will i am's delayed diary

Kuching20082PreBako Swiped from williamnyk . On Sunday, we got up early and headed to Kenyalang Park Wet Market for a quick breakfast of Sarawak's fabled Mee Kolok . The food court was located one floor above the wafting smells of dead chickens, pigs and assorted seafood. Sure brings back memories. I'm amazed by the sheer amount of fresh produce they have. Needless to say, breakfast was superb. Though simple, the springy noodles and the char siew provided much satisfaction. The meal was completed with a cup of coffee ( I still can't seem to convince KH that every cup of coffee served in Sarawak IS Sarawak Coffee :P ). Post-breakfast entertainment was a pair of humping dogs at the parking lot. We exited after paying MYR0.20 ( !!! ) and headed for Bako. The road there was real bumpy. It was worse for us sitting at the back of POD's Kancil with super hard springs. A few times during the trip I felt that my Mee Kolok was about to do an escape. But we survived

My boss shocked us all with the following statement today, "I had nothing to do on the LRT today, so I gave it some thought and managed to raise three error logs!" To which my colleague retorted, "Wow, you could that without even physically accessing the system?!" I guess his workaholic nature has finally raised him to another higher plane of consciousness. For the betterment of the system. Heh. Chou for yap mor. -- Regards, William

Remember I told you guys that I managed to get my General Manager to defer the twenty three days of residual annual leave I had lying around? Well, turns out that I have to clear those days by March 2009 and I have to submit my leave plans for those days by the end of the year. That being the case, I have been stringing my Xmas and New Year's leave together and also my CNY and Federal Territory Day leave. But that still leaves me with a fortnight. Quite impossible to schedule and that still depends on the approval of my Project Manager and how smooth things go during the User Acceptance Test. Well, I just hope that my year end leave is approved first and worry about the rest later. I hope to be able to say to my colleagues, SEE YOU NEXT YEAR! -- Regards, William

Ever since I started swimming more than a year ago, I have noticed a general improvement in my health. Week by week, I'm swimming a little more laps and I no longer feel like my hands and legs are gonna fall off. I'm glad that I actually went through with this New Year resolution. In addition to the obvious benefits to the cardiovascular system and the muscle framework, it also works wonders for my eyes. Just yesterday, four eye candy were frolicking in the pool. A nice mix of lean twinks and semi-hunks. The semi-hunk was from the Mainland and was real tanned with a strong chest and shoulders. He was fooling around in the pool, being all playful and stupid. He kept on shaking the water from his hair and grunting in pleasure from his exertions. But the best thing was, he kept stealing glances at me and SK. After horsing around with his basketball, getting in and out of the pool, hitting his head on the pool wall and trying to look cute rubbing his forehead, he suddenly spoke to

Kuching20081 Swiped from williamnyk . Note: Long overdue! My November trip to Kuching was quite a milestone as it was my inaugral trip to East Malaysia and my second holiday with KH. It was a great experience and the company was good. Definitely "My Most Unforgettable Experience" essay material. Haha. Starting out, the trip seemed to be full of obstacles. On the morning we were supposed to leave for the LCCT, some transportation difficulties cropped up, but SK settled it for me very quickly. And then, on our way to the LCCT, SK missed the last exit and she had to fly at 140km/h to make up for lost time. Arriving at the check-in counter, we were solicited by a Sarawakian auntie to bring some stuff for her onto the flight. I was naturally cautious, but it turned out that she didn't want us as drug mules, but as IKEA mules. :). The flight was uneventful except for a debate I had with KH regarding EM waves and airline safety. Kuching International Airport is quite im

This is to celebrate the latest addition to the family-- Cheryl's 8th Dear, Leonardo. Reference .

