her car so that I could go meet KH for a proper goodbye. After picking KH up, KH accompanied to Kuchai Lama for a supposedly famous wanton noodle stall by the name of Cho-Cho . However, I find that it's just average at best. As it was starting to rain again, we drove over to OUG for a decent place to talk. Parking at Central Hypermarket, we walked over to Pearl Point with my umbrella in hand. Our hands found each other and we braved the rain together. Apt weather for the occassion, come to think of it. At first, I was rather moody and quiet. KH sensed it and kept on asking me about it over coffee at Starbucks. KH was amused whe

Milk Drops Swiped from jurvetson . (Backtrack to 3 weeks ago) I've always been proud of the fact that I have semi-flawless skin. My adolescent years had been virtually acne-free, so I did not have to put up with inflamed and blotchy skin and scarring ( gasp! ). Howoever, it seems that my skin has decided to take a detour back to the age of dermal carnage. I don't know if it's stress or lack of sleep or increased coffee intake, but my poor skin has taken a turn for the worse. A liking for acne, especially on my T-zone. Can't really blame the hairstyle, as for the past two years it had always been covering my forehead. Hmmm. During my last visit to my beautician: Janet: Ei. I already have the flu. Now you come with so many pimples for me to press. You wanna kill me faster is it?! Anyway, she did the dirty work. Making her wantan 's as she went along. It was a scream-worthy experience for me too. I felt like I had a whole batch of Alien eggs on my forehead. Ju

National Day celebrations are in full swing. Buildings lit up. Flags in ever conceivable size and shape. Spotlights blaze through the night sky. Masjid Jamek is now carnival area. Food. Glow sticks. People are arriving in droves. Roads close. Cars stall. At Dataran Merdeka, a malay guy sings Peng You at full blast and with much gusto. I'm hauling my ass home. Happy Fiftieth, Malaysia.

dalipods Swiped from axb500 . Inspired by Janvier and Queer Ranter, I have decided to do a song list guessing game of my own. Initially, I had wanted to follow the original format, but then I noticed that most of the songs in my play list, I can't find the lyrics to. So Plan B. Maybe if I sample the start or chorus of each song and upload it ala the MyFM game. Wait a minute-- that'll include editing, finding a suitable hosting site, and time ( which I lack! ). Crap. So I have decided to just publish the answers and hopefully with it, you can decide for yourselves what a weirdo I am in terms of music taste. Skater Boy - Avril Lavigne Puteri Ledang - Noraniza Idris Al Mostafa - Zmiya Solitude - Karunesh Future Proof - Massive Attack Diesel Power - Prodigy Spring Song - He Xu Tian Swordsman Theme Song - Sam Hui The Mystic's Dream - Loreena McKennitt Ice Cream - New Young Pony Club Bhajans - Sheila Chandra Urami Bushi - Meiko Kaji Zhui Lang Man De Shi - Zhao Yong

angel Swiped from dro!d . It's amazing when we think about the amount of trouble we would endure to do something that we love. If your significant other stays in Klang and you happen to shack up in Kelana Jaya, it's never too far. "Just a couple of tolls" , you would say. But when things go sour, or you just aren't interested anymore, "Ei, for once why don't you take the bus over" would not be surprising. Ditto for many other things. Humans lose interest rather quickly, but some things are quite hard-wired , as I mentioned before. Heh. This was the case on third day of KH's visit ( the 2nd day was intentionally ommitted because it was family day for both of us ). But before that, let me backtrack to the lunch I had with his friend, Oreal, and her boyfriend Friese. Quite the golden couple. Oreal's fair with a curvaceous body, whilst Friese has a good build and he even wore a knitted shirt with a plunging neckline (!). Real nice peopl

