Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Tweetey's Email Tag

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yes! My grandmother's aunt, my mom's grand aunt. My great grand aunt. Not my first name, but my middle name, and when I have a girl, I'll name her after my middle name. She was a cool and fun old little lady and a very fond memory for my mom. She passed on before I was born, but she's still so alive in my mom's memory, just tonight Mom mentioned her on the phone.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? When I got angry with my boss in Dublin.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? No. It's childish but legible.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Only if someone pushes me.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Yes. I don't know how people don't?
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Physically, yes. Emotionally, not really. Opiniated, nah, I totally go along with the strongest opinion or the one that sound the truest.
15. RED OR PINK? Red, but I read that men feel threatened by a woman wearing red, so I'm turning to pink not to scare them away. Men just like to think they're in control. (I can't stress enough the 'think'.)
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? that I take everything to heart even when I should be indifferent and the fact that I find it hard to stand up for myself unless I am truly pushed to the limit.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My brother
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Grey indoor pants and light blue sleepers
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? My mother in law laughing on the phone with her sister.
27. EYE COLOR? brown
28. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? I had eye surgery (before laser technology) and it's the best thing I've ever done, I looked like a geek with specs.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Spring (I'm complicated)
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Crepes (Pancake)
40. FAVORITE SOUND? Trains on a bridge when I'm underneath the bridge
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Nada, niet, none, rien. haven't got one. Everyone I know has one, either I'm the exception that makes the rule or I haven't figured what it is. Oh yeah, I once decided that my talent was to be able to find appreciation in everything.

I tag
Hammer, and
Zombie Slayer
if you guys want to share.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Great movies on a rainy weekend

It sucks... the weather has been amazing for weeks and now it's raining and it's cold and it's dark and it's gloomy and my parents in law are here visiting from Malaysia. This does not start the holiday too well. They don't mind, they're very easy and happy to stay at home all day, mom-in-law (Auntie) cooking all day long and dad-in-law (Uncle) napping, reading the newspaper and watching TV.

I, on the other hand, feel grounded by the awful weather, I wanted to go out, I wanted to go to Hampton Court Palace, I wanted to go to London and I wanted to go shopping (haven't been in three weekends - been very well behaved). I was also planning on getting a bit of colour to my pale complexion by enjoying reading my book seating on a bench by the river.

Grounded... and of course I cannot continue my final fantasy game either as I'd be hogging the tv set and it's just not nice. Luckily, I had bought some games for the PSP for travelling or else and so that has been keeping me company but it does not make up for all the exciting outdoor activities I had expected, all washed out with the rain. So we watched videos, violent, exciting, blood quenched, f-word abusing, trigger-happy, testosterone-loaded films like The Departed, 300 and Smoking Aces.

Here is my personal review of the movies. (Contains no spoilers)

The Departed
Directed by Martin Scorsese
Featuring Leonardo DeCaprio, Matt Damon, and Jack Nicholson, with Mark Wahlberg, Martin Sheen, and Alec Baldwin
Released in 2006 and won the Best Picture and Best Director at the Oscar.

My Feeling: A great story, very well thought off, very well developped, you're not sure you get things right immediately, and the twists and turns keep you alert and paying attention as one should when watching a film. but I did not like the ending, it was a huge let down. Half way through the movie, I said, I am so looking forward to how this is going to end, and I did not like it. It could have had a better ending. Scorcese was obviously trying to be a hard ass with a hard ass story like Guy Richie's films or Tarrantino's but it did not have to. Some of the characters should not have died and the mess they were in in the first place was not resolved and no justice was done and no one in the story will go on to live happily (or just live for that matter) and it was not necessary.

Directed by Zack Snyder
Featuring besides David Wenham (better recognised as Faramir) I did not know anyone else.
Released in March 2007 and should get a nomination for best Special Effects and Graphic designs or whatever else was involved in creating those amazing battle scenes.

My Feeling: Story is cheesy about the oracles and the betrayal and the Queen and the Son, all cheesy but amount to 15 minutes of the film, the other 2 hours of battle scenes, negotiating between the Persians and Spartans and the strategies are simply A-W-E-S-O-M-E, did that spell it out for you? A bit too gruesome for me at times but you don't dare to blink in case you miss a split second of the action or maybe it was because I was too horrified and my face was just frozen.

