I've been packing for 5 hours straight, and trying to pack as little as possible for a cold winter holiday is hard. I'm sharing shell case with Lee Hoon and between the both of us we still managed to leave some empty space for the journey back home. Ahem... planning to shop of course. Going all the way to Shanghai and not shop?? I'm not loco y'know. I have a few things I need to buy, namely office working clothes now that I'll be working as a Marketing Exec. Oh yeah, I accepted the position. *grin* Might as well earn good money while I wait for my dream job.
Anyway, I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow. I'm so looking forward to it. It's gonna be COLD! I'm actually shivering in anticipation. Haha... what if it's too cold for me? The temp right for next week is between 2 and 12. Brr... *grin* Hopefully I've packed adequately. It's definately not going to be like Perth's gorgeous climate, I vow. But not enough to wager on it coz as the weather is quite unpredictable; quite hazardous to my betting skill, which is of course nil. Whatever.
I hope that there will be an accessible internet kiosk there, somewhere, so that I can update my blog. How cool will that be? Hee hee. Blogging in Shanghai, China.
So off I go to sleep. Nite all and see ya in China. ^__^
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Hijacked to the Marketing Dept.
Yeap, I'm now offered the post of Marketing Executive instead of the Programming Exec. I haven't decided if I want the job yet. Why? Coz it's marketing that's why. I'm not a very sales oriented person but apparently I won't be that kind of marketing exec. But I think that at some point I might have to dip my toes if not plunge head first into that cold end. *sigh*
Ben called me fri evening to asked me to go in for another interview. At that point, I was thinking, "What the heck? Didn't you already offered me the job and we shook on it?" But I did ask why instead and he said that the manager wants to meet me in person. My heart did a little flop when he said that. The manager wants to meet me??? Why??? And for that whole weekend I was quite apprehensive and pensive. Finally somebody named Abby called me yesterday to go in for the interview with one of the Big Three today.
Thank god I was interviewed by one of the Big Three's wives instead - Helen. I like Helen. Helen is such a pleasant woman. She made the whole process of the interview comfortable and natural. I didn't even stutter once. It was like an entirely new and separate interview. She viewed all of my work and asked me the usual questions. Then she explained my duties to me, and most of them were PR and marketing stuff. I was being transfered to the marketing dept as the former position no longer exists. All this in the space of a week! Apparently the company is growing and positions are shifted here and there.
Basically, if I accept the job, I'll be working in Helen's marketing dept instead of Ben's programming side. I don't know if I want this marketing job. When I applied for the former position I thought I'd be doing more creative TV stuff, but now.... *sigh*
I might just take the job coz I like Helen, or I might not. I don't know yet. I told Helen I'll give her an answer tomorrow. After all, the dynamics of the position has shifted to one that is as foreign to me as a fish on land. Maybe I'll grow legs and learn to walk...
Ben called me fri evening to asked me to go in for another interview. At that point, I was thinking, "What the heck? Didn't you already offered me the job and we shook on it?" But I did ask why instead and he said that the manager wants to meet me in person. My heart did a little flop when he said that. The manager wants to meet me??? Why??? And for that whole weekend I was quite apprehensive and pensive. Finally somebody named Abby called me yesterday to go in for the interview with one of the Big Three today.
Thank god I was interviewed by one of the Big Three's wives instead - Helen. I like Helen. Helen is such a pleasant woman. She made the whole process of the interview comfortable and natural. I didn't even stutter once. It was like an entirely new and separate interview. She viewed all of my work and asked me the usual questions. Then she explained my duties to me, and most of them were PR and marketing stuff. I was being transfered to the marketing dept as the former position no longer exists. All this in the space of a week! Apparently the company is growing and positions are shifted here and there.
Basically, if I accept the job, I'll be working in Helen's marketing dept instead of Ben's programming side. I don't know if I want this marketing job. When I applied for the former position I thought I'd be doing more creative TV stuff, but now.... *sigh*
I might just take the job coz I like Helen, or I might not. I don't know yet. I told Helen I'll give her an answer tomorrow. After all, the dynamics of the position has shifted to one that is as foreign to me as a fish on land. Maybe I'll grow legs and learn to walk...
