EPA-T-EG-SAT [08:12]: next time don't ask for my favour u are so rude and so impatient
EPA-PM-SKF23 [08:15]: why r u so angry? i stand behind u and wait for u to type ur mail, while waiting i read it la
EPA-T-EG-SAT [08:16]: your expression look so impatient dun lie u are impatient
EPA-T-EG-SAT [08:19]: see now u are rude
EPA-PM-SKF23 [08:19]: why rude?
EPA-T-EG-SAT [08:19]: ignoring is the worst thing i told i HATE the most
So much for promises to be more patient.
Is it really too much invested to just up and leave?
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Things I Am Into Right Now
Deborah Loves
1) L'occitane Hand Cream - I use this all over my body. It's rich without being sticky, and has been my best friend ever since Malaysian Airlines gave me a sample on their long-haul Business Class flight to Amsterdam. I just bought the giant tube (RM90, a bit ridiculous since my face cream costs RM37) and slather it on whenever I am sleeping with the airconditioning.
2) My cheapo iPod Shuffle - I have an iPod Touch, and I absolutely hate using it. It's too big, too delicate and too expensive to strap on for a pound on the treadmill - really, then what's the point? And I don't have enough music to fill a Nano, which is pretty neat too. Also, with me, cheaper is better. My latest Shuffle is my 3rd MP3 player, I drowned the first two in the washing machine (1 offshore and 1 at home). My exercise routine is a mess without it.
3) My pashminas. They're so elegant, transportable, and they keep me warmer than my sweater. I use my favourite white one as blanket on the plane ride, to shield my latest purchases from peeping eyes, and of course to wrap around me as a shawl. It goes with my long flowy spagetthi strap evening dress, my work outfit and lately even my coveralls in the yard (Ok the last one looks plain weird, but I don't care)
4) Oil of Olay Intensive White Radiance Moisturizer. This is cheap enough to put on my arms and legs, along with my neck and face. My complexion has gotten slightly fairer after using this.
Again, really suitable for our humid climate.
5) Lancome Flextencils Mascara - no smudges, waterproof. My cousin got me this for XMas last year and now I can't live without it
6) My watch my father gave me - I love men's watches, the contrast of a big, bold metal face with all those masculine dials and knobs agains my bony wrist.
7) I recently restarted my morning Sun Salutations and I feel a lot less stiff in the mornings in the office. Hope this lasts (my discipline and its effects). There is always a "plan" to do more, but we'll see.
8) Jodi Picoult - OK, I am a wimp, a softhearted, spineless wimp. Her books make me pause, think, sob a little (damn that Change of Heart) and explore humanity in so many facets. Ok, except the Tenth Circle, which was rather far stretched and pointless.
9) Nescafe, my life's blood. My day turns to a painfully throbbing, cloudy haze without it.
10) Chocolate, now and forever. But you probably already know that.
1) L'occitane Hand Cream - I use this all over my body. It's rich without being sticky, and has been my best friend ever since Malaysian Airlines gave me a sample on their long-haul Business Class flight to Amsterdam. I just bought the giant tube (RM90, a bit ridiculous since my face cream costs RM37) and slather it on whenever I am sleeping with the airconditioning.
2) My cheapo iPod Shuffle - I have an iPod Touch, and I absolutely hate using it. It's too big, too delicate and too expensive to strap on for a pound on the treadmill - really, then what's the point? And I don't have enough music to fill a Nano, which is pretty neat too. Also, with me, cheaper is better. My latest Shuffle is my 3rd MP3 player, I drowned the first two in the washing machine (1 offshore and 1 at home). My exercise routine is a mess without it.
3) My pashminas. They're so elegant, transportable, and they keep me warmer than my sweater. I use my favourite white one as blanket on the plane ride, to shield my latest purchases from peeping eyes, and of course to wrap around me as a shawl. It goes with my long flowy spagetthi strap evening dress, my work outfit and lately even my coveralls in the yard (Ok the last one looks plain weird, but I don't care)
4) Oil of Olay Intensive White Radiance Moisturizer. This is cheap enough to put on my arms and legs, along with my neck and face. My complexion has gotten slightly fairer after using this.
Again, really suitable for our humid climate.
5) Lancome Flextencils Mascara - no smudges, waterproof. My cousin got me this for XMas last year and now I can't live without it
6) My watch my father gave me - I love men's watches, the contrast of a big, bold metal face with all those masculine dials and knobs agains my bony wrist.
