EmmaGoodEgg

Blogging Before Bed

and I stumbled on these:

• Brad Pitt goes BLACK.
• Brad Pitt goes PURPLE!!  *Thank you Ms. Perez :)
• That's a nice dress Nicole...
• Kimberly Stewart has God-awful taste...

Okay enough...time for bed.

Goodnight sleep tight.

xx

SaveToby.com

Its quite brazenly funny really, this site about a guy, his bunny and soon-to-be-dinner.  Although some might be horrified, but I don't think he'll eat Toby cos Toby's too damn cute!  Besides, the deadline has come and gone a couple of times already...

Emma.  Wants a Toby.

xx

Back From Ulu Mulu

and, God my calves hurt like hell.

That's for trying to be a Jungle Jane.  An effort, IMHO, I gave my best foot forward and suffer calves so tense that I walk all wrong!

Still, my trip to Mulu with Iz, Myuzim, Wid & KF was a super fun and enlightening. 

From BWN to MYY on a rented van courtesy of Hertz, MYY to MZV took 30 minutes on a Fokker50.  Our package was arranged by Pan Bright Travel Service.

The entire Royal Mulu Resort is built on and of stilts and walkways.  A covered becha delivered our luggage to the room. 

Views from the verandah.

The larger-than-life foliage of the Mulu rainforest.

Views of the Deer Cave, the largest cave opening in the world, from the Bat Observatory.  After the tour of the cave, visitors sit outside at the Observatory and watch the streams of fruit bats fly out of the cave entrance (think Pitch Black)...

At the mouth of Deer Cave.

At one point, our jaded guide Ricky made us look back and howdy folks, its Abraham Lincoln's profile?  I cannot confirm the accuracy of this natural phenomenon as its too high to verify.

A breathtaking view from inside Deer Cave and what a pity you can't smell the bat guano.

The entrance of Lang's Cave, named after the Penan guide who stumbled upon it in 1977.

The smallest of the four caves of Mulu, Lang's Cave smaller dimensions enable visitors to view the limestone formations that look alive.

Enroute via a motored long boat to Wind and Clearwater Caves, we visit the Penan settlement, all quiet on the Sabbath.

From inside the Wind Cave.

You can see stalagmites.

And stalagtites.

The one-leaf plant on the ceiling at the entrance of Clearwater Cave.

Going down into the bowels of Clearwater.

Looking up its entrance.

A garden peeping into Clearwater Cave.

My travelling mates the Pond Nymphs.

The pool at the resort.

At the base of the Canopy Walk, Mulu National Park.

Its walkways were a wee bit terrifying.

But ultimately well worth it.

Earth Mother Emma.  Out.

xx

Happy Birthday Love

The husband had to work today.  And so I thought I'd do a post in celebration of the husband on his birthday with:

Some Pictures

The husband and his SPG.

Splash.

Ruff Ruff Ruff.

X-Game Hubby.

Poetry By Jessica Read Six o' Clock

you.

xx

Salman Says

"It is high time, for starters, that Muslims were able to study the revelation of their religion as an event inside history, not supernaturally above it."

Salman Rushdie

From The Times Online

I never read The Satanic Verses.  But I loved The Moor's Last Sigh.  I think he has a way with words, Mr. Rushdie...

Emma.  Wishing Bubba Happy Birthday!!! :)

xx

Team Aniston or Team Jolie?

Whose side are you on?

It's girl-next-door Jennifer Aniston versus feisty and (reportedly) pregnant Angelina Jolie. And who you support is a personal statement.

By Ed Caesar

Published: 09 August 2005

From: The Independent Online Edition

Since March 2005, Hollywood has been at war with itself. It all started on a warm spring morning, when an announcement rocked the entertainment world: Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston were splitting up. Rumours abounded of Pitt's affair with Angelina Jolie. All parties denied it. But if the initial event was shocking, the aftermath has been brutal.

Jolie and Pitt posed together as a 1960s-style married couple for a 60-page photo-shoot in W magazine. Then reports surfaced of their wild nights together in Africa. The most recent rumour to appear in the New York Post (and now the whole of the planet's tabloid press), that Jolie is pregnant with Pitt's child, would seem to be the particularly bitter icing on an already sour cake.

Everyone, it seems, has an opinion. Hollywood's finest have declared their interest with the help of the Hollywood boutique Kitson, and their (now sold-out) "Team Aniston" and "Team Jolie" T-shirts. The Desperate Housewives star Eva Longoria has just changed sides by apologising to Aniston for wearing a T-shirt that trumpeted the message: "I'll have your baby, Brad". Last week, when Aniston finally broke her silence in an interview in Vanity Fair, the Hollywood bible also nailed its colours to the mast. Aniston's rival is described as "the twice-divorced Jolie - previously known as a tattooed vixen with a taste for bisexuality, heroin, brotherly incest, mental institutions and wearing her husband's blood". Aniston, on the other hand "only has kind words about her marriage", and meets the interviewer with "a radiant smile and an effusive hello".