One. My fatty boss called a colleague of mine to reprimand him for not supporting him during a resource meeting. However, I left the meeting thinking that his objective was met. If he didn't get what he wanted, then I guess that it's his fault for not making it clear with the other party. Shifting the blame. The weasely way out. Two. The funniest thing I've ever seen on the rush hour monorail- a monorail attendant forcefully extricated a annoying passenger at the entrance who was blocking a whole load of people who were trying to alight. Like popping a stubborn pimple! I laughed out loud! Three. The simple pleasures of life- Stuck in close quarters with three Korean Navy boys in a packed monorail car. I now have a new-found appreciation for men in uniform. Yummy! -- Regards, William

As of lunch time today, there's still 94 million ASM units left for investment. Go over to your nearest PNB agent now! -- Regards, William

In my company, resources often lose focus and become demoralised due to ad hoc requests. The opportunity for new business is always a priority at the expense of disrupting current deals that had been closed. But this does not mean one does not need to deliver. Things are always rushed and non-existant features are always expected to be provided at the shortest notice. Shoddy work and even if we get the job, the shoddy-ness will find it's way into the project. And so, I was called to work at 9:00am one Saturday morning to do some nonsensical things only to find that nobody had the key unlock the office! And so, I wasted 90 minutes of my time at a nearby mamak shop with my fatty boss. Had to listen to a pep talk that had been rehashed time and time again. This is what I heard over a cup of cow's milk tea:   "I treat you like my brother." "I often think about your career path." "The grass isn't greener on the other side." "I do not see

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.

Finn Peters @ the Polish Club Birmingham, October 11th. 2008 Swiped from Garry Corbett . Staleness Factor: 6/5. Before blogging about my own birthday, must get this out of the way first! Celebrated Janvier's boyfriend's ( Lam Lam ) birthday at Alexis, Great Eastern Mall some Saturdays ago. Mum was off gallivanting in Johor, travelling around Bukit Tinggi, Kulai and Muar with her posse, so I had a little more freedom. Anyway, Lam Lam is a difficult person to shop for. I don't really know what he likes. Even contemplated buying him a buku latihan matematik ! Had to resort to calling Janvier for some pointers. Finally settled on a bedsheet and an Esprit t. It was a surprise party that started an hour late due to logistics and traffic problems. But never mind, we started the reverie without the star anyway. Wine and cocktails were poured. It was fun seeing Alex getting all playful and loud, while even the most composed JL showed some interesting change after a Long Isl

The dreaded showdown between my General Manager and a Project Director did not materialize. If the Project Director turned up, it would have been a clash of titanic proportions. My GM was visibly agitated with all the accusations hurled at us. For all these years, I have never seen him raise his voice. Today, he was nearly shouting at the Project Manager and he seemed to have a wild look in his eyes. However, his thoughts were clear on the matter. If we cannot work together and keep on arguing about ownership, then I will just walk out of the project. I have better things to deal with. The truth of the matter is, the partner that we have been working with for so many long years are very uncooperative. A dinosaur that refuses to change but is adamant for others to fit their archaic ways. Musuh dalam selimut. Sigh. It is not surprising that so far two vendors have failed to work with them. Walk away. Ah, what a prospect.

Yes folks, I will be turning 28 tomorrow. The chinese love this number because it sounds like EASY RICH. However, it can also mean EASY FAT. I hope it will be the former for me, NOT the latter. Unfortunately, my birthday coincides with a dark time in my working life. Not quite in the mood to celebrate it really, but celebrate it I will. My wish list is not updated, so you can all just do me a funds transfer. Thanks. Muacks in advance.

DNA Swiped from williamnyk . Staleness Factor: 6/5 => A blast from the past! Whenever KH comes back to KL, it is usually a juggling act of priorities. He has to plan time for me and his family. Ditto for me. Sometimes, scheduling is easy. At other times, clashes may happen and we have to accept the disappointment. Fortunately, his recent trip was very fruitful as I managed to occupy 50% of his time in KL. For 3 days in a row, we got to be together and it felt good ( his mother grumbled, "Seeing HIM again ah?" ). On Saturday, after work ( I got an earful from my boss at 9:00am, but more of that in a dedicated post ), SK and I went to pick him up at his home and sat down to lunch at Capri Dessert , Seri Petaling. Had an interesting meal of Claypot Rice with Stewed Ribs and Lotus Root. Also had their Fried Seawood Roll that actually looked like mini mussels after it was sliced. Dropped SK off at her home before proceeding to Amcorp Mall. I bought "A Thousand Pie

Someone walks toward the turnstile. He stops halfway to fumble for his stored value ticket but does not find it. People in that situation normally do not realise that they are obstructing traffic. Please move to one side. Someone walks to the turnstile and inserts his ticket. It fails to turn. He backs up and steps on someone's toes. We normally forget that someone is behind us. So please look first. And please don't tailgate. This community service message is in no way sponsored by RapidKL.

