will i am's delayed diary

New Spec Old Spec Swiped from williamnyk . Hi people! I'm back from Bangkok (BKK), not BangCock (BCK) as some people like to put it. No such banging going on. I will write about my trip once I can find the time to compose my thoughts in a coherent manner. In the meantime, enjoy yourselves with this filler post. Hehe. Gotten my new spectacles from David's ( thanks! ) shop some weeks back. I had thought that my power had increased through a cursory check at those machines at the store-front of optical houses. However, after a thorough check by David at his shop, I had found that my power has been stable for the past 2 years. Yay! My suspicions that my power had increased was just tiredness from all the LCD-screen-staring I do all day long. Perhaps all the billberry supplements I've been taking thus far has actually done some good. Anyway, decided to get another pair as a spare and a slight change in look. Rims these days all are quite thick and in-your-face. I, howev

Victory Monument @ Bangkok Swiped from SooHK in Lens . Hey guys and gals. I'll be off to BKK from Wednesday till Monday. Trying to clear some of my 51 odd days of annual leave. Hehe. So no posts till then, unless I get some kind of internet connection. Toodles!

Shoes Swiped from williamnyk . Famil tagged me ages ago and I brushed it off due to the fact that I don't have quite enough weirdness in my life. Well folks, I've finally dug and dug and found enough to publish. It's quite difficult saying what we do as weird because it has become so intrinsic, so routine. Only an outsider would find it weird. Quite impossible to figure it out by ourselves. Here goes nothing: 1) I count my bath water Since years ago, I've always bathed using the gayung . No showers for me. No baththubs. As such, I always count the number of scoops I use. There's a pattern to it- (3) -> soap / cleanser / shampoo -> (6) -> scrub -> (8). So water-saving hor? 2) I don't like to splash my pee If I pee into those tandas duduk , especially in public toilets, I always make sure that my stream of piss does not hit the water directly. Quietness is the key. Don't now why... Don't want to disturb the peace? Don't want to di

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.

Giftcollage Swiped from williamnyk . Recently, I received an e-mail from Samsung Fun Club (SFC) stating that I had won the "Tony" Prize of their "Ultra Honour" contest. Don't jump around pulling your hair yet, I didn't win an Ultra Edition Samsung phone. The contest featured 3 of their spokespersons, and all you had to do was take an "Ultra Personality" test and write a little something at the end ( I forget ). The prizes are awarded according to the personality you matched: 1) Rizalman - A Rizalman T-Shirt. 2) Bernard Chauly - An autographed Bernard Chauly postcard ( is he famous? ). 3) Tony - Samsung Premiums ( who? ). Being the smart one as always, KH translated Samsung Premiums as "Samsung marketing freebies". I got the following: 1) A really cool Ultra Edition paper bag. 2) An aluminium CD holder. 3) A business card holder. 4) A SFC keychain. 5) A SFC handphone strap. 6) A note holder. 7) A notepad. 8) A thermos. Gifts.

Janji Joni Swiped from pohoncemara . I recently organised a small ex-coursemate gathering and of the 7 that were contacted, only 3 turned up. The rest responded very late only to disappoint. It's so very annoying. Yes is Yes. No is No. Don't leave people hanging. Sigh. I am very thankful to Egg for being the easiest to deal with: Egg: I would like to join. What time? Place? Me: Sunday. Melaka Street Restaurant, SS2. 7:00pm. Egg: OK, no problem. See you there. Here are a few examples of pengz friends: YC: Err... is the gathering still on? Me: Sunday. Melareet Restaurant, SS2. 7:00pm. YC: Har! Not in shopping mall ar..? Me: No. YC: I see la if my bf want to come along. Me: Means you can come la, but just want your bf to come along? YC: Err.. nvm. Just ignore me. Me: Can do. ( &^%$#$@ ) Another keeper: Trumpet: Err... is the gathering still on? Me: Sunday. Melaka Street Restaurant, SS2. 7:00pm. Trumpet: Who else is coming? Me: So far only me, KK and Egg has confirmed

IMG_3305 Swiped from williamnyk . A little bit more of my CNY recap . It's still not Chap Goh Mei yet ( go throw bananas into Tasik Taman Jaya ), so I'm allowed. For years and years, CNY would always involve a trip to Teluk Intan. However, instead of north, we headed south this year. For winter. No. To visit my nomadic uncle in Tangkak. So early CNY2, my mum, my bro and I got up early and drove down the PLUS highway. Reached it in under 2 hours and thank God there are no trunk roads to ply. The exit is near enough the town. QUite an impressive place really. I expected just one main road, but it actually has several. Banks aplenty. 7-11s aplenty. Even has a thriving textile business. Food is bloody cheap. RM2.00 can get you a big bowl of curry noodles. And when I paid RM1.00 for a dhosa, I got RM0.40 change ( was a little stunned ). My uncle met us for breakfast and later brought us to where he crashes. He actually lives above some shoplots in a makeshift temple. He&#

IMG_3365 Swiped from williamnyk . I am who I am. Not the tacky Michael Wong song, but accepting someone for who they are- all their virtues and shortcomings. . Light of my Life. Not some buthane commercial, but shedding light into someone's soul, drawing out their innermost thoughts and feelings. Vis-a-vis. Face to face. Heart to heart. A genuine connection. . Kind. One of a kind. My kind of person. A heart overflowing with kindness, gentleness, sincerity and patience. Heaven on Earth. Make the best of what we have now. Treasure it. Our own little heaven on earth. .

