I miss walking around English streets and villages looking for scones and clotted cream.
I miss gliding on the waters in Venice at night, looking at the lights in the palazzos.
I miss Edinburgh.
I miss standing in front of the Louvre's pyramid entrance at night. In fact, I miss walking around Paris at night.
I miss Grandpa G.
Is there anything you guys miss during nostalgic moments?
Friday, August 25, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Happy 10th Anniversary!
Wow, no way, I'm not talking about any of my friends here! Wouldn't it be weird to have friends together for 10 years? If you ask me, it's kind of sad to be tied down to that one person since you were 16. Sheesh.
Anyway, I was talking about SOULed OUT!! Visit their website at http://www.souledout.com.my (although their webmaster has been doing a crap job of not updating their website for the most important event of the resto's life). SOULed OUT is turning 10 this September and they're having a Mardi Gras themed Carnivale with lots of fun and games for all the family on September 9.
And I'm going to be BEAD GIRL.
Yeah... I'll be the one standing behind a (presumably) white table selling Mardi Gras beads. So come along and visit the outlet - it doesn't disappoint - I was there for New Year's and there were quite a few cute guys there ;)
Anyway, I was talking about SOULed OUT!! Visit their website at http://www.souledout.com.my (although their webmaster has been doing a crap job of not updating their website for the most important event of the resto's life). SOULed OUT is turning 10 this September and they're having a Mardi Gras themed Carnivale with lots of fun and games for all the family on September 9.
And I'm going to be BEAD GIRL.
Yeah... I'll be the one standing behind a (presumably) white table selling Mardi Gras beads. So come along and visit the outlet - it doesn't disappoint - I was there for New Year's and there were quite a few cute guys there ;)
Saturday, August 19, 2006
My dogs are the perfect example
I think my two dogs' behaviours are prime indicators of human male and female personalities. Yes, indeedy-doo.
Here's a great example. When I bathe both of them, they display very different characteristics. Foxy, the girl, always sits still and doesn't move, as if she knows that water and shampoo in her eyes will most definitely sting. She also knows that a good and long rubdown with shampoo will make her fur smooth and shiny. And so she sits still. And waits patiently for me to finish.
Then I bring her upstairs to blowdry her fur. She trots dutifully to the drying spot and bravely endures the hot air blowing into her face, knowing that the more I dry and brush her fur, the nicer she will look. Oh, how sweet she is. You start to think it's not so bad bathing a dog.
But wait, I haven't brought Maxi in yet. He is so typically male, it's sometimes cute. And sometimes... the total opposite.
At least these days he trots into the bathroom after me, not like the early days when he would run a mile when seeing me walk into that bathroom (which I only use for bathing them, so he knows what's coming). So then I start rinsing his fur and that's fine. He hides his face from the splashing water but that's fine too. And he actually stands still while I rub his fur down with shampoo (with the exception of wriggling and twisting his body here and there). Thankfully he's small and I can push his body back into position.
So the wet part is over and that went alright. But now comes the blowdryer!
Firstly he takes some coaxing to get into the drying spot. After he's there, I have to block off all exits with my legs and corner him into a wall because he will definitely try to get out of the blowdrying bit. And he has succeeded at least once each session. He just can't take the pain and agony of hot air in his face! He'll hide his face under my knee, wriggle down under the table, put his backside down on the floor when I try to brush and dry his tail and bottom fur and just basically do all he can to wriggle out of this nonsensical beauty nonsense. Sound familiar?
Truly, Foxy knows what every girl knows - you have to endure some pain to be beautiful (think facials, waxing... you know what I mean).
Here's a great example. When I bathe both of them, they display very different characteristics. Foxy, the girl, always sits still and doesn't move, as if she knows that water and shampoo in her eyes will most definitely sting. She also knows that a good and long rubdown with shampoo will make her fur smooth and shiny. And so she sits still. And waits patiently for me to finish.
Then I bring her upstairs to blowdry her fur. She trots dutifully to the drying spot and bravely endures the hot air blowing into her face, knowing that the more I dry and brush her fur, the nicer she will look. Oh, how sweet she is. You start to think it's not so bad bathing a dog.
But wait, I haven't brought Maxi in yet. He is so typically male, it's sometimes cute. And sometimes... the total opposite.
At least these days he trots into the bathroom after me, not like the early days when he would run a mile when seeing me walk into that bathroom (which I only use for bathing them, so he knows what's coming). So then I start rinsing his fur and that's fine. He hides his face from the splashing water but that's fine too. And he actually stands still while I rub his fur down with shampoo (with the exception of wriggling and twisting his body here and there). Thankfully he's small and I can push his body back into position.
