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Saturday, July 30, 2005

Room Dilemma

Moving can be such a pain - especially the part where you view properties and compete with other people for the prime and affordable locations, and need to make decisions within hours - having a couple of days is a luxury. Do you decide to keep that superbly located room you viewed just two hours ago, which lacks one or two things that would make it absolutely perfect and sign on the dotted line? Or would you pass it by forever, only for nothing better to come and kick your ass for being an idiot?

Its difficult. Fortunately for me, I was able to physically visit several potential locations first-hand - many people don't get that priviledge. I learnt that the university's postgraduate accommodations are too far out to be practical - two hours travelling everyday for a minimum of six days a week (five days lectures, one going out!) is going to be an absolute killer.

My criteria? Walking time should be within twenty minutes from my university. If not, there should be no more than a total of thirty minutes from doorstep to doorstep via the Underground, with no changes in lines. The nearer to Central London the better. The closer to Greater London, the cheaper I would expect to pay (or get something bigger).

Armed with the accommodation office's list which was a day old, I immediately set out to work - calling up landlords and managers. It was disheartening at first - most of them informed me that their properties were taken up. And its not even peak season yet. That's in September.

Eventually I managed to get a viewing. The rent was astronomical (£900) for a tiny ensuite room (a bed which folds up into the wall gives you an idea of the tiny space). Of course, this being the first room I viewed left me in a somewhat depressed state.

The second was much better, with a very desirable location. At £780 for an ensuite room that is 1.5 times the size of my current room, it was pretty good! The only problem was that the bed was too close to the kitchen facilities, but some rearranging could easily do the trick.

The third was located on one of the more prestigious shopping streets - for £550 I would get a small room (a bit small for my liking) to be compensated with by access to a HUGE lounge and a modern kitchen - the landlady doesn't stay put for long as she likes to travel, which is a big bonus. Very cheap for its location - its a family apartment which they rent out partly to get sufficient money to cover the bills. Unfortunately the lady turned up much later than agreed (she was nice enough to drive down from the countryside over two hours away though), and we missed the train back. Great. We stayed overnight at a hotel. (My plan was to go back home and return to London the next day, don't ask about the complicated arrangements)

The next day (today) saw me visiting the university's accommodations (refer to beginning of post). Another place just two blocks from room #2 was also paid a visit - a very high chance I might just take up this place, except for a few complaints: 1) trains are nearby and distracting (can be dampened with heavy curtains) 2) no laundry facilities!!! (landlord claims that he had some machines but people tried to break into them...) 3) It needs a proper oven and a bigger fridge (need to negotiate..). Otherwise, it would be perfect, at £130 a week with all bills included.

Place #5 is at a very prestigious address - Chelsea - the very word would be in my address itself if I choose to take up a place at the ensuite apartments there - very modern and well equipped with 24 hour porter service! Only grouse is that it is a little small, but at £823 a month (renting a proper one bedroom apartment at the same building costs more per year than what I would earn as a fresh graduate) it is reasonable. You pay for the address. Which could be important because apparently some companies pay attention to your address; a good postcode would show to them that you have 'arrived'.

Number 6 was the last view of the day, to live with a landlady. At £650 per month, it includes bills, and the interior design is absolutely stunning, with a very expensive German kitchen installed. The landlady (in her 50s) has an issue with bringing outsiders in though, so I am a bit wary about that. Her original advertisement stated that she was looking for a male postgraduate student - the reasoning behind it being that its usually the guys who disappear to their girlfriend's places! Get the joke? Lol!

Anyhow, preliminary analysis suggests that 2-6 would be highly possible. Urgh, I don't know whether to pick one from these or to wait for a little while (something I don't really have). Especially since I would be in Malaysia for a month or so.

Update: I have decided on #3.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

I got phished!

Today I received my first ever phishing email. It was purportedly sent by Lloyd's TSB Bank, which immediately raised a red flag, since I do not bank with them.

(there was a low quality Lloyd's TSB logo here)

Security Notice

Dear Lloyds TSB Account Holder,
During our regularly scheduled account maintenance and verification
procedures, we were unable to verify your account information.
This might be due to either one of the following reasons:

1. A recent change in your personal information (ie change of address).

2. Submitting invalid information during the initial enrollment process.

3. An inability to accurately verify your account information due to an
internal error within our processors.

We demand that you take 5 minutes out of your online experience and
renew your records to avoid running into any future problems with the
online service. However, failure to update your records will result in your
account suspension. Once you have updated your account records your
internet banking service will not be interrupted and will continue as normal.