Photo-0155 Swiped from williamnyk . Today, I present all of you a rare book review: Title: Marriage Technique Author: Drs. Rai & Airi Publisher: Kiran, India Year: 1964, 7th Edition Price: MYR3.00 FYI, this book has been lying in my parents' drawer for ages. Some years back ( after the death of my dad ), my mum was cleaning out the drawer and she found this. She promptly handed it to me. "Err......" As you can see from the picture, it's all brown and I'm sure you can guess it smells funny. The book is still in quite good condition as the silverfish had spared it. Here's the publisher's note: All the scientific sex knowledge of the world, concerning arried people, has been compressed into this single pocket book... This book is scientific without beng technical. It is written in a simple style so as to be intelligible even to the lay reader... "Welcome, visitor. To the weird world! Go-slow" What the?! To get a better idea, here's

Photo-0148 Swiped from williamnyk . It had been 3 months or so since KH came back to KL. It was his mum's birthday and his brother's convocation, so it was apt for him to return home. That and of course it was his turn for a conjugal visit. Hehe. Anyway, we both had our commitments to spend time with family, so we had to schedule things carefully. On Friday, I took half day off to spend time with him. We did the most mundane of things, but at least we got to spend it together. After lunch, he headed out to Central Market to meet me. "We gazed at each other from afar. The longing in our eyes were evident. KH ran through the street towards me, dropping the bag in hand. With the wind blowing in our hair, we met halfway in a deep embrace. We kissed deeply and passionately. Our hands.... CUT THE TAPE. Well nothing like that obviously. We were just happy to see each other. We walked side by side. Giggling as we went along. With the sun beating at our brow, the laptop we

0535_870610-14-27-ANN-fs Swiped from lucien fp05 . Some months back, my ex-F6 classmate got married. WK's the name. For some reason, SK calls him "Dad". Some kind of pseudo-Electra Complex?! At first, I was supposed to attend the wedding with SK, but since she flew off to Germany, I used it as an excuse not to go. Not to say that I was exceptionally close to the guy, but he's an OK guy and I buy facial products via his wife with a hefty employee's discount. Definite Brownie points there. Anyway, SK and I were supposed to treat him to dinner since we both skipped his wedding. But it turned out to be a failure, like the whole Chia and Kiat fiasco in Singapore. WK invited a whole bunch of other ex-classmates, some whom I have not seen in 8 years. What happened to you William?! I wouldn't dare to tegur you if I saw you! I don't think I've changed THAT much la. I didn't eactly shed my geeky image. I'll just call it a little touch up. Anywa

Photo-0146 Swiped from williamnyk . After a hiatus of 3 months, I finally went for my swim with SK. I was worried that I had forgotten how to swim. That my movements would be awkward and I'd forget how to breathe. Well, I didn't forget. I guess it's like riding a bike. But I wouldn't know about that. Perhaps it's like sex? Yeah, I guess one would never forget. But then, swimming is not as hard-wired as sex. :P. Anyway, I only swam for like 40 mins before I felt like I had no more thrust. It was like I was static in the water. My spindly arms and legs had called it a day. The kids were also getting rowdy and a pair of little girls were giggling at SK and I the whole time, so we decided to leave. We headed to MV to have dinner with a friend at Kim Gary . The place was packed as usual. Waiter: Smoking or non-smoking? Moi: Non-smoking. Waiter: We have an opening at the smoking section at the moment, do you mind? Moi: Is anyone smoking there at the moment? Waite

This Is Tom Jones Swiped from DafyddLlyr . "It's not unusual to be mad with anyone" "It's not unusual to be sad with anyone" Is it true that we more easily show our anger to those we love? When facing outsiders, we are more patient. We maintain a veneer of civility and tolerance that we do not usually reserve for the ones we care for. Is it true that we tend to be more caustic, have a shorter fuse even? Is this fair? It's such a contradiction. Yet it happens everyday. It happens to me, heck, even I do it. Most of the time, I regret lashing out. The outcome always drags me down. Regret hangs heavily on me. Libran genes. Damn. Oh, how I wish I can think with a more level head. Gauge the situation before I open my mouth. Sounds fake? I guess if we love someone, we should do something to keep things loving. You happy. I happy. Am glad that with KH, I dare to ask and he dares to answer. Things are simple. Sincere. "It's not unusual to be lov

