I am so wired!

photo taken in Saigon, Vietnam in 2009

This is how I feel like. All those wires criss-crossing at a junction. I receive notifications on my Blackberry from time to time on various sites that I am signed up to. Just today I decide to check up on another site that I have not visited for some time and realised that I am so wired. Imagine this, just a mere 6 years ago, the only time I am ever on the computer was to type up my homework (while in Uni) and to do research online. I was hardly ever online. Fast forward a few years, I started a blog on Multiply, joined a needlecraft group on Yahoo, NEEDLESnCRAFT, where I got back my love for crochet, signed up for ebay and amazon. Then I started blog surfing. Before you know it, I follow quite a long list of blogs that I can’t even finish reading in a day! Also because I get carried away. Then I added, Facebook, Twitter, WordPress, ChurpChurp, Linkedin and the list goes on…..oh! and the latest, Instagram! I am so wired it isn’t even funny!

So many! I can’t even keep track of it all anymore! Well, I can. I just need to dedicate more time to or be more vigilant with my time. Try not to wander off so much. Evidence of this “wandering” is right here. Just for this post, it took me close to 3 hours and I am only here. I have googled at least 8 actors and some movies as they are playing on tv. πŸ˜› From there, I got carried away by the movies they were in. Some looked interesting enough for me to click on it and then the adventure starts again.

Anyway, in this age and time is anyone to wired anymore? I have a love-hate relationship with technology. More love than hate, especially since I have started to live so far from my family. I wasn’t to wired before, so some technology was too much for me. But since moving here, I have embrace it more. I like the fact that we can have face to face chats now with relative ease and not fuzzy bad connections. I like that I can search and watch movies, series and more on live streaming especially when I get tired of dubbed stuff. I still feel funny watching in Italian in the cinema here and when I see it playing on cable back in Malaysia in English, I just stare and stare at the pictures and it feels so strange. Of course I watch other dubbed movies or series but they don’t sound strange because I can’t understand the original anyway! It is like watching a Cantonese movie dubbed in English and Italian! It is happening right here, right now! I was channel surfing when I saw Drunken Master 2. I thought, “Oooo..Jackie Chan’s movie. Should be nice!” They sometimes do show the movie in the original language (there is an option to change) and I thought this would be the same. I have watched a Mandarin movie in the original language before.

But no! The original language option is in English. Though Jackie Chan’s voice over was done by him the rest just sounded so strange. So, so strange. @_@ It is even stranger because I have seen the original a number of times and all of Jackie’s movies has all these funny puns and lines. They are all lost in translation. 😦  I had to change the channel!

I am getting off tangent again. I should sign off soon before I get distracted again and it will take me another few hours just to finish this post. I already down 5 hours. Shit! Yeah, you can pretty much guess it that I got in at least 2 movies and a chapter or 2 of a crime series.

The conclusion, being so wired is both good and not so good. Is that even a conclusion? Anyone else feels like this sometimes?

Losing out on a technicality

Not sure if you, the readers, realised that I have been diligently posting a post EVERY single day. πŸ™‚ Just a little upset on the fact that I will be breaking my “a post a day” today. It is still the 18th here, but on my laptop is already the 19th, 4.21am. I thought it over, but I don’t quite like to type a post on my phone. That would really drive me crazy. So, I am losing out on a technicality. Yes, I could just change the time on my laptop but I keep it on Malaysian time for me to keep track of it when I call my family with skype. I do the same with my mobile when in Malaysia. I leave my Italian mobile on Italian time to keep track without having to subtract or add each time I want to make a call. Lest, I wake anyone up and scare the bejesus out of them.

It scares me silly when my phone rings in the middle of the night. Only in emergencies will my mobile ring at night. It happens occasionally that clients don’t realise or remember the time difference and really frightened me. I would wake up shocked, stare at the phone, compose myself when I realise that it is not from home or any other family member and answer. This is the unwritten rule at home. I think it is the same for everyone. If I can, I never turn off my mobile at night. My dad used to ask me why. At that time, I was staying away from home, at college and sharing an apartment with friends. There was no home phone line. Everyone had their own mobile and I was contactable ONLY via my mobile. That was why I kept it on.

