Monday, March 22, 2004
Reality TV
While millions are casting their votes (or watching the F1 Grand Prix) back home, I am lying comfortably on my warm bed with the remote control in my hand in Shanghai. I wish I was in the voting booth instead.
What is the use of one country with one choice of Government.
It's like having to shop in one mall only.
It's like having a TV with one channel.
After a long hiatus without certain cable channels on location, I have them all again in my new apartment.
For me, once I start watching something, I can be addictive.
Especially, those reality tv programs.
I think it all began while I was in Australia with Big Brother and Temptation Island. I didn't follow Big Brother but it did have a loyal following. In Temptation Island, you have couples split up in different islands. Then, each side is subjected to "temptations" of the opposite sexs during their separation.
My following really started with the last episode of inaugural Survivor in Malaysia. The bitching got me quite intrigued. It took Survivor - Australian Outback, Africa and South America before I shook off the addiction.
Then, it was The Bachelor. Women flaunting their assets Mr. Eligible. All those bitchy women. Mr. Bachelor proposes marriage to woman in the final episode. Later, they break up.
Then, it was The Bachelorette. Men throwing themselves at a woman. Ms. Bachelorette finds her Prince Charming. Pretty wholesome-looking couple...the kind that you can puke over the side at any moment! It's almost too good to be true. They marry in the end. What a fairy tale ending!
There was Joe Millionaire. Here, a dozen or so women throw themselves at this man. The catch is that none of these silly women know that he is actually a construction worker with no million dollar! In the end, he selects a school teacher...probably that could match his mentality. Unfortunately, I missed the last episode which saw him break the news that he is not a millionaire. So, the million dollar question in this program was "Will she still love him despite finding out that he is not a millionaire??". I am thinking to myself which woman in her right mind would forgive a man who has lied and mislead you on national TV. Apparently, Joe was surprised with an award of a million dollars from the network. Perhaps, she will reconsider him now.
Love Shack
A contest where 1 man and 1 woman has a quest to search for possible partners among a group of people who come live in the "Love Shack" with them. The prize - the winning couple will have the use of a seaside love shack for a year.
Love or Money
Woman looks for her ideal man. A dozen or so desparate men trying to compete with each other to win dates with her. The winner gets to date her in one occasion one-on-one. The rest would have to settle for joint dates. She will eliminate the men. I think when it gets down to the final man. He has to choose her or a million dollars. Tricky...tricky....
Lastly, I heard for sometime now the hype with the American Idol. More so, since William Hung, who got famous for the wrong reasons.
I got the chance recently to catch an episode.
It is a pretty simple concept and I must say that I am follow it now.
It's more to listen to Judge Simon's ever blunt remarks.
I am looking forward to tonight's episode of American Idol.
Your say? [ comment(s)]
While millions are casting their votes (or watching the F1 Grand Prix) back home, I am lying comfortably on my warm bed with the remote control in my hand in Shanghai. I wish I was in the voting booth instead.
What is the use of one country with one choice of Government.
It's like having to shop in one mall only.
It's like having a TV with one channel.
After a long hiatus without certain cable channels on location, I have them all again in my new apartment.
For me, once I start watching something, I can be addictive.
Especially, those reality tv programs.
I think it all began while I was in Australia with Big Brother and Temptation Island. I didn't follow Big Brother but it did have a loyal following. In Temptation Island, you have couples split up in different islands. Then, each side is subjected to "temptations" of the opposite sexs during their separation.
My following really started with the last episode of inaugural Survivor in Malaysia. The bitching got me quite intrigued. It took Survivor - Australian Outback, Africa and South America before I shook off the addiction.
Then, it was The Bachelor. Women flaunting their assets Mr. Eligible. All those bitchy women. Mr. Bachelor proposes marriage to woman in the final episode. Later, they break up.
Then, it was The Bachelorette. Men throwing themselves at a woman. Ms. Bachelorette finds her Prince Charming. Pretty wholesome-looking couple...the kind that you can puke over the side at any moment! It's almost too good to be true. They marry in the end. What a fairy tale ending!
