will i am's delayed diary

collage7 Swiped from williamnyk . I've been working on a Saturday again. And boy, it ain't pretty. The heatwave's here again ( together with the durians ) and as usual, the office is without air-conditioning. After enduring a stifling, gummy 6 hours in the office, I'm now down with a low grade headache. Ugh. Out of the blue, DanielH called me for a meet up and I agreed. Lucky for me to catch him as it was his first off day in a month. He picked me up from Taman Bahagia LRT and we proceeded to The Teapot Place at SS2 after a fruitless discussion on a venue. I'm a Libran, so sue me. :P. A quaint place. No points for guessing that they serve specialty teas there. The interior is very English and woody, with most of the wall space taken up by shelves and shelves of teapots. Shaped like houses, dinner tables, sewing machines, castles, clocks, modern teapots, antique teapots, oriental teapots, mini teapots, you name it, they have it. They even have a teapot mosa

Hungarians can't get it up so they take ice cream Swiped from Hanan Cohen . Out of the blue, I received this sms from +60162066131: SO YOUNG is so good. Makan kesihatan untuk lelaki. Isteri pasti gembira. Tiada side effect. Ajen dikehendaki. soyoung2u.com call 03-4294 6436 cik Rozi / Angel What the f*ck?! Anyway, feel free to call the numbers. Might help in the bedroom and you might earn some extra income. If your partner experiences multiple orgasms from using it, don't forget to drop a testimonial or a thank you card. If you go blind or get a permanent woody that won't go down, you have yourself to blame. Caveat Emptor . I should stop writing my phone number at the back of toilet doors.

3 Swiped from mr.nz . Have you ever had a fixation on something or someone that you saw in passing? The lack of information would make your mind work overtime to conjure up a perfect picture and you would be desperately pining for it. Wondering about the possibilities. No rest until you pursue it. Case I: Walking pass a clothing store, you see a shirt in the display window that catches your eye. From afar, it looks nice, cool. But due to some time constraints, you would have to walk away without scrutinizing it. Back home, that particular item of clothing would play in your mind, like an itch deep in your nether regions that wouldn't go away. You would obssess about it, telling yourself that you should have bought it and it would've looked nice in it. So, when you finally break and surrender to temptation, you would rush back to the store with a serious intent of buying the shirt, hoping that it's still available. Upon examining the garment and perhaps tryng it on

Had a scare today. One of my more useful colleague tendered in his resignation today. Though he was scheduled to leave for another project anyway, his departure from the company would be a loss to the companys technical expertise pool. The news caused a panic. My technical manager initiated damage control and got me in to gauge the impact. Not to say the person is so indispensible, but the timing is really off. Fires are burning everywhere, things are at its most critical. It would be a pain to train up a replacement on such short notice. A few discussions later, the fellow decides to stay. He cited money problems as the main reason to leave. Does this mean he was given a counteroffer? I was told no. It is ironic in my company that people who want to travel, means more money are not given the chance, but those who do, hate it. And people leave because of it. It is just plain stupid. Will HR ever learn? Will they listen? Such a mismatch. Such mismanagement. Sigh.

OSB Swiped from williamnyk . When I first met DanielH , I had noticed the cool tattoo at the back of his neck. He told me that it was the Crux Sancti Patris Benedicti , or in other words, The Cross St. Benedict . He said it was suppose to protect him from evil. After doing some reasearch on the internet, I found it to be the image at the back of the Jubilee Medal ex Montecasino which was forged 1400 years after the birth of St. Benedict. The medallion is used to ward off evil as the abbreviations are phrases normally used in exorcism rites. Vade retro Satana! Nunquam suade mihi vana! Sunt mala quae libas. Ipse venena bibas! Begone Satan! Never tempt me with your vanities! What you offer me is evil. Drink the poison yourself! From my research, I also came across the CafePress.com website and found them selling button badges with image of the bronze medallion. On a whim, I bought two of 'em and after 14 days or so, my package arrived from the US. It took faster than my lett

