will i am's delayed diary

yodell ♫ lay-od-lay-od-lay-he-hoo, ♫ lay-od-lay-od-low yodellay, ♫ yodallay, yodal-low… ♫ and they fly low supreme! ♫ little egrets from bali- egretta garzetta ♫ Swiped from bocavermelha-l.b. . Come to think of it, it's been ages since I've gone out with friends-- mainstream and alternative. Mainstream even less. Mainly talking about politics, general knowledge and gossip about ex-coursemates that truth be told are not relevant in my life anymore. Thank God they don't talk about about cars and football. And even then, only Mel is the only active member in this group. SK doesn't really count coz I see her nearly everyday. Kinda like a semi-permanent fixture in my life. For the alternative group, there has been not much regular face-to-face contact. We visit each other's blogs when the topic has the skankiness factor of at least 5; join some "e-mail-chats"; random SMS and IM. The last gathering was at SK's unofficial belated birthday dinner at L

Photo-0046 Swiped from williamnyk . Such an opulent ceiling, right? Could it be from a a) Five-star hotel? b) The lounge in a rich man's house in Damansara? c) Government office in Putrajaya? d) Place of worship? e) Posh restaurant at Changkat Bukit Bintang? Well, the nearest answer is (e). But it isn't exactly true either. Well, the picture was taken in Kuchai Lama. At a kedai mamak -- ABC . Impressive isn't it? Don't worry, the roti canai does not cost MYR5.00++. How standards have gone up.

School Swiped from williamnyk . "Congratulations!! You are at school." The above signboard was spotted at SMK Seri Indah, OUG, smack dab at the entrance of the school. Were you ever THAT enthusiastic to get to school? I'm sure it galls students who trudge to school each day, eyes half-burdened with sleep and their backs bent over with textbooks. Perhaps the teachers hate it more. Hehe.

Squirrel & Orange Peel Swiped from williamnyk . Yet another edition of William's STAR LRT Celebrity Watch . This time round we spy Squirrel Boy , Cellulite Sally and Boisterous Biatches . Never seen Squirrel Boy before, but if you do, you can identify him from his large backpack. When he sits, he puts it in front of him and fidgets with it like a squirrel does with a nut. The way he bends his hands, the fidgety movements, while his eyes dart left and right ( predator alert! ). Come to think of it, he could've been a LRT terrorist with Sarin precursors stored in his bag. But he got off at Tasik Selatan, so I'll just let KTM Kommuter worry about that. Oh yeah, on the right side, is Cellulite Sally . Curvaceous body with long legs and sweet face, but still she has the confidence to flaunt her orange peel thighs with those ultra-short hotpants. My female colleague was VERY impressed. I've met the Boisterous Biatches on numerous occasions already. I think they

Mr. Rocket Swiped from williamnyk . Read a great article by Joceline Tan in the Sunday Star (30th of March, 2008), entitled "Keeping Up with the New Politics". Was basically about the politics of the Malaysian Chinese as discussed in a Sin Chew post-election forum. A very honest piece. Here are a few excerpts that caught my eye: "The Chinese are not angry with the Malays, but they are angry with UMNO's arrogance." --Rita Sim, INSAP "We keep asking the Chinese for full support so that they will be well-represented in government. But wasn't that what they gave us in 2004, total support?" --Teng Chang Yeow, Gerakan "Leaders like Datuk Seri Hishamuddin Tun Hussein and Khairy Jamaluddin must realise this. People equated their behaviour with UMNO's inability to change with the times. If an Oxford-educated guy still talks like an UMNO politician of 10 years ago, what hope do we have for the rest of UMNO?" --Teng Chang Yeow, Gerakan

collageKampar Swiped from williamnyk . It has been years since I've actually went for Ching Ming . Think I've only done it twice when I was a kid. Have vague memories of running around my grandfather's grave ( sometimes on, cucu celaka ) and eating roasted pork after burning hell money. This year, my mum decided that we should visit the columbarium holding my uncle's and grandma's ashes in Kampar. I had not been there since my uncle's death years ago. So, mum, SK and I drove down on Sunday to Kampar. SK was nicely speeding at 140km/h. Hopefully there were no speed traps. We stopped by at Bidor to buy food offerings and have breakfast. The food was really disappointing. Seems that Bidor-ians like to eat dry yellow noodles. Ergh. Reached the columbarium at around 11:00am and I thought that things would be much simpler since it wasn't a graveyard, but boy, how wrong I was. After pulling into the parking lot, could alreday see the hustle and bustle, smo

Pull and Bear Swiped from williamnyk . Received an SMS entitling the bearer to a free Pull and Bear T-shirt the other day and I so happened to be at KPMG Tower slogging for some stupid demo. I immediately rushed over to One Utama and I happened to be the third person to redeem. So damn kiasu hor? The salesperson was surprised: "SMS tu baru je dihantar!" I took one girl's T for HP ( as SK couldn't fit it, :P ) and SK took one guy's T for me. Supposedly costs MYR109. Looks quite nice but the brand is blatantly splashed on the front in big, bold words and in eye-catching colours. MYR109-- that's my worth as a walking sandwich man perhaps?