will i am's delayed diary

IMG_8208 Swiped from yitweng . Since my last trim since before CNY, I had grown quite a crop of 'grass' on my head. The heat and my hair constantly in my eyes ( I don't flip my hair for no reason, like *some* people think ) was already driving me nuts so I quickly headed over to my regular stylist, KK for a trim. I took the 11am slot and I was so early that I was the first customer of the day. My appointment finished in record time, just shy of half an hour. Back to my point. KK took a look at the unruly mop of hair on my head and declared that I should go for a longer style since I already had the length. He said cutting me short for the past year is already getting boring. I concurred. Therefore, he just thinned the hair at the top and sides and left the fringes. As a result, the hair is still in my eyes and people stare at me in disbelief after I tell them that I had a haircut. The next day after my trim, I brought SK to Eric's stylist, KK as well, but the g...

Queer Card Swiped from williamnyk . Guys have been wearing pink and toting their girlfriend's handbags to get brownie points. Venturing into territory that was once considered taboo, no man's land ( or more precisely "all man's land" ). Nowadays, it's cool to show a little of our feminine side. To skirt the other side . A good way to soften the rough edges. The desirable men of today is no longer gruffy and rugged, but rather pretty and preppy. Painfully androgynous. As such, the same concept is being employed in the corporate world. Citibank brought you the Clear Card . Now make way for the RapidKL Queer LRT Card and the MidValley Queer Parking Card . In eye-catching pink and purple respectively. Get your's today.

collageMBK Swiped from williamnyk . The 3rd day at Bangkok is quite a blur for me. Can't really remember the details, but I'll try anyway. Spent most of the day at the wholesale clothes outlets at Pratunam, kind of like the Ho Ching Yuen beside the Hang Tuah LRT station. Clothes, clothes and more clothes. We were mostly at Indra Square and the Baiyoke Garment Center nearby where my sister was staying. My sister and mother bought tonnes of clothes, handbags and other accessories. All at cheap prices. After baking in the hot and humid Bangkok weather, we decided to move to someplace with air-conditioning, so it was off to MBK for more shopping. The layout is simple enough. Just one long stretch where you walk, and walk, and walk..... from one end to the other. 5 floors of shopping. Made me wish for the electric buggy from Muang Boran . Typical shopping paradise with a stronger muslim presence, for unknown reasons. Anyway, saw an interesting scene there. Two women were...

munaweroh Swiped from williamnyk . For some unknown reason, I have been getting a few SMS and MMS from Indonesians recently. There are only a few explanations I can think of: 1) Pure coincidence ( then why have I not hit the lottery!!? ) 2) My number is wrongly posted on some Indonesian migrants classifieds somewhere ( lo mau cowok ganteng? kontek 016-XXXXXX ) 3) DiGi screwed up big time ( not surprising ) The first set of SMS I received was addressed to a woman by the name of Sri. The contents were in Javanese, which I promptly asked my counterpart in Jakarta to translate. It roughly went like this: Sri, you're really shameless. No man would willingly take you as their wife. That's why you have to steal other people's husbands! I just sent a reply to tell the fellow that I'm not 'shameless' ( most of the time, at least ) nor a woman and promptly blocked the number. Thinking that it was fluke and brushing the whole incident off, it then happened again. ...

Photo-0414 Swiped from williamnyk . After more than 20 years of enjoying the soup-based steamboat, I have finally tried the porridge-based version at Eastern Delight , Seri Petaling. One of my mother's friends won big at the agensi nombor ramalan , so dinner was on her. Being the remora I usually am, I got to go along to. Hehe. For one thing, I did not have very high expectations of it. I'm definitely a "soup guy" and as such, the porridge I prefer is also the Teochew kind. However, they use the congee type with the beras hancur . That aside, it's pretty much steamboat lo . It's just more filling and it's quite weird to put leafy greens in porridge. If the idea of porridge doesn't appeal ( I have a colleague who refuses to eat it because she associates it with being sick ), the place also serves the normal variety of steamboat. The price is not quite cheap and everything is ala carte , so the costs can add up to quite an amount. However, it...