Your Ships come In ! Swiped from blumontheweb . A late bloomer. Something that I have tagged myself with, especially in realm of relationships and love. I wouldn't blame it on my parents, but sometimes I do wonder whether their displeasure of teenage "love" had anything to do with it. "You can start dating after you finish your studies." Does this sound familiar? Most parents use the exact same line. Most children don't give a shit. Unfortunately, I was born with the obedience gene, where one is biologically unable to resist parental commands. Or perhaps I was just a loser. Heh. Anyway, I now know and admit that my late venture into love is deeply rooted in my psyche and I guess it has now only started to unravel. But that's for another time to kupas . As usual, my introduction has now passed the threshold from "sligtly long-winded" to "draggy", so I'll just get to the point. I hooked up with my Significant Other, KH at t

LRT Blur Swiped from Battling Apathy . For those of you who have been following my posts, you would know that I have evolved from free-loading, goyang kaki, gaji buta employee to workaholic zombie. Oh, how I miss being a burden to my company, just sucking off its money and resources with parasitic contentment. Anyway, I've been consistently working 12-hour days and thus I normally take the train home at 9:00pm. One would think that at this hour, the stations would be less easy, but usually it's the other way round. Maybe this has to do with that fact that many KL-ites work ungodly hours or the low train frequency naturally causes a build-up. If you regularly take Star LRT, you would know that the trains heading out from Sentul Timur either go to Seri Petaling or Ampang. Hence, there are alternating trains. However, on one fateful day, two Ampang trains came back to back! -_-" Haha. Yes, I know, hardly Ripley's material, but it's exactly the point of my po

Stained T Swiped from williamnyk . Apollo was not working on Sunday, so he suggested a meet-up on Sunday. After church, I picked up KT and we had a little discussion on whether to drive or take the train to Bukit Bintang. It is the Malaysia Megasale after all and the idea of jamming at the Golden Triangle does not appeal to me at all. Her intuition was right, it wasn't jammed at all. KT is better than ITIS it seems. Will come in handy. But we did get a little confused after turning into Jalan Hang Tuah. Wanting to U-turn and park at BTS, we kind of ended up at a traffic detour at Jalan Imbi and was "ushered" into Starhill Gallery. A good "mistake", parking's cheaper than BTS by RM1. But I'm really pissed with their naming convention of Adorn, Idulge, Feast, etc. Trying too hard to be special. It's just plain stupid. We arrived earlier than expected, so we walked around Lot 10 a while while waiting for Apollo and Frankie to get out of the house and fo

Sky Cafe Beancurd Swiped from williamnyk . My throat and mouth is very sensitive. I would do anything in my power to keep my throat irritation-free and my oral mucosa ulcer-free. I watch my food intake and increase my fluid intake. Basically, I avoid all sorts of "heaty" foods. Yes, the sinfully-delicious fried stuff. I even avoid durians as more than 2 pieces will also give me a sore throat. And at the slightest hint of soreness, I will gargle with Bactidol or Propolis, drink honey, take herbal supplements or drink detox teas. As a result of my defensiveness, my body has a very low tolerance for these sin foods now. If the frying oil is oxidized from too much reuse, my body would react. If the food is too salty, my mouth and tongue would get rough and irritated. And so, on one faithful day, I went to Sky Cafe at SS2 with Apollo. We sat upstairs where most of the patrons were playing Monopoly, cards or Jenga. Quite a cozy place if not for the abundance of smokers. A

ermm tut tut us? :D:D gangster Swiped from sexyegor . Weekends are supposedly the time when we get some rest and recharge for the week ahead. But I find that my weekends are equally as draining as the weekdays. We cram whatever we could not perform during the week into the weekends-- me friends, perform chores, etc. Everything except rest and relaxation. Heh. As usual, mum went gallavanting again, this time to Penang, Ipoh and Taiping. She gets out more often than me. And she's 34 years my senior. Pathetic la aku . As usual, I worked last Saturday. Until about 5:00pm, I picked up my mei , KT to do her scalp treatment at my stylist's place. He still doesn't want to cut my hair! Another month of shagginess. Later, she followed me to a BEC gathering where I got all sorts of 3 8 comments from all the aunties and uncles that she's my girlfriend. We welcome Kai Ting to our BEC gathering tonight and hope that she will come again in the future. . Tough chance. After g

Day 217 :Mr. Deadline Swiped from la-Cour . I need to deliver by June 30th. Seems like everything's not done yet. The content isn't quite there. The presentation is still sloppy. A hundred and one integrations still not looked at. Requirements change as frequent as GTalk status messages do. My table's a mess of documents. My mind's a mess of problems. I really hope my team won't burn out. Two have already packed their bags. Sick of their jobs? Trying to escape the situation? I really hope I can deliver. I really hope I need not run away. My other counterpart in the other team had already handed in her resignation, but it was rejected. "Do you want more money?" "Perhaps if we move you to another department?" To her, it's all empty promises. The only release is by leaving. A change of scenery. Peace of mind. The other day, Mel made this remark, "Notice how much troubles we have in our lives ever since we started working?" . C