Smoking Aces
Directed by: Joe Carnahan
Starring Jeremy Piven (Entourage) Ben Affleck, Andy Garcia, Alicia Keys (Sexy and perfect for the role), Ray Liotta, and Ryan Reynolds (surprisingly good in this role).
Released in January 2007

My Feeling: in my humble opinion should win an award for most hard-ass film ever before my favorite True Romance and (not-favorite but currently on top of the chart) Sin City. It beats any of the Guy Richie's hard arse blood-quenching, trigger happy, testosterone-filled movies. Anything I write henceforth will spoil the movie, but to give you a clue you have one target Israel Buddy and the tag line is "May the Best Hitman Win". So I'll say this much... if you liked True Romance, Sin City, Pulp Fiction, Snatch, Lock Stock and two smoking barrels, then you will be just in your element watching this show. If not please abstain.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Kitem's Meme Tag

My hand of choice is...

My left hand.

Because I'm clumsy and I like to blame my 'two left hands'!

Because my fingers are crooked, esp. the ring finger and I was scared people would think I'm weird, and always tried to hide my hands, until I moved to India where people were deformed and missing limbs, or suffered from skin problem causing their skin to have huge patches of white constrasting with their dark skin and I felt guilty when I realised how blessed I was that my only physical deformity are my ring and little fingers.

Because although I'm right-handed, there is a lot of things I do like a left-handed person, my sport teacher was always frustrated with me because I played like a left-handed person, whatever that meant, and I eat like a left-handed person (hold knife in left hand) so I think there is a little bit of a leftie in me, just like my brother!

Because when I'm stressed or restless, I like to pinch the fingers of my left hand with my left thumb.

Because I've got my wedding band on my crooked finger!

Because the vein in my ring finger goes straight to my heart and the thought makes me happy!

Not my usual weekend

Alex parents are coming over to visit us for a month, at last. We now have a nice comfortable home in a nice surbubian area of London and we have been waiting for either one of our parents to come and stay with us and enjoy this great city and cook us nice dinners...

(oops, sorry Maman and Auntie... I promise I'll do my share of cooking, but you see we just miss our moms' home cooked dinners so much).

So last weekend was just about turning the second bedroom, aka the store room (overflowing with old suits, clothes we no longer wear or occasional dresses, winter shoes and party games, the medicine box with half-used, out of date medicine taking up three shelves, the Christmas decorations, our suitcases, gym bags, my handbags and our jackets) into a decent, proper and comfortable bedroom. It was also used into scrubbing the place and vaccuming and tidying and dusting, and washing, etc.

It all started on Friday night though when I was going out with Alex and Nadine and Jaco and their friends at a club in Earlsfield. It was quite a gruesome place, with young gorgeous people making out not in dark corners and people puking not in corners either before finishing up their glass of beer nonchalently. I truly enjoy the company of Nadine, Jaco and their friends, whom we met at Nadine's birthday are really nice too, we teased Nadine about her plans for the future; and I had a cool conversation with James and Mandy about video games, golf and football. We were introduced to Francois, who is not French (my mistake), that's a cool story in fact, Francois and Jaco were class mates over ten years ago, but not just class mates, they were in fact very close friends, and they lost touch before Jaco moved to London, and they met again completely by chance last week, they recognised each other instantly and it looks like they're gonna be best friends all over again! Isn't that cool? To celebrate Francois bought a round a Jagermeister, a cough mixure-like shooter, which I mentioned in my post about Oslo. We ended the evening fairly late with a lovely Indian dinner. Bridget and James left early because James was playing golf the next day and Mandy had another party to go to.

On Saturday was Sarah's very awaited 30th birthday party, but I missed it, I woke up very late with a slight headache (bloody jagermeister) and did most of the cleaning and scrubbing and shopping while Alex was watching the FA Cup final. After all my house work, I felt very crap, my head throbbing, must be the fumes from the detergents (certainly not the jagermeister, no.) I felt bad missing Sarah's big day but I felt worse for the throbbing headache.