There was Joe Millionaire. Here, a dozen or so women throw themselves at this man. The catch is that none of these silly women know that he is actually a construction worker with no million dollar! In the end, he selects a school teacher...probably that could match his mentality. Unfortunately, I missed the last episode which saw him break the news that he is not a millionaire. So, the million dollar question in this program was "Will she still love him despite finding out that he is not a millionaire??". I am thinking to myself which woman in her right mind would forgive a man who has lied and mislead you on national TV. Apparently, Joe was surprised with an award of a million dollars from the network. Perhaps, she will reconsider him now.
Love Shack
A contest where 1 man and 1 woman has a quest to search for possible partners among a group of people who come live in the "Love Shack" with them. The prize - the winning couple will have the use of a seaside love shack for a year.
Love or Money
Woman looks for her ideal man. A dozen or so desparate men trying to compete with each other to win dates with her. The winner gets to date her in one occasion one-on-one. The rest would have to settle for joint dates. She will eliminate the men. I think when it gets down to the final man. He has to choose her or a million dollars. Tricky...tricky....
Lastly, I heard for sometime now the hype with the American Idol. More so, since William Hung, who got famous for the wrong reasons.
I got the chance recently to catch an episode.
It is a pretty simple concept and I must say that I am follow it now.
It's more to listen to Judge Simon's ever blunt remarks.
I am looking forward to tonight's episode of American Idol.
Monday, February 16, 2004
Playing it safe
My memory of a certain dark bush was slowly erasing from my mind. After the initial shocking incidents, I have vowed not to step into unsafe toilets anymore.
"If possible, hold it till you get home"
My working week went by rather uneventfully. I began to think that what happened to be was more of a case of bad luck …being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. So, I thought…
I am lucky that the office toilets are classified as "safe".
Decent high-walled cubicles, flushing toilets, dry and clean, with tissue and soap supplies.
5.15 p.m. Friday
It's my last pee stop of the day.
I walked into the office toilet.
I stumbled upon an old lady with her pants down sitting on the throne.
Why does she have to do her business with the toilet door open?
I have no idea. Maybe, I should be thankful that she wasn’t squatting on the toilet. It seems perfectly normal to her…. as if she was in her own home. I guess I have intruded on her private moment.
Have I been cursed with one "sighting" a week?
This is definitely bad luck!
Photo: Public toilet at Xiangyang Fake Fashion market.
Comments: Looking at it, I will classify it as a “No Go”
Your say? [ comment(s)]
My memory of a certain dark bush was slowly erasing from my mind. After the initial shocking incidents, I have vowed not to step into unsafe toilets anymore.
"If possible, hold it till you get home"
My working week went by rather uneventfully. I began to think that what happened to be was more of a case of bad luck …being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. So, I thought…
I am lucky that the office toilets are classified as "safe".
Decent high-walled cubicles, flushing toilets, dry and clean, with tissue and soap supplies.
5.15 p.m. Friday
It's my last pee stop of the day.
I walked into the office toilet.
I stumbled upon an old lady with her pants down sitting on the throne.
Why does she have to do her business with the toilet door open?
I have no idea. Maybe, I should be thankful that she wasn’t squatting on the toilet. It seems perfectly normal to her…. as if she was in her own home. I guess I have intruded on her private moment.
Have I been cursed with one "sighting" a week?
This is definitely bad luck!
Photo: Public toilet at Xiangyang Fake Fashion market.
Comments: Looking at it, I will classify it as a “No Go”
Friday, January 16, 2004
Pleasant thoughts...
The more good thoughts one has, the better one feels....
Every now and then,
I feel melancholy.
That's when a steady dose of poetry is most effective.
Looking at beautiful things
a little wishful thinking....
Photo: What women want
some subtle persuasion...
"If I can't have the ring, then I need something to correct my aura based on my recent aura consultation."
a wild imagination....
TIFFANY LACE™ drop earrings, for pierced ears. Platinum; round brilliant diamonds, carat total weight .20, color grade G, clarity grade VS; aquamarine drops.
"I will settle for one tiny aquamarine stone, strung in a simple silver white gold chain.. Imagine the drop earring as a stone for my pendant."
lots of hope...
and one of my favourite poetry to go....
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Your say? [ comment(s)]
The more good thoughts one has, the better one feels....
Every now and then,
I feel melancholy.
That's when a steady dose of poetry is most effective.
Looking at beautiful things
a little wishful thinking....
