Wednesday, November 29, 2006

The Sam Soon in me...

As I walked down my flat with two bagful of clothes to the laundrette, and depressed with those thoughts about my flat, and how helpless I am because I am in a foreign country with not many friends, I saw the door latch of the entrance to our block unlocked. Angry me decided to confront woman who just came in to tell her off-almost Kim Sam Soon style (the fattiness, and the awkward bags!). I cant believe I really did it!

Everytime I come home at this time of the day, the door is unlocked! Could she please remember to close it properly? She just need to give it a push, and it would lock. Otherwise, everyone could just come in. This building is occupied mostly by women and young children. We just need to so something that is very simple, and everyone would be much safer! A woman is just robbed and murdered 50 metres away from us! We got to spare a thought for everyone's safety!

She apologised, and told me that she saw me coming down, and therefore did not latch it. She was very happy that there is another person watching out for the door. Her flat was burglared last month, and that is why she wrote the notice and stick to the door to remind people to close it! And if the insurance company found that the main door of the block of flat is unlocked, she would not even get any compensation. All our home protection insurance would be void because of this. However, some idiots still dont give a damn!! We ended up having a very friendly chat, and made a pact to really catch all those idiots who dont lock the door to lock it! We are going to watch out for them, and remind them that it is important to give the door that gentle push!

Yeah, we talked about the poor woman who was killed. She knew her. Apparently everyone in this area knows her. She is a very nice, kind lady, the owner of a popular takeaway business.

When I walked past the murdered woman's house to the laundrette, my heart sank. This row of houses look so peaceful, facing busy road. I was very happy when I saw there were 2 other women, and a BIG DOG at the laundrette. I felt safe.

The women were friendly. One of them work for the laundrette. She would close the shop, and she comes in at 6 everyday. Seeing no other worker or owner, I asked her if there is someone else at all in the laundrette. Apparently not. At other times, it is empty!!

Gosh, I said. Then I am glad you are here, and your lovely dog. A woman was just murdered nearby. Scary.

Ohhhhh. they started talking. We all know her. Lovely lady. Apparently, she had been watched, followed from the bus-stop perhaps. That is why these days it feels very uncomfortable whenever a dodgy man walk past. They told me how uncomfortable they were when another man was there.

A man came off a car, and walked pass.... Jasper the dog was all ears. We, the three women in the laundrette, were all eyes. Eying the man approaching carefully, and let off a quiet sigh when he walked next door.

Thank goodness for Jasper's presence. We all felt safer. I just got to pat Jasper. He is really adorable.

More talk on the murder. They reassured me that it is the FIRST murder here. This is a lovely friendly peaceful place. The fact that the 4 suspects were bailed and roaming freely in the community again, makes everyone very uncomfortable. Human rights gone mad.

When a few guys walked pass, the woman locked the door. We all laughed. More conversation about the senseless beatings, these youth gangs.

Robberies take away more than our property. The take away the sense of trust in the community.

TMD breakthrough....the mould effect

I had a TMD breakthrough.

I wrote(or rather typed) "TMD", in a moment of fury, depression and exasperation with my mould problems. But Blogger decided to eat up that post! TMD ! Why is the whole world suddenly turning against me!

Tomorrow we are seeing the solicitor. Yes, the solicitor. No joke. I am glad we made the appointment anyway, despite landlord sounding more amiable last night. One hour ago, he called to report sick and will not be able to look into the problem till he gets well. Dragging his feet?

I would not want to malign a good person, but I have had enough.
My damage so far??

  1. Whole wardrobe of clothes (That is a lot of £££££)! 2 belts and some pieces thrown away. Others sent for dry clean/HOT water laundry cum tumble dry.
  2. My clothes shrunk
  3. I smell like a walking tea tree
  4. I have to take leave from work
  5. I have itchy watery eyes, itchy skin, itchy nose, and I cough in the mornings. I sneeze a lot, an would be an embarassment in front of clients!
  6. My coats/jackets got mould stains-which is doing fantastic effects to my image and my health
  7. I have a cooking phobia-On Mon night I cooked a pot of rice (with all ingredients thrown in to minimise amount of "cooking")---> Tuesday morning wake up to one big patch (more than 2 metres!) of fury mould on the ceiling of the kitchen where the steam might have hit.
  8. My house is living hell. I am most comfortable away from home. I wasted my time in the mall sitting at the chairs together with old folks who had no where else to go in the afternoon, trying to avoid going home.
  9. I fear for the rest of my properties! Our laptops, our books!
  10. We got no place to even hang our clothes and towels in the bathroom while we are bathing, because the towel hanger has mould!
Worst still, we cannot even buy new things to replace the damaged ones, because they will grow mould as well.

Therefore, I suffer with indignant no-action while seeing people happily doing their christmas shopping and buying loads of stuff which were on offer at TK Maxx and the officer's club. I dont even dare to buy more edible stuff like flour, or rice to keep at home. I live on canned food, and bresh baguette. Eating non-fresh bread is inviting fungal poisoning-slow death due to liver cancer. If I die of liver or lung cancer, can I sue the landlord? ALfatoxin IS an established carcinogen, and a super potent one. Enough to get people like LYC to swear off her favourite peanuts. Other mould toxins are coming out with more and more proof of toxicity. Why am I putting up with this.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Murder... on my street, mould on my fav jacket

I have lots of stuff going on these few days, but I am just too tired to put everything down. The nice trip to the Cotswolds etc etc etc.

But the weekend away was just a temporary respite. Once we got back we got a warm and mouldy welcome. Cough cough cough, sneeze sneeze sneeze. Itchy eyes, itchy nose, and even itchy skin i think. It is a tiring, and perhaps losing battle against the mould. After all those super kiasu super concentrated sodium bicarbonate and bleach, new discolorations reappeared. On Monday morning, when we opened our cupboard-we are greeted with moldy belts and it even attacked my hubby's down jacket! So we threw away the belts, and rushed his down jacket to the dry cleaner. On the way there, I saw the sign-those big yellow boards that they put on roadsides to appeal for witnesses---
"MURDER".

Murder on my street????


I was shocked, but too preoccupied with coughing to think about it.

When I reach my office, everyone asked me how was my weekend, and I said, great, lovely, sunny weather etc etc. But I obviously did not look convincing at all- with all that red eyes and wet nose. I looked more like a battered wife i guess.

After apologising to everyone for my terrible and tunderous sneezing, I try to settle at my seat. Horror!!!! White patches on my Zara jacket!!!! Can you believe it???

