will i am's delayed diary

Usually, I fly out of Changi on the 1910 Air Asia flight. That day, the flight was delayed for 45 minutes due to inclement weather around KLIA2. Waited on the tarmac for control tower clearance. Outside the cockpit, the flight attendants were busying themselves trying to find stowage for a stray bag. Everything had been filled up. In the end, they just left it outside. Think it was because too many Indian nationals boarded that evening and they all bought a whole lot of Canadian Club! When we arrived at KLIA2, it had stopped raining. More bad news ensued. The plane docked at the furthest gate and even by the time I got to the baggage claim, my luggage wasn't there yet. Not a surprise but what was REALLY surprising was the fact that I saw 7 other flights queued at the same belt. Had to wait for luggage from Taipei, Bandar Seri Begawan and Surabaya to clear before it was our turn. Took more than an hour with passengers from the multiple flights crowding at the same belt. Chaos. You

Slept till 9:30 am after the night before's fiasco at Hospital Serdang. Went to breakfast with SK, mum and Apollo's mum at our usual WTM haunt. Really needed that comfort breakfast. Mum did her replacement marketing at the small grocery stores nearby. Back home, I backwashed the water filter, swept the floor and proceeded to mop it, cleaning all the cockroach stains from the floor ( they tend to ooze juices during their death throes ). A great workout. Retreated to my room after that and watched some movies on my lappie ( bukan porno la ). Mum cooked lunch with what she bought in the morning and it was yummy. Mee suah in chicken broth with prawns. Very satisfying. Later in the afternoon, KH came to see me briefly. Only had enough time to go buy 4D at Taman Kinrara. No time even for drinks as he was attending the Energizer Run in the evening. 15 km on the exact day of the Hungry Ghost Festival. Huhuhu. Interesting. A new Thai restaurant called Restoran Andy had opened i

Got a frantic call from SK on Friday night telling me that Apollo's mum cut her finger on her car door. Huh? Car door? What's sharp about that? According to her, the cut was quite bad and the bleeding didn't stop. She wanted to know whether the Klinik Alam Medic near my place is a 24 hour clinic. Half an hour later, she called me again. The doctor referred her to Hospital Serdang! Funny thing was, the locum doctor was writing her a referral letter. Kalau dah nak pergi Jabatan Kecemasan pun nak referral letter ke? SK had just touched down from Vietnam that evening and was quite exhausted. So she requested me to drive them to the hospital. During the drive there, I questioned her regarding the injury and the visit to the clinic. Turns out that Apollo's mum slammed her the car door on her finger. And the impact made her skin split and finger turn swollen. Now that made more sense. And the locum doctor gave many excuses not to give her stitches, saying that he was uns

This is a follow up from my last post about securing new tenants. The air stewardesses and my real estate negotiator both turned out to be a pain in ass. Firstly, the real estate negotiator seemed to be more Hell-bent on protecting the interests of the tenant rather me! The landlord! I was paying for his services! That idiot kept on arguing with me regarding a non-existent wardrobe in the master bedroom. He kept insisting that there was a wardrobe when he brought the tenants for a house viewing. (On What's App) Idiot: What happened to the wardrobe. Moi: There was no wardrobe to begin with. Empty wall. Idiot: Gooottttt. We all saw. Moi: I did not take a picture of it because there was nothing. Do you have a picture of it? Idiot: I did not take a picture too. Moi: Real estate agents should right? Idiot: ... (Days later on What's App) Idiot: Why haven't you put in a wardrobe? Moi: When did I say that I would do so? Idiot: Please remember your promise.

