So we finally took off from KLIA last Sunday, for our 8 day trip to London and Paris. There were four of us – me and WY, along with my good pals Pat and MY. Our flight was from KLIA at about 10am, and we landed in Heathrow at past 4 in the afternoon. What do you do during a 12-hour non-stop flight? Well, I slept a little (unsuccessfully) so I watched a lot movies (4 movies) and TV shows (2 episodes of The Simpsons). The weather was good when we reached the UK, and we finally got a clear glimpse of the British Isles. Our hosts were MY’s uncle…

After months of waiting and planning, I’m off for my holiday! See you all back here in sometime mid-next week. 🙂

Tomorrow’s my last day at this place. No, I’m not changing jobs (yet), I’m just moving office. You can see I’m in the midst of packing my stuff (boxes everywhere), its unbelievable how much stuff you can accumulate in just 2 years plus. The white safety helmet behind my seat there, its followed me since my first job. And that’s my morning cup of coffee, made by my excellent tealady. Thank goodness she’s moving with us! Man, I’m gonna miss this place.

There was this Northern Indian restaurant near my old office called Vedas Curry House, it served the best thosai with chutney I’ve tasted. Well, granted, I haven’t tried many places (my fixation with thosai is a pretty recent thing), but it was still the best. It all started with finding a healthier alternative to roti canai, and I learnt that thosai did the job well. The problem with most of the mamak eateries is that they make it too crispy or their mixture is too bland. Either way, it usually tastes horrible. I can understand the formula to good thosai not something anyone can concoct. But anyway. I need to…

Does anyone remember this show? That old British politically-incorrect comedy about a bunch of international students taking English classes in a night school. We were all young then, loved the slapstick humour, didn’t really see the mildly offensive national stereotypes that people get so worked up over these days. There were the bickering Pakistani and Indian guys (Ali Nadim and Ranjit Singh) the girl-crazy Italian and Greek (Giovanni and Max), and many others. A quick look at youtube and you can see lots of the episodes resurrected there. Then there was Ms. Courtney, the strict headmistress who never seemed to like anybody. But the star of the show was of…

I usually don’t watch much TV much less on weekends (when I’ve got to compete for the remote), but it seems to me that TV, especially on the drama shows on the Astro English channels, seem to be getting more and more generic. Some random thoughts. *** There’s a new NCIS series called NCIS:LA. How is NCIS different from CSI? Or Law & Order: SVU? And what is with all these acronyms? There’s also a new Law and Order spin off in the US now called Law & Order: Los Angeles, or LOLA for short. What does the show do when ratings are poor? Run, LOLA, RUN! *** Speaking of…

One of the 3 famous ladies of the Louvre in Paris, the Winged Victory of Samothrace pictures the Nike, the Greek Goddess of victory descending the heavens and landing on a prow of a ship. One of the wings is a replica of the other, made from plaster as it had been broken off. Perhaps with the original arms and head attached, we can see the sculpture in its in its full glory, but alas, they are lost. But without it, it lends an air of mystery to it. Carved in white marble, it is one of the most famous sculptures in the world. Looking at it, it reminds me…

If you guys are around for another 50 years, you’ll get to see Halley’s Comet. I was around for the comet’s last visit, but I can’t really say if I ‘saw’ it or not. It’s not something that comes light a flash in the night, it’s more like a star in the night that can be seen over a period of about 2 weeks. All I remember back then was everyone was all excited about the comet, large crowds gathered at the beach and everybody will be pointing to the stars in the night sky saying, “no, no its that one!”, “No lah, I’m sure its THAT one!” I was…

Speaking of tigers, I remember reading a few lines of a poem about them when i was small. A little googling got me the poem easily, its actually The Tiger by William Blake. You can read the full poem here. Tiger Tiger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Okay, for those not into poetry you might enjoy this – Eye of the Tiger!!! 🙂 ROCKY!!! Content on this page requires a newer version of Adobe Flash Player.

Tigers get a bad rep these days. At the mention, some people conjure up images of the Tamil Tigers in their mind, or worse still, our national football team (nothing wrong with that, just their performance) or something with a negative connotation when you mention “tiger-show” especially in Ipoh. But make no mistake. The tiger is a magnificent animal, one of the true apex predators of the Malaysian jungle. Since tigers don’t live in same climate as their big cat cousins (the lion, jaguar and leopard), it is safe to say the tiger stands alone as a symbol of courage and strength. It is no coincidence the tiger is our…