So the wet part is over and that went alright. But now comes the blowdryer!
Firstly he takes some coaxing to get into the drying spot. After he's there, I have to block off all exits with my legs and corner him into a wall because he will definitely try to get out of the blowdrying bit. And he has succeeded at least once each session. He just can't take the pain and agony of hot air in his face! He'll hide his face under my knee, wriggle down under the table, put his backside down on the floor when I try to brush and dry his tail and bottom fur and just basically do all he can to wriggle out of this nonsensical beauty nonsense. Sound familiar?
Truly, Foxy knows what every girl knows - you have to endure some pain to be beautiful (think facials, waxing... you know what I mean).
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Someone's hit the Big Time!
Listening to the radio now and it's playing Beyonce's Deja Vu... oh gosh and Jo Whiley just said she looks stunning in the video just as I was about to write how awful Beyonce looks! I have absolutely no idea what Beyonce's trying to do in that video, flinging her bits about here and there and looking like someone having an epileptic fit. And the song! I love Beyonce's voice, I do, but she's positively screaming in the song!
Anyway, I wanted to write this post because I've hit the Big Time! Well, perhaps not quite so Big, but I've now got an "agent" assigned to me, whoa... doesn't that sound cool? Someone who'll get me jobs (hopefully) and things like that. Perhaps I should look at getting a bodyguard and a personal stylist now...
Anyway, I wanted to write this post because I've hit the Big Time! Well, perhaps not quite so Big, but I've now got an "agent" assigned to me, whoa... doesn't that sound cool? Someone who'll get me jobs (hopefully) and things like that. Perhaps I should look at getting a bodyguard and a personal stylist now...
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Nain's Bash at Ruums
Click this link to visit Sharry Berry's album of photos from Nain's 25th birthday bash!
"Feng Tau" Music
What is it really? I'm so, so bad at music genres. Would it be called trance music? Sounded more hard trance than anything.
Anyway, I'm talking about the music being played at Ruums where Nain had his birthday party last weekend. Music was good, the place was nice, the servers were relatively quick, efficient and friendly. The only downside was my embarrassment at the people on the dancefloor. I heard it was a DJ from Australia who came to play and all I can think of is how lame he must think our dancers are.
Although I can't complain too much since I didn't go to the dancefloor... I suppose having a full floor of incredibly lame dancers is better than an empty one.
So naturally I thought, "Oh god, how embarrasing for us! Look at the people down there moving their shoulders to this sort of music, like it's Engelbert Humperdinck or somethin"
But, hey... if you take a walk round to the back, off the floor, hidden from view by pillars, you'll see the real dancers. Guys wearing what looked like lion dancers' pants but pretty cool at the same time because it's all about the legwork; one girl looking like Avril Lavigne with a midriff singlet and black tie showing some moves on her own; and just a group of guys in a circle watching each other's moves... those are the people that ought to be watched.
At least now I know how this music is danced to. And I thought it was all about flinging your dreadlocks, whacking other people in the face.
By the way, isn't it great how many comments there were in the last post? Brilliant!
Anyway, I'm talking about the music being played at Ruums where Nain had his birthday party last weekend. Music was good, the place was nice, the servers were relatively quick, efficient and friendly. The only downside was my embarrassment at the people on the dancefloor. I heard it was a DJ from Australia who came to play and all I can think of is how lame he must think our dancers are.
Although I can't complain too much since I didn't go to the dancefloor... I suppose having a full floor of incredibly lame dancers is better than an empty one.
So naturally I thought, "Oh god, how embarrasing for us! Look at the people down there moving their shoulders to this sort of music, like it's Engelbert Humperdinck or somethin"
But, hey... if you take a walk round to the back, off the floor, hidden from view by pillars, you'll see the real dancers. Guys wearing what looked like lion dancers' pants but pretty cool at the same time because it's all about the legwork; one girl looking like Avril Lavigne with a midriff singlet and black tie showing some moves on her own; and just a group of guys in a circle watching each other's moves... those are the people that ought to be watched.
At least now I know how this music is danced to. And I thought it was all about flinging your dreadlocks, whacking other people in the face.
By the way, isn't it great how many comments there were in the last post? Brilliant!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Part 2 of the HELP chronicles
Okay I tried to find Part 1 and link to it so that your memories would be refreshed but I couldn't find it! I had a good time looking at old pictures from Paris though. Lovely.