Photo: What women want
some subtle persuasion...
"If I can't have the ring, then I need something to correct my aura based on my recent aura consultation."
a wild imagination....
TIFFANY LACE™ drop earrings, for pierced ears. Platinum; round brilliant diamonds, carat total weight .20, color grade G, clarity grade VS; aquamarine drops.
"I will settle for one tiny aquamarine stone, strung in a simple silver white gold chain.. Imagine the drop earring as a stone for my pendant."
lots of hope...
and one of my favourite poetry to go....
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
I have a confession
I am in so love....
I am in love
with my most wonderful
tub of greek yogurt.
creamy and delicious...
eaten before with
honey, or
blueberries, or
banana, or
just best eaten plain.
I could do anything for it
die (with a T) for it.
errr...the diet may not work...
it's 10g of fat in every 100 grams.
Nevertheless, I brought one tub back with me to Den Haag.
Photo: Greek style natural yogurt
Your say? [ comment(s)]
I am in so love....
I am in love
with my most wonderful
tub of greek yogurt.
creamy and delicious...
eaten before with
honey, or
blueberries, or
banana, or
just best eaten plain.
I could do anything for it
die (with a T) for it.
errr...the diet may not work...
it's 10g of fat in every 100 grams.
Nevertheless, I brought one tub back with me to Den Haag.
Photo: Greek style natural yogurt
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
So, what happen in Amsterdam, tai tai?
Found the tiny entrance to Orange Tulip Hotel on Damrak, which was located above a Steakhouse restaurant.
Waarom ("why" in Dutch) did you move out?
receptionist was such a snob and rude.
my room did not have an attached toilet.
place seem to be occupied by mafia-looking men.
Waar ("where" in Dutch) did you find the other place?
Chanced upon another hotel along Singel canal during our canal walk.
Hotel Hoksbergen overlooks the canal.
I get to stay in a typical Dutch canal home.
Wat ("what" in Dutch) was the room like?
my room is on the first floor.
has a shower, washing basin and toilet.
single bed
a small tv
heater
Photo: Single room (Euro 76 per night)
Camera: Canon Ixus 400
Poor tai tai!
Hoe ("how" in Dutch) was breakfast?
A typical dutch affair.
Your say? [ comment(s)]
Found the tiny entrance to Orange Tulip Hotel on Damrak, which was located above a Steakhouse restaurant.
Waarom ("why" in Dutch) did you move out?
receptionist was such a snob and rude.
my room did not have an attached toilet.
place seem to be occupied by mafia-looking men.
Waar ("where" in Dutch) did you find the other place?
Chanced upon another hotel along Singel canal during our canal walk.
Hotel Hoksbergen overlooks the canal.
I get to stay in a typical Dutch canal home.
Wat ("what" in Dutch) was the room like?
my room is on the first floor.
has a shower, washing basin and toilet.
single bed
a small tv
heater
Photo: Single room (Euro 76 per night)
Camera: Canon Ixus 400
Poor tai tai!
Hoe ("how" in Dutch) was breakfast?
A typical dutch affair.
Thursday, October 02, 2003
My husband is a doctor
Photo: Men in blue
Ok, I lied.
My husband is not a doctor.
Ok... I don't even have a husband.
Who does an aspiring tai-tai want?
Last Saturday, I met a friend who was about to get married.
She said she has to attend compulsory pre-marriage course (khusus perkahwinan in the Malay language). The course runs for 2 to 3 days.
Looks like getting married is hard work. Gone are the days where the only qualification was whether the woman could cook and clean!
Let me investigate what is covered in this pre-marriage course.
P.S. Don't be mislead by the blue scrubs. They are not on their way to the operating room!
Your say? [ comment(s)]
Photo: Men in blue
Ok, I lied.
My husband is not a doctor.
Ok... I don't even have a husband.
Who does an aspiring tai-tai want?
Last Saturday, I met a friend who was about to get married.
She said she has to attend compulsory pre-marriage course (khusus perkahwinan in the Malay language). The course runs for 2 to 3 days.
Looks like getting married is hard work. Gone are the days where the only qualification was whether the woman could cook and clean!
Let me investigate what is covered in this pre-marriage course.
P.S. Don't be mislead by the blue scrubs. They are not on their way to the operating room!