One night, I heard my phone’s battery dying. Since I was already in bed, I decided to let it die off. Remembering my dad’s words. It was the old Motorola where we had to change the batteries while the other charges on the charging pods. The next morning, I changed the batteries and the first message I heard over the phone was, “Ann, dad here. I have some chest pains and I am driving to the hospital now.” I was shocked! Next message was, “Ann, your dad is in the hospital. He had some chest pains. Go and see him.” Imagine how I felt that morning. I rushed to class, handed in my assignments and asked a friend to drive me to the hospital. From that day on, when I can help it and I don’t have to ie. in flight, I never turn my phone off. Though my sis says that there is no point having a mobile if I never carry it with me. πŸ˜› She says, the phone and I are almost always miles apart.

In my defense, when I am home or in the office, the mobile is either on the table or the couch and I don’t carry it with me everywhere, like going to the toilet or to the kitchen to get a drink. Cause it is still near me just not attached to me. M says the same. hehehehe! but M does have the worst timing in the world. He calls when I am in the shower, in the toilet doing some business and the only moment I walk away from my mobile. Always! I could be next to it for 23 hrs and 59 mins but that 1 min I walk away he will call. Worst timing ever! >_<

Anyway, I don’t want to change the time just for this post. I shall have to bear with it. *sniff*

Just a photo to end this post. Totally unrelated, of course.

A French Shepard. First time for me seeing one. They are so beautiful!

The forgotten luggage

So, here we are at the Imola race track for a weekend of “Historical auto and moto” market to not only sell our vintage vespas but to also score some spare parts for our restorations. M just got back yesterday from Berlin where his luggage the one he bought for me (the divine Milo repeated design mid sized luggage, which you can see on my Β Instagram and Twitter, which by the way you should be following to get amazing updates on my utterly boring existence via @mouseytong πŸ™‚ ) did not make it. We went back around midnight to collect them and I was flabbergasted! It was sooooo cute!

Immediately, M suggested I use it for this trip. Naturally I said yes! Got home, packed my bags and went to be at 1.30am. Guess what time we woke up? 4 freaking 30 am. Nevermind. I rolled around a little as per normal. Got up, got ready, made a coffee in my thermos mug and rolled out of the house. By 5.30 am we were on the road.

Now, to my forgotten Β luggage. How did it happen? Well, when we got to the office, M was supposed to transfer my bag and all the other stuff to the van while I go into the office and grab all the rest of the stuff. Guess what he forgot? My luggage! How did he leave Milo behind? How could he? Actually he did once. To the real Milo. Too busy on the phone and he left Milo at the ground floor lift door while he came all the way up to the apartment! Hehehehe! I never let him forget it. Makes us laugh out loud each time. πŸ˜€ To his credit, it happened only once when we first got Milo.

Blissfully unaware, we left for Imola. At the first stop to fuel up, he gave me his sweater cause it was really cold whie, stopping me from fishing for my luggage for mine. If he did let me, we would have found out then and there that my luggage wasn’t on board. Fast forward 6 hours later, it was getting warm, so I wanted to change out of my shoes in slippers. I went hunting for my luggage. We only had 2 vans. The bigger one we have emptied out completely. The smaller one now only holds the valuables and our bags. I looked through the window and couldn’t see my unmistakable pop print Milo bag! Where was it?

I asked M and he said that it was in the other van. No way, I said. We just emptied it out. He came to look and lo and behold, it dawned on him that he didn’t transfer it. Oh no! Now what am I going to do for the next 2 days? He felt bad. I was ok. Not too upset about it. He did try to make up for it the restbof the day. Which is a good thing. πŸ˜‰

After the market closed at 6.30pm we stopped at a local pharmacy to get some essentials. I only got make-up removal wipes which in actual fact they didn’t have, so I took baby wipes instead and a toothbrush. M t-shirt for bed and another one of his shirts for tomorrow. Not my style obviously, but it will have to do for now. πŸ˜› I might just be cheeky enough to let you guys see me in a polo shirt! Not something you can usually find me in. I have max 2 polo shirts and that might also be pushing it. Lets see how I feel tomorrow morning. Or rather later today.

Goose night, people! Sweet dreams!

P.s : Though it drove me nuts to write this on an Ipad, I perservered for you my kind readers (wah…so magnanimous of me) and the keypad keeps crashing/hanging driving me Β more over the edge but I made it! Phew!

Just so you don’t forget, i really dislike Ipads. I have no clear idea why. I just don’t.

Update: Found the picture of the luggage.

Isn’t it a beauty? Milo in pop art!

On a roll, baby!