7) I recently restarted my morning Sun Salutations and I feel a lot less stiff in the mornings in the office. Hope this lasts (my discipline and its effects). There is always a "plan" to do more, but we'll see.
8) Jodi Picoult - OK, I am a wimp, a softhearted, spineless wimp. Her books make me pause, think, sob a little (damn that Change of Heart) and explore humanity in so many facets. Ok, except the Tenth Circle, which was rather far stretched and pointless.
9) Nescafe, my life's blood. My day turns to a painfully throbbing, cloudy haze without it.
10) Chocolate, now and forever. But you probably already know that.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
TWILIGHT SUCKS, and other books
Yes it does. Maybe it's because I'm no hormonic teenager anymore.
The writing is grating - mindless chatter of giggly, dizzy teenagers, a sigh here, a glare there, I glared, he growled, blah blah blah. So cliched it makes me wonder, if teenagers of today are all a-ga-ga over this kind of writing, what does that say about the level appreciation of the written word today? Sorry, but when I was an adolescent we were debating Walkabout, sighing at the beauty of The Lord of the Rings. Twilight's "anger flashed in his eyes" schmooze cannot hold a candle to those works.
And it is hardly erotic, mind you. Sighing teenagers, I don't want to be far from you, frolicking in a meadow (how original is that????).
Twilight mania is seriously over-hyped. And I am seriously disappointed (not to mentioned worried)
On the other hand, Jodi Picoult's Change of Hearts is a great read. Told from several perspectives - the mother who lost her husband and daughter to a mentally unstable killer, the priest who questions the meaning of God and his faith, the gay, AIDS-ridden, lifee in the State Prison, the passionate, smart pro bono lawyer who is insecure about her weight and hair. The story is told through their eyes and ears and hearts, and it is a wonderful, sad, touching story. I actually cried at the end and it did make me question my beliefs slightly. Especially the final verdict speech delivered by the judge - it resonated with me somewhat and I found myself in agreement with him every time I read it.
So, in conclusion - Twilight - bleargh, don't bother. Change of Hearts - highly recommended.
The writing is grating - mindless chatter of giggly, dizzy teenagers, a sigh here, a glare there, I glared, he growled, blah blah blah. So cliched it makes me wonder, if teenagers of today are all a-ga-ga over this kind of writing, what does that say about the level appreciation of the written word today? Sorry, but when I was an adolescent we were debating Walkabout, sighing at the beauty of The Lord of the Rings. Twilight's "anger flashed in his eyes" schmooze cannot hold a candle to those works.
And it is hardly erotic, mind you. Sighing teenagers, I don't want to be far from you, frolicking in a meadow (how original is that????).
Twilight mania is seriously over-hyped. And I am seriously disappointed (not to mentioned worried)
On the other hand, Jodi Picoult's Change of Hearts is a great read. Told from several perspectives - the mother who lost her husband and daughter to a mentally unstable killer, the priest who questions the meaning of God and his faith, the gay, AIDS-ridden, lifee in the State Prison, the passionate, smart pro bono lawyer who is insecure about her weight and hair. The story is told through their eyes and ears and hearts, and it is a wonderful, sad, touching story. I actually cried at the end and it did make me question my beliefs slightly. Especially the final verdict speech delivered by the judge - it resonated with me somewhat and I found myself in agreement with him every time I read it.
So, in conclusion - Twilight - bleargh, don't bother. Change of Hearts - highly recommended.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Gastronomic Roller Coaster, Leonberg-Stuttgart
Here's a list of the things I ate in Germany:
1) Soft cheese with a sweet pickle and rocket leaves on chewy, crusty bread
2) Breadcrumbed fish fillet deep fried in rancid-smelling oil
3) Pretzel-like bread sprinkled with salt flakes - every day I sneak one twist up from the breakfast buffet - love it. Germans supposedly like it spread thickly with unsalted butter, but I like it plain
3) Chinese buffet - stir fried prawns and clams and - kangaroo! The kangaroo I have to say was great - tender and flavourful, reminded me of a mild-tasting, leaner wagyu somehow (or I have been deprived for a long time of hand-massaged, beer-fed, classical-music listening cow meat)
4) Poached (or boiled) chicken breast with chilli sauce
5) Quality Italian food in a most wonderful Italian restaurant located at the bottom of a hill, bordering a forest. Fresh roses in glass vases, crystal chandeliers, a big hunk of wood-oven bread on the counter, sliced fresh for customers, cosy, cosy little place. I ate rocket with olive oil and freshly shaved parmesan, breasoala (air dried beef), parma ham on melon, baby mozarella with tomato and hummus Antipasti, and a huge plate of spagetthi vongole (made with tomatoes, which I'd rather without)
6) A huge pau-like thingy filled with a liquorice-tasting fruit paste (which looked like chocolate - disappointed), and a pancake filled with stewed apples and raisins, all swimming in a pool of fake-vanilla creme anglaise kinda thing (custard sauce). I must say I had a really difficult time swallowing this. Don't ask me what this is, I've only been told it's Austrian in origin.
