My Last Post Was In November?!!!

Oh golly meeeee.  I could have sworn (if I were the swearing type) that I did write a post this year.  I did!  I did!  The evil blog critters must have done something to it.  May be forced to sprinkle garlic powder over my lap top.  Or was that salt?  Salt I have aplenty...the garlic powder may have hardened and expired, like most of the things in my fridge...and cupboard.

Stop digressing, Leechy!

It is August of the year 2012.  How did eight freaking months of my life passed by without a single post.  Oh yeah.  Evil blog critters.

What else passed by?  The Olympics.  That one zoomed right over my head.  Me, probably the small percentile of the population still without cable.  But I have broadband and live streaming and yet I probably watched a whopping total of 4 hours of an assortment of events.  Did not even watch darling Federer play and give the gold over to Murray.

Many a things happened in this great nation of ours.  Yes.  That statement is peppered with sarcasm and undertones of injustice and resentment.  Am hoping for a change.  Change is good.  Change is scary.  But at this point, any change is better than no change.  'Nuff said.

Bersih 3.0 on my mum's birthday.  Am sure she would have understood why I didn't visit her.

Still paper pushing away at the same job.  Still loving it...even the bad parts...in hindsight.  Always in hindsight.  Learning to deal with all sorts of people on a daily basis.  Learning to be a bigger (not physically!) person on a daily basis.

Joined the 'sewing circle' in church.  Am as amazed as you are, so put away that raised eye brows and wipe that incredulous drool.  It does not look becoming.

Still collecting books and attempting to read all of them.  The Big Bad Wolf sale is in the horizon and that calls for a visit to IKEA for a new Billy book case.  The two in the study is packed.

To end on a more serious note.  Things I unfortunately learnt the hard way:

• Lines have to be drawn and most of the time...in order to do that...one has no choice but to be a bitch.  Then, people who would normally leverage your 'kindness' would think twice before coming to you with their crap.  If they still come, then you know that it is most probably a genuine request.  Help if you can.  If not, get a turqoise coloured crayon and draw more lines.
• When making a change in your life, best not to announce it to too many people.  True friends are weeded out from the fakers.  You will never understand this unless you have been through it, so trust me on this.
• A simple "I love you" heals a multitude of hurts.
• Idiots exist EVERYWHERE.  But do not be too presumtious.  Sometimes, when you stare into a mirror, one stares back at you.

Alright.  Out for dinner.  It has been a long day and am in dire need of entertainment...of any kind.  I am that desperate.

The cross stitch will just have to stay in its plastic prison for yet another day (or possibly week...hopefully not months).

A Little Too Late

She sits in the bus stop. A lone figure hunched up and trembling. The wind starts to build up and catches her curls as it blows pass. The skies are rumbling and the promise of rain lingers in the fresh smells of nature. But he doesn't appear. All the other kids have gone back to their warm toasty homes. But she still waits. Maybe this time he will remember her. Maybe this time...

The rain drops. So do her tears. A salty mixture of disappointment and hurt. This time was no different than the rest. He had done it once again. Broken a promise. She thought that by now the hurt would have lessen, that she would have gotten used to it. But it hurt just as badly as all the other times.

She got up from the bench. It was useless waiting any longer for someone who would not show up. Who would never show up. What was a little rain? Her heart was already feeling so cold and numb. The rain could not do no further harm.

And so she walked home. The rain washed off the tears that continued to fall. Between that and the rain that was now pouring down in sheets, she could not see where she was going. It happened so fast...the truck, the horn, the collision. There was no pain. There was no time for it.

The funeral was a sombre one as all funerals are. Many could not understand how God allowed such a beautiful child to be taken away. Tears and emotions flowed freely. Many found solace in the knowledge that she is now in a better place.

He finally came. But it was too late. He would never see her smile or hear her laughter again. He wished that he had not forgotten about his princess. He wished many things that day but none of them would be granted to him. Not even one.

