Day 11 ~A picture of something you hate

A picture of something you hate 

L.A.U.N.D.R.Y.
D.A.Y

Ugh!!!! 

Day 10 ~A picture of the person you do the most ****** up things with

A picture of the person you do the most ****** up things with

We went partying together -HARD
We went drinking together -F* UP
We went on club fights together -AWESOME
We defended each other when people pick on any one of us -PRECIOUS
We went on a laughing spree without using any added substances -FABULOUS

She made the word BAD, real B-B-B-B-A-A-A-A-D but she's a great friend. Now that I'm no longer in that lunatic scene, we just hang out to shop and laugh at people's face -Right in front of their face.

Day 9 ~A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most

A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most 

I can't pinpoint only one person in my life who had been there for me through thick and thin.
So here, I summarize it into one word -MY FAMILY

Day 8 ~A picture that makes you laugh

A picture that makes you laugh 

I can't remember who thought of the idea first to fly a kite but it was one of the best time I ever had.Just as soon as this photo was taken, my kite was blown away by strong gush of wind and I watched helplessly as the kite flew out of my hand. Suddenly, Karen dashed right in front of me screaming like a lunatic chasing the kite (it belongs to her TET!)
That snapped me out of my blur state and I ran after her to chase the kite too and together we were screaming, running, jumping and gasping and yes, she managed to catch the kite. Oh. My. God.We collapsed in exhaustion and joined the rest who were laughing their ass off at our comedic adventure. Silly Karen.
It never fails to make me laugh whenever I think back of that memory.

Day 7 ~A picture of your most treasured item

A picture of your most treasured item 

Try and guess which one is my most treasured item here


 

"Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have." ~ J.K Rowling

These past few weeks I’ve been feeling a tad bit emotional. Occasionally I find myself sobbing with no apparent reason. Sometimes even watching moronic cartoons make my lower lips quivers. And happy endings? Oy… Instant waterworks, folks.

All I want to do is -C.R.Y.
I think my hormones have gone bonkers.

No, I’m not about to have my period.

And no, I’m not pregnant. Yet.

Every time I want to blog about something hilarious, I find myself typing oh-so-emotional post instead.

The other day, I was accompanying the Mister to a massage place to get a full body massage. Poor guy was working so hard moving our things to our new house that his body was aching everywhere. Seeing him in such pain, almost made me burst out crying. He insisted that I do not lift a single thing and that’ll do everything himself and later he had to pay the price of aching muscles and such.

The whole time he was groaning when the masseuse massaged his sore arms and legs, I was biting the urge to whimper and call the masseuse to FREAKING STOP TORTURING MY HUSBAND BITCH!

Since when I become this sappy?

Then yesterday I almost bawl out loud as I was overwhelmed with massive load of work in the office. The non-stop phones calls, the keep-on-coming-emails, the urgent-must-do-this-right-now-and-submit-to-me-in-5-seconds-top paperwork almost made me run away and hide in the toilet’s cubicle and wail. I was being pulled in many directions and oh my god I AM ONLY ONE PERSON I CANNOT BE AT 5 DIFFERENT PLACES AT THE SAME TIME WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE AND DIE?! Damn. I was hit by the sudden tsunami of work due to one colleague who went MIA so I had to cover all her work. Bless her bloody fuckup sweet soul.

At 6pm, I said fuck this. I was too exhausted to cook so I told the Mister we’ll have dinner at the Club instead. As I watched the sun sets in (the Club is by a beach), again I was choking back tears. The sun was extremely gorgeous!

Oh shut up. Just hand me those damn tissues.




 
 

"Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be." Elizabeth Gilbert

As the year turned 2011, few things change.


1. Health

I started to invest a lot in vitamins/supplement as I get quite conscious of my health. Once every 2 months, I restock my vitamins. When I buy, I buy a lot at one go. Up to a point the Mister said I can open up my own pharmacy at home. It’s A LOT. A LOT. A LOT. A LOT. Hopefully by end of this year, you’ll see me sprouting roses through my nose.

