will i am's delayed diary

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"

collage xenri Swiped from williamnyk . In the past, Mother's Day has always been a simple affair, because my mother's birthday is always celebrated about a week before it. So we kind of kill two birds with one stone. And we get to avoid the crowds because past experiences have not been pretty. Overcrowding in restaurants. Mixed up orders. 5 course dinners ending up as 2 course dinners because the remaining 3 dishes somehow fail to show up before all the food is wiped off the table by overly-hungry and irate diners. Rude waitresses ( Don't know why so many people!? No need money ar?! ). However, this year, we actually celebrated Mother's Day since my brother couldn't make it to her birthday celebration due to weddings and full moon celebrations in Singapore. Although earlier deciding not go Japanese again this year ( sis and bro-in-law really not keen because basically, sashimi, wasabi, miso and sushi rice do not agree with them, so what else is left? ), we

Art of War Swiped from Emerging Birder . For those of you who know me personally ( for those of you who have a glimpse of my personal life through my cryptic posts, I salute thee for sensing the problems that I'm in, or if you don't get what write at times, that's cool too as ignorance is bliss. We have enough of our own shit. ), you would know that these past couple couple of weeks have been a bit tumultuous for me and my mum in terms of our relationship. Our disagreement on the way I live one part of my life is a bone of contentment between us. And the problem is not made easier by the fact that we live under the same roof. Be it as it may, we have reached a stalemate for the time being. But I like to see it as the calm before the storm. As Leggie asked the other day: Leggie: So, how's the war going? Me: What war? Leggie: The War of the Worlds. Me: Oh. THAT. I'm still placing my troops. And she's doing the same. It's not like I have to portray my