will i am's delayed diary

OKR , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. When it rains, it pours. On a Monday no less. As usual, I check my inbox first thing in the morning. In addition to the usual crap from Men's Health, I found an e-mail from a product manager regarding a proposal that we were working on the week before. She told me that she did not have the base reference documents. We have been using the same documents for the past two proposals le... ugh... never mind. So I decided to make a detour to TTDI to pass her the documents since they were too bloody large to e-mail. My first obstacle was the traffic. Upon turning into Jalan Mega Mendung, I was stuck in a horrible jam. A road that usually takes no more than five minutes, swallowed twenty minutes of my time. And when I saw OKR, my jaw dropped. Horrible at both directions. In the end, I chose the Jalan Templer way. One hour and forty minutes later, I reach the TTDI office. And you know what? She wasn't there. In the end, I just copied the files in

Munching , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. My sister's tummy was getting really, really large. The skin was pulled taut with the baby inside. A Goodyear blimp wouldn't be a bad comparison. Just two more weeks to D-day. On Thursday night, she complained of back pain. And on Friday afternoon, mum called to say that she had been admitted to Serdang Hospital for labour pains. And at 6:20pm, I received word that Roan had been born! Her first child was via C-section, this time round she went for natural childbirth. Quite quick. Not much news from my BIL as mother and child were still in the labour room. When I got home, Cyan was really jumpy. He kept telling me that he wanted to see his little brother at the hospital. Mum, BIL and Cyan went to hospital at about 9:30pm, but they were turned away as visiting hours were over. Dejected, Cyan complained to me when he reached home. Haha. Cute kid. He spent the night at my place. Kicked my mum the whole night, depriving her of a good nig

Taxi driver awaits brisk business during lunch hour , swiped from teddy-rised on Flickr. Ever since I was reporting to work at KPMG Tower and Jalan Dungun, I had to take the taxi in the morning. I would drive out to Old Klang Road and hail a cab there. Mum would then drive home. And it's so very sad that just to get there, I have waste at least thirty minutes braving the jam on Lebuhraya Bukit Jalil. But that's just the first leg. OKR traffic ain't pretty too. Both directions can be shitty. I have tried it all and have been entertained by all sorts of taxi drivers. Some keep quiet. Some talk your ears off. Either way, I would still fiddle with my phone looking at skanky photos on Instagram while the taxi driver does his job. So far, I have learnt that: Taxi drivers who rent the taxi and the permit from taxi companies have to pay MYR45 a day For those who already own the car just need to pay MYR17 for the permit To grease the wheels to get your own permit? Just pay M

Here are a couple of MRT Celebrities from KH. The first guy is quite cute with a high breeder quotient. With his masculine looks, I think he can carry off some facial hair even. But judging from the picture, the subject of this photograph seems to be looking directly at the iPhone! This is what happens when you take pictures at face level. A very obvious action that could land you with some awkward and unhappy MRT moments. But then again, the guy might reward your appreciation with his phone number. Hahaha. Try shooting from a lower angle. The second guy ain't my cup of tea, but KH assures me that his side profile doesn't do justice to him. Anyway, look at the bottom of the picture-- blurred right? Most probably KH's finger. Always remember to keep the lens clear from obstructions. Kinda like taking pics only to find the lens cap still on! Hehe. Happy spy-camming!

Message , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. The place was packed full of people. Business was so brisk that the drinks were sold out, they only served a standard order and even the chili sauce ran dry. Moved towards the back and found one available seat for mum. Two more seats were available, but there were bags on them, so I naturally thought they were being saved for someone. Seeing that nobody came for the seats, mum opened her mouth: Mum: Is someone sitting here? Bitch: Huh?! You want the seat ah?! Mum: Yes. The bitch actually saw me standing there and did not bother to offer me a seat. Her bag and hat was more important. She grudgingly put the items on her lap. She then hailed the waiter: Bitch: Wei, where are my noodles?! Two bowls here le! Mum: I also ordered one bowl. Bitch: That woman's order is none of my business ah! Two bowls here! Amazingly selfish and rude. We just ignored her and finished the meal. Mum liked it a lot. Wonder if it was because she was super hungry! L

Green Over Yellow , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. I wasn't really if I wanted to go to Bersih 3.0. Several friends asked me about it, but I didn't give a definite answer. My mum told me that she was going, so what the heck, what kind of son would leave her mother to go alone? So I said yes, and peeled myself from the laptop and put myself in the thick of things for the first time. The night before 428, mum told me that we should gather with some DAP members at Taman Sungai Besi before heading out to Tasik Selatan. I heard 8:00am and I was like... forrrrrr whatttttt . Told her that we were going to the same place, so it didn't matter what time we left. No point going out of the way and end up on the same LRT line. As usual, she was a bit bull-headed about it, so I gave her friend a call. Luckily her friend saw my point and also changed her plan to board at Bukit Jalil at a later time. In the end, we left home at about 8:30am to use the park n' ride facilities at Buk

I know, I know, the name doesn't do justice to this college cutie. So boy next door. Met him twice on the STAR LRT to Masjid Jamek. Both times I caught him napping ( he looks much better with his eyes open! ). Good for me to cause it makes my job much easier, but of course he has a different charm with his eyes wide open! One day, as luck would have it, we both headed for the toilet after alighting at Masjid Jamek. One could conclude that I actually followed him, but I swear I'm an angel! I can get you some character witnesses who would vouch for me if you like. Hehe. And so ngam we urinated side by side as there were only two urinals available. XD. I did not steal a glance k? Hehe. Perhaps some of my readers might think that my skills extend to the level that I managed to take a spy cam of him peeing while I myself was answering the call of nature! Wakakakaka. Hope to see more of this cutie. :).

Cockles , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Suddenly received a What's App message from Gratitude to yumcha in BK5. Met him and SK at Restoran Rishadh after showering. Shared a tosai and Tandoori chicken with SK while Gratitude ordered a plate of blanched cockles! Goodness. Never ever saw anyone ordering that. Even influenced the table beside us to order the same. :S. Wouldn't touch that stuff with a ten-foot pole! But judging from the looks of it, the dish was overdone. The whole session was quite interesting as a gay couple sat beide us. Gratitude kept on stealing glances at the young pair. Gossiping was also the order of the night. Cakap sampai tekak pun kering . Some topics don't ever get boring and some people never fail to provide fodder. Six drinks and two hours later, we paid the bill and left for home. A great way to end a Friday night.

Recently watched "Seven Days in Heaven" , an artsy Taiwanese movie that pokes fun at death and funerals. It's based on an award-winning short story by Essay Liu ( what a name ) about the seven days mourning ritual. In the story, a pair of siblings go home to settle their father's funeral under the watchful eye of the village's funeral director cum Taoist priest. Along for the ride is their big-city cousin who records everything with a camcorder, and is also the eye candy of the movie! Some real funny scenes in the movie, for example showing professional mourners who grind their teeth in the dust and cry one second, and stand up to freshen up and enjoy an istonic drink the next. The daughter is also portrayed brushing her teeth beside the coffin because it was an auspicious time to mourn according to the Taoist priest. LOL. In another scene, the local politician is seen donating two huge towers of canned drinks for the funeral only to later see the drinks explode

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!