I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care
She’d stare at the ground,
She’d stare at the sky.
She’d stare at you for hours,
and you’d never know why.
But after winning the local staring contest,
she finally gave her eyes
a well-deserved rest.
1.Wake up at 8.30am.
2. Read The Economist.
3. Read anything in Wikipedia.
4. Watch 2 TED videos.
5. Read a few pages of a book.
6. Think of one idea. Any idea. Ad idea. Good idea.
7. Write in journal.
8. Sleep by 1.30am.
It might look simple enough, but it needs real discipline, I’m tellin’ ya!
The mailer was sent to media buyers across South Africa, when they [the ad space buying people] received the ‘Unit’ the Triops eggs were tiny, miniscule dots in the test tubes, but in one short week they grew into prehistoric-looking creatures almost the length of your thumb! Included in the pack was an interactive CD with a program to track their Triops’ growth and find out the facts about them, as well as the National Geographic Kids rate card and advertising details.
Aww! This rabbit house is so adorable! I’d get one if I have a garden or lawn.
I love Helena’s blog. She’s so cheery and dreamy, she makes me smile. I saw her list of “Random things that I find pleasure in” and I thought I’d write one myself. Here goes!
1. Bébé’s foot rubs. It amazes me how he knows the best spots!
2. Cleaning up my room. I love the place where I sleep smelling clean.
3. A smoke after meal. One of the patients I saw in Grey’s Anatomy lost his fingers from smoking. I really need to quit.
4. Friday nights. Not out clubbing but chillin’ at home with a good movie. I’ve changed.
5. Hydrogen classes. It’s over but I still can’t get over it.
6. Hydrogen friends. Bunch of weird awesome people.
7. Hydrogen trainers. I learnt the true meaning of “willingness” and “passion” through them.
8. Traveling. I like to be in places I’ve never been before. I like the thrill of adventure and discovery.
9. Bébé’s face when he wakes up. So cute.
10. The little peck on the cheek from Bébé. So sweet.
11. Squuezing Crissy to my chest. She’ll make a little cat squeak.
12. Sharing stupid jokes with Bébé. We laugh so hard.
13. Lazing on the bed watching tv series. I can finish an entire season in 2 days.
14. Reading books. It’s where I mental-masturbate with my imagination.
15. A copy well written.
16. Ideas approved and delivered.
17. Sneakers. I’m currently wearing a classic Converse everyday. Used to be Adidas, but it’s torn. I’m not a heels person.