Further red flags:

The use of language. 'We demand'? Horrific PR!

A further analysis:
The official Lloyd's TSB website is http://www.lloydstsb.com/
The email links you to http://www.lloydstsb-staff.com/, which has been shutdown (by authorities I presume), eventhough in the email it pointed to an apparently legitimate site in Lloyd's itself.

Note: Never ever ever ever open the links from such emails. Always use the main webpages of the company in question. If in doubt, CALL YOUR COMPANY UP AND VERIFY.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Restaurant Smaka - Review

Restaurant Smaka describes itself as a 'classical Swedish restaurant with a modern twist'. Or something to that effect. It was recommended to us by the staff at our hotel lobby.

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The front of the restaurant

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The inside of the restaurant

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Some extra shot I've thrown in

In Sweden, they do not use metal knives with their butter. Or so I read in the guidebook I was lugging around. Instead, they use wooden knives. A novelty item indeed, I managed to get two of them with different shapes as souvenirs courtesy of the waitress.

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The wooden knife in action.

We had a starter, and a main meal each.
The starter consisted of three parts: Some bread with caviar on the left, toast with some shrimp cocktail in the middle, and some veal on the right.

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The starter

The three main meals were: Swedish meatballs with mash potatoes and lingonberries (First picture below, left), and Salmon gravlax with potatoes (First picture below, right). The other was grilled lemon sole with cauliflower sauce and fennel. (Second picture below).

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The Swedish meatballs were absolutely FANTASTIC. I kid you not. Normally I don't like meatballs, but this blew me away! Much much better than the stuff at IKEA. The gravlax was not too bad either.

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Some caviar added for a nice touch.

Verdict? Absolutely satisfying, delicious food and filling too. A must go when you're in Gothenburg City, Sweden.

Friday, July 22, 2005

The Bombing Experience Company

The Bombing Experience Worldwide Company is a multinational company run in many countries. Here, I interview Uusama been Leaden, the CEO of Al Queer-a, which is the parent company of Bombing Experience Worldwide.

First of all, a brief background of the Company:

The Bombing Experience company has in recent years gone international in Europe and America, being mostly confined to the Middle East before this. They have been around for many years, producing shows in countries such as Yemen. Their big break, however, came in September 11, 2001, when in the words of Uusama been Leaden, "We gave our best show to date". They regularly perform in many major cities in Iraq, and recently have started their show in London, with the curtain raiser on July 7 2005.

elb: What does the BE package consist of?
Uusama: The BE package, it is very flexible. We are creative at making the best Bombing Experience you would ever encounter - you might be literally engulfed in the heat that you won't even realise it! We have flown aircraft into buildings before. We have blown trains, both above and underground. We have created holes in mighty battleships. We have loyal actors who would readily give themselves up to ensure that the BE legacy lives on.

How much do spectators need to pay to watch?
It is absolutely free. The more, the better.

Where do your actors come from?
We hire only the best - young impressionable minds, whom we mould to our desires. Our main training grounds are located in Pakistan and Afghanistan, and we send the actors many years ahead, to blend in with the local culture so that they would be able to give the best performance in their lives during their one second of fame.

Wonderful! Where would your next performance be?
We cannot divulge this information. We love to give surprises. However, we have just recently added London to our main performances; in addition to the usual Iraq performances. We have plans to open theatres on major stages - we are looking very strongly at the possibilities of including Germany, Denmark, and Italy.

Amazing. How much are your actors paid?
We offer a dual pay package. The first is monetary - up to several thousand dollars is given to the actor's family. Once the show is complete, he will be sent to a wonderful place with plenty of young, untouched supple women to enjoy, and an unfinishable supply of the best food.

Are there any requirements to want to become an actor in the Bombing Experience Company?
The most important is that you must have a strong desire to want to give yourself in order to further push the limits of the BE and to enhance the Experience for everyone. Once that is done, we will sponsor your training in Pakistan. No problem.

Is it easy to stage a BE?
No, it is not. There are some people who do not appreciate the eye candy that we bring to the scene. They do not like orange, yellow and red colours amongst the dreary gray of their concrete jungles.