honekawa Swiped from williamnyk . I'm sure people in my age bracket and those older would know of Doraemon . The robotic cat from the future that has a bottomless pouch from which it pulls out inventions after inventions to satisfy the unreasonable needs of his host, Nobita. Each story normally ends in disaster after the invention is misused. I used to love it. Will watch the horribly dubbed series before dinner. Enjoying the interactions of Nobita with the other characters- the quick-to-temper mother; the bully Gian; the ever-bathing Sizuka and last but not least, the showy Suneo. With introductions over, I can go into the perkara pokok - I have been told numerous times that I LOOK and SOUND like Suneo Honekawa . !!!. Yes. It's that shocking. !!!. As much as I begrudge such a comment, let's do an objective study: Pointy Hair - Check! Pointy Mouth - Errr? Annoying voice - I like the sound of my own voice, but I really do sound a bit nasal when I hear recordings o

collage2 Swiped from williamnyk . After two long months, SK has finally returned from her stint in Germany ( but it has been a month since she came back :P ). She's back at my side again and while this is good news, it also means that JM will now have to return to being without her at his side. There is always an imbalance somewhere, a rotation between us, a permutation. At the very beginning, we were three. Doing everything together during our Form Six years. When tertiary education came, JM and SK were both assigned to UKM, while I was in UM. During that particular phase, though we kept in close contact and frequently met, I think JM and SK grew closer. Became a unit of sorts, formed a deeper rapport. Then, as I joined the rat race, JM left the country and this brought about another change where SK and I built our own bonds. Soon after that, I too had left the country and only returned once a month, causing us to be effectively separated. Even so, our friendship held st

Roll The Dice Swiped from taylorkoa22 . Supposed to have posted this as a filler in case you guys have gotten sick and tired of my bed sport exploits down south. But as usual, things got pushed around. Hopefully this will really help, but even not, at least I have tried to get in touch with some of my feelings, which I'm sure my Significant Other would approve of. The details are found here . A person is only as good as ... his word Friendship is always about ... giving and receiving To love is to ... give one's all Money makes me ... lose sight of the important things in my life I miss my ... innocence, my father, my KH My way of saying I care is ... by giving you the brutal truth with 15% of tact I try to spread love and happiness by ... being more selfless Pick the flowers ... to brighten up someone's day To love someone is to ... to love ourselves Beauty is ... subjective When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was ... masturbation (:P) When I was twenty

vlcsnap-urahara Swiped from williamnyk . On the left we have McD's Dip Jack . On the right we have Bleach's Urahara-san . See the resemblance? Two brothers, born of the same parents. Separated at birth. One taken in by the Golden Arches, forever trying to eke out a living in Ronald's shadow. He got his big break peddling McNugget sauces that nobody'll appreciate. A tragedy waiting to happen. The other joined Soul Society. Gained his fame as the first head of the Technological Research Department. Later self-exiled to Karakura Town, making a living by opening a convenience store. Will they ever meet? Will destiny bring them together? This and the Two-headed Elvis Clone on the next edition of "This Is Your Life!". And to answer the requests from my hair post: Sorry about the smudges, but I'm still under the Witness Protection Programme. So far I've revealed the upper half of my head, so now you get to enjoy my spindly arms and the shape of my