18. A hot bath with lavender bubbles from L’Occitane but my tub is broken. 
19. Early mornings when I don’t have to rush to work. Have to practice getting up earlier.
20. Honda Civic Hybrid. Less fuel consumption and eco-friendly.
21. Short fingernails. Don’t trap dirt and easy to type.
22. A trip back to hometown. Mommy & Daddy spoil me at home.
23. GAP and UNIQLO sweaters.
24. The smell of freshly-baked bread and pastries.
25. The after-rain smell.
26. The smell of fresh laundry.
27. Streams of rain on the window pane.
28. Watching the dynamics of water droplets running down anything.
29. Going to the movies with a box of caramel popcorn.
30. Writing my journal (I need a good classic journal – birthday present?)
31. Anything Apple. It’s so cool.
32. Grey’s Anatomy soundtrack. Really nice songs. Eg. Nobody Knows – Dido and How to Save a Life – The Fray.
33. IKEA lamps.
34. Hanging out in the bookstore. I can just sit there for hours and read.
35. Paulo Coelho, Aldous Huxley and Anne Rice books.
36. Taking snapshots with my CANON.
37. Island hopping.
38. Psychedelic jungle parties.
39. Cool breeze on my face as I ride a motorbike without a helmet.
40. The LSD experience.
Here comes the food…
41. Chili Con Carne hot jacket potato with lots of Tabasco sauce.
42. Home-cooked food.
43. Mommy’s Kari Kapitan with rice.
44. Thick tomyam with santan (not the Mamak one).
45. Thick tomato pasta. Especially Auntie Irene’s. The best I’ve tasted, so far. She peels the tomato skin!
46. SS2 hand-peeled Pan Mee. The clear soup one is good but the dry tomyam sauce thingy is great!
47. Beef rendang at Malay weddings.
48. Bébé’s corned-beef fried rice.
49. Medium-well steak.
50. Sweet yellow-orange mangoes.
51. Beef teppanyaki and self-grilled ox tongue.
52. Chinese dessert. Tong shui especially white fungus with gingko nut.
53. Gelato.
54. Indian vegetarian food. *hint Saras…??? Hehehe.
55. Cointreau chocs from Belgium.
56. Double-shot Bailey’s on the rocks.
57. Miso soup. Seaweed soup. Mushroom soup. Miso soup, again.
58. Mentos Grape.
59. Kenny Rogers.
60. Self-cooked pork chop with mashed potato and steamed veg.
I love minimalistic architecture. My dream home won’t be too colourful. Black and white with a tinge of red would be ideal. And lots of glasses too. I don’t want a big home. A one room apartment, will do. Very clean floors and walls. And a proper kitchen. Most important is the bathroom. I love shiny, modern bathrooms. Here’s an example of how my dream home would look like.
My dream home will only be right when I share it with Bébé.
What is your dream home?
When it comes to innovation, look no further than east to the land of the rising sun. As the world’s most innovative nation, the Japanese innovation comes in interesting ways – even to their children’s boxed lunch, called bento. I found some very creatively decorated bento boxes across the world wide web and I thought of sharing this with you. Afterall, innovation begins with creative ideas and I happen to be in the business of creativity.
All across Japan, mothers are engaging in a unique hobby and coming up with artistic and novel ways to attract attention to their children’s lunch boxes. Using lunch ingredients, these creative moms are churning out culinary feats of wonder. And what better way to make children eat than to turn their midday meals into a cartoon?
Now, prepare to be blown away by these edible works of art.
Hello Kitty 1
assorted animals
Hello Kitty 2
Super Mario
Death Note
piggy
I woke up at noon from the smell of curry. I missed breakfast. Oh well, no worries. Early lunch then.
The table was laden with 4 dishes. Kari Kapitan. Meat in black vinegar gravy. Chinese sausages. Ju Hu Char. I decided to have nasi separuh.
I grabbed a piece of raw lettuce, with a spoonful of Ju Hu Char positioned in the centre, I delicately placed a pinch of sambal belacan on top. I wrapped the lettuce around it, forming a ball. Quite a big piece, it’s gonna be jaw-dropping.
A drop of water trickled down my arm from the freshly-washed lettuce. The cut on my thumb stung a bit. I brushed off the minor discomfort as I shifted my mind to the light-green bundle on my fingers. I pushed the wrapped Ju Hu Char into my wide-opened mouth. Aaaahhhh… Too big. Coulnd’t fit.
So I took my first bite, very carefully as I tried not to spill. The lettuce made a crunchy sound as juices flowed. I could taste the distinctive sweetness of the fried sengkuang. I bit into some sambal. For a moment there, my tongue tembled a little from the spiciness. Immediately, I was tearing. I continued biting and soon, I was snorting. I rubbed off snort with my sleeve. It’s ok. No one was watching.
It took awhile before the spiciness joined the sweetness and the two danced in unison around my taste buds. WIth chopped mushrooms, thinly-stripped sotong, carrots and sengkuang (at least, these are all that I know what my mom put in) mixed together with the luttuce and sambal belacan, everything complemented each other as I quickly chew them all and swallow.
I drank my Shandy. I silently toasted to myself. I’m home.
Welcome to GluttonLand.
*smiles*
The next best thing to my favourite colour black is red.
Molten hot, sexy, boody red.
I greatly admire you. You rose from humble beginnings to graduate from Columbia University and Harvard Law School, where you became the first African-American president of the law review.
I admire you for not stooping to the level of those who have slurred you as a terrorist or suggested you are a traitor willing to lose a war in order to lose an election. I admire you for not resorting to your own mud-slinging.
I admire you for your commitment to equal rights for all including the gay people.
I admire you because you refuse to play the politics of fear. You speak to our hopes – our desire to end a misbegotten war in Iraq.
I admire your commitment and vision to build new bridges across the globe.
I admire you for your conviction in speech. I believe your declaration and I trust in you to bring change towards a better world.
I greatly admire you, sir. I pray for you to win this election for this is the moment to defeat terror and dry-up the well of extremism that supports it.
You are the man who will lead us from hate to hope.
God bless you, good sir.
She can sleep anywhere! Even on top of the clothes hanger like this!!!!!!!!!!
I‘m so in love with you
I wanna spend my life with you
I can’t stop thinking of you
Boy, i think i cant live without you
We’ve grown so attached
There goes my heart, the one you snatched
I even dream of a love unscratched
I don’t want us to ever be detached
Baby, you‘re the one for me
Do you know that you‘re my eye candy
When I‘m with you I feel so carefree
And when we make love, ooohh baby, I go floaty
Let’s do this, you and me, together
Just let our love grow deeper and stronger
Whatever it is, we hope to conquer
Just the two of us, together forever.