We recently heard that a few of your actors failed to produce the London BE, but instead ran away in shame.
Yes, it is most unfortunate that the July 21 2005 show was let down due to technical difficulties. We cannot let everyone down since top class BEs are expected from us. No more mistakes!

Disclaimer: This satirical piece of work is the result of my imagination. Please link back here, or at the very least give me credit.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Caught in London's second round

I glanced up, my attention caught by the radio as I filled in my forms. 'bomb... injured.. explosion... Underground'. Shit. I was stuck in the centre of London, and those were one of the last things that I had wanted to hear. Sure enough, as we had done our business, we walked back to the Underground station - to find that more lines were closed. The only quick conceivable way was to take the bus to our intended destination - so we decided to walk (A walk which took almost 9 hours, with a few hours set aside for shopping - it's the summer sales for goodness sakes!).

We had arrived an hour or so earlier - there were no less than 30 police at the station, some brandishing assault rifles, if I remember clearly. Half of them were playing the role of mobile tourist and traffic information centres to travellers. Probably the police were focused too much on the major stations, so the smaller ones were easier targets. Or maybe they were stretched too thin. No idea.

We were forced to take a much longer route than usual and had to change lines on an otherwise direct line - the Central line was out, as was a large part of Piccadilly and small bits of the other lines. People were edgy - when only one line out of several is running, there is a bloody HUGE crowd; you could feel the tension in some people as they glanced around scrutinizing fellow travellers, trying to be discreet. Many others behaved with the usual indifference of Londoner tube travellers, but you could still feel the tension in the air.

As expected, the lines immediately cut off when I tried to dial several people to try to find out more news. It wasn't that bad though - after three hours some calls were beginning to connect. We dined at a small Chinese cafe instead of Chinatown, the original destination thwarted by the new incidents; followed by a dessert at a cafe where we watched the incidents unfold live on television - including the live arrest of a suspect outside Downing Street.

We popped by Harrods for a short while. It was startlingly quiet despite the sales - I attribute this to the fact that the Piccadilly Underground line that it was on was shut down. We passed by double decker buses with policemen standing at the doors - which gives a somewhat sense of security, but in reality, suicide bombers will kill if they want to. We grabbed a copy of the Evening Standard as the vendor was unpacking the bundles. The news was on paper barely 6 hours after it happened - hot off the print!

One of the streets off Park Lane was cordoned off - I was surprised, because it wasn't anywhere near any of the earlier incidents. Later on when I looked at some of the travellers, I had some disturbing images flash into my mind. I wondered - what if someone loaded a huge piece of luggage with explosives, walked along the High Street or even worse the now very cramped Underground and did his deed? What if someone discreetly slipped some of this stuff into the bags of otherwise innocent commuters - the very opposite of pickpocketing? I shaked at that thought.

Along Edgware Road, we saw a small booth run by two Muslims with some paraphernalia. There was a banner, with the names such as Abraham, Jesus, and Moses on it. I smiled at the young lad behind the crude desk as I scanned through the material he had - he offered me two copies of material which I accepted.

'What religion are you?'
'Well, we are Muslims, and we believe that Jesus...'
'Nabi Isa'

He was startled for a moment, probably from the shock that a Chinese knew Jesus' Arabic name, but quickly carried on.

*Nodding* 'Yes, Nabi Isa, we believe that he is a prophet.'

Not wanting to start the age old arguement, I merely nodded. 'I come from a largely Muslim country, so I do know a bit about what you are talking about (especially when the authorities force it down your throat in spades under the guise of Sejarah*).' On a more serious level though I have studied Islam before briefly - as a Christian, I believe that it is important to know about the other major religion which shares more or less similar roots. Although I do admit that my memory about it has mellowed quite a bit.

I gave him a smile. 'I think it is good that you are here, sharing and helping the English to understand Islam a little bit better - that the two of us share the same bond from before Isaac and Ishmael. To help them see that Islam isn't all that bad'

He looked at me - we locked eyes for that very instant and he smiled. 'I hope so too. Insya-Allah**'

'Insya Allah'.

(cue small talk for a couple of minutes as we got to know each other a little bit better).

*Sejarah = History.
**Insya-Allah = God willing

Monday, July 18, 2005

Feskekorka (Fish Church)

One of the first things that we did in Gothenburg City was to seek out the Fish Church. Unfortunately, it wasn't what I had in mind. I was imagining a stone Gothic cathedral which housed a fish market instead of pews. Bah. Was I so wrong.