On Sunday, I lounged a bit in the morning playing my game, followed by the final touch of cleaning and tidying up. And in the afternoon Alex and I joined Nadine and Jaco at the driving range to practice golf!!! Okay, that's where people practice golf, in my case it wasn't so much a practice as it was being a public danger, swinging a golf club aimlessly. I eventually got it right and here are my proud results:

Out of 50 balls, I...
I missed hitting the ball 5 times
The ball diverged completely from my aim 7 times
The ball rolled instead of lifting off 42 times
I nearly hit my target 19 times
Hit my target once
(note that the same ball could do a few of the above, so don't try and add them up ;) )

Overall, I really enjoyed it, and will be going again and if I like it, or still do okay (by my low standards) then I might go for lessons.

In killer mode

Alright, I have not told you all the things I've been up to or not been up to lately, but before I brag about my cool weekend and not so cool weekend, I need to vent about my wanker of a colleague. I'd very happily grab him by his spiky hair and drag him into the loo, plunge his stupid head in the toilet bowl and flush enthusiastically until the flush breaks like it always does in nightclubs at 3 o'clock in the morning when you need to pee the most because you've been drinking way too much for the last 4 hours.

I'm obviously crossed, but I am mostly annoyed at myself for not standing up to his rudeness and stupidity and basically being a coward. He's a half-witted prick. At prick in the dictionary, the definition will be refer back to his sad pathetic name.

What happened you must wonder? Well, see I'm dealing with a a-hole but he's fond of me, I'm possibly his best friend in the company and I see him as an ally most of the time, mostly because people like me better than him and it makes me feel good (you must think I'm not very nice). Anyway, because I'm his 'best friend' I don't dare to tell him off 'cos it's nice to be looked up to, but at the same time he pisses me off because he's a bitch (sorry, that's an insult to all bitches out there), he's the Queen of Bitches with a capital B.

I work my neurons off, and I love it, I love the pat on the back when I do my work well and the recognition for my hard work, the acknowledgement for a succesul project, no matter how small and the praise for something extra-ordinary and I don't mind if my sorry life is ruled by my work as long as I get my fix out of it.

If I love all the above, in contrast, I DESPISE it when my credits are being taken away from me, when someone fails to recognise my effort, praise my outstanding achievements or ignore my contribution. All of these are source of tears when it comes from above (Boss and Love ones) and source of hatered when it comes from below (insignificant colleagues and a-holes in general).

So what happened is that I did something awesome at work, I managed to get in touch with the buyer for a new account, all on my own initiative and I prepared a presentation and drafted a proposal with the guidance of my boss and now it's fingers crossed we get the deal. Martin will later be in charge of the account, but account management would not really matter if you don't get the account to manage in the first place. So it's a huge deal for me and my boss is proud of me for it, but I won't get any credit/recognition/praise until we conclude the deal, which is fair enough. What pissed me off tonight is the prick was asking Martin about it, and Martin asked me, so I responded to the prick and he ignored me saying 'I'm talking to Martin'. I was so shocked I could not think of anything to say. So I finished off my emails, it was 5 o'clock and my car being at the workshop I had to run off to catch my train.

So now, here I am entertaining fantasies of drowning the prick in the loo. He already pissed me off many, many times, but like I said above I am a coward and don't know how to break it to him that I don't actually like him. When we started out I didn't like him and forced myself to be nice because I thought if we're friends surely he'll respect me and my work, obviously a year later that did not work, so not going to be a nice girl anymore - not to him. Because I'm still a coward and won't confront him, I'll just be too busy from now on to help him with anything and walk out for lunch with him. Afterall, I now get along with all the girls (including the Queen Bee!!!) and there is a lot more shoe-obsessed, chitty-chatty girls as opposed to one major dickhead (thankfully!).

If you can think of any other way to let go of my wrath, I'm opened to suggestions.

Monday, May 14, 2007

A great dream

Ha ha! That does not happen too often. Can't remember the last time I had a great dream, it seems that in the last few months it was all nightmares, bad dreams, or if I was lucky no recollection of the dream. But last night's dream put a smile on my face all day. So I thought I'd share it with you all...

