Conversations with My Mother Part Tak Ingat

So my Dad arrived from Johor bringing a whole lotta leaves for botok-botok. 

Botok-botok is this Southern delicary where you marinate fish with spices and curry powder; layer it with herbs and ulam-ulam that has been cut very finely; then wrapped with banana leaves and steamed till cooked. Very lengthy process and some of the ulams and herbs are hard to find here in KL. So when dad cooked them he usually make extras and I usually sell them to friends. 

So that day, I chatted with mom about Dad's Botok-botok. 

Me: Botok-botok ni dia guna daun apa?

Mom: Daun kaduk, daun pucuk ubi, pucuk daun puding teh, daun dekur, daun mengkuang...

Me:  Daun mengkuang? Bukan mengkuang orang selalu buat tikar ke?

Dad (from the TV area, very, very LOUD): DAUN MENGKUDU LAH!

Muahahahhhaaha. Suka-suka mak aku je daun mengkuang.

This is how a botok-botok look like. It doesn't look too enticing botok-but trust me, nasi panas, kicap, cili padi, botok-botok  (ikan tenggiri). Damn son. 

And please, enough with the Botox joke. Dah lame kot +__+

 

Absolute Power Corrupts...or Some Shit lah.

So I guess I'd make a pretty awful ruler.

Not ruler yang pembaris 30cm tu, although I'd make an equally horrible 30cm ruler too.

I mean...ruler gemok kot? Tak cukup table nak lay me down on the desk to make a straight line on your exercise book.

I digress, but I was thiking about ruler = very important people running a state/country/county/etc etc shit.

My very intelligent self-assessment was based on a terrificly scientific means via a totally relevant and peer-reviewed test that is...Sim Free Play.

I only have 17 minions so far but as soon as I get to level 32, I have a baby brewing in one of the houses. *rubs hands in glee*.

All my Sims eat/shit/shower/talk to mum at the same time. They don't sleep despite their nice, comfy beds (I usually buy the high end ones). They only drink coffee (to max the Zzzzs) and sometimes, they wear the same bajus. All 17s of them. Theyre continuously made to plant garlic for me, sometimes cucumber. They never get to snooze, read a book, long naps, watch tv or dance or play with their dogs. Some of them have cars but I dont take them for a spin. They are two couples, but I kept forgetting to get them to woo-hoo although one couple is waiting for a baby (that'll be in two levels time).

Psycho, kan? Heh heh

Wordless Wednesday #1

I dont know about you but...

I think lah kan, I think we should stop feeding nonsense into our heads.

I mean, I've always wondered why do we go on so when we try to justify about not finding that special someone in our lives. Wouldn't it be so much easier if we just accept the fact that perhaps we are either just too ugly, too dark, too fair, too skinny, too despicable, too ernest, too whiney, too stupid or just no personality to speak off? Won't that just pre-empt all desires to be loved and just manage our expectations better?

Image is from this website.

Ini tak.

I am too busy lah. I don't want to commit lah. Malay men don't understand me lah (don't let me start on this shit). I need to find myself lah. My work takes too much of my time lah. I am too busy pursuing my education/hobby/contempating my navel that I do not have time for men lah (eh, macam dah cakap). My mother asking me to finish study first lah.

Bullshit.

Kau accept je bai, the fact that kau ugly, fat, too loud with no personality. Senang bah idup lepas tu. Boleh pikir kan other projects.

(Suara kecil di dalam hati: OK *lari nangis atas bantal*)

So here's the Thing...

I seriously need to start on my projects!!

All photos are my own except for the 9gag one which I got from 9gag of course :-)

I am not part of the statistics

So according to a Star report, the blogging community is driven by young, educated mothers. The report was derived from Nielsen report which said that "majority of bloggers are young women, typically aged between 18 and 34. One in three, or 33% of bloggers were mothers and 52% of all bloggers were parents with children under 18" and that 70% of them went to college and/or graduates.

I am at the wrong side of 30s, not a mother, no children 18 years of age or otherwise. But OK, went to college (and graduated)! 

So what's my point, you ask? 

Nothing, obviously. There never was a point to my blog entries kan? Teehee.

