will i am's delayed diary

Anak Pontianak noniswara zarina an julie atie af1.jpg Swiped from www.mystarhill.com . Not many Malay dramas had caught my eye since last last year's Seputeh Cinta Qaseh , although TV3 practically airs twoseries a night and it changes every other night. We get crap like "Puteri" ( Louisa Chong is really freaky in that one ) and "Ai' di Beijing" ( I guess it means Love in Beijing ) and the sometimes amusing "Dunia Baru" ( I watch merely to see the ultra-religious maternal figure, Umi -- kap ba ro kap alif ta nun ). Amidst all the dramas of tears, love, bad business ethics and bitchy, buxom women, we get one series with a supernatural theme, "Anak Pontianak". I must say that that the acting is not particularly good ( the protagonist, Mia can only do two expressions-- human grunt and pontianak grunt ) and the story not exactly coherent ( way lots of kidnapping scenes just to show off some pontianak powers ), but still it's a fr

Persian Carpets/ tribal works Swiped from HORIZON . "The best persian rugs are the product of the deft hands of masters who can weave intricate patterns of hundreds of knots per square inch..." I am a bit ashamed to admit that I've become quite the habitual liar these days. My ability to spin tales has been honed these past months. The intricacies of telling half-truths, timing, the gauging of mood. Even SK is surprised. I do not blink. I do not avert my eyes. I look the person in the eye. I speak with confidence. My heart does not thump. I spin my tales and I find myself getting tangled deeper and deeper. I do it to live my life, to be my true self and yet I must blanket myself with lies again. Isn't it ironic? Do I have a choice? Of course I do. But I am still hiding. I am still running. It has been swept under the rug. And I continue to weave that rug...

IMG_7730 Swiped from williamnyk . Celebrated my mei's birthday on Saturday together with QueerR, Apollo and Cheryl. She brought us to Dragon Hut Restaurant , Taman Desa Waterpark for a nice dinner. It was my first time there and I was a bit skeptical about the place at first since it was secluded ( no business! ) and had lots of buses parked outside ( tourist trap! ). But it proved itself to be quite good in terms of food quality and price. My mei seemed to think that it had great ambience too: "Isn't it romantic dining by the lake?" "Erm.. it's an abandoned mining lake..." We ordered quite a variety of food in small portions in order to enjoy as many tastes as possible. Foregoing rice, we ordered wat tan hor ( recommended! ) and Hokkien noodles ( too salty! ). The accompanying dishes were fried aubergines with salted egg yolks ( weird but quite interesting ), marmite pork ribs ( pales in comparison to Leong Nga, Serdang ), sweet and spicy crab

LRT Hillbilly Swiped from williamnyk . More and more interesting people on the LRT these days. The newest addition to my catalogue of STAR LRT celebrities-- The LRT Hillbillies . Had the pleasure of sharing a train with them twice. The family consists of a loud-mouthed mother pushing a baby pram. The kid in the pram seems harmless enough. Two boys, most probably in primary school and one adolescent daughter. Whatever peace and quiet one can enjoy during the train ride is shattered when they walk through the door. They would be shouting and yelling at each other in shrill voices. The boys would be going on and on, annoying the mother and daughter. And they would ocassionally start a shouting match. At times, they would be figthing over stuff, and even the little tyke participates! Peace returns once they alight, and one can see the trail of chaos they had left behind-- a whole mess of kacang parang shells and 4D results slips on the floor. -_-".

collageNZX Swiped from williamnyk . Ah Zon and I met randomly ( pardon the Lingua Facebook ) on the blogosphere and he has since become like a little brother. Nearly everyday we would chat and at times, he would share his problems and I would share mine. A very songsang kind of relationship. I am the older one who wants to look younger and he is the younger one who wants to look older. So far I've only met him twice in person, and the last time we met was at Crystal Jade La Mian , Lot 10. Had lunch with SK, Apollo and QueerR. My first time there. I ordered sliced noodles with stewed beef. The noodles are actually sliced from a piece of dough and the slashes are apparent. However, it was too firm and the gravy a little too thick, but the meat was tender though. Also ordered some xiao long bao and Kenz enlightened us on the finer points of handling and enjoying the little soup-filled pork dumplings ( didn't know he was a food expert AND a picky eater ). It was quite n

collageMuji1 Swiped from williamnyk . "Warm Greetings from Chilly Tokyo!" , reads the note I got from a parcel dispatched from Tokyo, Japan. It was computer-printed on a piece of Japanese paper ( coz apparently it came from Japanese trees, :P ), but initialed by the sender, Shigeki. He ran a Christmas gift giveaway for his readers some time back and I registered. Finally it arrived. I was worried that it might have been lost in the mail like KH's card ( along with a romantic poem which I will never see now, :( ). The detailed contents are described in his post and I will just post the pictures here. The cookies were the first to go, so no photo! Thanks for the gift Shigeki! Hope you have a fantabulous 2008!

