will i am's delayed diary

Blackwell's parcel , swiped from ark on Flickr. Went to the Poslaju Center at Brickfields to courier some legal documents to my brother to sign. Yes, the lawyer firm finally drew up the documents for the perfection of charge after months and months. Months ago: "Fail tu... dah lama kan... emmm... bukan saya in charge la..." "Err... saya belum buat la. Sekarang saya kerja kat reception. Nanti la bulan depan saya call you semula..." Pening right? So, I passed the heavy envelope to the woman at the Poslaju counter. Moi: Ke Singapura. Poslaju: RM30. Moi: Er... lekat macam tu je? Tak letak dalam plastik ke? Poslaju: Plastik tu takde stok. Moi: Tak koyak ke nanti sampul tu? Poslaju: Emmm... Insyallah tak koyak. Moi: (ARGGHHH) Bagi saya celotape tu, saya nak tampal-tampal sikit. So is it an act of God if my package actually arrives at the destination?

Assam Fish , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Brisk business for my sister and BIL this year has them working round the clock, seven days a week. As a result, little Cyan is still sleeping over at my place. So on Sunday, he followed us out to church. The kid was well-behaved that day. He just moved around a lot, at least he did not make noise or speak loudly. Halfway through mass, he whacked half a blueberry bun and that kinda spoiled his appetite for lunch. Couldn't even coax him to eat more of his favourite nasi lemak at Heritage Village Cafe . The rice was quite standard. I should let my brother try it the next he is back. In addition to this, mum and I shared a set of steamed rice with assam fish ( it was sitting in a mixture of oil and vinegar, but really tasty, they used threadfin, really worth the price ), jiu hu char and lobak . After lunch, I went back to the hair products shop at Taman Megah to have the stylist look at my scalp. For some unknown reason, my scalp has

CARS Chase Chick Hicks with piston cup , swiped from jadafiend on Flickr. Here's how little Cyan sings the national anthem: "Negaraku, rumah tumpahnya darahku..." I have failed in my many attempts to correct him. LOL. From what I can tell, he sings Bahasa Melayu songs phonetically. Sometimes he combines several words together and mumble them out ala Jay Chou. But at least he sings "Rasa Sayang" very well. Cyan learned it in conjunction with his pre-school sports day. He proudly brought home a silver trophy ( a kiddy telematch ) which he affectionately calls the "Piston Cup". Watched too much "Cars" apparently. So cute, right?

Desktop Blood Test , swiped from juhansonin on Flickr. In 2010, I did a yearly blood test at Pathlab and found that my total cholesterol had shot up from borderline high to 7.00 MMOL/L. The recommended range is for it to be lower than 5.20! From then on, I started taking rolled oats every morning and even tried plant sterols that supposedly compete with cholesterol absorption in the bloodstream. I was already very conscious about my diet ( no chicken skin and lard ) and mum never did believe in fried and oily foods. So, during my morning marketing, I took a simple test at the pharmacy. The results from the handheld device didn't show any improvement. According to it, my LDL had shot up to 5.15 from 4.80! The only good news was that my HDL was slightly higher at 1.56 and my triglycerides dropped from 1.40 to 0.75. The Total Cholesterol / HDL ratio was also slightly better at 4.50. KH consoled me by saying that at least things did not get worse. But truthfully, I expected to see

During a What's App conversation, Nicky05 let loose that Bear was hospitalized for lung collapse! Sounded really serious so I SMS-ed Pikey for further details. Turns out that Bear was having bad health over the past month and he suddenly encountered breathing difficulties. With one day of holiday left, might as well make good use of it by visiting the poor Bear at Selayang Hospital. Reached there at about noon with little hassle on the road. Selayang Hospital is quite large with elevators ( full of anti-Anwar Ibrahim graffiti ) that wait for no one. And it has a peculiar fountain outside that practically sprays water on to the ground. I guess it doubles as a sprinkler. And the men's room had plenty of propositions for gay sex. The wards were quite large. As we walked in, saw pharmacists preparing medication for the wards. They looked VERY young. Form 3?! The medical assistants seemed gentle and patient, surpassing the standards at some private hospitals I had seen. By the ti

The angry preacher ! , swiped from Gísli Dúa on Flickr. Last week's mass was quite interesting. Perhaps the Raya Haji holiday had threw a spannar in the gears. The hymns were wrong. The projectionist did not sync with the choir. The pianist could have very well been drunk. Amazingly, the priest did not have a cow. However, he did sound about something else. He was kinda pissed with the fact that every week, they fish out rubbish from the mass collection. Some parishioners or guests see fit to throw used tissues, money that is not of legal tender and receipts into the collection bag. Having worked with the hospitality ministry for so long, I had never noticed people dropping in anything other than money. I was quite shocked. Secondly, he complained about certain church-goers who park indiscrimanately just because their cars are more luxurious than others. Arguments often break out and tempers flare. Makes one wonder if "Love Thy Neighbour" flies out the window the second

Lab 101 , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Deviating from the norm, I did not go marketing last Saturday as mum had a breakfast gathering with her friends. I slept in instead and followed SK to work at about 9:00am. She had a job order to produce six facial care products, so she offered me to tag along and see how it was done. before starting work, we had breakfast at Damansara Uptown. Restoran Bintang served up quite a decent plate of Hakka noodles. In just under two hours she whipped up a batch of the products with some leftovers to spare for our own use. Breezed through the whole process while briefly explaining what she was dosing into the beaker. There was a reason for each ingredient and for everything she did there was a trick to balance things out. After dumping everything in ala Chef Wan while making his rendang ( everything was agak-agak ), she would run the homogenizer. As the assistant, I would be fetching her glassware, filling water and cleaning up. Quite interesting