will i am's delayed diary

Port-Tarts , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. With so many days in HK for us, we decided to shave one day off and go to Macau for a day trip. So early Thursday morning ( as early as it can get trying to drag everyone out of bed, especially the kid ) we took the MTR to Central to catch the TurboJet to the land of casinos. At Central, we walked and walked and walked trying to look for the HK-Macau Ferry Terminal. By the time we had found it, we had noticed that we had walked right up to Sheung Wan. :S. Kinda wasted an hour there. Luckily my brother bought me a coffee from Pret A Manger to perk me up. At the terminal, we ended up buying tickets from a reseller called Beng Seng. They were very aggressive and assured us that their prices were cheaper than TurboJet. Having no energy to verify that fact, we bought from them anyway. At least they were genuine tickets as we were able to board the 11:00am vessel. The TurboJet's ship was super huge. Built kinda like an airplane with stew

Fountain in the City , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. We started the day by taking the MTR from Wan Chai to Sheung Wan. Had my first taste of the MTR and doing it during morning rush hour can be quite stressful. The trains were fast and frequent and commuters behaved like a stampede. Our destination was Lin Heung , an old place for the yum cha experience. Took us some time to navigate the streets. My brother was our organic GPS. And knowing how accurate GPSs are, we took the scenic route to the restaurant. Food was on the second floor. Upon arrival, a very bengis old waiter barked at us: "Find your own seats!" Every table was taken. We had to circle the tables looking for an opening. Felt like vultures waiting for an antelope to keel over. In the end, we tumpang at a table with an old man and two women. The 'legacy' waiters quickly dumped bowls and cups on our table and asked what tea we wanted. Sensing trouble if we hesitated, I blurted out "Ti

Divergence , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. My sister bought tickets to Hong Kong approximately one year ago. I wasn't too keen really, but what the heck, I've never been there. And it isn't mainland China, so I guess I shouldn't be phobic about it. A family trip with mum, bro, sis, BIL and little Cyan. On Tuesday, I woke up at 3:30am to prepare for the trip ahead. BIL's little brother sent us in an Avanza. Had to fit four at the back with all the luggage and all, so we had to do some 'hovering' for forty five minutes or so. An ass-numbing experience. Definitely not as enjoyable as having your ass plowed for the same amount of time. LCCT was actually quite busy even at that ungodly hour and I saw several cute twinks here and there. Perked me up better than a cup of kopi o . Our boarding gate was Y1, the infamous gate that is hidden at the domestic departure. Doesn't even have a toilet! So I went to the loo and was greeted by a PLU who was taking his

Pork & Noodles , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. On sunday, mum went to New Era College for a charity sale, so I followed SK to English mass at 8:45am instead. A surprise guest presided over the eucharistic celebration-- Bishop Cornelius Sim. His name was so familiar. Then it hit me... I saw his name while I was researching for Catholic churches in Bandar Seri Begawan. According to Wiki, he is the current Vicar Apostolic of the Catholic Apostolic Vicaiate of Brunei. Should be correct cause he wore a skullcap and had a ring on his finger. The new assistant parish priest had the task of caring for this VIP. Mass with Bishop Cornelius wasn't a bed of roses as he had the habit of mumbling! Kinda like Jay Chou in thirty years time. The junior priest kept on pushing the mic closer and closer to his mouth, it was quite hilarious. However, his sermon was quite interesting. Related the story of the Magi with our lives-- they paid homage to Baby Jesus all the way from the east then

for rent , swiped from hownowdesign on Flickr. Seems like looking for a tenant is not easy at all. With the help of SK and my renovator, three agents were roped in. So far, two have proven to be unprofessional. Agent M found me three female tenants. They had requested for at least two water heaters to be installed but on the other hand were prepared to pay more for it. Agent M said: "Aiyah, if you don't put heater hor, also can't stop the tenant for putting it themselves lo." I was flabbergasted. Is the tenancy agreement just a piece of paper? What kind of tenants is she recommending to me le? Agent Y on the other hand found me a newly-wed Malay couple: "I need to bring them see the house la wor. You gave the renovator the key ah? See how la, I find a way to go into the apartment." Another nut case! Was he trying to break into my apartment?! Goodness. Between the Chinese girls and the Malay couple, I favour the Chinese. I just feel that the former have more

Crystal Ball / Hands / Person , swiped from ►CubaGallery on Flickr. Master Six-Balls bought a Big Golden Ball for an obscene lump of money. Lets just say that for the amount he paid, he could play with one hundred set of flesh balls every day till the day he died and still have plenty left over for his Little Balls ( his progeny ). Ever since the Big Golden Ball enter the household of Master Six-Balls, every other ball in his house became inferior in comparison and had to pander to its every whim. Whereever Big Golden Ball went ( and it went where ever it pleased ), all the other balls had to pretend to be small and let Big Golden Ball to be center of attention. All the other balls were awed by this newcomer and wondered what magic it could do. So mysterious, so high and mighty. Then one day, Master Six-Balls brought Big Golden Ball out to meet his friend, Master Blood-Octopus. Master Six-Balls couldn't help but preen and praise his latest toy. Piqued, Master Blood-Octopus asked f

I just noticed that I forgot to notify my readers that I am currently away on holiday in Hong Kong. But fret not, I'm coming home tonight. Hopefully I will find the energy to organize my thoughts and post some filler posts before distilling my trip into blog posts. See you guys soon! Muacks! Sent from my iNyk

