Orlando Bloom cuts a swath through movie fans. The best scene was of course the fight scene between Cpt. Jack Sparrow and Will Turner at the blacksmith's. 'Twas most entertaining to be witness to such spectacular skills and stunts. It wasn't overblown but rather kept light enough to appreciate the wits that went into its creation, but exciting enough to keep the audiences engaged.
The music score wasn't bad either. I love how the beat was insync with the clashes of the swords. The score is slightly similar to Gladiator's but it is more towards actions instead of emotions. The accord between the actors and the characters is endearing as those two clashed physically and verbally. Some of the lines were shot full of puns and sadly not many people in the audience caught on.
Johnny Depp is of course as usual, a chimera. His role as the swashbuckling Captain Jack Sparrow, ex-Captain of The Black Pearl, is quite amiable, witty and wily. The way he enunciates his words were almost pseudoaristocratic, but in a charming way. And Kiera Knightley has come a comely way since her soccer stint in 'Bend it like Beckham'. Trading in her soccer boots for a parasol doesn't seem to have fazed that lovely virago... unfair. =)
And the special effects... catch me if I swoon... were quite revealingly breath holding. Ye gods, the last fight scene was the best in SFX - the undead was gruesomely exposed under the full moon and the kinetics of the transitions between the living and the dead was amazing. I wonder how they did that. It couldn't have been easy with such rapid movements required and to match the actors real live movements... nice.
I really enjoyed Pirates of the Caribbean and I'm going to get a copy of it. Some might wonder why I'm so enthusiastic about this movie as most would say it was just 'okay'. I like it because it's fun and funny, simple and it reminds me of my childhood fantasies.
Monday, September 29, 2003
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Hola, recepcion a mi partido! * beso del beso *
I'm still a little stoned. Though I don't have a hangover... thank goodness for small mercies. Lydia brought me to a private party last night in Ampang thrown by her spanish friend Miguel. Seventy percent of his guest were spanish speaking and they all greet each other by kissing both cheeks. Lydia prepped me on the air kisses before we went in, and at first it was... startling to be greeted so informally but after a few kissy noises, I was a pro at it. Haha, yeah right. I didn't know I had to make kissy noises until Lydia told me to. Lydia and I each brought a bottle of wine, and unsurprisingly there were many, many bottles of wine and hard liquer already waiting to be popped and enjoyed.
Okay, I'm shy and that's why I was like a wallflower at first. You know, the quiet one, inching on the edge of the party like a shadow, talking only to Lydia and talking to no one else for the first 1 hour, and poor Lydia had to stick by me when she could have been mixing with her other friends. Of course after a few drinks, I loosened up and managed to make a few friends. Then as the hour progressed, I got quiet high and chatted with anyone who said Hola. Alcohol, the great 'de-inhibitor'.
Zona came later, before midnight and it was nice for the three of us to catch up together again. We finally managed to extricate ourselves from the party at 4am and went to a mamak to catch up some more. Miguel didn't want Lydia to go and was trying to convince her to stay and they'll have mamak food sent up. I didn't know there were such thing as mamak home delivery. Interesting revelation this. I wonder how one sets about ordering the food? Hmm... call or send a rep down? Something to watch out for in the future. I know many would think that this is a stupid revelation but to me it is a facet of the expat life that I never thought about.
Okay, gonna log off now and go to Phillip Wain for a steam and shower. Hopefully there'll be an empty massage bed, but I doubt it. Sunday is always full. *sigh* Oh well. Will have to do without the massage then.
Okay, I'm shy and that's why I was like a wallflower at first. You know, the quiet one, inching on the edge of the party like a shadow, talking only to Lydia and talking to no one else for the first 1 hour, and poor Lydia had to stick by me when she could have been mixing with her other friends. Of course after a few drinks, I loosened up and managed to make a few friends. Then as the hour progressed, I got quiet high and chatted with anyone who said Hola. Alcohol, the great 'de-inhibitor'.
Zona came later, before midnight and it was nice for the three of us to catch up together again. We finally managed to extricate ourselves from the party at 4am and went to a mamak to catch up some more. Miguel didn't want Lydia to go and was trying to convince her to stay and they'll have mamak food sent up. I didn't know there were such thing as mamak home delivery. Interesting revelation this. I wonder how one sets about ordering the food? Hmm... call or send a rep down? Something to watch out for in the future. I know many would think that this is a stupid revelation but to me it is a facet of the expat life that I never thought about.
Okay, gonna log off now and go to Phillip Wain for a steam and shower. Hopefully there'll be an empty massage bed, but I doubt it. Sunday is always full. *sigh* Oh well. Will have to do without the massage then.
