Friday, 30 September 2011

Newton & Pascal & Ah Boy

Whenever Ah Boy steps over my tummy, I wished I can speak Cat and tell him this.

"Ah Boy, force is mass multiple by acceleration, and pressure is force divided by area. Given your huge mass and the nimble speed at which you step over my tummy, the force you exert is considerable. And when this considerable force is divided by the small area of your paws, the pressure is substantial and intolerable. Kindly refrain from stepping over my tummy in the future".

I'll convince him by adding, "And if you don't believe me, just ask Newton and Pascal".

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

And Then There Was Three

Two blog posts, and this makes three, in a day! I must be on the roll or somethin'!

Quite honestly, my life has been a tad more interesting than I've blogged about. The concerts, movies, theatres, dinners, birthday and non-birthday parties, baby shower, weekend trips... The list does go on. Okay, maybe not that interesting.

When I have time, I will write more. But here's something to tide you over, and I can't believe I didn't blog about this sooner!

I became a god-mother on 14th Sept 2011 to baby Chantel! Isn't she adorable? And she has the cutest button nose. :)


OMG, the pimple on my cheek! I really should start photo-shopping my pics but the focus should be on Chantel, not me!

The New Jessica Sarah Parker


Jessica Sarah Parker. Oh my, what can I say? I thoroughly enjoyed I Don't Know How She Does It. Awesome plot, awesome acting, awesome cast, and not forgetting the very fabulous costumes. 

Your acting has improved so much since Did You Heard About the Morgans? And I meant sooo much. You didn't sound too frustrated when you were frustrated, you didn't sound too hysterical when you were hysterical, you didn't sound too angry when you were angry - and I meant all of the above in a good way. And your voice! The screeching nasal voice has been replaced by a soft, gentle and more convincing voice - same goes for your acting. I'm not saying I didn't like your acting before - I'm just saying you have toned it down the right amount and taken it up a notch. ;)

The cast was, like I said, awesome. Everyone was just the right amount of what they were supposed to be. The frustrated husband was just frustrated enough - sexually or otherwise, the overbearing parents were just overbearing enough, the neglected daughter was just neglected enough, the corporate-ladder hungry assistant was just , the designated office asshole (DOA) was just being an asshole enough, the supportive best friend was just being supportive enough, the bitchy soccer mums were just bitchy enough, the charming new boss was just being charming enough - nobody was overshadowing anyone else. This could be the first time when I remember ALL the characters in a movie! I didn't forget about the son - he was just adorable enough!

The plot was predictable but it's was nicely paced and the comic moments were nicely spaced. The costumes were appropriate and some may even say conservative. But you ran in heels in the snow, so you get my vote.

I don't care what the reviews on imdb or rotten tomatoes say, I LOVED the movie and I can't love it enough.

Note: That acting coach, whoever he is, deserves a big thank you card.

Happy Birthday, Google!

Happy birthday, Google! And thanks for making me proud to be in your company on this special day - no pun intended.

Interestingly, not a lot of fanfare going on in the office today. Then again, accordingly to our PR folks, the exact date of Google's birthday depends “on when people feel like having cake.” So there might be cake in the office tomorrow - with ice-cream, I hope!

Note: If Google can keep it mysterious by changing its birthday, so can I. So believe me when I say I'm not a day over 19 or 23 or 25. ;)

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Shakira in Town!!

I fucking missed half of Shakira's fucking concert because some fucker decided to fucking bring it forward from 11.15pm to 8.10pm without fucking putting up fucking noticeable notices around circuit. Great fucking job, F1 Grand Prix Singapore.


I have always asked Jessica "Why don't Britney, Madonna or Shakira wanna come to Singapore?" Tonight, one down. Two more to go! :)

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Dilatory. Oh Yeah, Baby!

I am inclined to be dilatory, and if I had not enjoyed extraordinary luck in life and love I might have been living with my mother at that very moment, doing nothing.
-- Carroll O'Connor, I Think I'm Outta Here

I sometimes feel such extraordinary luck too! :)

Monday, 12 September 2011

I.Must.Stop

I.really.must.stop.shopping.online.and.I.really.must.stop.telling.the.world.about.it.

Sunday, 11 September 2011

The Family (And A Few More) Goes Away


A family trip to Phuket (including Alex, his mum and Anmari) had all of us staying in a three-storey villa with its own to-die-for infinity pool! The food was glorious, the company was amazing, the massages were relaxing, the streets were noisy - just everything you'd expect from a beach holiday with the family. I don't understand why family trips are portrayed as nightmares in American films - they shouldn't be and they shouldn't have to be.

The overcast sky on the days by the beach didn't help my tan but I'd go back in a heartbeat with the same people. :)

Oh ya, and this happened way back in July. I'm not the most hardworking blogger out there!

Saturday, 10 September 2011

As The Saying Goes

The gardener doesn't own plants.
The clobber doesn't wear shoes.
The advisor doesn't heed his own advice.

Don't we all already know these? 

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Dress for Work

Ah, that explains why I'm not a penguin owner yet! I want a job where I get to have my own penguins!

Sunday, 4 September 2011

Stockholm

There are so many beautifully designed things in Stockholm. I bet the Swedes often find themselves in such a situation - beautiful something spotted, eyes sparkled, hands reached out, waited in line to swipe credit card, reached home, take beautiful something out of beautifully designed paper bag, realised that beautiful something is another useless something which will go in the attic.

Friday, 2 September 2011

Iridescent One

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss; but every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and once you do, nothing will ever compare. 

Thursday, 1 September 2011