EmmaGoodEgg

You Get What You Dish Out. And Not Always In The Same Serving.

I told Bobby at lunch today that I have pretty much popped my "getting flamed" cherry. No one likes getting flamed, wuss or no wuss. But hey, its bound to happen. The strange thing about it is that I feel it has validated my existence in the blogosphere. Sure I've been blogging for a couple of years, but no one has tested my point of view before. And I have always been a firm believer that your opinions are valid only when they are tested. Which is why I choose to accept comments on my blog.

I choose too, to delete parts I find offensive. But all comments are welcomed. However, or wherever, they are coming from.

Last night while looking for an appropriate picture for a post, I came upon this swell website by Mr. Mike Reed called Flame Warriors that features caricatures of the different species of Flame Warriors in the blogosphere. Bobby and I laughed ourselves silly looking through all them and eventually I asked myself, "Now which Flame Warrior am I?"

I want to be a Kung Fu Master and be able to crush opponents with devastating blows, but deep down I know I am an Eagle Scout, without any discernible killer instinct.

Eagle Scout cartoon snagged from here.

Running The Gauntlet

A few days ago I received a flaming comment on the blog for the first time. I have gone through a couple of years of blogging my thoughts without any disagreement, just cordial comments from friends and family for taking the time to post some content. And since I am a wuss, being flamed hurts man, it hurts.

Bobby however, has a different view on the flaming of a shrew good egg.

He feels that it is akin to a Charles Bronson movie when the Kung Fu master is bested and he has to hide in a cave, and the only way he can show the world he is not down is to run the gauntlet through a valley of Kung Fu beasts. Or something like that.

It is flattering I suppose, that Beloved Husband has this view of me.

So he made me walk the gauntlet through Szechuan Dynasty today.

Obviously I did not get that memo which says that whenever they are troubled, Bruneians make a point to take Saturday or Sunday lunch at Dynasty to show the world that they are not hiding in self-pity. You know, everyone lunches there at the weekend. I don't think I got copied on that memo.

Possibly Bobby just wanted to eat prawn cheong fun.

Kung Fu Master cartoon snagged from here.

Run Bobby Run

Beloved husband may not look like your run-of-the-mill runner, all lean and whippet thin, but he is a runner nonetheless. As we all know, I am not. In my way younger days, I could attempt a 100m or 200m sprint, but nowadays, the only running I do is limited to speedy road crossings. But I would like to think that I am a supportive wife. So sometime last year I bought Bobby an iPod Nano to keep him company during his runs and also the Nike+ running chip. The Nike+ chip is inserted into your running shoe so that you can integrate your running with your iPod.

Since then, my husband has turned into a tech-savvy runner. Downloading onto his iPod like his life depended on it his favourite podcasts to listen whilst jogging the Brunei roads, beach or jungle. And after his runs, he diligently downloads his time and distance via the iPod onto the NikePlus website. I have been told that one feature of the Nike+ chip is that once you've done your fastest mile Paula Radcliffe's voice comes on to interrupt the normal iPod broadcast and congratulate you on a job well done. Freaky, but inspiring I suppose.

Yesterday afternoon Bobby came home after a run on Tungku Beach and we had this conversation:

Beloved Husband: Guess who popped by after I finished my run??
Supportive Wife: Who??
Beloved Husband: One Ball Lance!!
Supportive Wife: Who?!?!

Apparently, Lance Armstrong's disembodied voice comes on after you've finished your longest workout. It truly is a freakily techie world out there.

Cartoon snagged from here.

Wednesday Whoos

The sight of both can make you weak in the knees. Brangelina @ Cannes, courtesy of CityRag.

Brunei Darussalam Aids Council - HIV/AIDS Awareness "Walk For Life"

There will be an HIV/AIDS Awareness Walkathon this Sunday the 27th of May 2007. The Walkathon is organised by the Brunei Darussalam Aids Council in an effort to raise the level of awareness about HIV/AIDS in our country.

So to all you able-bodied people out there:

1) Wake up bright and early on Sunday morning to be at the starting point by 6.30 am;
2) Wear something RED; and
3) Head over to the Taman Sir' Muda Omarali Saifuddien (right smack in the middle of town) to partake in some exercise whilst doing your karma some good.

The 6km walk will start and end at the Taman.

For more details please contact:

The Brunei Darussalam Aids Council
c/o D'Anggerek, Kg Luagan Pulaie, Bandar Seri Begawan BB4313, Negara Brunei Darussalam
Tel: (+673) 234 5573 - Admin Office
Fax: (+673) 234 5380
Emails: [email protected] (Support & Admin)

Click HERE for FAQs on HIV/AIDS

Radio Ga Ga. Radio Goo Goo.

Yesterday afternoon RA and I jointly pre-recorded a segment with DJ Allen Shim, the affable host of Pilihan FM's (95.9 & 96.9 fm) new Saturday radio show, 'Conversation'. The show plays on the radio every Saturday 2pm on 95.9 Pilihan FM.

In between casual banter about the blogosphere, DJ Allen plays the tunes we picked. When I am nervous I tend to overcompensate, so one of my songs was AC/DC's 'If You Want Blood' (from The Empire Records Soundtrack), a song I dedicated to beloved siblings and rockstar son. In retrospect, perhaps a better song choice to remind me of the movie was 'Till I Hear It From You' by the Gin Blossoms because an AC/DC song is a bit of a scream.

Incidentally, one of RA's song was 'More Than Words' by Extreme. He is a soppy one RA.

Sausage Dog With A Mouthful Of Fireworks

Thank God its Friday :)

Little Miss Bad

One of the cons of baking a bun is that you are vying for the Most-Scatterbrained-AND-Clumsy-Person-Around medal of honour. I have walked into rooms and not remember why I walked into the room in the first place. I often accidentally nudge my bump around the edge of tables. The bun is fudging my center of gravity and wolfing down my brain cells. It is very disconcerting and freaky.

You know what else is disconcerting? Wanton dreams at dawn, which is quite rightly one of the pros.

From Heroes To Zeroes

Dear E! Thank you for the heads-up on Zeroes. You have enriched my life so...xx

Reincarnate

This article about a restaurant in Singapore called Graze that was named one of Conde Nast Traveler magazine 'Hot Tables 2007' piqued my interest today. Graze, set in a renovated colonial house in Rochester Park, is founded and owned by Singaporean entrepreneur Ms Yenn Wong. Ms Wong also owns the JIA Boutique Hotels, the first of which opened in Hong Kong in March 2004:

It helped that her father, semi-retired Singaporean businessman Danny Wong Kiam-seng, put up the $120 million to buy the scruffy 25-storey residential property on Irving Street, Causeway Bay.

Yenn Wong is the daughter of Singaporean business man Danny Wong. In a February 2006 article, daughter says generous father is building pagodas in Bhutan.

Perhaps he won't come back as a dung bettle.