The phone rings for the third time. I finally pick it up when my boyfriend whines half asleep.
“Sorry, Jenn! I just woke up!”, apologises Ben.
Clock shows 7.30am. We are supposed to meet at 95% at 7.00am. I jump off the bed immediately.
“I just woke up, too! My god! Don’t think we can make it for the wet tour, already. How. How. How. Nevermind lah. We’ll see what we can do. Get ready NOW and see you at 95%!”
“Okay”, says Ben and puts down the phone.
I call Raaja. The Godfather theme goes on for the third time.
“Damn, Raaj! Wake up, boy!”, I said softly.
No answer. I hop into the shower.
After shower, I call the brat again. He picks up groggily.
“Raaja! Wake up! We’re all late! Get ready and go to 95% NOW!!!!”
“Uhh.. Okok.”
35 minutes later, I am sitting at the Malay restaurant where we always hang-out for food. I order a roti sardin and a glass of warm Milo. Ben reaches and orders his breakfast. I call Raaja again.
“Hey Jenn. I’m in the cab, Jenn. At Bulatan Pahang. Quite bad lah the jam. I think I’ll be reaching at 9.”
Ben and I have small talks about ourselves and we laugh over Aaron and Faizan’s antics. Raaja gets off the cab at about 9.10am with a laptop bag.
“You brought your laptop, for what?”, asks Ben.
“Oh, no no. I couldn’t find my backpack and I’m already late”, explains Raaja.
“You’re so late, Raaj. No breakfast for you. We got to go now”, I said as I think to myself – ‘NOW’ is the word of the day.
“Go buy some bread lah”, I said because I feel like I’m in charge or baby-sitting the boys today.
We all get into my car as I try to figure out how to get to the highway from Bangsar.
“Oh, my mom says use the North-South Expressway to get to Ipoh”, claims Raaja, proudly.
D’ohhhh…
We head off immediately. Along the way, Raaja, being the ‘jakun’ that he is, marvels at every tree and the clear blue sky.
Suddenly…
“WHOAAAAAAA!!!! Check out that waterfall! Man, That’s a huge one!”, Raaja is undeniably stunned with the beauty of nature as we enter Perak.
As we turn into the Gopeng exit, I tell the boys to keep a look-out for the Gua Tempurung signboard.
“There! There! 5km to Gua Tempurung! Yay! We’re here!”, exclaims Ben.
The boys and I are dressed in bermudas and worn-out sports shoes. I specifically gave them dress-code instructions as cave spelunking could be a very physical activity and we need to be very comfortably flexible and bound to get wet from head to toe from crawling in between tight cave holes and dunking in the cave pools.
We are all in a merry mood as I park the car and put everyone’s money in a plastic bag. At the ticket counter, the girl tells us that we don’t have enough people to form a wet tour group. They need at least eight. Moreover, it is Friday, and they don’t do wet tours on holy Fridays. Humbug. So much for the excitement.
We decide to take the dry tour, instead. Ben huffs and puffs as we climb hundreds of stairs leading to what the locals call ‘Top of the World’. 2 hours of climbing stairs and stalagmite-admiration later, we are out of the cave. Funny, no bats around. Apparently they only come back during the mating season, which is in October.
We are all hungry, especially Raaja. I deside that we should go drive around in the nearby town, Ipoh, maybe if we are lucky, we can have Ipoh Horfun.
“Hey, we’re 2 hours away from KL, and also 2 hours away from Penang, right. Let’s go makan in Penang lah”, pleads Ben, ever so sweetly.
“I’m not listening. I got English class later tonight lah. Sure can’t make it one”, I said.
“But I’ve never been to Penang in my life”, says Raaja, as a matter of fact.
Three hours later, we’re having laksa in Ayer Itam, Penang.
“Mmmm…” savours Ben. “Mmmm…” he goes again.
Laksa is my favourite Penang food of all time. So, I have two bowls.
“What are we going to do, now?” asks Ben.
“Well, let’s see, we’re only here for food. So let’s go hang-out at the beach and eat again later.” I said.
We head to Batu Feringghi to waste time playing in the sand. I can’t help it but feel sympathetic, yet, happy for Raaja because he’s such an ignorant city boy. This must be a whole new experience to him – a spur of the moment excursion. A roadtrip to 400km away from home.
