Wednesday, June 29, 2011

If I had a baby girl...


... I'd doll her up and dress her in these adorable polka dots ...
 purple fantasy ...
 banana boat dream...
 black is back!
 colourful prints that only babies can carry so well...
 dark purplish blue...
 tangerine ...
 oh pocket details!...
perry dots? ...
 porcelain dots anyone?
and my personal favorite... red against white dots!
with matching baby shoes!!!

Baby girls always have the more fun, don't they? You can dress them up in practically anything and they'll end up pretty! Whereas baby boys ... now there's a challenge...

Who says polka dots are out of style?

p/s: Coffee Girl just had a mental argument with her boss ... she's currently cooling off by looking at baby clothes. Whatever works.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Cat nap gone bad ...

A few days back, I went to check on my previous house -- I moved away already, did I forget to mention that part? tell you later -- and guess what?

A stray cat gave birth on the rooftop! Well, not exactly on the rooftop, but the small space between the planks and the roof-tilings. I wondered how the pregnant cat got in there and took it upon herself to deliver right there where it is impossibly cold and not to mention dangerous. The kittens could fall down anytime!

The kitten (I heard there's only one meow at a time so there must be only one) meowed endlessly day and night! It drove me to distraction! The neighbour asked me what I'm supposed to do with it, I just said I don't know other than to leave it be... the cat and its kitten. My er friend wanted to help me get it down, but I was kinda tied up to further the issue, and when I was free, he wasnt. For three days it has been crying. 

This morning it stopped. The strange gut feeling hit me that it's probably either asleep or dead. 

Geez... it's bad enough a stray cat lived up there, now I have to live with a kitten corpse too, in my conscience! Help ... 
 The mami kinda look like this, but skinnier. (Google pix)

It's not dead. It's just sleeping. It's not dead. It's just sleeping. 

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Holy Cabbage! ...

And I quote: When baking, follow directions. When cooking, go by your own taste.

So by then, you would've learned and discovered that everything we consume is a product of someone's experimentative indulgence and thereon followed after or practiced or improvised upon. I am no Anna Olsen, but I guarantee you, ehem, anything I put my mind to do, will come out half as good. Or at least no one will die from it.

Ok scrap the talk. Time for some lazy action, right from the fridge, or whatever is lying around. Managed to fix this light dinner, although for the life of me, I dont know what to call it:

Ingredients from the fridge:
2 Frankfurter sausages (boiled or fried, whichever is less work)
2 hardboiled eggs (or soft boiled, if you prefer them in a mushy mix)
A handful of Baby Cabbages, leaves separated if you prefer (boiled for 1 and a half minutes)
Half a teaspoon of extra virgin olive oil
A pinch of salt and pepper, to taste
Tabasco sauce, as generous as you like
I ate all my cheddar cheese yesterday, otherwise it would've made an excellent topping

1. Crunch the sausages into bite-size pieces using a fork or a spoon in a mixing bowl (or dinner plate here, less mess to clean up later).


2. Add in the boiled baby cabbages. Actually I added in the olive oil while it was boiling in the pot, so that the greens come out glistening and pretty. But if you're Jamie Oliver, you'd probably add in the oil now while you're mixing it. Hey... to each his own.


3. Now add in the hard boiled eggs. Cut them in halves, threes, fours, or simply crush them in the mix, I don't care. I prefer them where I can see them in a lump right where I left it. Sprinkle the mix with salt and pepper, and then add in the Tabasco sauce as generously as you like. The tangy spicy scent and taste is what I crave for, the perfect finish.

And TADA!! Salad Whateverishandy is ready to be served!


*Sigh in contentment* This won't last me till the next meal time,but eating healthy is hard work on the stomach. Finished it, see?
 
... while reading the Stars Classified.

Note: Pictures of Blackberry quality only.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Tie me up baby... Hey, who you calling a whore?

(I swear I wasn't gonna blog about this, but hey if you have to say it you have to say it)

While the Nation is currently focusing on the issues related to the roles of wives and husbands and the marriage institution and what goes on behind closed bedroom doors, and religions (like you can escape that), thanks to the now infamous Obedient Wives Club (OWC); I looked on my bare fingers and closed my tired eyes and thought, better a single woman with rights of her own than a wife with all these perception and expectation hanging over her head. Better a woman with choices and no one to answer to, than a woman constantly shackled and misconstrued. Better a woman with means than a woman without. Better a woman alone against the world than a woman alone for it.

I'm beginning to sound like a freaking feminist. Not. Just generally pissed off.

Tag an 'obedient' label on me, and I will suddenly feel the urge to rebel. It's the Law of Reflects, the most natural occurence in the universe. People tell you to stay put, do you listen? No. But don't get me wrong. Not rebel against my so-called future husband, just against the world and its misapprehension and misplaced guidance. It's the 21st century honey. It's the land of equal opportunity. Not equal treatment, just equal opportunity. You know what that means, right? Whatever happens to love, honour and respect? Don't you even believe in your own vows? It's equal everything else. Last I witnessed, two people repeated the vows, not one. If you have to work at something, it requires cooperation and equal understanding and action.

