Monday, September 20, 2010
My "Other" Love Affairs #2
A newfound passion in me for Lemak Laksa!!! I was dreaming bout it for days!!! Balik Pulau, absolutely awesome!!!!!!!
Ah.....bliss!!!
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
CRAZEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am feeling a little crazy today... Feel like going out and having sex with anyone who wants to; do it with me, that is....
I am listening to this Tamil song that goes (sung wholly by a female);
Kutte vilakke x2
Sattiyama na kudumba kutte vilakke,
Accham vilakke, vetkam vilakke,
Aasai teera appalama enne norekke.....
Which means (literally);
A house oil lamp x2
Promise; I am a a house oil lamp,
A hesitant lamp, a shy lamp,
Break me like a pappadam as you like....
Anyone reading would be only doing two things I can possibly think of... Either having an eyebrow raised or laughing your head off...
As funny as it seems...... as horribly amusing it may come across....
Wait a minute, it is!!!!
Although so, what this song really goes to say is that, this woman whom portrays an image of a befitting, model housewife of sorts that isn't really, is trying to seduce men and then pick out her choice to sleep with. In the video clip, there is midrib baring woman whom dances very suggestively with men to excite them... She is saying she's shy and hesitant (third line) because there is thing bout Indian men strangely attracted to women whom are shy and abashed; an almost erotic attribute... And the final line bout breaking her like a papadom (an Indian snack that is usually eaten with rice, dhal and vegetarian side dishes) is a way of enticing men to want to fuck her; and strangely enough, sex is so often associated to post dinner affairs (dinner/food)... Yes, i am not kidding... She wants it rough and raw....
The video @YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUw-sVcTvAs
This song was actually a song from the movie Tamizhpadam, a movie that took its inspiration from its Hollywood counterpart Scary Movie. Now imagine how the outcome would have been... Anyways, i feel like this song all of a sudden; mad, amused and downright CRAZEEE!!!!!
Just if you happen to think this is a shocker, Tamil songwriters have got a way of using metaphors in most of their songs to be very suggestive; in a very carnal manner...
Another example would be;
Male: Muttataale penne, selai neiyven kanne,
Female: Naanathal orr aadai suudi kolven naane,
Literally meaning;
Male: With kisses, i shall weave you a saree,
Female: Abashed, i shall adorn this saree.
Imagine sealing a woman's body with mere kisses from her partner... For me, that spells sensuous eroticism...
I am listening to this Tamil song that goes (sung wholly by a female);
Kutte vilakke x2
Sattiyama na kudumba kutte vilakke,
Accham vilakke, vetkam vilakke,
Aasai teera appalama enne norekke.....
Which means (literally);
A house oil lamp x2
Promise; I am a a house oil lamp,
A hesitant lamp, a shy lamp,
Break me like a pappadam as you like....
Anyone reading would be only doing two things I can possibly think of... Either having an eyebrow raised or laughing your head off...
As funny as it seems...... as horribly amusing it may come across....
Wait a minute, it is!!!!
Although so, what this song really goes to say is that, this woman whom portrays an image of a befitting, model housewife of sorts that isn't really, is trying to seduce men and then pick out her choice to sleep with. In the video clip, there is midrib baring woman whom dances very suggestively with men to excite them... She is saying she's shy and hesitant (third line) because there is thing bout Indian men strangely attracted to women whom are shy and abashed; an almost erotic attribute... And the final line bout breaking her like a papadom (an Indian snack that is usually eaten with rice, dhal and vegetarian side dishes) is a way of enticing men to want to fuck her; and strangely enough, sex is so often associated to post dinner affairs (dinner/food)... Yes, i am not kidding... She wants it rough and raw....
The video @YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUw-sVcTvAs
This song was actually a song from the movie Tamizhpadam, a movie that took its inspiration from its Hollywood counterpart Scary Movie. Now imagine how the outcome would have been... Anyways, i feel like this song all of a sudden; mad, amused and downright CRAZEEE!!!!!
Just if you happen to think this is a shocker, Tamil songwriters have got a way of using metaphors in most of their songs to be very suggestive; in a very carnal manner...
Another example would be;
Male: Muttataale penne, selai neiyven kanne,
Female: Naanathal orr aadai suudi kolven naane,
Literally meaning;
Male: With kisses, i shall weave you a saree,
Female: Abashed, i shall adorn this saree.
Imagine sealing a woman's body with mere kisses from her partner... For me, that spells sensuous eroticism...
Saturday, September 04, 2010
Than Thaane Thantha Thaane......