Shaky Red Handed 01 Swiped from BLANKartist . Since before the bak zhang festival, I had been ingesting the glutinous rice tetrahedra on quite a regular basis. Can you ingesting ingesting one at 8:00 in the morning? I'm sure the thought of it makes you feel zhai . But then, it's quite hard to resist the draw of fatty pork, black-eyed peas, chestnuts, salted egg yolks and mushrooms. To make it go down easier, I either have a refreshing cup of hot jasmine tea; or digestive pills ( the goodness of papaya seeds ); or coffee. And you know what? Coffee works the best. For some unknown reason, every time I drink coffee, I get really hungry. Like a black hole suddenly appeared in my tummy. A very hollowed out feeling. And when I get that way, my hands would start to shake. Shaky hands are quite a genetic thing in my family. My father had them. My sister too. And I have it. It's at its worst when I'm hungry. Try shovelling food into my mouth with a spoon and you can s

What is the problem of having worked at numerous project sites where the bulk of your teammates have left the company? Chaos. Pure and simple. When unfinished business and problems crop up, you get the call. And having current commitments and other immediate deadlines does contribute to the ugliness. Multiply me. I need clones. If possible, never stay around till the end of any project. To see it through, so to speak. Screw that. Liberate me. Things are bad enough that I find myself doubting myself, my career path. To leave. To dump the problem on someone else. I feel lonely and helpless in the matter. Sigh. I guess it is time to make my voice heard in the lofty boardrooms of the management. Before I go nuts. Save me.

Cheshire Cat Swiped from fofurasfelinas . Stolen kisses on my cheek. A silent whisper in my ear. A strong grip on my hand. A reassuring hug when I need it most. A call before I retire for the night. I stare blankly into space. A sloppy grin creeps up my face. PS: Get well soon dear...

Fatty Swiped from bayat . Repetitive Stress Syndrome. Yes, doing the same thing over and over again can be hazardous to your life. Mouse users beware of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Too much tennis, Tennis Elbow. Constant staring at computer screens-- Dry Eye Syndrome. Spend too many hours playing MMORPGs you run the risk of No Social Life syndrome. For those who know me, my eyes are already aged from all the hours in front of the CRT or LCD. Need to carry around my little bottle of artifical tears in case of attacks of burning sensation in my eyes ( kinda like the GhostRider's stare ). To make things worse, I have become the casualty of yet another kind of repetitive action. Guess where.... Too get things out of the way, let me state here that it's not something down south. Blek. I know everyone's disappointed, but I hurt my left thumb this time. The base of the thumb hurts. I was wondering how I had hurt it, then It came to me-- too much sms-ing. When I sms, I hold th

Photo-0069 Swiped from williamnyk . Of course you're all wondering, "Who the fuck is Matthew?!". Well, Matthew is an ex-colleague of mine and I must say that we had kinda lost contact with each other, these past years. We do see each other on our MSN Messenger contact lists, but we never say, "Hi!" or the other generic tegur sapa variants. So, when the other day I suddenly received a missed call from him and a message in my chatbox, I thought to myself, "He's getting married". And it turns out he was. We later arranged for a lunch meet and he passed me the "Red Bomb". Tai Thong Tropicana. Lunch. Wait a minute..... Turns out that he failed to book dinner, so lunch it had to be (wedding lunches normally happen in small towns, but a Shanghai local told me that in China, first wives have their banquets during the day time, whereas concubines have them at night. o.O). It's kinda a blessing actually, I've never been to Tropica

Photo-0070 Swiped from williamnyk . If you've been reading the papers, you'd know that the flood on the 10th of June had been hogging the headlines for a couple of days at least. Well, the dust has kind of settled, figurately, but literally it has not. The flood has left the Masjid Jamek area full of sand and the amount of people kicking it up is quite choking. On Monday ( the 11th ), I went to work like any other day. As I walked out from the Star LRT station I found it strange that the side of the roads were a little muddy and that the McD was boarded-up thyphoon warning style. I shrugged it off. As I reached the Putra LRT station, I found that grass and garbage had been wound tightly at the bottom of the Dilarang Menjaja sign post ( DBKL performs raids every other week, but the traders still come back to ply their wares ). As I walked further towards AmBank, I saw that a part of the wall separating Masjid Jamek and Sg Gombak had collapsed and that the AmBank baseme