I was so worried that the mould problem would get worse while we are away, and decided to leave my fav jacket in office, thinking that it would be a safer place, but the jacket was not spared!!! Now the jacket is sitting in my kitchen, marinated with tea tree oil. My whole flat is being marinated with tea tree oil, which I rushed to buy right after work. I finished 10 ml of tea tree oil in a night. I am going to smell like a bleeding tea tree, and my pimples will all retreat.

I left work at 7 pm plus last night, not keen to come back to a moldy house, and sneeze sneeze sneeze. I had to take a longer route as the short cut is closed, and thoughts of the murder reappeared in my head. I wondered how and why it happened .Was someone knifed on the street? Was it robbery? Did I see anything? It was right outside my window, damn! I imagine myself at the witness stand. Did I see, hear anything over the past month or so? No. did not notice any thing except that the police had closed off the road on a saturday, and there was a night with bright flashing siren lights that I thought was ambulance and hubby thought were police cars with road blocks. Of course, the thought that hubby uses that bus-stop metres away from the murder sign was unsettling. The fact that I was walking home in a very dark night, almost past a murder spot was totally depressing. Murder and mould ............. what have I got myself into? Damned flat!

Yesterday night was spent cleaning and cleaning as soon as I reached home. I repeated the same thing again.

Murder and mould probably clouded my thoughts so much that I forgot to mention that I got a great bargain of a bagful of books for £1! Uxbridge is still lovely, despite the murder and mould I am facing.

My ma and my pa should not know that murder was less than 50 m from where her daughter lives and walk pass every day, and that her darling son in law has to wait for a bus so nearby. Ma will really panic. My London is just getting more and more exciting. The old flat was on a street where a woman was dragged to a side street and sexually assaulted. Hubby was robbed and assaulted on his way back. And now this.. murder on my street. As careful as we do in going for peaceful areas, these things still happen around us. Sigh........

Oh, did I mention that I just Googled for the news of the murder? The victim was a Chinese woman, owner of a local takeaway. She must have suffered kicking and stamping for more than 15 minutes... brutally murdered. Four youths have been arrested, but RELEASED on bail!!! Now I remember I saw a gang of 4 youths yesterday on my way back, while wondering about the murder. I really got to be extra careful.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Bath and Cotswolds, here I come!!!

We got the car this morning :) Brand new Vauxhall Corsa. That is really a very good deal for £30+, for 3 days' rental.

... and the latest weather prediction says that it is going to be sunny for Bath tomorrow, and sunny for Cotswolds areas on Sunday. Perfect!

We are setting off early tomorrow, drive pass Stonehenge, and the pick up K from Bristol before going to Bath. Then we will go to some nice place where K recommended for leave viewing, before going back to Bristol for dinner and zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.. Everyone is telling me Bristol is lovely at night. I will see!

We still have not fixed the route on Sunday, but hubby is thinking of doing the "Romantic Route".

Did not do my shopping tdday, saving all energy for tomorrow!

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Royal Holloway and Harry Porter land!

We went out for a meeting, and it went quite well.

Boss was damn happy with me.

So, my treat? She took a detour and showed me Egham (you are not supposed to pronounced the H-she had a laughing fit when i mentioned egg-ham!) , Royal Holloway (BEAUTIFUL!!!), Runny mead, Victoria lake, and also the fields and places where Harry Porter was filmed.

Like what LYC said, ENGLAND IS JUST SO DAMN PRETTY!!!

Even when the leaves are half fallen, and there were uneven patches of leaves on the trees. Imagine 2 weeks ago! The the full glory of Autumn. Imagine it in spring! Imagine!

I did not know that Royal Holloway was a ladies college.

It was supposed to be called Holloway college, built by Holloway (who else!) for his wife. However, Queen Vic had a slip of tongue when she opened the college, and it became ROYAL.

If I meet the Queen, would she have a slip of the tongue and introduce me as Royal......

I dont mind !

This weekend, we are off to Coltswold, Bath and Bristol!!! :)

and I found out the equivalent of Ahmad here is James. When we took M's Renault convertible (yeah, a car fit for that millionaire's son!), my boss said, "hey tell James here where to go"!

Well, that car was cool....

Never ever call your son JAMES!

The shopping queen

I am so proud of myself.

After many hours of roaming at primark, I walked off with
1) £1 coin purse
2) £5 grey pants-nice grey of the season.

I managed to take many things off the list because
-poor quality
-uncomfortable to wear.. because blah blah blah...
-How many times will I wear this??
-I cant take a photo in this, because I will think it is ugly 10 years later
-another piece of BLACK? No. Enough
-nothing in my wardrobe goes with this.

:) so proud of myself... and then I went into boots, and spent about 2.5 times more money.
-vitamins at 1/2 price
-buy 1 free 1 colgate
-buy 1 free 1 party feet from scholl!! These are life saviours. I would not have lasted my last business trip without them!
I was almost going to buy the N17 cosmetics, because if you buy more than £5, you get a really nice gift pack worth £10! hehehehe...


FUrther homework.. check out the price of lancome products. See whether it is worth it to get the freebies from selfridges. :)

Ahhhh retail therapy, after such a stressful day at work, and that damn mold....

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Mold city!!!

Mold ie fungi.. is just like mushrooms (their cousins). Have you heard something like of "like mushroom after rain"?

Overnight, we discovered so many patches of mold in our room-black toxic mold!
Maybe that is why my nose has been feeling really stuffy and I asked hubby to vacuum the house.

I did not notice anything when I went out this morning, but when I came back... I noticed so many patches!!! Did they appear while I was shopping?? Damn!!


I suspected some potential problems when the landlord came last time, he was looking at ceilings checking corners.

Everything ok? Any problems with the ceilings and walls? These are newly done.

Ohh thanks. They are ok.

That is good!

Hmmm... if you are renting, and you got this conversation with your landlord, you better beware.

You could be moving into MOULD CITY!!!-Nah, the picture is not art, it is mould.

At the rate the mould appears in our room, we will become like this by the time we come back from our weekend trip. And all our clothings, books (!), will be damaged as well. Darn!!!

We had a fixed term contract with no exit clause, and that is a big big damn. Should not have taken something without break clause. I cant remember why I went through with it. I will have to live here for 6 months.

Even if the mould seems controlled, they will still come back again anytime. They will still be there.. deep in the walls and ceiling waiting to come back and attack.

I am already allergic to many things, if I am allergic to this one, life is going to be really shitty. It ruined my whole damn night. I am supposed to prepare for an important meeting, but all I could do is Googling to see how I could minimise the damage.

I am not going to sleep well tonight.