For those of you of who are not familiar with the Cantonese dialect, FFK is an abbreviation of fong fei kei, that literally means to release an aeroplane. It sounds similar to another phrase that is close to my heart, ta fei kei. That means spank the aeroplane which corresponds to Englishs spank the monkey. But that is another topic for another time. Back to our original story of FFK. This phrase means to not honour an appointment. To not come when you earlier agreed to. When it is a group thing, I really do not bother too much as less people equals more intimacy, but it is in bad taste to FFK if there are reservations involved. Worse still are people who organize the thing but FFK instead. I really do not know what to say at times. Another wondrous example are also people who do not inform you that they will FFK, but rather drop the bomb on you after you go looking for them. This Syawal month, i take the opportunity to apologise to everyone that I had FFKed.

When peeing at the urinal, some people like to look away, stare at the ceiling or something. On the other hand, some like to take a better aim at actually keep their eyes trained on the "little fireman". So for those of us who like to look, all we can get is usually the bird's eye view. However, an alternative is available at Neway BTS. Along the row of urinals is a mirror right above it, running unhindered from one end to the other. You can look at yourself pee from a frontal view and more interestingly, minimal effort is required to look at the person beside you pee (or maybe even several people). Hehe.   I wonder what the real rationale for the mirror is....

About a month ago, three newbies were assigned to my team. Neither of them had any English names. I encouraged them to choose one of their own to make things easier. Since they were reluctant, I christened one of the girls Monica and that name has stuck till today. Am I an evil team leader, or what.

Is it considered cheating on KH if I had a vivid dream of doing skanky things with a cute guy in my room. I remember quite a few details and I even recall him having kohl in his eyes ala Captain Jack Sparrow. No wetness from the dream though. Heh. Give me your thoughts, people.

The last time I wore a white long sleeve shirt with black slacks, my colleague remarked Kerja kat Jusco ke? What an insult. Learning from that experience, I avoided the said combination like the plague. Continuing my story, the other day, I wore a white short sleeve linen shirt with grey pants and I immediately got this You look like a school boy. Celaka. But as always, think of the positive. Means I still can exude youthfullness. hehe. What can I do with my white shirts?

Since my father passed on in 97, I can count the times I had dreamt of him on one hand. This is the third dream. By far the clearest dream I had of him. His presence and face was quite real. In the dream, my dad brought me on a foodie trip. Jalan jalan cari makan la katakan. Our first stop was a famous fried mee hoon with a generous helping of vegetables an seafood. Next was a sinful cendol with lots of coconut milk. Somewhere in between the food reviews came a subplot ala Supernatural where an evil spirit was trying to ruin somebodys life by chipping away at his soul. Random giler. Time to buy 4D perhaps. Miss ya, dad.

The STAR LRT is back to normal today. No indication of yesterdays accident perhaps for maybe some overzealousness in jamming on the brakes. Yes, we should all slow down a bit and enjoy the journey rather than rushing about to the destination only to find disaster awaiting. I was having dinner at a hawker stall outside my office when I caught sight of a guy who seemed to have all the time in the world. It was like taichi. Every scoop of rice took 30 seconds to find its way to his mouth. He would stare at the traffic. Pause, with spoon in midair. After the rice, he slowly pored over the menu, quietly consulting the waiter on what was good. A plate of fried chicken came later and he did not acknowledge its arrival. He puffed away on his ciggie before having his first bite. Finishing that, he sippede his coke. After meticulously wiping his hands, he left. Amazing, right. And you know what. He is cute. haha.