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Western by default
I was chatting with James and the subject of bananas and eggs came up. Apparently for angmohs to be called 'an egg' is an insult. What's an egg? It is the opposite of a banana - white on the outside and yellow on the inside. If anybody calls me a banana, I'd feel nothing. I can't deny that I'm one... not when my mandirin sucks as bad as it does. I'm proud to be an Asian who has had the best of the east and west. I can't help being westernised as I am as I grew up with globalisation rampant since way back then.
*Continue later.... my mind is all snoozy now.
*Continue later.... my mind is all snoozy now.
Happy Birthday Estella!
Happy Birthday, woman! You're in my age group now. Hee hee...
Just had supper with Estella at Kiwi Express. I've been craving cakes lately so I finally gave in to my sweet tooth and ordered meself a Banana Chocolate. It was okay as far as cakes go, but it hit the spot so I was satisfied. I wanted to have another slice or two *you pig* but such late night indulgences is bound to come back and bite me on the butt literally the next day. Haha...
Also finally caught up with Zona on thursday night. Had a 3 hour catching up session with her. It was nice. I haven't seen her since before I went to Perth and that was a month ago. So many things to tell her and so many things for her to tell me. She looks tired. You do. But then it's understandable with your gruelling schedule. *hugs*
Just had supper with Estella at Kiwi Express. I've been craving cakes lately so I finally gave in to my sweet tooth and ordered meself a Banana Chocolate. It was okay as far as cakes go, but it hit the spot so I was satisfied. I wanted to have another slice or two *you pig* but such late night indulgences is bound to come back and bite me on the butt literally the next day. Haha...
Also finally caught up with Zona on thursday night. Had a 3 hour catching up session with her. It was nice. I haven't seen her since before I went to Perth and that was a month ago. So many things to tell her and so many things for her to tell me. She looks tired. You do. But then it's understandable with your gruelling schedule. *hugs*
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Applied for teaching position. *blank look*
That was my sister's reaction when I told her. Yeah, my own flesh and blood. Sigh. Anyway, I just got home. The interview was at In House Multimedia, a teaching institution in KL. Everyone spoke chinese and I was like totally at sea when the receptionist asked me something in cantonese. It was a whole new world for me. So went in for the interview and found out that if I got the job, I'd be in charge of teaching graphics and advertsing modules in English. Interesting. Their mass communication course is in Mandirin as they are affiliated to a few of Taiwan's colleges and universities. Not bad for a small institution, but of course they specialise in cool multi-medias and graphics.
The interview was okay. Didn't last long. Went in at 9am, came out at 9:35am. Hopefully they'll call me. Wouldn't mind trying my hand at teaching. Hee hee... wondering about my techiniques now. Mommy help me. Maybe I should start drilling my mom about her teaching techniques. Wonder what she'll think of this. Me, teach English - when the only time I know if the verb is right is when I think it sounds right. Mamma mia. Yes one can only laugh or smirk or whatever when one thinks about Me teaching English. So I can write, but can I teach? Maybe I should start small first like tutoring, instead of jumping into the deepend like that. I'll prob forget all my strokes and drown in my own mistakes. What's worse, I'll be surrounded by sharks and I won't know what they're saying!
Then I step into another whole new world - a Putra LRT plastered with KFC's newest look. It felt as though I'd stepped into a toybox. Seriously, it really felt like I was in Barbie's dimension and all. The theme colours though not quite pink, did smack of playing house what with the stickers of teddybears, rocking horse and lamps and all. What the-? So I'll say it - I hate the new KFC look. It just doesn't go with it's present presentation. What they should have painted were spills and rats and flour all over. Now that would have accurately presented their image. KFC trying to be swiss cute *shudder* just doesn't cut it.
Am gonna go to sleep now. I feel blah and kinda tired. I guess my job of respreading the virus for the day is complete. Just being a good Malaysian, like all other good Malaysians.
The interview was okay. Didn't last long. Went in at 9am, came out at 9:35am. Hopefully they'll call me. Wouldn't mind trying my hand at teaching. Hee hee... wondering about my techiniques now. Mommy help me. Maybe I should start drilling my mom about her teaching techniques. Wonder what she'll think of this. Me, teach English - when the only time I know if the verb is right is when I think it sounds right. Mamma mia. Yes one can only laugh or smirk or whatever when one thinks about Me teaching English. So I can write, but can I teach? Maybe I should start small first like tutoring, instead of jumping into the deepend like that. I'll prob forget all my strokes and drown in my own mistakes. What's worse, I'll be surrounded by sharks and I won't know what they're saying!
