will i am's delayed diary

collage3 Swiped from williamnyk . A colleague and The Searcher recommended me to visit The Ancient City of Muang Boran . It's 40 minutes away from the hustle-bustle of Bangkok, located in Samut Prakan. It's basically Thailand's history, culture, architecture and art all condensed into 320 acres of land the shape of Thailand. Think of it as Mini Malaysia, only *much* better and less cheesy. It boasts of 112 attractions in 6 sections. The entrance fee is THB300, inclusive of bicycle rental or a tram ticket. We took one double bicycle and a golf cart. It was a sweltering day and shade was few and far in between. At the start, we were very keen to see the sights. Took many photos. But as we went on, the attractions were losing their lustre. All of 'em started looking the same. And the sun was unforgiving. Towards the end, we were hurrying ourselves through, just giving the magnificent structures cursory glances and quick photo shoots. However, while we were at t

Photo-0440 Swiped from williamnyk . I'm not talking about Luc Beeson's movie here, but literally taxis. Of late, I've been relying on them to get to work because I have to go to Taman Tun Dr Ismail and there is no easy way to get there with public transport from where I live. So, each morning, my mother drops me off at Old Klang Road and I hail a cab to go to work. I've noticed that most of the taxi drivers I've met are quite interesting. Here are a few examples: Driver 1: Uncle Wong Uncle Wong looks like a nice enough guy. He's the kind of driver who will make small talk you even though you ignore him. Talk about paying to be tortured. But most of the time, I will layan them coz the jams at OKR are no pretty sight and it can get helluva boring. However, Uncle Wong has one trait that is quite scary-- one second he will be talking to you, the other second, he'll transform into a road bully. The transition takes less than 0.005 seconds (something like Gaban).

Teriyaki Chicken ala William Swiped from williamnyk . Ever since I mentioned my Teriyaki Chicken , it has been getting a lot of airtime on my blog recently for mysterious reasons. Jase wants. Eric wants it. KH wants it. On the other hand, only Robb was interested in the humble beginnings of my teriyaki chicken which I will mention briefly here: (Heat waves in the air, signalling a flashback) 3 years ago, in Jakarta: The mundane diet (food court, fast food, food court, fast food, ad infinitum) my colleagues and I had to endure working over at Jakarta as lowly-paid migrant workers had forced us to cook on weekends just to keep our sanity and keep our arteries plaque free. So, every weekend, we'd all contribute in the kitchen by either cooking or cleaning up. On one fateful week, I decided to whip up my famous Teriyaki Chicken. Whole chicken drumsticks. Deboned. Marinated in light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and a generous helping of pepper. That's it (don't be disappoi

Swiped from Xie Kitchen . Recently, I've been hearing a lot about people voicing out their need to be pampered, protected, taken care of. They want to feel secure in the arms of their significant other. It can be said that the provider of that security and comfort has to do more "work". But I guess it depends on the person. Some people like to be the provider, some like to be the receiver. But it seems that most people I have talked to regarding this wants to be on the receiving end. Don't we all? But herein lies the catch. If everyone wants to be pampered, who'd be left to do the pampering? Where is the balance? At the end of the day, we don't want each other to be "tired out", being tied down by too much expectations...

As usual, work is shitty, especially terrible after my long holiday in Bangkok. The wheels turn, albeit slowly and groan as they go. Decided to let it all slide and join ex-coursemates for dinner at Big Tree Stump at Imbi. We met at Borders BTS and i managed to buy a cheap copy of Dune. Jase warned me it's boring. God, i hope not as bad as LOTR. BAck to food. Great hor fun, but lousy service. heh. Later spent a little bit of time at KTZ for double-boiled wintermelon. After that, played mahjong at Jase and Madam Neos. Good service this time. Junk food and even vodka with pomegranite juice was served. I won some and lost some. Luckily didnt go through with Erics earlier dare of strip mahjong. Hehe. We were a bit high with talk of bananas and other crap. Adjourned at two and the whole group sent me home. firsthand experienced madam neos look ma, no hands driving style. We all arrived home safely in one piece. Thanks be to God. haha.

