will i am's delayed diary

Coach , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Note: This happened last week yeah... jangan keliru :P KH was recently in Hong Kong attending a wedding banquet of an ex-university mate. The fellow seems to have made it big. He had qualified as an actuary early in his career and married a rich Hongkee girl with a large bungalow in the New Territories. On the way back to Singapore, KH transited in KL and made a three-day stopover. Yay! Come monday afternoon, SK picked him up from the airport and we met for dinner at Taman Sri Manja. KH complained about all the good food that I had been blogging about, so he wanted me to bring him to as many as possible. Unlike me, he does not keep a list, so he had to scan my blog for the venues. Hehe. At the restaurant, we ordered the sizzling spicy seafood platter with fish, cuttlefish, prawns and vegetables. Delicious as usual. However, I think the price had increased quite tremendously since the last I was there. Was fun kissing him after dinner with tomy

Pep Talk , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. My typical Sunday at church took a turn when mum received an SMS from a friend at the DAP office in Kuchai Lama. The service center at Taman Sungai Besi was having a Hari Raya do ( the president there is a Chinese muslim ) and we were invited at the last minute. Just as I was about to turn into Tropicana city Mall, I made a U-turn and headed for the venue. According to the SMS, it was suppposed to start at 2:30pm. Mum suggested that we have lunch there. Common sense and experience taught me to fill my tummy first as these things are NEVER on time. Shared a bowl of pan mee at Face to Face , Bandar Park. Guessed how to get there as my mum is usually very confused about places. When we reach the place, she would say "AHA! I remember there's a mamak shop below it", but she can never tell you that piece of information before reaching the destination. :S. You know what? We were the first to arrive. Looking at the schedule, I was sh

Picking The Best , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. After a long hiatus, SK rejoined mum and I on our Saturday morning sojourn. For the third week in a row, mum chose to go to NSK. For some reason, it wasn't very well-stocked that day, with lots of rotting produce put in the bargain bins. Breakfast was at one of the old coffeeshops at Taman Naga Emas, Salak South. Rivalry among the adjacent shops stopped me from trying pan mee from another stall, so I just stuck with our regular. Seeing some delicious Hainanese chicken, SK ordered a portion to be shared. The skin was super yellow and glistening, hinting at a delicious taste and an explosion of fat and cholesterol. But that was nothing compared to the side of chicken liver. Hehe. Scrumptious. The pan mee was great as usual. I like the torn variety because it's very thin, with zero flour aftertaste. And the soup was clear with little hint of flavour additives. For lunch, we headed out to Serdang for dishes at Leong Ngar .

hitsugaya toushirou , swiped from unreqiuted Love sh31$#@%$#54 on Flickr. SK discovered my first white hair during a BEC gathering in Kuchai Lama. At first she thought it was paint, then after further examination, we found it to be otherwise. =_=. Quickly, she pulled out the hair for me to see. The hair was partially-gray at the tip. Quite peculiar don't you think for the melanin to stop being produced at the start, then jump-started again at a later time. The engine is failing! Boo-hoo. Turns out that getting gray hair at the age of thirty is considered as premature graying! How can!? Sniff-sniff. Time to start eating black sesame tong sui in large amounts. Jom! But truth be told, my first gray hair actually sprouted up in my left nostril. Hehe. That was perhaps about a year ago. And guys... please don't talk about gray hair in the nether regions! Can't imagine... =_=

042/365 - Stand on the Right , swiped from armiller007 on Flickr. If you take the LRT frequently, you would know that on the escalators, one should stand on the left to let those in a rush to go by. It's not exactly an unwritten rule because certain stations do have signs instructing commuters to do so. However, many non-KL natives descend on Kuala Lumpur every day and they might not be aware of this arrangement and the freshness of the whole situation may cause them to 'miss' the signs. They would stand on the right, zombified with their luggage or children causing those on the morning or evening rush hour to be stranded behind them. And the problem is worsened by the fact that we Malaysians are a shy lot. We wouldn't say anything, just fume at the back. Very rarely does one see a light tap to advise the 'road block' to move out of the way. People would rather shut up, be red in the face and tap their fingers impatiently. People in London are a different story

PetalingStreetLantern20111 , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Petaling Street isn't exactly my cup of the tea with its haphazard alleys and crowds, but I do admit that it's a photographer's treasure trove of heritage sights. Having read about the Petaling Street Communit Art Project in the Star Metro, I was tempted to go take a look. It was jointly organized by the Kuala Lumpur and Selangor Chinese Assembly Hall and the Lost Generation Space to preserve the historic value of Jalan Petaling and Jalan Sultan. It has become a priority with the MRT project casting a dark cloud of gloom over the area. Mum was also excited to go as it was ages since she was last there. SK picked us up at 5:00pm and we parked the car at Central Market before walking over to Gospel Hall Church ( stopped to have air mata kucing first ). The church was very generous to have borrowed out their whole compound as the focal point for the activites. Lanterns were everywhere-- Ultraman, Sailormoon and A

fancy hem stitch , swiped from miriam.klaassen on Flickr. My mother is a very panicky woman. The smallest of things can set her on edge. Looking for an entry in the phone book can make her tense and snap at you. So, the other day, while my mum was driving Cyan home from pre-school the other day, he created a scene. The kid screamed that he needed to pee pee. My mother being my mother, got all flustered and stopped by the side of the road. As she got out of the car and slammed the door, she actually flattened her index finger. OUCH! Did you feel your balls shrink after reading that? The skin at the top and bottom of her finger actually split open. She got four stitches at the nearby clinic. Quite an episode huh? She got her stitches removed today. Just the other day she was telling me that the doctor asked her not to move her finger so much. But my mum being my mum, she went on a cleaning spree, cleaning stuff that hardly get any attention during other times. I can only smile.