Then I step into another whole new world - a Putra LRT plastered with KFC's newest look. It felt as though I'd stepped into a toybox. Seriously, it really felt like I was in Barbie's dimension and all. The theme colours though not quite pink, did smack of playing house what with the stickers of teddybears, rocking horse and lamps and all. What the-? So I'll say it - I hate the new KFC look. It just doesn't go with it's present presentation. What they should have painted were spills and rats and flour all over. Now that would have accurately presented their image. KFC trying to be swiss cute *shudder* just doesn't cut it.
Am gonna go to sleep now. I feel blah and kinda tired. I guess my job of respreading the virus for the day is complete. Just being a good Malaysian, like all other good Malaysians.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Urgency
I can't breathe. I can't seem to draw in precious air into me. I feel the urgency. I feel the pressure. It is pressing down on my chest, squeezing my lungs and constricting me. I know what I should do, yet I have no idea what I shoud be doing. I know not my destiny and the path before me is fading, one step at a time.
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
The last straw that will break this horse's back
It is 4.30pm in the afternoon and I've yet to catch a wink of sleep since yesterday. Finally decided to blog and maybe it might purge my mind enough to let me sleep. *sigh* This is going from bad to worse. My body is so tired that my fingertips are vibrating everytime a current of air sweeps my way, but my mind persists on staying awake and active. Even my skin is suffering. I feel as though everything is breaking down slowly, bit by bit and I'm helpless to put a muffler on my whirring brain. I am thinking too much. I no longer just read, I think. I really think I'm on the verge of falling into a clinical condition - insomnia. I think it is safe to say that my condition is fast becoming chronic if it isn't already because I have been loosing sleep for the past two weeks. I feel as though that my time is running out. I am still jobless. I've been considering shelving my writing and just settle for a sales job which I've been dreading since forever. *sigh* I'm so tired.
Also in my frenzied imaginings, I came up with a horrible thought. What if I become like my sister who sees *shudder* other worldly people? What if my not getting enough sleep will trigger my 'third eye'? I really, really do not want this to happen. Of course when I was thinking this, I was already all alone at home with everybody gone off to work. I managed to worked myself into such a scare that every creak or thump had my heart racing. In my weak-minded state I started imagining figures (old hunchback women with leathery skin) outside my window looking in, waving to me, calling me walking though the wall towards me. I see shadows in every corner, even under the bed and worse, in bed with me. I really scared myself silly a few hours ago, so much so that going to sleep was impossible.
I. Am. Going. Out. Of. My. Mind.
Also in my frenzied imaginings, I came up with a horrible thought. What if I become like my sister who sees *shudder* other worldly people? What if my not getting enough sleep will trigger my 'third eye'? I really, really do not want this to happen. Of course when I was thinking this, I was already all alone at home with everybody gone off to work. I managed to worked myself into such a scare that every creak or thump had my heart racing. In my weak-minded state I started imagining figures (old hunchback women with leathery skin) outside my window looking in, waving to me, calling me walking though the wall towards me. I see shadows in every corner, even under the bed and worse, in bed with me. I really scared myself silly a few hours ago, so much so that going to sleep was impossible.
I. Am. Going. Out. Of. My. Mind.
Halloween costume puzzle
What to wear, what to wear? I've been trying to decide what to wear to a halloween costume party for the past one week. So far I haven't found a solution that is applicable to my dilemma. Sigh. But I did find this site that gives great ideas. Do have a look if you have time. They've got a lot of funky ideas.
On the mend, I think
P.S.: I don't know what's wrong with Blogger. The post date should be 22 September 2002, Monday, 10:44pm.Yeah, I'm still all snuffly and phelgmy.
Yuck. I had to postpone my interview with InHouse Multimedia today to Thursday. Thank goodness the man was very understanding. Sigh.
Nah, have not done much at all these past one week. I even missed my weekend gym session and stayed in bed the whole weekend. I can tell that I'm not up to writing much lately - the tone of the sentences doesn't lie. Just feel whoozy.
Anyway, nite all.
Yuck. I had to postpone my interview with InHouse Multimedia today to Thursday. Thank goodness the man was very understanding. Sigh.
Nah, have not done much at all these past one week. I even missed my weekend gym session and stayed in bed the whole weekend. I can tell that I'm not up to writing much lately - the tone of the sentences doesn't lie. Just feel whoozy.
Anyway, nite all.
What do you do when you're sick?
Blog, of course. =p I feel terrible. *cough cough choke choke* I finally succumbed to the microaliens floating around my house on account of Lee Hoon's coughs and sneezes. She's been sick for the past two weeks and is still coughing up green yuckies every 10 minutes or so. Apparently it's a viral infection that has been laying lots of robust *ahem* people low. Well, I've joined the ranks of the Green Phlegm and frankly it's just a hornet's nest waiting to be jostled. So I would like to apologise in advance for my bitchiness or lack there of. *grin*
I know I don't seem very sickly in my thoughts *you know what I mean...* right now, but my physical self is just gross. Every second I have a frog in my throat and my gag reflex is working overtime trying to get that imaginary amphibian out. *gri-gak* Been drinking hot tea all day, and that is why I'm sooo froggy right now. Can't seem to sit still or go into a blank state anymore. =p My mind is like an Information Highway, I can't seem to keep my neurons in one state.
