Sunday, June 28, 2009

Cheers!

I'm typing this while half sitting & half lying down in bed with Oli. He too is on his laptop. I feel as if we're an old couple with a nonexistent sex life, married to our work instead. LoL!

London has been kind to me. I'm having a lovely time here. Tonight, I got the biggest birthday surprise from my friends! :)

I was craving for paella & sangria, so Istee made a reservation at a Spanish restaurant. It was a small party - just the dad, Oli, Istee, Yvonne & I - but I couldn't have asked for better company.

Daddy flew all the way from KL to London to celebrate my b'day with me! :)


Here's how the decision was made:~
A few weeks ago, I told him I didn't know what to do for my 21st birthday. So he texted me:
"Sam its up 2 u where u wan 2 celebrate..but dad wud luv very much 2 celebrate wit u..since its ur 21st B'day. Wud u consider comin back 2 KL.."
So sweet right!
I told him,
"But i just checked the flights & coming back to KL is more than double the $ to go to UK. Plus, if i go home i might as well stay a month but i have work. (Then I main manja a bit) Why don't u come here instead! For Fathers Day and my bday. 2 in 1 ;-)"
And he said ok!

So far Oli and Istee have played the part of courteous host and hostess; they've showed me around London and we've done much catching up. But when they go back to work on Monday, I'll be spending most of my time with the dad. I consider this vacation to be an especially special holiday for the both of us, seeing as we have several things to celebrate: a belated Father's Day, my 21st bday, and a father-daughter bonding trip.


Yvonne Tee - my bestie in Form 1. She recognized my voice on the phone immediately, and turned up despite the very last minute notice. Meeting her again made me remember how impossible it is for anyone to not possibly love her. Every time we are reunited, she never fails to recap the story of the first time I cracked her up; I'd said something about our school's scorching hot concrete floor and how one could fry an egg on it. I don't even think it was that funny, but she loved it and I love her for being so easily amused and so absolutely endearing :)


I love everyone in the 12+1, but there are particular few with whom I can really be myself. I go waaay back with Istee & Oli.

I liked Istee the moment I met her. Unfortunately, she was snooty at first. LOL. She thought I was too noisy to be her friend! Then we sat together in Form 2, and we laughed together (or she laughed at me... By forcing me to do impersonations of Arun Chockalingam laughing), fought with one another (she confiscated my liquid paper when she was on prefect duty, but she would borrow it in class. Hypocrite!), shared the same crushes (unknowingly and with disasterous effects... But obviously nothing unreparable. We're way better than that!).

Oli was my best friend for a good period of time around Form 2-3. The both of us were class monitor & assistant class monitor, but we weren't the most exemplary of students. I remember getting us both snapped at by Madam Maha because I kept distracting him and making him giggle. We once made up the awesomest 'Nips chocolate' song to pass the time on a bus trip to Pangkor Island. I'll never forget the time he gave me the cold shoulder for a whole week. This came out of the blue, and I was very upset and confused as I had no idea what I'd done wrong. All our teachers noticed, and they even called me to their desks to kindly ask, "Apa jadi dengan you dan Oliver?" The fact that I didn't even know the answer to this made it worse. All my perplexed feelings came burbling out in the middle of lab period. Oli was sitting next to me, still being weird and all. I was highly distraught, but was trying hard to control my facial expression. Then Mr. Gobi asked me a science question and I had to open my mouth. What poured out was literally, "Boo hoo hoo! Waa waa waa!" Poor Mr. Gobi was so shocked by my sudden fountain of tears that he gave the whole class a time-out. He must have thought his questions were too hard for the class. Oli knew that he the source. He comforted me, and was his normal self after that.


Tapas: Morcilla de Burgos ~ Black pudding (Blood sausage) with migas and a fried egg.

Paella with langoustines, monkfish and mussels.


After dinner, daddy went back to his hotel room as he was ready to drop from exhaustion; he'd just touched down at 5am that morning you see. The rest of us wanted to hang out until midnight, except for Istee who returned to her apartment as she too was pretty beat.

We passed by Tesco, and Yvonne wanted to go in to buy a drink. Oli announced rather loudly that he was staying outside.* I said I'd never been to the real British Tesco, not like the ciplak one we have in Malaysia, so I went in as well. Funnily enough, Oli followed suit. Once inside, he suddenly seemed rather keen upon introducing UK snacks to me.