It was 6.30 am (give or take 5 or 10 minutes), 3rd September 2010, and i was watching a movie on my laptop; There's Something About Mary (how very queer of me). And lo and behold, it started raining. I didn't realise at first because I had my headphones on but i saw trees billowing outside my window and i pulled the gadget off my ears. Sure enough, it was pouring!!! I got up from my bed and headed for the window; the smell of nature and without warning, a gush of wind hit my face. I took in every bit of it. I opened my eyes and carved a wide naughty grin... WHY NOT??? I can't do this at home because parents would think i am mad... Here, on campus however, there's nothing stopping me...
I immediately took off the briefs i was in (i decided it was a warm night to sleep in shorts), put on the pair of shorts i used earlier for my evening jog and tip-toed out of my room being careful not to wake GJ Kind Boy up (if anyone of you are still wondering, i always sleep with at least a singlet or a tank top on). I walked hurriedly at first, excited but at the same time a tad worried if mother nature was teasing me (a chance like this was too good to be true). Then, the adrenaline rush worked my pace up to a small jog and I eventually broke into a run... I ran with flip-flops on my feet, right out of my dormitory building and straight into the lake garden situated right across the road next to it. There are trees, grass, a walk-way, some street lights, and animals (birds, monitor lizards, tortoises, and fish in the lake), all of which always made my jogging a lot more pleasant, if it was not already.
I spread my arms out and let the magic begin... Scores after scores of Tamil movie songs begun to constantly ring in my ear;
I twirled,
I shook my hips,
I skipped,
I hugged lamp posts,
I caressed trees,
I collected raindrops in my hands and threw it up in the air,
I jumped up and down countlessly,
I sat down on the grass,
I ran up and down like a lunatic,
I was enthralled, exhilarated, and I never felt so alive!!!
For a full 30 minutes (again, give or take 5 or 10 minutes), I was a child again, nothing in the world mattered...
You see these kind of things in movies and people saying that they love doing these kind of spontaneous stuff but really, I for once never have had such an experience...
It was like I was on my own movie;
I was the star,
I was the audience,
I was the drama,
Mother Nature witnessed it!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MzJRgpclwQ
I immediately took off the briefs i was in (i decided it was a warm night to sleep in shorts), put on the pair of shorts i used earlier for my evening jog and tip-toed out of my room being careful not to wake GJ Kind Boy up (if anyone of you are still wondering, i always sleep with at least a singlet or a tank top on). I walked hurriedly at first, excited but at the same time a tad worried if mother nature was teasing me (a chance like this was too good to be true). Then, the adrenaline rush worked my pace up to a small jog and I eventually broke into a run... I ran with flip-flops on my feet, right out of my dormitory building and straight into the lake garden situated right across the road next to it. There are trees, grass, a walk-way, some street lights, and animals (birds, monitor lizards, tortoises, and fish in the lake), all of which always made my jogging a lot more pleasant, if it was not already.
I spread my arms out and let the magic begin... Scores after scores of Tamil movie songs begun to constantly ring in my ear;
I twirled,
I shook my hips,
I skipped,
I hugged lamp posts,
I caressed trees,
I collected raindrops in my hands and threw it up in the air,
I jumped up and down countlessly,
I sat down on the grass,
I ran up and down like a lunatic,
I was enthralled, exhilarated, and I never felt so alive!!!
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You see these kind of things in movies and people saying that they love doing these kind of spontaneous stuff but really, I for once never have had such an experience...
It was like I was on my own movie;
I was the star,
I was the audience,
I was the drama,
Mother Nature witnessed it!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MzJRgpclwQ
Friday, August 20, 2010
Complicated??? So Be It!!!
A normal life to lead...
Born straight, grow up with a decent education...
At the appropriate time get a job and a girlfriend...
Get married and have kids...
Tag along with family and friends for gatherings and outings...
Occasional financial hiccups and debts to pay for...
Eventually own a car or two and a house or two...
Get old...
Die...
Why couldn't have life been that easy???
That boring???
That uncomplicated???
That foreseeable???
That SIMPLE???
Miss Sincere Inadequacy recently found out that her boyfriend (Creative juice #3), had been in fact disloyal to her and thus ended the relationship... Even that seems so much simpler than what i have going on...
"The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."
-Arundhati Roy (The God of Small Things)
The few books i read that i could fully relate to...
Not to complicate what is simple and not to simplify what is complicated...
I guess my life will stay complicated and i shall live by its complications... The more i try to simplify, the more mess i get into...
Born straight, grow up with a decent education...