Sleeping dog
Milo basking in the sun, Elba Island

THIS is what I want to do now. I dragged myself to the gym today and sweated it out for more than an hour tucking a cool 8.2km under my belt. I am not only feeling damn good but also darn proud with myself. Considering I had to drag myself in the first place. *beaming*

But as I was surfing the net, blogs and my photos and posting a photo in “Life in Photos” series I realised I have been very hardworking! I have been posting a post everyday from the moment I broke my “no blogging” streak. To keep up with this (as long as I can :P) I am going to schedule this post for tomorrow. It is September 12th already. That would prolong my streak by another day! πŸ™‚

I just had to write this down a put it out in the world to mark this day. When you read this it is the 13th. Another day, another post. Hopefully another fat busting run in the gym. Oh, wait! I booked a TRX class. Got to work them muscles for a lean, trim, mean machine!

Goose night people!! Good morning to the other side of the world!!

 

 

Crosswords are puzzling!

Hello! Since September started, I have been occupied. Friends came over for a visit for a week. They have just left yesterday for London. I had a great time with them! πŸ™‚

On a different note, I have been helping my nephew with his crossword puzzles in Italian, (super amazing,right? especially when my Italian sucks, big time!) and I got intrigued to get myself a crossword puzzle book too. Only problem was, I live in Italy, and ALL the crossword puzzle books on the stands are in Italian. So, I almost gave up on the idea on finding any English crossword puzzles until I get home to Malaysia or if I went to London by any chance.

But, I got lucky when I took the boys to Cannes for a visit. Cannes being the “international” environment that it is had shops which stock more English items. While we were strolling in the back lanes to avoid the hot sun, we stumbled upon an English bookshop! If I am not mistaken, that is even the name of the shop! No need to be all artsy-fartsy to find a name. The name said it all. After all, she might be the ONLY one in Cannes that is fully English. The owner is English too.

Then, I got luckier. πŸ™‚ I found the ONLY crossword puzzle book she had left AND it is a British production. Hmm…is this the right word to use? I have been mulling it over for 10 mins, looking for the word. I guess this will have to do. Production it is then. It had to be British because I have done some word puzzle games on my phone and it was agonizing. I don’t know some of the words or slangs because they were in American English.

All this luck ended, when I tried to do the crosswords. >_<Β  Why? I felt lost from the very first word across!! I think this book is like for professional crossword puzzlers. I am an amateur at this. I am used to doing the “pop” version of crossword puzzles. You know the ones that you find at the back of magazines and newspapers? Those, I am able to at least get some blank boxes filled. πŸ™‚ I am so bad at this crossword thingy.

I just thought to share my own sad shortcomings. My super awesome brain is working on low now… hahahahaha!!! I am tired. I should be in bed but I was hungry. Just so I don’t go to bed immediately after eating, I am writing this. How hardworking is that?

They say, the first step is always the hardest and I broke that no blogging thing today after almost 9 days of no blogging. Proud of myself! *beams*

So, this is for now. Goose night!!

Toodeloos!

Another year etched on the tree of life

shoe chocolates
Chocolate shoes! My idea of a cake topping. Ice-cream cake with chocolate shoe topping. Heaven!!

I wanted to share a recent picture of me but I can’t find my camera anywhere! I am actually in panic mode now but I am telling myself to calm down as I remember giving the camera to M 2 days ago. I will have to ask him about it tomorrow. Or rather later today. No wonder, I felt that there was something missing from my handbag the whole day yesterday. It is only after midnight here in Italy. We decided to close the shop early tonight. Almost on the dot, we closed our doors.

The recent picture is of my nephew Mattia and I, celebrating our birthdays. They left for Genoa on the 23rd, so we decided to go out for a family dinner on the 22nd to celebrate our birthdays. His birthday is today, the 29th. He turns 15. He just got his motorcycle license too and is very eager to get his hands on a scooter. I told him, we might get him one if we could find one cheap and good. The prices of petrol is now over Euro 2.10 per litre!! Crazy!! @_@

I did try to sell him on the idea of an electric motorcycle. After all he can only ride a 50cc one and if we make him pay for his own petrol he would definitely feel the pinch. πŸ˜›

Getting to the restaurant was quite an adventure which left my in-laws a little upset and on edge throughout the dinner and the whole night after. The place was a little far, and up in the mountains of Sardinia. Well actually it wasn’t that far, about 40-50kms away. But the road was winding and dark. There were no road lights. Also out van could only fit max 7, so 2 of them went by scooter. Another 2 who recommended and booked the place were in a SmartCar. We got lost a little which added to my in-laws’ anxiety. It didn’t help that my SIL and her friend were on the scooter trailing behind us. 2 ladies, at night, in the dark winding roads equals recipe for anxiety though they were behind us all the way.