It’s only 5pm and it’s too early for nasi kandar. The three of us don’t know what to do.
We decide to go drive around. On the way to Gurney Drive, Ben sees a building with the signboard ‘LARGEST TOY MUSEUM IN THE WORLD’. Can’t resist that, now, can we. We pay RM10 admission at the counter and boy, are we spellbound! With tens or thousands of figurines of all sorts, the three of us are in awe. We are so excited like little kids. At the ‘Chamber of Horror’, Raaja claims he saw a Chucky doll move. Honestly, Ben and I saw it, too, but we purposely tease Raaj saying we didn’t see anything and then we look at him with puzzled faces.
“IT DID!!!!!!!! I SAW IT MOVED!!!!!!!!”, he is undeniably irritated.
Two hours later, as we pass Gurney Drive, Ben wants to eat sotong bakar. So we stop for a quick snack. Raaja got himself deep-fried chicken skin. On and on, he raves about how crispy and yummy it is.
“Fuck, man. You know what, Jenn. We came all the way, so far, and I know he’s gonna go back home and all he will rave about is the chicken skin. I just know it!” blurts Ben with a sigh.
“Okay, guys. Are you still up for nasi kandar?” I ask.
“Of course!”, both of them answer in unison.
“My god-brother just called. He said he’ll take us to this place in Little India. He said it’s the best nasi kandar in Penang. Is that okay with you?” Ben ask me.
“Yah! Coz honestly, I don’t know which nasi kandar place to take you to. I’m so bad with the roads. What time should we meet him?” I say in relief.
“Erm… I can’t eat now. But I can in another half an hour…” says Ben, slightly blushing.
We meet-up with Ben’s god-brother, Ming. He’s a luxury-car salesman and an artiste.
At Hussain mamak, in Little India, Ming orders a curry fish-head and a whole lot of other dishes. I am starting to feel guilty even before I eat. I only ate half the rice. The boys slowly clear the dishes one by one.
I tell them about the phone call I got from Janet an hour earlier. It regards missing English class and my responsibility to myself. Ben keeps apologising. It’s not his fault but only my own.
1.30pm. Time to drive back to KL.
My back slightly hurts. Ben offers to drive a few times, but I am just not comfortable with young boys’ driving, especially in the highway, so I continue relentlessly.
We reach KL at about 2am. We are all so tired and stinky. I just can’t wait to get home to a warm shower. I drop the boys off and head home, immediately.
Oh, what a day!
The best of friends,
Can change a frown,
Into a smile,
when you feel down.
The best of friends,
Will understand,
Your little trials,
And lend a hand.
The best of friends,
Will always share,
Your secret dreams,
Because they care.
The best of friends,
Worth more than gold,
Give all the love,
A heart can hold.
Isn’t it funny how one wants to explore the outside world (overseas) but one hasn’t even done much exploring in one’s own country? This is the case yesterday, as I went to the National Art Gallery for the first time with my Japanese friend, Azusa.
The gallery was very spacious. With more than 2500 pieces of art on display, there are three levels with 2 or 3 halls on each. Ground hall, if I’m not mistaken, showcases arcrylic, oil paintings, mostly big pieces of fine art. This was the hall that displays 2 pieces that really captivated me.
Inderaputra by Anuar Abdul Rashid
Anuar Abdul Rashid’s piece is so beautiful. Leaves one transported to the realm of fantasy.
Cool Afternoon at Brinchang Mossy Forest by Johan Marjonid
Johan Marjonid is a realist naturalist artiste and his specialty is the rainforest. This is not the piece at the gallery, but similar. I stood in awe as I slowly tried to comprehend his thoughts and his feelings as he painted the piece. I told Azusa, I felt like walking into it.
The second floor showcases paintings of Malaysian beauties. Although, I must say, I did not find anyone particularly beautiful.
Third floor is more contemporary art, with graffiti paintings and children’s artwork on display. Nothing fancy, though.
On every floor, there were steel and wooden sculptures. One steel sculpture really looked dangerous with sharp spikes all over. Azusa said, “Not for children”. There was one totempole about 8-feet tall which is quite fascinating.
Entrance is free, you must go, if you haven’t been.