Got milk? Swiped from OLD SKOOL Cora . Note: 'Infected' by Lanky Lex. Like some nasty strain of VD, this meme has been making its rounds among the usual suspects and it has finally landed in the dark, dank breeding ground which is my blog. Believe it or not, this is just my 2nd infection. Time to start another round of drug cocktails to suppress future outbreaks. But before that, the symptoms: 4 Jobs I've Had In My Life Freelance Tuition Teacher - I've had 2 students so far, teaching language, biology and maths for peanuts. 1 student stopped studying at Form 3, the other I don't know. Wanna be my student? Electrician's Apprentice - I worked at this job for 1 day. My spindly arms and twiggy wrists were not up to lugging metal light fixtures and scaffolding. At least I contributed 0.0001% to the building of Kuantan's first 'large' mall. Temporary Teacher - See the pattern? I was so into academia back then. I taught add maths and physics to upper se

I was home alone during the weekend again. Mum had once again gallavanted off to Kuantan, following a group of friends who are afficiandos of Senior Citizen Singing Contests. Some are judges. Some are contestants. The contestants run around trying their luck. If you can't win in KL, go to Kulai. If you can't make it big in Kulai, try Kuantan. Masyallah. . Even my sister and bro-in-law went down south to visit the Singapore Zoo and the Jurong Bird Park for some camera work. So, on Friday, after dropping mum off at her friend's place, I went off to my di 's place to join Takashi for supper. Only reached at 9:00pm. All I had to alas perut was a half-eaten box of Lian Bee full moon package from my ex-boss. It had muffins, hard-boiled eggs, gari , ang kee and portugese egg tarts. I just downed an egg and an egg tart. Due to some delays and a minor domestic dispute (:P), we only headed out at 10:00pm. Got to visit Takashi's new place at Bandar Utama. Was really nice.

Stolen kisses at the beach - invisible Swiped from abnogueir . Warning: Mini spoiler ahead. But I guess everyone has watched it already. :P. Having watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3 the other day , one particular part of the story got me thinking. The Curse of Calypso The captain of Flying Dutchman would have his heart cut out and put into a chest. He would be bound to the ship, responsible for ferrying the souls of those who had died at sea. He is only allowed to make port once every 10 years, to be with the one he loved... In the movie, Davy Jones would get down and dirty with Tia Dalma every 10 years. Ditto for Will Turner who gets to shag Elizabeth only once in 10 years. I told KH that I somewhat feel like we're in such a situation. And the great answer I got: Well, you've waited more than 25 years, so what's another decade? Blek.

Google finally in Cairo! Swiped from mnadi . Uninformative Blog Just an update on the keyword analysis of my blog: 1) Nasi Kangkang -- Don't bother looking through my archives, the low-fat alternative recipe isn't there 2) Durex Play Stained Bedding -- It stains?! 3) Xenri -- Bingo! 4) TVB Feng Shui Class -- ?! 5) Sex Taman Desa -- Errr... not much going on at my HQ le... 6) How Shah Rukh Khan Eat KFC -- With his mouth?! 7) Aussiebum To Big -- Buy smaller lor.... 8) Izzi Pizza -- Bingo! 9) Pratunam -- Bingo! 10) Apocalypto Prophecy Text -- Bingo! 11) Menoxidil -- Bingo! 12) Nasi Kangkang -- Errr... 13) Karunesh Solitude Lyrics -- Aku pun mahu... 14) Luke Harby Venice -- ?! 15) Camoufla monkey -- My cute little monkey! 16) Rose Chan Bone Setter Canada -- ?! 17) Yau Mak -- Sini bukan pasar la... 18) Aussiebum Before and After -- Before and after what? 19) Penang Pharmacy Vibrating Condom -- Penang no Guardian ah? 20) will.i.am 2007 -- Thanks for the hits Will.I