Anyway, have you ever wondered why we grow our hair? I mean did God tell Eve that hair is a vanity thing? Or did the Snake? Or did humans take immediately to their crown or glory? Or for that matter, did Eve even have hair on top of her head when God made her? If so was it long or short? Was Adam's hair long or short? I mean presumably hair is to keep our brains warm like those cute little knitted egg warmers, so would that mean Adam's hair was long? Would God have given Adam a haircut as depicted in most of the world's religious depictions? Why didn't they paint him with long hair? Maybe it would have made him less of a man in today's eyes since long hair is associated with words like feminine, soft, beauty, pride, desire, and of course the requirements of a shampoo ad girl. Would you show your children a picture of adam and eve with adam sporting shoulder length gleaming locks? I have no idea what I would do. But then the pharaohs weren't carved in stone with long hair. They had no hair; they shaved their heads to escape from the heat. So why did Samson have hair, and why was his power said to be in his long locks? Didn't he suffer from heat as well? How did he manage to even keep it clean and healthy if it was that long? And Medusa - an interesting bit of fiction there. I wonder if whoever wrote that story must have had a grudge against women and their mantle of vanity?
Hair is a luxury. It is a bother to keep it long and clean. Yet we have stayed on the beaten path of hair sociology. All that path lead to is vanity. Which brings me back to the question "Did the snake do it?" Or is the hearsay that the Bible is one of the greatest fictions ever created true?
I know I don't seem very sickly in my thoughts *you know what I mean...* right now, but my physical self is just gross. Every second I have a frog in my throat and my gag reflex is working overtime trying to get that imaginary amphibian out. *gri-gak* Been drinking hot tea all day, and that is why I'm sooo froggy right now. Can't seem to sit still or go into a blank state anymore. =p My mind is like an Information Highway, I can't seem to keep my neurons in one state.
Anyway, have you ever wondered why we grow our hair? I mean did God tell Eve that hair is a vanity thing? Or did the Snake? Or did humans take immediately to their crown or glory? Or for that matter, did Eve even have hair on top of her head when God made her? If so was it long or short? Was Adam's hair long or short? I mean presumably hair is to keep our brains warm like those cute little knitted egg warmers, so would that mean Adam's hair was long? Would God have given Adam a haircut as depicted in most of the world's religious depictions? Why didn't they paint him with long hair? Maybe it would have made him less of a man in today's eyes since long hair is associated with words like feminine, soft, beauty, pride, desire, and of course the requirements of a shampoo ad girl. Would you show your children a picture of adam and eve with adam sporting shoulder length gleaming locks? I have no idea what I would do. But then the pharaohs weren't carved in stone with long hair. They had no hair; they shaved their heads to escape from the heat. So why did Samson have hair, and why was his power said to be in his long locks? Didn't he suffer from heat as well? How did he manage to even keep it clean and healthy if it was that long? And Medusa - an interesting bit of fiction there. I wonder if whoever wrote that story must have had a grudge against women and their mantle of vanity?
Hair is a luxury. It is a bother to keep it long and clean. Yet we have stayed on the beaten path of hair sociology. All that path lead to is vanity. Which brings me back to the question "Did the snake do it?" Or is the hearsay that the Bible is one of the greatest fictions ever created true?
Sunday, September 14, 2003
It's a woman's world too.
Went clubbing with Estella Saturday nite and I just got in, and thought might as well blog before I hit the sack. We've been planning since that nite at Cristo's - it's good to go clubbing with her again. By the by, do you know Cristo is charging RM100 for 1 litre corkage?! *choke* Thank god I didn't bring my new wines. Idiots. I predict their downfall.
It has been ages since I've been to Atmosphere and it is still rocking as ever, literally. We were late (12.45am) after we detoured to pick up Estella's cousin Johan and his friend Alex, as the Fed Highway was jammed back to back. It seemed like everyone was headed to KL.
An intresting aspect of our very varied nightlife that I've never seen first-hand but heard of, actually happened. Johan was picked up by an older woman whilst her boyfriend was plastered to her back. When Johan asked about the bf, the bf said, "Oh it's okay. I'm one of her many boyfriends." *_* Like wow. She jokingly suggested a foursome too. This is girl power in one of it's purest form. She was trying to assemble a 'harem' for later I guess. And she was a looker too. 30-ish, and slender. I wonder how we get to that level of mind that we can just do it for the (fun) sake of notching our bedpost? Maybe start a collection of 'mug' shots like the Banger Sisters. We are Woman and we are here to take over the world. Muahaha!
