MI5- Not 9 to 5

I have a new post American Idol obsession. It's every Thursday night on Hallmark Channel. That's right folks, Miss Gan's current (non-shoe related) obsession is a TV series called Spooks. It stars Matthew McFayden and a lot of other British actors whose names I can't remember.

The plots are always intelligent, the conversation always witty and the characters people that you really would admire. One of the main characters, Tom (played by Matthew Mcfayden; Mr Darcy in the Kiera Knightly Pride and Predjudice) is a senior officer at MI5. He's not particularly goodlooking, but the character has so much grit, compassion and strength that would leave me and my aunt (who'd watch with me) ooohhhiing and aahhhingg...

Thing is, Tom's girlfriends are all nincompoops!

He's this guy, brilliantly smart, macho-er than Brad Pitt, big big heart and committed to a cause bigger than himself. Yet, his girlfriends would always make him choose between his spy job or her (at least up until the episodes they show in Malaysia) or demand for his time while he's busy foiling a terrorist attack on the parliment.

I don't get it!

How can you not love a man who can have so much compassion and strenght for a cause bigger than himself? How on earth can you love a man, but not the whole of him? How???


I reckon I'd be a very good spy girlfriend.

Oh yes!

Don't forget to feed them.

Feed them, nurture them and support their favourite team. They'll be eating out of our hands.

*diamond bling*

World Cup FEVERRRRRR!!!!

Australia beat Japan 3-1!!!! Japan, whom I have held in such high esteem. That was a big blow. All the guys at work looked pretty low in spirits today - guess they too, thought Japan was a clear winner. Australia and football... *shrug*

Anyway, I haven't watched one single match yet this time - been occupied the whole weekend. But I LOVE the world cup!

I mean, what's not to love about it?

Testerone at all time high, sweaty men in shorts, real men at their weakest.
If you ask for a diamond ring in exchange for the tv remote, this is the time where you'll most likely get what you want. You've just got to put up with a little bit of insanity.

How to change a tire

I had a flat tyre and guess what?!?
I don't know how to change a flat tyre!

I've always had a willing male to change my tyres everytime i've had a flat tyre.
So what is a girl to do now that she's single -brother and father out of town ?

There's always google! Hahah.
I typed 'How to change a tyre' and this is what came out:
http://www.openroad.com.au/motoring_driverknowhow_changeatyre.asp

So I got changed, put on my sports shoes and my bandanna to keep the hair of my face, and set out to master the art of changing a flat tyre.

Everything went well, according to instructions but I couldn't open the bloody nuts.
I used my arms, stepped on it, almost jumped on the lunge but it still refused to budge.
At that point, a guy stopped his car to offer help.

The problem was solved in 5 minutes. *grin*

Faith and Lashes

Faith and confidence are two very different things. One is what you believe blindly, but fervently. The other is what you believe because you know it is true.

When I was 15, my German friend taught me a little lash-related belief. If your lash falls out, pick it up, make a wish and blow it away. If another lash falls out, then your wish will come true.

When the-boyband-of-the-moment came to Sabah (I'm not going to mention the boyband's name. The thought of the old boyband days make me cringe!), a lash fell and I fervently, fervently wished that I'll meet them. Another lash fell out, and yes, I got to meet them.

Since then, I was a true convert and a lash faithful. With every lash that fell, I would make a wish. They've never realy worked since my boyband days, but I felt an obligation every time a lash falls.

Today I got news that a really good friend of mine got injured. I went to the washroom to wash my face, and spotted a fallen lash. I wished that he would be ok, blew it away. Another lash fell down.

Faith and confidence are two very different things, but holding on to a believe blindly is better than not believing at all.

Science

If I were a scientist I would study the male brain. I really would.

Dentists

Going to a new dentist feels almost like turning up at the clinic naked with your handbag. You never can hide anything from them, these dentists.

They make you lie on your back, and use all these gismos and gadgets to move you. Once you open up (wide), they prod and probe and 'hmmmpp' and 'tsk tsk'. In that brief minute, they'd be able to tell you if you floss, if you're on a low carbo diet, if you smoke, if you've been kissing lately, if you haven't been kissing lately, if you get enough sleep, if you suck your thumb and all the bad habits you must have had when you were 10 years old.

Then they'll tell you what you need. They put strange things into your mouth and do all sorts of unnatural things to your teeth.

When that is over, you come out, frazzled and eager to leave. You then take your purse out of the handbag and hand your credit card to the receptionist.

Lashes

Today vanity almost got the better of beauty.
I almost went to perm my eye lashes.