Feeling fillings

Read this on Suanie's blog, laughed so hard, and HAD to share!!!

Q: Char shao pau and mantou went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried, but mantou didn’t cry. Why?
A: Cos mantou got no filling.

Q: Char shao pau and Da pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried but Da pau cried harder. Why?
A: Cos Da pau got more filling.

Q: Char shao pau and Kou rou pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried but Kou rou pau cried and cried and cannot stop crying. Why?
A: Cos Kou rou pau cannot contain his fillings.

Q: Char shao pau and Lin yong pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried and cried but Lin yong pau laughed and laughed. Why?
A: Cos they got different filling.

*Still giggling*

365 #27 Three in One

 1. Cleaning House + 2. Breaking in new boots + 3. Pretending it's summer and wearing a miniskirt 

= Lazy day blog post

p.s. forgive the ju on-like hair covering face. Wasn't in the mood for make-up, and thought the shots were posey enough. Smiles and looking into the camera would have been overkill, no?

p.p.s. this is the 7th day of my breaking in my new boots by stomping around the house, finding things to do and cleaning out my closets. The first 5 days, I wore very very very thick socks that almost cut off blood circulation in my toes. It's paid off. Today I have normal socks on, and the boots finally fit like a dream. Cleaning has never felt more fulfilling. 

365 #19 Lifestyle image of the day

This one's for dear Aileen, who writes one of my favourite blogs: RaisingRockstar.

I'm typing this at my dining table, with my iPad right beside me because the habitants of my Sims Freeplay town need to be tended to all the time. There's also a huge glass of water right next to me because I'm always thirsty. On another tab, FaceBook is on. I don't update all that much, but I like to stalk and 'like' a picture or two occasionally. And on another tab, serious job hunting is (STILL) going on. My resume's updated, and I'm sending it out like it's candy on halloween. I'm dying to work again. JUST GIVE ME A JOB ALREADY DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *Frustrated scream to let off steam* Ahhh... That felt (only) a little bit better. Sorry, where were we again? :)) Oh yeah, tabs. Well, to support THAT tab I mentioned, google translate is my best friend at the moment. While all this is going on, I'm also surfing www.yemeksepeti.com and trying to decide if I'm going to cook tonight or order in. I'll probably cook. Still have some blue cheese and cream in the fridge and will binge on blue cheese pasta for dinner.

I'm kind of snowed-in today. I make it a point to go out every day and meet a friend or two after the hubs leaves for work, but I can't seem to muster the energy today. I might have cabin fever. It's not that it's even close to the amount of snow we used to have in Luxembourg, but the walkways aren't too properly salted, so walking is such a hazard. From my balcony, I saw two men braving the weather whilst carting a huge cupboard down the hill. I kept staring because I was so afraid they'd slip somehow. I'm happy to report that they made it to the apartment they were going to.

I know today's supposed to be the continuation of Living in Istanbul: Nisantasi, but because I wasn't brave enough to go out and take all the pictures that needs to be included in the post, I guess it'll have to wait for another (better) day. And Istanbul's not very pretty in this gray weather. I hope the weather lets up soon and I can get me some of that wonderful Istanbul blue sky and bright sunshine.

On the bright side, since I had some free time on my hands, I've been playing with making GIFs. Here's my first masterpiece.

(p.s. A little tip: While the kissing thing may seem a little childish for a grown woman, it's actually a wonderful way to take a picture and appear slimmer. *Just saying... and sorta explaining*)

365 #17 Two seconds of fame in Norway

The hubs and I on a romantic night out at Mikla some months ago. The peeps from this newspaper in Norway were at the same resto and asked if they could take pictures of us since we had the best view. Isn't it magnificent? The original picture is from here. I'm not very happy with the hub's finger pointing though. Looks like I'm being scolded. I wasn't. I think. :p

Audience

So, here's the thing. I've been thinking, and this blog's at a standstill right now because I majored and worked in communications.

Let me explain. In PR, we've been trained (very well) to speak to specific audiences. In university, I majored in PR and Journalism and minored in Film & TV. My millions of assignments consisted of writing to the government (lobbying), writing hard news (rape, crime) for a newspaper, writing entertainment 'reports' for thrashy magazines, creating health/ political/ consumer PR campaigns (to name a few) that would attract and make believers out of those who 'heard' us... The list goes on.

Then in my ten years of working in various PR/ Communication departments of major corporations, a lot of my work included writing press releases skewed to either the news, business, fashion, sports or tech media. Writing financial reports for the reviews of either analysts, internal staff, investors, media. Writing speeches or letters for the management team directed to either government bodies, ministers, customers. Planning events to launch a product to the media or to consumers or the government. Planning investor relations activities. Planning staff motivation activities. Planning media relations activities. Planning management positioning activities to the government, community, staff, investors, media. Put very simply, it was all about crafting communication strategies that would effectively communicate a specific objective to a very specific group of people.