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Compounded by a randomly efficient system
I finally dragged my butt to JPJ to put in my application for the new Identity Smart Card or whatever they call it. Zona came to fetch me at 6.45am in the morning and together we braved the supposedly long ordeal. We got there at 7am and there was already a long line forming, from the door to the stairwell and then to the outer doors - we were number 54 and 55 - all this before 7am. @__@ Comparingly, being in the 50 - 60 category is quiet good. If we had arrived just 5 munites later, we would have been in the 100 category I kid you not.
So there we were, lining up between an indian couple and a couple of 'aiyoh aunties', one of which whom mistook Zona for a "malay girl". Zona was most bothered by that tag. Must be the lighting, and old eyes. Haha. We were assured of a proper queue with the vigilant old eyes watching queue jumpers and wrinkled mouths repeating "Hello, the line starts back there la!"
When we finally got to the counters, only two were opened. As the 30 min slots went by, more counters opened and pretty soon the numbers were flashing at a set pace. Then it was our turn. Zona got her's done in a zip. Mine was a little s-l-o-w-e-r. Sigh. I got the uncle counter. The one who takes a million years to type and recheck anc recheck again. Then he got up and went to another computer and stood there looking at it, not touching it or whatever, just looking. Then he came back and said, "You have to pay compound RM30. You suppose to change your IC when you were 18. Now have to pay fine. 30 ringgit ah." I opened my mouth to ask why I had to pay the fine when Zona didn't, but I took out three reds instead and handed them to the uncle. Sigh... what is this? I got randomly picked to make their strongbox heavier by 30 ringgit. Sheesh.
Bayaran Pemprosesan - 10.00
Bayaran Kompaun - 20.00
Why didn't others have to pay the processing fee as well? Blech. That is how it is, people. If you are one of those lucky ones to be randomly picked, I congratulate you. Welcome to the Suckers Club. *roll eyes*
Hopefully my picture will turn out at least semi-presentable. I'm worried coz I'm frightfully unphotogenic. The last time my picture was taken with one of these digital cameras, I came out belonging to the The Undead Photography Club. Thankfully, I've graduated from Curtin and no longer need to flash that horrible picture around. =p
So there we were, lining up between an indian couple and a couple of 'aiyoh aunties', one of which whom mistook Zona for a "malay girl". Zona was most bothered by that tag. Must be the lighting, and old eyes. Haha. We were assured of a proper queue with the vigilant old eyes watching queue jumpers and wrinkled mouths repeating "Hello, the line starts back there la!"
When we finally got to the counters, only two were opened. As the 30 min slots went by, more counters opened and pretty soon the numbers were flashing at a set pace. Then it was our turn. Zona got her's done in a zip. Mine was a little s-l-o-w-e-r. Sigh. I got the uncle counter. The one who takes a million years to type and recheck anc recheck again. Then he got up and went to another computer and stood there looking at it, not touching it or whatever, just looking. Then he came back and said, "You have to pay compound RM30. You suppose to change your IC when you were 18. Now have to pay fine. 30 ringgit ah." I opened my mouth to ask why I had to pay the fine when Zona didn't, but I took out three reds instead and handed them to the uncle. Sigh... what is this? I got randomly picked to make their strongbox heavier by 30 ringgit. Sheesh.
Bayaran Pemprosesan - 10.00
Bayaran Kompaun - 20.00
Why didn't others have to pay the processing fee as well? Blech. That is how it is, people. If you are one of those lucky ones to be randomly picked, I congratulate you. Welcome to the Suckers Club. *roll eyes*
Hopefully my picture will turn out at least semi-presentable. I'm worried coz I'm frightfully unphotogenic. The last time my picture was taken with one of these digital cameras, I came out belonging to the The Undead Photography Club. Thankfully, I've graduated from Curtin and no longer need to flash that horrible picture around. =p
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Green junior writer loving it
I spent the whole day working at Interface Advertising as a freelance junior writer/copywriter, and I can only say that my first taste of working as a copywriter albeit a freelancer, is making me ravenous for another taste. I did one leaflet for them and another simple piece of coming up with names for a cooking show. Wish I could type in here my suggestions as I thought they were most cool, but I can't. Confidentiality and all that *waves hand in air*...