Rooster Personality
People born in the year of Rooster are very usually observant. Most of the time, they are very accurate and precise with their observation. These people certainly love find themselves in the spotlight, they love entertaining friends and adore meeting new people, and even unexpected and uncertain circumstances are not a barrier for them. It is almost impossible to find someone born in this year looking dowdy or untidy. The fact is that these people are usually one of the best dressed and groomed of all other people. They are actively interested in clothes, colours, and accessories, and usually are very critical about their own appearance as well as about appearance of those they are surrounded by. People born in the year of rooster like to be noticed and flattered. Such person might dress a little flashily with this in mind, but in his heart, he/she is completely conservative. Roosters – type always appear attractive and beautifully turned out. They are sociable and love to receive attention. Others may criticize them for being exhibitionists but the fact that they are a compassionate, wise and have a brave nature which comes to the fore when others need their help makes up that deficiency.
It is difficult for these people to accept advice because of their strong independent spirit. On the other hand these people are often confident in their own judgments and choices, and it is not a problem for them to follow their own routine. There are times when these people may be too rectilineal and it can cause some problems in relationships with others. So it would be wise sometimes not to express their opinions in order to keep the peace.
Though sharp, practical and resourceful, the Rooster type also likes to dream. And because he/she likes to dream, he/she might by disappointed by the loved one, for the reality usually doesn’t match up to the dreams. In fact it is very important to remember that these people are often sincere about their dreams. Their close friends appreciate this sensitive and courageous side, but acquaintances are only likely to see it in times of crisis.
Rooster Love Affairs
Usually love for these people is another kind of responsibility and a real challenge.
Though there are likely to be many romantic opportunities in their life since people of rooster type enjoy courtship. This person will certainly be intense and very devoted to the loved ones. Moreover as soon as he/she has such a good taste and loves good clothes, surroundings and company, he/she will certainly be able to create a romantic atmosphere. In other words these people have both the impressive appearance and outstanding mind.
There is a danger that such person fails to read people well and may be hurt when they disappointed in him/her or don’t share his/her enthusiasm. It is very important to be blunt and specific with such people when it comes to affairs of the heart. On the other hand, in case the present relationships last too long and tend to loose to lose its relish the rooster type of people may decide to set off again in search of a new relationship. In case there is a romantic relationship, it is the female rather than the male rooster who usually keeps an eye on practicalities. As a rule when it comes to long-term relationships, these people are reliable partners, and their roaming will cease when they meet someone they do not want to lose.
Rooster Career
People born in the year of rooster are often extremely conscious about clothing and appearance in general. They may appear conservative but are obsessed with their look – they can spend hours standing in front of the mirrors and will not even wink when they spend $500 for a dress. That doesn’t mean they don’t care about money, in fact, they love to compare prices and even if the bargain is only few cents or few dollars cheaper, they will be satisfied.
It would be worthless thing trying to push on such person to make a decision. They are able to think clearly and logically and usually can’t stand being put under pressure. If they are allowed to work without unnecessary challenges they are as a rule more than capable of achieving a good career. As long as this person has the time to think and a possibility to use his/her imagination, it is very likely they will produce profitable and creative ideas.
On the negative side these people cannot tolerate opposing views or different ways of doing things. In case they are governed by other people there is always a danger that they will feel trapped, which may cause them to feel unstable and insecure or become over-critical. It is also very important to remember that when these people manage to achieve financial security, they should resist the temptation to spend their earnings quickly or carelessly. This is another their weak side, and such person whether male or female should learn to handle his/her spending with the same steady approach he/she applies to work.
Newsreader, Sales person, Restaurant owner, Hairdresser, Public relations officer, Farmer, Athlete, Teacher, Waiter, Journalist, Travel writer, Dentist, Surgeon, Soldier, Fireman, Security guard, Police officer.
Lucky Numbers: 1, 5, 6, 12, 15, 16, 24, 51
Equivalent Western Sign: Virgo
Element METAL
Color WHITE
Yin/Yang YIN
Direction WEST
Some Famous Roosters: Dirk Bogarde, Barbara Taylor Bradford, Michael Caine, Eric Clapton, Joan Collins, Errol Flynn, Melanie Griffith, Richard Harris, Goldie Hawn, Katherine Hepburn, Diane Keaton, Jayne Mansfield, Steve Martin, James Mason, Somerset Maugham, Bette Midler, Van Morrison, Willie Nelson, Kim Novak, Yoko Ono, Dolly Parton, Michelle Pfeiffer, George Segal, Peter Ustinov.
