Lazy Easter
Okay so Jesus dies and rises again for I don’t know how many times (pardon my sarcasm – being forced into Catholic education doesn’t really help cynical minds), and hence I have been my best to celebrate this holiday:
Day 1: realised I spent all my money in Bulgeria eating all the London-priced expensive chicken sache, my dear friend offered to buy food and I cooked – steamed seabass with ginger and onion, and yay, it was pretty good and wholesome. And yes, he still thinks that I cooked like his grandma. wonder where that came from if there’s no buddhist incarnation system in the first place… <enter self-censorship mode – it’s Easter, man>
Day 2: steamed all the carpet in the house. Do I sound like a freak? no really, this steam cleaner really made me very very happy:
I know – people are complaining how many pieces of accessories it contains but man, that’s the fun part of it. At 130 degree Celsius, my carpet and my bathroom walls are like new, plus you get to hack around the accessories like puzzles, what’s more you can ask for?
Day 3: Feeling a bit ill, blame the sub-zero London weather – but cranking vitamin C tablets did help quite a lot – ended up in a pub watching Chelsea vs Arsenal – and realised I’m slightly inclined toward Chelsea in a room full of Arsenal fans. Okay on top of that I’m probably one of the only three women apart from the waitress and my mate’s ‘crumpet’ (now you have to speak like them to join the club..). The attention is a bit too much but the game is pretty exhilarating. Well, especially after hearing how devastating it was for my Hong Kong Liverpool fans – it was pretty hilarious when Chelsea won.
Day 4: Just came back from the Vanity Fair Exhibition at National Protrait Gallery (till 26 May 08) – loved it. Annie Leibovitz’s photos were particularly stunning when placed in the same room, remember the then Demi Moore controversial nude pregnant photo? Yes, that was it. Leibovitz is also the last professional photographer who photo-shot John Lennon before his imminent death. Lazily I continued the day with my best mate’s recommendation and saw Under the Tuscan Sun – what can I say? I still love my mate dearly, but the Italian stereotype took me a bit offguard – it’s one of those movies that make Hollywood less respectable, you know, such as:
italian guy: Your eyes are so beautiful, so blue, I want to swim in them.
american woman: You know this is exactly how we american women think of italian men!
cathy:
<holy-shit, what did they just say??>
<enters give-up mode>
<laughs out loud>
<sighs>
Luckily Guy Kawasaki’s post redeemed me – I enjoy every single day of his mac-air-mac-journal, especially Day 27 (hence the format of this blog),
Day 27: New sense of freedom because new MacBook Pro is gone. Still, man cannot live on Air alone, so what’s going to be my “main” computer with a big hard disk? Back to Apple store. Buy an iMac and while there, some bling for my Air: external drive, two power supplies, and Ethernet connector. Did Apple hire some MBA from Gilette who thinks the real money is in power supplies, not computers? The next time Steve buys a pair of New Balances, I hope his old socks don’t work with them.
This is awesome. Quote of the week.