And you guys!! You're all reading but you're not responding! What the heck is this, man?! I painstakingly type out Part 1 and ask all of you to leave a comment if you want Part 2 and everyone just tells me over dinner that they want Part 2. Just leave a record that someone's reading this and I'll be happy.
And you want me to be a guest reviewer at your own blog? Leave me something here first, that's what I say.
Here goes Part 2 anyway... continuing from when Sharon invited Gary to Australia for lunch.
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Part 2 Scene 1 - KLIA (Airport)
Gary wondered what to do. He walked around trying to sell his RM200 boots, RM100 shirt, RM500 watch and RM100 bag, but he was still a few hundred short. What was he to do? So he tried calling his friends but none of them were available. Then he posed as a gigolo.
But Lady Lucky was on his side. Sam a very rich guy was passing by and saw Gary. Gary told him his trouble and Sam donated some money to him. What a gentleman Sam is.
Meanwhile Daniel apologised to Hui and they both cried... on the other hand Charng Bin was having a nice time with Liu Yi.
Chia Weng Yan then complained that he did not have a girlfriend. He said that chicks only take him as a joker/clown but not a boyfriend. He then said that he would turn gay if he doesn't get a girlfriend soon. Poor Chia. He decided his new interest would be a guy named Richard Ong. Richard is a nice guy, it seems, so Chia started sitting next to him in class every opportunity he had. Richard, the blur one, didn't notice anything.
Gary finally entered the plane. As it lifted off, ,he suddenly heard the stewardess say, "Enjoy your flight to Saudi Arabia.".
"What?" Gary said. Never mind, he thought since he has another girlfriend there. Her name is Su May. Meanwhile Chia notices something. His long gone first lover is back from her studies. Chia shifted his attention to her once again. She is more beautiful than ever.
"But what about Richard!" he thought. Chia knew he couldn't just leave Richard like that, so he decided to continue courting Richard.
Gary finally arrived in Saudi Arabia but was actually in Abu Dhabi. So he decided to go home. He didnt' have transport, so he gave Richard a call and asked for a lift. Richard drove to Saudi Arabia and swam as well. Gary didn't want to swim back, so he gave another call to Sam, who flew him back to KL. Chia was hurt that Richard left him, so he decided to go home.
But his first lover take him regardless of what he did. (Don't ask me what that means).
THE END.
And you guys!! You're all reading but you're not responding! What the heck is this, man?! I painstakingly type out Part 1 and ask all of you to leave a comment if you want Part 2 and everyone just tells me over dinner that they want Part 2. Just leave a record that someone's reading this and I'll be happy.
And you want me to be a guest reviewer at your own blog? Leave me something here first, that's what I say.
Here goes Part 2 anyway... continuing from when Sharon invited Gary to Australia for lunch.
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Part 2 Scene 1 - KLIA (Airport)
Gary wondered what to do. He walked around trying to sell his RM200 boots, RM100 shirt, RM500 watch and RM100 bag, but he was still a few hundred short. What was he to do? So he tried calling his friends but none of them were available. Then he posed as a gigolo.
But Lady Lucky was on his side. Sam a very rich guy was passing by and saw Gary. Gary told him his trouble and Sam donated some money to him. What a gentleman Sam is.
Meanwhile Daniel apologised to Hui and they both cried... on the other hand Charng Bin was having a nice time with Liu Yi.
Chia Weng Yan then complained that he did not have a girlfriend. He said that chicks only take him as a joker/clown but not a boyfriend. He then said that he would turn gay if he doesn't get a girlfriend soon. Poor Chia. He decided his new interest would be a guy named Richard Ong. Richard is a nice guy, it seems, so Chia started sitting next to him in class every opportunity he had. Richard, the blur one, didn't notice anything.
Gary finally entered the plane. As it lifted off, ,he suddenly heard the stewardess say, "Enjoy your flight to Saudi Arabia.".
"What?" Gary said. Never mind, he thought since he has another girlfriend there. Her name is Su May. Meanwhile Chia notices something. His long gone first lover is back from her studies. Chia shifted his attention to her once again. She is more beautiful than ever.
"But what about Richard!" he thought. Chia knew he couldn't just leave Richard like that, so he decided to continue courting Richard.