Being A Woman

So today we celebrate women all over the world. How wonderful. I mean, IMHO, we should be celebrated everyday but that's another story for another rainy and banjir day. Today I want to pretend to be intelligent and talk about um, womanly stuffs. 

That doesn't sound too intelligent now does it? Teehee.

But I go makan first. 

Now where was I. Oh makan. Yes makan.

You know, whenever I feel like eating something - and by feel, I mean, craving sampai want to die types. The kind that mulls in your mind for the past hour  that you can almost taste how it feels like sliding down your throat and if you don't have it by end of the day, you can almost feel how desolate the future seems.

Yes, I am that passionate about my food. Any problem?

I am the type, when I have a craving (which unfortunately, is one too many times), I would endeavour to attain it. "It" usually being food. ALL. THE. FREAKIN'. TIME. I tell you. Such a pig. So anyways, I will go get that piece of juicy meat or ice cream or cake or whatever lah. By the Power of All Things Powderful and Fierce Curry House Dhum Biryani, I WILL GET EM!

And so, I would waddle over to the said shop to get whatever I crave for; and ask nicely if they please order that piece of meat/cake/ice cream/air bergas etc. 

Five minutes (or 30 depending on how excellent the services are) on, I'd be demurely sipping/nibbling into my steaks/cakes/tea/coffee and all is well in Leen's world.

(Demure ye? More like chomping and guzzling like a Hungry Hippo, like).

BTW, do you guys know that Hungry Hippo is a mainan 80an yang agak famousity di Singapore (dan kawasan sekitaran) dan US?

Image filched from Toys R Us, UK. 

No? Well now you know.

Anyway, there are times when I waddle none too fast to the specified food place, placed my orders, only to find the respond of "Kakak, Steak/Cake/Kuih/Air/Whatever dah habis/tak jual hari ni lah kakkkk." 

What? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Now pardon my need for a little (yes, little only!) drama but d oyou know how I feel then? As if what little happiness I have in this massive lard of a body is sapped dry and whatever hopes I have for the future is robbed brutally off me.

Tu diaaaa. Ni baru tak dapat makan ni. Imagine lah kalau putus cinta hiks.

Seriously, if I had a craving, or even, if I had set my mind that I want to eat a specific dish; only to be told that the dish is not available, I would be so stumped and a little bit depressed.

A little depressed that I can even shed a tear (or two). The bergenang-genang di mata types.

EH.

We were supposed to talk about how we celebrate women-ly stuff on International Women's Day, right? Why are we talking about food again?

Oh ada relationshipnya. Begini.

Now, a dear, dear friend is currently going through a very painful decision of her life. I wish I could be of help but all we can is provide the shoulder for support and fervently pray for her and her children's well being. I wish we can do more for her, but tis a path that she must choose for herself.

Today, her car was met with a minor accident. There wasn't any dent or damage nor anyone was hurt, in fact, it was nothing really, just a little problem with a careless driver, but she told me all she felt was to meraung. 

My friend, I have tears if I couldn't get my hands on RM2 worth of keropok lekor from the gerai goreng downstairs. The things that you have to do and decide and execute...what's a little meraung, man.

Tis my personal opinion but I cannot help but to think the ways of the world is such that it seems unfair that we girls must be greater than our male counterparts only to be seen equal as men at work; at home, we girls must be a slut to the husband, a supermommy for the children, a sexy *but efficient* French maid for the home and a masterchef for the family. They are expected to be on top of the game and more. God forbid if they fail, hell hath no bitchy like a bunch of stupid people. These sound familiar to you? "She's such a formidable boss at work but tengok lah, a lousy mother, anak2 terbiar." or "Alah, dia tu bukan apa, stay at home mom saja."

Gila kan?

So dear friend, what's a little cry over the things you have to go through these past months? We are all superwomen, but we're humans too. Have a cry because when you finally decide to pick up the pieces, you are that Super Being to not only your children but to us and everyone else around you.  

But in the meantime, have a cry or two or fifteen. Our home is yours too, come over for a chat or to offload or to gab or even to nap. Be well, insya Allah, things will be fine soon. We're SuperWomen remember? We'll be fine. You'll be fine.