For some unknown reason, the STAR LRT ended its service at Tasik Selatan this evening. They did not have the courtesy of informing passangers upstream that they would be unable to travel to the terminal station at Sri Petaling. The announcement only came when train abruptly stopped at Tasik Selatan. Passengers were subsequently told to cram into RapidKL buses to continue their journey. The scene at the station was hecticas cars were jamming into the station and people were running around looking for their connecting buses. Everyone was caught off guard. The PA system kept on announcing that the train would be out of service until 2330, that is the service closure time. Just announce that it would be closed for the day, who cares about whether it closes at 2330 or 2345. It is the same to the stranded commuters. We apologive for the inconvenience... my foot.

Woe is me. My tv of more than ten years is on the blink. A Sony 25 inch, a generation behind flat screen tvs. I remember going to the neighbourhood electricl shop with my late father to pick it up. I still have the free t. rex alarm clock that came with it. It roared me awake for years. People around me have been asking me to upgrade. To go LCD. To go Plasma. I shall not write it off without getting the professionals to appraise the situation. For the time being, my tv just turns on for a few seconds before shutting down in white flash. If its mood is good, it will let me watch for a couple of hours. But that is getting rarer. Pray for my tv, guys and girls. Or pray that I will hit 4D and be able to before a Plasma tv. Haha.

I have been getting complaints from KH lately regarding my foul mood. Caring and manja tones can very quickly transform into lack of response and annoyance. My MCP would quickly try to placate me and turn my frown around. What is wrong? Are you ok? Nothing. It is nothing. I hear the soothing words, but it sometimes just does not register. It just feeds my anger. I do not know why I get annoyed at the smallest of things with him at times. It is so unfair to say that it is because I love him. Perhaps I subconsciously do it to get his attention. Perhaps it is sent up stress from work. Either way, I definitely need to cool myself down and show the proper respect for the person I love. Sorry, baby. I love you.

collageMelEngage Swiped from williamnyk . Staleness Factor: 5/5 Some weekends back, Mel, my oldest friend from my Uni Perdana GPL ( Goreng Pisang and Lekor ) times got engaged to her boyfriend, BB. Was truly happy for her, because I had been through all the ups and downs with her. A veritable minefield of race ( Mel's Indian, whereas BB's Punjabi ), religion ( Mel's Roman Catholic, while BB's a Sikh ), in-laws and ex's. The happy occassion was very low-key with just BB's relatives, Mel's immediate family and a few select friends ( score! ). It was held at her new home in Kajang, so it was also kind of a house-warming too. Nobody knew how to get thee, so SK, my mum and I waited for her to guide us in. Due to unforeseen circumstances, she got delayed, so we killed time at the nearby Tesco. We were so over-dressed! By the time we got there, we were already late. Most of the guests had arrived by the time we walked in with the ritual gifts ( clothes, f

When dealing with clients, it is usual not to overcommit to lessen the scope of work and avoid possible problems that cannot be overcome in the project timeline. Experienced marketing executives normally beat around the bush to confuse clients who are not too sharp. Even the terms used are usually guarded and noncommittal, for example IN A WAY and INDIRECTLY, YES. Recently I have been hearing a lot of these phrases from my project coordinator. It is down right annoying to be used in internal discussions. If we cannot even give each other a straight answer, how are we going to deliver a coherent product? Can you finish the development on time? I think I will just answer, IN A WAY.

I have been going into overdrive my REM sleep these days. Dreams come easily and are obviously influenced by current events. Dreamt that I was an ADUN for Penang and that I was having a meeting with my boss, Lim Guan Eng. Strangely, his face was clear. The impression I got was that he was a real jerk of a superior. Haha. Jaded Jeremy hypothesised that the dream came about from the chat I had with him regarding senatorship. Claims that I subconsciously want to enter politics. A remote possibility. But I would not mind having cute interns around me if that reality materialised. Hehe.