Every single piece of work that we had to churn out came with the same sort of information but had to be designed to speak to very different audiences in very different ways. And it might sound like I'm full of myself, but let me tell you - (in my favouritest job of all time, in the 5 best years of my career) me and my very super ex colleagues in the DiGi Corporate Communications team were the bomb when it came to effective communication. We had it down to a T. We were magic. We rocked. We kicked a§s. We were superstar PR-sters. We were cool. We were loved. Admired. Envied. And we got things movinggg! I like to think We ruled the Malaysian telco scene, baybeh.

Sorry. That got a bit long-winded and out of point. Reliving my glorious days as a career woman gets me a bit excited.

Anyway, back to the point. You see, the thing is, this blog started out directed to my friends and family who I wanted to talk to and update since I had moved to a veryyyy different time zone and regular skype calls or gmail chats were just not possible. The tone and manner of my writings was highly personal and familiar, and I could indulge in "telling-all". Which is why I used use my real name anyway. I figured, they all know me, and I'm too lazy it's way too complicated to log in and out of different gmail accounts every single time I wanted to blog. Also, being a google freak who loved to google my old friends, I thought, "it'd be awesome if my old friends (who I might have forgotten to email since I am also highly private on Facebook) bothered to try to google me, they'd find out what I was up to with my little blog and get in touch again!"


But when people I didn't know started visiting this site I guess I kinda froze. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy and absolutely LOVE reading the comments dropped by sweet readers, especially those who I've linked in my 'I Super Stalk' section, and the other anon ones who have been equally sweet and who always make my day when they comment. And to old friends who did find this blog, and read and dropped me emails of support and encouragement, I love you too!!! :)) All of you, known or unknown (yet) have literally become my virtual friends, and if it were just that, I could go on and on blogging away.

The problem is this. In the past 6 months, I've (finally!!!) become very wary of and annoyed with the fact that because Hubs and I are easily google-ble, I'm opening myself up to some very random people which I cannot really talk about here since, you know, I'm starting to realize that I should have started out being more private anyways. And it's always Hubby's name being googled, which makes sense because he is getting quite a lot of media publicity here in my new city and he was also quite famous in our old city. And since his most ordered dessert is named 'He*a ther' and everyone knows it's his wife's name, often, "He athe*r Will ia*m M a*hi" are also the keywords searched. So how am I supposed to blog about our life knowing there may be frenemies, customers, colleagues, media etc etc etc knowing too much about his personal life thanks to my tell-alls?

So anyway, the thing too you must know too about PR is that we stick to our strategies pretty strictly because consistency is key to not derail from the main objectives (which in the case of this blog was "to share stories about my current life with family and friends").

Hence the (almost) radio silence since June. 

The easiest thing to do would be to shut this down and move on. But I love the collection of posts I've accumulated and detest the idea of moving to another address, and I've really got sooooo much good stuff to talk about and pictures to show off share. So bear with me as I find ways to stay true to my objectives and gab to you in the familiar manner I love whilst finding a way to remain slightly more private and cryptic when dealing with this new audience that is not (yet) in my friends or family group.

Oh! And Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you have a good one and that your presents are as awesome as mine (yes, I peeked) :p 

HelloOoooo

It's hard to explain my absence. I have tons to say, yet don't know where to start.

Don't worry though. I'm doing super duper good.

So I'll start with a little video. For you peeps who tell me you miss my Malaysian accent. Hee hee.

Love,
The Lazy Blogger

An orange a day...

... makes me happy to play.

I know, I know, it doesn't make any sense. I just wanted to dedicate a blog post to my current favouritest fruit in the world - the orange.

The thing is, growing up in Asia, I never did like oranges too much. It was always risky to peel an orange, because 9 out of 10 times, it'd be sour and blah. And because I loath wasting food, I would force myself, squirmishly, to finish every cringe-worthy morsel.

Since living in Luxembourg though, the smell of oranges abounds in the markets especially in spring. Every week, I buy bags and bags of it, and permanently have a huge bowl filled to the brim with oranges. So sweet, so juicy, so comforting. Every single one of them. 10 out of 10 times, bursting with absolute perfection.

What's your favourite Spring/ Summer fruit?

Vain nerd alert

My new apps are so awesome. 

Swish, swish, swish. Beautiful.

Mind reader

This car was parked outside my house all day. 

How did they know what I want?!

*note to non-Malaysian readers: Mau (or actually, Mahu) means 'want' and Duit means 'money' in Malaysian.

Guide to a clean car

Got complains from Starr that I haven't been blogging enough, and have decided to do a super random post about car cleaning in Europe.

Not only do I miss my kakaks and ah yis in Asia who I could depend on to clean my house, I also miss the dudes who'd wash (and polish) my car while I sat waiting like a princess under the trees.

So, if anyone's planning to move to my part of the world, here's how we clean cars:

Step 1: Choose a bright sunny day, and find follow the signs which say 'lavage'.

Step 2: Vacuuming. See sign below. That's the vacuum station.

Step 3: Pop coins in slot, and start vacuuming away.

Step 4: Go to station for washing car, slot coins in according to time required, and turn switch to whatever cleaning requirements needed:

Step 5 (and most important step of all): Get husband to do all that while you sit in the car and wait like a princess. 

*Tee heeee :)

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