will i am's delayed diary

walking with a ghost Swiped from tinkletango . Jase, my unofficial adik angkat ( every anak bongsu's wish, I think, to have a little bro ) was nice enough to teach me mahjong the other day. He and his housemate Mdm. Neo ( kakakaka ) introduced me to the world 3-person mahjong. She was obviously bored out of her skull and her hands were itching to play ( I suspect she wakes up in the middle of the night to polish the mahjong set and talks to them, lol ). I was slow to absorb the rules of the game and it does require some shrewd thinking. All the possible combinations to win. The gears in my head were really groaning, trying hard to turn... Since young, I hated all games academic in nature. Never took up chess. In the case of computer games, I frown upon strategy games, preferring instead beat-'em-ups and shoot-'em-ups. Give me instant gratification. Cheat codes? Bring 'em on! Being the mahjong virgin, I had beginner's luck, winning a couple of rounds, much to Mdm Ne

Wheel Of Fortune Swiped from kris247 . Note: I adapted this from a job e-mail I received from Jobstreet.com Age: 17-25 years Gender: Preferrably male with pleasant demeanour. Experience: None required. Training will be provided. However, those with deskjob exposure will be an added advantage. Job: _ _ _ _ _ _ _. Reminds me of hangman and Wheel of Fortune. Let the games begin!

Photo-0399 Swiped from williamnyk . Note: Back to regular programming. Thanks for the support, guys and gals. Every year or so, SK, FK and I hop onto the PLUS highway, heading due north. We get off at the Linggi, Pedas exit. From there onwards we follow a short trunk road to the sleepy town of Linggi where you can get a haircut for less then $5 and not give a damn if your front door's not locked. Only 45 minutes from Port Dickson. Specific destination-- Kg. Tarzan . Definitely not the home of Tarzan & Jane, but I'm sure there's an Ah Chan living somewhere among the fruit orchards (durians aplenty and dragon fruits even) and fishing holes. The reason we go there is because it's the hometown of a friend, CK. It seems that everytime we come, he would have an extra niece ( his sister conveniently dumps her children with her mother everytime she gets knocked up while she works in Sinapore with her husband ). Currently 2 rascals are there with 1 on the way. Pity

After the Storm Swiped from Don_Gato . How often is it that we knock into someone at the mall and we instinctively say, "I'm sorry", without even making a conscious, sometimes even neglecting the slightest of eye contact. How sincere is that apology. Or is it just something that has been drummed into our putty-like minds when we were young. Perhaps just a facade, a defence mechanism we use to shut the wronged party up, to avoid persecution. But then, it might not always work. Sometimes even after delivering the sincerest of apologies, with eyes full of regret, the wronged party glares at us, signalling that "sorry" is really a sorry sight indeed. "Sorry no cure" so to speak. But in such cases, it can't be helped. We have done our part, and if they do not want to grant the absolution, we can only pray they will in the future to release that grudge. I forgive you and please forgive me. In love it is quite a different story. I have once discu

San Marco Square. 4AM Swiped from Mr Luke Harby . Have you ever felt that your head is occupied by a piece of stone? Is it brain freeze? Is it writers' block? Is it the mind going blank? Is it futility? Do you get that sinking feeling in your heart at times? Is it indigestion? Is it heart congestion? Is it the blues? Is it longing? Is this post going anywhere? Truth. Pain. Lies. Pain. Either way. Betrayal.

collageBentong Swiped from williamnyk . As promised, this is the prequel to my CGM post. During the day, I was actually gallavanting in Bentong . The Catholic commnunity there arranged a big Chap Goh Mei celebration at a school hall there. My mum, SK and I took a chartered bus there with 30 others. We arrived after an hour or so. As with Tangkak , I was most impressed with the size of the town. Many were already there, pouring out of other buses from KL and the east coast. Just as the bus stopped, most of the passangers scrambled down to use the loo. Due to the lack of signage, it was chaos. Toilets had turned unisex, with auntie's running around in them while the men eased themselves at the urinals! Pengz. Nothing much was going on in the hall, mostly people mingling, looking at some exhibiton booths and having breakfast. Some people were trying to solve "lantern riddles". Hate those IQ questions and riddles. Chinese ones are even more absurd. Others were watch

NYC Subway Encounter Swiped from centaurpics . What does it mean when strangers smile at you on the LRT? 1) They want to pass on some joy into your otherwise bleak day. 2) There's a booger hanging from your nose. 3) Your fly is open. 4) Someone is wearing an "I'm with Stupid" T-shirt beside you. 5) You simply attract weirdos. Well, I'm asking because I was recently on the receiving end of some unwanted but "flattering" attention ( in a weird sorta way ) from some strangers at the Ampang Park LRT station the other day. Frankie had walked me to the station after standing in line to buy a Spicy Beef Foldover from McD ( yes folks, the perfect way to spend lunchtime with your friends ). As I walked down to the station, I noticed 2 Thai nationals there waiting as well. Obvious tourists with backpacks and floppy hats. Eary 30s perhaps. One was short ( henceforth referred as shorty ) and the other one was taller and dark ( henceforth referred as darky.