Not when my brain is running background processing of all the studies which have associated mold with cancer, asthma, allergies, blah blah blah blah. And this is the damn toxic black mold! Gosh. And to think of all the newer studies that are looking at other ways the fungi family is kiling us slowly is more damning! Shit!!!! Damn. Lets hope that the landlord does something about it. I am going to get tea tree oil tomorrow and hope that it would slow the mold growth at least.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

I promised to polish my english

What has Polish got to do with English?

something to do with the war. Polish pilots flying english planes.

Now I got to polish my english.

Ok craps.

Here are some good reasons why:

English Is So Hard To Learn


  • We polish the Polish furniture.
  • The English man hired a Polish babe to Polish his English antiques.
  • He could lead if he would get the lead out.

  • A farm can produce produce.

  • The dump was so full it had to refuse refuse.
  • The refugees refuse to clear the refuse.

  • The soldier decided to desert in the desert.....
  • because he is going for some desserts.
  • The present is a good time to present the present.
  • Valuing the present is better than any presents.
  • At the Army base, a bass was painted on the head of a bass drum.

  • The dove dove into the bushes.
  • The daft dove dove
  • I did not object to the object.
  • The objection about the object was not objective, and objectionable.
  • The insurance for the invalid was invalid.

  • The bandage was wound around the wound.

  • There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
  • The reason for the row was because the last row had to row harder.
  • They were too close to the door to close it.

  • The buck does funny things when the does are present.

  • They sent a sewer down to stitch the tear in the sewer line.

  • To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

  • The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

  • After a number of Novocain injections, my jaw got number.

  • I shed a tear when I saw the tear in my clothes.

  • I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
  • If you subject the subjects to a series of tests, the subjects would fail all the subjects.
  • How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
  • Could women could intimate men in imitation intimate wear??
  • I spent last evening evening out a pile of dirt.
GOt it from my new toy... clipmarks!! The blue ones are my attempt to update the sentences, equivalent to doing homework. I am not a good student, and therefore did not finish the homework.
Cyberspace just come out with more and more things to keep us occupied, and entertained. We should all have 4-day work week.

More Radley bag craze...........

Tomorrow is my day off and i think i will be doing some damage. .... plus hubby got me a new credit card ...... hahahahah. Press four numbers and these would be mine.. hehehehehe What am I waiting for??? Gonna "recce" some pieces for my Friday haul at DP. I love their turtle neck, puffed sleeved knits. Fit me to a T, and my colleagues say I look MUCH slimmer in that! For £15 +20% off.. I want!!!

I saw more Radley bags!!! Really finish eat rice nothing to do, so find ways to spend money.

From shoebypost website:

This is nice, but the damage is horrible: £150!!!!
I think i got to get a christmas job for it!
This one is perfect for traveling! My boss got something like that, and it is really really convenient, and look traveler chic!

This white one is as cute as the black one, but more fresh looking........but I dont think I can keep it clean for more than 1 month. High maintenance.





And needless to say, i love this one too. Another £150!
Sigh........ It is really tempting, because my other bags have shorter handles, and they keep on slipping off my shoulders. Not only is troublesome, it also make the shoulder part of my coat look worn :( . I could hold it there-that is what hands are for! But... I got to walk like 30 minutes each way, and my poor fat fingers would freeze! Winter is the time to have hands free bags so that you could chuck your hands into pockets and keep in warm and toasty...


Sunday, November 19, 2006

handbag dillema day

Another two bags...

The pictures dont do them justice at all. It is much much better looking in real life..

I saw the Jessica city bag from esprit that day, when it was on the window display and fell in love with it...!!

Argh... so cool....

Argh.. so chic

And so many pockets!! The only problem is I dont like the way the handles jut out when I add the shoulder strap...




And this one (the shopper bag) is not so cute as the city bag.. but it keeps you hands free!!!

They both damage your purse.... £49...

And they are polyurethane material :(




I think I got the symptoms already.. finish eat rice, nothing to do.. then find things to do and find ways to throw money. BAD gal!

Radley's handbags!!!

They are obviously out to con dog lovers' money, by including that cute little dog in their bags!!!!

But they stuff is not cheap. This cute little purse is already £13! I am salivating!! And this small shourder bag is also so cute. My sister is going to go crazy if she sees it.







This tote bag is nice tooo.... the doggie!!!



And I think I can definitely bring these to work.... but they cost £100!! A bit too much for a bag, especially a big one, considering how I throw them everywhere, and usually just too happy to drop them on the floor....

Anyway, ..... will grab them if they go on sale post Christmas haha. I need a decent sized bag. My bags are old and dirty.

London's top 10 massage!!

Read the following reviews from a newspapers sometime ago and I thought it sound quite reliable. however, i lost the newspaper clippings!

Now that i finally found it again, I copied the whole London massage reviews here for fear of losing it again!!!

My new resolution in life is to try all these massages once in my life, maybe except those offered my males, and scored less than 8/10.

Some are damn ex...............I got to save for the MLD one...





THE EYERMAN TECHNIQUE

Ken Eyerman is a bit of a legend; he’s been working at Natureworks and Skyros for longer than he’d care to remember, and has been pummelling dancers back into shape for 25 years. I took my first massage course with him (since then, I have been on half a dozen other courses, having become hooked while at university; I love giving massages to friends and family); so including Ken was essential.

He combines deep-tissue work with knowledge of yoga and Feldenkrais Method, a technique to help you retrain your body into a better posture. Eyerman’s work is basically sourcing the problems within the body, trying to rebalance muscles, realign posture and teach clients how to look after themselves better.

In my hour-long session, fully clothed, in a quiet, pleasant therapy room, Ken worked at freeing my stuck neck, ribs and hips, with a variety of stretches and manipulations. Some of it was ouchy, most of it I felt was doing me good.

I came away knowing my body much better – my breathing was shallow, my left hip was weaker than the left, and my spine needed more work to align it – and feeling I’d been to see an expert.

Clients: mainly dancers and actors, but manic office workers, too.

Contact: Ken Eyerman (keneyerman@onetel.net) and at Natureworks, 16 Balderton Street, W1, 020 7629 2927; £65 per hour,

Rating: 9/10


LA STONE

The still deeply trendy therapy of the past 10 years, La Stone puts massage into a new context. Hot and cold stones are used by the therapists either to heat up your muscles or encourage excretion of waste products. It sounds flaky, but this is a clever treatment.

I went to the dark, stone-floored room (lit by lots of ceiling lights like tiny stars) at the Berkeley Health Club and saw Tracey Cross, who has a mere four years’ experience but is very competent and confident. I was asked to lie down on a line of hot stones (covered with towels), which, surprisingly wasn’t uncomfortable. The stones warmed up my back prior to being rubbed. Then I had my limbs worked on with the stones.

