will i am's delayed diary

Taking advantage of the Malaysia Day holiday, my BEC organized a day trip to Titi and Seremban in Negeri Sembilan. Just MYR60 per pax to cover the food expenses. Transportation by chartered bus was covered by the BEC's fund. We were lucky enough to be accompanied by a priest. Boarded the bus at OUG. That location was strategic because it was central and the parishioner's home had a vacant field which we could use as a car park. Breakfast was provided-- a couple of buns and some bottled water. During the drive to Titi, we brought out the guitar and had a rousing praise and worship session. Turns out that the priest is a good singer specializing in golden oldies. Also prayed the rosary and by the time we finished the last decade, we arrived at St. Augustine's Church. The 114-year-old church is located on a hill. At the back is the church cemetery located on an even higher hill flanked with trees. The design of the church is simple with a single belfry and a wooden altar

For the first time, mum and I attended Malaysia Day of Prayer (MDOP) at Calvary Convention Center (CCC). For several years now, the Council of Churches of Malaysia and the Archdiocese of Kuala Lumpur have been having an annual day or prayer on Malaysia Day to pray for our country's peace and prosperity. The event was actually well-planned with fantastic praise and worship, dances, and prayers from the various Christian denominations. Unfortunately, it's quite a waste that the turnout wasn't better. Very obvious in a venue as large as the CCC. Teresa Kok had been attending the event for years, and this year the gathered priests and pastors prayed over her, asking for God's blessing of wisdom in her capacity as cabinet minister. Paul Low was also there but I don't think that many people paid him much attention. Hopefully this event will be more successful in the coming years. But I guess people would rather spend their holiday doing something else. Hehe.

Mum and I went to Taman Naga Emas for the crystal pan mee, but we couldn't resist ordering the roti canai too! So crispy! On our way out, I was shocked to see Salak South's landmark, the '12-floor' flats sporting a fresh coat of paint. So karerful yuols ! Really brightens up the whole neighbourhood. By the way, does it remind you of the television no-signal pattern? Rained a bit in the evening, but that didn't stop us from going to Taman Bukit Jalil for some exercise. Felt like we had the whole park to ourselves. The regulars stayed away. Mum whipped up dinner, combining whatever was in the refrigerator. Another colourful ensemble for the day.

Nearly two weeks after I ordered my spectacles, they were finally ready for collection. Right after work, I jumped off at IOI Puchong Jaya LRT station and walked over to the mall. Would definitely take some getting used to the new pair. Had a slight feeling of floating. And the reading power wasn't very noticeable. All that aside, I was pretty psyched with the new bookish look. Most importantly, the weight of the frame wasn't a problem at all. Maybe I wasn't suited to usual nose pads that came with rimless frames. Yay! On my way out, I was stopped by a Indian chap who asked me for money. He gave a story that his wallet was stolen, and a 'Good Samaritan' gave him a lift to the police station to make a report, and subsequently dropped him off at IOI Mall. To 'substantiate' his story, he produced a web page print out of his 'police report' with a weird URL at the footer. Another strategy he employed was to praise the Chinese as kind-hearted ( in his

When I was a kid, the whole family looked forward to nasi lemak day. Mum would cook everything from scratch, and we would help out a bit. The day before, we would be tasked with cleaning the ikan bilis ( anchovies ). Armed with trays, we would sit in front of the TV to pluck off the heads, and clean out the innards. Loved snacking on the mix crispy fried ikan bilis and salted peanuts. On the day of cooking, we would also help with the preparation of the sambal but peeling lots of shallots and garlic, and mashing them all up with a pestle and mortar. Mum's sambal is savoury and spicy, unlike the Malay style where sugar is a must. And you know what? We would have mum's signature nasi lemak  for breakfast, lunch, and dinner ( usually gone before that ). With multiple servings. Bwahaha. And in between meals, we would munch on the crispy ikan bilis , or make canapés out of sliced cucumber, sambal , and ikan bilis . These days, mum rarely cooks nasi lemak anymore. So when

In less than a month, mum was on another day trip, this time to Kuala Sepetang or its historic name, Port Weld. Definitely good news for my sex life. Woke up in the morning, and headed to Restoran Joylnn , Taman Damai Utama for a simple breakfast of soft-boiled eggs, coffee, and toast. SK joined me too, and we had a long chat there. Some time before lunch, KH made an appearance and we got down to business. I had put on my white Pikante jockstrap, so he knew what I wanted that day. KH introduced me to Shin Zushi at Jalil Link, Bukit Jalil. The Japanese Restaurant serves a range of economical choice and also more premium items. Food wasn't bad, but sometimes the portions can be unexpectedly small. A word of warning: they don't have many tables, and they don't take reservations. For many years, I had worn rimless spectacles or at most half-rim frames. Time for a change. KH helped me pick out a pair of full frames from Library at IOI Mall. Fearing that I would not ge

"Is it just me or its a bit drafty in here?". Drafty Dirk was spotted at Owl's Cafe, Jalil Link. Think he's wearing some sort of seamless underwear. Not sure about the brand. But I'm sure he needs a belt for that pair of trousers! If you could choose what he wore that day, what would it be? A) Jockstrap. B) Thong. C) G-string. D) Other. Please state.