Photo-0439 Swiped from williamnyk . Before you freak out, that's not the head of a mountain troll bubbling in the pot. It's actually a fruit by the name of my post. It has real weird properties. The reason for the "eye sockets" is that my mother whacked the fella with a hammer before putting it to boil. The insides are spongy and white, but the second you boil it, the water turns black and nasty. Supposedly, it has detoxification effects-- think trips to the loo and freaky-looking stools. Boil it with some dates and it tastes quite good really... if you can get past the fact it scrubs out your bowels. Heh.

Gelatomio Swiped from williamnyk . Spent some quality time with my di , Jase at Berjaya Times Square after work. He supposedly had a big secret to tell me, but he didn't really tell anyway ( see! I'm not a mulut tempayan. I didn't tell anyone about your Antonio Banderas blow-up doll. Kidding. Kidding ). Anyway, my throat was flaring up, so I decided for something mercifull to my throat. Wanted to try Chikuho Ramen , but apparently it had closed down, replaced by Mr. Ramen . What the heck. We ate there anyway since thanks to my great sense of direction and BTS fantastic layout ( from the architects who brought you the Mines of Moria ), we were too tired to look for another eatery. I ordered the Miso Ramen, whereas Jase had the Chicken Katsu-Don. Food was crappy. The service staff was mostly Myanmarese, making it a real unique dining experience. Cheap though, I'll give it that. Next on, we moved onto ice cream. t was either Baskin Robbins or Gelatomio . I chose the latt...

LRTCrotch Swiped from williamnyk . Here I am trying to do a version of David's side-blog ( with the name above ): Why the FUCK must some guys sit on the LRT with their BLOODY legs so wide open? It really makes me wonder. It's rush hour. People are packing into the trains. Everyone is looking for a place to sit on the long journey to the city. And some idiot comes along, sits on the limited seats like his balls have swollen to the size of grapefruits. For goodness sake, keep your legs together and let an extra person sit down! If you're wearing a skirt, and would like to air your family jewels, then by all means, spread those legs, but if not, please keep them together. Extremely inconsiderate. The same goes for idiots who like to read the papers of the train, especially Chinese newspapers. They're already so unwieldly, so please have the common sense to fold up the papers before you read, not open them all the way like you're sitting in your lazy chair at h...

There are things in our life that are very private in nature, hence not usually shared with others. But when the time comes to share it, we may have hang ups about it and perhaps develop a kind of mental block that prohibits you from sharing that inner part of yourself. However, with perseverance, patience and a strong will, all obstacles can and will be removed. As it is said, good things happen to those who wait. And I am glad that I was given the time to adapt, given the chance to show my worth, and most importantly, given the love and gentle, guiding hand tofind my way around the difficulties and make myself comfortable with the situation. So far, the discoveries have been mindblowing and I am very grateful. In time, I hope the harvest will be plenty...

Queer Graffiti Swiped from elmada . Note: Dear readers, this is just some random observation from my trip that would not fit to well in my daily vacation report. After spending 6 days in Bangkok I've come to notice something that I missed while I was there for 5 weeks, 3 years back. The Thai seem to have a thing for phallic symbols. They come in all shapes and sizes ( as do the real thing, hehe) , from the obscenely large to easy-carry versions. Mostly, I've seen them carved from wood, but the smaller versions can also be found cast from metal (with extra dragon motif). At first, I thought them dildos, until I started seeing them all over the place-- from taxi dasboards to altars to food stall counters to keychains. Frankie even tells me that are tied to waist like an amulet. As far as I can tell, it has some kind of religious significance. They seem to be revered. I can see garlands of flowers placed over them. Some even have inscriptions and gold leaf. And for those ...

