This evening I had a very bad craving. I wanted cucur udang so badly like as if I were pregnant or something. You know it's a craving that won't go away unless I do something about it. If I didn't make some, I'd be having the same craving for the next few days so off I went to Sainsbury's and bought the ingredients.
I am far from rajin but I'm so bad that when I want to eat something I would go to a distance to make it.
There I was sweating like hell in the kitchen mixing the flour and stuff. But boy was I in for a disappointment. It was way below par. The funny thing is I always knew that I'd never made good cucur udang like I had a few weeks ago at a tahlil at Msia Hall.
An Indonesian woman brought some, and me and The Black Widow really love it. It was absolutely delicious. How come whenever I tried to make some it would never came out the way I want? Is there any secret ingredients that I didn't know about?
It wasn't good, but I stuffed myself with the lot of them anyway until I felt like puking from all the greasy snacks. Eeewwww!
Oh... At this moment, there's a show on telly 'Sun, Sea and Silicone' filmed in Penang about British women who want to do boob jobs. I dunno. Brits are weird. The young ones party hard, drink alcohol like water and go under the knife like it's a natural thing to do.
What disappoint me in that program was the GM of the hotel. I didn't catch the name of hotel, I think it's Park Royal or something but the GM is definitely 100% Malaysian. He claimed he had to check everything he requested for these women because if he didn't go into the room and check it himself, the staff wouldn't do it properly. The way he scolded his staff and told them not to lepak, yes he did say lepak, shows that he didn't trust them. Didn't he know how to delegate? And belittling everyone else? Come on, Mr De Silva, don't be too nasty, it's not nice. Not all Malaysians are lazy you know.
But then again, he probably wanted to be in the limelight. It is after all for a British television and him being a cheeky Malaysian wouldn't pass on that chance.
So there I was feeling sick with the fatty cucur udang swimming inside my stomach watching these girls having cosmetic surgeries in the homeland.
Dang! I gotta go on a diet, again.
Friday 23 February 2007
Wednesday 21 February 2007
hands off my baby!
The time has passed so fast it’s almost the end of February. Man!
I spoke to JackJack, or rather she baby-talked with me on the phone. Geramnya! Normally she would just hum to the phone, but this was the first time she actually wanted to talk. She turned two in December but oh how she’s grown in the last few months.
Talking about babies, CJ told me her plan to adopt but her hubby didn't agree to it. She was told that there’s someone in Narathiwat wanting to give away her child in return for RM8K. What comes to my mind is maybe the Thai mother lives in poverty, and in need of money to support the other family members.
But the truth is I don’t think she would be getting all the money. Anyone can guess that agent probably make more money out of this transaction. Let's say 1K is for the admin processing paperwork bla bla bla, the agent will take half of what's left and only then she gets the rest. For the poor the money might seem like a lot, but for me it seems like giving the child away for pittance. That bloody agent gets a lot for something he doesn’t deserve.
Ah well, what do I know? I don’t have children. I may not understand what the mother may be feeling. But I do know that there is no way for me to pay just 3K for a baby. Not the right price for a fortune we call life. And I cannot imagine being separated from my own child :(
I spoke to JackJack, or rather she baby-talked with me on the phone. Geramnya! Normally she would just hum to the phone, but this was the first time she actually wanted to talk. She turned two in December but oh how she’s grown in the last few months.
Talking about babies, CJ told me her plan to adopt but her hubby didn't agree to it. She was told that there’s someone in Narathiwat wanting to give away her child in return for RM8K. What comes to my mind is maybe the Thai mother lives in poverty, and in need of money to support the other family members.
But the truth is I don’t think she would be getting all the money. Anyone can guess that agent probably make more money out of this transaction. Let's say 1K is for the admin processing paperwork bla bla bla, the agent will take half of what's left and only then she gets the rest. For the poor the money might seem like a lot, but for me it seems like giving the child away for pittance. That bloody agent gets a lot for something he doesn’t deserve.
Ah well, what do I know? I don’t have children. I may not understand what the mother may be feeling. But I do know that there is no way for me to pay just 3K for a baby. Not the right price for a fortune we call life. And I cannot imagine being separated from my own child :(
Monday 5 February 2007
Wholesome
This is a perfect title for today’s entry. I haven’t been feeling quite well, and I haven’t been complaining much about the people around me for quite some times. I guess nothing really exciting about the life I have. Social life is hardly thrilling, and love life is nonexistent.