Compatible with : Ox, Snake, Dragon
Less Compatible with : Dog, Pig, Horse, Rooster, Rat
Least Compatible with : Tiger, Monkey, Rabbit, Ram
Positive: The Rooster can be forthright, brave, enthusiastic, loyal, hardworking, tenacious, resilient, adventurous, meticulous, prompt, astute, well-dressed, proficient, down-to-earth, gregarious, communicative, sensible, generous, charming, ebullient and terminally witty.
Negative: The Rooster can also be cranky, fussy, vain, self-involved, blindly egotistical, over-zealous, pretentious, materialistic, grabby, high-handed, cynical, mercurial, self-absorbed and quixotic as hell.
You’ve always wanted to be like me
I should’ve known that imitation is the boldest flattery
You stole my clothes and kept my things
And that is how we never had happy endings
To tell you the truth, I’ve always thought of you as a burden
But we had a love that I never did fasten
Oh, how I grabbed your hair and kicked your shins
Oh, how I swore I really hated your grins
Truth be told, I wish we could start all over from base
For I’m a cowardly monster with an innocent face
You were meant to be a part of me
And grow up together like sisters would be
Half my life, I tried to push you apart
And when I finally did, I feel empty in my heart
I write this for you in hopes of repent
Love you, I will, with honest intent.
To my dear sister, Jamie.
Onto the mixture is poured a steaming hot curry soup that is sour and thick with fish meat. A spoonful of fish paste (heh-kor) is provided for those who favour the addition. While for decades, Penangites and visitors only knew this variety, a lemak (coconut milk) version was subsequently introduced as an alternative.
Apart from breakfast, laksa time is almost every time for some Penangites lunch, tea, dinner or supper. And whilst this ubiquitous meal is available at most of the hawker complexes or coffee shops in the city centre of George Town and in the surburbs, the discerning enthusiast would prefer to go to one of three places.
If you are in the city, the stall at Lorong Selamat off Macalister Road is a premium choice. It sells laksa at tea time and both the sour and lemak varieties are available.
The sour variety is piquant yet “sharp” while the lemak alternative is rich yet not too heavy on the stomach. A generous spray of chilli powder and/or spoonful of chilli oil is available upon request for those who enjoy the hot challenge. At RM3.00 a bowl and 50 sen extra for an additional fish to add more body, the price appears slightly on the high side but it is value for money.
For years, the market- place in Ayer Itam, next door to the famed Kek Lok Si Temple, has been the place locals congregate to enjoy their laksa. The quality has been consistently the same through the years, the inevitable hot surroundings adding perhaps to the challenge of the flaming hot laksa.
True to old tradition, only the sour variety, perhaps enhanced by many slices of tamarind slices is available at the price of RM2.00 per bowl; visitors and tourists are sometimes known to have slurped up this laksa with relish, go for an extended walk at the Temple grounds, then return for a second round. Myself, on the other hand, could have up to 4 bowls in a day (it’s not that big a portion, really).
No visitor who “knows” her laksa would miss that in Balik Pulau for the world. But I don’t usually go there because it’s so far, lah! The corner coffee shop opposite the T-junction leading into the main and only street of Balik Pulau houses the most popular laksa stall in the village. Both varieties match in quality. The sour variety has maintained its sharp yet exciting flavour and aroma over the years and the fish content is thick yet smooth.
If the lemak variety is not so popular, it could be because the patrons, especially those from the village, have been too used to the original sour recipe which is so much a trademark of Balik Pulau laksa as it is known over the years and as it was known decades back. If you are in a quandary about what to choose, either take one of each or simply have a half and half. At the price of RM1.70 a bowl (can you believe it?!! But I am sure it is more than that, now, since the price hike of petrol and electricity), it is still a steal for value.
While consistency is the hallmark of excellent food, the introduction of extra frills may only serve to heighten the spicy sensation on the taste buds. Hence, the spray of chilli powder and the spoonful of chilli oil are recent arrivals but they may well be the subtle and ultimate oomph for some.
I could have Penang laksa everyday if there is one even close to its standard here in KL. Really.
Mommy will never find me! I saw it on Animal Planet the other day. Boy, those ostriches are smart!
It was all Rozita’s idea to drive all the way to the Portuguese Settlement in Malacca to have seafood and come back KL again. I had to go pee twice on the way because Ijam drove so fast and I got freaked. You know, some back seat no seatbelts? By 9.30pm, and we’re still not eating. I was so hungry that by the time the first dish came – the vege, I was already almost gulping my food. I don’t eat shellfish. So many people are crazy for oysters so I attempted to try it. With some squeezed lemon juice and some sambal asam, obediently under Rozita’s tutelage, I put the entire oyster in my mouth. I heard that some people just swallow it instead of chewing. I thought hey, no problem, if I could swallow pills, I could do this. Hell, no! The oyster lingered on my tongue touching my tonsil for a good 10 seconds as I contemplated in my head – Chew! Swallow! Chew! Swallow!