I dreamt I travelled to a different galaxy (okay... maybe it has something to do with the title of my last post).
I dreamt that in that galaxy, I was in the middle of 8 stars (not the real planet, rocks on fire that actually are stars, but glittering pretty shape of a Gold Christmas star)
I dreamt that I was amazed at looking at the universe, the darkness, the stars surrounding me.
Alex was squatting next to me and I told him how awesome it was to see our galaxy.
Alex said we were not in our galaxy because Earth was over there, and pointed at our beautiful blue marble planet.
So I admired our blue and green planet and giant fireworks started, blue, red, green, yellow and I was splashed by all the rainbow colours of the fireworks and exclaimed: "I knew it! I knew that fireworks were actually using paint for their beautiful colours!" (Technically, I know that fireworks is not paint, but that's a dream).
So there I was standing in the middle of my 8 bright stars, covered in blue, green, red and yellow paint, laughing whole heartedly at my good fortune and how blessed I was. then I woke up very happy, although still very tired. I could have used another 2 hours sleep, oh well, it made my day!

Sunday, May 13, 2007

In a Galaxy Far Far Away...

On Saturday Alex and I went to the Star Wars Exhibition in County Hall near the London Eye. The exhibition was very exciting, they displayed many costumes from all 6 movies and settings, ships, monsters and scene sequence drawings.

Han Solo in Carbon Freeze, Episode V

Darth Vador, Episode IV, V, VI

On the surface of the Death Star

The life size air speeder of Anakin Skywalker, Episode I

They did not have Chewbaca, but they had two wookies from Episode III.

Bobba Fett and his 'dad' Jango Fett

The Snow Speeder from the Hoth Battle in Episode IV

After touring the exhibition, we joined in a show 'the Jedi Training School'; where a Jedi master and his Padawan tell us that the Empire, the Emperor and his young apprentice Darth Vador have killed all the good jedis and that they need to recruit new Padawans, people with the Force to fight back the Empire and restore the order, etc (you know the story), six kids volunteered and received a quick training with their toy light sabers (swing, left, swing right, duck, swing left). Then the room fell in the dark and Darth Vador and Emperor Palpatine walked in from two opposite directions. The kids got to practice their training against the mighty Darth Vador... and this is where the story gets cute... A four year old boy fought last, and the jedi master told him to use the force to finish off Darth Vador, so the kid, with a straight and serious face extended his arm, until it looked as if he might dislodge his shoulder, and of course Darth Vador played along falling as he did in Episode VI. The little boy then proudly exclaimed on top of his little voice: "Mom, Dad, did you see: I used the force". Later, as we walked out, I praised him on how brave and strong he had been, and he proudly told me that he killed Darth Vador. That's one kid who is not going to lack confidence growing up.

Friday, May 11, 2007


There I am rested, invigorated and slightly tanned from our three days get-away to Barcelona.

On the roof top of the Casa Batllo

I loved it. It was possibly the best place I've ever been to, and come on that says a lot cos I've lived three years in the city of lights Paris and two years in London. I just loved everything about Barcelona, the narrow streets, the building facades decorated tastefully, the little balconies overflowing with green plants and flower bushes, the cathedrals, the parks, the beach front, the restaurants, the tapas bar, the Gaudi architecture, the people, the language (I practiced my Spanish), the sunshine, the high streets and the shops. I think that covers it all.

On the Roof Top of the Casa Mila, one of Gaudi's buildings

On a tower on top of the Sagrada Familia (about 170 meters)

In front of the famous facade of the Sagrada Familia

When we arrived, we walked around the high street and had our first tapas dinner with sangria. Then on our first day, we stuck to the guide book and visited the Gaudi Houses and the Sagrada Familia, I knew the cathedrale was unfinished, but I did not expect it to be roofless and only the facades being ready!!! We went up the towers and walked up and down stairs on all four towers until I realised that I had vertigo and started feeling sick and scared. In the afternoon we went up the hill North of Barcelona to the park Guell, which we truly enjoyed with its funny Gaudi style terraces. We had a very posh dinner at the 4Gats with wine and fine food and exclusive service. We loved it

A typical facade of the loveliest streets in the world

On the second day, we visited the old cathedrale were our hotel was located, we walked along all the narrow streets to the harbour and accross the town to the beach front where we had an ice cream looking at the sea. We did a bit of shopping in the evening before getting ready to meet Cristina for dinner. Being a local, she chose the trendiest place where people, personalities, locals and expats go, we had a very fun-tastic feast of tapas and gossiped about work and made plans for our next holiday in that amazing place.