*Now that I think about it, he probably did this so that I would stay outside with him!

Right before the black guard in the background told us that no pictures allowed. Wtf.

The most sexist chocolate advertising I've ever seen! I thought there might be testosterone as one of the ingredients or something.


Yvonne paid for her stuff and we all walked to Waterloo Bridge. It was extremely purtey~

London Eye and Big Ben from afar.


All of a sudden, Oli covered my eyes with his hands. He does this quit often, so I didn't think much of it. Then Yvonne made me hold out my hands and put something in them. She warned me not to drop it or it would fly out at my face. I got kind of freaked out then. I have no idea why, but for some stupid reason, I thought I was holding a bible. It felt like a book!

See lah my friends so cunning.


So Yvonne's 'sudden thirst', our stop at Tesco, and the introduction to the UK snacks had all been a set up! But in a good way :) We had to borrow a lighter from a passerby and then shield the candles from the wrath of the cold wind while lighting the wicks. My dear friends sang 'Happy Birthday' to me on top of the Waterloo Bridge overlooking the London lights. I almost forgot to make a Wish, but Yvonne squealed a reminder. So i did and then i blew out those little flickering flames and let my Wish be carried out on the night breeze. I was so so happy ^___^


Eating toffee cake on Waterloo bridge.

London Bridge. Still stable.

Continuing our cake-pig-out back at the apartment.


Oli just said something unintelligible in his sleep. I looked out the window, and it's dawn already! Selfridges opens at noon. Darn, I'd better get some rest to shop tomorrow! Sales start today :)





Thursday, June 25, 2009

Eternal retirement

So I arrive at London, open my laptop in Istee's apartment, hook up to the wireless and 1st headlines I see.....


MICHAEL JACKSON DEAD.


I was like, "OMG!" and Istee was like, "What???" and I answered, "Michael Jackson's dead!" and she asked, "Are you pulling my leg???" and we both huddled over my laptop and watched the news on BBC.com. I never got the chance to watch his raw energy live on stage :-o Despite what people said, I never really believed he was a molester. I hope that he's remembered positively for his pure talent rather than negative scandal.


R.I.P. M.J.


I love Billy Jean.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

London Calls



It's Time.



Monday, June 22, 2009

Oh, Henney!

*NOTE: This blog post = Girl porno ;)


Offspring of the god of good looks..... Separated at birth???

The two Korean-American guys have often been mistaken as the same person. I admit, I myself have mixed up the two hotties on occasion. But after a long session of scrutinizing (and much drooling) over my keyboard last night, I can finally pick them apart. Research has never been so fun!

While Dennis Oh has more boyish charm, Daniel Henney has a more smoldering look. I can't decide whom I prefer! What about you?

Comparisons of the boys~>

Wearing sunnies:

Henney

Oh

Sama kan?


In Casual attire:

Oh

Henny


In Suits:

Henney

Oh


Hot Nerd alert!

Henney

Oh


Bad ass

Oh

Henny
as Agent Zero in X-Men Origins



Body preview ;p

Henney

OH OH OH ! ! ! ! !

Ironically, the first person to point out Dennis Oh to me was a guy I used to date. This good looking ex of mine had ridiculously low self esteem, and I suspect that he compared himself to certain celebrities. While chatting online, G forwarded a picture of Dennis Oh to me and asked me if I thought Oh was good looking. I told him that Oh was a little too pretty for my taste. Maybe cause I was just too smitten with G at the time.


Smile :)
One of the most important factors in my books.

Oh

Henney


Random:

Sigh... So esthetically pleasing to the eye. I'm sure this is good for my eyesight *_* Or perhaps quite the contrary, seeing as I strain my eyes to take in every inch.


FML! He looks like the guy I was dating.



Dennis Joseph O'neil
(Professionally known as Dennis Oh in South-Korea)
Birthday: 29th of August, 1981 (28 this year)
Height: 188cm (6'2)
Weight: 83kg
Star sign: Virgo
Education: Savannah College of Art and Design
Occupation: Model, actor
Hobbies: Drawing, photography, traveling
Family: Korean mother, American GI father, older brother (I wonder if his brother is half as good looking as he is).