I chewed. An entire blast of metallic juice came tsunami in my mouth and I almost puked! As hard as I tried to swallow it, I spat it out. Ohhhhhhhhhh, I had chills and then goosebumps! Ewwwwwwww!!! Oysters suck! Rozita had me in video and she’s proud of it. To replace the wasted oyster, I consoled myself into ravaging the crabs and shrimps. Especially the crabs because I ate 4 and a half of them! Mmmmmm… Yummy… In the end, lesson learnt was – never be greedy. I am not feeling so good today… It was Rozita’s treat (lovely), and I won’t be anywhere near craving crabs again in the near future. Oysters are banned in this lifetime.
This is written 2 days after the seafood mania: I had bad diarrheoa and still having. Rozita and Ijam also. Must be the oysters. It had to be – EVIL!!!
“Where’s the pun in the headline?! I told you about this just now! We don’t have much time anymore! We need this by 5pm!!!!!!!”, yelled the Senior Copywriter like a mad man.
Urrgghh… If only I could strangle his thick neck! I decided to head to ‘therapy’ after another couple of hours of so of being ’slaughtered’. After the routine warm-up, I put on my hand-wraps and gloves and went straight to target on a punching bag and imagined his fat face on it. As hard as I could, I jabbed with my left arm and punched with my right.
After the boxing session, I did my kick-outs. Boy, did I let go my all. The trainers must have thought I went cuckoo.
I was sweating like a roughneck after the session. I sat down to rehydrate. That felt really good.
Oh, what a stress relief!
I did the groceries. He did the cooking.
Medium-well steak with baked potatoes and button mushrooms.
*YUMMERS!*
My birthday was great. Baby was sweet.
my special menu
1996 Champagne Perrier Jouët
main course – Wagyu beef cheek + pumpkin dauphines.
Champagne and smokes
My birthday present!
Her skin is white cloth,
and she’s all sewn apart
and she has many coloured pins
sticking out of her heart.
She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.
But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,
the pins stick farther in.
What the fuck, man. Bottled-up real life kittens in fancy shaped bottles with tubes attached for air, food and excrement. The kittens can’t move or anything. And people buy these for what the hell? For the sake of fun????!!!!!! To hell with them!
This book tells an epic tale of fathers and sons, of friendship and betrayal, that takes us from Afghanistan in the final days of the monarchy during the 1970’s to the atrocities of the present.
The unforgettable, heartbreaking story of the unlikely friendship between a wealthy boy and the son of his father’s servant, The Kite Runner is a beautifully crafted novel set in a country that is in the process of being destroyed. It is about the power of reading, the price of betrayal, and the possibility of redemption, and it is also about the power of fathers over sons—their love, their sacrifices, their lies.
The first Afghan novel to be written in English, The Kite Runner tells a sweeping story of family, love, and friendship against a backdrop of history that has not been told in fiction before, bringing to mind the large canvases of the Russian writers of the nineteenth century. But just as it is old-fashioned in its narration, it is contemporary in its subject—the devastating history of Afghanistan over the last thirty years. As emotionally gripping as it is tender, The Kite Runner is an unusual and powerful debut.
Moving and gripping. I dare say this is the best book I’ve read all my life. It touches emotions like no other.
I just found out the book I’m currently reading has been made into a motion picture already! Due release this month. Yahoo!
Christopher Boone is a 15-year old autistic savant living with his Dad in Swindon, England. He hates being touched, pathologically unable to tell lies or understand metaphors or jokes. He is a whiz at maths and enjoys difficult puzzles. One might take him as a weirdo-loner. He enjoys being alone and goes cuckoo and screams/groans when he’s in a crowded place. He doesn’t understand human emotions but seems to connect well with animals. He has a pet rat, called Toby. When the neighbour’s dog is killed with a pitchfork, he seizes upon it as a puzzle and maths problem in hopes of understanding something that makes no sense to him. He goes investigating the murder like his idol, Sherlock Holmes. This begins a journey for Christopher that takes him places he never imagined, both physically and emotionally. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is very funny as it is narrated by the protagonist and being an autistic savant, he takes great effort in narrating his thoughts and feelings and emotions, like hating the colours yellow and brown, and not eating food that touches other food on his plate.
