will i am's delayed diary

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

sleepy soldier Swiped from mindvoice . Hi guys and gals. If you didn't notice, I've been away. I'm down south, in Singapore taking some time off and fulfilling my conjugal duties. I will be back in KL on Monday, but don't expect a full report until like what... next week? Hehehe. Toodles!

majlis berkhatan Swiped from lastsham . Upon reaching my office on a Saturday morning, I saw the darndest thing-- someone was spraying water from the fire hydrant right in front of the building. Was there a fire? A fire drill? Crowd control? Nope. They were actually hosing down some 20 kids. Why? To soften them up. Soften what up? Soften their skin up. Shrivel their little pistols. Yes, dear friends, a mass circumcision. The poor kids. The whole kampung turned up for the party. Cameras a-clicking. Food and relatives everywhere. When I came down for lunch, I was half expecting to see bloodied foreskin strewn all over the floor of the carpark. But I guess the Foreskin Fairy already cleaned up after... If you're uncut, would you consider going cut now? And if you're cut, at what age did that happen? :P

collageserendah6 Swiped from williamnyk . ...continued from here ... Exhausted from the game of twisted twister, we slept at about midnight. I didn't sleep well. Woke up at 2:00am, 5:00am and 6:45am. Too darn cold. Even tried sleeping downstairs. Seems that I wasn't the only one. Little Bull was up too. Said he was harrassed by insects ( the whole toilet floor was bersepah with wings, a massacre of sorts-- we suspect Froggie had a late night snack ). And his tossing and turning in turn bothered Magus. Froggie complained about cramped real estate, but the Birthday Bibik seemed to be most comfortable... illegal logging the whole night... Not being able to sleep, I went for a morning walk with my digicam. The insects weren't awake yet, but the birds were and the cool air coupled with the sound from the babbling brook were very relaxing. After that, the rest of the gang woke up. Magus and I were the designated maids-- Siti and Haryanti, preparing breakfast. A hearty br

8 Swiped from Il Topone . A little break from Serendah, so meme time! QueerR tagged me again, but I decided to bagi muka coz I can really identify with the number 8. No prize for guessing why. 8 Things I Am Passionate About {"KH", "$$$", "Anime", "Undies", "Camwhoring", "Friends", "Health", "Food"} 8 Things I Want To Do Before I Die Note: Magus did mention something about climbing Ayer's Rock in drag like in "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert", but I don't think so... {"Married the person I love", "Found job satisfaction", "Found financial freedom", "Reveal my true self to the world", "Travel the world", "Tried every weird cuisine in the world", "Tried out acting", "Get a tattoo"} 8 Things I Say Often {"OMG", "Wahsei", "Yes, my dear?", "Beh tahan", "Hi, baby&q

collageserendah1 Swiped from williamnyk . ...continued from here ... The living quarters for our trip was the Glass Shed. As you can guess, the concept is transparent living. A whole lotta glass, wood and metal mesh. Stark. Semi-spartan. IKEA. Smack dab in the middle of a forest. Upon entering the place, we dumped our bags and immediately the shutters were clicking. True cam-whores. Only after a while did it hit us that we should be putting the perishables in the refrigerator ( what camping trip has a refrigerator you may ask? Well, this one had. And a microwave too! ). The pictures in the website are better, but I guess that is to be expected. The hammock and the stretched canvas awnings were missing. Oh well, macam gambar depan mee maggi, serving suggestion only. Upstairs is the bedroom with 2 queen-sized beds and whole lot more glass. The bathroom has a large gash in the ceiling ( open shower concept ) and anyone upstairs can just pull up a chair, munch on snacks to see th

collageserendah0 Swiped from williamnyk . Out of the blue I was asked by DanielH whether I was interested in a camping trip. Images of pitched tents, leeches and wiping my arse with leaves flashed immediately through my mind... "It's gonna be a diva camping trip." That phrase had me sold. I put my faith in him. Oh well. It was all hush-hush ( didn't even know the locale, only the date ) for a while since the coven was not yet complete. Froggie had yet to find the 6th camper. Turned out to be Little Bull. Effectively knocking the crown off DanielH's head as the youngest camper. By the time I found out where we were going, the preparations were already in full swing-- determining the amenities provided at Sekeping Serendah so that we could decide what to bring. Even had a pre-trip discussion at The Apartment , The Curve. We tended to steer away from the agenda, but it did accomplish something. Haha. The roast duck there is quite good and even comes with a

collageChinaGift Swiped from williamnyk . SK has been travelling to China and HK quite frequently of late and as usual, she never fails to get my souvenirs. Hehe. Loads of 'em. She has discovered many quaint little shops selling designer goods and the little gee-gaws are really quite novel. Although bogged down by poor health, a rushed travel itinerary, she still came back with a treasure trove: A stainless steel ring with anchor motif - Stabilizing! A Benko handphone strap - There's nothing wrong with looking at the world with one eye A very nice pair of jeans - love the colour and the cut A rugged canvas belt One World One Dream: In Commemoration of the the Theme Slogan of the Games of the XXIX Olympiad - A stamp book to revive my drooping philatelic interests A Osaru No Monkichi 2008 diary A keychain + handphone strap with an eye-catching metal button A wood and metal Christmas sculpture A hand-made mini Christmas card Also some stuff for dear KH. She's so thoughtful. :P