I know it is premature but I must say that I feel like this time round my working life won't be hell like my previous experience in the quack of a company and boss. I feel that it will be better. Pray I won't be wrong.
The CD (creative director) tried to talk me into giving up my job at Double Vision, but she understood that I cannot do that. 'Sides, I don't think I should as I think I can learn a lot from Ben, and I want to try out the TV industry. I might like it too. *grin*
Ben called me today and he said that management wants me to start on 1st December instead of straight away this coming Monday. He was most dissapointed as he is in dire need of help to sort out the backlog of work piled on his desk. Management didn't like it that I was going to work for four days and then go on holiday. I guess that makes sense, but I can't cancel my Shanghai trip as everything has been paid and approved since last week. I hope Ben won't decide to cut me loose because of this. Aiks.
I know it is premature but I must say that I feel like this time round my working life won't be hell like my previous experience in the quack of a company and boss. I feel that it will be better. Pray I won't be wrong.
The CD (creative director) tried to talk me into giving up my job at Double Vision, but she understood that I cannot do that. 'Sides, I don't think I should as I think I can learn a lot from Ben, and I want to try out the TV industry. I might like it too. *grin*
Ben called me today and he said that management wants me to start on 1st December instead of straight away this coming Monday. He was most dissapointed as he is in dire need of help to sort out the backlog of work piled on his desk. Management didn't like it that I was going to work for four days and then go on holiday. I guess that makes sense, but I can't cancel my Shanghai trip as everything has been paid and approved since last week. I hope Ben won't decide to cut me loose because of this. Aiks.
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
I've got a job!!!
I finally got a job. Yay! I went in for an interview with Ben Chung at Double Vision Productions and I got the job! While I am excited that I will finally be working and earning again, I'm kinda frightened about it. The woman who had the post before was apparently so good that Ben didn't want to let her go but he had to, AND she has BIG FEET. I worry about filling in her shoes and the task seems daunting.
Ben sat me down. After the usual Q&A, he then proceed to fill me in on my duties. "You just listen, and then at the end, if you want the job, you tell me Yes or No on the spot," he said before launching into a myriad of information that left me spinning on my axis. For two and a half hour, he told me most of everything that was going to happen and what my job description was going to be. Information overload! And now I feel apprehensive about it. But then if I don't try the job, how else am I gonna know if I'm going to like it, right?
ALSO Interface Advertising called me a hour after I got home from the interview. They wanted me to freelance for them for two weeks. But since I've already said Yes to DV, I can't very well work for them too. As the phone conversation went on, the girl managed to persuaded me to do ONE piece for them. I'll go in tomorrow for a briefing and discussion of payment. I last few days of freedom and I'll be working. *sigh* What have I done? I have only two hands and I've offered them both. I'm itching to free one of my hands but then I'm looking more towards the future. I've convince myself that I should do the freelance work. Never know, if they like my work, they'll remember me in the future and that is getting my toe in the door.
Amazing... when it rains, it pours...
Ben sat me down. After the usual Q&A, he then proceed to fill me in on my duties. "You just listen, and then at the end, if you want the job, you tell me Yes or No on the spot," he said before launching into a myriad of information that left me spinning on my axis. For two and a half hour, he told me most of everything that was going to happen and what my job description was going to be. Information overload! And now I feel apprehensive about it. But then if I don't try the job, how else am I gonna know if I'm going to like it, right?
ALSO Interface Advertising called me a hour after I got home from the interview. They wanted me to freelance for them for two weeks. But since I've already said Yes to DV, I can't very well work for them too. As the phone conversation went on, the girl managed to persuaded me to do ONE piece for them. I'll go in tomorrow for a briefing and discussion of payment. I last few days of freedom and I'll be working. *sigh* What have I done? I have only two hands and I've offered them both. I'm itching to free one of my hands but then I'm looking more towards the future. I've convince myself that I should do the freelance work. Never know, if they like my work, they'll remember me in the future and that is getting my toe in the door.