Gary finally arrived in Saudi Arabia but was actually in Abu Dhabi. So he decided to go home. He didnt' have transport, so he gave Richard a call and asked for a lift. Richard drove to Saudi Arabia and swam as well. Gary didn't want to swim back, so he gave another call to Sam, who flew him back to KL. Chia was hurt that Richard left him, so he decided to go home.
But his first lover take him regardless of what he did. (Don't ask me what that means).
THE END.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
This is how I know
I'm back in KL.
And I know this to be true not only because I endured a 12 hour flight to arrive at KLIA, but because on the road today, I was knocked from behind whilst in a traffic jam.
In fact, I've been back 3 weeks and there is a whole list I could put on here that hits it home that I'm back in the land of "Me, Me, Me". Most of the reminders do come when I'm on the road, unfortunately.
One of the pleasant surprises I received the day after I arrived home was at Metrojaya in Mid Valley. The people in the Home department were very friendly and helpful. A big hurray for the folks at Metrojaya who train their staff well.
On another note, here's a point to ponder:
"Do you have to obey the niceties and be polite to everyone at any time?"
This is what I mean - I think we Asians have the mentality where if we think we deserve something, we don't have to thank anyone for giving it to us. A common example would be the lady in the Chinese restaurant pouring our tea for us. Well, of course she has to do it, it's her job and we're paying for it. So why do we have to thank her? It's not like if we don't thank her she won't pour for us again, is it?
However, I do believe that if you treat someone like a stupid person they will always remain stupid. Therefore, if you treat someone like they are worth something, they might treat their work as something worth doing and stop reaching across the table, whacking your face with their sleeve at the same time, in order to clear away a plate. If you give someone respect, they will learn to respect you as well.
That's what I think anyway.
Of course, some people really are stupid. But by treating them badly, doesn't it say a lot about ourselves as well?
And I know this to be true not only because I endured a 12 hour flight to arrive at KLIA, but because on the road today, I was knocked from behind whilst in a traffic jam.
In fact, I've been back 3 weeks and there is a whole list I could put on here that hits it home that I'm back in the land of "Me, Me, Me". Most of the reminders do come when I'm on the road, unfortunately.
One of the pleasant surprises I received the day after I arrived home was at Metrojaya in Mid Valley. The people in the Home department were very friendly and helpful. A big hurray for the folks at Metrojaya who train their staff well.
On another note, here's a point to ponder:
"Do you have to obey the niceties and be polite to everyone at any time?"
This is what I mean - I think we Asians have the mentality where if we think we deserve something, we don't have to thank anyone for giving it to us. A common example would be the lady in the Chinese restaurant pouring our tea for us. Well, of course she has to do it, it's her job and we're paying for it. So why do we have to thank her? It's not like if we don't thank her she won't pour for us again, is it?
However, I do believe that if you treat someone like a stupid person they will always remain stupid. Therefore, if you treat someone like they are worth something, they might treat their work as something worth doing and stop reaching across the table, whacking your face with their sleeve at the same time, in order to clear away a plate. If you give someone respect, they will learn to respect you as well.
That's what I think anyway.
Of course, some people really are stupid. But by treating them badly, doesn't it say a lot about ourselves as well?
Friday, June 02, 2006
Here I am, Vatican City!
Pope's personal bodyguards - the Swiss Guards. Interesting history behind them if you care to read up on it.
Inside St Peter's Basilica... gigantic!! Never seen statues 10 times as tall as a human in a building before!
Walkway in the dome. I'd have thought twice before climbing up into the dome if I'd known what it was like!
Amazingly intricate mosaics line the whole dome... but it's NOTHING compared to St Mark's Basilica in Venice!
The topmost dome of St Peter's Basilica.
...and we climb up yet again to reach the topmost exterior of the dome to admire the view of Rome from the Vatican.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Rome again
I think the Top 3 of Rome for me would be :
- Handsome Italian guys
- Amazingly delicious and really cheap roadside pizza
- Like-no-other gelato
Full denim outfits again!
Me and G at Piazza Navona
Amazing amazing amazing... gelato...
This huge hulk of a building is not a church, not a museum, not a place, not a court of justice... it is a monument. The Vittorio Emmanuel monument... it kinda beats our Tugu Negara, don't you think?
You may recognise the next 3 pictures if you watched MI:3 - this... is... The Vatican. And that's St Peter's Basilica.
Look how many people there are!!!!! But amazingly it took less than an hour to get in (probably woulda been faster without irritating Italians and Frenchies cutting the queue).
In MI:3, this is just further up the road where the designated driver (Jonathan Rhys-Meyers) pretends to have engine trouble on his... was it DHL truck?
