will i am's delayed diary

Dewan Bandaraya never ceases to amuse. Overkill seems to be a buzzword for them. Nearly every night on my walk along Jln Sultan Ismail, I get to see their workers using a leafblower on less than fifteen dried leaves at a time. Something that can be accomplished with a lidi broom is poorly-handled with something that guzzles kerosene, is noisy and spews exhaust. And the leaves are just blown away to another stretch of the sidewalk, together with our tax dollars. Go figure. -- Regards, William

I recently changed my brand of toothpaste from Colgate Total to Oral B Tooth and Gum Care. I regret it. The lack of mint in the formulation leaves a horrible aftertaste in my mouth- as though it had been bloodied. Anyone care to swap? -- Regards, William

Shoot: Money No Enough 2 Swiped from quachee . "Money No Enough II" was definitely not high in my list of "must-watch" movies, heck, it's not even in the list. But that didn't stop me from watching it anyway. Watched it with my mum at GSC IOI Mall as some kind of family activity. Mandarin and Hokkien definitely suit her as the last time I brought her to a Hollywood action movie, she kinda dozed off in the middle. GSC IOI is really like a blast from the past. The disorganized feel and the aged feel of the interior reminded me of the cinemas from my childhood-- Rex and Golden. I did not watch the first movie, but from what I gather, it's not critical. Same characters, different story. Jack Neo raises many issues that are quite close to home-- toll collection, disillusionment with the government, MLM, business failures, reality TV shows, traffic demerits, ungrateful kids, caring for the elderly and infirm, family ties, brotherly love, living in deb

Cute boy walks into Monorail car sporting JPop hair and a preppy knit sweater open down to mid abdomen sans an inner shirt. A backpack is slung over his left shoulder. Unbeknownst to him, that exposed his left chest and left his nipple perky under the air conditioning. Disbelief was painted on the womans face beside him. I merely smiled. Priceless. Ok, I admit it, I took a second look. Haha.

collageEtch Swiped from williamnyk . Note: It has been more than a month since my birthday.... better late than never! The 9th of October was a weekday, so my birthday celebration was very low key. On my way to work, SK passed me several gifts. Firstly was a Jean Perrie stretch T from my beloved KH. Full of crosses and pink triangles. Make your own interpretation. Haha. Also a card with yukma stuff that's for my eyes only. Next was a couple of paper Japanese paper etching books from SK and Pikey. HP completed the set by buying me a cutting mat. The President of my Di Association posted me a cute bear and card that made me smile. Lunch was with colleagues at Xenri D' Garden Terrace, Menara Hap Seng. It was a real late lunch due to a horrible meeting with my boss. My colleagues from my previous site waited for me for 1.5 hours! By the time I arrived, they had finished eating. But it was just in time for my boss to pick up the tab. Hehe. I had their sashimi lunch set. D

Pulp Fiction Swiped from magnusmagnus . After so many years after its release, I have finally watched Quentin Tarantino's movie, Pulp Fiction . Never really knew what the movie was about. Whatever preconception I had was from the classic scene where John Travolta and Uma Thurman were dancing to the tune of Misirlou ( gotta use that for my ringtone one of these days ). I give it 2 thumbs up. It was 2.5 hours long, but it was very engaging and the pace was good. Although I watched it over the span of 3 days ( one of my bad habits when it comes to non-pornographic movies, :P ), it was good. Maybe because the whole movie was separated into nice inter-related short stories that are told in a broken timeline. Kill Bill was also told the same way. Other similarities include the character of the rapist. In Kill Bill, The Bride was regularly raped by Bud in her comatose state. Marsellus Wallace, the gangster boss in Pulp Fiction was buggered by Zed while in captivity. Bud died a v

More updates as events warrant.

The merciful Lord has granted me a lull in my project, thus I will be holidaying in The City of Cats with KH starting from this Saturday till next Wednesday. My first trip to East Malaysia really. I am told it is quite a sleepy town, but I am excited anyway to see The Land Beneath the Wind with my dear KH. See ya all later. Hehe. Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one, come all. The Jellicle Moon is shining bright, Jellicle Cats come to the Jellicle Ball.

I am wasting my youth sitting in a meeting for hours and hours without much conclusion. zzz.

Personally, I find smoking a disgusting habit. Everytime my colleague comes back from his fag break, he smells burnt to a crisp. Luckily KH does not smoke. I cannot imagine kissing a chimney. Currently at the place I work, a lot of the people there smoke in the stairwell. So basically a simple climb up a few floors can simulate a hike up Everest with the lack of oxygen. Worse yet are the people who smoke in the toilet. I do not know whether smoking helps relieve constipation, but the smell of smoke clinging to my clothes everytime I take a piss is really annoying. How I wish sprinklers would go off whenever an inconsiderate smoker lights up. Smoke less, live more.

