will i am's delayed diary

receiver Originally uploaded by trudi_ . Years back, I've been told that I sound differently over the phone. Having been told that, I have never verified it myself as I can't very well put two phones over both my ears and make a call. Never thought of leaving a message on a friend's voice mail and then listening to it. This thought resurfaced recently when I made a video recording with my digital camera and it captured my speech. My reaction was: Do I *REALLY* sound like that?! I sound different in my head. Outside, it's kinda....... umm.... nasal?! Having your voice distorted over copper wires is one thing, but to sound differently to what I myself hear is .... I dunno, a bit freaky. It's not like I like to listen to the sound of my own voice, but I imagine that I sound cooler than that. But then, my friend verifies it. "That *IS* your voice" Oh well. At least I don't sound like the BM voice over guys for Doraemon. On the other hand, I'v

kclin Originally uploaded by williamnyk . After loads of inane posts, I'm back to food posts. Back to my roots. Recently had lunch with a bunch of colleagues at Rehoboth Natural Health Land , Kuchai Lama. One among the myriad of organic shops in the Klang Valley. This particular shop is the brainchild of Dr K.C. Lin (a PhD holder, I presume). The premises are full of his books and a whole shelf of paranoid books from CAP-- the ones where you need to throw out everything from your: Medicine cabinet - Watch that paracetamol intake Beauty stash - Beware of the suspected dangers of PG and PEG Pantry - Don't pop that rainbow coloured cereal into your mouth just yet Wardrobe - Guys, throw out that microfibre underwear if you don't want static electricity frying your swimmers Still, I don't know the guy. The story goes that his mother was stricken with cancer, and after eating healthy (the K.C. Lin way), his mother is now a cancer survivor and he would like to share

Nate's new (now DECEASED) frog Originally uploaded by phrenophile . This is my first lesson in a fortnight. I skipped the last one because they were closed on month ends. And this time, I went on Sunday (coz I was zombie-fied on Saturday). The crowd was fantastic. Kids everywhere. A collision course in all directions. Another instructor today-- Vincent. Might conform to Zeemien's requirements. Strict. Ala drill sergeant. Precise movements. Got plenty of corrections and pointers from him. Got flamed as well. If you keep standing around, how am I gonna see how you swim? If you don't see you swim, how can I correct you? Corrected my breathing ( Inhale into your lungs! Not your cheeks! ). Corrected my stroke ( higher! More to the side! can you feel the difference now?! ). Learned to breathe mid-stroke ( face down, blow bubbles, 1, 2, 3, up for air, hands stroke -- I still don't get it. He showed me 10 times! ). But I'm still as coordinated as a drunken juggler

hair Originally uploaded by bunchofpants . A recent series of events have asserted the fact that I'm quite bad with faces. Most of the time, I get a notion of familiarity from the faces I see, but then I'm not quite sure. If the face really registers in my brain, most of the time I forget the name that goes with it. Some time back, I met with an colleague that I had worked with a couple of years back in Bangkok. She looked familiar and I had the guts to ask if she went to the same university as me. Guess what? She remembered me, and even my name. Boy, was I red in the face. Fast forward to a few days back ( this sounds a bit like an oxymoron ), I met a new colleague. I had a tickle in my brain again, but I ignored it. Once again, my forgetfulness got the better of me. Turns out she was my coursemate and also knows my name... Ehehe. I have also met with another coursemate on the LRT, I also forgot his name. And his face even. :P. This reveals a little about my universi

Web 1.0 Summit: My Garage, San Francisco Originally uploaded by merlinmann . I'm back. Went AWOL for days due to lack of "connectivity". My laptop's still not back. I'm tempted to post pictures on the back of milk cartons. WARNING: This post contains geeky content in excess of the FDA's safety limit. Even the pic is hazardous to one's health. The last weekend really had me spinning. On Friday night, I met up with CPK and his financial controller on Friday night to discuss a freelance job. It's basically an enhancement job, but I'm tempted to redo the thing since it has not been in production yet. The prototype they showed me was developed in with Microsoft Access 2000 with VBA. Crude. But it basically covered all the requirements of reporting and data entry. However, it was littered with misc. bugs that I have no idea how to fix. The advantage of working on the prototype is that 90% of the work is done, but I don't know how the "s

Sigh, I'm without my laptop now. When I signed the asset possession form at the office, I filled in a remark that the laptop had a defect when I received it (a dent at the corner, definitely from physical impact-- macam Kancil sendol punggung Wira ). So, the admin staff had a cow. Complained that I should've reported the matter earlier (the laptop was used in a previous training session and wasn't assigned to me after that, so I didn't care), insinuated that I may have damaged it, blah, blah, blah. The whole tai chi scenario. Anyways, they grudgingly took it back for a replacement. And you know what? It will take a week. Woo hoo. If they don't get me a decent workstation soon, tak yah kerjalah

panadol Originally uploaded by williamnyk . I took this photo at the Taman Tun Market . At a famous soya bean stall that has pictures of political figures who have tasted its soya bean. Both our most recent PMs have have their pictures on the wall, but it doesn't mean they liked it. :P. Your mind is more powerful than a Panadol Tell this someone with a history of migraine and they'll give you a bitter laugh. The mind is definitely a powerful tool, but I think most of us lack the mind power and mental capacity to block off pain in an effective way. At best, we are able to distract ourselves from the feeling, but to be completely numb to it, I don't think so. Even analgesics can't work wonders. But there are exceptions to the norm of course. One of my close friends JM, advocate the concept of mind over matter. Most of the time, he shrugs off his illness. He wills himself to be better. Even when he does take Panadol as a last resort, he doesn't swallow them, h