Shopping, shopping, shopping

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After having breakfast and doing laundry in a nearby laundromat, Wil (pictured here showing off his really really nice Armani Jacket) and I spent the whole day shopping for kitchen and bathroom for his apartment. We walked south across Hyde Park towards South Kensington High Street. We checked out several shops, including Habitat and Laura Ashley, where we ended up picking out a wallpaper. At the end of the street, we made an appointment with "Magnet", a kitchen store, for Wednesday. I'll be going by myself though, as Wil would've already left for India by then. We then went to Earl's Court and had lunch there, in a Filipino restaurant. We had grilled stuffed fish and kare kare.

After lunch we went to Oxford Street, to the John Lewis department store to look at their kitchen showroom.

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While walking along Oxford Street, a fitted-out car passed by, blowing bubbles, driven by an old man singing to a microphone with a loudspeaker. He was all bubbly and happy. He sang a tune I didn't recognize... "Raining in My Heart". It was very effective in that just about everyone who saw it instantly flashed a big smile on their faces when they realized it was the old man driving and singing the silly song. After sometime he changed the tune to something more easily recognizable... "Here Comes the Sun" by The Beatles. He was promoting a company offfering handyman services.

We dropped by Selfridges first to look for some kitchen stufff, but we ended up spending most of our time there checking out the men's clothing section.


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Scary Movie V (A Postscript to the Trilogy)

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Fear is fair game. Ask insurance companies, they know you're afraid of what might happen. They've made an art form of extracting money from you in exchange for their best selling product: peace of mind. Just hope and pray nothing wrong does happen. They've made an even higher art form of not giving money - or giving as little, in as much delay, and with as much difficulty as possible - to insurance claimers.

If there isn't enough fear to make good business out of, one can always elevate something mildly irritating into a fullblown menace. Ask pharmaceutical companies. If they can help it, they'd classify being tired after exerting some physical effort as some sort of disease that everyone should be afraid of. They of course, would have the cure, and you'll have to buy it if you want to be well. Why take a rest (Not a reliable cure!) when you can pop a pill in your mouth (It's formulated by a scientist wearing a white coat! It's dispensed by a pharmacist with a name tag! Also in a white coat!) to relieve yourself of fatigue? I wonder how much longer it will be before they successfully lobby the right people in Washington to classify menopause as a medical condition for which they can sell you the treatment.

Did you hear about the Bin Laden tapes that has recently surfaced basically telling everyone in the western world to be afraid? Who do you think is more scary, Bin Laden because he says he'll kill you for not symphathising with him, or the media manipulators who keep on feeding America with enough fear to repeatedly condone the US engagement in war?

On TV they're starting to remind us of what happened 20 years ago in Chernobyl. Yes it's something to be afraid of. It's not too long ago that it won't have anymore effect on you. Britain is considering a new nuclear power plant as a supplementary source of power for one of its cities. Iran says it's doing the same. Calling insurance companies! I wonder how much they'd be willing to pay to insure against an accident. I wonder if the residents would also consider taking one, or if they're just resigned to the idea that should a fallout occur, their whole families will just get wiped out, no use for an insurance. Pharmaceutical companies should start putting up more factories producing cure for enlarged thyroids. Imagine if more young kids get ill with it... they'll need the medicine for the rest of their lives! Big bucks!!!

The US government is telling us that we should be afraid of Iran's nuclear aspirations. Iranian leadership declared a couple of months back that they'd wipe out Israel off the map if they can help it. Then they declared they'll help themselves to a nuclear development program. Huh? In nuke speak Iguess that translates to "We've beeen doing this for a while now, but now it's gotten big that we can't deny it or keep it a secret anymore, so we decided to say to the world that we're considering it." Do you think it possible that they're also secretly afraid that they maybe the next oil-producing country that the US might be interested in giving its own brand of democracy to, and in effect decided to make a preemptive action?

And finally, as if all this isn't enough to keep one thinking that the best place to be now is inside "Lost's" subterranean shelter, I changed the channel to CNN and what do I see? The thing that scared the bejeesus out of me. Larry King shamelessly flirting with Jane Fonda! Okay ,fine, that wasn't scary, that was just creepy. When I heard that they were discussing about Jane Fonda's book, I realized it was a rerun from last year. They timed it for the release of the paperback version of the book. You'll have to admit though that her book being on the New York Times bestseller list WAS scary? Surely??? Fine, have it your way.


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The (not so) Constant Gardener

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I've never been able to grow herbs in a pot before, especially in the kitchen. The only exception is rosemary which seem to just grow anywhere as long as there's sun and water.

It's different this time. I have four different herbs on the window sill and they're all thriving. I bought these a couple of weeks back, and now they're all at least twice as big as when I bought them. I've used them several times, but each time it's very difficult deciding which branch to cut and consume as I don't want to offend my herbs. Good thing they look like they'll just keep on growing. Maybe it's the German soil?. German sun? who knows, I'm just glad they're not dying on me.

From left: rosemary, peppermint, basil, and thyme. Next challenge is coriander, which is notorious for being difficult to grow. Maybe some parsley too. It'll have to wait though, until after I've come back from London.


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Where's Freddie?

Playing repeatedly on TV these days is this really cute world cup ad for Adidas. In it, two Spanish-speaking kids in a neighborhood playground get to pick members of their dreamteam. They of course pick all the biggest names and football superstars. Michael Ballack, David Beckham, Zinédine Zidane, Kaká, Frank Lampard, Arjen Robben, Juan Román Riquelme, Raúl, Alessandro Nesta and Oliver Kahn (the very definition of FIERCE bowed out gracefully when replaced recently as number one goalie for the German team by Jens Lehmann). The first version of the ad was funny enough when the two kids just picked whomever came to their mind. It was a surprise that after a few days, a new version of the ad came out where the players they picked actually appeared in their playground. And then one of the boys picked a football hero from the past (Franz Beckenbauer) which earned chuckle from the other boy, whose jaw dropped when the player also appeared in the playground. With the help of one of his teamplayers, he then picked Michel Platini to be on his side.

The official Adidas website for the ad, titled "Impossible Team", also posted high-res screen shots and behind-the-scene photos of the ad. The only complaint I have about the ad is that Freddie's nowhere to be found.

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Something fishy

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I've finally found the place to get fresh fish. It was a good thing that it's today that I walked around the area, because it turns out they only have fresh fish on Wednesdays. It's right around the corner from the Thai grocery that sells pea-sized egg plants, baby egg plants, pomelo, and sweet basil, among the numerous other food items they have in a very cramped small space.

When I was packing the food contents of our London kitchen, I made sure to at least buy and stock up on Asian canned and bottled foods because I wasn't sure if there'd by any Asian groceries here in Erlangen. After a week of walking around, I've found four such groceries so far.

Tonight we had steamed seabass in ginger, Chinese key, galangal, and chili sauce.


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And the winner is...

Several days of protests in the streets of Paris, enough embarassment for Chirac and his government, and the scrapping of the labor law that might send top heads rolling. One would say that the French youth has won yet again, and don't they have a history of winning against the government?

The one obvious winner of all this though is hottie Bruno Julliard, leader of the largest student union in France, UNEF. He's telegenic, well-mannered, and like most French youth, he seemed to always know exactly what he's talking about (I say seemed, because the show I was watching with him in it was in French). He's obviously got convincing power too, as the other members of the panel (mostly his senior) seem to stop and listen whenever he spoke. I'd almost say he'd need at least a hair stylist, but I guess his nerdy hairstyle gives him street cred.


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