will i am's delayed diary

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...

ODP , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Woke up early the next morning to meet Tater and friends for brunch. Of course it was difficult for us to get out of bed. Tangled and craving for each other. We weighed the time needed for a quite roll in the bed vs the time needed to actually get ready and go out... No time to go all the way! For breakfast ( other than the sausage and eggs ), KH made me yoghurt with cranberries. Alamak , so cold and sour! Where's my steaming bowl of noodles? Oh well. Anyway, we were a bit late for the brunch meet-up. Open Door Policy a quaint little place nestled in the old Tiong Bahru neighbourhood. For some reason, many boutique cafes are opening up in the area. Wonder if the senior citizens are pissed that their quiet abode is now being invaded. Walked all the way to the back into the sunlight-filled space and found Tater, his boyfriend BenX, and his friends visiting from the US-- Minx and Nathaniel. Finally met Benx, one of the main reasons that Tat...

Fly to Freedom , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. SK was still in between jobs, so she was able to send me to KLIA on Friday morning. Upon arrival, we experienced something very "Malaysia Boleh". We drove into the covered carpark and was presented with three lanes to choose from. A guard was sitting at side seemingly controlling traffic. Seeing that the third lane was clear, we proceeded there. However, we had to reverse out because the boom gate did not respond. Guard: Apasal you pergi sana? SK: Tak cakap tak boleh pun. Guard: Sebab itu saya duduk sini! Moi: (kesiannya kamu) I was so surprised that the management saw fit to place a guard just to serve a function that could have been effectively done by a standy or a simple sign. Perhaps this is why unemployment rates in the country ain't too bad. Had breakfast at McDonald's before proceeding to the boarding gate. The flight took a little longer cause the landing was delayed by a foreign object on the landing str...

Kampua , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Woke up on Saturday morning having a craving for nasi lemak . Drove out to the nearby shops to buy a packet or two for breakfast. The first stall that I stopped at told me that there wasn't anymore rice left. Feeling dejected but hopeful, I moved on to the next stall. I saw the makcik wrapping up a packet of nasi lemak . She looked at me and before I could my mouth, she uttered the hated words, " Nasi habis ". Boooo! Ended up buying thosai garing at Restoran QQ Nasi Kandar instead. The fella wrapped it up like I was buying wrapping paper. At 11:00am, I sent SK's car to the Perodua service centre in Puchong Jaya. Met up with her there and we both went for lunch at Restoran Strawberry Puchong recommended by Pikey. At first I thought it was a proper restaurant, but it turned out to be a kopitiam . Ordered the kampua and some weird thin meat dumplings with even weirder spelling called bian nvk . Yes people, it's spelt w...

Birthday Tea , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. On National Day, I woke up at 6:00am and rushed over to Dataran Merdeka to wave little flags and show fake patriotism BN style in the hopes of getting breakfast money. But you know that ain't true. Work up like any other work day and went for breakfast with SK at my neighbourhood kopitiam . After that, I went over to my sister's place to bring mum her breakfast and play with my nephew. Lunch was porridge which mum whipped up. Later in the afternoon, SK and I went out to Pavillion. I was supposed to go home to change, but I left my house keys at my sister's place. Was lazy to make a U-turn, so I just went in my tank top and boardshorts. One would argue that that is THE way to dress up when going to Pavillion, but the air-conditioning was a little too much for me. Our first stop was TWG. Not for afternoon tea, but just for SK to buy some tea. Freaking expensive stuff. Each cotton and stictched tea bag came to about MYR4 p...