7) Dinner was wonderful today. Braised ox cheeks (all gelatinous and tender and melt-in-the-mouth) with sweet glazed carrots and fluffy on the inside, crispy on the outside potato pancakes.
8) Curd cheese - savoury (not so nice, tastes and smells like feet) and sweetened with sugar and vanilla (much better - like eating thick, thick yogurt)
And that more or less sums up. Of, and of course, copious amounts of bacon, bratwursts, black forest ham and mushrooms for breakfast, every day.
1) Soft cheese with a sweet pickle and rocket leaves on chewy, crusty bread
2) Breadcrumbed fish fillet deep fried in rancid-smelling oil3) Pretzel-like bread sprinkled with salt flakes - every day I sneak one twist up from the breakfast buffet - love it. Germans supposedly like it spread thickly with unsalted butter, but I like it plain
3) Chinese buffet - stir fried prawns and clams and - kangaroo! The kangaroo I have to say was great - tender and flavourful, reminded me of a mild-tasting, leaner wagyu somehow (or I have been deprived for a long time of hand-massaged, beer-fed, classical-music listening cow meat)
4) Poached (or boiled) chicken breast with chilli sauce
5) Quality Italian food in a most wonderful Italian restaurant located at the bottom of a hill, bordering a forest. Fresh roses in glass vases, crystal chandeliers, a big hunk of wood-oven bread on the counter, sliced fresh for customers, cosy, cosy little place. I ate rocket with olive oil and freshly shaved parmesan, breasoala (air dried beef), parma ham on melon, baby mozarella with tomato and hummus Antipasti, and a huge plate of spagetthi vongole (made with tomatoes, which I'd rather without)
6) A huge pau-like thingy filled with a liquorice-tasting fruit paste (which looked like chocolate - disappointed), and a pancake filled with stewed apples and raisins, all swimming in a pool of fake-vanilla creme anglaise kinda thing (custard sauce). I must say I had a really difficult time swallowing this. Don't ask me what this is, I've only been told it's Austrian in origin.
7) Dinner was wonderful today. Braised ox cheeks (all gelatinous and tender and melt-in-the-mouth) with sweet glazed carrots and fluffy on the inside, crispy on the outside potato pancakes.
8) Curd cheese - savoury (not so nice, tastes and smells like feet) and sweetened with sugar and vanilla (much better - like eating thick, thick yogurt)
And that more or less sums up. Of, and of course, copious amounts of bacon, bratwursts, black forest ham and mushrooms for breakfast, every day.
And that about sums up my culinary adventures in Leonberg/Stuttgart. Must thank my gracious and generous hosts who took me on a driving tour around the picturesque town yesterday, crossing centuries-old stone bridge (for horse carts) and the Stuttgart Summer Festival. All in all, a Business trip so much better than the last one in UK. Only thing missing is the biggest gap of them all - my AK.
My stomach is totally bloated from the oxcheeks now.
My stomach is totally bloated from the oxcheeks now.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Deutschland DumDum
Missing BooBoo and AK, and everytime I'm at the station waiting or in the train, I pull out my camera and content myself looking at photos of US. Like this video of Boo trying to catch human-waving Mr. Men on the computer screen.
Oh how I miss them.
I've arrived at the home of the Mercedes-Benz and Porsche, or Siemens and Bosch, of SAP. Aiirved after sitting/sleeping in a not-so-comfy Business Class seat on a 777 for 12 hours (not trying to be ungrateful here, but the seat on the 777 so cannot compare to the one on the 747, the one AK and I took to London - this one is narrow, and the seat sleep position slopes at such an angle that I I tended to slide donwards when I tried to sleep.
