Friday, July 21, 2006

the day effy bought her fan

yesterday . too hot . reached home at 7 . stormed out of house . walked down the street . all shops closed . walked on and on . found a pound shop . walked in and demanded a fan . sold out (FANS SOLD OUT?) . walked on . found another shop still open (closing soon actually) . walked in and demanded a fan . only had a huge standing one . bought it without hesitation . walked home . people stared . got home . took half hour to screw the stupid bottom bit on . but finally . it all paid off

effy slept like a baby

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Wednesday 19 July

Heatwave conditions will continue to affect many parts of England and Wales today, with temperatures peaking on Wednesday.

Gees, it's 34 degrees today. And everyone here is just absolutely elated and baking in the sun at lunch, lying around on the grass in the park.

So in London do as the Londoners (though most are not) do, I had to join them. Together with my daily walks to and from work, I am now once again a bronze goddess. It's like being back to Thailand days. I wear my spags to work everyday now and leave my suit in the office just so I don't get the ugly tannlines.

I spend at least like 2 hours baked in the sun every single day. I just bought sunscreen yesterday. Freaking expensive by the way, but I had to save my skin from being old and wrinkled. And in anticipation of my bronze color, I colored my hair brown. DIY. I actually did it by myself in front of the mirror 2 days ago.

The worst part of this heat? I have NO air conditioning to run home to. Not even a fan. You know how miserable I am at night? And when I open my windows wide open to let the breeze in (the night breeze is bearable, the change in temp is a bit more drastic than in Singapore), stupid little mossies come bite me.

I am so tempted to sleep nude. Seriously. Okay maybe in my little undies.

Monday, July 17, 2006

I don't know. I don't think I can do it.

I just cannot know. I don't really want to know.


I really don't want to know.

it screams and no one can hear it but you. it screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. it thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea; it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. that's what it looks like and that's what it sounds like, a thrashing, panicking, trapped great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. but that's the thing about love - no one is untouchable. it's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it actually breaks, it's silent. you're just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.

You have no idea. No fucking idea.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

I changed my mind. I think cooking is pretty fun.

I made green curry yesterday night for my team lunch today. It isn't even that difficult, just the deboning of chicken and cutting them into small pieces that took a while.

And everyone thought it was great. Lots of envy eyes.

I decided I shall attempt to cook something from scratch at least once a week.

I'm sick and tired of sandwiches.

Afterall, I am not an ang moh.

Monday, July 10, 2006

The Finals

It was good fun to watch the match in 'neutral' ground where there were both Italian and French fans. The atmosphere is really crazy - people were just chanting and singing their national anthem. And when zeezoo did the headbutt, the French cheered like mad, and the Italians cheered like mad at the same for the red card. So everyone was cheering at the headbutting.

It was so silly.

But it's fun to be with my colleagues and we were like 3 crazy chickens jumping up and down on the sofa (cos everyone was standing up and I couldn't see so I stood on the chair) during the penalties. People were just kissing each other - random people. But I didn't (un)fortunately because I was standing so high up.

And everyone went crazier after the match. People were dancing in the buses, people stood up in their cars and flew their flags, people honked and honked, people danced in the streets. I regretted not heading down to Little Italy - I would have been able to take some really crazy photos. But there were quite a few in the London papers today.

And there was a murder at the tube on Friday. Some 20 year old guy just pushed this 50something year old man down the track when the train was approaching. I don't even know if he knew the guy or not. Investigations are still undergoing - but it just sends chills down my spine at how easier you can die and how absolutely awful the way of dying.

Friday, July 07, 2006

london bombing

There was a 2 minute moment of silence in the office today at 12 noon. I saw people putting flowers at the tube station, people tearing, remembering their losses.

I was quite surprised no one emailed me anything about being extra careful. Guess everyone forgot the 7/7 issue.

But yeah I'm not really freaked out. I'm sure London is on high alert. It should be quite safe.
In any case, there is nothing I can do about it. I had to take the same bus I do everyday to work, go for my drinks as I do on every Friday but tonight, I think I will be going home early and watch 10 things I hate about you on tv at 11pm.

I am absolutely exhausted from going out every single night. Even my flatmate asked what time I come home everyday. I am tired of tip toeing home every night and fall asleep with my work clothes one and waking up at 3am to wash up.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

im starting to develop

something that is somewhat like a brit accent on the phone.

only because any other way they don't seem to be able to understand me.

but i promise if you call, i wouldn't speak like that.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Send me a free SMS! It can be boliao things like you miss me. But rem to write your name cos it wouldn't show!

My no. is +447876110976.

depending on circumstances

This may be my last post for a while. I found out that my new flat has internet, just that it's between this 2 girls sharing and it's not wireless. So I will suggest to her if I get the wireless router, maybe we can share the internet. In that case, I might still be able to come online.

If not, then let's hope my company did not block out blogger. If they do, then you just have to email me.

P.S. I'm so pissed Brazil lost.

Anyways, I wore my England jersey out today and went to watch at not one, but two English pubs. Cos I wanted to see how different it might be. Turned out it's all the same - Brits screaming cmon England and clapping and cheering and cursing and swearing. But it was good fun really, except when they lost.

I brought my cammie out but in all excitement I forgot to take it out to take pictures of the scene. Besides I was more interested in the post win celebration to take pictures but there was none. So shrugs.

Today, I suffered such a double whammy. Both teams I like lost. Luckily there was a great (free!) dinner I enjoyed.

Now I am all for Italy. But I have this feeling Germany will go through.