collage Swiped from williamnyk . Alright people, here's the lo-down of my FAMILY trip to Bangkok. So no need to ask me about Sala Daeng and Patpong. :P. Anyway, I took Air Asia. The return flight ticket was about $350. It was my first time flying from LCCT ( insufficient signage! ) and I must say, the place is quite impressive. They were not joking about the low cost bit. Heh. The design is all quite flat. Quite shallow. The check-in counters are kind of smushed with the immigration part and let's not get started with the boarding gates. Every "gate" opens to the tarmac. It doesn't really matter which "gate". One has to walk up and down the stairs, from the fore or aft of the plane. Walking down is quite cool, reminds me of United States Presidents landing at military base somewhere in the mid-west. You pause, then wave your hand. Haha. Anyway, the flight was quite ok. Nice seats. But as usual, nothing's free on Air Asia, except the seating

Nasi Goreng ala William Swiped from williamnyk . Another filler... kakaka. Came home and found that mum was not at home. Called mum and she had forgotten to ask me to kau tim dinner myself. Not wanting to wait for her to ta pau , I decided to cook whatever was in the fridge. Already too hungry. Luckily there was leftover rice, purple cabbage ( yes KH, they do come in this colour. You'll find them in McD's foldovers ), eggs, and fish slishes ( thawed! Thank God! ). Fried the fish and the rest I dumped into the fried rice.The final result was OK la, the presentation not exactly good la ( I'm not the Delacroix of the kitchen ), but it was edible. Washed it down with a glass of milk. Satisfying. Beats the time when my chicken teriyaki nearly caught fire. :P. PS: Di, don't laugh at my cooking!

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

SingSengNam Swiped from williamnyk . A picture taken at Restoran Sin Seng Nam , Leboh Pasar Besar. A really old coffeeshop. So-so food. Stuffy. Even retained original service staff ( read: old uncles ). The picture is sooo Alex Photobook material too. Haha. I wish.

MonkeyCanon Swiped from williamnyk . When SK announced to me that Cho ( my junior from F6 ) had arranged an excursion to Kg. Kuantan, Kuala Selangor to see fireflies, I was quite hesitant. My hesistance stemmed from my sister's opinion that it just looks like lampu lip-lap on trees. Her perception is not wrong, it does look like lampu lip-lap on trees! But lemme get to that later. So, we went in 2 cars-- your's truly, my mum ( I'm such a good son, and a bad friend ), SK, Cho, KiamHoe ( Cho's housemate ) and Peng ( SK's housemate ). A nearly 1 hour 45 minute drive. I really hate driving on trunk roads-- the lorries, the constant need to overtake, potholes, slow-moving traffic, lawless drivers near villages, etc... But the roads are so much better now than from when I was a kid. I marvel at how my late dad used to drive up all the way from Kuantan to Hilir Perak using those roads. I remember passing the time by reading every single signboard, counting cars

Nutri Drink Swiped from williamnyk . I'm no legal expert, but if I'm not mistaken, under the Direct Selling Act, direct sellers can't open shops to ply their wares. They must do their business directly , straight to the customer. However, it has become ironic that certain direct sellers have found a loop hole in the legislation. They open shops to indirectly sell their products. One good example is the Nutrition Club in OUG. Just barely a couple of months old. Not exactly selling direct selling products, but they sell protein shakes that are made using those poducts. Ala carte, one set costs RM15.90 (lime juice, protein shake + fruits and vegetables du jour + unlimited hibscus ocha ), but if you sign up for 10-day or 30-day courses, you get a significant discount. Business is quite brisk, since the shop is located at the bustling OUG market. Plenty of aunties and ladies of leisure who are concerned about their health. Service is personalised, where everyone know

twin sausages Swiped from plhu . Note: This is a REALLY stale post. Fresh one's are preserved over at Robb and David's blogs respectively. Due to some last minute work on Saturday, I arrived at the gathering a fashionable 1.5 hours late. My tardiness also dragged the Godfather down since he was my responsiblity. Hungry, tired and stinky after a whole day out, I was really ravenous. The guys were so kind to have actually pre-ordered some food for us. Before you go awwwwwwwwwwwwww , read on first: Me: Food. Food. Food. I need food. Liars: Hey, eat this first. We know you'd be hungry. Me: (eyeing the suspicious looking sausage) Errrmm. This is like just off the grill, I'll eat it later. Liars: Eat la. Come on, we specially bought for you guys. Me: (with much trepidation I put my lips to the red, angry-looking sausage) Eerrr. This is SPICY! Liars: Not spicy la, it's just the heat. Me: (bite off a chunk and swallow) Yikes! (I run off to order food with tears str