Bright and early on Sunday morning, I attended English mass. It was actually my duty with the Mandarin hospitality ministry again that week but I had to skip it again because KH had planned a Japanese buffet gathering at Hanare , The Intermark. Our curiosity was piqued during our lunch there some weeks ago hoping that the quality we got from ala carte was reproduced in their buffet. At MYR148++, we had high expectations for air-flown seafood. Come D-Day, we arrived at about noon. A whole bunch of people were already standing out front waiting to be seated. Since SK's granny was with us, the staff let us cut the queue and led us to the private room since we were a party of six. Did a preliminary sweep of the buffet and I must say that it was a quickie! Not that much at all! Ugh. There were three types of fish sashimi-- salmon, tuna and hamachi. On top of that was calamari and shrimp. Raw oysters were also available, but the ice mound was hardly half full with the small oysters. Ot

Swiped from Totoro -David D. @ Flickr My tenants finally moved out last month and I have yet to secure someone to take over the place. Engaged my old real estate negotiator early in 2014, but she didn't come up with any leads. Sick and tired of waiting, I got another agency in the picture. A house viewing was arranged the following week. Finally I was getting some where. Gave the agent the keys and let him settle things. Late one Friday night, the agent gives me a call and tells me that a pair of air stewardesses are interested. Immediate move in. But there was a 'little' request. They wanted the old rental price ( although my place was upgraded to partially-furnished with the major home appliances ) and they wanted two dressing tables. Make-up is really important to air stewardesses. I wasn't going to budge on the price but I would consider the furniture request. Actually made a trip to several nearby furniture shops to hunt for the cheapest of the cheap. LOL. How

This year, mum decided not to visit relatives in Teluk Intan. Instead, we made our way to Bagan Sungai Burung to meet her nephews. Years and year ago, her eldest sister married into the small fishing village and spent a good part of her life there. Some years back, she was diagnosed with stage four liver cancer and passed away. Due to some drama in the family, several of her daughter-in-laws skipped town ( they were Chinese diaspora from Indonesia ), leaving the family without any women around the house. Kinda descended into 'chaos' in my opinion, but we all have different standards for that. Left home at about 10:00 am and used the new LATAR highway to get there. I expected less cars on the road, but PLUS was quite busy and the roads in and out of Kuala Selangor wasn't smooth. Impressed by the level of development in Kuala Selangor. It has GIANT, TESCO, a standalone McDonald's, Old Town Kopitiam and even bubble tea joints. Not bad at all. Bagan Sungai Burung has also

Hula-Hula , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Lunched with SK and her granny at Rakuzen , Empire Shopping Gallery on Sunday. Our initial plan was T Forty Two, but they closed down, giving way to Espresso Lab. In the year of the horse, Empire decided to use the Chinese lion as the main theme. Quite nicely done really. And upon arrival, I was just in time to view a Chinese acrobatic act with very butch looking PRC girls in spandex. The background music was hypnotic-- "Hula, hula, hula, hula x 1000". On stage, they transformed into human slinkies using hula hoops. LOL. Turns out that Kura in One World Hotel shares the same menu with Rakuzen. Both below to the Super Dining Group. The staff there were super attentive. They kept refilling your tea to the point that I found it annoying and intrusive. So free meh? They could have just left the pot on the table like Pasta Zanmai does. And they don't seem to take no for an answer. At one point, I just surrendered and dutifully pas

Ball Heaven , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Christmas was a major monster madness for me. Mum went to get her hair done at A-Saloon, IOI Mall, so the whole tribe went. The cold perm took nearly three hours, so I had the fun of babysitting. My sister suggested that I take them to Reka Zone, which I did. Cost MYR33 for two monsters. Actually monsters below the age of two do not need to pay, but I did not have the MyKID to prove it. And you have to wear socks inside, else they charge you a hand and a foot for it. So what do you get for your money? Just a padded playground really. The staff won't take care of your kids. They're just there to make sure that monstrous monsters don't tear the house down or get themselves killed. The main attraction of the whole place is balls. Lots and lots of balls. Plastic balls. Nerf balls. All sorts of colours. Pools of balls. They even have pneumatic machines that pump balls all over the place. If you like, you can even have a battle