2. Money

Like Amal, this year is also my cost recovery year. With a heavy heart and sobbing like a baboon, I had to say no to oh so many traveling opportunity. Money has to be put aside for the new house. There’s a lot of renovations need to be done (repainting, new furniture, fixtures and fittings and many more that makes you wish you’re not THAT fussy to live in a box by the side of a road) The cost of the wedding and getting a new house really put a dent on my forehead in our wallets. That’s why my aim to buy a new car had to be postponed to end of this year instead *throw childish tantrum*

This year also I started to dabble with some low risk investment plans. Learning about investment really open up my eyes and I had to control my fanatic self by not dumping all my money in the investment plans introduced to me. I also started to increase my saving. Believe me; it’s EXTREMELY DIFFICULT to discipline myself by putting aside 20% out of my income for saving. It’s like trying to thrust a Durian up your anus.

3. Career

I’m not sure whether what I’m doing now is my career or just a job I do for living. But one thing for sure, I love where I am today and I enjoy doing what I’m doing. With my recent promotion, job scope also increases dramatically. Well, who said getting paid more means lesser work, eh? The more I do, the longer time I spend at work. This is also one reason why it’s nearly impossible to apply for leave to go out for a vacation but I’m not complaining. As I said, I love doing what I’m doing. I know I’m one of those lucky ones who enjoy their job. To me, going to work in the morning is not a chore but a mission to accomplish enthusiastically.

4. Education

I’m still pursuing my study. Nothing changed there but I’ll be graduating when I’m a grandmother. Sigh. It’s not exactly THAT long (but my breast sure would be a meter longer that time) It’s just another 3 years and after that, hopefully I can call myself a Psychology grad.

5. Relationship

I’m a married woman now. Life changed 360 degrees. The ups and downs that we faced throughout these 2 months we keep to ourselves. I’m a firm believer that what happens between us is for us to know. That’s the reason why I don’t write much about my marriage life here. But one thing for sure, I’m getting better at cooking for my husband *grinning* I especially love waking up early in the morning to cook him breakfast. Scouting for recipes online become part of my agenda every day.



What’s in store for me this year? Plenty. I dream a lot and I dream big. Each and every change I made now is a path I created to open up a new door in the future.



So what change in your life this year?

DAY 6 ~A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day

A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day

Ivanka Trump of course

DAY 5 ~A picture of your favorite memory

A picture of your favorite memory

Them.

I don't know what I am to them but to me, they were one of the best kind of people to hang out with, no question ask, no reason needed, no specific agenda, no game plan, no discrimination, no string attached.

Best memories with them - alot.

DAY 4 ~A picture of your favorite night

A picture of your favorite night



1. It was our first New Year celebration together

2. It was our first vacation together (accompanied by my sister and few other friends along BUT OF COURSE)

3. It was my first time applying fake lashes (The girls and I was cackling like a hyena the whole time we were applying our fake lashes as many times we almost glued our eyes shut!)

4. Though there was no fireworks that night (boohoo) we still had a great, memorable fun time

5. It was also the first time I scare the Mister when I was hit by cruciatingly painful period cramp that night. He was helpless as he doesn’t know how to help me. But now? W-O-W. At any sign of injury/pain/cramp/sickness, he’s like a lightning and next thing I know I’m bandaged/shove with medicines/tucked in bed/hot water/massaged/etc. My own personal E.R!

DAY 3 ~A picture of the cast from your favorite show

 A picture of the cast from your favorite show

DAY 2 ~A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest

A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest

My best friend, Aveen, of course!
We've been friends for 23 years!
Yayyer Us!

DAY 1 ~A PICTURE OF YOURSELF WITH 10 FACTS

A PICTURE OF YOURSELF WITH 10 FACTS

 

1. When I was 26, I was diagnosed as having ADD-PI (Attention Deficit Disorder-Primarily Inattentive).

2. I do not like to be touched (hand shake, hugs, pat on the back etc) by other people aside from my husband. Physical contact makes me tense and uncomfortable.

3. I pout out of habit.

4. On the day my Dad passed away, my best friend Grace called all the way from Sydney to say, “Don’t cry… Try to picture Ms. X (our high school discipline teacher) naked and running frantically in your house now. That’ll cheer you up!” It did. It made me laugh so hard, I forgot about my sadness for a while. I love my girlfriends.