WeddingBarf Swiped from williamnyk . Followed KH to his friend's wedding the other day at PJ Old Town and boy was it fun. We arrived not long after at the bride's place not long after the groom's entourage arrived. The bride's place had a "new village" feel to it, a wooden house nestled between large concrete bungalows. But it was apt, as a tradition that was laid out for generations of Chinese was replayed there that day. The groom was looking resplendent in white, with his beng -ish and even beng -er posse. His supporters all wore white, but with stripes. A coordinated affair it seems. By the time we arrived, the first salvo had already been fired as one of the groom's party was already heaving his guts out at the drain outside. In the picture, it may look like the other guy is givig him a golden shower, but believe me, he's just passing him a tissue. :P. By the time they managed to get into the house, another commotion ensued. The whole bun

redundies Swiped from williamnyk . CNY is just around the corner and the signs are already around us: 1) Roads jam up for no apparent reason. 2) Bank account balances dwindle for no apparent reason. 3) The aroma of bak-kwa is wafting from sidewalk grills. 4) You can grill bak-kwa on the sidewalk. 5) Shops are going dong-dong-chang . 5) Wallets are also going dong-dong-chang . 6) Souvenir shops are bursting with CNY pig-themed decorations. 7) People are already starting to eat like pigs. 8) Clothes on dislay are getting redder and redder. 9) Undies on display are getting redder and redder. Head on to your nearest department store and start girding those loins with primal red undies and prosperity couplets! PS: Thanks for all the concern. I appreciate it. :D

I know Ive been posting heavier stuff these days and some people have been concerned. Thanks for noticing that Im a bit off track these days guys and gals. Dont worry, I see that my orbit will be stabilising soon. I will retreat to my shell soon enough, my feelings have been getting too much sun lately anyway. Heh. Stay tuned kids, the regular programming will return soon enough. Keep your fingers crossed. Im fine, I really am.

Why do we say the things we say? Do the things we do? Think the thoughts we have? Why do we like some people, despise others? Why are we cynical about certain matters and more optimistic about others? Why do we belittle someone elses experience and glorify our own? Why do we make fun of others when certain situations happen, but shrug them off when it happens to us? Why does shit happen? An act of God or just some random coincidence that plagues our chaotic existence? Do you really love that person, or its just some complex mix of potent and heady hormones and chemicals fogging your mind and slapping a sloppy grin on your face? What the fuck am I rambling about? And why cant I use an apostrophe when Im posting through my phone?! Pray tell...

Day three of the walkthrough at the Tower. My boss is talking like a madman. Simply talk, simply promise. Big drops of sweat bead my forehead. -_-".

As we get older, the things that we used to like, the food we used to crave, the tv shows we used to not miss seem to lose their lustre, lose their appeal. I remember KFC to be the most heavenly smell around. Id be happy just standing outside their kitchen exhaust fan. But now, it doesn't quite compare. Have I changed, or has KFC changed? Another example would be my ex-love affair with the night market. It used to be for me an interesting spectacle, the mingle of people and food. Now the crowds turn me off. The food on sale fail to excite. A headache ensues, my eyes water and I'm out of there. Well, I guess we all change and everything around us does too. Cherish the memory. Nothing can beat it. Do not attempt to recreate them. Leave them be. Hold them dear. Cherish the memories.

Greetings from the Tower. Second day of requirements gathering session and it isnt pretty. Too much backtracking, going off topic, harping on irrelevant issues, talking too far ahead and plain confusion over what is needed. Im lovin it. Every minute of it. Drives me up the wall. Driver imaginary hot nails into my skull. Too many cooks spoil the soup. Too many meetings spoil the mind. And Niel and DanielH, thanks for the concern- Im not on crack. Really.