After we got there, we found out that dogs were not allowed in. So I kept it hushed so that my MIL will not be upset. Somehow, someone opened their big mouths and asked where is Milo? The tranquility was shattered once again. She kind of refused to eat much of the rest of the dinner and took every opportunity to sit outside with Milo. Mind you, Milo was just outside the window right next to us. We had a full view of him and he, us. Watudu…., as they say in Malaysia, I have an over-protective MIL. She actually spoils Milo to a point that makes it hard for me to undo all the bad habits she has allowed. 😦

The icing on the night was or birthday cake. It was a strawberry ice-cream cake!! Yummeh!! It was gone in a flash!! Other than that, the food there was just ok. There was a baked lasagna like bread with cheese and cinnamon that was quite unusual but good. No photos of the food unfortunately because by the time we got there all of us were famished and I could feel the onset of my gastritis. We started eating. I only thought of taking a photo when the cake came out at the end of the dinner. >_<

The actual day of my birthday was spent unceremoniously. I felt the love from all my friends and family through their messages on BBM, FB, Twitter, and SMS. Thank you all!!!! M bought sushi for me for lunch cause he promised a Japanese dinner for my birthday but my FIL is here and he not such a fan of Japanese food. We couldn’t leave him on his own for dinner so M bought sushi for me as a surprise. I thought the plan was already scrapped. I felt loved!! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

I had only a glass of wine for myself at dinner, celebrating the day that I was born! Then it was back to work. A quiet day. I spent the whole day stuck on the computer though. πŸ˜› Replying messages and doing nothing but surfing the net and catching up on blogs. Blissful day, right?

Writing this entry on the balcony under a beautiful moon. Moons make me happy. Whenever I see a sliver of the moon, I start to smile and I will look up every night waiting for it be full and watch it slowly slip away day after day. πŸ™‚

So another year has come and gone. Am now starting on the next year of my life. I can truly say that I am enjoying the journey of my life and I look forward to all the adventures it has in store for me. Lets see where I will be next year.

Signing off from Porto Cervo , Sardinia.

Goose night!

Update: Found the camera and the here is the picture I wanted to share. πŸ™‚

Birthday celebrations!
The birthday boy and “girl” πŸ˜› with the amazing ice-cream cake.

Judging the world through rose tinted glasses…

This is how I would like to see the world. But reality sucks!

Why do we put our experiences and our view of the world on others? After a chat with some friends the other day, I realised I become very snappy when people pass judgement on how others live their lives. Once upon a time, (trust me, my friends can attest to that) I was also like them but I have learnt to not judge a book by its cover. I am not perfect, of course but I constantly remind myself that I cannot judge anyone until I have walked a mile in their shoes.

In my life I have experienced my share of racism and judgmental remarks on being Chinese, Asian, hungry third world immigrant and so much more, I have had people spit in my way and telling me as a chink to go back to my country. Mind you, I was there only for transit while I was still with the airlines. I have had vendors crudely remark that these Chinese tourist are only just here to touch and destroy everything and not buying. This is at a fruits and vegetable market. Another where a mad man, I call him mad as I was on the phone to my friend trying to locate her apartment building, when he comes up to me after exiting a coffee bar shouting insults telling me to F*#k off back to my country!Β  And so much more…

I have had good ones too! Or rather, I would like to take them as that. One being too colourful! I LOVE ❀ ❀ colours! They brighten me and everything around me! I have even been told that I am too chirpy! Just don’t catch me in the morning! πŸ˜› Not much of a morning person. A teacher once told me that “You cannot always do what like, but you can always like what you do”. I think she is right. I don’t have to love it but by not hating it, and learning to go with the flow whenever I am put in that position makes everything easier. I can even make it fun and before you know it, it is over. That way, I will always have good memories and no regrets. No “should haves”, “could haves”, “what ifs” and the likes.

With my experience, I have learnt not to do the same to others. Everyone has their own story and more often than not a very interesting one too! Once M told me he likes the way I see the world. This was once after we saw a couple who was dressed all in Goth with shocking pink hair which I found interesting and he said “what were they thinking!”. I said, why not? That is how they want to present themselves and they are confident in themselves. Not many people have the courage to pull that off and I like that. They are not infringing on others so why should we judge them only because we won’t do it ourselves? I am not adverse to pink as a hair colour just that it doesn’t suit me. I have had bright red hair before. Higlighted red and gold hair too! πŸ™‚ He told me that, that is what he likes about me. I always see a everything from a different point of view. *score!* πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

As time passes, as I get older, I like the person I have become and am going to be. Being a Virgo, I am analytical, critical by nature but I am going to put on my rose tinted glasses to make life more interesting and enjoy it for all its beauty and surprises!