Well, here's what I can say thus far:
1) Germany is a YAWN, especially on this bloody Sunday. Who the hell believes in closing up on Sunday anymore? Shopping is resting! And anyways I think it's all a nit hypocritical - I saw tons of people peering through the store displays anyways, it's not like they're spending the whole day at church or at a study group or something. And doesn't everyone need more STIMULUS in today's economy? Sunday shopping ban is totally ridiculous
2) Stuttgart is a rather pretty town, like 10% Paris and the rest like, erm, boring, GRAY or BROWN, totally uninteresting buildings. Some pretty architechture and gorgeous parks, but that's it.
3) Germans, so far, have the best attitude I've encountered in Europeans (the Dutch come a close second), not because they speak English (OK, I meant not only). They mostly keep to themselves, but when you need someone to take your picture, give you directions or even buy a train ticket for you, they're totally warm and helpful. Very good if you're alone.
4) Except for that train conductor on today's train, which I took from the Main station to Leonberg, a tiny little outskirt town where I'm bunking (where the pump factory is). Came in, started yelling at me in German. Someone was kind enough to translate, and turns out woolheaded me got into the wrong train compartment - I was in first class when I was holding a second class ticket. I was so tired I didn't catch the bloody sign above the window - 1st Class Ticket Holders only. Yeargh (so stupid) - presto, a 40-euro fine. Sigh, I feel like the truest idiot of them all. And yes, the sign was in German and English.
Oh, for Saturday, when AK, Boo and Bee will back together again!
Oh how I miss them.
I've arrived at the home of the Mercedes-Benz and Porsche, or Siemens and Bosch, of SAP. Aiirved after sitting/sleeping in a not-so-comfy Business Class seat on a 777 for 12 hours (not trying to be ungrateful here, but the seat on the 777 so cannot compare to the one on the 747, the one AK and I took to London - this one is narrow, and the seat sleep position slopes at such an angle that I I tended to slide donwards when I tried to sleep.
Well, here's what I can say thus far:
1) Germany is a YAWN, especially on this bloody Sunday. Who the hell believes in closing up on Sunday anymore? Shopping is resting! And anyways I think it's all a nit hypocritical - I saw tons of people peering through the store displays anyways, it's not like they're spending the whole day at church or at a study group or something. And doesn't everyone need more STIMULUS in today's economy? Sunday shopping ban is totally ridiculous
2) Stuttgart is a rather pretty town, like 10% Paris and the rest like, erm, boring, GRAY or BROWN, totally uninteresting buildings. Some pretty architechture and gorgeous parks, but that's it.
3) Germans, so far, have the best attitude I've encountered in Europeans (the Dutch come a close second), not because they speak English (OK, I meant not only). They mostly keep to themselves, but when you need someone to take your picture, give you directions or even buy a train ticket for you, they're totally warm and helpful. Very good if you're alone.
4) Except for that train conductor on today's train, which I took from the Main station to Leonberg, a tiny little outskirt town where I'm bunking (where the pump factory is). Came in, started yelling at me in German. Someone was kind enough to translate, and turns out woolheaded me got into the wrong train compartment - I was in first class when I was holding a second class ticket. I was so tired I didn't catch the bloody sign above the window - 1st Class Ticket Holders only. Yeargh (so stupid) - presto, a 40-euro fine. Sigh, I feel like the truest idiot of them all. And yes, the sign was in German and English.
Oh, for Saturday, when AK, Boo and Bee will back together again!
Friday, June 5, 2009
BooBoo and the Laundry
Have I mentioned that I am a real wuss?
I cannot stand the feeling of being alone in the big house, let alone at night. So BooBoo is kind enough to accompany his mama, and making a big fuss out of it too.
He sat in between me and the computer monitor, his eyes fixed on the screen as I went through my MUSIC, transfixed on "plenoptic", the screen saver-like Windows Media Player feature.
Here he is having a jolly time wrestling with my laundry basket. I'll let the pictures tell the story
I cannot stand the feeling of being alone in the big house, let alone at night. So BooBoo is kind enough to accompany his mama, and making a big fuss out of it too.
He sat in between me and the computer monitor, his eyes fixed on the screen as I went through my MUSIC, transfixed on "plenoptic", the screen saver-like Windows Media Player feature.
Here he is having a jolly time wrestling with my laundry basket. I'll let the pictures tell the story
- suffice to say My BooBoo really cheered me up last night :)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Floaty cotton dresses - more of 'em
Oh for spindly legs (and a bottomless bank account)!!
This find, from Elizabeth and James (don't ask me, must be some American brand) is positively dreamy. The front is pretty simple, and the back features a gorgeous lace panel thingy.
