will i am's delayed diary

CSA Images 773231 Swiped from csa images . On Friday, I did not take leave, so I only visited SK at night. Earlier on, Gratitude had brought her roast pork bones + dried oyster + salted egg porridge. Very yummy in comparison to the hospital food. Sodexo sucks! SK was lethargic, spending too much time in bed. Luckily she had her iPhone and magazines a companions. By that time, 2 of her roommates had been discharged, leaving her with the Mat Rempit aunty. Later, Apollo also visited. According to SK, her condition was kinda 'misdiagnosed'. Doctor: Good news! It's not Disease A! SK: Har?! Doctor: It's actually Disease B! Disease A is a life-long disease le. But Disease B is not! But the specialist failed to mention that there is no clear cure for Diease B either. >_____<". Either way, it was kinda like an overkill to conduct surgery for Disease B. How unlucky. Sigh. Anyway, SK needed a couple more days at the hospital. On Saturday night, Gratitude visit

Last Thursday, I took leave to admit SK into Pantai Specialist Hospital for her surgery. The admissions clerk was a very cheerful Malay girl who was smiling all the way. Even better than some hotel front desks I've seen. But truthfully, most private hospitals are starting to look like hotels with jockey service, opulent lobbies and patients zig-zagging in and out with designer luggage. It was a painless check-in procedure, but we had some trouble finding a room because the hospital was quite packed. So while waiting for things to be finalized, I had a lousy nasi lemak at their food court and ordered a large cup of Sumatran Black from Starbucks. Although SK was entitled to a two-person room, she had to make do with a four-person room due to the constraints. Nothing much went on in the morning, except for some pre-op tests and preparations. SK changed into the hospital gown, did some shaving ( tee hee ) and took the ECG test. Basically she just sat on the bed, and we played scrabble

42-17597553 Swiped from ducmanhmaster . My company recently 'acquired' two companies from its parent. Due to that arrangement, four extra accounts personnel are now stationed in my office. One of 'em is Jolin. For quite some time, she was quite the plain Jane, staying under the radar most of the time. Then all of a sudden, she became the talk of the town. Let's just say that we're a stressed out bunch of people and any minor office gossip we turn into a major epic as a form of entertainment. It all began after she started approaching my colleague, Lan after office hours to help her with 'computer problems'. And the both of 'em are usually the latest to leave the office, giving our imaginations much fuel for tale-spinning. As the days went by, Jolin became bolder and bolder. Can I join you guys for lunch? You went for tea? Aiyoh, should have asked me ma....! Then one day, another colleague of mine followed her car back to Wangsa Maju: Jolin: (out

Alex was telling me the other day that he wants to learn how to swim. Since he's more comfortable with professional instructors ( it is more sensible ), I suggested that he scout the public pools around his area for classes. Just a few days after that, lo and behold, I find this search phrase in my search engine hit log: cute gay swimming instructor in KL I immediately ask Alex, "Was that you?!". Of course he denied it. Hehe. If your instructor is cute, would you learn faster or slower? :P

Monopoly? Swiped from nascity . Some nostalgia today. Believe it or not, it all started from KH's ex's blog. From there on, I found KH and some of the initial BFF. We read each other's blogs and left occasional comments. I knew he was gay, although I wasn't so sure about myself. My denial phase so to speak. But it was swiftly coming to an end. On the 19th of October 2006, an unsuspecting comment on my blog : I would be more impressed if it was fire burning on water and the water dissipates slowly. LOL Sigh, nowadays anything can be art. Have a good and long weekend ;P P/S Can't find your contact. Can u pls email me? Thanks. This is what got the ball rolling between KH & I. Simple e-mail conversations evolved into SMSes. Naturally we started talking over the phone. Then we met for the first time at Coffee Bean, Citrus Park. At that moment in time, I wasn't honest with myself regarding my sexuality. I had no intention of getting in contact with real peopl

Swiped from ~ezs . Overheard at a private pool in Taman Danau Desa: Voice 1: Dia tu kan... peluk saya tau. Pegang tangan saya. Voice 2: Lepas tu? Lepas tu? Voice 1: Dia beritahu saya, "Takpelah, sini kan sunyi, takde orang nampak!". SK was so shocked that the conversation actually came from a couple of Malay girls at the pool. I don't think they were any older than 10. Shocking. After I finished my laps, I rested at the poolside again and stole a few glances at the cute-ish queers in white arena trunks on my right. The kids were there again. Voice 1: Wei. Wei. Tengok tu. Voice 2: Mana? Voice 1: Tu. Jantan kat hujung tu. Bukannya hensem sangat. Amazing. Kids start really young these days. Who cares if you've not had your first moon? Who cares if you're still flat-chested? The early bird catches the worm.

Lady GaGa - Telephone Swiped from Lee_Way . How much do you remember of your physics? Amplitude? Frequency? Interference? Resonance? Maybe some physics genius can help me on this: For some strange reason, KH can't hear my voice well over the phone. According to him, my intonation is so erratic that he usually misses the last part of my sentence. Kinda tapers off. Well, let's investigate this in a scientific manner: ~ The problem persists with my Samsung SGH-X700, Nokia 5220 and iPhone. ~~ Hence, there might be something wrong with my voice. ~~~ But nobody else seems to complain about this. ~~~~ Hence, there might something wrong with his ears. ~~~~~ But he says he can hear other people well. ~~~~~~ Perhaps my voice and his ears are at odds? Since I have no wish of shouting into the phone, perhaps I should enunciate more slowly. But that kinda makes chatting so robotic. I like to be manja over the phone and that kinda spoils the mood. Dunno la. So difficult at times. P