What a week:)

It's Sunday, and habit dictates I update my blog. The week has been eventful. Here are some of the things I've learnt.

1.Statistics as a subject isn't for the fainhearted. And if anyone can tell me what an "odds ratio " is, I would wash their car for a whole week.

2.Feeling tired and groggy plus hitting the snooze button every morning is a sign of being sleep-deprived. ( read this today whilst having the hair washed ) Sure beats labelling self as getting older.

3.Sleeping in on Sundays and going for the 10:30am instead of the 8:00am mass makes me less crabby. ( Being less sleep-deprived I presume )

4. I like eating Kentucky friend chicken. ( who would have thought?)

5. I am willing to risk being teased to death over owning a gadget called "dopod".

6.That cute little dog in Frasier died on the 22nd of June:(

7. Grey's anatomy is fun to watch.

8. I can't decide which I like better "House" or "G Anatomy".

9. If you pre-make your cheese sandwich the night before work, you cut a good 10 minutes off the total "getting ready for work " time.

10. Friends have the ability to cheer you up no end. Gossping is healthy and shucks to anyone out there who disagrees. 

Avillion Port Dickson

I like this shot. The "kelambu" makes it cosy with a hint of romance. What do you think? The reluctant model in the picture is an old friend with a sporting sense of fun.

Good hello

Good feng shui. Do you believe in it? Lilian Too has made a whole career out of telling people how to arrange their furniture at home. And she gets paid for it. Some of which ( the ones I agree with ) are common sense whilst others are bordering on the extreme. Someone once told me, Lilian and husband can't eat from the same rice pot;neither can they enter their house via the same main entrance. ( They have a door each )

Businessmen rely on feng shui masters telling them where to put their desks and where the secretary should be stashed blah blah blah.Avillion has good feng shui.

Avillion Port Dickson

Sometimes I wish for a weekend to unwind. Have you ever looked forward to a trip, and then start doubting its ability to make you unwind...then regret you ever agreed to it...and then finally HAVE A LOVELY TIME. This is what I had this weekend.Post Dickson is a mere 1.5 hours away by car...bar traffic and if you hit the road at the average speed of 100km/hr. The roads of straight. Too straight it almost bores you to sleep. Avillion is apparently the best that they have in Negeri Sembilan. ( And it totally deserves this accolade ) ,

Because the beach is right under your nose, a walk on it is mandatory. Thankfully, I had the foresight to buy slippers ( psssst from BATA )and these saved me from haveing my poor feet attacked by them miniscule ( but eerily evil ) crabs. A swish-swoosh of the waves made me sleep like a baby. More pictures to follow. ( They were here earlier..but a slight slip of the fingers and they got deleted. Damm)

Chocolate mocha...

I like this chocolate mocha cake very much. And please believe me when I say,it taste even better than it looks. If you fancy a taste...take a walk to Concorde Hotel, Jalan Sultan Ismail. And when you've taken that first bite...drop me a line. Thanks. Good things must be shared. 

A prolonged dinner

Thursday night is the day to unwind. For some of us, the weekend starts earlier. For an unexplain reason, the place we chose to have dinner had more humans in it than usual. Kudos to the owner for this but bad news for us hungry people I'm afraid. Its a quiet place with easy parking. ( Bonus points scored threefold ..as I HATE squishing the poor car into some weeny nook and hoping for the best. )

It started off ( as most dinners do ) with a great deal of anticipation. Good food, good company, a dollop of alcohol thrown in. As atmosphere goes, it was good. Dim lights hiding a multitude of crowsfeet and comfy chairs just the right height so I can have my feet touching the ground instead of dangling dangerously the entire evening.

We ordered tapas of various types...pate ...and for the main course..I opted for aglio olio ( creature of habit ). The tapas certainly took its time coming. We saw them arriving at a stately tempo....ie adante like. I eyed the tables around me suspiciously, had our tapas made its way to their table instead? No....afraid not.

As time dragged on, with no sight of the main course let alone those elusive tapas, conversation drew to a halt as we collectively wished the chef gangrenous toes and other dangly bits for making us wait this long. Just as I was about to pooh the spell out loud....fairy foorsteps proved that prayers do get answered sometimes. FOOD...finally. A hungry man is an angry man...or at the least a crabby man. As the warmth of the wine and food enveloped me, I decidedly became more chatty and I suspect so did the rest at the table.

Just as we thought our bad spell had ended, we were once again proven wrong. Coffee and profiterols....it took another hour before we saw them both. I arrived home a little past midnight. A prolonged dinner INDEED.

Explain this please..

Okay, fess up who 's the idiot who concocted this mess and had the audacity to make us PAY for this meal?

I name it angel-hair-goo. What would you call it? 

Tested and selected

Taugeh with salted fish. If done properly, the crunchiness of the taugeh ( chomp chomp chomp) laced with the salty slightly chewy salted fish....teamed with fluffy rice makes for a great meal. Usually, you see the sorriest looking taugeh...drowned in oil...with no sign of the salted fish. Ewwweee. There must be a rule....canteen folks should be forced to eat the stuff they dish out for us. Honest! 

Have you ever...

Have you ever seen such a huge menu? 

The obligatory tea-break

Folks assume us government servants hold fast to our teabreak regardless. There is some truth in that statement. You see us being depicted in cartoons as those lazy buggers who drink tea just before work, then take another break around 10:30am...followed by a prolonged lunch. We start work at half two...( 30 minutes later ) then we have yet another tea break around 4:00pm and sit around until 5pm before we punch our cards. In between the breaks, some of us would be away from the desk....because of course we don't all have tea breaks at exactly the same time.

In defence ....we're all not lazy sods in the civil service. Some of us actually work:) 

Bold and Beautiful

BB is nice. Here's a run down of who's who. ( As I remember )
Stephanie is married to Eric forrestor. ( The forrestors are this mega rich family...designing couture clothes )They were divorced for a while. During which time..Eric was married?? or had a relationship with Brooke.Brooke is his ex-daughter-in-law....whom which he had a son Rick. Rick's all grown up....Brooke eventually remarried Ridge ( Eric's son with stephanie...we later find..this isn't true.) Ridge is stephanie's son with Massimo.

Now do you understand the addiction????

Nine impossible things before breakfast?

I have difficulty getting up in the mornings. The snooze feature means I get to hit it as many times as I want before peeling my eyes open. Which also means by the time I crawl out of bed, I'm left with roughly ten minutes to shower..decide on what to wear...microwave a mug of coffee...and make myself a sandwich, stuff the sandwich into mouth...gulp the coffee in stages.....timing it so as not to scald the tongue.....and then there's the drive to work....the hurried walk from carpark to main building. It's busy most mornings...and that's before 8am. Dang!!