Carry My Heart Swiped from williamnyk . The bus back to KL was at 3:00pm, so KH and I had some left over time to spend together. Even took half day's leave to see me off. We woke up at around 9:00am, but practically lazed in bed till late, just enjoying each others' presence and finally getting to talk. Issues were dug up. Things were brought into the open. It is something KH enjoys doing though it makes me uncomfortable at times. For KH, problems should be tackled head on. Take the bull by its horns. I am slowly adapting to this gung-ho and open attitude to things. I know KH means well and just wants things less murky. But I must also point out that KH does not apply this in all things, but this also something that I accept. From his HangZhou trip, KH bought me a little memento. A grain of rice suspended in a glass vial. On the grain of rice, is written: "I only have you in my heart" . And on the other side, KH's name in Chinese. KH put it around my neck

Though I frequently distend my tummy by going for buffet dinners, it has been t least 8 years since I had a high tea. Since I had a free high tea for two compliments of Milennium Hotel ( formerly known as Regent Hotel ), I finally went to break the dry spell. Truth be told, not exactly FOC also la, I already paid for it when the telemarketer suckered me into joining their membership. So, if anyone wants to eat there or rent a room, you can give me a ring and you'll get 50% off the bill. It was a family outing with my mum, sister and brother-in-law. A nice cozy buffet of Western ( scallops and raw oysters! ), local ( ever had Char Kuey Teow with Salmon and Cod fish slices? ) and Japanese cuisine, dim sum ( siew mai and crispy deep-fried wanton! ), seafood barbeque ( sweet, succulent lobster! ), cute-sy desserts and free-flow beer. In addition to the food, you have guitarists crooning oldies like "Mr Bojangles" and Gypsy Kings fare. There was even a clown ( didn't ge

collage8 Swiped from williamnyk . A continuation... On Sunday, I dragged KH to to church. We went to the Church of the Blessed Sacrement somewhere in Alexandra Road. The mass time published in the website is wrong so by the time we arrived, it was already the homily. A very triangular church with a woody interior. The liturgy is fancier than I'm used to. Much use of incense and they even have a gong! I noticed a few things about the church. Firstly, the collection is really ineffective. They really should use longer poles. Secondly, I met the most kiasu Catholic. He actually went for communion twice! Talk about finishing your quota for the day. Pengz! We left church, then headed to Chinatown Point to look at the SportsmenAsia shop. A very impressive collection. KH actually got me someting from there. Thanks dear! As my throat was a bit sore, I bought gui lin gao there, from a shop called Hong Woh Tong , a blatant rip-off of KL's Kwong Woh Tong. Everything looks the s

After Mowing Swiped from great_sea . After 2.5 haircut-free months, I have finally shorn off my unruly locks. It had grown really thick and any attempt to style usually ends in failure. It just swallows all the products I put in it. Heh. The whole thing started when my stylist, KK decided that I should change the length of my hair. I visited him twice and both times he turned me back. So when the day finally came to cut my hair, it ended up pretty much the same. "Eh, what's the difference ah?" The front part is just slightly longer. That's about it. Well, I don't really care, at least I save RM72 worth of haircuts. And my head feels much lighter now. But I guess my shampoo and hair wax usage increased. Can't win 'em all. Bah! But, KH approves of my new / old look. Says my hair used to get in the way when trying to get to my ear... ehehe. It tickles! When I was there, I also got to meet Mike, Snips' CEO. Only in his 30s. Not flamboyant or anyth

collage Swiped from williamnyk . During my first day in Singapore, didn't spend much time with my dearest as KH's boss demanded that a stupid task be completed and tickets to a play were already bought beforehand. So let's just call it bad timing. Hoewever, it wasn't a total loss as it gave me a chance to meet my long lost friends Chia and Kiat whom I had not met in 4 years. They had recently gotten married and SK and I wanted to treat them to a meal since we both couldn't make it to their wedding as it clashed with our BKK trip . We met at the Singapore Zoo and we were an hour late ( due to my zombie-ness in the last post ). By the time we arrived in Mandai, Chia and Kiat were already waiting in the KFC ( wonder what's with KFC and zoos ). Chia had woken up at 7:00am to prepare egg mayo and sardine sandwiches-- just like old times in Form 6. Brings back nice memories. It was a wet morning and we nearly abandoned our plan, but the rain let up so we did

