I just got hit on by another girl, through Friendster.

Does that mean that my market value's gone up??

Work email's been down since yesterday, and still is today. We've also lost all our earlier emails which we haven't saved.

Methinks we should shut down all government services, and just call it an early day...... *haha*

And the bakeries too! I just wanted to eat EVERY cake and cookie in the shop......

Why do Parisien wet markets look so much better than ours????? *sigh*

Breakfast in a small cafe behind my hotel in London. I just wanted to show off the picture. *haha*

'Nuff said. =P

One of my fav museums in Paris - Musee D'Orsay. And not for the art mind you (although they did have a number of greats...), but more for the beautiful conservation that was done on the former train station. Absolutely lovely. With a combination of the 2 - good works and a fantastic space - its no wonder its one of the most popular museums among both the French and visitors alike.

*ahem* that suspicious blue packet sitting next to me are my supervisor's Haribo gummy bears, I swear......

An opportunity of a lifetime - dining at the famous (and infamously difficult to get seats at) Jamie Oliver's Fifteen restaurant. Singlehandedly orchestrated by yours truly, I made sure to call London up to make reservations a week and half prior to the dinner date, and made a reservation at the Trattoria (ie the only section I could afford).

I have to admit it was more the hype than anything else. I walked in with purple Tate Modern plastic bag - not the most glam of ways to enter a restaurant I've been gaga-ing about for the last few years.

It was a nice place, comfortably decked out as with most restaurants in London (I've been spoilt by the people who've bought most of my business lunches/dinners I've had there). The food was just good, better than the usual fair. But I have to admit I was expecting more than spetacular. And for 20 pounds a person, bearing in mind the 3 to 1 exchange rate, it was a tad pricey. I'd rather eat at Valentinos in Bukit Timah anytime.

But anyhows, here's a pic of the interior of the Trattoria to satisfy the curiosity of anyone who's thinking of going there. =)

This, is proof that sex sells. *chuckle*

These yummy looking boys jumped out of a chiller truck along the busy streets next to the Tulleries (in Paris) with trays of yummy yogurt (topped with bits of frozen strawberries!) for sale. Hoards, and I mean HOARDS, of women crowded round to pick one up (yougurt lah). What could be a better combination than yougurt and yummy men in tight white shirts and pants?? *chuckle*

I've always held this theory - Crazy Horse in Spore din work out coz local men are stingy and get more camp stuff (with action) for less money. But if you replaced that with a male strip club, I'm sure it'll be a hit here. I know a lot of curious local women who'd probably pay just to see a yummy boy.

Kickass Zero

That's me in the cockpit of a Japan Zero fighter, one of the few Japanese planes left flying in the world (I think). I've always thought its an extremely "kiam-pa" airplane (aka kickass), hence the facial expression..... =P

In case you don't know what a Japanese Zero is - its Japan's key fighter aircraft in World War 2. Lots of Jap pilots did their banzai thing with the plane in the war, and this plane can turn tighter than most Allied airplanes. I don't fully understand my fascination with enemy aircraft, but somehow, its always kinda cool to see the other side of things, esp of the war. ;-)