5. I’m a very frank, honest, open person. This is the reason why I’ve lots of haters.

6. My grammar sucks lollipop.

7. My mom can sense “spirits”. I can sense poop stench from miles away.

8. I drink tea A LOT. Like 5-6 mugs cups a day.

9. I’ve zero fashion sense. I dressed like a homeless person.

10. I can never sit still. In 1 minute, I can make 1001 different movements (refer to fact number 1)

30 Days Photo Challenge

This month is one is one of my most hectic month this year (yes, it’s only the second month of the year but whatev), what’s with the house move, the assignments I have to submit end of this month (which by the way I haven’t started yet FTS) and then the baby showers for my pregnant friends to throw and this and that so on and so forth. I won’t dull myself by writing it all. The list just goes on and on.

I’m really glad I decided not to join my family’s trip to Singapore (which supposed to be this weekend)

But despite my hectic schedule, I am mega excited to start my own 30 Days Photo Challenge!

Since I don’t have my own Facebook account (Gasp! LIKE REALLY? BALQIZ DON’T HAVE FACEBOOK? WHAT IS SHE? A NEANDERTHAL? A PORCUPINE? A STAPLER?), I’m going to post the 30 Days Photo Challenge here (Oh you lucky duck!)

(Whisper to self) Where did I get this notion that I can do this challenge? I’ve tons of other things to do!

(Voice in my head) It’s easy. Just use your old photos, dumbass.

(Whispering to the voice in my head) B-b-b-but…

(Voice in my head) B-b-b-boring. It’s not a 365 Project where you take a photo every day, Ma-rtha!

(Whispering madly to the voice in my head) I AM NOT MARTHA, MARTHA! YOU’RE MARTHA!

(Voice in my head) Whatev.

So, the rule is to post one photo a day for 30 days and each day the photo must represent a meaning as listed below:

1. A picture of yourself with 10 facts

2. A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest

3. A picture of the cast from your favorite show

4. A picture of your favorite night

5. A picture of your favorite memory

6. A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day

7. A picture of your most treasured item

8. A picture that makes you laugh

9. A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most

10. A picture of the person you do the most ****** up things with

11. A picture of something you hate

12. A picture of something you love

13. A picture of your favorite band or artist

14. A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without

15. A picture of something you want to do before you die

16. A picture of someone who inspires you

17. A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently

18. A picture of your biggest insecurity

19. A picture and a letter

20. A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel

21. A picture of something you wish you could forget

22. A picture of something you wish you were better at

23. A picture of your favorite book

24. A picture of something you wish you could change

25. A picture of your favorite day

26. A picture of something that means a lot to you

27. A picture of yourself and a family member

28. A picture of something you're afraid of

29. A picture that can always make you smile

30. A picture of someone you miss

As to NOT make me look like an idiot feel alone, I invited you to join in this challenge and drop your blog address here (YES, I FINALLY OPEN MY COMMENT BOX SO GO CRAZY) so I can check out yours and you can check out my ass mine.

So let’s get this challenge started!

Show Off!

... Petty excuse to sleep whole day, eh?

... and STILL stay cute. Can you?





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Vamp It Up!

The Mister’s aunt gave me a black silk scarf she bought in Holland a month ago. I totally forgotten about it and only recently found it lurking amidst my many, many unfolded clothes (I simply dumped all of my clothes in a plastic bag during the house move I know I know I am such an undomestic goddess bite me).

Since I’m wearing a simple black boring blouse to work today, I decided to add the scarf just to see whether I can make it work. Turns out, not bad, eh!

Though I’m still no Angelina Jolie but meeeeeeeeh, who wants to be like her anyway?

*Crying envying her lucky duck soul*

I wonder what else can I do with this scarf. Wrap it around my head as a head band? Swing it over my head while do the rain dance on the office desk? Use it as a lasso to catch a runaway bull? Do we even have a runaway bull in Miri?

What’s your add on accessory to vamp up a boring attire?

It's Friggin' Hideous. I Know.

