will i am's delayed diary

Lord, Hear His Prayers Swiped from ~The Olis In 'Consin~ . Every Christmas, I would be going around with my BEC posse to spread Christmas cheer via carolling. We'd be all dressed in red and we'd belt out songs in English and Mandarin, with the accompaniment of guitars and tamborines. However, behind that noble intent, it was our best money horse. Heh. Unfortunately, we didn't do any carolling. The parish priest had decided that carolling should only be done after Christmas, so that kinda potong our steam. No extra income, no lavish christmas party. I don't mind not having the giant Christmas do, but missing out on the experience of carolling is another matter. Nothing beats going around in a convoy of cars, singing our hearts out, reading some scripture and later makan-makan plus fellowship. Still, we made do. We just had a simple potluck and invited some friends. Managed to do our carolling. Our face-stuffing ( my first time tasting salted-egg chicken ).

collageWinterSol Swiped from williamnyk . Christmas coincided with KH's trip back to Malaysia, so that was definitely a plus. Brief moments together, but I guess it wasn't that bad. We'll see each other soon enough during CNY. On the 22nd, celebrated the Winter Solstice at home. Had the ginger soup variety. Mum gave the palm sugar and savoury versions a miss since since sis wasn't around. In the afternoon, SK, mum and I went to an RCIA mate's wedding at the Church of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Puchong. New, but kind of small-ish with an interesting architecture. All glass and rounded ( a Hispanic mud wall feeling ), with a skylight above the crucifix and a golden sepulcher, seemingly held aloft by two cherubs. Couldn't help but notice the priest emphasising on the need to "remain in love" numerous times in the course of the wedding mass. Too many divorce cases? Hope not. The commentator was also quite enthusiastic at times-- he even read the po

collageXMASOneU Swiped from williamnyk . On The Day of Sacrifice ( coined in some blogger thread ), SK, mum and I headed out early in the morning to One Utama. Early it may be, but that didn't spare us of a crawl on the LDP. An accident had rendered the road jammed. Blegh. Anyway, after the "clog", we reached our destination rather quickly. We spent a solid 6 hours shopping at the new wing! Really spent, spent and spent. Mum bought an Estee Lauder Pleasures EDP set and some stuff from Skin Food, while SK and I bought nearly 200 quid worth of clothes at Sisley. My first time buying that brand. They have really nice-fitting T's. SK also did her market survey for work, hopping from cosmetic counter to cosmetic counter. Overall, the service staff were quite unfriendly. Perhaps she needs a more Datin-y appearance. Was quite happy that the U Parkson staff mistakenly gave us an extra MYR20 cash voucher which I used to subsidize an Akemi bedsheet. Hehe. Lunch was at

collage1 Swiped from williamnyk . Continued from here ... The clubbing did not drain me as much as I expected. Once again, I arose from my slumber with the first few sunbeams that found its way through the open windows. Sunday was even lazier than Saturday with nothing immediate planned. The whole morning had been gloomy with sporadic rains. Much time was spent on the bed. Things were leisurely enough that we finally had our little heart to heart. I was sulking a bit the night before and KH had noticed. It was noticed but I replied that everything was alright. Just a little prodding and I vomitted out my displeasure and concerns. My little jealousy pangs. Out on the discussion table was also some issues we had encountered the week before regarding our communication and interaction. It's uncanny how these matters can easily be resolved with a hug and a light kiss. And they always small and insignificant when honestly and sincerely talked about. We had some kind of breakfast

collage Swiped from williamnyk . Continued from here ... Although I arrived in Singapore earlier this time, I still didn't get to sleep early. The need to be close to each other is still as strong as ever; even more so that we are usually apart for more than a month. Nothing skanky though, as we were both tired from the long day. We slept in as we didn't have any immediate plans on Saturday morning. This trip was more relaxing as we weren't rushing here and there. We had more time to enjoy each other's company and just move at a slower pace. By 9:00am I was already up as the sun was shining through the windows. KH was still asleep. The lazy pig was nestled in bed with the comforter. Always one to sleep in and laze in bed. I watched KH for a while. A cute scene. Feeling a bit restless, I read a bit of Stardust, then went online. At 10:00am, KH was already up, beckoning me to the bed. I love morning kisses. :). After making up lost time, we freshened up and left

e 023 Swiped from shimmertje . It's not even a week yet and I'm already posting about my trip to KH-land? Amazing, huh? Oh well. When you feel like shitting, do go to the toilet, or it might result in irregular bowel movement. Hell, I think it applies to blogging too. So here goes. Primary objective: Spend time with KH before we go bonkers. Secondary objective: Christmas shopping and the famous Orchard Street decor. Went down to Singapore with SK on Friday afternoon after a very early office Christmas gift exchange at RedBox Ria, Sogo. We went with the Secret Santa concept. Budget-- minimum MYR20.00. Got my colleague a designer key-chain. It's basically a metallic pig with a screw-on tail. Sorry, no pic. And in exchange for my early shopping troubles, I got a wine cooler. Quite useful when it comes to boozing at SK's. :P. And my colleague from Myanmar, Phyoe, threw in a Japanese fortune cat charm and a greeting card for everyone. My songlist for the day: There

Photo-0014 Swiped from williamnyk . So far you've heard about Uncle HeMan , Ungrateful Kids , Gym Jenny and other characters from my STAR LRT journeys. It doesn't end there folks. Let me introduce you to the newest member of the cast-- Negative Nancy . She's an employee of Sogo, KL it seems. On the fateful morning that I met her, she was sitting opposite me, grumpily inserting 2 fresh Eveready batteries into her cheap, plastic analog camera. Having done that, she tried snapping a pic. It would not respond. Turning the camera this way and that, she fiddled with every nob she could find. At her wits end, she eventually opened the film compartment, effectively exposing a couple of negatives. She appeared oblivious to the fact that the film is photosensitive. Eventually, she removed the roll of film and found it hard to put it back in, nearly crumpling it. After a few attempts to bang it in like a neanderthal, she finally succeeded. And yet the camera remained staunch