junk mail

Sometimes I don't groan aloud when I get junk mail. Sometimes they even make my day. Ah the knowledge I could gain...

van persie

My hero. He has a certain sissiness to him (the way he dribbles?) that I cannot describe but a damn sharp shooter! Will he help win the cup?

retail therapy

This morning I woke up to a massive attack (only my wife Andrea would get this I suppose - since it's her favourite music) of headache again. Could be from all the merciless cold wind at Hyde Park yesterday. Or the bucket of KFC we shared at night before crashing into fitful slumber and waking up half dying from our parched throats. Their tagline here should be "it's drowsy, thirsty and finger lickin' good!" although I'll lick two fingers less because they serve baked beans here as a side rather than mashed potatoes. How can!

Anyway in my throes of headachey anguish, I lost my senses and went out to do grocery only to come home with...

BUT thank goodness I haven't lost my good senses enough to lighten my wallet with heels or stilettos or wedges that I'd probably wear once and then rear spiders at a corner of the hallway.

The pair of black trainers is so comfy I wanna rub the softness all over my face and purr. Mr Aldo I love you!

And this is my first ever pair of flats so shuddup I don't wanna hear about how bling it is and how am I going to wear it out and what with... because I also dunno.

1st anniversary

Nothing marks my one-year-in-London milestone quite historically as the London Naked Bike Ride. Last year's took place the second day I set foot in this country. I went with Bel. This year, I managed to convince Andrea, Simon (who told me about this event last year), Omar and Rafael to tag along.

Rafael stole my camera and disappeared into the crowd to take pictures with the wimmin (taking off his top as camouflage). I was quite pissed because I missed plenty of opportunities for my own pictures. One of which an interesting specimen wearing Borat's swimming costume in red. Damn.

Omar prefer his au naturel. I roll my eyes and huff but actually admire their courage to go "excuse me, can I take a picture with you?" because I secretly want to take pictures with hot naked guys too. Boo... maybe next year. I'm slowly improving ok. Last year I didn't even dare to take any frontal pictures.

All too soon, the whistle sounded and... they're off! My party followed suit. Damn cold day... poor shriveled cyclists. I'm sure their passion and dedication keep them warm, though. As well as other cyclists. And pure adrenaline.

Me no guts can only take picture of myself. Loh. Next time someone be nice and offer to shove me into the crowd for a quick snap ok?

flat white

Today I received the most beautiful two words from the Bossman for the entire month.

"Flat White?"

He was out following up on a project we have in Soho. And he remembers.

"Ok. Will have you microwave" he texted back after I "Yay"ed him.

So 6 hours later and I'm still caffeinated from the BEST coffee in London, although the receipt of said coffee was an hour later and lukewarm with a suspicious spring oniony aftertaste.

So I have reflux from shotgunning my cuppa that burns right up my throat like the damn Olympic torch but I'm still happy clappy boppy buzzy because I had Flat White!

What a fine match

What a superb match (not this guy's fluke goal, but still) it was. Now I don't have to be forced to support Holland because of someone's Dutch heritage, I do so willingly because they ARE good and deserve to win.

Goedzo, jongens!

damn sad

I have had no inspiration to blog at all. For such a long time. I wonder if working in a company called Inspirations does that to you. Or the daily 3-hour battle with the nefarious energy-sucking vampire called London Underground.

Moving forward...

Okay, first backwards a little. Summary of the past months starting from the most recent.

No. I haven't gotten this fat during my hiatus. Or pregnant. Although it's fun to scare you reader(s?) a bit.

Anyway one week after this picture was taken...

Baby Sep came into the world. He is so super mega adorable! I can't believe I have to wait until July to see/touch/pinch/bully Baby Sep. Barely a week old and he can smile like this!

I envious. I want.

(and Peter freaks out)

Other than my birthday, May was a month of strawbies. I finally fulfilled my wish of plucking strawbies in a real strawbie farm. Outside Peter's family house. Which were then turned into pie. Fruit of labour indeed!

I want lotsa strawbies outside my house also.

(and Peter freaks out again)

April was a month of Eryn. Finally she's here. In London. And she brought me many presents, the most memorable being bedbugs. I really hope the scars would fade in time.

I actually miss having a room-mate now that she's found her own place.