will i am's delayed diary

O2 , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Note: A late post... Not related to SK's current hospitalization :S SK had been coughing and coughing and coughing and wheezing for a week plus without respite. Since the GP couldn't do anything for her, the next logical step would be to visit the specialist. The diagnosis-- bronchitis. According to the doctor, with her breathlessness and if she was any older, she would most probably had collapsed way earlier. They hooked her up on oxygen and steroids. And yeah, she was immediately warded. After I came back from the office, I took a cab to Taman Desa Medical Center. Waltzed in with a packet of vegetarian tomyum noodles as she was not thrilled with the hospital food. The staff were extra nice. Fake smiles all over the place. Felt a bit weird. Must be some new management directive. And I guess they can afford to be nice when there was only eighteen patients at that time. Hardly over-worked. Took her car and went back to her apartment to pac

Argument , swiped from gilmarcil on Flickr. Note: A little story perfect for this Lenten season At the AHP Building Maybank branch: A Malay woman was using the only cheque deposit machine in service. She had a stack in her hand and was busy sorting out the next cheque to feed into the machine. A Chinese woman suddenly burst into the branch and said in the bitchiest tone she could muster: "PLEASE don't hog the machine!" The Malay woman rolled her eyes. Turned to face her with a fake smile and let her use the machine. "OFFLINE?! How come offline?!" Patiently, the Malay woman guided her which button to press. Apparently the Chinese woman did not know how to operate it. The Malay woman continued to patiently help her key in the required fields. Not feeling so high and mighty anymore, she meekly replied: "Thanks a lot... You can use the machine now." She swallowed her pride and rushed out. It is amazing what a little kindness can do. Bravo to the Malay wom

IMGP4699 , swiped from § Tilly Mint § on Flickr. In case you don't know, our beloved central bank recently introduced rules to further tighten credit card spending. According to the new guidelines, people with an income of 36k per annum or lower can only own two credit cards and the credit limit should not be higher than twice the monthly income. Late last year, Citibank had already sent me an official letter highlighting the issue and asked me to submit my latest EA form. HSBC on the other hand decided to ask their Tele-sales team to give me a frantic phone call the other day. In broken English, the fellow asked me point blank what my salary was ( like I was going to entertain an unverified phone call ). I was like, "Don't I need to supply supporting documents?!", to which he said I needed to submit three months of my payslip and my EPF statement for 2011. Wow. One would think that I was applying for a 500k housing loan. I asked how why I needed to submit so many do

KH: Mum, I'm going downstairs to swim. MIL: With William ah? SK did not come? KH: Yeah mum, with William only. MIL: Behave yourself. Goodness! My MIL thinks I'm a skank! We are always prim and proper in public! Some horsing around in the pool never hurt anyone! :P. Hehe. Just some playful gropes. And the new N2N Bodhi Blue Zen swim trunks that KH bought me were absolutely divine. I'm sold on the idea of elastic-less swim trunks. Felt like I was skinny dipping and the trunks were loose and there was more space to 'grow'. Hehe. Felt kind of insecure though since only the drawstring was holding everything up. But makes for one hell of a sexy experience. Needless to say, that swim session left me with another serious case of blue balls. :'(.

ptptn-logo , swiped from Cuti Malaysia on Flickr. Do you have a PTPTN loan? Have you tried to call their hotline ( hot translates to temper here )? Have you been to their customer service center at Wisma Chase Perdana? If you have you would probably be familiar with their level of service . Recently, they opened a PTPTN One-Stop Center at KL Sentral. SK wanted to settle her loan so I went there on her behalf to try to get a release letter. I took a number and waited. There were only six customers in front of me and there was four counters open. You know what? Half an hour passed before I was serviced. Not surprising at all looking at how they work. Retrieve the next queue number Service the customer Spend ten minutes after the customer left doing back office tasks like stamping, photocopying and God knows what Sit back down at the counter and idle for five minutes Retrieve the next queue number I was like... why the heck are the front office people slowing down the whole process by

Red Packet , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Tagged along with KH to a lunch gathering with his friends, HL and KS. Since HL is a vegetarian, we ate at Yishensu , One Utama. The whole restaurant was manned by lethargic waiters. Pengz . 'Meat' was high on our list of dishes with faux roast goose, curry fish, stir-fried chicken and beancurd. Over lunch, I was sad to hear that HL had broken up with his ang moh boyfriend. I had met both of them over tea at Pappa Rich just the year before. KS on the other hand was new to me. Quite an interesting character ( dressed up in a tie and leather pants! ) who regaled us with stories of his days working for a Malaysian Anna Wintour who bought him Prada shoes and other luxury items in exchange for his soul . After cam-whoring and saying our goodbyes, we quickly sent KH to the Immigration Department at Kelana Jaya to collect his passport. A literal fish market-like atmosphere. Immediately after collecting it, we went to nearby Aman Suri

Food for the Soul , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Fried bihun was my breakfast on third day of CNY. Basically lazed around at home till about 2:00pm when SK, KH and I went out to meet Janvier for a late lunch at Ka Fei Dian , Amcorp Mall. Ate nasi lemak with a cup of teh c . In addition to catching up, the main purpose was also to continue with Project Video Exchange. I brought my lappie along to copy his collection of "Hercule Poirot" and "Miss Marple". Too bad my laptop ran out of juice before I had the chance to dig through his extensive porn collection. Along the way, we discussed about how cruisy the toilets at Amcorp Mall were based on Pluboy's observation. Never thought that I'd be so lucky to experience the answer personally. I went to use the toilet at the ground floor after having cake and tea at Secret Recipe . The row of of ten urinals were unoccupied when I walked in. I used the seventh urinal from the entrance. And as luck would have