I do, however, like to mengadu and merajuk about something. Alaaa… dah takde sapa nak mengadu to, so I have to write in my ever faithful blog.
I wonder why the hell can’t people just live peacefully, be thoughtful and happy for one another. Or the least they could do is mind their own business. That way everyone could be assured of a little privacy.
What I want to say has been in the newspapers for the last few weeks. You know the Big Brother hoohaa? This is not really about racism, but it has the same underlying tone.
Hmmm… there’s one guy here who most of us here dislike because his holier than thou attitude. He likes belittling people. Well, now that I think more of it, it does seem like bullying too. There is not need to shame people of their background, existence or even for work they do. Name calling, back stabbing and two-faced bitching aren’t necessary and sometimes you have to know when to hold your tongue.
Every time I hear something comes out from his mouth, it’s all I this, I that. Dia lah paling bagus, dia lah paling hebat. Puuhhhhhhhh…
It hurts when someone told me what this guy called me behind my back. You know, these are the kind of people I ran away from. The people I don’t want to have contact with. Malaysia is full with them bigot. They don’t do what they say, and what they say hardly mean something. They like to exaggerate. Sometimes they just say it to get rid of you, geddit? Or maybe to kiss arse? Who knows?
As much as I want to disassociate myself with such humans, I can’t. We are complex yet intriguing. If it happens just once I can forgive them. Twice, it’s down to stupidity. More than that they are just thick. I might as well ignore them.
Shilpa said don’t dwell on it. Keep your dignity and move on. But you know what? Tonight I felt I lost my cool a little. I felt like smashing his face, or smash anything at all. I nearly break my mugs after I kicked the desk.
Why can’t we respect people for who they are and for what they believe? People have feelings too, man. After all, we are brothers and sisters. I don’t judge you for the color of your skin, or for the bank balance you have. Why should you?
Next time you hear whatever people say behind my back ie budak gemuk, bodoh sombong or whatever, I don’t want to know. They may say it as a joke, but would you be laughing if this is about you?
I do, however, like to mengadu and merajuk about something. Alaaa… dah takde sapa nak mengadu to, so I have to write in my ever faithful blog.
I wonder why the hell can’t people just live peacefully, be thoughtful and happy for one another. Or the least they could do is mind their own business. That way everyone could be assured of a little privacy.
What I want to say has been in the newspapers for the last few weeks. You know the Big Brother hoohaa? This is not really about racism, but it has the same underlying tone.
Hmmm… there’s one guy here who most of us here dislike because his holier than thou attitude. He likes belittling people. Well, now that I think more of it, it does seem like bullying too. There is not need to shame people of their background, existence or even for work they do. Name calling, back stabbing and two-faced bitching aren’t necessary and sometimes you have to know when to hold your tongue.
Every time I hear something comes out from his mouth, it’s all I this, I that. Dia lah paling bagus, dia lah paling hebat. Puuhhhhhhhh…
It hurts when someone told me what this guy called me behind my back. You know, these are the kind of people I ran away from. The people I don’t want to have contact with. Malaysia is full with them bigot. They don’t do what they say, and what they say hardly mean something. They like to exaggerate. Sometimes they just say it to get rid of you, geddit? Or maybe to kiss arse? Who knows?
As much as I want to disassociate myself with such humans, I can’t. We are complex yet intriguing. If it happens just once I can forgive them. Twice, it’s down to stupidity. More than that they are just thick. I might as well ignore them.
Shilpa said don’t dwell on it. Keep your dignity and move on. But you know what? Tonight I felt I lost my cool a little. I felt like smashing his face, or smash anything at all. I nearly break my mugs after I kicked the desk.
Why can’t we respect people for who they are and for what they believe? People have feelings too, man. After all, we are brothers and sisters. I don’t judge you for the color of your skin, or for the bank balance you have. Why should you?
Next time you hear whatever people say behind my back ie budak gemuk, bodoh sombong or whatever, I don’t want to know. They may say it as a joke, but would you be laughing if this is about you?
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