Amazing... when it rains, it pours...
Monday, November 10, 2003
Holding on by my teeth
Went to the dentist today to do the usual checkups. Went there at 9am and came out four hours later. Wish I can embellish the tale with stories of horror of the dentist gone mad with the driller, but I can't. I'll have to tell the truth instead - had three hours of waiting hell. You see, we didn't make an appointment thinking that there'd be nobody so early in the morning. Hah, were we so wrong. When we got there at 9:05am, there were already three patients ahead of us and all of them had appointments. *sigh* AND then it got worse as the minutes ticked by; more people came in through that glass door and we were pushed further back in line. Every time we are assured that we would be the 4th or 5th down the line, another appointment-maker would waltz in.
Another Chance...mayhaps
She sat there amidst the plastic plants and toothy grins hanging on the whitewashed walls, feeling tired, sleepy and just plain miserable. Beside her was a foot high pile of old magazines, each depicting glossy pictures of places far away, with people of alien cultures; each carelessly thumbed through and carefully read likewise. All of those periodicals had one thing in common, its yellow-framed covers were all worn and tattered, practically hanging off its' spines. She inanely thought, "There must have been a lot of people without appointments too."
BING BONG!
She looks up, almost like an afterthought, and her face was arrested by the sight of a young man wearing a polo shirt and quarter khakis. "I know him..." she thought. "But from where?"
The young man gave his name (he had an appointment) and took a seat directly across from her. She faked disinterest and went back to reading her already-read-once magazine, all the while stealing glances at that familiar young man. During her ninth or tenth stolen glances, he caught her glancing at him but she faked a polite but impersonal stretch of her lips upward at him. He went back to studying the walls.
She raked her memory frantically. "Who, where, when?"
Then it hit her and her eyes widened alarmingly behind the magazine. "Omigawd, it's him!" her mind screamed. He was her young teenage crush! He was the guy she made a fool of herself over when puberty hit. Her hormones had gone berserk and started pining for the big guy with the teddy bear frame. At that time, she thought he was most huggable. "Actually, he still is," her mind gushed.
"Who's that?" nudged her sister who was sitting beside her.
"Oh, not sure." she lied.
"Well, he's been looking at you for the past fifteen minutes," her sister supplied as if she weren't aware of that fact already.
"Uh hmm..." she mumbled non-committedly and went back to fake-reading the magazine - the same page she's been on for the past twenty minutes. Very engrossing article that.
After an hour of stealing glances and faking disinterest and ignorance, she got up to return the magazines to the rack. On her way back with more magazine, she was intercepted by her teddy bear.
"Lee Yong?" he tentatively ventured, and her mind went into panic mode.
"Yes?"
"Do you remember me? We were in the same class in Remove."
"Oh, really? Hmm... you are very familiar but I can't really recall your name." She lied apologetically.
"I'm *beeeep* (censored)." he added.
"Oh! Yes! I remember you! We used to play basketball together during PJ." She beamed, flashing him a 200-watt smile, teeth and all.
"How are you, what are you doing now?" she asked politely.
He was about to answer when her phone rang. She flashed him an apologetic smile and took the call. It was Vij. She talked to Vij for a few minutes, accepting a lunch date for wednesday and went back into the waiting lounge.
He was nowhere in sight. He was called in; ahead of her.
She felt most put out. Deprive of her distraction in the waiting lounge, she went back to staring at the walls and reliving old memories.
Later when he came out, they barely had time to say anything as it was finally her turn at the dentist chair. They parted with a smile, and he handed her a piece of paper. It had his number on it.
Another Chance...mayhaps
She sat there amidst the plastic plants and toothy grins hanging on the whitewashed walls, feeling tired, sleepy and just plain miserable. Beside her was a foot high pile of old magazines, each depicting glossy pictures of places far away, with people of alien cultures; each carelessly thumbed through and carefully read likewise. All of those periodicals had one thing in common, its yellow-framed covers were all worn and tattered, practically hanging off its' spines. She inanely thought, "There must have been a lot of people without appointments too."
BING BONG!