Transparency Swiped from Edgar Thissen . Hi everyone. I've been real busy trying to chase my deadline lately and frankly, it ain't looking good. Sooner or later, the gauntlet is going to be thrown and someone's neck is going to be on the chopping block. A responsibility I can't shirk. My team is already working very hard and I only have myself to blame. To make things worse, an ad hoc thing has popped up and I have been given the green light to forget about my current project at the moment. Well, let's just say that it isn't a pretty distraction. I'm nearly at my wit's end. Just waiting for the final straw. Heh. Negativity aside, I'm sure there are quite a few of you ( DanielH! ) who're dying to learn about the sordid details of my 'conjugal visit' to Not-So-Sunny Singapore. I'm not one to kiss and tell, so I'll just say that I had I loads of fun down south . Heh. Some random observations about JB: Motorcycle shops open till lat

Photo-0088 Swiped from williamnyk . An interesting bi-lingual notice I saw stuck on the side of a TNB wiring hub: WSS Ah Weng: Where's my 11 days petrol money and salary for sending your indon up / down USJ, Cheras and Sungai Besi site I'm from a national school, so my Chinese is definitely sendirian berhad . But I guess that the part in chinese is not quite talking about the same thing. Seems different. Can anyone verify this?

Photo-0104 Swiped from williamnyk . We pre-empt today's episode of "Healthy Cookin' with Richard Simmons" with a small weekend food segment. Skanky details of my SG trip delayed until further notice. :P. Guest chefs are SK and my sister. Tortilla Chip Dip SK brought back a EUR2.00 packet of Fuego Tortilla Chips, so my sister whipped up a dip that ironically costs more than the chips. Here's the recipe: Mayonaisse Cream cheese Parsley Boiled eggs Lemon juice Bits of crispy bacon Directions: Baling all together. Voila! To demonstrate a slice of her life in Germany, SK prepared us her typical breakfast. Here's the recipe: Wheat bread Cheese Tomatoes Coral lettuce Bacon Paprika-Pepperoni Salami Directions: Stack 'em all together. Voila! Trivia: She told me that she used to boil / fry the cold cuts before eating them. Kinda like cooking sashimi? Hehe. Had junk food the whole day. Satay. Durian. Leftover soup. Instant noodles. Prunes. Bak Zhang . Dragon Fruit.

Untitled#5 Swiped from espion . After two long months since KH departed, we finally get to meet again. I will be going down to Singapore to "improve bilateral ties". Heh. We parted in very clouded circumstances. Thunderclouds over our heads. The last time we saw each other, SK needed to whisk me to KH's side by the cover of night. The last time we touched, embraced. Looked into each other's eyes. Kissed. Since then, we had resorted to the distant crackle of voices through copper wires, strings of 1s and 0s floating through telco waves. Sweet SMS. Skanky MMS. Simple chats via IM. E-mail conversations. A rare hand-written card. A treasured letter. Some lost thoughts in the mail. Good things come to those who wait.

My New-Found Calling, And My Entry Into The Photoshop Challenge #2 Swiped from drp . KK did the impossible the other day-- he actually managed to set up a gathering with a few of my ex-coursemates from UM whom I have not seen in ages. I had thought them extinct. I got off work and had KK pick me up from Sri Petaling where we picked up Egg and Fan before heading off to The Curve to meet the rest of the rare species. Specimen I: L3 She was such a sight for sore eyes. I have not met her since I graduated in 2003. We were never that close, but she was part of the gang. Had been hiding out in Banting ever since. My expeditions never go that far. Nothing much had changed. Still the lion-maned woman I knew from years back. Specimen II: Fan The last sighting was 2 years ago at a mamak hang out in Seri Sentosa. I knew her usual watering holes, but both of us just didn't bother. She always played the busy card. Well, I guess it's true by the looks of things-- panda eyes. Alway