I burned my skin the other day. Ugh. I know it'll scar for the rest of my life. I've a lot of scars like this on my body since I'm such a magnificent accident prone marsupial *bow*

Given that it is strategically located where everyone can see it and exclaimed, “BY GAWD, WOMAN! DON’T YOU KNOW THE BASIC 101 COOKING IS TO NOT BURN YOUR SKIN BECAUSE IT WILL STING LIKE A BLOODY FUCK?” I decided to decorate it a bit just to lessen the cringe people are giving me as and when the SCAR is in view.

First, I tried giving it those typical cute Manga eyes and long thick lashes.

Hmmm. Not THAT cute atall. In fact, it's kinda scary. Kinda like a zombie caught on camera while pooping at 5am in someone else’s house.

How about giving it a smiley face instead, eh?

I can hear a faint sound of people saying, "Dooooorky!" I agree. It looks like something my mom's cat would not even dare to drag in.

Why don't I give my scar a manly macho oomph to it and voila!

Du..du..du...du..du... BATMAN!

"I SHALL PROTECT HUMANITY FROM COOKING LIKE A MANIAC AND SAVE SKINS FROM FALLING INTO THE VICTIM OF FAY-YAAAAAAH!"

Oh my hero!

Of course, where there's Batman, there's always ... The Joker!

The Joker!

Oy, I need to brush up on my art skill. That sure does not look like a Joker.

If The Joker sees this, I'm dead.

Enough with the human faces. Let's try to decorate it with bugs instead.

 

I can't tell whether that's a cockroach, an ant or a tyre mark.

Let's try this again.

You must admit this DOES looks a bit like a cockroach. Right? Right?

No, no. That is not a table with strips! Bah! What do you know of art. Humbug.

I called this, "My poor attempt to draw a butterfly". My butterfly is infected with HIV disease.

Party hats?

Wheeee! It's my party and I scar myself if I want to! Scar if I want too!

To cover up the gruesome scar, I try sticking some cute stickers on it, hoping your children would not run in fear seeing it and have nightmares tonight.

Look! Balloons!

Ah fuck this.

Here's a monkey face to cover it all up.

Bai.

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

Mode:

EXHAUSTED BEYOND WORDS YOU BETTER BELIEVE I’M THAT EXHAUSTED COZ NOW I CAN’T FEEL ANY PARTS OF MY BODY NOT MY BACK NOT MY ACHING ARMS NOT MY SPRAIN NECK NOT MY FEET I DOUBT I’M EVEN PHYSICAL RIGHT NOW HEY MAYBE I’M JUST A SOUL DRIFTING OUT OF MY BODY AND TYPING ALL THIS DOWN BECAUSE I’M A BLOGGER ADDICT AND I JUST NEEEEEEED TO BLOG ABOUT EVERYTHING EVERYDAY NOW ISN’T THAT JUST PATHETIC YES YES THE EXHAUSTION FINALLY GETS TO ME THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR NOTICING

Reasons:

1) WE FINALLY MOVED TO OUR NEW HOUSE LAST WEEKEND OMGF WE DID IT! WE DID IT! TOOK US ONE DAY TO MOVED EVERYTHING! YEAY US! BUT OMG THE PACKING THE LIFTING THE CARRYING THE CLEANING THE ARRANGING THE UNPACKING PLEASE SOMEONE PLEASE SELL ME YOUR HOUSE ELF I NEED HELP BADLY! EVEN IF IT’S GARGOYLES I GLADLY TAKE IT IF IT CAN HELP ME CLEAN!

2) I’M OFFICIALLY BROKE SO IF YOU’RE SO KIND PLEASE, PLEASE DONATE ME SOME CASH SO I CAN FEED MYSELF DURING LUNCH TIME COZ I DOUBT KEYBOARD AND PAPERS ARE EDIBLE. I SPEND A KING’S RANSOM ON INSTALLING THREE MOTHAFUCKHA AIRCONDS, SHOWER HEATERS, LIGHTINGS, ASTRO AND LOTS MORE. YES, LOTS MORE! *BAWLING MY EYES OUT* LOTS MORE!!!!