She looks up, almost like an afterthought, and her face was arrested by the sight of a young man wearing a polo shirt and quarter khakis. "I know him..." she thought. "But from where?"
The young man gave his name (he had an appointment) and took a seat directly across from her. She faked disinterest and went back to reading her already-read-once magazine, all the while stealing glances at that familiar young man. During her ninth or tenth stolen glances, he caught her glancing at him but she faked a polite but impersonal stretch of her lips upward at him. He went back to studying the walls.
She raked her memory frantically. "Who, where, when?"
Then it hit her and her eyes widened alarmingly behind the magazine. "Omigawd, it's him!" her mind screamed. He was her young teenage crush! He was the guy she made a fool of herself over when puberty hit. Her hormones had gone berserk and started pining for the big guy with the teddy bear frame. At that time, she thought he was most huggable. "Actually, he still is," her mind gushed.
"Who's that?" nudged her sister who was sitting beside her.
"Oh, not sure." she lied.
"Well, he's been looking at you for the past fifteen minutes," her sister supplied as if she weren't aware of that fact already.
"Uh hmm..." she mumbled non-committedly and went back to fake-reading the magazine - the same page she's been on for the past twenty minutes. Very engrossing article that.
After an hour of stealing glances and faking disinterest and ignorance, she got up to return the magazines to the rack. On her way back with more magazine, she was intercepted by her teddy bear.
"Lee Yong?" he tentatively ventured, and her mind went into panic mode.
"Yes?"
"Do you remember me? We were in the same class in Remove."
"Oh, really? Hmm... you are very familiar but I can't really recall your name." She lied apologetically.
"I'm *beeeep* (censored)." he added.
"Oh! Yes! I remember you! We used to play basketball together during PJ." She beamed, flashing him a 200-watt smile, teeth and all.
"How are you, what are you doing now?" she asked politely.
He was about to answer when her phone rang. She flashed him an apologetic smile and took the call. It was Vij. She talked to Vij for a few minutes, accepting a lunch date for wednesday and went back into the waiting lounge.
He was nowhere in sight. He was called in; ahead of her.
She felt most put out. Deprive of her distraction in the waiting lounge, she went back to staring at the walls and reliving old memories.
Later when he came out, they barely had time to say anything as it was finally her turn at the dentist chair. They parted with a smile, and he handed her a piece of paper. It had his number on it.
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Who says old dogs can't learn new tricks?
Well since Patches is as deaf as a post, I had to teach him some new tricks - hand gestures to signify the previous sound commands. Simple commands like sit, shake left and right and down is pretty simple. However, fetch was a no go. I point and he looks, with his butt still attached to the floor. *sigh* When I point and wave, he understands that it is go where I point. Thank goodness for small miracles.
Oh joy, Patches is finally settling down on the new platform I made for him - I added a few more rags and he's happily snuggled into them now. *wink* All it takes is a little extra something. *grin*
Most of the chores on my list is done. But I still have to visit the dentist; was suppose to go today but I wanted to groome Patches. Oh well, I'll go tomorrow, after a visit to the optician, the photo shop, and blah, blah, blah... so many things to do.
Anyway, I'll be back in KL on the 11th night. I miss Patches already. :(
Oh joy, Patches is finally settling down on the new platform I made for him - I added a few more rags and he's happily snuggled into them now. *wink* All it takes is a little extra something. *grin*
Most of the chores on my list is done. But I still have to visit the dentist; was suppose to go today but I wanted to groome Patches. Oh well, I'll go tomorrow, after a visit to the optician, the photo shop, and blah, blah, blah... so many things to do.
Anyway, I'll be back in KL on the 11th night. I miss Patches already. :(
Friday, November 07, 2003
A little carpentry project to make my day
*Phew* I just spent the whole afternoon making a platform for Patches to sleep on. First I had to hunt for logs and planks to make that special sleeping place for my baby. Since monsoon is here - the rain floods half of my porch - he'll need it to sleep in relative comfort. He is old and stiff. Poor thing. I watch him every morning and I think he is still adorable. I love Patches. *grin*
Anyway, I salvaged the planks from an old shelf and got the 'legs' by sawing the frame into small blocks. I really enjoyed doing carpentry again even though it is such a simple project. The hammering was the most satisfying and annoying thing. I love the stress-buster effect but the damn nails weren't strong enough to push through the cenggal wood. *grin* Yeah I got my hands on a very strong wood. All the better for my baby.