Sushi: The Making Off

Deepavali was a good day. A long day. It was filled with food. A lot of it...yummy Indian food. For dinner however, sushi rolls were on the menu. Homemade. This was my first attempt and boy was I glad that Ann was around. Cooking genius that woman is. Me on the other hand, I found out that my common sense (the leeeetle that I have) ventures not into the kitchen. The things I do, which makes so much sense to me, often defy the exact science of cooking. So unlike other cooking blogs, I will blog about what NOT to do (often from a wealth of mistakes experienced) rather than what to do...which one can very easily google about.

Munkee see, munkee do. Though extensive YouTube research (watched two videos), I found out that sushi rice is not really sushi rice until some rice vinegar is added and combed into the rice evenly. Just enough to give it a slightly sourish tinge. Good to have measuring cups in the house. Mentally adding into my shopping list the ones found in IKEA...cause they match my kitchen's colour theme. For real. Anything can basically be chucked (neatly arranged in other words) into the roll. That yellow stuff is some kind of pickled vegetable. My next sushi making session will involve salmon sashimi and the slightest trickle of roasted sesame seed dressing. A good tip for blubbering idiots in the kitchen, rice is sticky. But rice on wet hands is not sticky.
We also had grilled shishamo...except that it was over cooked and the eggs exploded as a result. Note to self, sprinkle more salt and some oil to speed up the browning process. Went in blind on this dish.
And lastly, this has nothing to do with sushi. Just felt like throwing in a picture of my 'guilty shelf'. It has been empty for so long till three days ago when I threw caution into the wind and procured Mr Lay and Mr Ruffles. Let's see how long they survive in the Oinkery.

It's September Again

A time to remember.  A time to appreciate.


Loved ones.  Lost ones.


A moment of silence.


Tugs the heart.


And memories bring you back to me.

Goodbye...

I just found out that a friend I had lost touch with passed away this morning. Cervical cancer. She was a year younger. Of all the words I could choose from...I will choose two: THAT SUCKS. It does. Another light snuffed out. At such a young age. It just doesn't seem right.

There has to be a lesson to be learnt. As I sit in Starbucks rehabilitating my injured pointer finger (another story for another post), I look around. This place is filled with young people (aside from the two older aunties sitting in front of me who look like they are best friends catching up on life) surfing, chatting, caffeinating...and there are these two guys watching Glee together (ahem). So much 'life' happening at this place that I feel like an outcast. I am thinking of death. Of lost. And there has to be a lesson somewhere here.

I don't know. Perhaps the lesson is in acknowledging that these losses hurt...they take a piece of us with them and we are never the same again. In acknowledging this, we perhaps have a greater appreciation of people around us. Perhaps this is the lesson.

But whatever it may be, goodbye my dear friend. May you be at peace finally.

Road Rage Is Not Dead, Courtesy Is.

Question: Why is there so much road rage on the road?
Answer: Because there is an equivalent amount of idiots on the road too!

My Wish List...SSF Bandar Sri Damansara

So many pretty things. So many pretty EXPENSIVE things. My minimalistic perception of my apartment is threatened constantly. Everytime I step into a home decor centre, my shopping spree sprite (never knew I had one) awakens and jumps up with full gusto ready to burn some serious plastic. I suddenly have visions of bunnies huddling in a corner and candle stands in corners I know I will never dust.

Well, a girl can always dream...or wish...so here, in this poor blog so irregularly updated, my sprite will post up pictures of what could have been (and who knows, will be with the next pay cheque). Pretty things...mostly useless except to serve as eye candy and a place for dust to settle on.

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A lovely iron tea light candle holder (RM498). Wow, this one some how blew me away and when I took a peek at the tag...well, suffice to say, a little bit of my enthusiasm died.

This flower and tall vase arrangement caught my eye. Lovely, but not enough to make me bend down to look for the price tag.

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Clay wabbits! Pretty pretty! I can imagine it on the floor at a corner. The bigger ones are RM50/rabbit and RM30/rabbit for the smaller ones.
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A rustic miniature grandfather clock. RM201.60 after being slashed down from RM288.
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Another candle holder. Don't know why I like these non-practical potentially fire causing items. Sigh. This was a whim so did not take note of the price.

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I came out of that five (or maybe four) storey building empty handed. Saw a couple of curtain fabrics that I liked, but was not ready to part with RM2000 for two sets of curtains (living room and master bedroom). They have been shelved into my KIV folder.