The new house is still in an unlivable condition. The living room is like a storage unit that a crazy bull just had a big orgy in it. The reading room looks more like a refugee camp after a gruesome massacre. Only the kitchen, toilets and master bedroom that I managed to clean and scrub with all its furniture properly arranged and placed.

This morning, we had to overhaul all boxes and bags just to look for my makeup bag. Oy. What a healthy fun activity to do at 6:15am clad only in a wet towel, bleary eyes and all.

The mister did reminded me last night to prepare all my working stuff before bed and I DID I TELL YOU I DID I PLACED ALL MY CLOTHES MY SHOES AND HANDBAG BUT AN EVIL SPIRIT HIDE MY MAKEUP BAG THAT BLOODY BUGGER IS THE CULPRIT JUST COST ME HALF AN HOUR OF MY MORNING AND I REACHED THE OFFICE SLIGHTLY LATE YES BLAME IT ON THE EVIL SPIRIT PLEASE DO BOSS ERR BOSS? Okay, I actually forgot where I put the makeup bag. Bah. Humbug.

To Fieoana Sky, I’m so sorry your blog header will be delayed again. Hopefully this weekend but then again no promises as I don’t know what might come up AGAIN that disrupt my ENTIRE LIFE PLAN *quietly crying by the corner of a wall*

P/s I cried for 5 minutes saying goodbye to my old house. But oh well, starting a new life means saying goodbyes to old ones and greeting a bigger better life right? Rooite… *sobbing still*

Let Me Tell You About The Time I Had My Fortune Read by a Palm Reader

I was accompanying my mom shopping at One Utama Shopping Mall, KL, two months ago when I stumbled upon a palm reader (also known as fortune reader) booth. Bored to tears of not knowing how to kill time while my mom shops, I casually asked how much and how is the procedure.

The lady said per reading is RM50.

Fair.

I’m not a bit curious on what my future hold coz I’m VERY confident that I will be okay, rich and successful and happy and so on and so forth. But I wanted to do it because:

1) I was bored

2) I want to rest my aching feet after many hours of walking from one shopping mall to another

3) I want to find something to blog about (my blog was collecting cobwebs that time)

So I paid the RM50.

The lady fortune person took both my hands. Asked me my birthday and what time I was born. Then she scribbled something and looked at my hand.

These are the things she said (I shit you not! I had my mom wrote everything she said coz as I said, it’s a blog material)

(Read it in an old Chinese lady’s voice. Quivering and all):

“Born in the year of a Rooster with Metal as Elements, you have the patient in handling difficult things.

According to the lines in your palm, your life foundation is stable and that your life line is long. Means, you’ll live a long life. However, the lines are not deep enough. This is because you have small illnesses that come and go. Mainly your nose. Sometime in your life, you will have to undergo a major operation. But don’t worry. It is not fatal. The surgery is necessary for child birth (Caesarean)

Your head line shows you are a very intelligent woman. Very clever and very careful in making long-term decision. But your head line is too long. This means you day dream a lot. Your head is always in clouds.

Your love line shows you are a very romantic person at heart. You are very sentimental. You want to hear nice words in a nice way. But you are also very moody, very emotional and very idealism (love of beautiful things). Your love line has a small island. This means you should marry late. If you marry early (below 28 years old), your marriage won’t last. But if you marry now (late), you will be much stable and happier. Your love line is secure so don’t worry. After marriage, your luck will sky rocket. Money comes easily to you and you’ll also bring luck to your future husband. You enhance his career and financial aspect. You will have 2 children.

You will be a very socially active person. But you cannot be a housewife! You will be bored and miserable. You need to be on the move and be in charge. That is why you make a very good leader. You can manage people very well but people cannot control you. You are very successful in your career.

You are also a quick tempered person but a very independent one and can be your family’s financial advisor. When you make a decision, you are very firm and determine about it. Nobody can change your mind once you set your mind on something.

However, you have two personalities. You can be positive at one time and in the next moment, you can switch into a negative thinker.

Your traveling line is very long. This means you always travel and always make money too.”