A journey that knows no destination. My feet are already on the path. I stumble along the way. I am lost. I lose myself. Given up hope on the damp earth. My fists pound the earth in futile desperation. Even my tears have lost its salt. A hand draws me up. I look up to meet the strangers gaze... No, it is a familiar face, it is a familiar face.

Can you guys believe it. OMG, OMG. I can't breathe. It's so unbelievable. So surreal- I actually met Arwen on the LRT! You know, Aragon's wife! I'm sure it was her. She had the Evenstar on. She may have let her body go a little but I'm sure thats just a side effect of Elronds ire- she did disobey him and marry some scruffy mortal ranger-king. Yes, Im losing my mind. But fret not, Im supposed to be getting my net access REAL soon.

Oh my, I'm still blogging from the Tower of Solitude. sorry i can't write a long post or any of my usual fluff, so i'll just blab a bit about my day or just until my thumbs get tired from typing on the phone. the day started off bad with production problems at one site. two migrations were performed and both ended with rollbacks. if it were to fail again, they'd have my balls. so i had to make an appearance and miss a chance to have lunch with some coursemates and an "ex" cum psycho. Solved at three, but had to face the music at the Tower. problems. problems. requirements keep changing and i wonder why i'm always in the dark about it. sigh. rework. ugh. i hate that word. Thanks to all who have been visiting "religiously, but did not leave any offerings". For those who did, at least i can return the favour and "worship at your altar". am i making sense? pengz...

A message from the Tower of Solitude. I was recently assigned to a new project site somewhere behind Central Market and the place isn't pretty. No water. No internet. So deprived- I'm blogging from my phone. Sigh. I shall let down my hair from the 25th floor and let the technician climb up to install a wireless router...

zingermaxx Swiped from williamnyk . KFC has disappointed me once again ( Niel, you may file your objection in the comments section ). After years of not eating Zinger, I tried the new and improved Zinger Maxx. Apparently it isn't new and it definitely isn't improved. 1) Fillet dah kecut . 2) Harga dah naik . 3) Added a slice of cheese. 4) Replaced the normal bun with the Kaiser "what-the-f*ck-is-so-special-about-it" bun. 5) New ho-hum sauce. With that price, just go get a snack plate. Your eyes and stomach will be more satisfied. I should've filled in that bloody money-back-guarantee form!

curse of the golden flower Swiped from nozomiiqel . The Banquet and Curse of the Golden Flower . Both are big budget Tang period movies. Both have a conniving Empress at its core. Both feature dysfunctional royal families. Both showcase that ancient court opulence goes hand in hand with the spilling of human blood. Both feature coups and deceits. Sex and incest. And it's all fine and dandy. Regardless of all the similarities ( I really shouldn't have watched both back to back ), there are some salient details that differentiates both movies. In general, Banquet is not so in your face, but the storyline is slower. In Curse, the story is easier to follow but the plot is really thin. Let's look at Banquet first-- Prince Wu Luan's interest in the arts really borders on the absurd. He and his "The Song of Yue" troop. Even in death, they perform their mime-marionnette act to perfection. Zhang Zi Yi's performance here as Empress Wan is surprisingly tol

dome Swiped from williamnyk . Back during my early university days, Mel introduced me to the wonders of ice-blended coffee. But before I immersed myself in Coffee Bean and Starbucks, she firstly let me sample Dome . Being the idiot newbie, she gracefully ordered a Twister for me. A latte cup filled with coffee and mile-high whipped cream. I ploughed through half the cup before it finally hit me-- I can't take whip cream in copious amounts. I felt really sick. Mel told me my face practically looked green. I nearly threw up there and then. Luckily after a few cups of ice water, the feeling passed. I left the unfinished amount untouched. Since that fateful day, 6 years ago, I have not spent a single cent at Dome. However, I tried my luck my today. Apparently, they had revamped their menu and introduced some Espreski 's. At $14.95++ a hit, it's definitely the more expensive ice-blended on the block, but the price is quite justified. I ordered the Caramel Nut Crunch