Pink flower nail manicure Swiped from e1net . Since mum wasn't home yet, I had to go to church alone. The homily was about the Holy Trinity. Three as one. One as three. The Sacred Mystery. Not to be confused with the Three Musketeers. Straight after that, I drove over to One Utama to meet my colleague YY. She wanted to get a wedding gift for her sister, YY: My sister's getting married. I need to get her something. Me: What does she like? YY: I'm thinking of getting her jewellery. Me: Har. Berlambak-lambak la relatives you akan beli... Does she wear jewellery anyway? YY: Errr... nope. Me: Get her something else then. Electrical products for the new house? (so damn practical hor?) YY: No need. Fully-furnished. (err......thinking hard......thinking hard....errr) Me & YY: Lingerie! So off we went to look for undies. Women's Secret was too teenage. Very cotton-ny and pastel-y. So it's not exactly wedding night fare. When girls are younger, they read Cleo and

New Young Pony Club Swiped from timtimothyfrance . I can give you what you want. I can make your heart beats short. I can make you ice cream, we could be a sweet team melting in your vice dreams, sport. I can be the sauce you crave. I can spell what you cant say. chocolate flavored love theme treat the treats you so mean covering your nights and days. Let me give you what you like. I can make you mouth run dry. drink me like a liquor, c'mon and dip your dipper show me what you're here for, guy. I can give you what you want. I can make your back real taunt. fantastic flavored fancies sick like Sid and Nancy wicked as a joy ride jaunt. What you want. I can give you what u want. x4 This quirky song is titled Ice Cream from UK's New Young Pony Club . It was used in the Intel Core 2 Duo Multiply Ad Campaign that is currently running wordwide. I was immediately attracted to the ad due to this song and the quirky dance that the actors do. I asked an expert opinion from

little miss egg tart Swiped from cutesypoo . Mum wasn't at home last weekend, gone gallavanting to a fundraiser in Kulai. Once again, I get some time to myself. Would have been perfect if the Significant Other was around, but it's not to be. After dropping mum off at her friend's place, I picked up KT for dinner. Had Teo Chew porride at Peng Hwa , Old Klang Road. Ordered the usual fare, stewed peanuts, french beans, century egg and salted, boiled fish. KT was picking at her food and I practically finished everything with two bowls of porridge. She had a hankering for cake, so went off to Secret Recipe , Taman Desa. However, it was closing time alredy, so we ended up at Boon Boon Cafe . Ordered a couple of ice-blended drinks, fired up the lappie to use the WiFi and browsed through Friendster for a while. That's when I received a chat message detailing that my Di is officially dating someone. Not that I didn't know, it was just some kind of open secret. Now

À hauteur de crabe... Swiped from viiny . Note: One week late, but biasalah... :P Just like my Saturday , the sabbath was not a day of rest for me either. After mass, mum and I drove down to Taman Desa to meet up with KT for breakfast at A1 Steamboat . We ordered their specialty, which is the fish head noodles. Each bowl costs a whopping RM6.50 ( ater several price increases ), but it really is quite good. You can choose from two variants-- fried ( ) or unfried ( smooth belly meat! ). You can even ask for additional rice wine if you like. Go early. They're open from 7:00am and if you go late, be prepared to wait or face disappointment. Two bowls are quite sufficient for three persons. After the late breakfast, mum left and I followed KT's car to The Curve to celebrate David's birthday. We arrived an hour early, so we visited the flea market. Mostly girls' stuff. Could tell that KT was quite bedazzled by all the handmade accessories and other trinkets, but I g

Lonely Pier by the Sea Swiped from chew33 . Away My significant other is away. Usually also away, but not so away starting from today. God, it rhymes. Anyway, we're usually separated by the Straits of Tebrau, but this time that giant parit has been dwarfed by the South China Sea. But then, does it really matter since it's basically the same? Same time zone. Same absence. Just less SMS-es. Less calls. "What's a little more distance?" , one might say. As trivial as it sounds, as silly as it sounds, as sappy as it sounds, I think I feel it. Missing you... PS: Dedicated to SK and JM too!

collagePrecious Swiped from williamnyk . Most of the time, when people go out to eat, they look for good food. However, at times, that isn't good enough. Some people look for ambience. Others demand excellent service. Of course, a place with all three would be ideal, but at end of the day, you get what you're paying for. But then, sometimes you don't get what you're paying for. We sometimes pay top dollar for diva-esque waiters, crappy food and lousy eating conditions. Getting to the point, I recently visited a quaint little restaurant in Central Market, by the name of Precious . It is like the restaurant equivalent of a boutique hotel. The interior is filled to the brim with antiques. The feel is predominantly oriental, very woody with an eclectic mix teak furniture and buddhist pieces. They serve Baba and Nyonya cuisine and the price is just slightly above average. A word of warning though, the kitchen is quite slow, even when preparing set lunches. The taste