It felt good to be back in a vibrating space. To be in front of the DJs was darn cool coz the SFX guy was so good looking. Caucasian with piercing blue eyes, and a bonus - Christopher Reeve's nose and jaw. He could almost be a double for the ex-superman star. As usual I had to dance alone after Estella ditched me in the second hour for a frosty. Anyway, I was enjoying myself too much to care. Danced with a couple of strangers but of course didn't take up their offers for *ahem* "drinks at my place later". Didn't know that line was still in use. Haha. I guess the stupidest line I ever got was "I speak chinese too." To which I replied, "I don't." What is the worst line you ever got???
It has been ages since I've been to Atmosphere and it is still rocking as ever, literally. We were late (12.45am) after we detoured to pick up Estella's cousin Johan and his friend Alex, as the Fed Highway was jammed back to back. It seemed like everyone was headed to KL.
An intresting aspect of our very varied nightlife that I've never seen first-hand but heard of, actually happened. Johan was picked up by an older woman whilst her boyfriend was plastered to her back. When Johan asked about the bf, the bf said, "Oh it's okay. I'm one of her many boyfriends." *_* Like wow. She jokingly suggested a foursome too. This is girl power in one of it's purest form. She was trying to assemble a 'harem' for later I guess. And she was a looker too. 30-ish, and slender. I wonder how we get to that level of mind that we can just do it for the (fun) sake of notching our bedpost? Maybe start a collection of 'mug' shots like the Banger Sisters. We are Woman and we are here to take over the world. Muahaha!
It felt good to be back in a vibrating space. To be in front of the DJs was darn cool coz the SFX guy was so good looking. Caucasian with piercing blue eyes, and a bonus - Christopher Reeve's nose and jaw. He could almost be a double for the ex-superman star. As usual I had to dance alone after Estella ditched me in the second hour for a frosty. Anyway, I was enjoying myself too much to care. Danced with a couple of strangers but of course didn't take up their offers for *ahem* "drinks at my place later". Didn't know that line was still in use. Haha. I guess the stupidest line I ever got was "I speak chinese too." To which I replied, "I don't." What is the worst line you ever got???
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Noli me tangere...
I've been thinking... why is it that women are such hopeless creatures when it comes to matters of the heart? Why is it that our hearts, no matter how well armoured, tend to flutter to some sort of tune that lilts its way our way occasionally? Why is it that we cannot, would not bring our hearts to heel?! Why is it so hard to control when and where and who we should go all oh-so-fluttery over? Pfftt, I say.
As much as I like being a woman, I sometimes question our need for such frippery that has a mind of its own. It is just very annoying to find oneself in such predicament without notice. It truly is non sequitur for such things to happen without some sort of lead or provocation. Well... maybe there was provocation... I guess men who goads any reaction from a female is better then those of a lukewarm nature. Surely any smart female wouldn't want a partner who is boring and utterly tepid to her, right? Besides, flutters of the heart are normal. We get them all the time. Nothing that alarming.
If only.
As much as I like being a woman, I sometimes question our need for such frippery that has a mind of its own. It is just very annoying to find oneself in such predicament without notice. It truly is non sequitur for such things to happen without some sort of lead or provocation. Well... maybe there was provocation... I guess men who goads any reaction from a female is better then those of a lukewarm nature. Surely any smart female wouldn't want a partner who is boring and utterly tepid to her, right? Besides, flutters of the heart are normal. We get them all the time. Nothing that alarming.
If only.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Home sweat home
Yeap, it's the same litany again. It's hot back home. My body is still adjusting to being back in KL's sweltering heat. And bath time has become my fav past time since 10 this morning. And I must say I love my bathroom, it doesn't have a showerhead but rather a huge mosaic tub where the water is stored and cooled to perfect iciness. Brr. Ahhh. *grin* You know, I might just move into that space.
Got in about midnight and went straight to bed. Well not right away. Had to do some house cleaning as the house was dusty and yucky after more than a week's absence even though my housemate was in the whole time. Yeah, go figure. Anyway, I've yet to unpack. 'Tis cool, no rush. I did all my laundry in Perth so now all I need to do is shove certain clothes here and there and back onto their shelves.
The flight was turbulent - outside and inside. The plane shook like 40% of the flight and the captain had to ask the crew to take their seats several times. Fought with Lee Ling for the aisle seat. Hee hee... used the excuse that I was bigger therefore needed more legroom. She said she needed the seat coz she goes to the lavatory a lot. But in the end she relented. *grin* I'm still the baby of the family.