At the appropriate time get a job and a girlfriend...
Get married and have kids...
Tag along with family and friends for gatherings and outings...
Occasional financial hiccups and debts to pay for...
Eventually own a car or two and a house or two...
Get old...
Die...
Why couldn't have life been that easy???
That boring???
That uncomplicated???
That foreseeable???
That SIMPLE???
Miss Sincere Inadequacy recently found out that her boyfriend (Creative juice #3), had been in fact disloyal to her and thus ended the relationship... Even that seems so much simpler than what i have going on...
"The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."
-Arundhati Roy (The God of Small Things)
The few books i read that i could fully relate to...
Not to complicate what is simple and not to simplify what is complicated...
I guess my life will stay complicated and i shall live by its complications... The more i try to simplify, the more mess i get into...
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I Was NEVER Meant For Love
I was not meant for love...
Always falling for straight men has always been the worst of my shortcomings... Mr I Think I Am Too Good To Be True, Godbro, and Mr P. All these experiences (if i may say so) has taught me one thing... The pursuit of a significant other has never been my calling. I was never destined to walk side-by-side with another, fingers inter-locked into one another's, head on his shoulder, on the beach by the moonlight...
I keep on saying this on my blog, God is the one true destiny of mankind, He is the Ultimate Truth, Eternal Bliss, and Omnipresent Being. To my amusement (yes, very much), God and the Human Soul is one. The only reason it has been thus far been seen separated is because mankind is a manifestation of God on Earth. Being on Earth changes things, vastly. The fact that we're bound to worldly attachments is infallible and that is when we tend to forget the parallel truth of God and Human.
Just a little take on theology.
So i am here, after having gone through (and not gone through) all the above (para #2), sitting down thinking to myself is that all there is??? (Actually, I've thought about this long ago) Reading has helped me discover certain hidden truths, gems that indeed tell the tales of the ultimate Truth. When you are wrapped in Eternal undying bliss, your need to satisfy desires cease. With that being said, i mean every possible desire; including romantic love. One does not need a significant other when God sheds light on you. If you take one step to God, He takes a leap, walk to Him and He runs to you... So what a Mataji, an enlightened guru, said to us in her speech during a visit to the island... Love is God, God is Love, Bliss is God, God is Bliss, and only the blind will disapprove of it...
Always falling for straight men has always been the worst of my shortcomings... Mr I Think I Am Too Good To Be True, Godbro, and Mr P. All these experiences (if i may say so) has taught me one thing... The pursuit of a significant other has never been my calling. I was never destined to walk side-by-side with another, fingers inter-locked into one another's, head on his shoulder, on the beach by the moonlight...
I keep on saying this on my blog, God is the one true destiny of mankind, He is the Ultimate Truth, Eternal Bliss, and Omnipresent Being. To my amusement (yes, very much), God and the Human Soul is one. The only reason it has been thus far been seen separated is because mankind is a manifestation of God on Earth. Being on Earth changes things, vastly. The fact that we're bound to worldly attachments is infallible and that is when we tend to forget the parallel truth of God and Human.
Just a little take on theology.
So i am here, after having gone through (and not gone through) all the above (para #2), sitting down thinking to myself is that all there is??? (Actually, I've thought about this long ago) Reading has helped me discover certain hidden truths, gems that indeed tell the tales of the ultimate Truth. When you are wrapped in Eternal undying bliss, your need to satisfy desires cease. With that being said, i mean every possible desire; including romantic love. One does not need a significant other when God sheds light on you. If you take one step to God, He takes a leap, walk to Him and He runs to you... So what a Mataji, an enlightened guru, said to us in her speech during a visit to the island... Love is God, God is Love, Bliss is God, God is Bliss, and only the blind will disapprove of it...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Sillunu Oru Kadhal...
People; best friends, loved ones, family, strangers, the ones whom make our lives miserable, the ones we abhor, idols, superstars, hypocrites, acquaintances, relatives, actors, models, doctors, engineers, graduates, dropouts; bottom line is we're all people. We're bound to feelings, emotions, attachments, relationships, failures, triumphs, depression and happiness... The one thing we all have in common is we all pursue happiness, eternal happiness...
Among all, love of God transcends all... Although it is simple, it is also arbitrarily destined; how, when, and where, we have but little power over it. The opportunity is circumstantial, but if final, it will not falter, except if the individual is unwilling to realise and embrace the equality of the Soul and God. The other, pure but very much worldly pursuit of the human existence is LOVE; the ultimate search for the significant other. The longing for someone to feel the void, to complete oneself, to know you are loved.