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Please forgive the wrong metering setting.

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The airy interior.

They sold all kinds of fish there; I took a few pictures as usual. The tuna is amazing though. It looked so absolutely fresh that if I had some soy sauce and wasabi I'd have bought some there and then.

It would have been almost a waste of time except for a small stall which was selling various types of (cheap) fish roe. I purchased a small plastic jar of 'supreme caviar' - some fish roe with garlic, dill, and mayonaisse/ oil based spread. It went superbly with cinnamon buns.

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The supreme caviar can be seen to the right of the huge tub with white stuff.

Sunday, July 17, 2005


One of the faux pas that many Malaysians commit while travelling is well, failing at tipping. After all, how many people would give a second thought to it especially when a 10% service charge is inbuilt into the bill, even for cheap items? In my opinion (and lets face it), Malaysians in general being the stingy/ignorant/enter-choice-word-here people they usually are, would more than likely conviniently forget to tip.

Well, why do we tip?
From my observations and from what I've heard, waiters are generally paid less compared with other kitchen staff. They make up for this shortfall by earning tips from customers - although the amount they get can vary enormously depending on the quality of service, the mood of the customers, and obviously the price of the final bill.

If the waiter does something beyond what is required, such as calling a cab for you, tip more - to cover the cost of the call and as a way of thanking him for doing more than what was required of him. Or if the tour guide accommodates requests outside of the planned itenary - then it is worth a good tip!

But tipping sounds like bribing!
Not exactly. It depends on when money is exchanged - if you pay to get something done, then that is bribing. Tipping is done as a gesture of thanks for doing something. How ironical it is that Malaysians excel at the former but not the latter.

Who do we tip?
It depends. In some countries we do not need to as it is included/ forbidden by law. As a rule of thumb, I recommend bearing in mind that anything that relates to services (including restaurants/ cafes, taxis, bellboys, bartenders, tour guides) should get tipped.

How would I know whether I should tip?
Read the invoice/ cheque. Many places drop a hint by saying 'Service not included'. Other places plonk in a percentage - say 20%. But beware! That percentage could very well be the government tax, and may not represent the inclusion of any tips.

If in doubt, look it up on a website before travelling. Or your travel guide books. Or ask the locals. Or better yet, examine the reaction of your waiter when he receives the tip - a bright smile tells you you've given beyond the expected norm.

How much do we tip?
The rule of thumb in many places is, 10% (up to 20% in some places) of the total bill or enough to pay for a small drink, which ever is bigger. The service charge is inbuilt into the final total automatically if the charge is too big however; this I suspect is due to the fact that a 10-15% increment's pinch can be felt rather harshly at these prices (so the customer might feel like undercutting the amount deserved), or it helps the need to return too many coins (A good waiter returns some change in coins so that the customer can decide how much to give).

However, one thing to bear in mind is that if any inconvinience is caused to you not by the waiter, but the kitchen instead (which could explain why the food is slow), it is harsh to 'punish' the waiter for something beyond his control. If the waiter is slow in serving you the menu because he is busy cleaning up after lunch, well, I don't see any reason not to cut down on the expected tips.

Some people argue that the 'skill' required for opening a 10 Euro and a 100 Euro bottle of wine is the same; therefore the tippage for these sort of stuff should be fixed.

I got shortchanged! My meal cost me 15 Euroes; I paid 20, but I only got back 3!
Some waiters don't trust tourists - so they help themselves to their share of the tip. A bit rude of them I must say, but I suppose she had more than her fair share of customers who didn't tip.

Okay I'm bored enough. Give me a story!
Alright here we go: We had lunch in a restaurant in Czechoslovakia (I think the name is more elegant than the Czech Republic; bite me), and it was time to pay the bill. After double checking with the waiter that tip was not included; I recalled that the Lonely Planet guidebook suggested rounding up to the next twenty kroner. However for some reason my English was bad that instant: The bill was X12 Kr, and I paid X30 Kr.

He was not happy. He commented that he'd rather get no tips than to get 18 Kr in tips, which would be insufficient for him to buy a 300ml of Pilsner Urquell (beer is even cheaper than some mineral water and soft drinks in Czech!). There was confusion for a while; his English was not very strong and we obviously spoke no Czech. At the end of his explanation he returned the change. I shrugged and pursed the cash; then stood up and got ready to leave.

