Thursday, September 27, 2007 

One Night In Mumbai

Our apartment in Andheri:


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Dining room


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Living room


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Kitchen


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My room


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Pool


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The apartment is bigger than I imagined. It must be easily 2000sqf. 3 main rooms with attached bathrooms, kitchen, living room, dining room and this is a guestroom with an external bathroom


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My secret stash


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All things comforting

I miss my Clyde. :'(

Monday, September 24, 2007 

Macam Membanting Padi

One thing I hate about award shows: mounting.

It’s back-bending work to cut, spray, adjust and stick those tricky artworks on thick boards, all in the name of art. At the end of the day, your glasses, fingers, hair, eye lashes and nostril hairs are sticky and glued together.

And Clyde has to rub my back and butt every night because every bone in my body is screaming “OSTEOPOROSIS!”

Friday, September 21, 2007 

Finally........ almost!

Crazy crazy weeks. 21 days to be specific.

I dont mind heavy workload. It's all the unexpected surprises in the way that got me pulling my hair. Things just go anywhere except where i've wanted them to be.

Been spending too little time with family, especially Bonnie.

After this weekend, if things go as planned, I should be in a more relax state, saying,"It's over. Finally!"

Only if nothing unexpected jumps out during these two days. Let's hope.

Thursday, September 20, 2007 

And The Long-Suffering Husband Award Goes To...

Clyde has got to be the most understanding and supportive hubby in the whole wide world.

I remember some years back when I pulled out from a Hong Kong trip for work and he went alone. Last year there was this other HK trip that was cancelled again because of work reasons as well.

Now, we cancelled our trip to Spain because I have been posted to Mumbai for 4 weeks. It is my own arse luck that my annual holiday has to happen at the same time with this once-in-a-lifetime post. It’s a jinx I say. Not only that, Clyde is going to join me during my last few days there and together we will travel to Delhi to see The Taj Mahal in Agra.

So the lomatiks wan.

Clyde dear, Made in Spain tak jadi so Made in India pun boleh lah eh? India ungle leke naleke.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 

King Théoden

(lifted off from wikipedia)

Théoden was the only son of King Thengel and Morwen of Lossarnach (a region of Gondor). In his prime, Théoden was a strong and vital king. He was powerful, decisive and highly charismatic. As with other Men of the Riddermark, Théoden was a skilled horseman.

Théoden had been king for nearly 30 years, and was showing signs of his age. He was increasingly misled by his chief advisor Gríma (or Wormtongue as most others in the Mark called him), who was secretly in the employ of the corrupt wizard Saruman, and who may even have accelerated his ageing through "subtle poisons" (as implied in Unfinished Tales).


Recently the HBO rerun of LOTR got me thinking...

During the period of Grima’s ‘possession’, King Theoden forgot where his loyalties lay. So blind and deaf was he that he banished Eomer from his land and dismissed Eowyn’s advice against the fork-tongued Wormtongue. One may say King Theoden was an innocent victim, helpless against the mighty powers of Saruman but I say he was just a weak-willed and spineless wuss. In fact, he was lucky they stuck around at all for I would have let him rot on his miserable mouldy throne with his entourage of slaves. I believe nobody is entirely blameless for there are none so blind than those who refuse to see.

What say you?

Monday, September 03, 2007 

Inspired

Bonnie is a very observant person, especially when she's nothing to do.

Church is a good place for to expand her horizon in terms of understanding human behaviour.

This's what i saw looking to the direction of her pointing finger, the reason she kept laughing.
I wonder how the pastor felt.



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