borneo-36 Swiped from dlumenta . Staleness Factor: 5/5 Made it a point to go to QueerR's farewell many Saturdays ago. My object was 3-fold: To send off one of the pioneer members of my alternate friends group To raid his 32GB of PSP games ( forgot to raid his 70GB of porn ) To catch up with the gang at one go ( specifically Takashi and Jase ) Quite an interesting affair. It was a potluck, but SK and I were at risk of turning up with 4 sikat of bananas. Tried our luck at Great Eastern Mall. Left the place with 2 roasted chickens and a delicious bread maki from Riche Montana to alas perut . Being already 30 minutes late, we still made it as the 2nd batch of guests to arrive. As the guests arrived, the dining table was filled with skewered chicken, roti jala and the accompanying chicken curry, fried rice vermicelli, shepherd's pie, tomato beef stew, potato-tuna-egg-mayo salad ( a mouthful, this ), nachos with taco sauce and a bucket of KFC. Entertainment was provided b

Unlike SK, my dreams rarely turn out like Hollywood Blockbuster action movies. The special effects are limited as the overall feel of the dream comes from feelings and impression. I usually only remember little snippets, but this time there is a little more plot. I dreamt that a taxi driver fell in love with me. Not an uncle, mind you, but a young chap. From the impression I got, I had been on his taxi a few times and we knew a bit about each other. In my dream, he suddenly confessed his feelings for me with a pair of cobalt earrings. I remember him vaguely telling me that there is a significance to it, but I cannot put my finger on it now. He kissed me in drin of my porch. I was so freaked out as my mum was watering the plants. But it turns out that she did not see anything. Suddenly, the scene changed and I was backstage at a school performance. Four teams duking it out on stage. Weird? I cannot explain it.

An old friend of mine will be arriving in the country tomorrow. We go way back. I have known him since I was 13. We had many good times together and also moments of conflict. But that is just usual in any healthy relationship. We have many things in common and it made us brothers. However, his decision to leave the country for greener pastures did make us drift apart, and I notice that we are different people now. With him coming home tomorrow, it will be like getting to him all over again. And I pray that the journey would not be too difficult. Welcome back, Ryan.

My fight with adult onset acne is not yet over. The secret weapon my dermatologist prescribed seems to be losing its efficacy, or perhaps my skin has gotten used to it. As a result, I have gotten a litte spotty around the cheeks and it doesn't help that I have itchy hands. I am restraining myself now. But I think I would need to resort to what my sister uses for Cyan, MITTENS. Ample rest seems elusive too with my hectic work schedule and my rebelliousness towards sleeping early. As KH says, I em teng wah. hehe. I guess it is time to be obedient.

death to playthings Swiped from mad ! . The story so far... ALEXANDER It wasn't a dark and stormy night - that's really a clichéd beginning for a story. For Julien, it was bright enough to see the faint outline of Philip's naked body. Philip was sleeping soundly on the silk satin bedsheet, but Julien just couldn't even get his eyes close on that full moon night. He was looking out the dusty windows, lightly holding the almost empty wine glass. Then, he caught a glimpse of a shadow... who was this stranger in the night? JANVIER Julien silently shut the window and kept in the shadows, to avoid being silhouetted in the moonlight. "Must get the job done quickly now," he thought while appreciating Philip's physique, "before he gets back." He downed the remains of the wine, then took out his garrotte. Why do I always get the good-looking ones? he pondered as he got into bed, cradled Philip's head and slid the garrotte around Philip's neck.

FUWA--Beijing Olympic Mascot Swiped from freelife . Note: This post was written before the closing ceremony (so arty-farty, so Cirque du Soleil). And the Olympics are now over. I'm that far behind. Nearly everyone has blogged about the Olympics. From the opening ceremony to the cute athletes to the queer atheletes to our expected failed bid for an olympic badminton gold to man-stuck-in-bench to failed China track and field hero. It's all so very interesting, but with work and lack of RTM1 or Pay-TV, my exposure to the games has been minimal. Heck, I didn't even watch the opening ceremony. Was with my colleagues eating dinner at Kim Gary Beyond at table 88. SUch a coincidence to be sitting there on 08/08/08. Too bad we didn't time our departure at 08:08:08pm. Anyway, I miss oogling at the gymnasts and divers. Sigh, even Athens 2004 was a blur for me. It's sad to let such a big event just pass by. Perhaps YouTube will be my saviour... Have you collected all

KH dah balik, KH dah balik. Yea, yea, KH dah balik. Yes folks. The boyfriend is back again and I am really stumped as to what to do and where to go. I feel pressured to do something special, but to us maybe even the most mundane can be considered special due to our distance. Anyway, will be looking forward to spending time with him. Any time IS quality time.