through Swiped from _Neverletmego_ . I have been tagged again. QueerR this time. I will not bother with the rules as I always believed in buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih . So, here are some quick facts about myself: F1 KH and I are in love, but I must admit that we still have a lot to learn about each other. And I definitely have a lot more to learn about love. F2 I talk too much for my own good. I hate lulls in conversations. I have lost count of the times my mouth has gotten me into trouble. I endeavour to follow Thumper's mum's advice: "When you got nothing good to say, don't say anything at all". F3 I'm a giant mess. My mind is most cluttered thing in the world. My desktop looks like a typhoon hit it. My room is in disarray. Organize me. F4 I am on the brink of being labeled a procrastinator. Perhaps, this has something to do with F3. I'm not making the best of my time. I don't get things done as they should. I always have to force mys

... Swiped from Tiquetonne2067 . Today is the 10th anniversary of my father's passing. I miss him so, but I loathe to admit that the years has stolen some of my memories of him. His voice doesn't ring as clearly in my mind as before. His face is partly shrouded. Is his shade slipping away? So many years.... Does he approve of who I have become today?

Photo-0095 Swiped from williamnyk . Wanted to try out this duck place at Sri Petaling with my di the duck enthusiast, but never got around to it. Before eyebrows are raised, the duck mentioned here is not the the Metro Tokyo Club Raphael sort, but rather the more boring roast duck rice. Walked into Chan Kong Kei (Macau) Roast Duck on a rainy Sunday afternoon and ordered some of their signature dishes, namely the Traditional Roast Duck over Noodles, Black Pepper Duck over Rice, Dumplings and Wanton in Soup. To wash it all down, I ordered a glass of boiled Haw ( Haw Flakes that Haw ). I must say that the traditional roast duck is quite good. Very fragrant and the meat is moist. Can't really say the same for the black pepper variant, but still a refreshing change from the norm. The black pepper duck is drier and crispier with loads of black pepper corns. On the first bite, you may find that the duck tastes bland, but trust me, the black pepper effect runs on a time-release

Examinations Swiped from Giulio Riotta . KH, my significant other gave me this parable the other day: "You've done well in your STPM, and so you secured a place in university. It's now your first year and you're slacking off. Not working hard for your final exams. You may still have time to catch up, but to succeed, you must start to work hard..." No need to scratch your heads. I'm not going back to school. It has to do with a personal battle of my own. The exam is my Mother . The syallabus is the Truth . I find it real ironic that my situation is likened to that of a boyfriend being pressured into introducing the girlfriend to the parents. He loves her, but parents object to their union. Typical Sunday afternoon Hindi movie fare. But there is a difference. KH has met my mother. And the truth not only spells acceptance for KH, but for myself as well. I am still walking the path of daggers. I had somewhat forgotten. Thanks for reminding me, dear.

Ocean Streams Swiped from copeg . A little prayer for Mel and her family in this time of uncertainty. Hope her mum gets well soon and things settle down. SK's finally coming home from her long stay in Germany. Wishing her a safe journey.

collage7 Swiped from williamnyk . I've been working on a Saturday again. And boy, it ain't pretty. The heatwave's here again ( together with the durians ) and as usual, the office is without air-conditioning. After enduring a stifling, gummy 6 hours in the office, I'm now down with a low grade headache. Ugh. Out of the blue, DanielH called me for a meet up and I agreed. Lucky for me to catch him as it was his first off day in a month. He picked me up from Taman Bahagia LRT and we proceeded to The Teapot Place at SS2 after a fruitless discussion on a venue. I'm a Libran, so sue me. :P. A quaint place. No points for guessing that they serve specialty teas there. The interior is very English and woody, with most of the wall space taken up by shelves and shelves of teapots. Shaped like houses, dinner tables, sewing machines, castles, clocks, modern teapots, antique teapots, oriental teapots, mini teapots, you name it, they have it. They even have a teapot mosa