It was very slow, very meditative and deeply effective. The music wasn’t great (New Agey), but the whole experience was remarkably satisfying.

“A stone massage stroke is the equivalent of six hand strokes,” said Tracey. “They warm up the muscles, so fewer strokes are needed to achieve the same effect.” At the end ice-cold stones were used on the face and back. I left feeling relaxed and energised.

Clients: well-heeled travellers, spa flies.

Contact: The Berkeley Health Club and Spa, The Berkeley, Wilton Place, SW1, 020 7201 1699; a day pass to the gym area is £65 while treatment costs £90 per 75 minutes.

Rating: 8/10.


LOMI LOMI

This Hawaiian massage claims to heal you in strange and deep ways. “You should feel loved and nurtured in a lomi lomi massage,” said therapist Rosalie Samet. Oh dear. I’m not very good at being loved and nurtured by a total stranger and being totally naked, too. This massage features flowing strokes across the body, but I insisted on leaving my knickers on as I lay on the table in the big therapy room (more down-to-earth clinic than luxury spa).

The Hawaiian music was a bit weird, the oily massage was very quick and fluid, and Rosalie used a lot of forearm contact which felt strong but good. I couldn’t see where the deep-healing came from, or the Hawaiianness of it all, but it was fine as a massage went. Teresa Hale, owner of the Hale Clinic, rates it as her favourite massage.

Clients: self-help junkies, office workers, those odd souls who want a fully nude massage.

Contact: Rosalie Samet on 07974 083 432 and at the Hale Clinic, 7 Park Crescent, W1, 0845 009 4171, £85 per 90 minutes.

Rating: 6/10.


REMEDIAL MASSAGE

Clare Maxwell-Hudson is the queen of massage. She wrote the first popular book on the subject, and has been teaching for 25 years. I went along to see this warm and charismatic guru at her school. I had a back massage in her treatment room, lying on a heated couch, swathed in warm towels, while she worked on various bits of my bod. No music this time.

Clare began a classical back massage; using her own range of blended oils, she used firm sweeping strokes, focusing on the tight spots in my back and kneading out the knotty muscles around the shoulders. “I love trying to make someone feel better,” said Clare. I left feeling soothed and nurtured, knowing I’d been to see a remarkable healing talent. Top class.

Clients: devoted fan base, including high-fliers from showbiz, royalty and politics – Clare as flown abroad to see some stars.

Contact: Clare (she charges from £70 an hour) at the Clare Maxwell-Hudson School of Massage, Lower Ground Floor, 20 Enford Street, W1, 020 7724 7198; she normally refers to her team of therapists.

Rating: 9/10.


MANUAL LYMPH DRAINAGE

This technique helps not just those wanting some relaxation, but also anyone with a serious illness. Manual lymph drainage is a very gentle massage, focusing on improving the flow within the lymphatic system, which can be affected by serious illnesses and surgery; MLD works to restore circulation and thus boost immunity and reduce tissue swelling.

I saw Anne Vadgama at a massage training school, which wasn’t ideal, as the room was large and people could be heard outside (no music either).

However, she put me at my ease and I had a very soothing experience, with work being done to my neck, stomach and face. “It’s also got a great reputation for making you look younger,” said Anne. I left disorientated and spaced out, but perfectly calm.

Clients: people avoiding facelifts (MLD promotes circulation and rejuvenation of tissues) and recovering from them (swelling can be a problem); cancer patients (oedema, the swelling of tissues, is often a side effect of chemotherapy); anyone suffering from oedema in general.

Contact: Anne Vadgama: 020 8650 5677; home visits £65 per hour.

Rating: 8/10.


CHAVUTTI-THAI

Talented body worker Soliman Laurence does this new hybrid therapy combining half an hour of deep stretches (forget your modesty, he has your legs up around your ears) with half an hour of Indian rope massage – the one where they hang from a rope and use their feet on your pressure points. I was sceptical, but I really couldn’t fault it. Soliman stretched the parts I didn’t think he would.

Thai massage is a bit like being yoga’d – the therapist stretches out your limbs and twists you around in some challenging poses. And being soaked in olive oil and trodden on for the Chavutti (foot) element wasn’t so bad either. The first bit is clothed, the second, down to undies. Julian Clary, among others, is a fan. At the end it felt as though I had come out of a strenuous gym work-out. The treatment room was pleasant enough.

Clients: yoga fans; horse-riding fanatics (must be those hip stretches), and stressed Harley Street dentists.

Contact: Soliman Lawrence at The Joshi Clinic, 57 Wimpole Street, W1, 020 7487 5456, www.thejoshiclinic.com; £85 per hour.

Rating: 8/10.



DELANTA (ETHIOPIAN MASSAGE)

Liz McLarnon (from Atomic Kitten) and Jayne Middlemiss are said to be fans. Masseuse Yerous Sissaye-Raya is a natural bodyworkers, Ethiopian style, who has combined her ethnic knowledge with modern Swedish massage. In her cosy salon room in Clerkenwell, I lay down on the couch, ready to be impressed, but oh dear, this was just too hard; I felt as if I was being poked around.

The therapist worked with oil over my back, using deep friction movements, which created far too much heat for me. I said a couple of times she was working too hard but it didn’t make much difference. And the head massage of just poking did nothing for me. Maybe fingers of steel appeal to others.

Clients: lawyers and City types wanting an unforgiving massage – those knots will be ironed out, like it or not ...

Contact: Yerous Sissaye-Raya works from the Anita Cox Salon, 62 Britton Street, EC1, 020 7251 8220; £50 an hour.

Rating: 4/10.


ANAMAI (THAI MASSAGE)

This new therapy is a royal Thai massage using Ytsara-brand oils and herbal pillows, so it’s more spa-like than Zen-like. I went to see Corrinne Jenner, who has devised this therapy, and surprisingly it was pretty good. I had my feet washed, lay unclothed to undies under towels while various bits were massaged firmly and knowledgeably with oils; and had wonderfully comforting hot Thai herbal pillows placed on my spine and stomach to release tension. Nice smells, OK music (oriental); I couldn’t really fault it as a relaxing, regenerating experience.

Clients: Trendy types and anyone exhausted or rundown.

Contact: Corrinne Jenner, who works from Suwaay Beauty Retrat, 4a Thackeray Street, W8, 020 7376 0127, www.suwaay.com; £65 for 90 minutes.

Rating: 7/10.


AROMATHERAPY

This lovely soothing massage with essential oils is a real girly treat. And where to try it but Micheline Arcier Aromatherapy, a venue started by one of the goddesses of aromatherapy who devised her own oils and signature treatments more than 25 years ago.

