will i am's delayed diary

collagegtg Swiped from williamnyk . With Tan Sri Lim Goh Tong just one week in the ground, I was already in Genting Highlands for a family trip. Mum had a free voucher for a deluxe room in First World Hotel, so we took the opportunity to go for a little family get together. The stupid voucher is only valid for weekdays, so my siblings and I took leave on Monday and Tuesday. It was such a bloody hassle trying to book the room with that voucher. My sister got so fed up that she nearly paid for the room. Sometimes we wonder where is the sincerity of these free-stay vouchers. After numerous irate phone calls, we succeeded in booking. On Monday morning, bro and I woke up early to settle some chores first before heading for the hills. He went to get his MyKad at NRD ( no denda! ), Putrajaya, while I went to Immigration, Kajang to renew my passport ( for conjugal visits to Sinagpore! ). SK was kind enough to drive us there. My brother's stuff took less than 20 minutes, whereas I had to wa

glass Swiped from opexxx wont pay for censorship . In the Catholic calendar, the 1st of November is All Saints' Day. A day of obligation. A big feast day where all the saints throughout the ages who have done the will of the Lord are remembered and celebrated. Though all good Catholics would aspire to be saints, obviously not everyone is canonised as saints. But fret not, the average joe of souls is also celebrated in a different feast day known as All Souls' Day, which is celebrated one day after, i.e. the 2nd of November. Think of it as a Qing Ming of sorts where people flock to the cemetery to offer prayers and bless the graves of our dearly-departed. Like every year ( for the past 10 years already ), my family and I travel to Teluk Intan for All Souls' Day. We'll get on the PLUS highway and make our way for Bidor before reaching Teluk Intan via a trunk road. This year, we left al little earlier-- at 7:00am actually. We could have left earlier if I had actu

collageBERSIH Swiped from williamnyk . Arrived at work on Saturday finding that I was way too early. On entering the office, no familiar faces greeted me, just the cleaners. "Sorang je ke?" "A, ah." "Ada rusuhan nanti." "Har?! Patutlah polis di merata-rata..." I should have known. The police presence was way too strong. From the 25th floor of the Tower of Solitude, I could see that Dataran Merdeka was locked down, helicopters were flying around and the red FRU crowd-dispersal vehicles were parked along several main roads. By the time I went out for lunch at noon, there was still no "action" that I could detect. But perhaps because the heavy rain had dampened the spirits of any illegal assemblers ( participants of an illegal assembly, not to be confused with unlicensed production line factory hands ). But boy, was I wrong. At around 14:41, the shouting started. Being the busy-body Malaysians, we rushed to the windows to witness

Lunar Eclipse #2 Swiped from David de Groot . I'm always behind. Better late than never! I've came to realize my last kiss [was a digital *muacks* over sms.] I'm listening to [sound of the fan whirring above my head.] I talk [like there's no tomorrow.] I love [KH.] My best friends are [out of the country.] My car is [in dire need of a wash.] My love life is [the source of happiness and sadness.] I hate it when people ask [questions that they already have he answer to.] Love is [screwed up.] Marriage is [overrated.] Somewhere, someone is thinking [of giving up.] I'm always [in good company.] I have a secret cheesy crush on [underwear.] My cell phone is [awaiting a trip to the service center.] When I wake up in the morning, I always [turn off my cell phone alarm and sit grumpily in bed.] When I go to bed at night, [I will make sure my alarm is set.] Right now I'm thinking about [whether I should jack off.] Babies are [poop machines that drive you nuts whi

Great Expectations Dickens Swiped from simmy0085 . A question for my fellow readers: In a relationship, one is bound to have different expectations on issues. Hence, Is it better to have no expectations at all as to avoid disappointment?

collage50MCA Swiped from williamnyk . PS: I'm back! With a stale post. Enjoy. :P Sunday is usually not a day of rest for me. But one could say that about Saturday too. Not to say that I work on Sunday, but it's just that I get no rest. This time, it's MCA's Persembahan Kebudayaan 50 Tahun Malaysiaku Gemilang at the National Stadium, Bukit Jalil. But before I get to that, let me describe what happened earlier in the day. After morning mass, mum and I ventured to Aman Suria to kill 2 hours before the Parish Assembly. The Ipoh Kopitiam has quite curry noodles and the place is airy. For the uninitiated, the Parish Assembly is like a company AGM. In context of the church, it is where the current year's accomplishments are reviewed to see whether past year objectives were fulfilled. Throw in some reports, some elections, a tea break, and you got yourself a 5-hour meeting. Mum and I however, sneaked off after a couple of hours. The priest was earlier commenting n

door opening Swiped from queen's lace . A voice calls beyond the door. Before I can heed it's call, I find it shut. The dweller beyond worries of me, of hunger, of cold. He calls out from behind the door. "I'm fine, good sir.", I say. "I'm fine.". Yes, I'm fine, but for the shut door. The hunger. The cold.