I was in KL the past few days, attending Mr.P's graduation. And on the Sunday morning i started penning down my next entry. Couldn't find a proper paper to continue and had to tear of a page of the newspaper that was mostly blank.
That entry never made it here...
I recalled an idea put forth in a Tamil movie,
Among all, love of God transcends all... Although it is simple, it is also arbitrarily destined; how, when, and where, we have but little power over it. The opportunity is circumstantial, but if final, it will not falter, except if the individual is unwilling to realise and embrace the equality of the Soul and God. The other, pure but very much worldly pursuit of the human existence is LOVE; the ultimate search for the significant other. The longing for someone to feel the void, to complete oneself, to know you are loved.
I was in KL the past few days, attending Mr.P's graduation. And on the Sunday morning i started penning down my next entry. Couldn't find a proper paper to continue and had to tear of a page of the newspaper that was mostly blank.
That entry never made it here...
I recalled an idea put forth in a Tamil movie,
We only safe-keep things that we are fond of because of the fear someone else may take it away or misuse it. But if that very thing is better kept elsewhere, we acquire infinite peace in knowing that it's safe...
-Sillunu Ore Kadhal (2006)
I looking forward to that peace... It will soon happen and when it does i shall leave... i am talking about Mr. P and Confused Gal... it is looking good... I am in no way depressed or mulling over my sad, pathetic life, or whatever not!!!
I am great!!! I am good, i will be good, and i shall do good!!! I'be nothing less than Great!!!
Friday, August 06, 2010
To Belong: Love IS God
Curse the varsity campus' wireless firewall for blocking even my signing into blogger... What's their resentment against blogging and blogger???
Anyways the big comeback on the popular social networking website has been rather exciting for me. Pretentious/hypocritical OR honest/welcoming; i do think both the facade and the genuine were present but nevertheless one does not wish to consider the need to distinguish.
Anyways the big comeback on the popular social networking website has been rather exciting for me. Pretentious/hypocritical OR honest/welcoming; i do think both the facade and the genuine were present but nevertheless one does not wish to consider the need to distinguish.
"You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of your own blessings."
-Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
I read the sentence over and over again and again.
Being a stalwart believer in karmic pasts somehow makes this notion imperatively disposable to me. Yet still, i sense a strong conformation reading it. It wasn't just participation, it was relentless, persistence, being resolute, interminable in the quest to receive blessings. Rome was not built in a day.
Just as human beings pursue love, should this notion be directed to OUR pursuit for love... relentless... no one ever stops looking for love... like bloodthirsty savages... bound to the innate desire to belong, to be longed, and to be long in love. True, come present times, to be long in love is as good as to belong in love. I am hopeful, so hopeful that i keep assuring myself that God has indeed been taking steps to ensure i follow His path... The path of eternal bliss, the true embodiment of everlasting love, the entirety of truth.
To belong.
Free me from the bounds of mortality.
Free me from desire and greed.
Free me from sorrow and pain.
Free me from ego and self-flattery.
Free me from anger and anguish.
I surrender myself onto Thee...
Let me feel Eternal Bliss,
Let me feel Infinite Love,
Let me feel You.
Love is God.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Note To Self: GET A LIFE!!!
I wonder if I've ever mentioned the fashion designers I have gotten acquainted with.
OK, so we have the sweet, charming Designer.S, who has graduated from one of Malaysia's revered arts and design college (well, at least that is what I have mostly heard anyway). His designs are ever so honest and quite understated but has quality and an interesting undertone of eccentricity to it; clothes that i would personally love to see a fashion forward female adorn. And then we have another homegrown talent, Designer R Bling; his designs are somewhat predictable, so much so it borders on being safe but they're consistently well-tailored much like the work of Laura Bennett's (Project Runway USA: Season 3). His pieces are almost always finished with embellishments of his favorite choice of trinket, Swarowkski crystals, creating a touch of classy ellegance. Encased in a delightfully quaint pre-war residential lot, his couture house is a sight to behold. Upon nightfall, the vicinity oozes Parisian charm and this little boutique with mannequins displaying the designer's finest stands out under warm lights, peeking through its glass front doors and windows, halting onlookers prying for a closer look. This was exactly what happened to Cookies and Cakes and I while driving through the lane during night time (OMG, is this been like the umpteenth time i am mentioning this character in my entries??? Owh, never mind, one has decided that, under false pretences at least, that he has indeed become one's illegitimate husband) .
