will i am's delayed diary

Lou Sang Swiped from Gerald Goh . With the impending CNY celebrations, I have stopped going into the office on Saturdays ( my deadlines seem ridiculous, so I'll ignore them for now ). But this not mean I'm not working. There's still work to be done.... at home. Yes folks, the dreaded Spring Cleaning . As wrong as it sounds, I wish I was at the office. So far, I've straightened ( not that kind of straight ) out my room, removed the pesky cobwebs clinging to the ceilings, wiped the dust of the ceiling fans, ferreted out the dustbunnies from most of the nook and crannies and wiped the windows clean. The grills at the front of the house have been painted and boy, that left me with seriously sore thighs. Forget about The Thigh Master, come help me with the rest of the house! With that out of the way, off I went to Takashi's pre-birthday party. Met some of the people who attended Jase's party some time back ( so sad that I didn't get the chance to meet Fl

For non-Catholics out there, The Herald is a religious weekly publication meant for internal distribution ( of course ) at parishes in Malaysia. The content is predominantly about the Roman Catholic faith and revolves around news from around ( usually matters regarding The Pope ) the world and happenings in the Malaysian dioceses. Each issue made up of sections in English, Chinese, Tamil and Bahasa Indonesia ( gotta love the terms "uskup agung" and "roh kudus" ). If anyone noticed, The Herald was in the news recently. The permit was expiring and the publishers brought up the issue of using a certain "word" in print. Initially, the relevant ministry allowed it and subsequently, our political leader was praised as being liberal and wise in a newspaper editorial. However, just a few days after that, the order was rescinded as the "word" was said to be "proprietary" for some and might cause "confusion" mong the populace. So, shou

collage300 Swiped from williamnyk . Unlike my significant other, KH, I watch on average 2 movies at the cinema each year. Last year, the only movies I watched were "Paprika", "The Golden Compass". Quite pathetic by normal standards. People normally flock to the big screen upon the release of big budget action movies like "Transformers" and the rest, but I normally choose the path of the DVD. And since I utterly detest pirated copies filmed from cinemas, I usually watch originals ( thanks to Jason Jr. for starting my legitimate collection ) or wait for months for the good quality bootleg. So, after months since its release ( the spoof is out even ), I have finally watched "300" and I must say that I quite like it. Very stylized ( so very "Sin City" ) and filmed MTV style. Kewl. I shall not speak of the semi-naked Spartans and their digitally-enhanced abs, but shall instead speak of Xerxes. Gotta love his bling-bling. Accessories-galore.

collageNewEra Swiped from williamnyk . Seems like ages since I did any volunteer work and so when Spring Single Mother's Society requested help, SK and I said "Yes". Like the past years, it was at New Era College's Convocation Festival . Every year, they invite organisations to set up shop so that funds can be raised for New Era and the organisations. This time round, we were selling footwear, bread, body lotion and beaded handicraft. It was quite a a failure as most people just scoffed at the bread, lotion and handicraft. Luckily, the shoes caught the eyes of most female visitors. Same as last year, it was bloody hot. We were practically baking under the merciless sun. To me, it seemed that the number of visitors had dwindled. And so, "business" was affected. So much sweat for peanuts. One girl was so adversely affected by the merciless sun that she kinda passed out. However, it was not the roaming St John's Ambulance people that treated her,

Janvier Swiped from williamnyk . I had my hair cut on Saturday and due to the impending Chinese New Year, the salon was busier than usual. I had to wait for more than forty minutes to be attended to. And due to the rush, my stylist KK cut my hair before washing it. Horror! Oh, ok, it's not THAT devastating. But he did use the more expensive shampoo at no extra charge. Not to apologize for the wait, but for bringing him 2 other customers that day whose combined bills I think rang up to MYR500. And I got MYR5. Thank you very much. Straight after that, Cheryl and I sped off to The Curve for Janvier's birthday ( on the way also picked up Apollo and QueerR ). It was raining cats and dogs and The Street was quite water-logged. They gotta consider building a SMART tunnel somewhere. By the time we arrived at Itallianie's, a whole bunch of bloggers and friends were already occupying a large table in the cheese-choked interior. Since no space was available, we sat at another

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...