will i am's delayed diary

2007 Tzu-Chi Youth Group Summer Camp Group Photo , swiped from Stev!e on Flickr. On Saturday, mum and I went for the sunset mass on Saturday because I had to leave for Brunei on a 06:45 am flight on Sunday. Was supposed to go home for dinner, but a talk on recycling by the Tzu Chi Merit Society caught mum's eye. My church's RCIA group had invited them over to share their experience about their extensive recycling campaigns. Up at their booth, a very nice-looking lady approached us to explain things. She spoke very politely in Mandarin and English. She was extolling five simple steps to reducing one's carbon footprint: Go vegetarian Reduce the use of air-conditioning Reduce the use food packaging Carpool or use public transport Save water Simple enough? Next she showed us some instant rice and noodles that they manufacture for international relief efforts. Through DA.AI Technology , they managed to recycle PET bottles into clothing and blankets which are also used to provid

Pixelated poinciana , swiped from judith511 on Flickr. Taken from JapanProbe.com . "Censorship is enough to completely turn off most Americans to Japanese porn. They are so used to seeing hardcore penetration shots that the fact that they can’t actually see the genitals make the porn useless to them. It’s a shame, since some out there think that Japanese pornography is often far superior to American adult videos. Japanese porn doesn’t focus on the penetration shot, instead using a variety of direction styles to create a sex scene. Without censorship, most Japanese directors would be as lazy as their American counterparts, who rely heavily on close-ups of penetration. It is possible that Japan’s wacky and innovative porn is a partial response to censorship." I for one am a fan of Japanese porn. The cencorship doesn't really bother me. I'm OK with pixelated dicks. I can put things into perspective by cranking up my imagination. It doesn't take much. But some porn c

Halftone , swiped from I'm George on Flickr. I looked at my payslip today and found that my basic salary had been cut! WTF! I make MYRX400 a month and suddenly it was MYRX130!!! I quickly checked last month's payslip. Hmmm. Also MYRX130!!! The one before that also MYRX130!!! I went through twelve payslips before it me. I do make MYRX130 a month. LOL. Getting senile. For some reason I thought I make MYRX400 a month. Oh well. Drama over.

Vote One, Vote All , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Back in KL then to Singapore, we were suddenly VERY aware of the heat. Our skin seemed prickly the closer we got to the outside world. Quickly jumped into the cab and headed to Serangoon. Wasn't quite sleepy, so I did some unpacking and repacking for my trip back to KL. So much stuff! Had to leave some stuff with KH. For food, we had mixed rice, winter melon soup and wantan noodles ( the yucky variety with sweet chili sauce ) at the Serangoon Foodcourt. Some eye candy was at the nearby table. Hehe. After filling our bellies, we went home to sleep. Also met KH's new housemates. A gay couple. One's a cute-ish IT guy and the other's a twinky Taiwanese student who spends way too much time with male escorts. Dinner was with KH's landlord at Kimly Seafood . POD and Nic also joined us. Singapore was a buzz with the impending election. Lots of talk about "Ling Vs Ling", the government airhead against the feis

Swiped from ewankojohn Football. Bah! Everytime there is a game at Bukit Jalil Stadium, things go haywire. Arsenal was there last Wednesday and I got a very 'pleasant' surprise when I got down at Bukit Jalil Station to collect my car from the parking lot. It was surrounded by loads of motorcycles! F*ck! Dragged a few motorcycles out of the way, but some were extremely hard to move ( learned that Kris is heavier than other brands! ). Decided to enlist the help of a stranger. Thank goodness he was strong and knew how to move the locked motorcycles. We moved more than ten and had to slowly adjust the rows of motorcycles for me to able to manoeuver out. Still, it was too tight and I scratched the car a bit. Crap! And that ordeal really took a toll on my spindly arms. Ouch. Ouch. Ache. Ache. The next day, while I was walking to KL Sentral, a trio of Thai girls stopped me to ask for directions. They wanted to get to My Hotel @ Brickfields. Those gung-ho girls only knew the name

King's Cross , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Took the EuroStar from Paris Gare du Nord back to London. Once again, the confusing signage nearly got the better of us. The departure was actually upstairs and we had to check-in ala air travel. Seeing that we were running late, the staff let us through the gates without filling out our immigration cards. Security was also a bitch to clear. Had another round of grilling from the British immigration. Once in train, we heaved a sigh of relief and went to get some drinks. Ordered a cafe au lait and ate some biscuits. The barista was cute! A whole bunch of midgety HK students were milling around the area too. Back at our seats, we had fun seeing a Malaysian couple discussing their holiday plans. Boy: I wanna go the staidum. The stadium. The stadium. Girl: Don't forget shopping. Shopping. and more shopping. Boy: OK. Stadium then shopping. Girl: How about shopping then stadium? Gotta love 'em. Arrived at King's

Auditorium-SJK-c-YUK-CHAI , swiped from ewinee on Flickr. Once again, brought my mum to VerSeS: A Journey Through Time And Ages (AJTTA), a charity concert featuring sacred music. Already part IV this year. Held at SRJK(C) Yuk Chai, Taman Megah. The venue was easy to find as the school was huge. Quite impressed with the facilities. Looked posh with its contemplation garden complete with fountain, timber benches and canteen with stainless steel chairs and tables. It also has an auditorium-- that's where the concert was held. The concert coincided with BERSIH 2.0's rally, so I was a bit concerned about getting there. Wanted to check out ITIS, but the website was down for maintenance. Good timing hor ? Conancat was kind enough to inform me that the LDP was free from roadblocks, so I chose that route. Upon arriving, I was shocked to see the enthusiam of its basketball teams. The coach carried his baby in one hand and shouted orders through his headset to keep the practice drill go