Essential oils are reputed to affect mood, emotions and some physical complaints; I asked top therapist Elizabeth Leer, to sort out my buzzy head. She used camomile in the overall body massage, which was done down to undies as usual.

There was a sequence of moves, which were special to the Arcier brand – it wasn’t wildly different from other massages, but felt good, including firm, slow strokes across the back; shoulders, legs and arms.

She then put sandalwood oil on my face, and finished with a strawberry facemask and frankincense in my hair. The room was white, clean and quiet. Elizabeth was very competent, very attentive, very good.

Clients: Bridget Joneses, busy young mums, plus ladies who lunch.

Contact: Micheline Arcier Aromatherapy, 7 William Street, SW1, 020 7235 3545; £55 an hour, www.michelinearcier.com.

Rating: 8/10.


ESALEN

Coming from the very kooky Esalen Institute in California, this massage is rare in the UK. Therapist Mariora Goschen describes Esalen as a fusion of deep-tissue massage, Feldenkrais Method (postural rebalancing), Rolfing (deep, painful transformative massage) and the Trager Approach (bodywork using rocking and continuous movement to release tension).

I went along to an attractive room at the Hale Clinic and asked her to fix my weak left hip and tight shoulders. I was told to lie on a table undressed to undies. There was no music, and plenty of chat. First she did a slow, long oil massage, then adjusted the length of my legs by manipulating muscles around my hips, and release shoulder tension with her hands.

“Esalen is about problem-solving the body, while blissing you out,” said Mariora. At the end I felt aware of my breathing patterns, and despite my misgivings, I judged it a first-rate massage. Recommended for people who want insight into their body-tension patterns.

Clients: high-powered creative types.

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Rating: 9/10.

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Saturday, November 18, 2006

Cranberry muffins!

Why muffins?

Muffins are one of the best invention in the kitchen. Because muffin recipes come with the instructions of "do not over mix"."Minimum mixing keeps the muffins light and fluffy"!!!

Gonna make these SPICED CRANBERRY muffins!

225gm plain flour
1tsp ground ginger
2tso baking powder
1/2tsp bicarbonate soda
100g unrefined sugar
2 eggs beaten
100ml vege oil
3tbsp natural yogurt
200gm cranberries, fresh or frozen

temperature=180C, bake for about 35 minutes.
Baking time is a bit long for muffins.

What am I going to do with my new found freedom?

1) I got to go somewhere! yes, definitely. I have not been seeing enough places in the past one year. What a shame. I have not even been to Coltswold!

So, where should I go next weekend?
I am thinking:
Coltswold-including Strafford upon Avon and Warwick castle
Cambridge
Bath

2) I got to polish my English. Yeah. I got to speak better English, and get rid of all my *inglish. My grammar is totally wrong these days. I only realised how bad it is when I started blogging. Years of Microsoft word for writing and *inglish speak have slowly my my grammar. After a while, I stopped thinking about whether I am using English correctly anymore! I think my standard now is much much worse than in Secondary school!!!
Action: Read grammar books/sites!!-- Boring boring boring..


3) I am gonna learn to bake!!

Ok.. I should qualify the sentence.. I am gonna learn to bake all types of muffins!!

Hahah. Why muffins? Because muffin recipes come with the instructions of

"Do not over mix"."minimum mixing keeps the muffins light and fluffy"!!!

Muffins are one of the best invention in the kitchen. There are not many things that reward you for doing less.

And my favorite source of muffin recipes is the TESCO magazine (yes, the FREE one). There is a section of baking meant for kids (little chefs), and I thing it is the most useful section of the whole magazine. I actually look forward to the magazine because of this section.

Drama in death....

Caught up with my mum in the afternoon.

She told me that the woman died a horrible looking death.
She did not dare to look at her, as those who saw said it said it was really horrible. Most notable-Blisters on her mouth!!

Gosh! Ma said everyone (i.e. the rest of those aunties) was saying that is a retribution for her the things which came out of her big mouth.

"Ah.. then you better not say anything anymore, Ma! She is dead already...."

That was my instant reaction. Worried that my mum would come out with some unkind words.

Retribution??? That is one of the scariest concepts about life that the Chinese have. I personally don't like it. I thought that it is a rather cruel way of looking at things or people. Retribution....?? Is there such a thing?

I thought that being choked to death is horrible. Blisters too???

This is so... morbid? So Cliched? A bit like of out of a story from Amy Tan or Catherine Lim?

Aunt #5, who used to contribute short stories to the paper once said; if she would commit to documenting the family life, she would make big money. The story would become a long Hong Kong TV serial, much bigger than the ""Big Family" (can't remember the name) serial that was shown in the late eighties. And no doubt, this particular woman would contribute lots of character to the show. She had made Aunt #5's life hell during her confinement period.

Drama. So drama in her life and death.

I am trying to get this out of my mind. Worried for myself, I guess. Hahaha. My mouth is not totally guilt free. And now my fingers too. They do lash out pages and pages of nonsense and complaints.

Now I better mind what I say, think, type.. blah blah blah...

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Freedom

Today, I taste freedom again.

A new chapter of my life begins.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

She is dead

Well, at least I got the decency to use "she".

I struggled; wondered whether her death deserved an entry.

After a few days of "background" processing it, I thought it should be recorded. Ends a chapter, which was bigger than I had imagined.

For years she had wished us bad endings. She had called us names, insulted us, and took a big chunk of happiness out of my childhood in various ways. I sometimes wished that she would just disappear when I was a kid.

But as I grew older, I saw her importance in my life, and thus she is given this entry.

I am not an ambitious person. I am easy going, and would just want to live happily ever after. Her insults made me worked harder. I used to dread doing worse than her son in school. Even when I was wayyyyyy ahead of him (comparing him and me is an insult to my intelect!!!), they somehow managed to make him sound soooo much smarter, because he got a thing called... whatever, some wriggly thing with a purpose of adding more foul smell into this world. I was just a gal. JUST a gal. So, even when I was happily playing and never bothered to study, I still did my homework (in school, 1/2 hour before classes began!!) to avoid the shame of being called up to the headmaster's office. If she found out, it would make her happy, and my mum sad.

Thanks to imagining the smirk on her face, and and how she would happily visit all the relatives, and relatives' relatives, to ask them if they heard of my failure, I never give up no matter how tough or painful things sometimes were.

Only when in recent years, in my twenties, that I began to get myself out of this trap. What is there to "show" others? Does she worth so much efforts? No!!! I should not be bothered with it anymore. I should just live my life the way I want, do things that make me happy, and not blindly pursue success or achievements that earn ma bragging rights. Is it important to make those mean people in your life unhappy/regret?