I am sure that everyone thinks that their boss is the worst boss this side of Jinjang. Nearly as sure as there are lucky bastards out there who have nice bosses who appreciate and respect them. For me, everytime my boss opens his mouth, I get annoyed. To show that he is contributing, he would expect the whole world sitting there beside him wasting time on his indecisiveness and lack of grip on reality. And the way he talks, goodness, so condascending. He goes on and on, using his favourite words and phrases. INDIRECTLY. Then what happens directly? THUMB OF RULE. sic. What a dumbass. CORRECT ME IF I AM WRONG. As if he will admit making a mistake. TO A CERTAIN EXTENT. What extent is that? We will never know. Bersyukurlah if you have a good boss. To the unlucky ones, sabar itu separuh dari iman.

CollageDragonInn Swiped from williamnyk . Being the dear she is, SK has been downloading classic wuxia movies for me recently. Among my favourites that she managed to find were "Dragon Inn" and "The Swordsman" . In my opinion, both movies are extremely good in terms of plot, fight choreography, pace and acting talent. Coincidently, both are set in the period when the East Chamber eunuchs were in power. In "Dragon Inn", many big names were namely, namely Maggie Cheung, Brigitte Lin, Leong Ka Fai and Donnie Yen as the villanous eunuch leader. Maggie was superb as Golden Jade, the cunning owner of the inn which is the movie's namesake. My favourite scene involving her was when she tried to diffuse a tense moment in the inn by sprinkling tea on both antagonists. Brigitte Lin and Tony Leung play a couple who are trying to rescue a close friend's orphaned children. Everything culminates at Dragon Inn, in the desert, in the middle of no where.

Breaking news on the National Day Speech. Our dear Prime Minister tells us that ONCE AGAIN, we come together to celebrate our countrys 51st National Day. I wonder when THAT happened. Lol.

21 ISPs were ordered to block access to RPKs Malaysia Today. The government has cited libel. RPK calls it internet censorship that violates one of the MSC charters. He has said that he will personally see to the death of the MSC. Interesting days ahead.

It has been raining An Wah and Ali Xia these past few days. The rain just goes on and on, never really stopping. The continuous drizzle nearly put a damper on my weekly swim. Logistics were already bad enough without having to worry about the weather. Was quite determined to swim, so KT and I waited, stalked the weather. When the rain subsided a bit we just took the chance and jumped into the water. The only two idiots there. As expected, the water was freezing. We quickly did our laps and exited the pool in record time. Goes to show that in warmer times, we spend half the time yakking and fooling around. hehe. Our muscles were less responsive in the low temperature, so it seemed like more effort was required. I felt thoroughly exercised after the session and it was a good feeling. That night, I dreamt that I was doing an RPG dungeon crawl. Running here and there. Letih giler. Cannot wait to do it again. Haha.

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If you guys have not noticed, posts that do not have my usual accompanying flickr picture are actually originated from my handphone via email. Nothing fancy, just GPRS. And for some unknown reason, emails from my phone are sometimes rejected by gmail if they contain certain punctuations like the apostrophe or the dash. Therefore, just in case, I omit the little buggers from my writings. So it is neither bad English nor stylized ranting. Just a workaround. In conclusion, seeing that this post was not posted from flickr, I am still stuck incommunicado in the blogosphere. Everything must be one way. No feedback. Can WIMAx save me, or it is just a whole load of disappointing hype? Pioneer rollout does not sound too convincing. Teething problems are to be expected and I am always sceptical of coverage footprints. Will it solve the network penetration problems. we shall see.

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To state the obvious is something that I am not very good at. I always downplay the things I do because I personally feel that it is an expected part of the job. A core competency. However, at my new client site, my eyes have been further opened. I can see fakeness and the exaggeration of minimal effort proliferate. Hi all. I have created TWO subfolders in the public folder for easier segregation of documents. The woman was announcing it like she separated two conjoined twins. Hi all. I sent out the email with the attachments for your easy reference. OH THANKS, it would have been SO difficult for us otherwise. You know how to attach files? Wait till you learn about forwarding. I do not know whether the appreciative person was being sarcastic, or just plain helpless. I must start applying these skills to my resume. To make the mundane seem magical. Everyone can be a miracle worker with the right wording. Cheers.