If I went for this thing few years ago, I would say hell no. I know back then my confident level was below a gnat’s knee and my self-esteem was shaky. I would be scared silly, believe everything the fortune teller said 100% and occasionally found rocking myself near a corner in a fetal position. All that BEFORE my fortune read. Imagine after… It’ll just be one hell of a FUN FACTORY.

But now, now I’ve grown. I know where I stand and where I’m going. I’m not afraid of the future and I readily embark on life’s many unknown journeys. So hearing my fortune read that time didn’t do anything except making me smile. I mean, if you already know who you are and a stranger come to you and give a list of who you and everything describe you perfectly, do you;

1) Gasp and exclaim wonders and ask, “Are you by any chance related to THE David Blane?”

2) Scared out of your wits and have nightmares of an idle hand chasing you around your bed?

3) Scream “AM I ON TV? IS THIS A REALITY SHOW WHERE THEY PULL A PRANK ON UNEXPECTED PEOPLE? AM I FAMOUS? WHERE’S THE CAMERA? HOW’S MY HAIR?”

4) Accept it and let it go?

I accepted it and let it go.

Do I believe in it? Let’s just say I believe in myself. What she described were the things I already know about myself and I believe that I am going towards a better, much happier and successful richer life.

Even if she said I’ll die hanging from an Eiffel Tower one day or monkeys gonna steal my purse away, I would say, WOMAN, YOU NEED TO GET YOUR HEAD FIX! CAN’T YOU SEE WHO I AM? (Standing proudly with my hands on my hip and my nose flaring) I AM MAGNIFICIENT! I AM A SUCCESS! I AM A SURVIVOR! I AM A LUNATIC! No no… I mean, I AM AND WILL ALWAYS BE GREAT! So fat chance that I’ll believe her.

The only part that piques my interest was the “island” on my Love Line. That I shouldn’t get married at an early age. That I should get married late. Late as in after 27-28 years old. Now, THAT part, I find very interesting *Grinning*

Ciao!

There's a Dead Frog in Your Car

When the Mister exclaimed, “There’s a dead frog in your car”, my immediate response was, “Holy fuckballs! I sat on a dead frog throughout all the time I was driving? And I didn’t notice it? What is wrong with my ass? Why can’t it feel that there’s a dead frog underneath it? Has my ass loss all its magnificent senses? It can shoot laser beam but not able to sense a dead frog on its baby smooth skin? Is it dead? My ass I mean. Should someone give my ass a mouth to mouth? Hello? Are you STILL listening to me or your mind had drifted off somewhere?”

Of course, THOSE questions only existed in my head.

Instead, I calmly asked my husband, “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? A DEAD FROG? HOLY HELLBOY! IS IT SMELLY? STINKY? WITH MAGGOTS ALL OVER IT? WHERE WAS IT? EW? EW! EW! EWWWWWWWWWW!!!!”

Turns out, the dead frog’s carcass was in my engine.

Not INSIDE my engine but it strategically placed itself on a flat surface somewhere in my engine. I don’t know what is the name of that “place” or “thing”.

If anyone asks me anything about car’s engine, I can only point at the radiator and said, “Now that looks like something I WOULD NEVER EVER EVER EVER know neither its name nor its function. What? That’s a radiator? What’s a radiator? Is it like an alligator crossbred with a raccoon? Does it shoot laser beam like my ass does sometimes? No? Then it’s NOT INTERESTING AND LA LA LA LA I DON’T UNDERSTAND ALL THOSE TECHNICAL WORDS YOU’RE TALKING NOW LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA”

So why don’t I show you a picture of it instead.

 

At first, I thought it was a dried up chewing gum or an Inca Mummy's nose.

 

Then I looked closer and ... and I vomitted in my mouth.

DISGUSTING!

Shit, how long has it been there? By the look of it, it  looks like its been there a gazillion million years, I bet. I swear THAT thing you see, yes, that PART where the right leg should be, THAT is a cobweb.

*Vomit in mouth*

That's it. I'm buying a new car!

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How Do You Manage All The Blogs You Follow?

For the past how many years (I can’t remember how long since I started blogging/reading blogs) I had been using Bloglines as my aggregator of RSS Feeds. Or in layman term; as and when any blogs I follow update their blog, Bloglines will prompt me.