No, they don't deserve air time!!

But...

..........she died. Days before I were to announce a big milestone in my life, that will make her ugly eyes swell with jealousy. She died. Sis told me she died. Despite the change in the philosophy of my life, ie, others' opinion doesn't matter, I cant help but feel,

"Oh no, she missed it!".

Perverted thought. Evil. Deep seated hate?? Whatever. You get as much as you give. And she had given me plenty of bad things.

I thought I needed to call mum, she might have things to talk to me. After all, she is ma's biggest enemy, and source of unhappiness for years. But surprisingly (ok, maybe NOT surprisingly) she sounded so happy, and told me she was busy cooking, talk to your papa, can ?????

My ma, is one of the first people who visited her other evil sister in law when she was hospitalized, cooked her lunch, and justified her actions by saying how pitiful she is ..... blah blah blah...and forgave her straightaway! She and my dad could be really unbelievable, at times. At the rate they visited her, you might be mistaken that they were good friends. I thought that she would still cry that this one died, but she did not! Oh my god!

Pa took over the phone. As usual, very happy to talk to me. My dad talked about the moon, the sun, and the weather in UK, the global warming.. etc etc.. before asking me casually, "eh, you know so and so's mum died?".

I said yeah... sis smsed me. My dad let out a sigh...

Cue.. pa is sad. Imagine that!!!!!! Not difficult to imagine, actually.

My pa is probably the kindest man I know. He never wished people bad things, no matter how bad the person is, or treated him. I heard the sadness in his voice, and so I asked him,

"yeah, when? what happened?".

A few days ago. kidney failure. Pneumonia. Gone. less than a week.

Gosh!!! My heart sank. There goes the loudest, biggest mouth I know! Imagine the irony. Pneumonia, breathless, can't mutter much words!

No, not that I feel sad (evil). I just suddenly feel how old my dad is now. And this woman is about 10 years plus younger than my ma and pa. Suddenly my parents seem so old and vulnerable!!!

Pa is sad. Pa is worried for his brother. Can you believe it?? Yeah , I can. I know my dad. Blood is thicker than water. They might become best friends again, and then he would fleece my dad again. If only he is not my dad's brother, I would have called him a bastard and son of a bitch-the "highest level" of vocab I could managed.

Well, a chapter is closed. She died too early. And since she died, i could no longer say how much I hated her. You are not supposed to say bad things about people who have died.

I only have one choice now: forgive and forget.

Closure.

Monday, November 13, 2006

FREE: Leering at bikini clad women

Free show, free show!!!

Hahaha... suddenly think that I should transit and visit DUBAI!!!!

Dubai Swats Pests Ogling Beach Beauties

"Swats pests"???

That is a really demeaning??? way of describing our fellow homosapiens! My brother is going to tell you all about equality and respect for human kind, and you will get a huge dose of his growing sarcasm, and really scathing, no give face entry in his blog.


But I bet to differ. I would support these swats!!!
1) I am a woman
2) I have been on the receiving end of this LEERING aka STARING treatment from these pests.
3) I am no great beauty-->shows that they are just .....
4) I wasn't in a bikini---> so what are they looking at???

If I had a fly swatter (is that the correct term? Cant think. Too dead tired now), I would have swat them with a BIG "plat........". These men are really really annoying, and they show NO respect at all to women. The moment they get a chance they will grab your bums or breasts. Desperate beasts. Don't know what is in them that is different from other men, from other parts of the world. They are the reason i stopped going to new year parties. Ban them!!

Can you imagine that you go to a beach, and it is crowded by groups of men like that?? And if it is in Dubai, you are probably a sun seeker who FLEW all the way from UK or US? And after looking at glossy magazines of sun and sea.. you arrive to see... people are there to LEER at you in your bikini?
"— they flood the beaches every weekend to leer at women, photograph them and occasionally try to grope them in the water."

No, I am not going to Dubai to wear a bikini. I am going there to cheer when a pest is swat-ted!

Sunday, November 12, 2006

MICROSOFT WORD.........just told me

there are too many edits... and the changes will not be done!

Damn. This sounds like a secretary from hell!!!!The difference is I cannot fire him and find a replacement!

New 3G phone for £19.99??

And £10 airtime was included. It is a motorola C375.

Sure, hubby found an extremely good deal to replace his phone. He was soo happy... and I am thinking about boasting about it....but...

but there are two buts...

but #1
But......... it is so heavy that I joke with him that this could be used for defense purposes. Haha. Just throw it at someone and their brains will burst.

but#2

It is refurbished!!!!!!!!!
I think this will kill him. He was wondering what is the catch, read all the fine prints.. but.....the fineprint is in the IMAGE. Managed to find it??? Hmmm. I am not going to tell him. He reads my blog anyway, and will know sooner or later.


I should live in a cottage...

in a faraway land..

Don't you think so??

Yeah, it is not their fault, to blast that stereo like that. Microsoft is more of the villian for my current foul mood. Maybe the have employed people who are too smart, and they think that they are soooooo much starter than us lesser beings that the Word is programmed in such a way that it changes the formatting to what it likes, even when you tell it to do something else. After hours of tweaking and you think you won the battle, it reverts back all the changes you made when you open the document again. Bloody idiots. DOnt they know once it is "saved", it means I want it to be like that? Why are you imposing what you think SHOULD be done on me? I PAID for the software, and therefore, I PAID part of your salary! SO, listen to me, even if my IQ is lower than yours. That is life, you listen to people who pay you, not those who are smarter than you.... isn't that what we all do when we go to work?


Back to ranting about the "MUSIC".........


Who is the guy who invented the bass system for stereos. Let me chip in another 1 penny for the price on his head. No, I am no miser, it is just that I know that there will be many chipping a penny or two to have his head off, that the bounty will come to millions. { I said it is a guy, because if it is a gal, I will save that penny!! If it is a gal, it will be 3 cheers to the progress of womankind}

Will the bloody idiot stop blasting stereo?? There is something called an iPod, and the function is to deafen people like you.

Come on, I am on the top floor!! Do you want me to start skipping rope?
Dumb! Never irritate a woman, especially a fat one.

I do love a cottage... I say one modern cottage in Field's Way for sale... recessed driveway with a garage. At least 20 m away from the street. I am so tempted to take photos, but it is kind of an invasion of privacy........ haiz.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Everyone is talking about..............

Ghosts!!! And stuff which happens in hotels...

Damn. Halloween has just past and it is spooky at that certain stretch of road I have to walk past......Awww. That day, I felt my hair raised, and I quickly wished "her"?? peace.