The Mummy Tomb of the Dragon Emperor Movie Photos (23) Swiped from divxplanet . In case you didn't know, I watch an average of 2 movies in the cinema every year. So when I actually buy a ticket, I would really hope that it's good. Just the other day, I watched my 2nd movie of the year and I must say that it was quite banal. A far cry from the enjoyment I experienced with "Iron Man". Perhaps it was my own fault for choosing to watch "The Mummy III: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor" . Anything with III in it can't be good ( porn not withstanding ). Just look at "Alien III". "Pirates of the Caribbean III". "The Matrix III". Watched it at Midvalley Megamall and traffic was monstrous as usual. Parked at the first illegal parking we could find. SK and I took the service lift up to the 3rd floor, but she had left her phone in the car, so I volunteered to get it for her. By the time I got up and manoeuvered out of the labyrinth o

Thanks to all the well wishes and my trusty bactidol and propolis, my sore throat has subsided. However, my sore throat germs decided to invite the cough and flu germs to stay on their way out. Tried Zyrtec D, and I must say it was not very good at evicting the freeloaders. The battle goes on. On a more cheerful note, I got confirmation that my good pal Mel is having her engagement cum housewarning do this coming Saturday and I am the guest of honour, perasan, and the designated photographer. Congratulations! Things at work are going quite slow. I hate starting a project. All the unknowns and the new resources and requirements. The project has two failed vendors behind it, so I am hoping that three times a charm. Wish me luck, people.

Madre, sfilata antichi mestieri e modi di vita, festival delle sagre, Asti 9 settembre 2007 Swiped from Zaffiro&Acciaio . Nipples are really wonderful erogenous zones and although I like them being showered with attention as much the next guy, I feel really uncomfortable when it's my nephew that's involved. The little tyke has been voracious lately and can finish 3.5 units of milk at one go. When he's not sleeping or bawling, he'd be hankering for food. He'd be smacking his lips, looking for something to suck on. And the funny thing is that everytime I visit him, it'd be near his feeding time. As a result, he is agitated when I carry him and he constantly pushes his head towards my chest like a carnivorous grub looking for exposed flesh. Gasp! Down boy! I have no milk for ya! In order to placate him, I'd have to feed him my finger or his own hand. Sucks with wild abandon, that kid. As expected, that only satisfies him for a while before he goes

Why are there more and more middle management morons poking their noses into my project? What do they contribute other than asking stupid questions about status, progress and comfort levels, opening cans of worms in the presence of users without knowing heads or tails about the issue and of course ordering stationery. Oh, lets not forget about the Milo. When the shit hits the fan, they disappear and expect you to follow up. That is when they start their remote control. Heh. Deliver me from middle management mayhem.

I am bloody down with a sore throat today though I had resisted the temptation of my sister s homemade durian cakes and religiously drank water. Must be the fries, nuggets and apple pie from McD yesterday. lol. Other than that, my legs are also kind of sore from Sunday s swim with KT after a really long hiatus. And regarding my soreness with the whole Bar Council issue, I finally saw a voice of reason in The Star. An far sighted view by Karim Raslan in his column Ceritalah. An excerpt... Sweeping such issues under the carpet and intimidating people from discussing them just puts off the day of reckoning. A few days back, I was indeed a little sore with KH too, but that turned out quite good coz he immediately kissed the boo2 and made it a whole lot better. Hehe. Enough of being sore, time to get better.

Do not talk about it unless you are sincere. Since it will always be said that the other party has an ulterior motive, I guess the topic will never see the light of day. I guess the supposed truth does not handle well to discussion. Or perhaps we the believers are the real non believers.

