will i am's delayed diary

*TeLL mE...Mr.sAnDmAn...* Swiped from *a DuSty FaiRyTaLe* . I've been getting a lot of weird dreams lately. Nothing as eleborate as Cheryl's Hollywood dreams, but still worthy of discussion. Please translate them for me if you have the knack for it: Work-related. Kind of. I was riding pillion on my partner company's MD's bicycle. A rotund Myanmarese with a fake smile that would make any salesman jealous. It wasn't a ride in the park, mind you. Think extreme sports. In dreamland, he can really bawak that basikal . He was bouncing around and practically breakdancing with it! A more recent dream involved me being a rodent. Not "Ratatouille", but the "Mousetrap" variety. I was scurrying around, hiding under beds and cupboards. But the thing was I could see myself as a man, but others saw me as a mouse. I dreamt that two fellow bloggers put their hands down my jeans trying to guess what underpants I was wearing on that day. :P The latest epi

Beer Bust (old school style) Swiped from Orange_Beard . PUNCAK JALIL - At 11:30pm, a vacant house in Taman Puncak Jalil was raided by more than 15 plain clothes policemen and several uniformed police personnel. The team brought out 5 Indonesians, believed to be without valid immigration documents. After a search of the immediate surrounding areas, the police left with the suspects in a police truck and 4 civilian vehicles. After the arrest, the neighbourhood heave a collective sigh of relief. I'm definitely no journalist, so I'll revert back to my usual style. Well, on Friday night when my mother was out to fetch me from the LRT station, she told me that the empty house opposite mine was being renovated. True enough, on arriving home, I found the windows and sliding door to be missing. Nothing amiss there, except for the fact that the construction workers were staying there at the house, which I think is prohibited by the law. My mum was worried as 2 of them were frequ

HairClip Swiped from williamnyk . My battle with acne is far from over. It saddens me to have a T-zone that is likened to a war zone with whiteheads all entrenched in my skin. Dry on the outside, super oily on the inside. My sebaceous glands are on overdrive. Chemical engineers would marvel at them and try to incorporate the secrets into their plant designs. The topography is as bumpy as ever. Sigh. My adolesence is catching up with me, sans the growth spurt, hormone overdose and the puppy love. At the behest of my beautician, Janet, I have also started to clip up my hair to keep my hair from my face. I can very well imagine myself carrying a basket and walking into a wet market like that, with a limp, hand-rolled ciggie on my lip. Time to consult my hairstylist, KK whether there are any alternatives for me. Time to snip-snip perhaps. Arghhh... Deliver me from acne! The power of Christ compels you! :P

Random Swiped from williamnyk . Posts from Ryan and Ah Bong about surreptitious picture-taking has inspired me to come up with my own. Here are just a few from my Samsung SGH-X700. No lense cover. Conveniently located lense for suspicion-free photo-snapping. No worry about flash and shutter sound, hehe. Cloclwise from the top-left corner: Fabio - Seen him a couple of times on the Star LRT. Buffed. Tanned. Long, lustrous hair that he usually leaves freely-flowing on one side of his shoulder. He just reminds me of Fabio. JDI - A cute tourist from dunno where. His T-shirt reads "Just Did It". BTS - Random cute but pouty guy I sometimes meet on the train when I leave the office past 9:00pm. Love his hair Future - A woman whom I feel looks like my colleague, YY in 20 years. Freaky. The face, the hair. Uncanny. I can just imagine.

Pavilioncollage1 Swiped from williamnyk . I left UM more than 4 years ago. 4 years of exam-free bliss. I never thought of furthering my education. No more studying, no more taking tests. However, I broke that welcomed dry spell on Saturday. Took my first Microsoft Certified Professional Exam. 70-431 Microsoft SQL Server 2005 Implementation and Maintenance. Fully paid for by my company. High time I get something instead of "on-the-job" training. The absence of monetary bonuses is starting to be too glaring too. I had less than 20 days to digest 21 chapters. Each day after knocking off at 9pm, I get home, have my dinner, shower and study before going to bed. It's all a blur really. The pdf document I read doesn't quite make sense to my sleep-deprived noggin'. And yet I press on. The lesson and chapter summaries were my friends. Come saturday, more than 10 chapters had left me. Or it never stayed with me in the first place. Oh well. Made my way to the test c

collagePavilion Swiped from williamnyk . "Where iss it? Where iss it? Lossst it is, my precious, lost, lost! Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!" Yes, dear friends, I've gone all Gollum on ya. I have lost something truly precious. Of highly sentimental value. A gold ring. An old ring with faded markings. I had worn it for nearly the past year. It had not left my index finger even for a swim. No it does not have fiery letters on it, nor does it make me invisible in broad daylight ( not peeping tom cool, but shoplifting cool ). So before you think I'll go all ash nazg gimbatul on you, let me just say that I lost my late father's ring. On my maiden visit to The Pavilion , I had slipped the ring onto my ring finger as my index finger were getting a little chubby. After lunch at KFC, I had noticed that my ring was gone and no, it didn't slip off when I was washing my hands. Sigh. Didn't report it to lost and found as Lex suggested, but perhaps

Here's to you ConanC ... Gal: Hey, I dropped a buffalo wing down my cleavage. Care to help me fish it out? Guy: Are your arms paralyzed or something? Gal: But my hands are all sticky and I can't reach far enough... Guy: Those are hardly double Ds. I'm sure you can manage an "area sweep" by yourself. Gal: Fag! Guy: Talk to the hand, coz the face ain't listenin'...