When Someone treats you to meal, you tend not to order too much, out of politeness. But sincere and gracious hosts would order on your behalf to avoid any awkwardness. But sometimes, this is not so. I just left such a dinner and I must say that I left a little annoyed and more than a little hungry. Oh well, I am grateful anyway. But it does not mean I cannot be a little pissed. Company tab also like this. Sigh. Reached gullet, but not quite the lungs. Neither here nor there. Got to cook some mamee now.

I am posting from my phone again. I am sitting in the dark, with candles all around me and the doors thrown open. No, I am not sitting naked on the floor with a pentagram around me, smearing chicken blood on my imaginary pecs. I am just sulking in the dark, waiting for the power to come back on. Some idiotic electrician doing renovations a few houses away caused a major disruption to the power supply. Must have learned his trade out of a kemahiran hidup text book. Anyway, the TNB people are now here and are doing their job. A quick check with my neighbours reveal that most of their large electrical appliances had shorted. Fans spinning faster. Bulbs burning brighter. Like a scene from Poltergeist. Give me light. Give me electricity. Before I start stripping off... hehe.

Unruly hair Swiped from tanakawho . Saturdays have started to be a very sienz affair for me. Perhaps right up till August, I will have to be in the office on Saturdays. Just too see things through. To stare at a resource-hungry Gantt chart that cannot be fulfilled in the current timeline. I already have my people working on concurrent tasks. And the delivery dates are ridiculous. It's not like people can have Core 2 Duo CPUs to move things along. And yet my Project Managers keep on asking about the percentage completed. Just quote any number you like la... I couldn't be bothered. Whenever I work on weekends, I try to get into the office as early as possible ( sacrificing some sleep in time ) so as to be able to clock my minimum of 5 hours and leave. Last Satuday was not different. After my boss treated me lunch at Old Town Kopitiam , Central Market, I cabut . I had a couple of hours to kill before my appointment with my hairstylist, so I dashed off to Suria KLCC for some shopp

Apocalypto Swiped from williamnyk . You fear me So you should... all of you who are vile Would you like to know how you will die! The sacred time is near Beware the blackness of day Beware the man who brings the jaguar Behold him reborn from mud and earth For the are he takes you to will cancel the sky And scratch out the earth Scratch you out and end your world He's with us now... The above prophecy was brought to you by the freaky plague-ravaged girl from Mel Gibson's Apocalypto . For some reason, I was drawn to this scene. Maybe it was her crazy eyes. Maybe it was the spooky way she spoke. Maybe it was the message of death of death and destruction. Maybe it was just the idea of prophecy. As interesting as the devil speaking through the puked-out Regan from The Exorcist . I won't be doing a full-fledged movie review today. Just wanted to share this small snippet from the film. It's just a whole lotta running around and dying in horrible ways. But don't ge

chain links Swiped from KatColorado . That saying was once splashed on the side of my school block. I never gave it much thought. Friends came and went. Never bothered to keep in touch. They just faded into the background. No sense of loss. No sense of longing. Tells you much about the definition of friends. Or rather, it means I never had many to begin with. Friends normally disappear when things don't go well. When it's not convenient anymore. But sometimes, people do surprise us. My father had just passed on. No more riding pillion on his motorcycle to school. A simple offer from a classmate, "Do you want to follow my car to school?". I burst out in tears. So far, I have only a few friends I can truly count as genuine friends. I can count them on one hand, with fingers to spare. My first, JM. We knew each other since Secondary 1. We were inseparable. We had our squabbles. We had our secrets. But still, we had each other. He cared more than I could have imagined. Mo

YohjiYamamoto Swiped from redem . Sometimes we blog-hop all over the place that we forget how we come to end up at certain blogs in the first place. Links are usually overlapping and more often than not, we tend to forget about the point of entry. Anyway, through the wondrously chaotic and random ways of blog-hopping, I came to know a DanielH, who's really a very nice and down-to-earth person ( although his blog usually showcases his bitchy side and he assures me that he is usually bitchy ). When I first stumbled across his blog, he had just came back from his stint in Tokyo and I was mesmerised by his taste for all things branded and his seemingly Mariana Trench-like pockets. Since then, I had frequently visited his blog and before you know it we exchanged a few e-mails and sms-es. Me, ever being the food critic who is never short of people lining up to treat him to meals ( not voluntarily ), made DanielH decide to bring me to try a wickedly-good beef soup at Starhill Gallery. He

