will i am's delayed diary

Lui Cha Again , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Did my usual Saturday ritual at the wet market. But to break the monotony, we had breakfast at a new joint that week-- Restoran Siew Foong . A relatively new place that we frequently observed was closed. Seeing that it was open, we jumped on the chance. As we walked in, we could a whole bunch of staff doing preparatory work. A little girl was reading at one of the tables and upon seeing us walk in, remarked: "Sorry, we are not open for business. We are undergoing renovation." Stunned for a while, because we saw a woman actually making YTF at one of the tables. A man suddenly rushed out to shush the girl and welcomed us in. :S. Weirdness. The place served Hakka food, so we ordered their lui cha with brown rice and a bowl of homemade fishball noodles. The lui cha was quite good. Rare to see shops serve it with fried sweet beancurd skin. The soup was also fragrant enough and not the usually watery fare. I gave it a good

Dad's , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Visited the market again as on most Saturdays and had loh pan mee for breakfast as OUG. Been ages since I ate at that shop. Used to stay there during my undergraduate days. The uncle who sold wantan noodles no longer manned the shop. Guess that his son has taken over and in my opinion, the noodles are better now. Interesting to note that the shop had a whiteboard inside that highlighted the pros of MLTA against MRTA. The owner must moonlight as an insurance agent. Personally, I bought MRTA cause my premium wasn't too expensive and I have no short term plans to dispose of my property. Some time at noon, went over to Empire Subang with SK for some shopping at Tangs. Unfortunately, the advertised sale wasn't really as exciting as thought. Didn't buy anything. Lunch was at Chilli's . Rarely eat there. Not really a fan of Western food and their policy of not allowing guests to take their seats if the whole party isn't ther

Guinness , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Braved crazy Friday night traffic to meet up Gratitude, TZ and KY at Ah Wet Thai at Bandar Puteri Puchong. Occassion: Gratitude's birthday and to celebrate the severing of toxic social ties. Due to the unfavourable traffic conditions, we arrived late about fifteen minutes past eight. The gang was already waiting there and were sipping cold pandan -infused water. My first time meeting KY. The cute hunk was dressed in a tight, vintage Smurfs T that made Gratitude remark that he was getting more and more tai zek . Did some quick ordering and we ended up with a giant salt grilled snake head. When that fish was served, my jaw nearly fell to the floor. I think it was nearly 1.5 feet in length and it was painstakingly skinned, giving us easy access to the generous and tender meat inside. And it came decorated with long chunks of cucumbers, making it look like a dragon boat making its way across the table. That itself cost MYR60! The rest of t

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing , swiped from klinkekula on Flickr. Sick of hobbling around, I went to see the GP on Saturday morning. He wasn't convinced that it was viral myalgia . To him, I most probably had dehydration. But still, he prescribed a muscle relaxant and an analgesic gel. Both did not give me much relief on the first day. For breakfast, SK and I tried Woo Pin Fish Head Noodles at Seri Petaling. I ordered the fish, whereas SK took the prawn. Not half bad, but I still prefer the Taman Desa shop. Surprisingly, SK walked out of the shop without visiting the toilet even once although she drank the soup with evaporated milk ( she's very lactose-intolerant ). Quite a miracle. After breakfast, Maxis informed me that my Maxis Fibre installation slot could be bumped up to noon. Since I had nothing better to do, I told them to come earlier. First to arrive were the folks from Unifi. They asked me where I wanted the router and they explained what they needed to do. Since

Yamagoya , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. End User Training was starting the week after Malaysia Day and I the X-file that was plaguing my system was still just that... an X-file. The performance issue was annoying and regularly needed my intervention to give it CPR during busy periods. Unacceptable. Went in on Monday to try something new, a workaround of sorts to see if the sluggishness would improve and the timeouts disappear. Went into the office and found that I was the only one. Worked for a couple of hours before SK and Briyani turned up at my door step. Initially, I thought about eating at Jarod & Rawlins, but as luck would have it, they were closed. Plan B was Publika. Ended up at Yamagoya Ramen . Wasn't keen on ramen that day, but what the heck. According to SK, they spent a bundle advertising their existence on radio stations. Tried their black garlic ramen and when it came, boy was it black. Reminded me a bit of Prometheus. The ramen itself had a good texture and

Here's a follow-up entry on the eye candies I gathered during the Moon Walk . There were more, but these are the only ones that I managed to capture on camera. Still, a little bit for everyone. Enjoy. Tourist Tim Your typical straight blonde-haired ang moh with strong jawline and stubble. Look at that V-neck. His girlfriend would not stand a chance if he was ambushed by a bunch of gay lous . Pantene Pete Boy next door with long-flowing locks and a pout that can put Angelina Jolie to shame. See that hint of a toned body underneath that simple white T? Can imagine him walking his dog around the neighbourhood in a cute tank top. Running Bear Kinda like a cross between Tourist Tim and Pantene Pete, of course with a curling iron and a Pocahontas DVD thrown in. And those skimpy rainbow pants that he were in... panas ! Think they look like something from Croota.