Then some man fainted right in front of me and fell on the lady seated in the aisle next to me. I was awakened by her loud 'Oh' of pain and caught him just as she shoved him off her. There were plenty of men around me - white and black and brown and yellow and blue and green - and none of them got up to help me. So there I was, supporting the dead weight man and trying hold onto him, and not being able to let him down as I was still strapped in, for like a whole minute amidst calls to the steward for help. Useless nincompoops. Anyway, his friend saw and came back to help and hoisted him out of my cramped arms, and THEN only did the stewards came and did the whole red-cross-paint-by-the-number procedures. After than it was like a flock of disturb geese. The man was traveling en massed and my lord, the commotion - a flock of ruffled feathers - all flapping about, talking in loud Cantonese, rushing up and down the aisles, looking alarm and pointing here and there and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Don't they realise we were in turbulence and the crew already have their hands full with the man and do not need these flutterers clogging up the aisles? I seriously wanted to just shove each and every one of them, save the wife, into their seats and weld their buckles shut. Idiots? Then after the man was taken into a close off area, these geese then started wandering among themselves, taking bags down, and we were STILL in turbulence. Seriously? What is the matter with this picture? Oh the best part is - going to the loo when we were 5 minutes into landing! The stewardess came out of her seat and shoved the woman back into hers. Good for her.
Other than that the flight was uneventful. Saw Anger Management, laughed with the rest of the plane, drank lotsa wine and paid for it later with a heavy head. Lee Ling knew the leading stewardess, so she gave us like a full glass of Taylor's red. But Lee Hoon and Mom couldn't finish theirs so they gave them to me. I drank them, and broke my own cardinal rule - never drink alcohol when in flight coz it's bad for you. Thank goodness I wasn't that blur when that man fainted. Today, I have a slight hangover coupled with some jet lagginess if you can call it that. Oh gimme that white tablet. ;)
Got in about midnight and went straight to bed. Well not right away. Had to do some house cleaning as the house was dusty and yucky after more than a week's absence even though my housemate was in the whole time. Yeah, go figure. Anyway, I've yet to unpack. 'Tis cool, no rush. I did all my laundry in Perth so now all I need to do is shove certain clothes here and there and back onto their shelves.
The flight was turbulent - outside and inside. The plane shook like 40% of the flight and the captain had to ask the crew to take their seats several times. Fought with Lee Ling for the aisle seat. Hee hee... used the excuse that I was bigger therefore needed more legroom. She said she needed the seat coz she goes to the lavatory a lot. But in the end she relented. *grin* I'm still the baby of the family.
Then some man fainted right in front of me and fell on the lady seated in the aisle next to me. I was awakened by her loud 'Oh' of pain and caught him just as she shoved him off her. There were plenty of men around me - white and black and brown and yellow and blue and green - and none of them got up to help me. So there I was, supporting the dead weight man and trying hold onto him, and not being able to let him down as I was still strapped in, for like a whole minute amidst calls to the steward for help. Useless nincompoops. Anyway, his friend saw and came back to help and hoisted him out of my cramped arms, and THEN only did the stewards came and did the whole red-cross-paint-by-the-number procedures. After than it was like a flock of disturb geese. The man was traveling en massed and my lord, the commotion - a flock of ruffled feathers - all flapping about, talking in loud Cantonese, rushing up and down the aisles, looking alarm and pointing here and there and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Don't they realise we were in turbulence and the crew already have their hands full with the man and do not need these flutterers clogging up the aisles? I seriously wanted to just shove each and every one of them, save the wife, into their seats and weld their buckles shut. Idiots? Then after the man was taken into a close off area, these geese then started wandering among themselves, taking bags down, and we were STILL in turbulence. Seriously? What is the matter with this picture? Oh the best part is - going to the loo when we were 5 minutes into landing! The stewardess came out of her seat and shoved the woman back into hers. Good for her.
Other than that the flight was uneventful. Saw Anger Management, laughed with the rest of the plane, drank lotsa wine and paid for it later with a heavy head. Lee Ling knew the leading stewardess, so she gave us like a full glass of Taylor's red. But Lee Hoon and Mom couldn't finish theirs so they gave them to me. I drank them, and broke my own cardinal rule - never drink alcohol when in flight coz it's bad for you. Thank goodness I wasn't that blur when that man fainted. Today, I have a slight hangover coupled with some jet lagginess if you can call it that. Oh gimme that white tablet. ;)
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Blogging at the airport. Cool!