Monday, May 22, 2006
Arrivederci Roma
More, more, MORE pix of Roma!
Check out the SIZE of the Pantheon's columns compared to the itty bitty people!
Check out the SIZE of the Pantheon's columns compared to the itty bitty people!
That's a peek to the side of the Pantheon. It's basically a ginormous circular hall.
Me & G at the side of the Pantheon.
Caricatura at the Campo de' Fiori - this special one comes with cigarette ash on your extra large nose. Worth it, I say!
Kids playing near the fountain at the "Field of Flowers".
The square is lined with these al fresco dining areas charging exorbitant prices, but which serve food that's surprisingly good for a tourist area.
You can tell they ain't no Romans by the ugly backpack and lousy dressing...
...maybe they should think about getting a designer handbag or two from these guys...
...so these two Romans stop dissing them...
...and all this theatre being watched by two guys in a balcony seat.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Roma Roma Roma!!
Here's the beginning of the Roman holiday.
Rome wasn't what I expected... I guess it was a little like Paris, but... older. Found it a little dirty... and teens are VERY fashionable in a haphazard, rugged way. It was also the first time in 10 years that I discovered denim jackets and jeans paired together is still considered fashionable (eeww...). Another discovery - big, black glasses (fake, of course) and lots of cheering in metro stations are part of the young Roman's life.
The best part about Rome is - EASILY 90% of young Roman guys are HOT!!!
The worst (and funniest) part of Rome is seeing Grandpa G lining up in a non-existent "queue" 7 people wide, with 4 people directly in front of him, taking half an hour to buy 2 metro tickets.
Rome wasn't what I expected... I guess it was a little like Paris, but... older. Found it a little dirty... and teens are VERY fashionable in a haphazard, rugged way. It was also the first time in 10 years that I discovered denim jackets and jeans paired together is still considered fashionable (eeww...). Another discovery - big, black glasses (fake, of course) and lots of cheering in metro stations are part of the young Roman's life.
The best part about Rome is - EASILY 90% of young Roman guys are HOT!!!
The worst (and funniest) part of Rome is seeing Grandpa G lining up in a non-existent "queue" 7 people wide, with 4 people directly in front of him, taking half an hour to buy 2 metro tickets.
Lottery tickets! Get me some!
Dining al fresco
At the side of the Pantheon - which by the way, is very impressive, huge and old
Girl eating ice cream in front of the Pantheon. Not sure if she's Roman, but judging by the glasses... she may be...
Roman kids outside the Pantheon (check out the girl on far right with denim jacket and jeans!! yux!)
The Pantheon
Fake designer bags and sunglasses are normally not very far from fit Nigerian dudes on the lookout for the really smart-looking Carabinieri
Boring modern Roman building
More interesting faded, peeling old Roman building with al fresco dining
Monday, May 15, 2006
Pictures pictures pictures! And where's my Flooble??
Okay I know it's been gone for quite a while... how sad! They shut me down cuz not enough people were writing things in it so they thought it wasn't in use anymore. Looks like you guys will have to post comments now instead. Hah - like you will! You people just take and take and never give back!
Here - take some more pictures of mine then!!
Goofin around at the Market Drayton canal
At Birmingham's coolest place - The Mailbox
On another note, I just poured myself a glass of ice lemon tea from the hugest carton... ever! It was 2 litres! Even Pepsi and Coke bottles are only 1.5 litres. And this was a paper carton! I'd take a picture of it for you guys but... I'm just too lazy.
Here - take some more pictures of mine then!!
Goofin around at the Market Drayton canal
At Birmingham's coolest place - The Mailbox
On another note, I just poured myself a glass of ice lemon tea from the hugest carton... ever! It was 2 litres! Even Pepsi and Coke bottles are only 1.5 litres. And this was a paper carton! I'd take a picture of it for you guys but... I'm just too lazy.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Excuse me, sorry, the pix are down here.
I have more of ol' grandad's quotes here with me, including a little song... but seeing as I've written so much above, I'll leave these gems for another day.
Here are the pix...
I think this was in Stafford... hmm...
Here are the pix...
I think this was in Stafford... hmm...
Again... must be Stafford.
Lichfield Cathedral
Again. Oh, no I think this is Stafford once more.
Inside Lichfield Cathedral, definitely.
Bad image quality so you can't see the grandeur. Stand a bit further back to see it better.
Moi et le boyfriend.
Oh, and Happy Birthday to Sharon for tomorrow!!!
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