will i am's delayed diary

Roti , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Note: Sorry that I had been MIA for the most of this week. Work has been hectic and not much stories to tell. I'm sure many people will be blogging Yellow these few days, so I will spare you from that ( for now ) and serve you up some yumminess! ( not hunks la! ) Can you believe I woke up at 5:15am on Easter Sunday morning? Mum had registered for some MCA function in Ipoh. Couldn't resist a free getaway with several of her friends. Sent her to BK1 to catch the chartered bus. Since I was already up, SK and I went to the 6:45am Easter Sunday mass. Can't believe how many people actually wake up that early on a Sunday! Nearly full capacity. However, there was a lack of altar boys and the choir group was made up of the elderly. One aunty played the organ and sang at the same time. The hymns had a completely different feel. A bit retro! Right after mass we made our way to Klang to have breakfast with Gratitude. His mother was quite surpri

Soya Bean Seller , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. For Holy Saturday, had breakfast at Restoran Yoong Ping with SK and mum. Quite a heart breakfast of nasi lemak , curry noodles, curry chee cheong fun and kaya toast. At about 10:30am, SK left for her medical appointment at Klang while mum and I went home. Pretty much lazed at home until lunch time when mum decided to go out to buy her nombor ekor . Ventured to Taman Kinrara area. Not too far from BK5, but oh boy, the environment is quite different. Crossing the underpass is like crossing the proverbial railroad tracks. A bustling commercial area, but full of immigrants and petty traders. While waiting, I observed an old man at his soya milk stall. He had a cloth which he used to wipe his stainless steel counter; Wipe his hand; Wipe the soya milk canister; And also wipe the sweat from his forehead. Huhuhu. Packed mixed rice at one of the shops and headed home for lunch. For $5, it divided nicely into two large plates. Easter Vigil

Putra has been good to me these days. Spotted Snoopy Sam on my morning commute from Masjid Jamek to KL Sentral. He was wearing a tight-fitting polo T with an embroidery of Snoopy sleeping on the roof of his trademark red dog house. Most probably a jimui from the looks of him. The confirmation came in the form of his shoes -- very kalerful ! Fabulous tak ? Ada sikit macam kasut badut , but it's all the rage right now? In the other pic, a pair of cuties on PUTRA LRT as well, but from Masjid Jamek to Ampang Park. Not a couple though. Quite rare to get two in one shot. One is the hunky type but with a not so hunky face. Just look at his arms! His presence pinged my dar. The other guy is a breeder I think. The typical college student look. A little something for everyone. :). I notice that I have some backlog of LRT and MRT Celebrities to clear, all forgotten in my tonnes of iPhone photo folders. Will try to dig them all out!

Veneration , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Wanted to make it to the Maundy Thursday mass, but I was too late getting off work and the traffic wasn't conducive. Never mind that since I took Good Friday off. Wasn't a very productive day. Not exactly textbook example of a day of abstinence, fasting and reflection, but we did our best. Wanted to go for the earlier mass and Stations of the Cross, but mum decided against it as we still had to fetch little Cyan from pre-school, bathe him and feed him lunch. Was my first time seeing him in pre-school. By the time we arrived, he was still sitting at the bench chatting with his friend. The teacher told us that he wasn't focusing on wearing his shoes and that they purposely did not help him. Back home, the kid napped and sometime around 3:30pm, a distand relative of my mum's paid a visit. The old man came to pass us a wedding invitation for his daughter. By the time they left, it was already 4:00pm and the Liturgy of the Word

Palm Sunday: Altar , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. How time flew, before I knew it, it was already Palm Sunday. The congregation waved palm fronds as the people of Jerusalem did during Jesus' triumphant entry into the city more than two thousand years ago. He entered the city riding on a donkey, announcing him as the Prince of Peace. It marked the start of the Holy Week where Jesus would be betrayed, die on the cross and resurrected. As usual, during mass, a reenactment of sorts was done to show how Jesus was handed over to Pilate to be crucified. It was another sweltering day, so I found a more cooling place to eat-- Nihon Kai at Old Klang Road. The place was packed, so mum and I had to sit at the bar. After a while, they managed to find a table for us, but the lure of the stack of spanking new gossip magazines got the better of us. We decided to stay put. For food, it was a platter of nigiri sushi and a salmon butteryaki set. Took our sweet time finishing the food. As usua

Shoe: Car , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Skipped morning marketing on Saturday to go to the Malaysia International Shoe Festival 2012 at PWTC. Before heading out, we had breakfast at the new food court in Kuchai Lama. Plenty of stalls, but mostly only operated at night. Poor selection for breakfast. Took wantan noodles. Surprisingly crispy texture. SK's car was at the mechanic's for a clutch pad replacement so went there without a GPS. My oh my, what a mistake that was. Took us nearly an hour to get to the venue and things were made worse by some stupid road closure at Dataran Merdeka. Parked our car at Sunway Putra Mall ( The Mall Formerly Known As The Mall - the name is still as leong ) and walked over to PWTC. The place was teeming with students as the Karnival Pengajian Tinggi was also there and Muhyiddin was also there. Actually the shoe expo was quite small. We didn't take long to finish it. Mostly cheapo local brands looking for a bazaar-like environment to s

Scribble , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Mr. X had finished his business in KL and was leaving soon, so I caught him on a Friday night for a farewell yumcha session. Picked him up and went back to the area where we had dinner the week before. Although the place was called Bus Station Cafe , not many things in the cafe was devoted to this theme. Out at the front, there was a lousy sketch of a bus and one table came with a roof that looked like something one would see at a bus stop. But that was about it. When we first arrived, business was quite slow. Just one couple sitting outside and another group of pre-adolescent lalas inside. None of the customers were oogle-worthy. What caught Mr. X's attention was the staff. The waiter and the cashier had hit 8.0 on the beng scale. Enough to make him wet. :P. To be honest, the cashier was quite attractive with his jet black hair, fair skin and tribal tattoos running across his arms. We sat at one of the booths and ordered. Was kinda