*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'...

collage1 Swiped from williamnyk . As I promised in my last post , here are the details of my 27th birthday. Definitely a year to remember. The first time I celebrated my birthday with KH. The first time I felt that I was blessed with an abundance of good friends and company ( though pointedly missing JM ). This year's birthday was basically a 3-phase affair-- Pre, Exact and Post. The Pre-Birthday was celebrated with KH since that was the only suitable window for us to meet and the details can be found here . However, on the Sunday before the 9th, the bloggers also threw me a lunch party at Tony Roma's , Sunway Pyramid. A super-boisterous group of 10, though we did not have QueerR and Adrien in our midst. It was entertaining having Alvin and Sam in the group. Finally had a chance to try their ribs. Not bad really, but it really isn't very wallet-friendly. Sharing with SK, I was able to sample their BBQ chicken ( amazingly good, so Kenny Rogers can go tanam jagung ) and Blue

Troubled Teen Swiped from CherryVega . Sungei Wang Plaza is the centre of all weirdness in KL. Everyday, it awakens and through some wicked means, it calls to all weirdness around the city. It calls its priestesses, the la la mui and its priests, the la la chai . Under the thrall of Sungei Wang, they don their robes of station to praise and worship the La La spirit. Just the other day, I was lucky enough to meet two new female initiates, Sentul Sally and Jinjang Jane . Barely of age ( but I doubt they're maidens ), they were travelling to Hang Tuah via Star LRT. Already in full riualistic vestments, they attracted every eye in the train. Unkempt, stringy hair with a high fringe -- to better receive missives from the His La La-ness. Silver eyeshadow under the eyes dripping to the middle of the cheeks -- they cry for our normalcy. Nose ring -- to signify those who are touched. Two maraccas hanging through a lanyard around the neck -- holy symbols. Petticoats -- they were

IMG_6457 Swiped from williamnyk . Perfect timing to do this meme since I just celebrated my birthday. In my family, birthdays are always celebrated. No flashy parties ( but there is photo evidence of my extravagant first birthday party. The whole neighbourhood was there and I even got a cake shaped like the numeral one. Spoiled, hor? ), but always a decent meal at home or in a restaurant somewhere if mum mogok . Presents are rare, but I sometimes get lucky ( was crazy over Lego and Garfield back then! ). Since my brother was away in boarding school, I could always count on him sending me a birthday card. Birthdays started becoming a ritualistic affair ever since I got hooked with my best buds JM and SK. We would celebrate birthdays for each other and the birthday is a must! So far, we have had many good times together and birthdays are always an excuse to splurge a little. When Is Your Birthday? 9th of October 1980. Thurday's child has far to go... so the song goes... How Old Are

When there is nothing to say, When you're feeling down, Know that I care for you night and day, And want to reverse that frown. I know I can't be there physically for now, but do know that I'm there for you in spirit and whatever means our human mind has created. And if that still is not enough, do not cry alone in the dark. For I will cry too. For myself and for us. I wish I can tame your sorrows and mend your heart. But if I fail, I hope, I hope, I hope... that love does not fail. I wish upon you all the peace I can give you, baby.

Shell of Ketupat – Happy Eid ul-Fitr 1428H Swiped from Ikhlasul Amal . "Akum abg.,ani mtk maf jgn mrh gan kak fiza lg.,ani ba yg slh kmarin..Klu nk mrh,mrhla ani.kakak n bke posa gan abg kmarin tp ani yg rosakkn plan 2.. Tp ani x sgaja..." My colleague received this due to a mistake the other day and she remarked, "What language is this?!" Pengz. She actually thought it was a foreign language. Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin to muslim friends everywhere with special dedication to Sam and Adrien. To my non-muslim friends, Apa raya-raya? Beria-ia. Puasa pun tidak! . Enjoy your holidays.... =)

Day 95: Happy Birthday to Me. Swiped from SaylaMarz . Memes are going around the blogosphere like sniffles in flu season these days. I've been tagged thrice already! I wonder what's the blogosphere's equivalent of Vitamin C... Anyway, since I've caught Janvier's germs, might as well let it take it's course. Truth be told, I don't really think of these things, but I think Mother Theresa once said that a life that you do not reflect on is not worth living.... so here: Meeting my first love... and hopefully the last Being the late bloomer that I am, I did not have any crushes, puppy love in my teenage years. I would like to blame my parents for instilling the whole "study first, love later" mantra, but truth be told, I was just too repressed and afraid to love. When KH came into the picture, everything changed. My walls melted away. My heart finally opened. I began to "feel". Never had I known how good it felt and also how bad it h