The loquacious scribes are not alone. Kitson reports that Team Aniston T-shirts are outselling Team Jolie by 25 to one. But in a society where success is all, why do people not side with the girl who got her man?

Let us consider the case for both. The heavily outnumbered Team Jolie supporters admire Jolie's aloof exoticism, her Hollywood pedigree (her father is John Voight) and her rock'n'roll past. Her beauty goes hand-in-hand with an increasingly prominent role as a United Nations goodwill ambassador, in which she has worked to bring the plight of HIV/Aids victims to the world's attention. What more could you want? Jolie is a sexy, independent woman who is using her profile to do something for the common good.

Team Aniston are backing the underdog. Aniston's accessible, girl-next-door kind of beauty (girl-next-door providing you live in Beverly Hills, that is), has been an ever-present on television screens for the past decade. Millions of people around the world know her, or think they do. When she and the world's most desirable man became an item, the public were rooting for her just as they rooted for Rachel in Friends. And, when they broke up, America felt her pain just as keenly.

The crucial factor in this brouhaha is that it is women who are fuelling the debate. It is women who are buying the T-shirts, and women who are discussing the latest piece of Brad/Jen/Angelina gossip. Faced with the prospect of backing the irritatingly beautiful and sexually voracious home-wrecker, or the pretty, vulnerable sitcom star, the outcome is, as they might say in the States, a no-brainer.

But spare a vituperative thought for the one party who seems to have got off scot-free. With all the debate focused on Jolie and Aniston, Pitt has bounced from a relationship with one beautiful, successful woman to another, and come up smelling of roses.

Even the injured party hasn't got a bad word to say about him. Although Aniston's friends admit that the entire affair has been like "having a root canal without anaesthesia", the actress herself is loathe to point the finger of blame at Pitt. Significantly, she refuses to believe that Jolie and Pitt were having an affair while Pitt and she were still together, saying simply: "I choose to believe my husband."

Perhaps worse for Aniston were the publication of those pictures, in W magazine, which showed Pitt and Jolie playing the couple. Still Aniston refuses to blame him, even though it was Pitt's idea and he profited hugely from the shoot by retaining the international copyright to the pictures. "He makes his choices," says Aniston. "He can do - whatever." It is not so much that Aniston and America have forgiven Brad, as that they never blamed him.

No doubt, when the progeny of Pitt and Jolie emerges, there will be another rush on the "Team Aniston" T-shirts (as well as, presumably, a "Team Jolie" romper suit). But surely Kitson and the chattering citizens of Tinseltown are missing a trick. Where's the "Boo to Brad" singlet? The "Pitt's the Pits" underwear range? How come Brad gets to sow his oats in whatever celebrity furrow he pleases without so much as a raised eyebrow? Sisters of Sunset Boulevard, it is time to unite.

_______________________

I want my "Boo to Brad" T-shirt.  Thank you to the husband for this article :)

Emma. Over.

xx

Honey I'm Home

...propped-up in bed with my cats snoozing nearby and blogging these gems:

Kate Hudson looks great.

And Keira Knightly?  Doesn't...

Oh the husband is back :)

Later folks xx

Like a Rolling Stone

Its really bugging me that I can't remember where I heard the last bits of this song by Bob (...oh Baaawb...) Dylan.  Is it at the ending of a movie?  But a cover perhaps?  A TV series?  Grrr.  And no, I've checked, its not in Masked & Anonymous or Assassin...

It's almost 2.30 in the morning.  Bubba is awake beside me...watching Disney Channel's America's Funniest Home Video.  Hehe, so cute my Bubba.  We had a small pre-birthday do for him this evening.  Had us some Japanese at Xcapade, Gadong and went back to the Bijou Bungalow for cake and drinks.  An old dear friend joined us, sans hubby, who is in BKK for biz.  So it was just Iz and I, M & A, MatBon & Lees, Woo and Myuzim.  Good fun :)

Okay I gotta google my ass off to find the answer to my "Like a Rolling Stone" question.  If anyone could enlighten me...please do.

Emma.  Who won't sleep well until she gets it.  Over.

xx

And More...

I love Ange.  But this must hurt Jen v much.

The husband is sleeping next to me.  Snoring Cooing like a bear.  It's a good thing I can't sleep...so I post:

More pee?  [From Trent]

Okay enuff.

Night night y'all.

xx Emma in Bed

Blogging With A Vengeance

Holy cow.  Fergie looks like an alien-life-form in drag.

Fergie?  Is that pee???  [*Thank you justjared]

Myummy Chloe Strappies.

A little bit old, but who can tire of Tom Cruise?...

Nice :)

Nice and showing no signs of madness.

O'er here we go.

Just so very weird.

Fuck it.  Flatliners is on TV.  Must watch.

xx Emma