Talking about ghosts... and thinking about a weekend trip reminded me about my cousin.
He visited UK when he was a toddler and went home with MASSIVE tantrums, and needed high priests!!! For weeks he would take off all his clothes, get a fever, dance and scream at 12am. Freaked everyone out. I forgot to ask my uncle which hotel he stayed in!! I only remember that it was a very highly recommended charming B&B. Still remember the photos.

That makes me think twice about B&B, charming ancient inns....

I am so tempted to do the Haunted walks, but actually scared. I am scared about seeing. Period.

I have "played" with dead bodies as a student, and never felt scared about it.
But... should I seek such adventures?

Hmm, lets see what Phi says. She might not want to do it, since she will go back to Italy and stay there on her own for a while. I still have not check with her whether she is staying in an apartment or put in hotel. But knowing her, hahaha.. she is actually sacred, but not THAT scared type. In that supposedly haunted hostel, few people would stay when roomies were not around.. and I don't remember Phi being particularly happy to have the room all to herself. But then again, Phi knows that she need not be scared, those things will disappear when she gets angry and give them a killer stare. And that hostel?? Nope. It had been peaceful. None of us had a problem. We were just too noisy... even if there was something, they would probably just sigh.. give up and float somewhere else. Miss those days...

I still feel like doing the haunted walk....... but to be truthful, I am a little less brave after the stupid lift thing. That was probably the scariest incident in my life.....Anyway, Yvonne gave be the link for the itinerary of the walks... we could go fo other less "adventurous" ones.

How??

What I am doing.. moaning here in the middle of the night... get back to work!!!

I look forward to having Phi here. The only disadvantage of having her around is a reminder of how short I am. Damn. Hate those tall leggy gals who could be a model.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

It is only 5 pm???




The sun sets at about 4:30 pm these days-yeah, you begin seeing the moon coming up from the cemetery..........

I walk home in pitch dark... and as if my body is used to telling myself to sleep 5 hours after the sun sets, I am very sleepy by 10.00 pm.

Winter =hibernation time??


Monday, November 06, 2006

Post Bonfire Night Fog!!!!





It was so foggy this morning on my way to work that I barely see more than 50 metres in front of me!! When I arrived, my hair, esp fringe was really damp.

I later found out from colleagues that this is typical 6th November weather, after all the fireworks. Any scientific explanation to that?
Anyway, new house had a big plus. There is a wide glass windows, we are on the top floor, and this neighborhood seems have money to burn- lots of fire works for the past few days!!! We were joking that we don't even see this much during official celebrations back home. That was really good..
Oh.. here are the photos.....to illustrate the mist... Hahaa.. found a bright fluorescent orange colored van.


Photo 1, took this in front of the first station wagon, which is about 15 metres away from me. Could see the van, but not the cars around it clearly.
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2md photo, right infront of the first van, the car opposite the van was unclear!! Third photo, fater I walked past the white station wagon. could see van and the car on the opposite site of the road, but the car about 2 parking spaces behind was blur....




The white thing is actually a field. It is usually GREEN in colour...


The pub across the road shrouded in fog...



The carpark in my office.... tonnes of leaves have dropped. I am worried they will be all gone before I could go away for a weekend.

My winter foot wear



The past few days have been really cold. Glad that I have my winter clothing shopping partially done. Have my coat for work, my tights to keep my pins warm etc etc, and yeah, bought boots too!!!

I like my boots. Got them from Clarks. £39.90, if I remember correctly. Still considered very cheap!!!

When I wear them, I feel ....
  1. warmer
  2. taller, therefore slimmer
  3. sexier (bleah!!!)
  4. more stylo-mylo
  5. I walk with more confidence??
It is just 1.25 -inch heel, but is "high" compared to the completely flat shoes I usually wear. I think I will buy another pair- a total non-slip, ice resistant flattie. 1.25 inch is till too high, and a bit too dangerous (for me) when the roads get really icy!!!

At home, my best investment is these shoe-socks!!!

Fleece!!! Very warm, soft and cozy!!! Got them from Primark for £1!!! The bottom part has some rubber "dots", that prevent it from slipping. After wearing it many times and it get smelly, just need to dump into washing machine.Hygienic. Not like those cozy indoor "shoes", looks warm and everything, but is a nightmare to wash and dry.

They are so cute that I was so tempted to post a pair to each friend of mine... but I cant see how they are going to make use of it. Maybe I get a pair for Phi when she comes here :).

Keeps my feet from freezing, and I could keep my heater at a lower temp with these!


Nah... dont look at those fat fat legs.... just look at those cute prints...They are a bit too small for me, because the larger sizes were all sold out!!! Over here, my shoe size is the most popular!!! hahahahahahaha..........Buying shoes is a breeze in UK!!! Hated those shops that didn't stock my size.

Friday, November 03, 2006

I love this sculpture!!!!




This lovely piece of work (minus the grafitti) is located somewhere on a courtyard near round tower, and the sausage shop in Copenhagen town centre. It is partly hidden behind a big tree, and no one would notice it unless they are very nosy, or art lovers. (I am the nosy one.)

It is about 0.7 of actual human size. Put on a "real bench" for humans, you can in fact sit right next to them. Caught my eye immediately, as I felt "love" was the message. ... but as I looked closer....

I noticed it was a very old couple.

The man was bald.

The woman had her hair tied back. Very thin hair, presumably?
Holding each others hands....




But wait!!!! Did you notice her breast????




Her breasts had dropped to the level of her elbows. And the right side dropped more than the left!!!


KL... (if you are reading).. should be able to recognise this.
Breast feeding's side effects???

If you are right handed, you will cradle your baby in such a way that the head(heavier part), would rest around your right elbow/ arm area, and therefore baby would suckle your right breast......???

Am I brilliant????? Hahahaa......

Ok, I admit the part I love best in this sculpture is her breasts. However, I find the expressions on their faces really touching, and very real. The body language says it all. Love, respect, communication, companionship.

Beautiful piece of work.....




photos from copenhagen



This is a sausage shop. Unfortunately it was closed when I was there. They close shops on Saturday afternoons, that is why they have good quality of life.

The sausages. The two wooden thing are the handles of a pair of axes. Unfortunately, the axes were so polished and glittery that my hand phone did not manage to capture a good picture with them in.





One of the "passageways" off main Stroget street. As usual, the interesting things are in the side street and alley ways.




My handphone's camera is definitely no good. It was much prettier actually, with hints of yellow, orange and red in the creepies.




Took this picture in Nyhaven. I was wondering what it is. I was amused by the sculpture of a "king"(??) with many women surrounding him in a rather erotic way. And what are the children doing there???