Silent Treatment Swiped from sazliner . Mum's at it again. The silent treatment. The best weapon in her arsenal. No banging of doors. No dumping of plates. No stomping. Just silence. She only speaks a word. "Yes". "No". Or if she likes, some stinging comment. "Do whatever you want". It's so tiring. I try to go on like nothing's wrong. I try to talk to her. But it seems futile. I sleep. In the morning, I ask her what's wrong, and she answers, "You should know what's wrong. I don't want to say". Well, so much for that. The war rages on.

Onyx Swiped from williamnyk . It's amazing. The stars must be out of sync. The apocalypse must be coming. Believe or not, I'm doing another movie post. My last movie at the cinema was Ghost Rider , a pitiful story with a pitiful storyline. Bad hair. Killer cleavage. I agreed to watch the movie just to entertain my colleague who's going away to Dubai for a working stint. Anyway, this time round, my trip to the cinema was really unplanned. After having dinner with my Di , my Mei and several other close bloggers at Restoran Mak Koh , Bangsar, we kinda just decided on a whim to catch a movie at MV ( or perhaps to stalk some people who had plans there as well, :P ). Before I continue, do allow me to turn this into a mini food post. The food at Mak Koh is nothing to shout about, but the service is quick. We ordered steamed siakap , fu yu yau mak , stewed pork with preserved vegetables, Ma Poh beancurd and fried calamari. However, the price is a little steep. But then, this is B

stair rays Swiped from ♫ marc_l'esperance . Note: My skankiest post to date. Caution advised. Take with a pinch of salt. For the past few days, I have not been getting the sleep my body deserves. Stress at work. Late nights. Naughty hands. All have led to my sleep-deprived state. In normal cases, the amount of sleep I can squeeze out of those few hours are usually not quality sleep with good REM time. However, during on of those nights, I did have a very vivid dream. I don't know if it'd due to sexual frustration ( perhaps I've gotten sick of the twins ) or a libido overdrive ( unlikely since the testosterone levels only go downhill from here ), but I had quite a skanky dream. In the dream, I was climbing a narrow metal ladder ( like the kind you see in Dr Evils's lair ) in a semi-naked state ( nothing was hanging loose, in case you're wondering ). At one point, there was a small landing. And on that tight space was a semi-cute ( why isn't there per

Lunchtime! Swiped from Triple-Y . Every single day, my colleagues and I play a game called "Where Shall We Eat Today". Although there is an abundance of eateries in a 2-mile radius of our current site, we seem to find it very difficult to decide where to eat. There's Chinese, Indian, Malay, Middle-Eastern, Western and Punjabi food in settings ranging from hawkers, fast food joints, food courts, coffeeshops to posh restaurants. And yet we ask the question- when we are at our desks, while waiting for the lift, at the building lobby and sometimes worse, when we actually walk out aimlessly in the merciless noon day sun. I look at you, you look at me. A pathetic game. So when somebody actually comes up with a suggestion, we take as a divine command and quickly head there for fear of objections, which can range from: 1) Yerr, too far la... 2) Aiyoh, so hot... go nearby la... 3) I ban that place ler... so salty. 4) Nothing to eat one there. 5) So late where got place to

Stale Bread Swiped from mekuno . Warning: This is a REALLY stale post. Immune-suppressed individuals should take extreme caution and consult your healthcare professional. I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel here. I though this too late to post ages ago, so I left it in my archives. However, I'm feeling a little nostalgic.... ( and desperate ) about the old days, of how it used to be... so here. When two thirds of the Unholy Trinity get together with the Orginiser for dinner, one would expect an overwhelming reponse. However, it seems that the magic doesn't work that way. Perhaps we're missing David's magic touch. Alex's exclusive appearance failed to reel in the crowds of adoring peers in, or perhaps we went wrong somewhere. With just the three of us, it kinda ended up as a committee meeting. All was not lost as it turned out to be quite the "fancy and quiet" affair that Alex was looking for. Of course , our kind of "fancy"