Really saved me a lot of time coz before I know the existence of Bloglines, I ‘bookmarked’ the blog and go there each and every day to check for updates. So imagine if I have 200 blogs… What an exciting moment!

Bloglines was so easy to used back then. Especially when I still had my Nokia phone (they had a mobile web for Symbian OS). I can simply connect and read blogs update in the toilet.

But ever since they change ownership and had a new make-over, I find it really difficult to navigate. Their widgets are too heavy and loading takes bazillion minutes! And what’s worse, they can’t read/detect some RSS Feeds! HORROR OF ALL HORRORS!

Frustrated, I transferred all my RSS Feeds to Google Reader instead (after much recommendation from my friend, Feli)

At first, Google Reader daunted me.

But after a while, once I get the hang of it, it’s damn easy. Loading takes less than a second and no widgets! I hate widgets. Widgets are like those bloody Grimlins. If a blog is full of widgets, it turns me off and don’t expect me to go there again.

Unfortunately (or for some, fortunately), Google Reader does not show your entire blog, therefore, your readers would not be able to see your new blog layout or advertisement banner. Readers will only read your postings and that’s about all. So boo-hoo for some and hell-yeah-no-advert-yo for others.

If you’re using Google Reader as your RSS Feeds aggregator and you are an iPhone/iPad user, get Mobile RSS app and link your Google Reader account there and you can read blog updates anywhere. Don’t you just love technologies nowadays?

It is indeed the best time to live in this world.

Enough tech talk. Will resume my daily-nonsense-ranting on my next post.

Till then, ciao!

P/s I might or might not write about this before. I’m a breathing sloth so don’t expect me to go through my archives. Meh.

Shao Sheng's Nameless Twin Brother

My camera flash blinded the poor fella for a minute. Sowie!

He was not in a good mood that day. All he wanted to do was sleep but I keep poking him to pose hahahaha!

Then he got fed-up and walked away, swishing his chubby tail along. Such cute tail too!

Ok lah... I'll leave you to join your sister for a nom-nom session.

Ciao!


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Oodles of Cyootness!

Everyone is talking about bunny rabbits this year.

Bunnies are hogging the cyoot limelights!

I guess they haven't seen ME yet

Yes, you heard me! ME!

LOOK AT ME! AM I CYOOT OR WHAT?

My stoopid brother named her "Tepet Shawshank Redemption Hook Shot the Third"

I guess we have to call her "Shao Sheng" from now on... *Face Palm*

Whatever her name is, she's just shooo cyoot! Just like her mom, Tallulah Phoebe (Or like my brother called, FIBI), she makes you coo "AAAAAWWWWWWW !"



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Moving to a New House!

We FINALLY found a house that we like! (Do the Chumbawamba dance)

It’s a single-storey semi-detached house with one HUGE living room (You can even play golf in it!), 1 GIGANTIC master bedroom that we can turn it into a Spa Saloon, 2 spare rooms, a nice kitchen and a cute dining area)

No photos yet. Be patient, Young Grasshopper.

Wait until we get the house clean and settle in then and only THEN, photo-fest.

If you follow me in my Twitter, you noticed I mentioned few times that I’m looking for a house. Me and the Mister has been spending our every weekends driving around Miri looking for a perfect house.

It’s kinda difficult to find one that we both like. We want:

1) A big house but we don’t want a double storey. I don’t want to spend my time cleaning top to bottom humongous house and next thing you know, it’ll be dusty again the next day. CRAZY! I rather spend THAT time crocheting my eyebrows together.

2) Must have a nice, secluded neighborhood so that privacy is ensured. Peace and quiet neighborhood is not easy to find here. And no, WE, SARAWAKIANS ARE NOT LIVING IN A JUNGLE, MORON! *Cough* Now where was I?

3) It must be affordable because I want to save money to go to Agra, India or Beijing, China sometime this year (AMIN!) There are some houses with a very low price range but the size of the house is pretty much the same as my current one so we don’t see the point of getting one.

The current house we’re staying is super small. In fact, it’s so small that me and the Mister keep bumping into each other it’s like we’re in a pinball machine.

