will i am's delayed diary

The Blues , swiped from nicholsphotos on Flickr. Moi: Baby, how did you sleep? Tired? KH: Feeling blue. Moi: Har... Why feeling blue? KH: Cause you're not by my side. Moi: Sorry baby... KH: Actually not blue la... auto-corrected from BLUR. Moi: Pheww!

donut. , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. "Easy" is a word not found in my mum's vocabulary. Everything must be done the hard way. Last Saturday, I went to four markets in order to settle her grocery shopping list. For pork, we went to Taman United. For chicken, it was Jalan Hujan Emas 8. Vegetables? of course Jalan Hujan Emas 5. Kitchen accessories are aplenty at Seri Petaling! Didn't know that hor? Now you know. Luckily I made it in time for work. But it was good too as I managed to buy some Chinese garlic chive pancakes for my colleague. The poor fella never had them before. Also got a pack of chicken rice for lunch ( else I would have to eat Subway ) and zoomed off to Bukit Damansara. Five hours later, I made my way to OUG to get a haircut. Finally decided that my hair was too long. It had started to get caught in my backpack straps! Hahaha. And my assitant project manager kept on saying that he would like to buy a ribbon for my hair. :S. Worst of all, someone c

CHA-CHA-PAN-MEE-AMAN-SURIA-3 , swiped from ewinee on Flickr. Ever since Sis gave birth, I have been going to church alone on Sundays because mum would be helping out with the baby. I would normally eat before going home. That day, I decided on Cha Cha Pan Mee at Aman Suria. They had moved from their corner lot to a smaller intermediate lot near Heritaga Village. Business must have slowed down. Looking at the menu, I finally decided on charsiew pan mee . When my meal came, question marks popped up all over my head: Moi: Eh, ini charsiew pan mee ke? Waitress: Yeah la. You order itu kan? Moi: Takde charsiew pun? Waitress: You order charsiew pan mee kan? Inilah charsiew pan mee! Moi: Har?! Ini original pan mee la...! (I flipped the noodles to look for hidden charsiew!) Waitress: You order dengan siapa? Moi: Uncle tua itu. Uncle Tua: You ordered charsiew pan mee right? Moi: Yes. AND THIS IS NOT CHARSIEW PAN MEE. Uncle Tua: Oh yeah. Wrong order. I was flabbergasted that both of them did no

C&O , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. BACKLOGGED! Work, work, work. This is what happens when I handwash my delicates. Plenty of fresh pairs around, but if I delay it any longer, I might be the victim of a soiled underwear avalance ( though I suspect there are some people out there who might appreciate such an adventure ). Haha. At least I don't have to iron that pile. :P. Perhaps I should outsource. Any takers?

hei. , swiped from williamnyk on Flickr. Some time in April, one of my mum's distant relatives called her up to invite her to a wedding. The woman came over with her suptugenarian dad and pre-teen daughter to pass us the invitation card. Was kinda shocked that one of her daughters were getting married. Must have been knocked up! But mana tahu , it was actually her sister who was getting married in her forties. The wedding was held at Bukit Kiara Golf Resort on Labour Day. Being a big family affair, my uncle and aunt also came down from Teluk Intan to attend. Once again, they stayed at my place the night before. In the morning, we had a big breakfast gathering with my cousins at a coffee shop near my house. A bloody humid day. Moved from the stuffy interior to a table by the roadside, but it was still enough to make one sweat. At 11:30am, we made a move. Never been to the venue, but it was easy to find. Quite a hassle to get parking though. The Chinese restaurant was nestled beside

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