I am at the airport now, waiting to board the flight back to KL. Hmm...I'm at one of those Internet Kiosk rightsmack dab in the lounge. Feels kinda weird as I get curious passerbys looking over my shoulder t see what's going on. Plus the keys are really different. Not that it is bad, justthat I miss out on a lot of words and have to back space most times. Nah, justme and my big paws. See? Cramping already. Plus way expensive but why not? Kinda cool me thinks. Hee hee... My blogging glee is reariing its ugly head again. I just wish I started my blog earlier, like when I was still studying in Perth. Darn.
Called Basem and he finally picks up his mobile. Apparently he has been sick and really busy wth his parents down and his house swamped by his parents' friends. I'm really dissapointed that I couldn't get to see him this time. I miss the little bugger - and I mean that in a most affectionate way. (Oh stop looking over my shoulders people! I'm not looking at porno. Shoo!)
Also remembered to call Aunt Viv and got sounded 'kao kao'. I was suppose to call her when I got backfrom Margaret River so that wecan go meet up for some catching up. Little didIknow that she was planning a BBQ andwas waiting patiently for me tocall to 'put the steaks on the grill' so to speak. Ifeel terrible, so I should says my sis. *sigh* Aunt Viv: "You naughty girl! Oh so now you call me and from the airport too!" Then she told me about her BBQ plans and I feel horrible and terrible and everything in between.
Also Happy Birthday Lydia! SorryI won't be able to attend your birthday bash tonight. Hope you have a blast, drink and be merry. Just don't dance on the table top, topless. =p Hee hee... Okay got 2minutes left.
I'm going to miss Perth. Thank you Kim for putting up with me and letting me put up with you. Saw Kim this morning, had brekkie with her. Notmuch happened except a few slippery mishaps. Hee hee... Hope your hands and other parts feel better, Kim. We just came out of my apartment when I teased Kim about how shy she was with my family. You should have seen her - all shy and blushing - it really was quite adorable. Anyway, I got whacked for that, and well... we had a little bag whacking session when Kim slipped on the wet marble and landed on her butt, thankfully not on her head. After that we lost it - started giggling and laughing until my mom heard us. She commented on it later. Gosh, I felt a little sad when Kim hugged me goodbye. I told myself I was not going to cry - this might the last time I'll be in Perth. Of course unless I decide to take up a TAFE course then there will be no getting rid of me then, Kim. =) Okay gotta go. The final call just sounded. Bye Perth.
Called Basem and he finally picks up his mobile. Apparently he has been sick and really busy wth his parents down and his house swamped by his parents' friends. I'm really dissapointed that I couldn't get to see him this time. I miss the little bugger - and I mean that in a most affectionate way. (Oh stop looking over my shoulders people! I'm not looking at porno. Shoo!)
Also remembered to call Aunt Viv and got sounded 'kao kao'. I was suppose to call her when I got backfrom Margaret River so that wecan go meet up for some catching up. Little didIknow that she was planning a BBQ andwas waiting patiently for me tocall to 'put the steaks on the grill' so to speak. Ifeel terrible, so I should says my sis. *sigh* Aunt Viv: "You naughty girl! Oh so now you call me and from the airport too!" Then she told me about her BBQ plans and I feel horrible and terrible and everything in between.
Also Happy Birthday Lydia! SorryI won't be able to attend your birthday bash tonight. Hope you have a blast, drink and be merry. Just don't dance on the table top, topless. =p Hee hee... Okay got 2minutes left.
I'm going to miss Perth. Thank you Kim for putting up with me and letting me put up with you. Saw Kim this morning, had brekkie with her. Notmuch happened except a few slippery mishaps. Hee hee... Hope your hands and other parts feel better, Kim. We just came out of my apartment when I teased Kim about how shy she was with my family. You should have seen her - all shy and blushing - it really was quite adorable. Anyway, I got whacked for that, and well... we had a little bag whacking session when Kim slipped on the wet marble and landed on her butt, thankfully not on her head. After that we lost it - started giggling and laughing until my mom heard us. She commented on it later. Gosh, I felt a little sad when Kim hugged me goodbye. I told myself I was not going to cry - this might the last time I'll be in Perth. Of course unless I decide to take up a TAFE course then there will be no getting rid of me then, Kim. =) Okay gotta go. The final call just sounded. Bye Perth.