It’s just waaaaay to small for 2 people to live in. Besides, my tenancy (I’m renting it) expires in March 2011 and I see no point to renew the contract and live there again or look for another similar size house within the same budget. No point at all.

Even if it means we have to cough up more dough to cover the expenses of a newer, bigger and better house.

I mean, we’re willing to pay extra coz well; we've this belief that making a big change means making room for something big and magnificent to happen in your life. If we settle for a same small house, what change?

We’re moving in slowly as we have the whole month to do it and hopefully everything goes well. There’s a lot of cleaning up to do and packing, OMG, THE PACKING! I HATE PACKING AND UNPACKING!

Hmmm… I wonder, since it’s NOT WINTER, would Santa’s elves come to work with me for extra pocket money? These hands of mine are not meant for hard-labor see (QUICK! SOMEONE SLAP HER ALREADY!)

But it should be okay coz I’ve the Mister to help me this time. Besides, he strictly said I cannot carry heavy stuff. So what I'll do is supervise! Aahh... the beauty of being a newly-wed.

The last time I moved house, I moved to start a new life, a new journey alone. This time, I’m moving to start a new life with someone who means the world to me and vice versa. Perfect start for our new adventure together, ain't it?

Happy Sunday folks!

Ciao!

I Made Kuih Keria

Whaaaaaaa?

I know, right?

Me, baking is like hearing a monkey say, “Hey ya cuzz!” (in Burt Reynolds’s voice)

I’ve always wanted to eat this ‘kuih’ and been looking around whenever I go to Miri’s night market. Unfortunately, it’s almost like the cake has gone extinct or something.

I remember my step-mom always cooked this cake for my dad and just picturing it hot and sticky with sugar just send me into a salivating frenzy.

So I decided to bake/cook myself instead. How hard could it be right? ROOOOOOOOITE!

(WARNING! DO NOT FOLLOW MY RECIPE TO THE DOT BECAUSE I ADD THE INGREDIENTS BASED ON MY OWN ESTIMATION SO THERE’S NO EXACT AMOUNT/MEASUREMENT TO IT)

Ingredients: 

1 kg sweet potato

Some handful of flour

A cup or two of icing sugar

A little bit of water

TOLD YA!!!! (Insert maniacal laughter)

Boil those sweet ass potatoes and mash it once it’s soft. Add some flour and mould it into a donut shape.

Moldy keria

Then fry it in hot oil until golden in color. Put it aside once done.

Time to do the glazing! 

Toss those sugars into a pot and add a little bit of water. 

Let it boil. Then dip in the fried ‘keria’ into the boiled sugar. 

Take it out once you FEEL like it’s coated evenly. 

Then... THEN YOU EAT IT! 

IT’S YUMMY TRUST ME!!!!!

But it was sure a messy cake to make...

I usually prefer it with ‘gula melaka’ (no idea what’s gula Melaka in English so just imagine a very sweet coconut flavoured syrup. Yeah. That’ll do. Snort) 

But I couldn’t find it anywhere yesterday so I just make do with sugar instead. 

The mister’s verdict: “Maybe next time it’ll turn out much better... But it’s still nice!” 

Thank you, love. You send warmth down to the cockle of my heart... NO MORE NEXT TIME! *nangis* (cry)

Ciao!

When A Blogger is Bored...

... And have zero idea what to post, they either;

1) Go out to look for inspiration, or

2) Create an inspiration, or

3) Dream an inspiration

and many more.

But if they are anything like me, I just wait and something will come up.

Like this poor block who flew into my house, trapped and got sprayed by a Ridsect.

I wanted to let it go and let it fly free but chances is, it might sting me if I come close to it. So, the Mister came to the rescue, armed with his trusty Ridsect can, he sprayed at it and ....

I'm sorry lil' guy... As I watch it die, I decided the best way to make amend is to  take my camera and SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! 

At least I got something to shoot. I've been bored tears with no inspiration whatsoever these past few days. Plus with sudden melancholy attack, I'm pretty much a walking dullard with a sullen face so long that it dragged on the floor...

Yes, yes. I am THAT heartless bored