I ached from sawing through the cenggal blocks... och, my shoulders... anyway, so there I was, proudly positioning the platform in a corner when Patches came over to inspect my work. He was eager to get on, sniffing here and there. But he didn't get on until I arranged his blanket on it. I was so proud when he got on and settled down.
HAH! Later I found him back under the car, his usual spot. *sigh* All my hard work and he prefers to sleep under the car? He'll probably ditch that spot soon when the rain creeps up later...
Yes, I can hold a hammer. I even know how to lift it up and hammer in a nail. *gasp* Straight in too. Hmmph.
Anyway, I salvaged the planks from an old shelf and got the 'legs' by sawing the frame into small blocks. I really enjoyed doing carpentry again even though it is such a simple project. The hammering was the most satisfying and annoying thing. I love the stress-buster effect but the damn nails weren't strong enough to push through the cenggal wood. *grin* Yeah I got my hands on a very strong wood. All the better for my baby.
I ached from sawing through the cenggal blocks... och, my shoulders... anyway, so there I was, proudly positioning the platform in a corner when Patches came over to inspect my work. He was eager to get on, sniffing here and there. But he didn't get on until I arranged his blanket on it. I was so proud when he got on and settled down.
HAH! Later I found him back under the car, his usual spot. *sigh* All my hard work and he prefers to sleep under the car? He'll probably ditch that spot soon when the rain creeps up later...
Yes, I can hold a hammer. I even know how to lift it up and hammer in a nail. *gasp* Straight in too. Hmmph.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Home is where Patches is
I am back home in Kota Bharu. The moment I got in, I played with Patches. Och, he's getting old and so deaf. I can walk up next to him and he wouldn't even notice and if he did, the only indication is his increasingly bald thumping tail. Other than that, he just lies there resting. Poor baby. I'm gonna bathe him tomorrow. Hopefully there'll be sun. Today was literally raining buckets. Flew in with the storm, on AirAsia. This flight was a little seat-gripping.... and not just because of the air pockets, but the pilot's dream that he's a fighter jet pilot. Ee-diot.
Anyway, the reason I'm back is to celebrate my grandmother's anniversary this coming sunday. We will be having dinner at a posh restaurant in honour of her memory.
Ok, I'm gonna sleep now. I haven't slept at all yesterday as I had to wake up at 4.30am to get ready for the early morning flight back here. And mom and me have been busy cleaning and opening up the house again, making it fit for living again. The house was so dusty and musty-dry. Mom's been using it as a base but she sleeps over at my aunty's place. So you can imagine how inhabitable it was. Now it's all livable again and with air-conditioned rooms... *swoon*
Nites all.
Anyway, the reason I'm back is to celebrate my grandmother's anniversary this coming sunday. We will be having dinner at a posh restaurant in honour of her memory.
Ok, I'm gonna sleep now. I haven't slept at all yesterday as I had to wake up at 4.30am to get ready for the early morning flight back here. And mom and me have been busy cleaning and opening up the house again, making it fit for living again. The house was so dusty and musty-dry. Mom's been using it as a base but she sleeps over at my aunty's place. So you can imagine how inhabitable it was. Now it's all livable again and with air-conditioned rooms... *swoon*
Nites all.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Emotional pit stop
My heart feels heavy and oh-so-sore,
For someone I shouldn't have cared for...
Torn emotions all bubbling to the fore,
Bleeding me dry, bleeding ever more...
I did a very foolish thing just now - I went through all my stuff and discovered all my love letters and sentimental this and thats. One soul caught and held my attention. It brought me down deep into that dark abyss which I vowed never to go back to. But I did. Three hours later, I'm an emotional wreck. I read through and touched everything. Reriding that roller coaster messed with my mind and it made me want him back. All those amazing words made me miss what we had and I know that is a dangerous emotion; one that I can never let loose again if I wish to hold on to my sanity and identity. I cannot afford to be an obsession again, only because I'm afraid giving in to that delirium. Hah, what indeed is love? It is hate, passion, love, jeolousy and fear. Fear makes it presense known. It does...