I think they should put an AIDS prevention advert next to it. :P

Copenhagen-wining and dining with a millionaire's son

It is damn ex in Copenhagen (for me), but seems to be ok for my colleague, M, whose dad is worth £6m. Haha.. I was so shocked to hear him said that, "my dad probably worth £6m, or maybe more. He is damn rich!!!".

Talk about culture shock! No, he said all this while he was perfectly sober. And this has been repeated many times in the office etc ...It seems perfectly acceptable to talk about these stuff???

I only managed to cover parts of Stroget on my first day. As I was walking in Nyhaven, the wind got stronger and it was really chilly. I was so glad that I was wearing boots!!!COLD!! I did not manage to spend as much time Nyhaven as I wanted, but could make the conclusion that it is postcard perfect with its multi coloured buildings along a river, populated with swans. However, I had the perfect luck to go in low tide, and saw the pollution. Gross. Well, the Danes tell us that it is much better these days. You are allowed to not only fish there, but to eat the fiesh as well.

I got to miss the botanical gardens and the famous Tivoli as well. What a shame!!! My hotel was just next to Tivoli!!

Talking about hotel, I luv the hotel- bed is soooo comfortable!!! Single bed, but it is really long- 2m, and I could stretch my arms and legs anyway I want. The flooring was pine wood. Really cool designs. Clean lines. Hate those frilly flowery stuff. Maybe it is the wine, but I slept so well!

One the first night, we were suuposed to meet again 7 ish for dinner. But now I really learn about predinner cocktail/pre-dinner drink. Well, the " drink" at the hotel bar extended till 9pm! That was when we started to look for dinner. Bad idea. All the nice looking restaurants are full!! Finally found a nice place at Stroget. I actually ate both appetizer and a full main meal of roast pork. The roast pork was surprisingly yummy, and the skin was so crispy, that I ate them all. :D

On the second night, we ate in a nearby restaurant. Ordered a bottle of wine. As the waiter was a new kid on the block, he sent the dinner to teh wrong table. Poor guy. We got a complimentary bottle of wine, and I wonder if the other table got complimentary wrong food as well!!! I got to try all my best to look like I was drinking (I was actually sipping, my wine level did not move.. hehe). The two of them actually could finish almost 1 full bottle each!!!

And this is where I learn a new trick. Make the good use of a bottle of wine!!!!!

These Brits!!!!

M was obviously sober.. but pretended a bit "high", and started asking my boss if he is the one who will take over her place and be the director when she retires! He got the boss to "jokingly" say that he is the one to take over!!!

Hahaa.. I watch the whole thing with a smile... and played along, joking about how to address him when he is the boss. Eu have told me about these stuff, thank goodness, or else I would have really be very very shocked. At least I knew what was going on. Talk about being smooth operator. I think the Americans still got lots to learn from the Brits. It is sort of clear now that this job goes no where, but meanwhile I should learn more of these smooth operation from the millionaire's son.


The bills came up to more than a thousand Kroners for each meal. I sure had great dinners there.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Copenhagen, a quick 2.5 hours tour

Just came back from a 4 day trip in Copenhagen... but dont envy me yet.

I have
seen nothing much...
done nothing much...
bought NOTHING at all...

I thought I would have almost a whole afternoon to roam around on Saturday, but I ended up having effectively 2.5 hours. Blame it partly on my lack of preparation, and the sudden cold wind that blew. It did not help that that it turns dark around 5:30.

But being a fast walker, I covered MOST of the town in 2.5 hours :)

My 1st stop was a roadside stall selling hotdogs. I was damn hungry, it was 2pm + and the weather quite cold, I bought myself a something that look like a sausage roll for 21 Kroner near Tivoli gardens. Yummy!!!

I was ill prepared, so my 2nd stop was the tourist information center-cool, free computers to access tourist info!!-- and maps to get an orientation of the place.


Seen parts of Stroget, the famed pedestrian shopping street, and Nyhaven in dusk. It was a cobbled narrow street, with a mix of designer stores and those stores selling a mumbo jumbo of things targeted at tourists. I began to get "waylaid" by those window displays, and got worried about parting a thousand or two kroners if I really fall madly in love with those shoes (I think Danes make great shoes and bags!!), or worse still, one of those designer household stuff. Danish design is not famed for nothing!!

After walking for about 100-200m (maybe more??), down the street, I noticed a crowd on a side street. Hmmm.. Crowd=something interesting or trouble. Both sounds "interesting!" to me . Hahaa.


And surprise!!! I got what I was looking for "accidentally". I had been cursing myself for not bringing a map to find .

So, imagine my happiness when I realised.. it was ...This place!!!!





That lace was packed with people, and I really felt like a kid in a candy store. I had been standing in the counter for about 10 minutes before realizing that you need to get a queue number for a machine, and wait till you get called before appearing at the counter. No wonder people gave me funny looks! Aw.... My only consolation was I was not alone. Many people were like that too, so excited with those cakes on the display that they did not notice the machine for the queue number. It did not help that the instructions was written in Danish!





Shortlisted the above two cakes....

And settled for the "Sports Cake" (Sportskage)


The Applesinkage... well, you might have guess it-- Apple cake.

WRONG!!! It is actually orange cake!!! That looked terribly yummy too. But as I was alone, I could only choose one, and settled for the more "famous" cake. these are the times I miss my sister and my sister gang terribly. If I got the gals with me, we would have bought 1 piece of everything!!

the cake was packed nicely in paper box and and paper bag which I planned to bring back. However, these got totally messed up by the strong wind while I was attempting to eat the cake in a courtyard of some impressive looking building. What a shame, my lack of preparation means I dont know what it was. Possibly a museum???

Back to the cake. I learned that to the Danes, creams dont necessarily have to play a layering or decorative purpose in a cake. It can make up the cake almost entirely by itself!!!!! That was a most sinful cake, and damn difficult to eat. I could not finish it to last drops, as it keep dropping of the paper which was holding it, and I had bits of cream on the corners of my mouth, cheeks, hair and also coat. At first, I was busy wiping myself, but I soon gave up when I realise that the wind would keep blowing flapping bits of the paper which held the cake onto my face/coat, so I might as well "concentrate" on finishing the task on hand.

This is all that I could "bring back"- A photo of the paper bag.

I got to stop at the cake.. as it is 1 am in the morning, and I am damn sleepy.
Continue about finishing bottles of wine, drinking beer in a pub (I am a BADDDDD gal.... haha), and ogling good looking people whizzing pass in bicycles

ciao!!!


By the way... it is getting very very cold in london.

I got to walk to work in a 2C!!! Thank goodness I invested in a coat and tights!!!