Hobbit Feet Swiped from williamnyk . Neither am I talking about the Small Office, Home Office concept nor the place in US, but actually a foot treatment company. I guess I could say the cheap version of a podiatrist. The don't give pedicures and are not qualified to correct your foot problems but they specialize in cracked heels, bunions, calluses, toenail infections and the other sort of nasty skin conditions of the foot. They set up a booth at Jusco Seri Kembangan and the response was amazing. Young and old were lining up to get the the dead skin removed from their at RM25. Quite cheap seeing that the results are quite obvious and that the treatment takes around 2 hours and much disgusting effort on the part of the staff. Their Hobbit-Feet Reversal Treatment begins with an alcohol rub. Who knows were those feet have been. After that, some kind of skin softening cream is applied to the feet. Don't know what the active ingredient is, but for all I know, it could be so...

How NOT to solve a problem like Maria Swiped from belljw18670 . This is only my second lyrics post. I'm at a loss for words ( don't laugh! It's actually possible. :P ). I have no way to articulate my feelings and situation at the moment, so I'll let the nuns do the talking / singing: How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? How do you find a word that means Maria? A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown! I laugh. I frown. I smile. How does one solve a problem like Maria?

Photo-0414a Swiped from williamnyk . An interesting character I saw on the LRT one fine morning: 1) First impression: looks like Lim Kok Wing sans spectacles ( I know many would disagree, it's just a first impression ). 2) Hair: reminds me of the He-man alter-ego ( Prince what's-his-name ). 3) Book: reads John Steinbeck. Interesting character #2 was an elderly man who was torturing a young couple standing in fron of him. He kept on talking about the good 'ol days and giving them grandfather-ly advice about life. The guy couldn't have cared less, but the girl layan him by nodding her head and sometimes agreeing with certain points he make. I'm so pathethic. I'm so bored. Time passes oh so slowly on the LRT...

collage3 Swiped from williamnyk . A colleague and The Searcher recommended me to visit The Ancient City of Muang Boran . It's 40 minutes away from the hustle-bustle of Bangkok, located in Samut Prakan. It's basically Thailand's history, culture, architecture and art all condensed into 320 acres of land the shape of Thailand. Think of it as Mini Malaysia, only *much* better and less cheesy. It boasts of 112 attractions in 6 sections. The entrance fee is THB300, inclusive of bicycle rental or a tram ticket. We took one double bicycle and a golf cart. It was a sweltering day and shade was few and far in between. At the start, we were very keen to see the sights. Took many photos. But as we went on, the attractions were losing their lustre. All of 'em started looking the same. And the sun was unforgiving. Towards the end, we were hurrying ourselves through, just giving the magnificent structures cursory glances and quick photo shoots. However, while we were at t...

Photo-0440 Swiped from williamnyk . I'm not talking about Luc Beeson's movie here, but literally taxis. Of late, I've been relying on them to get to work because I have to go to Taman Tun Dr Ismail and there is no easy way to get there with public transport from where I live. So, each morning, my mother drops me off at Old Klang Road and I hail a cab to go to work. I've noticed that most of the taxi drivers I've met are quite interesting. Here are a few examples: Driver 1: Uncle Wong Uncle Wong looks like a nice enough guy. He's the kind of driver who will make small talk you even though you ignore him. Talk about paying to be tortured. But most of the time, I will layan them coz the jams at OKR are no pretty sight and it can get helluva boring. However, Uncle Wong has one trait that is quite scary-- one second he will be talking to you, the other second, he'll transform into a road bully. The transition takes less than 0.005 seconds (something like Gaban)....

Teriyaki Chicken ala William Swiped from williamnyk . Ever since I mentioned my Teriyaki Chicken , it has been getting a lot of airtime on my blog recently for mysterious reasons. Jase wants. Eric wants it. KH wants it. On the other hand, only Robb was interested in the humble beginnings of my teriyaki chicken which I will mention briefly here: (Heat waves in the air, signalling a flashback) 3 years ago, in Jakarta: The mundane diet (food court, fast food, food court, fast food, ad infinitum) my colleagues and I had to endure working over at Jakarta as lowly-paid migrant workers had forced us to cook on weekends just to keep our sanity and keep our arteries plaque free. So, every weekend, we'd all contribute in the kitchen by either cooking or cleaning up. On one fateful week, I decided to whip up my famous Teriyaki Chicken. Whole chicken drumsticks. Deboned. Marinated in light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and a generous helping of pepper. That's it (don't be disappoi...