hoboh5 Swiped from williamnyk . Not the hobo yang kusut-masai , nor the Hokkien greeting, "How are you?", but actually the name of a province in China that is quite synonymous with the Hakka poeple. The dialect kinda sounds like an inaccurate version of Cantonese in my opinion, hence I get to understand bits and pieces of conversations. But due to the same reason, I find it difficult to speak, because it just goes against my Cantonese conditioning. Don't worry, I'm not doing a linguistics post here. If you're a returning visitior to my blog, you would know by now that this is yet another FOOD post. Tada! You either love me for it or hate me for it. The restaurant this time is Restoran Ho Boh . Just opposite the road from Mee Jawa . The place serves "authentic" ( I have no way to verify this ) Hakka dishes and their specialty is the Lui Cha . For those of you who do not know, it's white rice with garnishing of dried prawns, leeks, dried tofu

AhSteve Swiped from williamnyk . What is art? I don't really know. I've watched arty-farty foreign films with weird scripts, naked men and women ( porn is art, art is porn? If that is the case, I'm practically an expert, :D ) and senseless camera angles. Some I liked, most I brushed off as crap. I've watched Cirque Du Soleil's Quidam and the explosion of sights and sounds in front me was mesmerising. And yet I left confused. I've watched tragic musicals and heard Chinese orchestra pieces, and I found the folksy stuff very close to my heart. I've been to art galleries and photography exhibitions, but I can't find myself too engrossed in anything I see. So continuing on my road of "non-discovery", I've been introduced to a piece of performing arts-- Ah Steve . A play, to be exact. After a great ( and expensive ) dinner at Xenri , Old Klang Road, KH and I headed over to The Actors Studio , Bangsar shopping Center. My car was dying o

SwissGarden Swiped from williamnyk . Every day, our contact information are mongered by our credit card companies, banks, etc, to mailing lists and marketing databases. These days, receiving calls, e-mails and snail mail is quite a gauntlet. One is bombarded with offers of loans, insurance policies, credit cards and everything under the sun. However, the most novel one I received so far was a call from the Swiss Garden Vacation Club . Apparently, I was "selected" from a list of 100 privileged customers to receive an absolutely free 3D/2N stay at Swiss Garden Hotel KL, Swiss Garden Resort & Spa Kuantan or Swiss Court Holiday Apartment Damai Laut. The catch- listen to a 45 minute presentation. After receiving more than 4 calls to confirm my attendance, I arrived at the place on a Sunday evening ( chose that slot because got food, hehe ). Arrived there. Had my fill of the GARAM goreng mee-hoon , fried chicken, cakes and coffee. After half hour, still nobody attended

collage Swiped from williamnyk . I remember reunion dinner to be a real big affair when I was a kid. Every, my family would travel hundreds of miles from Kuantan to Teluk Intan to congregate at my late uncle's place. My late grandmother also was also living with him at that time. At my end, it was us tiga adik-beradik , whereas I had another 5 cousins. We'd tear up the house each day. Played with thunder kings, moon travellers, red crackers and sparklers. Ah, those were the days when you could legally blow up stuff. Lion dance performances were so much livelier with red crackers. All the elders would be busy preparing food and performing religious ceremonies that were of little interest. Would stay up late to welcome the God of Fortune. Mandarin oranges and peanuts everyday until you felt like puking. Come reunion dinner, All the grown ups would sit at one table, while the kids at another. All would sit down to a big meal. As the years passed, most of my cousins got ma

MsSunway Swiped from williamnyk . Check out the finalists for the Ms Sunway 2007 Princess paegent-- the one's marked with a crown. If you look closely enough, you'll find that some finalists should even be in the final 10, and some who are left out should be in. But I guess watching America's Next Top Model has taught me that a photogenic person is not necessarily beautiful in person. And a beautiful person does not necessarily photograph well. It's quite a tall order to fill really. To know how to make love to the camera and at the same time have a stunning presence. Oh well, youth and beauty is fleeting, we'll have to make the best of it, and save up the thing that matters most, the beauty of the heart and the soundness of the mind. PS: I can soooo become Janice Dickinson at times...

200604 theatre sails Swiped from superciliousness . In conjunction with the 50th Anniversary of the Establishment of Diplomatic Relations between Japan and Malaysia, The Japan Foundation (JFKL) and Embassy of Japan in Malaysia, in cooperation with Ministry of Culture, Art and Heritage, Istana Budaya, The Asano Foundation for Taiko Cultural Research, Japan Club Kuala Lumpur and JACTIM supported by Hotel Nikko presented a free drum concert by Hono-O-Daiko . It's a renowned Japanese group of women drummers, accompanied by music performers group, Tokyo Dageki Dan. Seeing that it was free, SK, Jack & I decided to try to get advanced tickets from the JFKL office. But since it was located at Menara Citibank, the advance tickets were quickly snapped up by those working in the vicinity. Not all hope was lost, there was still a chance to get tickets just before the concert itself. The website stated that 200 tickets were to be given out at Istana Budaya before the show. So, SK a