Here is to rose tinted glasses! cin cin!!

 

Not a happy camper!

I have discovered to my dismay that my “Nike+Ipod” app is not working well on my Ipod. 😦 Since I started exercising (OMG, you can’t imagine how long it took me to spell exercise!! I really need to brush up, man!) again, I have been monitoring my running with this app. So far so good. Once, my data was not updated on the Nikeplus site because it was missing. I didn’t know what happened but the next day it was back and updated.

So this time I thought it would be the same. How wrong was I!! It has updated only till the 7th of August but since then I have been back at the gym at least 5 times and not once was it recorded at all! Dang it! Even today’s run was noted on my Ipod but after the run I went to check and it wasn’t there! How frustrating!! *_*

Is this normal? Is it normal for the Nike app to do this? Anyone knows?

I have reset the Ipod to their factory settings and restored everything. Fingers crossed, it works.

All my hard work down the drain. Well, not exactly. The hard work should technically be showing on my body but I want to track my progress! 😦

Luckily I didn’t sign up for one of those Nike+ weekly or monthly challenges. I would have failed miserably and not even due to my own laziness! Technical fault and through no fault of my own.

Now to drag my ass for more gym.

Toodeloos and goose night!!

Friday Blues!

I am not actually blue. It is Friday. I am on an island. Clear blue skies. Deep blue seas. All culminating into a very blue Friday!

blue skies in Sardinia
Blue skies, blue sea, blue outfit….feeling the blues!!

This photo was taken a few months back but at the same island that I am in now. It was a little cooler then. Hence the jeans, stockings and scarf. The weekend is here!! Though it makes not much difference to me here in the store as we are open everyday. It just means, (hopefully) that there will be more people mingling and maybe a sale or to 2 for us. πŸ™‚

In my last scatterbrain post, ( no worries, I plugged the huddle into a power source) I wrote about the hot tv news. (ok, it was lost so you didn’t actually read about it yet! :P) The news warned of the upcoming record high temperatures from the heat wave from Morocco. From that day, the 15th till the 23rd!! I wonder how much hotter will it be. It is, afterall, already 38 degrees! I think we will eventually reach melting point. LOL!!

My reasons to dislike summers is practically making their own case. Winning hands down! Everyone is complaining about the heat but do nothing about it. I mean, how is it possible to stay indoors when there is no wind (even with windows and doors all open), scorching sun and just a (or 2) puny stand fan to cool the ENTIRE house!! On top of that, please do not stay in front of that puny fan because direct wind while sweating is not good for you. It has to be metres away and not too strong. At 1 would be just perfect. @_@!!

No one really believes in air-conditioning nor ceiling fans. I have no idea why!? That is why this summer’s apartment we have here is by far THE BEST ever!! Immaculate apartment. It has everything we would ever need. It was complete with all the daily necessities. It is a little elevated with unblocked views, which also means very windy. Even without the wind, it is cool inside. The apartment complex has beautiful lush greenery which helps cool the place and all kept in order by a gardener everyday! AND…it has a ceiling fan in the master bedroom!! It is much welcomed after a loooooooooong day at the shop. Cool and comfortable sleep. No mozzies either!! A hop, skip away from the shop! Perfect combo for a great summer!!

For this I am thankful for how everything has turned out in our favour! We couldn’t find a reasonable place to rent at first so we waited. This was our reward for being calmΒ  and patient. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

As they say, “Patience is a Virtue!!”

Thank you to the world!

Happy to have a good, clean, cool and comfortable place to rest every night!

Toodeloos from the blue, blue Porto Cervo, Sardinia!

Ferragosto in Italia!

Porto Cervo
Clear waters of Porto Cervo port.

Today is Ferragosto! An Italian mid-August holiday. I have linked in English what this holiday means but the Italian has more details. The gist of the day is explained in both languages.

arrgghhhhh……I wrote like a whole page for this entry and it all went to the dogs because I didn’t realise that my internet huddle was out of battery. Clicked publish and poof! it all went missing. I spent the last 3 hours on this post. Being constantly interrupted as I am in the shop. I don’t have anymore time to re-write this. I don’t want to. It is almost midnight and Ferragosto is coming to an end. It will be the 16th soon and the whole point of the post was about this day.

I will make a better effort for the next post and not be such a scatterbrain!! In my defence, I am in the shop and there are clients walking in and out all the time. πŸ™‚

Good night from Sardinia! Toodeloos!