BzzzzzzzzzzzBzzz Swiped from jwlphotography . I'm being terrorized by a bee. In the sanctity of my own home. When I use the bathroom in the morning, there will be an ominous buzz outside the window. There is no mistaking it. The annoying bee would dart in and cause me perform evasive manoeuevers. It attacks when I'm brushing my teeth; when I'm sitting on the crapper; when I'm washing my face or hands. When I leave, it leaves. When I try to resume my activities, it intrudes. I duck, I cover. I'm afraid that one day it's stinger will find its mark. So far, I've retaliated once with a copious amount of Ridsect. And I recently found one dead on the floor. But each time, a lone bee would be waiting, to disrupt my peace and quiet. They train replacements it seems. The scheming little buggers. Perhaps it's time I move against the hive......

kura Swiped from williamnyk . It seems like a long time since I did a proper food post. But then, come to think of it, I never did any proper food posts. Oh heck. Well, SK and I dragged SK's little sister, Bei Bei to Kura Japanese Restaurant , One World Hotel. Yes, we had to have a pack of wild horses to drag her. She's no fan of Japanese food. And a really picky eater. SK and I were just itching to try their Chirashi Don after seeing it advertised in the papers. Looked quite good and the price was reasonable too. Reasonable for something in a hotel anyway. Our first time at the hotel and the restaurant. The One World Hotel looks really nice and posh. So new and shiny. The lobby even has a giant, chameleon-like chandelier that kinda throbs like the connecting walkway between JW Marriot and Starhill Gallery. I had a very good impression of Kura the second I set foot into the restaurant. An undulation interior. Sushi bar on one side, recessed, circular booths on anothe

Do Not Touch the XMAS Tree Swiped from williamnyk . Note: Already stale, so I better post this before Labour day, :P. Just a filler post. Something that I noticed on my last trip to Singapore. Every lighted, ornamental christmas tree I've seen in the city state carries the sign, " Danger! High Voltage ". For the interest of public safety? Some clause for public liability insurance? It's just plain weird. If it's a giant tree and you just can't help but fiddle with the lampu lip-lap , you better be expecting a Christmas present . Since kids can't read the sign anyway and if one decides do suck on an electronic ornament, who's to blame? Cordone off the trees? Or look after your bratty kids? Common sense, people. Something akin to the the whole Zoo Negara fiasco?

collageny08 Swiped from williamnyk . Didn't welcome 2008 with a hangover, but I must say that I could've used more sleep. Quite an eventful day. I started off the year having breakfast with mum, sis and bro-in-law. Later it was lunch with them at Taman Naga Emas, Salak Selatan. A good Pan Mee . Basically not sheets but flattened balls that are individually-washed in water to remove the floury taste. Washed it down with a cooling Kedongdong juice. The coffee shop was already in CNY mood. They had a dancing God of Prosperity on their counter that plays Choi San Tou over and over again in a shrill electronic voice. If only I had a shotgun... Also had a post-snack of tapioca balls, banana fritters and currypuffs. Also managed to kidnap my bro-in-law's PSP for the afternoon ( my sister was happy to see him rid of it for a while ). Kinda hooked on Brave Story ( accessory-making and bird-brawling! ). At around four, SK and I left for Adrien's pool party. Sensing a t

IMG_7701 Swiped from williamnyk . I went to work on New Year's Eve. Yes, work. "William, I have not finished the screen design yet. I'll discuss it with you on Monday." "Monday? Oh, ok." My boss didn't consider that I might have had leave plans on that day. To tell the truth, I didn't. But that's besides the point. So, I got off work and went down to Sri Petaling to meet up SK and Jason Jr. Was kinda tired and dozed off in the car. Surprisingly, the traffic to Des' place in Mutiara Damansara was quite normal . Reached there some minutes past eight. The main gang was already there, digging into the food. As I walked into the door, got a Christmas prezzie from Alvin ( a cute fox bookmark ) and Jason Jr ( my not so-secret Santa who drew cute-sy bunnies on his gift ). "William, what's SK's number?" "016-9999999" "Hi dear, Jason Jr. just called me, asking whether you have The Prestige DVD." (enligthe

collageBatik Swiped from williamnyk . It was Chester's off day and the little tyke was thoughtful enough to visit 'lil old me for lunch near my workplace. I brought him to Ka Fei Dian , but it was a disaster. Their nasi lemak sucks now. Sigh. Where's the fragrant sambal ? Where's the generous portions? Ish. Anyway, after lunch, I showed him the building where I slog away each day and brought him jalan-jalan at Central Market after coffee at my favourite haunt, Old Town Kopitiam . Felt like a tourist guide. Actually walked around the whole place ( didn't do it though I've been there for months and months ). Later we found out that there was a batik expo at The Annexe, so up we went. Quite a sad affair, we were the only visitors at the time. Just us and a volunteer. An installation project pushing the boundaries and limitations of Batik. A challenge beyond pre-conceived notions to create daring, exploratory artworks. A statement, interpretation and expr

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

Eric Cartman Swiped from Brann . I'm not writing about the sequel to "Dare To Fail" ( incidently, the author is looking for a wife that looks like Rosamund Kwan to accompany him on overseas trips to collect his book royalties-- good luck, man! ). DareToLose is a new series on TV sponsored by the evil people at Mayfair Slimming. It is thinly camouflaged as an attempt to help people look good ( read anorexic ) but it actually has the sinister objective of propagating bad body image amongst the populace so that they can make a buck. (wife plays the piano, husbands sits beside her with their wedding album) "Dear, look at this." "You're just insinuating that I'm fat. Not as thin as used to be when I married you!" (the wife storms off) Then they interview the husband. He's spewing a whole lot of crap about hoping that his wife will lose some weight for her health ( yeah, right! ). And if she doesn't lose any weight, well, that's