Diebold , swiped from zieak on Flickr. It was the the end of the month, so I dutifully walked into a local bank's self service branch to help my brother perform installment payment on his housing loan. Like usual, I would withdraw money from his Singapore account using the interlinked ATM card that he provided me. I used one of the newer machines-- the DIEBOLD instead of the SIEMENS NIXDORF. I withdrew the maximum MYR1000 and waited for the machine to finish its whirring and clunking. To my surprise, when the money came out of the slot, it was in a mess! Not in the expected neat stack of cash. Some notes faced the wrong direction and there were even stray notes that were folded. Practically had wrestle the stack of money out of the machine. Geez. Since the fire insurance was also due, I withdrew another MYR1000 with the same disorganized results. I pocketed that second stack of cash. Next, I walked over to the cash deposit machine and stuffed the two stacks of cash in. More whirri

Roach Motel , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. The Ridsect Roach Trap Challenge! Day 1: No cockroach Day 2: Two cockroaches dead OUTSIDE the trap Day 3: Ambushed by a flying cockroach in my bedroom again. ZERO cockroach in the trap. Day 7: Found two cockroach legs inside. Day 9: Found a dead gecko inside ( to their credit, they did claim that it works for geckos too ). FML.

Keys , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Woke up on Thursday morning not feeling well. Lazed in bed and sat on the porcelain throne twice. Dragged myself out of bed anyway and got ready for work. While waiting for my car to warm up, I munched on a stale cream cracker and a prune, feeling pretty sorry for myself. Put on my shoes and got out, slamming shut the front door and locked the grill. I thought that I heard the sound of keys falling to the ground, but I didn't think much of it. After securing the padlock, I look at my Troika key ring and found that it had come undone ( not the first time, hence never get the screw end type )! Crap! Half of my keys were inside the house! Best thing was, the key I need to unlock the porch gate was not with me. AND I had no way of getting back in the house because I can't unlock the wooden door or the sliding door. Ish. Lucky for me, my sister had just sent my nephew to pre-school and was in the vicinity, so gave me her bunch of keys. Quick

8/365. Master of Puppets , swiped from Anant N S (www.thelensor.tumblr.com) on Flickr. I really love this neighbour of mine who lives opposite my place. He has three cars at home and his beautifully renovated porch can accommodate two cars. The third car is a beaten up old red Iswara which he uses to drive to project sites judging from the reflector vest and hard hat I spied inside of it. Understandably, he doesn't park that car inside. Instead, he used to park it in front of my adjacent neighbour's gate since that house was unoccupied. That's not the only reason though. You see, the space in front of his house is blocked by cement bricks and large panes of glass. Sounds harmless enough right? Actually, no. He parks like an asshole. A good asshole parks accurately onto a hard cock, but this asshole has no sense of direction. He likes to park his car at angle, wasting the space in front of my house. And when my other adjacent neighbour needs to park his car, he has less spa

Coffee , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Early on Saturday, SK drove over for breakfast with mum and I. Brought the tribe out to the nearby Kong Kee Wantan Noodles . Fed the little one noodles and soft wantan skin. Went out to Good Arch, Seri Petaling after that to settle some rebate issues with the administration office. Settled that quickly. Tapao -ed lunch as well at one of the roadside stalls. Some time after lunch, BIL's brother came over to pick the elder nephew for a short Melaka trip. Could breathe a little better with one less monster in the house. At 1330, I went out to meet KH. Picked up SK on the way out and headed to Kuchai Lama. Traffic around the Bukit Jalil area was horrible thanks to the Piala FA finals to be held that night. Noticed hordes of Kelantan soccer fans in red and white. Many were seen sleeping in their cars, some on towels on the road, while some families were having picnics at the parking lot. Gosh. Was so annoyed by the jams. And the heat wave did

House of Horrors , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Mum owns a house in Bercham, and for a decade now, we had been renting it to an old lady and her son. No tenancy agreement, just verbal. And we had the luck of getting someone to collect the rent on our behalf, God bless him. And as with most tenants, they give more heartache than anything else. Even though the rent is just MYR200 for a corner unit, they are not good pay masters. Until today, they owe us much back rent. And they have the gall to ask for repairs, which of course we refuse, and this turns out to be a vicious cycle. After so many years, we finally got the legalities ( time and money! ) out of the way and the property has been transferred to mum's name. Finally we can officially do something to evict them. Mulled over legal action, but that would require us getting the services of a litiation lawayer. BIL suggested that we cut the utilities instead. Sounded good, so we went for the second option. Early monday mor