Moon Walk Colours , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Went home to rest before heading out for the gathering at Petaling Street. Our first stop was at Chan She Shu Yuen Clan Association for a Chinese opera presentation by Persatuan Peminat Seni Opera Kantonis Tsang Fei. Heard excerpts from several of the famous pieces. Interestingly, the troupe leader gave very candid commentaries: "In all the old stories, all the men seem to be scholars. Like it was so easy to pass the exams. And some woman would wronged, and she would have to prove her innocence. The two protagonists would lament on and on. The full scene would be 45 minutes, which I'm sure would be enough to put everyone in the audience to sleep." When the clock struck eight, mum and I moved to the gathering point. Upon walking out of Chan She Shu Yuen, we were given free lanterns and candles. Lovely. The start was a bit slow, with the organizing committee giving their speeches and doing a bit of lamenting of their

Photographing Confucious , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Went to English mass on Sunday because mum wanted to attend a charity sale at Confucian High School in the Jalan Petaling area. She had some free coupons to kill off. Parked near Chan She Shu Yuen Clan Association and walked there. Took the scenic route, but we found the place in the end. Even in the afternoon we caught a glimpse of the sex workers at the old shophouse. An old pimp would be at the foot of the stairs and the sex worker would sometimes climb down the steep, rotten wooden steps to have a glimpse at the street. Can see the migrant workers coming up and down, either from a completed transaction or just shopping around. Nothing much at the charity sale really. Some food stalls, drinks, vegetables, fruits, cakes-- the usual stuff la. And on stage, some kids were doing numerous 1Malaysia performances that were very well-ignored by the sparse crowd. Ate lui cha , bought some cherry tomatoes, buns and Angry Bird moonc

First off, I'd like to apologize that this is the only MRT celebrity that I have to show for. Took this on my ride from the airport and this is my first and last shot from the whole trip. And the picture quality ain't great. Sorry! Anyway, at least one can still make out his tight jeans and arm definition. Studious Sam here is a rare specimen of someone who actually flips on a textbook to read on his train ride. Singaporeans generally whip out their iPhones, Notes, SIIIs to go on FB, watch media clips, Jack'd and what not. Actually saw an auntie zoom down the stairs while watching a Korean drama. Skillnya sudah level 9 . And from my roaming eyes, I noticed a trend among Singaporeans and the expats there-- fascination with shaving the sides of the head and a liking for red pants. Perhaps it has already caught on here, just that I a bit ketinggalan . Oppss...

Cupping , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. The day after I arrived home, I had started feeling a bit weird. Due to important things at work, I ignored the feeling and just soldiered on, popping a few pills as I went. Dragged the whole thing out till Saturday morning. Went marketing as usual ( saw a couple of grannies doing TCM cupping with bull horns and bamboo segments beside the drain... how retro ) and had breakfast at Restoran Soon Lei , Kuchai Lama. The owners seem to be stepping things up, trying to compete with their more successful rivals, Goon Wah. Didn't order their latest creation, XO Pearl Noodles ( it's just a hyped up lor loh shu fun ), but settled for their classic fish head noodles instead. Added on a piece of pumpkin cake and yam cake each. More than enough. It was at the restaurant that I had noticed the rashes all over my hands. A more thorough investigation revealed that my trunk was also covered in rashes! Yikes! Immediately went to see the GP. Diagnosis:

St. Teresa's Church , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. It was my last day in Singapore, but I still managed to make the best of it. Although I know that KH is not a fan of going to Sunday Mass, he always makes the effort of researching Catholic churches in the vicinity. Before my flight he e-mailed me two churches to choose from. And he would tweak my schedule based on the mass times. So sweet of him. On that Sunday morning, we woke up early and once again skankiness nearly made us late for church! From the MRT, we had to change to the bus ( and we missed the stop, having to walk a bit ) to get to St. Teresa's Church . I chose to go there because the architecture reminded me a little of Sacre Couer in Paris. Something different. A little reading reveals that the church is associated with the Carmalites and that the patron saint is no other than St. Teresa of Ávila. If you read "The Da Vinci Code", you would remember her from Bernini's sculpture, "The Ecstas