Daniel Phillip Henney
Birthday: 28th of November, 1979 (30 this year)
Height: 188cm; about 6'2
Weight: 72kg
Star sign: Sagittarius
Education: Carson City-Crystal High School. Interesting -> He was part of an academic scandal where many sources stated that he had an Economics degree from the University of Illinois, while in actuality he had no college degree. The false statements were to bolster his image.
Occupation: Actor, model
Hobbies: Playing guitar, basketball, traveling, and reading.
Family: American father of British descent, American mother of Korean descent.


Sweet~!

Oh~ Heart melting

Henney = Heart dropping!
Ze passion!
I have to watch this movie!

*Google video rental locations*
The nearest Blockbuster is 1 block and a couple of streets away from my place.
An-nyeong Hi-ga-se-yo!


Saturday, June 20, 2009

An Afternoon of Art

When I have a day off or get to leave work early, I like to wind down with art. Some time ago, I went in search of the Paul Kasmin art gallery, hoping to view some paintings by Mark Ryden. I am veritably fascinated by his work. Strangely creepy yet disturbingly beautiful, his style isn't easily forgettable.



And these are just a few examples of his less frightening stuff. So like I said, I'm hooked on Ryden's art. Too bad his paintings were no longer on exhibition on the day I visited the gallery :( But I did enjoy seeing some strange furniture on display!


I would love to have these chairs on my garden patio.

This statue, not so.

:)

I thought this aureate 'amphibian table' was gorgeous.

Though I'd feel a bit queasy about tucking my feet underneath it.
Did you notice that the table's feet are also modeled after that of a crocodile's?
Coolios!

Would make a gorgeous table center-piece.

That's it for the Paul Kasmin gallery, but it was merely the start of my art gallery sojourns. I kept coming across more and more galleries along the same street, and I can hardly resist free art exhibits!

Later, I realized it wasn't simply pure luck that I kept bumping into art galleries; I was walking around Chelsea, famed for its art community. Doh!


A quaint gallery with a homely feel to it.

Even though I didn't get to see Mark Ryden's cute-creepy works, I did stumble upon something else along that line:-


Literally heart in hand.

I thought this was kind of funny! Word of advice to prospective art purchasers: Don't be snooty to the artists or gallery owners, & your wallet may suffer less damage :p



Asian women are oftentimes portrayed as exotic and sensual beings. I'm somewhat flattered... However, if I date a 'guai lou' or someone of a different race, I hope he will want me for who I am instead of what I am.



Simple sketches of animal body parts added to the faces of babes produce fresh and eye-catching creations.

A sailor and his cat.
Isn't the backdrop kind of ironic seeing as cats detest water? Heheh...


I wonder if this was designed by the same artist who did the famous 'Love Statue' on 6th Ave & 55th St.


Ponderings........
Is it wrong to rate art according to how hard it was to create / how much time and effort was required of its process?

For instance,

with regard to this work of art...
Egyptian art is impressive in itself, but the fact that it was applied to something so accessible such as cardboard rather than clay, wood or stone further intrigued me. On top of that, the face of the mummy clearly belongs to someone the artist is familiar with. Perhaps it is the artist herself? We can draw a thousand conclusions from this one exhibit.

Now, take another good look at the magnificent cardboard construction and then contrast it with...

...this.
If there is any prominence to this photograph, it is lost on me.
2 cats in a junkyard? I could take that pic. In fact, I've taken better pictures.


What constitutes as art and who gets to decide upon this???
Like the fish statue at the beginning of this post. Would you really spend a lump sum of cash to have something like that in your house? But then again, I kind of liked the cabbage with chicken feet; it reminded me of the Slavic folklore about Baba Yaga, which was a gentle prode into the memory of one of my favorite childhood stories. That's what art is all about, isn't it? It speaks to you. Not all the time, of course. That's why everyone has their favorite artists. Art is individualized. You hang up a painting or display a sculpture in your home if it's nice to look at, but also makes you feel good.


In a Zen state of body & mind...
However, she doth not breathe.

I was walking about Soho when I saw this steel replication of 'Construction Workers Lunching on a Crossbeam,' except it was on top of a van!

Here's the original iconic photograph, taken by Charles C. Ebbets on the RCA Building at Rockefeller Center in 1932.


Have I ever mentioned that I love art spoofs?
Here's one which made me :)