Bamboo , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. 2012 didn't quite feel any different from 2011. Woke up and had breakfast with mum and SK. Skinny food of bihun in soup with fish paste. Just after breakfast, I followed SK to Damansara Uptown to help her with some of her part-time work. Since I was in PJ, I texted HornyBF to meet up. Just had a quick drink at Starbucks. HornyBF just had a cinnamon roll and a frappucino. Such a petite appetite. One would expect more from a foodie. Hahaha. On the other hand, I ordered a latte and was given a free drink voucher required me to complete an online survey. No wonder the barista made small talk with me, it was one of the survey questions. Just made small talk and discussed about some food options around Klang Valley. While we were busy yakking, SK was busy learning how to pick her office lock from the nearby locksmith! I have yet to ask her to teach me. Back home, I just did a whole lot of nothing. Trying to break the lull, I went running at Ta

Fruits and Fish , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. On New Year's Eve, I did not go out to the market. I woke up at about 9:00am and went to have breakfast with mum at one of the nearby kopitiam . A simple breakfast of noodles and coffee. Chatted a bit in the cool morning air. Saw a little girl helping out her mum at the prawn noodles stall. Amazed by the deftness of her little hands in butterflying the blanched prawns. Her eyes did not even need to be on the blade. Every time the knife came close to her hand, I flinched. My awe turned to disgust a minute later when I saw her scratching her itchy scalp with her hands and then later groping through the contents of the bowl looking for unprocessed prawns. Oh la la. At about noon, mum went out to her society meeting while I stayed at home doing some work for my boss. Late Friday evening, I was tasked with coming up with a spurious document that contains phoney screens that proves that our system can provide phoney functionality. Love

Lotus Root , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. On the last Friday of 2011, SK and I arranged lunch with HornyBF and Briyani Blue Sky. Both of them had appointments in the morning so their showing up was tentative. Being ever practical, SK and I did not wait for confirmations and just proceeded with our lunch plans at Restoran Kongsai , Taman Paramount. Just between the two of us, we ordered half a kampung chicken , lotus root soup, pepper stomach soup ( I just ate two pieces! ) and bitter gourd stir-fried with roasted pork. We finished everything on the table, knowing that HornyBF had cancelled and Briyani would arrive only after 1:00pm. Was quite suprised that he managed to speed all the way from Bangi, was as though I owed him money. :P. But don't get me wrong, was very happy that he made the effort to come join us. When he arrived, he really looked over-worked with a 2-day stubble growth on his face and he seemed more gaunt than the last I saw him. He ordered chicken rice and a

Black Cod , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Months back, Apollo and Ken scheduled a Boxing Day lunch at Westin Kuala Lumpur. Reason being that he has a Starwood privilege voucher that can only be used by a party of six pax or more. Achieving the quorom was quite a feat. The fifth guest had changed twice I think. By the time we ended up in Prego , it was TZ and Bong! Quite a surprise as they were my dinner mates the night before. Traffic was fantastic and SK and I easily found parking inside JW Marriott. Apollo and Ken were the first to arrive and all dressed to the nines ( satin shirts and vests and all ). We ordered our own mains and shared a Tacchino Affumicato ( Jinjang translation: turkey pizza ) and Beef Carpaccio. SK ordered the black cod for me and it was really tasty ( but a bit salty due to the capers ). The meat was sweet and wasn't too flaky. Lifebook took the beef lasagna and SK ordered the risotto. Didn't like the risotto as it was way too creamy for my liking (

Served , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. According to the duty roster, it was my turn with hospitality ministry, so I was at church again on Christmas morning. But in actual fact, I had been helping out for the whole month due to higher absenteeism during the school holidays. Since mum had a hairdressing appointment at 2:00pm at IOI Mall, we had lunch there after church. Been ages since I ate at Esquire Kitchen . Business at that branch was quite brisk. We ordered the two-person value meal that consisted of chicken rice, sour vegetables and Foochow fishballs. I liked the fishballs. Wasn't too sweet and didn't have the over-powering aroma of sesame oil. But I couldn't same the same about the sour vegetables. Below par. No base broth and just sweetened with sugar. However, overall a good deal. After settling mum down at the saloon, went to have milk tea with caramel pudding at Dong Cha with SK, CK and Apollo. Also did some shopping at Daiso. By 4:30pm, mum had completed h

Hokkai Don , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. On Christmas eve, SK, mum and I went out to the Pavillion for shopping and a movie. Was quite productive for mum as she bought a couple of blouses and a pair of shoes. At 11:15pm, we watched "White Vengeance" at GSC. Kinda liked the movie. Always a sucker for Chinese period movies. Wuxia, historical, semua boleh . Nearly everyone fitted into their roles, perhaps with the exception of Jordan Chan and the annoying Crystal Liu as the beauty. Loved the costumes and the overall feel of the movie. And the Go battle between Zhang Liang and Fan Zeng was perfect, albeit cliched. And the part where Zhang Liang vomitted blood after losing... a must-have. LOL. Decided to go up to the sixth floor for lunch. Chose to dine at Tokyo Don after seeing a lanky fellow dressed as a Christmas tree inside, complete with baubles hooked on his T-shirt. The killer was the 2-foot high platform shoes. I salute him. Shared a Hokkai Don ( salmon sashimi and