This find, from Elizabeth and James (don't ask me, must be some American brand) is positively dreamy. The front is pretty simple, and the back features a gorgeous lace panel thingy.
This one is also pretty, but more normal beach cover-up from Melissa Odabash.
Both images are from Shopbop.com
Darnit, my elliptical just kaput-ed, I think I crushed one of the ball bearings forcing it to run un-aligned. After shoving the bearing back into the cavity, I got onto the trainer and pedalled again. Now the bloody chain broke or came off the gearwheel or something and I'm just too lazy to put take it apart and put it back together again.
Now where's my man when I need him??
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Floaty cotton dresses
Not sure if it's just the midnight madness, loneliness syndrom (alright I am pathetic, I know) or whatever.
I normally wear sleeker, more streamlined clothes because of my, erm, larger frame.
I have large bones but luckily - thanks to a weight loss streak last year, not so much flesh. My shoulders are abnormally broad for an Asian girl. My legs are fleshier (albeit long) than I'd like. So am afraid that these flouncy numbers, meant to hang on rail-thin, tiny girls with long, lean legs, might make me look twice as broad as I already am. Sigh.
But that does not mean we cannot admire these pretty things and crave.
And I LOVE floaty, feminine, fluttery clothes like these.
Seriously contemplating the Topshop one right now. Not good.
Aren't they gorgeous?
"Kite and Butterfly" cotton lace dress from Shopbop.com
Topshop cotton dresses/tops
I normally wear sleeker, more streamlined clothes because of my, erm, larger frame.
I have large bones but luckily - thanks to a weight loss streak last year, not so much flesh. My shoulders are abnormally broad for an Asian girl. My legs are fleshier (albeit long) than I'd like. So am afraid that these flouncy numbers, meant to hang on rail-thin, tiny girls with long, lean legs, might make me look twice as broad as I already am. Sigh.
But that does not mean we cannot admire these pretty things and crave.
And I LOVE floaty, feminine, fluttery clothes like these.
Seriously contemplating the Topshop one right now. Not good.
Aren't they gorgeous?
"Kite and Butterfly" cotton lace dress from Shopbop.com
Topshop cotton dresses/topsMissing US
I miss the noise.
I miss bickering about where we don't wanna eat, and ending up with no choice in Miri.
I miss giggling together at BooBoo's antics.
I miss Team Debbs & AK tacking BooBoo's litter (hey, misery loves company).
I miss going to sleep in the knowledge of being safe and secure.
Oh for goodness's sakes Debbie, it's only been one day. Get a grip on yourself.
I AM PATHETIC, I truly am.
Needless to say, I'm lonely in this big, quiet, dark-at-places house and I miss my partner in crime so, so much.
To AK, I hope the test results show themselves soon, so you can come home sooner (or at least when I get home from Deutschland).
Missing you like mad, you goose, come home so you can drive me all crazy and make me wanna belasah the feathers out the pillow I use to hit you, so we can drive around Miri complaining about the town, so we can visit the Babies Ella and Isaac (or have them visit BooBoo), so we can go to Medan Selera and wallop grilled stingray and deep fried sotong and sip coconut.
I miss bickering about where we don't wanna eat, and ending up with no choice in Miri.
I miss giggling together at BooBoo's antics.
I miss Team Debbs & AK tacking BooBoo's litter (hey, misery loves company).
I miss going to sleep in the knowledge of being safe and secure.
Oh for goodness's sakes Debbie, it's only been one day. Get a grip on yourself.
I AM PATHETIC, I truly am.
Needless to say, I'm lonely in this big, quiet, dark-at-places house and I miss my partner in crime so, so much.
To AK, I hope the test results show themselves soon, so you can come home sooner (or at least when I get home from Deutschland).
Missing you like mad, you goose, come home so you can drive me all crazy and make me wanna belasah the feathers out the pillow I use to hit you, so we can drive around Miri complaining about the town, so we can visit the Babies Ella and Isaac (or have them visit BooBoo), so we can go to Medan Selera and wallop grilled stingray and deep fried sotong and sip coconut.
Lonely Me
No heart, no heart.
Here's hoping that this week will fly us by.
Next week, am off to Germany for work. No heart for it, really - just get the job done and away with.
AK, am missing you already!! Come back, come back, BB.
Here's hoping that this week will fly us by.
Next week, am off to Germany for work. No heart for it, really - just get the job done and away with.
AK, am missing you already!! Come back, come back, BB.
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