Hungarians can't get it up so they take ice cream Swiped from Hanan Cohen . Out of the blue, I received this sms from +60162066131: SO YOUNG is so good. Makan kesihatan untuk lelaki. Isteri pasti gembira. Tiada side effect. Ajen dikehendaki. soyoung2u.com call 03-4294 6436 cik Rozi / Angel What the f*ck?! Anyway, feel free to call the numbers. Might help in the bedroom and you might earn some extra income. If your partner experiences multiple orgasms from using it, don't forget to drop a testimonial or a thank you card. If you go blind or get a permanent woody that won't go down, you have yourself to blame. Caveat Emptor . I should stop writing my phone number at the back of toilet doors.

3 Swiped from mr.nz . Have you ever had a fixation on something or someone that you saw in passing? The lack of information would make your mind work overtime to conjure up a perfect picture and you would be desperately pining for it. Wondering about the possibilities. No rest until you pursue it. Case I: Walking pass a clothing store, you see a shirt in the display window that catches your eye. From afar, it looks nice, cool. But due to some time constraints, you would have to walk away without scrutinizing it. Back home, that particular item of clothing would play in your mind, like an itch deep in your nether regions that wouldn't go away. You would obssess about it, telling yourself that you should have bought it and it would've looked nice in it. So, when you finally break and surrender to temptation, you would rush back to the store with a serious intent of buying the shirt, hoping that it's still available. Upon examining the garment and perhaps tryng it on

Had a scare today. One of my more useful colleague tendered in his resignation today. Though he was scheduled to leave for another project anyway, his departure from the company would be a loss to the companys technical expertise pool. The news caused a panic. My technical manager initiated damage control and got me in to gauge the impact. Not to say the person is so indispensible, but the timing is really off. Fires are burning everywhere, things are at its most critical. It would be a pain to train up a replacement on such short notice. A few discussions later, the fellow decides to stay. He cited money problems as the main reason to leave. Does this mean he was given a counteroffer? I was told no. It is ironic in my company that people who want to travel, means more money are not given the chance, but those who do, hate it. And people leave because of it. It is just plain stupid. Will HR ever learn? Will they listen? Such a mismatch. Such mismanagement. Sigh.

OSB Swiped from williamnyk . When I first met DanielH , I had noticed the cool tattoo at the back of his neck. He told me that it was the Crux Sancti Patris Benedicti , or in other words, The Cross St. Benedict . He said it was suppose to protect him from evil. After doing some reasearch on the internet, I found it to be the image at the back of the Jubilee Medal ex Montecasino which was forged 1400 years after the birth of St. Benedict. The medallion is used to ward off evil as the abbreviations are phrases normally used in exorcism rites. Vade retro Satana! Nunquam suade mihi vana! Sunt mala quae libas. Ipse venena bibas! Begone Satan! Never tempt me with your vanities! What you offer me is evil. Drink the poison yourself! From my research, I also came across the CafePress.com website and found them selling button badges with image of the bronze medallion. On a whim, I bought two of 'em and after 14 days or so, my package arrived from the US. It took faster than my lett

Your Ships come In ! Swiped from blumontheweb . A late bloomer. Something that I have tagged myself with, especially in realm of relationships and love. I wouldn't blame it on my parents, but sometimes I do wonder whether their displeasure of teenage "love" had anything to do with it. "You can start dating after you finish your studies." Does this sound familiar? Most parents use the exact same line. Most children don't give a shit. Unfortunately, I was born with the obedience gene, where one is biologically unable to resist parental commands. Or perhaps I was just a loser. Heh. Anyway, I now know and admit that my late venture into love is deeply rooted in my psyche and I guess it has now only started to unravel. But that's for another time to kupas . As usual, my introduction has now passed the threshold from "sligtly long-winded" to "draggy", so I'll just get to the point. I hooked up with my Significant Other, KH at t