Chmurka the Messy Glutton! Swiped from pyza* . I've been going to Raya open houses ever since I was a kid. Growing up in government quarters over in the east coast has it privileges when it comes to Raya time. Everyone knows my mum because she's one of the main baju kurung seamstresses in the area. It was the good old days when the food was really good and had a homely quality to it. In addition to the neighbourhood celebrations, I would also attend the open houses at the Menteri Besar and Tengku Mahkota's residence. However, as the years progressed, the food became less luxurious, the green pau 's shrank, the door gifts disappeared and the crowds became bigger. In short, open houses became ugly. It is one of the reasons I no longer attend Badawi's do at PWTC anymore. Crazy queues up numerous escalators, lousy food and a cattle sort of herding strategy for crowd dispersal. So after stopping for a couple of years, this year I went to Tun Mahathir's open

collageRaya2008 Swiped from williamnyk . Staleness Factor: 4/5 - I hope it's still the Syawal month... :P An eventful Raya this year. Woke up at 7:00am to take my mum jogging at Taman Bukit Jalil. During the jog, mum ran into an old friend whom she has not seen for 8 years. Found out that his wife is losing her fight against cancer. Managed to visit her at the Chinese Maternity Hospital the day after. A fated meet up. After the jog, we had breakfast at Sri Petaling. Lunch was with SK, Ryan and Apollo at Duck King , Jaya One. Turns out that the kitchen ventilator went on Raya holiday, so more than half of the items on the menu were not available. The kitchen staff were sweating like pigs behind the glass and it nearly turned into a strip show back there. Managed to try their famous Golden Roast Duck ( excellent ), cha siew ( good ), Golden Sand Pao ( interesting pao with hot, dripping filling of custard and egg yolk ), Superior Soup Lala ( above average ), Loh Pak Kou (

Can you guys believe that I currently have 43.5 days of annual leave to my name? And the even more shocking news is that I need to clear 23.5 days by year end or it will go up in smoke. For years and years we are asked to fill up our deferred leave forms stating TIGHT PROJECT SCHEDULE, and now they come up with this. Time to go on a looooong holiday and forget about all this shit.

If you frequently club, you may know of a mamak stall off Jalan P. Ramlee that serves some pretty good fried noodles. In their drunken stupor and exhaustion, revellers may not notice their unique food preparation methods. But since I work near there, I get to see some pretty disturbing things. A lot of lime is used and prior to frying the noodles, I saw the chef squeeze around five limes into the wok with his hands. There is nothing wrong with that except that the juice is squeezed onto his other hand and he makes a motion like he is washing his fingers with a kendi. Appetizing aint it. The next step would be to wash under his fingernails. haha. But the food is really great. Really.

Note: LRT Observations 2 didn't quite turn out right. :P. But the comments are welcome anyway. Haha. Using the Touch 'n Go has no benefit other than to slow down your passage through the turnstiles either due to faulty hardware or limited lanes. Forget about a single card for all lines. You saw what the One Ring did to Frodo. Just buy individual stored value cards and you will enjoy better access and a even a bonus ride at the end. And you can also avoid the pain of frequent Touch n' Go reload downtimes. Not being able to squeeze onto the Monorail during peak hours drive many to go further upstream before travelling downstream. Some people at Bukit Jalil LRT do it just to get seats. I have not tried it personlly, but I guess one either spends the time waiting and praying or spending the time taking the more convoluted route. I guess it does make sense when 5 monorail cars can head down to KL Sentral for every car that heads to Titiwangsa. Always baffles. More beautif

So sorry that there is an error in the previous post, stupid coding. The connection having problem. Will repair it asap. Sorry for the inconvenience caused.

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I lament. There is a hole in my soul, And I cry when it rains. My shoe laments. There is a hole in my sole, And my socks aint dry when it rains. Sigh. The shoes I bought from Singapore last year have disintegrated. Time to shop for a new pair while my trusty pair from since uni year 1 must come out of retirement. Looks like the Speedy Rhino trampled all over the Crocodile.

Maybank has launched their all new Maybank2u interface. A facelift and a few jabs of Botox. But it could really use some sheep placenta shots while they are at it. Looks pretty and classier too, but the screen real estate has shrunk considerably and the response time is atrocious. 3 minutes to load a confirmation screen. Goodness. Hope its just a slow recovery after the major surgery. I guess the system tweaking should be finished soon after all these initial performance hiccups for an improved banking experience. I depend on it a lot ever since Saturday banking was axed. In the meantime, I will have to get used to watching the progress icon spin and spin and spin and spin...

SK had her gall bladder removed on Monday and is now recuperating at a private hospital in Cheras. She is still not well enough to stand and still experiences pain, so she will be warded for a little while longer. However, she is already starting to take some semi solid food. A word of Thanks to all the well wishers who have definitely made her hospital stay more bearable. But she is also not without entertainment from her 3 8 wardmates. I will give her the honour of blogging about that. I pray that she will be well enough to be discharged tomorrow.