Then all of the sudden he asked us whether we had understood what he was saying, and where we were from. He then mumbled something; we did not catch it however. He refused to repeat because it was apparently not a nice thing that he said, but we presume it to be connected with experiences with his previous Malaysian employer (cough cough). We made our move when 5 minutes later I realised that he had given back all the change and that I had forgotten to tip him out of absent-mindedness. No wonder he was raising a fuss! But never mind, I sort of atoned for it by tipping the next person a whooping 30%.

I hope I did not confuse anyone? :P

Note: All the above is based solely on my experiences while travelling.
Note: I will NOT be pinging any of my travel experiences any longer to PPS from now on. I have a lot of material which I will blog at my own pace. If you want to read, pop by and you might be lucky!

Friday, July 08, 2005

Around Copenhagen/ Restaurant Parnas

Amongst some of the other things to see in Copenhagen:

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The Marble Church

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The Little Mermaid (overrated piece of trash if you ask me)

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Forget looking out for sports cars, look out for huge ass ocean liners!

By the time dinner came, we looked out for some food (at 9pm!). Most of the restaurants around the docks were expensive touristy junk, which we passed. Eventually we came across the Globe Restaurant.

We had two appetizers: one consisting of a platter of herrings marinated in three styles. The usual sugar/ dill marinade, tomato-ish marinade, and mustard based marinade. Not too bad. The second French onion soup. Too salty though.

The main meals:

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Fried wild boar in sauce with potatoes and vegetable sides. A bit tough, but I suppose that is to be expected with game meat.

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Fried potatoes and something else topped with fried eggs. Okay lah.

But the dish of the day was:
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Look at that! Goodness gracious all that pork belly deep fried until no moisture is left! A whole bloody crackling! And no sauce! We all gave some of our food sympathetically; luckily the French onion soup was consumed before. We blamed it on the chef, who wanted to close down the restaurant for the night (it was like around 10pm then), although it most probably had to do with the fact that it was cheap (the boar costs twice the amount).

Update: I got the restaurant's name wrong. Erk. Its not Restaurant Globe (we ate there for a different meal), but Restaurant Parnas. Apologies for any confusion.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

London posts - so what?

A few of us bloggers are chatting in mIRC, watching as London pings flow in at an earnest pace. And we are thinking, so what? Most of these pings are just copy and paste, and we can get something better at BBC or CNN. By the time you ping about it, it is no longer 'breaking news' as a couple claim.

And most of you who blog about it aren't even in London, let alone in the UK, and are not affected by the blast in any way at all. Did you even know half of the names of the stations that were blasted before this incident? (King's Cross doesn't count)

The majority of us don't even give your post a second look. Once we've seen one (or read BBC/ CNN/ some news page first), we've seen them all. ONLY if you experienced the bombings in some way should you blog about it. But who am I to tell you want to blog about?

Let me tell you something more interesting than your copy and paste entries. My friend went down to London early this morning to pick up his folk. I have not been able to contact him yet; his mobile is mysteriously switched off. My folk are due in tomorrow as well, I am concerned about what will happen over the next few hours. One of the blasts occured near a place I am considering living in later this year - and if this is what will be happening continually, I will reconsider my decision to study at London.

See what I am talking about? Same goes for the Olympics etc.

Update: My friend and his family have made it safely to their destination after getting stuck in Central London for 8 hours - they passed through the Edgware St Underground bomb site 5 minutes before it happened.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Carlsberg Brewery

The next day after suffering in the strangely warm room of ours and having excellent wienerpastry for breakfast (that's Danish pastry for you), we set out in search of the Carlsberg brewery. It included a walk past Copenhagen's red light district, and past a cafe called Restaurant Spunk. No way I'm eating there. After a while, we had a feeling that we were lost, so we asked a local for help. He pointed us in the opposite direction. Great.

Skeptical, I found a postman on his rounds nearby. He gave us directions to the brewery (we were going the right way, only it was much much further than thought), after making sure that we were not after the Carlsberg Art Centre (Carlsberg contributes heavily into art, culture, and science; something they still do to this day).

The brewery compound was huge, it took us over half an hour to reach the visitor's centre after passing through the 'main entrance'. Okay, mainly cause we were busy walking slowly and taking pictures, but hey.