In the cloister of the Barcelona Cathedrale next to our hotel.

Friday, May 04, 2007


Last week I was in Dublin for work. We were meeting up with our region, and I was reunited again with my friends from South Africa and Denmark. The trip was nowhere as much fun as the previous three. I think it's because Ron made me in charge of the whole trip, making sure that everything was perfect, and everything ran smoothly, to distribute tips and make sure my team mates had their drinks topped up, stomach full, plenty of rest and would be fresh for our meetings. That took the fun right out of the trip. At the end of it all, I had an argument with Ron, which is not really justified, cos he was quite nice to me and very proud to show me a new aspect of running business, etc. But I felt like I was becoming more and more a PA and less and less a respected, effecient, very capable marketeer, and that got me all upset.

Truly, it's great to mock about instead of working hard, and learn new things like how to give tips, when and how and why, but that's not going to justify career progression nor any raise. And that would greatly suck.

The next morning after I sobered up, I realised I must have made well a fool of myself, but Ron was actually lovely and all understanding, he explained it all to me, and this week I was well busy getting back to doing my job full time and doing some great marketing things, like developing business and promoting new products, and promoting the company. I'm such a nerd, it's almost sad... (shaking my head in disbelief).

Oh here are some pictures from the trip...

On the first night, dinner at Roly's. Brilliant food, great company. Here Peter and Kenneth playing Highway bandits and victim.

At Johnnie Fox, on the second night, with the absolutely gorgeous Dani and Manny. I like this picture because it looks a bit like the Earth seen from space with the sun rising to the East. Actually, my finger was in front of the flash.

The dancers at the Johnnie Fox.

Ron and his angels, Julie, Ann, Me and Hannah.

I'm a Grilled Cheese Sandwich!

You Are a Grilled Cheese Sandwich

You are a traditional person with very simple tastes.
In your opinion, the best things in life are free, easy, and fun.
You totally go with the flow. And you enjoy every minute of it!

Your best friend: The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich

Your mortal enemy: The Ham Sandwich

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Hammer's 500 Meme

Credit to our good friend Hammer who asked the questions, and Jeannie for wanting to hear my answers...
His Hers

1. What is the stupidest mistake you have ever made with money? None actually, I am a very cautious saver and spending all my money on flight/train/bus tickets to date Alex or see my family was an investment on my happiness - far from stupid. So I guess the stupidest thing was to lend money to a friend that never returned it, but it was not a lot so don't care.

2. Do you think taxes are unfair or do you think it's your civic duty? I don't mind when I can see how it is used for the benefit of the community and country. What I do not understand and not tolerate is why I pay tax on my bonus? bonus is an extra reward for a job well done, I already pay tax on my salary, a bonus is discretionary because I work hard, tax has got nothing to do with that money, because I'm pretty sure the government administration does not work quite as hard.

3. Do you take risks and possibly turn your life upside down for new opportunity? That's the story of my life. I've done it more times than I can count. My boss is a gambler and I once told him I didn't gamble (talking about money) and he said Oh yes, you gamble with your life. He was full of admiration when he said that. Cool.

4. Are you the alpha in your household? Neither, Alex isn't a pushover nor a bully and neither am I. We both wear the trousers. see next question.

5. Do you compromise with your significant other or does someone always get their way? Always compromise. We are not about to do/say/agree with something we don't want to do/agree with, etc. We don't argue either, we just talk nice until we agree.

6. What curse word do you use most often? Fuck. It sounds so relieving. It's short and simple and explicit and I can use for all sorts of purpose, even as an adjective to emphasize the point I want to make, e.g. this is fucking awesome!