Ouchie! , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Pretty pair of Andrew Christian briefs right? KH got it for me last year . Gotta love the bright colour and contrast fluting. Unfortunately, it's not quite comfortable. "Nice to see, nice to hold, once worn, not as comfy as I was told!" It kinda rides up at the crotch and bites into my inner thighs. Think it's because the cutting is too narrow at the inseam ( or God forbid my thighs are too fat! ). Blegh. Bad design. Can consider cumming on this pair and putting it up for sale! Hentai! Any takers? :P

Salmon Kabuto Miso , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. For two years in a row, Citibank had charged me the MYR50 government service tax for a credit card that I did not want to use. All because I had forgotten to terminate it before the expiry. "Aiyah sir, charge already can't reverse. How about use it for another year since you already paid?" This year, I made a very conscious effort to cancel it was earlier to avoid another repeat. So on Sunday after mass, mum and I went e@Curve to burn my rewards points over lunch. Wanted to eat at Senjyu, but they declared that their promotion with Citibank had ended. But strangely, they were still prominently displaying the placards. Wnatever. Went to Sakae Sushi instead. Confirmed with the waitress that I could use my Instant Rewards there to offset the bill. Sat down and ordered. It was really crowded. When my Sakae Chawanmushi arrived, it looked like it had took a tumble down a flight of stairs. The moment of truth came when I w

Adashot Contact Lens Store Design by Miss Lee Design 3/7 , swiped from yossawat.com on Flickr. A radio ad for a contact lens company: Girl: Notice anything new about me? Boy: Erm, no? Girl: I coloured my hair! You would have noticed if you wear Brand X HD lens like me! Colours are more vibrant! Boy: I gotta get Brand X HD lens too! Goodness gracious. If one needed to wear 'special HD' contact lenses to notice one's hair colour, then the failure doesn't lie in one's eyesight, but one's hairstylist. Go bloody choose a colour that can be seen by naked eyes!

bizarre wars #01 , swiped from cool_colonia4711 on Flickr. Top. Bottom. Pitcher. Catcher. 1. 0. Whenever I discuss gay sexual roles with virgins, I often get the feeling that they categorize themselves as tops until proven otherwise. Kinda like the preferred option. There's like some kind of fear and stigma attached to being the one being fucked. Is it emasculating? Is it for the fear of having one's ass ruined beyond the help of even Jamu Mak Dara? It's weird. You wanna fuck someone's ass, but you 'know' that it's 'bad' for the recipient. But if everyone avoided bottoming, what would you be left with? Drain pipes? End of the day, I believe that these things are fluid. There should be some give and take. Some couples are very versatile. Some couples are happy with their fixed roles, but that does not mean that can't switch once in a blue moon. The bottom line ( hahahahaha ) is that there should be some give and take. Be considerate. Don't be

Taxi driver awaits brisk business during lunch hour , swiped from teddy-rised on Flickr. Ever since I was reporting to work at KPMG Tower and Jalan Dungun, I had to take the taxi in the morning. I would drive out to Old Klang Road and hail a cab there. Mum would then drive home. And it's so very sad that just to get there, I have waste at least thirty minutes braving the jam on Lebuhraya Bukit Jalil. But that's just the first leg. OKR traffic ain't pretty too. Both directions can be shitty. I have tried it all and have been entertained by all sorts of taxi drivers. Some keep quiet. Some talk your ears off. Either way, I would still fiddle with my phone looking at skanky photos on Instagram while the taxi driver does his job. So far, I have learnt that: Taxi drivers who rent the taxi and the permit from taxi companies have to pay MYR45 a day For those who already own the car just need to pay MYR17 for the permit To grease the wheels to get your own permit? Just pay M