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The arch at the brewery

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The Carlsberg elephants

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A huge collection of beer from all over the world

Nothing much to say, tons of videos and all that, exhibitions, facts and figures (apparently they sell like a few thousand bottles per second!), bla bla bla.

At the end, we traded in 2 of our Carlsberg drink cards (we had a total of 6 between us) for a sample of 4 of the company's drinks. They were of the Jacobsen label.

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From left to right: Bramley Wit, Dark Lager, Brown Ale, Saaz Blonde

Verdict? Like most commercial beers, the beers were... flat.

p.s. If someone could enlighten me on the differences between Carlsberg, Tuborg and Jacobsen, it would be much appreciated!

Valhal Restaurant

At Tivoli, we wanted to try out a Danish buffet spread at one of the restaurants for dinner, but it was sadly full. So we walked around, fiddled with pictures and the like and eventually saw this structure:

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Valhal Restaurant. We checked out the map of Tivoli: Viking Cuisine!

I mean, rawr! So we went closer. It was a buffet! Even sweeter!

We climbed up the stairs (the bottom floor was occupied by some ride), to be greeted with the interior:
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There was also some nice Viking decor right next to the table:

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A Viking helmet was also present but only can be seen from the bottom in this picture due to perspective.

After paying for the food, it was time to attack!

Was too hungry to take pictures. However towards the end there was a point where the cook was not busy for a short while and I managed to get him to pose for me with his dishes.

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They are

(L to R, top):
Roasted / steamed chicken thighs
Roasted vegetables
Roasted beef (hidden by the vegetables)
Roast pork (this was superb!!!)
Gravy for roast beef (right behind the pork)
Another chicken dish (a tad too salty but also good)
Roast potatoes with creamy cheese sauce
Bread basket (well at least part of it; not included for composition purposes)

All the meats were tender and fell apart easily under the knife, with the exception of the beef which was a tad bit harder.

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Various vegetables. No idea, I didn't touch any of it. How unhealthy of me! ;)

Note: Valhal, also known as Valhalla, is in Norse mythology the hall of slain heroes, ruled by the king of the gods, Odin, in the realm of the gods, Asgard. The hall had 540 doors, through each of which 800 heroes could walk abreast, and the roof was made of shields. The souls of heroic soldiers killed in battle were brought to Valhalla by warrior maidens called Valkyries. The heroes fought during the day, but their wounds healed before night, when they banqueted with Odin.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005


Tivoli is Copenhagen's Disneyland. In fact as I mentioned briefly, it provided Walt Disney with the inspiration to start Disneyland.

The place has tons of restaurants, predominantly of the Danish and International category (review of a restaurant next!), with only a single (adult) roller coaster and a vertical drop ride with a few other thrill rides.

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At 11pm, they put up a show as a tribute to Hans Christian Anderson. Yes, that master of fairy tales. We waited at the wrong spot though; by the time the parade participants informed us otherwise, we had crap positions.

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I forgot the name of this fairy tale

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The Little Mermaid

And at 11.45pm, they have a laser/water/mist show. Truly spectacular.

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Flat Denmark

Well it was off for my trip! We could see from our window the guy loading up the luggage onto the plane. He was pretty rough with it. I managed though to capture an intriguing expression on his face. Is it one of exasperation? Tiredness? Fed-up? Worried?

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Anyway we had some nice views along the way.

Denmark is flat, flat, FLAT. It reminded me of the Netherlands, with less canals.

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Can you see the optical illusion provided by with the clouds and the horizon?

Anyway, we then went to Copenhagen's central train station. We met this young lass and asked her for some help on the way there; we chatted a little and found out that she's studying English and philosophy at the University of Copenhagen. Very nice girl!

Then later, we adjourned to Tivoli, the inspiration for Walt Disney to create Disneyland. If the name Tivoli might sound familiar to some, just look up Anwar Ibrahim's case of gross indecency.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Live from Göteburg

Nothing much people, just standing up entering a quick blog entry before going to bed. Am currently at Göteburg (Gothenburg City in English), Sweden. Came here from Copenhagen. Let me tell you guys, the meatballs the Swedes serve is a hundred times better than your IKEA at Mutiara Damansara. Good food, rapidly declining bank balance, what more can I say? Hehhehheh. Am off to sleep, going elsewhere tomorrow