I have not finished reading this book. Only half-way through it.
Honestly, this is the first book I read that I cried like nobody’s business. Extremely touching and engaging, this is a fictional story about friendship, love and betrayal by an Afghan-American writer, Khaled Hosseini. It’s the first book ever written in English by an Afghan writer.
I’ll review it soon.
Stick Boy noticed that his Christmas tree looked healthier than he did.
Ever since I found this book rental shop near my workplace, I’ve been reading two books in a week. Best is, the lady in the shop is a very well-read person and boy, does she know her books well. I’ve been reading a few of her recommendations and it’s all very good books, indeed. The latest to my ‘I’ve Read’ Collection: Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen.
I’ve always been fascinated with the freak shows / sideshows like The P.T. Barnum Freak Show. This book is not about freak shows, per say, but about a traveling circus during the Great Depression, circa 1930s, in The U.S.A. This is a story of star-crossed lovers in a world that even love is a luxury a few can afford.
The protagonist, narrator of the story, is a 93-year-old man, in an old-folks’ home, with nothing left to hope for but the inevitable. The story is told through his reminiscence of his youth in his heydays in a traveling circus called The Benzini Brothers Most Spectacular Show on Earth.
As a young man, Jacob Jankowski was tossed by fate onto a rickety train that was home to the Benzini Brothers Most Spectacular Show on Earth. It was the early part of the great Depression, and for Jacob, now ninety-three, the circus world he remembers was both his salvation and a living hell. A veterinary student just shy of a degree, he was put in charge of caring for the circus menagerie (animals like big cats, monkeys, horses, etc.).
It was there that he met Marlena, the beautiful equestrian star married to August, the charismatic but twisted animal trainer. And he met Rosie, an untrainable elephant who was the great gray hope for this third-rate traveling show. The bond that grew among this unlikely trio was one of love and trust, and, ultimately, it was their only hope for survival. One would love Rosie the Elephant. An adorable character.
Most of the events in this book are based on true stories, as the author made extensive research on traveling circuses during the 1920s and 30s.
Beautifully written, moving back and forth from the present and the past, while reading it, I can almost imagine watching it in a movie. I nominate this book to be made into a feature film!
It’s so not easy to grow it. It took me half a decade to get this length, I think. And definitely harder to maintain. I love the feeling when it dropped on my face. But I hated the feeling when I was sweating like a pig. Or when I was washing it and so much fell. Hmm… Maybe I’ll grow it again in 3 years.
Because it has lived its life intensely
the parched grass still attracts the gaze of passers-by.
The flowers merely flower,
and they do this as well as they can.
The white lily, blooming unseen in the valley,
Does not need to explain itself to anyone;
It lives merely for beauty.
Men, however, cannot accept that ‘merely’.
If tomatoes wanted to be melons,
they would look completely ridiculous.
I am always amazed
that so many people are concerned
with wanting to be what they are not;
what’s the point of making yourself look ridiculous?
You don’t always have to pretend to be strong,
there’s no need to prove all the time that everything is going well,
you shouldn’t be concerned about what other people are thinking,
cry if you need to,
it’s good to cry out all your tears
(because only then will you be able to smile again).
Matsuo Aida, Japanese poet (1921-1991)
I watched as I burned away my sorrow and my envy.
This trip is my birthday present for Baby.
The pictures are very random, not in any particular order whatsoever. I’ll write about it later. Pardon my laziness.
Not my cousin but the puppy.
Looks like a teddy bear!
This little puppy is winking.
[discussing Jesus]
Ali G: Jesus. Does he really have a beard?
Bish : Not necessarily.
Ali G: Is he a man or a woman?
Bish : He’s neither a man nor woman.
Ali G: Wot? you mean he’s a ladyboy?!
Ali G: But wot has god ever done.
Bish : He made the world.
Ali G: Wot he made the world?
Bish : Yes.
Ali G: Did he?
Bish : I can only tell you what I believe.
Ali G: So you saying god made the world? And since then he’s just chilled.
Ali G: What about the Virgin Mary? Is she really a virgin?
Bish : Yes.
Ali G: Was she really?
Bish : I believe she was. She found herself pregnant.
Ali G: But me know girls who also find themselves pregnant. There muffa’s say wotz been ‘appening ‘ere. They say “listen, you been mucking about? ‘Ave you been drunk maybe? Don’t lie to me.”
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