Samsung Swiped from spicedfish . For those of you who know me, I'm quite the sms addict. My fingers are always busy tapping away on the keypad of my cellphone. I even developed some injuries from the repetitive action . Yes, I am one with the Fu-Yoh! thumb. As a result of my itchy fingers, the pound key has become quite insensitive ( one can compare this to masturbation, but I don't do it THAT often, :P ). You see, in Samsung phones, the pound key is used for the space. And if you use T9, it can be quite frustrating if you tap quickly and the space doesn't respond. VERY annoying. Since my warranty is supposed to end by December 2007, I quickly brought it to the service center. I had already fixed it once at the Summit USJ service center and it had only taken me one day. Little did I know that the one at Low Yatt Plaza would take more than 6 working days and the idiots didn't even have a loaner phone for me. As a result of their slowness and stupidity, I had lov

eavesdropping Swiped from iceblink240 . The STAR LRT ride between Masjid Jamek and Sri Petaling can be quite boring when you've done it for the umpteenth time. The view is the same, so why bother? What are we left with to pass the time? Yes, the passengers. There are familiar faces. Regulars. There are pretty faces. There are annoying people. People who talk too loud. Able to rise above the din of the tracks. Telling everyone their life story. And all this ample entertainment for my 20-minute ride. My eyes dart around and my ears are perked... enjoy: Kid 1: Why don't you stop at Bukit Jalil with me for a drink first? Kid2: No man, my mum would have a fit each time I arrive late. She would nag and nag! Kid1: Yalah, my mum also like to nag la. Kid2: If go out anywhere, I ask sure she don't let. But my father will let. So I just go out without asking. After enjoy already, let her nag la. That's why I prefer my dad. Kid1: Me too. Aiyah, but my father got financial

El Inspector Gadget Swiped from nopensar . I think I'm not qualified to do the blog meme that QueerR tagged me to do. But I'll do a semblance of a meme for fun. Truth be told, I've not bought a gadget in ages. The latest gadget that I own-- the Buffalo MiniStation is actually a birthday gift. So I guess it doesn't quite qualify. The first gadget that I co-owned would have to be the Sega Megadrive. 16-bits of fun. I still have it chucked in the storeroom somewhere. Most of the other gadgets that have come to my hand are mostly 2nd hand stuff that my brother doesn't use anymore-- Nokia 6150, Palm m105, Palm Tungsten T2, HP Jornada 720. Either obsolete or dead as a doornail. If you look at my wishlist, you'll find the PSP there. But I'm not that keen to buy that due to Sony's zealous anti-homebrew policies. Perhaps the Nintendo DS. Hmm. But it's a little kiddy. Oh well. I'm not that crazy about gadgets. I don't pore over mags like T3. N

crewcuts Swiped from Tanworkboots . In my battle for beauty, flawless and blemish-free skin I have took the step of cutting my hair short. If this doesn't cure my acne, then the cause if most probably stress and lack of sleep. Will soon try out using Retin-A ( endorsed by Zemien and LifeCafe ). At least No more hair poking me in the eye, tumbling carelessly from my forehead. In a few snips, my head felt instantly lighter, but my face looked instantly fatter ( "Wah, bengkak dah!" ). No more hair to frame my chubbified face ala Jennifer Anniston. Ah, tak kisah . I'll cure my forehead then regrow my tresses. But I hope the cycle won't repeat itself. Spiked up. A ridge to the right ( don't do middle, too Beckham ). A new look of sorts. SK didn't like it. KH likes it. I like it. But I just gotta get used to not brushing the hair outta my eyes. Haha. Dinner was at OKR. Restoran Choon Sun near the OKR-Taman Desa junction. The fat chef whips up a wicked C

collageFRIM Swiped from williamnyk . The Forest Research Institute of Malaysia is quite a nice place to commune with Mother Nature. Kinda reminds me of Bukit Pelindung back my hometown of Kuantan, where my friends and I would hike half way up the steep hill ( topped with a terrestrial TV broadcast station ) and then take the detour jungle trail to the second bay of Teluk Chempedak. SK, mum and I met up with the rest of the BEC gang at 8:00am. Individuals and vehicles are charged entrance fees of MYR5 and MYR1 respectively. We only started one hour later due to late-comers and confusion trying to locate the information center in order to buy the canopy walk tickets. The signage is inadequate and confusing and the staff are uninformed. "Eh, tak tahulah kat mana beli tiket tu. Mungkin kat luar sana kot..." "Tiket tu boleh dibeli di Canopy Walk sana. Tapi, takde tiket je." Ironically, a woman whom we mistook for the staff was more informative than the actual pe

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.... =)