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Sunday, November 26, 2006

Singapore - Beijing - Hohhot

I had grandiose plans to bring thee, fair netizens of Deetour, numerous and wonderful updates, but in typical fashion, have faffed around till it was too late and now I type furiously from a free terminal at Beijing airport.

Yes, BEIJING 北京 airport! It's nip-shatteringly cold and I love it! We touched down at 6.45 this morning and it was -1 deg celsius. Am now waiting to board the flight to Hohhot 呼和浩特, capital of Inner Mongolia, a mere 1.5 hrs flight away northwards, where temperatures of -16 deg celsius await...

Yippee! Will post again when I can... 再见 Zai Jian!

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Some Midweek Frivolity

I stumbled upon this today and squealed with much, uh, delight...

"cheesy-tees" is my middle name!

Ah... those giggly days, debating what exactly an "Afternoon Delight" meant... A dessert? A trip to the mall? A little (no way, surely not!) rumpy pumpy in the day time?

This blushingly delightful obsession got a humpjumpstart from a movie I can't get enough of. It's been making it's repetitive rounds on cable and somehow, I seem to be home and channel surfing at the exact moment that Anchorman is on. Oh, Ron Burgundy! Oh, classy city of Saahhn Dee-aahh-go! Oh, legendary 4-part harmony from men in polyester suits!

It may actually go down as my all-time fave song from the '70s, besides Suspicious Minds, Copacabana and Stayin' Alive, that is.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go set some Sky Rockets in Flight.

Saturday, November 11, 2006


Woe is... Committing a social faux pas of stratospheric proportions. Something I've heard happen to other unfortunate noobheads, but never thought it would me, until tonight...

  • Meet ex-colleague haven't seen in years.
  • Have good old natter about work.
  • She, "Let's meet up soon for drinks!"
  • Me, "Are you sure you should be drinking?" (as I pat her tummy)
  • The universe and all its inhabitants shriek maniacally, as her face turns various shades of rainbow and I feel the palpable reverberations of her outrage.
  • She, "I'll give you a head start, I'm reaching for my shoe..." She says only half-jokingly.
  • I dissolve into a large, pathetic puddle of humiliation at her feet.
  • But we all know in these situations, no amount of spluttering and squawking and explaining can save a conversational train wreck like this.
  • But in my defence, I didn't insinuate she looked fat. I did what I did and said what I said because I distinctly remember another colleague telling me she was preggers. Except (only now, with hindsight, do I remember) this was 2 years ago and I have no concept of time or space. Or decorum, for that matter.

  • Therefore, henceforth, you may address me as Her Highness, Grand Poohbah of all Schmuckstresses.

    Bliss is... Coming home after a loooong day of work to discover a Bond movie marathon on cable. Earlier: Dr. No. Now on: From Russia with Love. Later: Goldfinger. They're showing 'em in chronological order - Waaaheey! I foresee a sleepless night of bondage with Sean Connery... Tee hee.


    AND I LURRVES THIS TRIBUTE VIDEO by le Scissor Sisters:

    Sunday, November 05, 2006

    My Brother Cracks Me Up

    and he's pretty too!

    They say comics are embellishments of reality, but in this case, it couldn't be more true.

    And brother-dear's evil nerditizing influence has already infected his firstborn offgeekspring... It's happening as we speak... a whole new generation of dweebazoids spawned... Sigghhh...

    Still, I have high hopes for his female spawn, whose preference for ballet, pink and assorted frilly things still far outweighs any interest she has in XBox brain-sucking, eyeball-melting machines.

    As for the other male sproglet, I guess we'll just have to wait and see. At 1 year of age (TODAY! Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!), the closest he gets to the XBox is to drool over the controls and chew on the wires.