And why does the tag 'Obedient' suddenly makes me think of BDSM? How does something so innocent and good become so indecently proposed and remarked upon? This does brings to my mind the image of silk rope, spanking crop, creaking beds, palm marks on sensitive skins, and soft whimpers of sacrificial sounds ... all possible pictures thanks to Google search. (Sorry, my head just wandered off). Did the originator of the Club perhaps have these in mind? No?  I don't believe you.

How far am I right, then? Where did the taboo go, and our shyness about speaking of such things in public, things our elders only discuss and taught us to discuss in private and only in twos? You want to dispense with that and start addressing (or undressing) them one by one? You want to bring it all out in the open, speak of the unmentionables, discuss the dos and don'ts, in the name of saving the marriage institution, and so-called restraining the husbands from straying?

Then be prepared for the consequences. For the uproars. For the obstructions. For pissed off women. For indignant husbands. For the damage.

I mean, come on ... take this for a simplest explanation: If a country who still has a policy ruling about banning or allowing international mega superstar artists from performing here just because of his/her wardrobes or stage antics or lyrics or whatever excuses they can think of, what makes you think any of these things you started will be widely accepted and embraced? I'm not even going to mention religion here.

You know, that's why we have marriage councelors. Marriage is not a situation we delve into and then form a club for damage control. It should be treated with the respect and reverence and the degree of importance it deserves, like its the closest thing to religion. A husband is a head of the house, but he sure isn't God. And if I start telling you that treating him like he holds your salvation in his hands is not going to help your cause or pave your way to heavens, you will think me shallow and unrespectful of other religion. I'm not. Who likes being called a whore anyway?

You know, when it comes down to it, the intention is good, it's the means I don't agree with. And maybe also the 'ambassador'. No offence but people naturally would buy an item that looks like it works on the person  especially the one promoting it.  Imagine Angelina Jolie promoting this... and not some exhausted looking woman who looks like she's just been you know ... repeatedly. She's supposed to glow from it, but why didn't she, or is my doctor wrong, or perhaps bad camera angles? (Sorry, I can't help it. Sorry. I will repent tomorrow.)

But then again, I know what's in your head: I'm not married yet, so what do I know? Just letting off overdue steams.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I AM BACK!! Sabah Part 2...

(WARNING: Picture-heavy. And of Blackberry quality only)

Sorry, this post is about 3 weeks plus overdue. BUT since I don't have anything hotter to blog about, I'll just share these shots hoping they will speak the words for me. This is a sequel of the Part 1 Holiday in KK.

Good luck viewing!


 Novotel Hotel 1B: new and couple-concept. transparent bathroom anyone?

 "Here, YOUR towels plant trees"... oh I like those words. @Novotel.

 Imperial International Hotel at Warisan Square... contemporary and cool.

Sutera Harbour... picture perfect serenity! I could stare at this for hours.

Perfect weather for island hopping - Mamutik Island

 Check out the fishes! the water is so clear you could use them for facial...

 Hopping to the second Island ... Manukan. Cozy-looking chalets. I shall return!

 WWII Leftovers... notice the smaller pellet standing proud among its bigger peers? dang ...

 BBQ lunch at the island before heading back to land... after playing in the sun, even that fish looked yummy!

@ Kundasang: Local folks called these 'tomato keras' but they look more like buah pinang to me

 @Kundasang: Locally grown avocado! and rose apple (jambu air) and mangoes. Eh banyak lagi strange fruits, but where did my pictures go aah?

 @Kundasang: Only go here if you're really desperate.

 @Kundasang - Rose Garden but all the roses were withered due to hot weather.

 At least this one looked fresh enough...

 @Batu 24 on the way to Kundasang: Stopped by at the souvenir stalls looking for tshirts.
 @Bt 24: and while you're there, don't forget to check out the Look-Out Point.

 @Tamparuli ... The famous Tuaran Mee using locally-made noodles. There's a halal version, but not this. My friend ate this cause I was full from breakfast at the hotel. Should try this next time.

 @Filipino market: Pearls! Pearls everywhere!

 1Borneo... where the half-naked people are....

 @Kaison, Centerpoint: How I wish we have this in Kuching. Cheap and elegant home decos and wares.

Last but not least... this lady could pose as a local, could she? Makan jak kerja.

So there you have it! Since somebody commented my blog is word-heavy and not one to boast of pictures... now how do you like this? LOL. Had enough of my face?

One thing for sure is I'm coming back here soon ... to climb the Mountain! Anyone want to join?

Monday, June 6, 2011

Need for speed ...

Where did the time go? It's June already, hey!

Selamat Gawai to all my fellow Sarawakians!

I am at a phase where my days are calculated by deadlines. It's like counting the days backwards until D-Day and the amount of preparation to be done prior to that. The beauty about deadlines is you look far ahead forward to it that you don't see or feel the nearest things that come along or between it. And hey hey... time moves faster that way, and before you know it, it's payday!

Oh... but I know when civil servants get theirs because the shopping malls will suddenly go mad with traffic jams during lunch breaks and you see batiks and kurungs go shopping in groups. That's usually the indicator for me, and we would go... "What, payday already kah?" Haha. No offense people, after all, that's also an indicator that ours will be the next day.

Anyway... enough blabbering. It's June! It's Midyear! It's summer somewhere (remember I have that British-speaking checklist?)! And it's Sales all around!

Happy June everyone! Thanks for reading my craps today, I'm out of ideas again, post-holiday mood.