Monday, September 01, 2003
Time to say Farewell
Well, today's my last day here in Perth, and I must say there is a certain sense of closure this time. I've said a sad farewell to this land that I've made a temporary home. I had a great time down in Margaret River - the cottage I mentioned earlier was very nice and cozy. I did not want to leave and leaving was hard. Especially after I was given two gifts. First was when I took an early morning walk on the trail and I spotted a kangaroo grazing just 20 meters from me; it seemed to be serenely unaware of my presence until I saw it's ears flicked at me. I stood there for half an hour watching it graze. Then later that night I saw a shooting star while star gazing in the freezing cold. I just love the night sky when it is not over-shone by city lights. Plus being a tropical native, I find being in a cold country absolutely cool. =p
We did the whole winery tour thing. Drove north first day in margaret river and south the next. We also went to Cape Lavender where they sell lavender bushes and lavender everything, even wines. Got a couple of bottles of the Lavender Dessert Wine - it was superb *smack lips italian style* - plus a few other lavender items. Mom almost bought the store out - she got body lotion, soap, essential oil, hand & nail cream, preserves and other stuff I can't remember as well. Sisters bought a lot of stuff too. They weren't cheap but they were really nice and you can only get them here at the Lavender farm. Then we went to Voyager winery. It really is a very nice place for pictures. We snapped a couple. The estate is landscaped to perfection to achieve the spanish manor look. Very grand too with it's giant fireplace and mantle and all. Anyway, we went to a lot of wineries and we bought a lot of wines. We will have to drink a few bottles so avoid being tax on the way home. No trouble there. Cooking lamb tonight, I'm sure the Sandalford Cabernet Savignon will go famously with the lamb steaks.
Oh and I went down to Augusta this time to see the whales but unfortunately the weather wasn't up to obliging a few eager tourists so the tour was cancelled. Darn. Was so looking forward to that. But Lee Hoon and I did go for the lighthouse tour at Cape Naturaliste where the two oceans meet - the Indian Ocean and the Southern Ocean. Mom and Lee Ling weren't up to it. Anyway, the wind up there was blowing something fierce. Lee Hoon was clinging to the railing as she felt quite sick being up so high, and with every wind blast threatening to blow her off her feet, Crikey Mate! Hee hee... Going up was a cardio challenge and a great butt workout, but coming down was a mite windy for me - going round in circles several times over even made me a little off balance esp when the steps are sooo narrow. One wrong step and tumble down you go.
(I'll tell you more later coz my internet time is running out and it is darn expensive.) My flight is at 4.30pm tomorrow. Kim is suppose to call me tonight so that we can plan whether or not to go out tonight. I think this will be my last trip to Perth in a long time. This makes me sad. I guess I'll just have to find a great job and makes lotsa moooney and come back for annual holidays or something. (Kim) Yes, I know what I gotta do. *grin* It's a joke between us. Okay time's up. Later dude and dudettes! Signing out from Perth, Western Australia. (Sorry couldn't resist that. =p)
We did the whole winery tour thing. Drove north first day in margaret river and south the next. We also went to Cape Lavender where they sell lavender bushes and lavender everything, even wines. Got a couple of bottles of the Lavender Dessert Wine - it was superb *smack lips italian style* - plus a few other lavender items. Mom almost bought the store out - she got body lotion, soap, essential oil, hand & nail cream, preserves and other stuff I can't remember as well. Sisters bought a lot of stuff too. They weren't cheap but they were really nice and you can only get them here at the Lavender farm. Then we went to Voyager winery. It really is a very nice place for pictures. We snapped a couple. The estate is landscaped to perfection to achieve the spanish manor look. Very grand too with it's giant fireplace and mantle and all. Anyway, we went to a lot of wineries and we bought a lot of wines. We will have to drink a few bottles so avoid being tax on the way home. No trouble there. Cooking lamb tonight, I'm sure the Sandalford Cabernet Savignon will go famously with the lamb steaks.
Oh and I went down to Augusta this time to see the whales but unfortunately the weather wasn't up to obliging a few eager tourists so the tour was cancelled. Darn. Was so looking forward to that. But Lee Hoon and I did go for the lighthouse tour at Cape Naturaliste where the two oceans meet - the Indian Ocean and the Southern Ocean. Mom and Lee Ling weren't up to it. Anyway, the wind up there was blowing something fierce. Lee Hoon was clinging to the railing as she felt quite sick being up so high, and with every wind blast threatening to blow her off her feet, Crikey Mate! Hee hee... Going up was a cardio challenge and a great butt workout, but coming down was a mite windy for me - going round in circles several times over even made me a little off balance esp when the steps are sooo narrow. One wrong step and tumble down you go.
(I'll tell you more later coz my internet time is running out and it is darn expensive.) My flight is at 4.30pm tomorrow. Kim is suppose to call me tonight so that we can plan whether or not to go out tonight. I think this will be my last trip to Perth in a long time. This makes me sad. I guess I'll just have to find a great job and makes lotsa moooney and come back for annual holidays or something. (Kim) Yes, I know what I gotta do. *grin* It's a joke between us. Okay time's up. Later dude and dudettes! Signing out from Perth, Western Australia. (Sorry couldn't resist that. =p)