I am glad that whatever storm that was brewing has blown over. It all boils down to communication. Letting one s intentions known. Letting one s understanding known. The management of expectations. We always make our own assumptions, and that usually causes us to give kneejerk reactions. I am trying to tell myself to practise restraint. To hold my tongue. To reread correspondences before sending them out. I am bound to lapse in these practises once in a while, but at least some bad situations can be preempted and in my opinion is better than nothing. Speak up. Ask if you are unsure. Peace.

collage.net.au Swiped from williamnyk . Recently visited 2 back to back art exhibitions at The Annexe Gallery, Central Market. The first was Tim Craker and Louise Saxton's dot-net-dot-au . "...Saxton and Craker are concerned with identifying the threads of commonality that link their Malaysian experiences with their Australian lives - from the mutually-sustaining human traditions of ritual, food and decorative arts to the global stresses on a fragile, shared environment." Saxton predominantly used the bridal veil and embroidory as her medium. I especially liked "Re-collection: arachnida bellis perennis - daisy spider" and a recreation of a 7th-century Cambodian Buddha head with lace. The former was a marriage of entomology with the arts, as Saxton made detailed sillhouttes of Malaysian arachnids with her large collection of hand-embroidered table linen and lace. The former was a fantastic recreation of a Buddha head. She suspended it in mid-air giving a

My honeymoon is over. Work will start to pile up. Not to say that my plate is empty now, but the pace is to my liking. Sigh. Starting tomorrow, i will go to a new project site. Internet access is restricted, so you might hear less from me. Officially, I am still part of my old site, so in reality, I have to handle shit at 3 places. And the fun thing is that the new project needs to go live in December by hook or by crook. Fun days ahead. I will let the screwed up management fight over my official status and pray that things do not blow up everywhere simultaneously. Keeping my fingers crossed. Will be nearer to KLCC now, so for those of you who are nearby, do give me a buzz. Wish me luck. I hope I survive.

collageGentingColl Swiped from williamnyk . There are only two things to do at Genting: Gamble Theme Park On my trip there with my colleagues, I did neither. The journey there was not smooth. Met up with the gang at 9:00am, but some stragglers only arrived at KL Sentral at 9:30am. Any by the time they had settled breakfast, it was already 10:00am. Turns out no bus was leaving until 3:00pm and the Genting Skyway was closed for maintenance for 10 days. The only quick solution was a taxi. MYR80 per car and our driver just left us at the Awana Skyway. It was my first time using it. Much bigger, but much older. Only one gondola per trip. Another MYR5 and 1 hour later we arrived at Genting Highlands. The first order of business was lunch. Ended up at Hainan Kitchen . Horrible chicken rice. The meat was tasteless and I suspect it was frozen for far too long. Expensive, yet unpalatable. Even white rice costs MYR3.90. Bad service to boot. Better spend your money at KFC. Having filled o

Dark Summer Swiped from ~Idan . Was at Metrojaya, Midvalley before the sale season crowd made it a big parking headache-- Me: Ooooooooooooh. The promoter at the Burberry fragrance counter is cute! SK: Where? Where? Ah, you're right. Me: The nametag reads "Vincent". Hehe. Not bad wor. Cuter than KH. SK: Cuter than KH?! Of course la. How can you even use him as a benchmark?! Me: Like that also cannot ah? ~^____________^~ But KH does have VERY smooth skin. Tak caya? Can ask SK also. :P

Birthday Girl Swiped from The 10 cent designer . On the Saturday before KH left for Singapore, I brought him to see my stylist KK for a haircut. His hair really unruly. The curls at the front are really hard to tame even with my formidable arsenal of hair products. And so under the skillful ministrations of KK, he emerged from the shop cuter than before. It goes to show that getting a haircut for your significant other is a good investment. This time round, he managed to recreate the style by himself judging from the several MMS he sent me from Singapore. And this reminds of JJ's reluctance to style his hair after a SGD120 makeover from his best friend. Get back to work! Had a late lunch at BKT Station at Citrus Park. The BKT soup was very herbal-y. I wouldn't recommend the Pepper Stomach Soup and the Shanghai Spare Rib Noodles ended up looking like Chicken Chop Noodles, but the gravy was good though. Dessert was coffee and cake at Secret Recipe . Oh how the standard