It shouldn't be so. It should never have been. It will never be, again.
Monday, November 03, 2003
IKEA's swedish meatballs
Went to another interview at the Boulevard for the post of junior copywriter, and as usual my chances were 50/50. Bah, I'm applying for junior copywriter, of course I don't really have experience in copywriting. Apparently my journalistic talents do not carry much weight. *blow bangs* Come on people. If you don't give freshies like me a chance to get my foot in the door, how can I one day be one of those "experience required" plebeians?
After that, Zona picked me up to go to IKEA for a little pillow shopping. We had swedish meatballs for lunch and it was oh-so-yummy. Seriously, who (in malaysia) would ever have thought about mixing meatballs and raspberry jam but swedish food connoisseurs?
I like the new IKEA coz it's so huge and the 'food court' is a stroke of genuis. With new dishes and free refills, the new IKEA is a food haven and I bet lunch hours are like inside a sardine can. I can wax lyrical about the meatballs but I won't coz even my tolerance level is not that high. I'm babbling, I know. Whatever. So signing off now.
After that, Zona picked me up to go to IKEA for a little pillow shopping. We had swedish meatballs for lunch and it was oh-so-yummy. Seriously, who (in malaysia) would ever have thought about mixing meatballs and raspberry jam but swedish food connoisseurs?
I like the new IKEA coz it's so huge and the 'food court' is a stroke of genuis. With new dishes and free refills, the new IKEA is a food haven and I bet lunch hours are like inside a sardine can. I can wax lyrical about the meatballs but I won't coz even my tolerance level is not that high. I'm babbling, I know. Whatever. So signing off now.
Saturday, November 01, 2003
Going back to our roots
Mauritius is out - too expensive. Everything is paid in US dollars. Apparently it is a playgrounds for Americans. Bah. I was so looking forward to the hot sun, tanning, and crystal clear waters. Sigh. I had envisioned myself in one of those huts with the sea as a backyard... darn it. Anyway, destination/reality check. Instead we night go to Shanghai. I know, the scare is still there but the air fare is only RM900, compared to Mauritius' RM2000 plus.
I think it might be nice to see China. There are many gorgeous sights to see and apparently the shopping is fantastic. But honestly, I'm not interested in shopping. I just want to see mountains and valleys and historical buildings. That sort of stuff and I hardly think Shanghai is the place. It is just like KL. Why fly all the way there and experience Kay-hell. *pfftt*
So now, I have another destination in mind. Club Med Phuket. I think that is a real nice alternative. *grin* I went online to check the prices but no cookie. Looks like I'll have to call up the travel agent again. I know Phuket is great coz I've already been there 3 times. But Club Med should even be greater with so many activities to indulge in. I know where I'll be most of the time - the archery range! Ooooo, I can't wait to notch my arrows!
O'tay, enough blogging. I gotta go get ready to go out with zona and friends. The plan is for Nouvo *grimace* But I'm hopping that the destination will change to somewhere less sardine-packed-like. Somewhere like Bliss. We will see. Later people.
I think it might be nice to see China. There are many gorgeous sights to see and apparently the shopping is fantastic. But honestly, I'm not interested in shopping. I just want to see mountains and valleys and historical buildings. That sort of stuff and I hardly think Shanghai is the place. It is just like KL. Why fly all the way there and experience Kay-hell. *pfftt*
So now, I have another destination in mind. Club Med Phuket. I think that is a real nice alternative. *grin* I went online to check the prices but no cookie. Looks like I'll have to call up the travel agent again. I know Phuket is great coz I've already been there 3 times. But Club Med should even be greater with so many activities to indulge in. I know where I'll be most of the time - the archery range! Ooooo, I can't wait to notch my arrows!
O'tay, enough blogging. I gotta go get ready to go out with zona and friends. The plan is for Nouvo *grimace* But I'm hopping that the destination will change to somewhere less sardine-packed-like. Somewhere like Bliss. We will see. Later people.