7. Do you easily change your mind or are you dead set on most issues? Jeannie said "I'm a freakin weather vane..." ditto. I never know the whole story, so if the person I'm talking to seems to know more, then I'll go along with their opinion or theory.

8. What famous person would you like to trade places with for one week? Hmmm. I'm not a huge fan of anyone in particular, but I guess I would enjoy experiencing the life of Cameron Diaz because she looks like she's great fun and she can surf, and I'd surf my day away and party the night away.

9. If you could go back in time and tell one person off, who would it be and what would you say? I can remember being pissed off at a lot of people and holding my tongue, not because I'm smarter, but because I could never think of what I want to tell them when I have the opportunity to tell them. And then I forget. I guess the one person I am still mad at but would not care to talk to, is my ex-best friend in Malaysia, Samantha, we were very good friends, the kind I did not have many of in my life. But she said some very mean things to me when I decided to move to Europe, blaming me for mistreating Alex when it was his dream to start with etc. I don't think there is anything I want to tell her, she's too stupid to understand.

10. Were you a good student or did you do just enough to get by? I was a good student, but with average marks. Not to quickest tool in the shed, but the hard working one. A bit of a nerd - still am.

11. If you could give one piece of advice to someone just starting out on their own, what would you tell them? Hang in there, always, the ride will be rough but it will be worth it sooner than you think.

12. Are people basically good and honest or are most people opportunistic and predatory? I know an equal amount of both kind, but when I meet anyone the first time, my first instinct tells me they are good and honest, then I realise how naive I am and laugh at myself.

13. Is there somebody you wish you could go back and apologize to? No. Because I am not afraid to admit my mistakes and I do aplogise if I mean it. So I have given all the apologies I owed. Along this line however, I do have a strong regret, not telling some people I loved them when I had the opportunity.

That tag has probably been around the block already, but I'll tag Unknow pleasures, Kitem, Vancouver Mermaid and SME

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

James Fresh as a daisy

Last Friday after a long tiring few days in Dublin, I made my way to see James in Brixton Carling Academy. JAMES!!!! Can you imagine? You might cos apparently they're as popular in the US than in the UK. There is about 6 songs of James that have been "my favorite!!!!!" at some point of time:

Sit down was my favorite in Penang in 1993/4
Sometimes was also my favorite still in Penang in 1993/4
Born of Frustration was my favorite in Penang/Singapore in 1995
She's a Star was my alarm clock every morning in Paris in 1997
Tomorrow was my also favorite in Paris in 1997
Runaground was my favorite earlier this year when Alex bought the gig ticket and that I took out the albums for a refresher course in 2007

When I have a favorite, which is very frequent, it stays so forever, now... thank God for iPod which allows me to keep track of all my favorites - that tallies to about 320 songs and another 100 songs that I just don't get bored of.

At the concert, in two hours I loved every single songs, they came back twice! that's a very rare occasion. They're brilliant, I want to see them again! Next entry is all the gigs I've been to and in order of my best/favorite experience.

Unknown Pleasures & Football

I have this compulsion to talk during football. I must apologise to my hubby cos I can spend hours going about my chores but the second football is on I've got loads to chat about. I can't help it. I mean I don't even mind him watching the footie. It's just that because he is watching the footie, I need to keep myself busy and I do that by tidying up and cleaning up, which is boring so I need to talk at the same time and comment; alternatively I am surfing some cool or unusual websites and I also need to share whatever caught my attention and got me all excited! So there, I talk all the time during the football, except right now cos I'm telling you instead. hihihi. :D

Anyway, my other better half, also referred to as Shrek in an earlier post, or Alex on some pictures caption, has started his own blog.

Ladies, beware! He'll talk about football occasionally! (by the way, for American friends, in England it's football, in US you call it soccer)

Here is a preview of his blog (he's so cool!)
Rejoice, pilgrims! For I have, on this glorious Sabbath afternoon close to the banks of the mighty Thames, decided to deliver a mighty blog worthy of wreaking havoc to this dystopian world. Who am I kidding?... Read Unknown Pleasures