Anyway, Cookies and Cakes (not again, dang!!! time to find a proper boyfriend) and I got acquainted with Designer R Bling during one of our journey to find good food around the island and thanks to my best friend's extensive network of peers with mutual interests, we also found out Designer R Bling cooks!!! A few months later (or was it a year or so?) we met Designer R Bling again in Draghouse and this time the pleasantries exchange became a little more cosy *wink* and the most recent meet up ended in an invitation to his birthday bash.
"Its gonna be a barbecue party," he said.
"Oh ok, that's cool. Got dress code ah?" (excuse the Manglish), i enquired.
"Smart casual lah..." he replied.
Designer engaged in bit more trivial conversation.
*scurries off to meet Le Boyfriend*
Cookies and Cakes and I exchanged intrigued looks, "Did that just happen???" or so, that was the look he was giving me. From traces of disbelief it went to excitement and then to a note of anxiety. Gift!!! F*%K!!!
"OK, time to think, what shall we get him....errrmmm, errrrmmmm, let's come up with ideas and then we shall discuss and go gift hunting."
"Why do i even bother," i told myself, "It's not like Cookies and Cakes wouldn't figure this out, besides, i will help with the 'hunting'," i was always blank when it comes for suggestions for birthday presents. Cookies and Cakes was the man to go to with these sort of qualms, he was always so competent and right on the dot with his recommendations (i have no social life; Cookies and Cakes this, Cookies and Cakes that, why don't I just name the blog 'Cookies AND Cakes: Rants Of A Best Friend') .
The party itself was rather simplistic, laidback, executed very effortlessly and still managed to feel rather intricate and well thought of. Laid out in a frivolous manner, the host was rather gracious in welcoming me (i arrived UN-fashionably late and yes, its true, Cookies and Cakes did not drive me there, for once) to an array of grilled meat, wine (it was cheap wine, but it was nevertheless wine) and a heavenly concoction of 'porky' goodness. I was in a phase whereby my stomach has shrunken and it can't seem to hold quantities of food like it used to (due to portion control and healthy eating in an effort to lose weight) and so managed to merely sample the food. The night ended, wait..... (we adjourned elsewhere), the party, right the party..... ended, on a cheerful note with the birthday boy (one is referring to his not-so-innocent, childlike demeanour we got to witness that night) opening his gifts and thanking his friends and some newfound company (Cookies and Cakes and I) for the gift we bore. We left the place, thanking him and his friends for the honestly enjoyable company and time well-spent.
"Told'ca u should come," Cookies and Cakes affirms his trust on the host for being exceptionally tactful in his attempt to throw a proper birthday bash.
"Ya ya, i am glad i did, so we're adjourning to Holy Lounge???" truth be told, i was looking forward to more alcohol.
"Ya, Stylish Foreigner (hereafter shall be known as Brian Look Alike) is there with his boyfriend and his best friend."
"Owh crap," i thought, "i am going to stand face-to-face with Intimidation itself". I don't blame Brian Look Alike, its me, the pathetic, undeserving me, whom gets to mingle with high status socialites. I should just sulk into one corner (one was horribly clad that night and horribly clad in branded apparel; testament that true style isn't about billboarding labels) and wait for my demise. More wine??? Ahhh, yes, Cookies and Cakes tended to that with a glass of white wine *sips* and one was feeling better with the warm welcome Brian Look Alike gave me. He even managed to invite me to shake up the dance floor, but, alas, my clothes weighed me down and i was not about to appear even more unattractive. We had another bottle of white wine (one wishes not to reveal gut-wrenching tales of being stranded in a lounge with alcohol that a ruddy plastic couldn't pay for; if only a pair of scissors was in possesion), we left a couple of hours shy to dawnbreak, both satisfied with the amount of alcohol in our bloodstream and thankful that Brian Look Alike was there to save the day (i ought to give him a hug).
I am missing the dinner parties at Cookies and Cakes' place (sigh, i really wish we were sexually attracted to each other; note to self: GET A LIFE!!!).
Roast Chicken???
Indian Scrumptiousness???
More Mouth-Watering Vegan Deals???
An All-Cake Affair???
WHAT NEXT???? ARRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!
OK, so we have the sweet, charming Designer.S, who has graduated from one of Malaysia's revered arts and design college (well, at least that is what I have mostly heard anyway). His designs are ever so honest and quite understated but has quality and an interesting undertone of eccentricity to it; clothes that i would personally love to see a fashion forward female adorn. And then we have another homegrown talent, Designer R Bling; his designs are somewhat predictable, so much so it borders on being safe but they're consistently well-tailored much like the work of Laura Bennett's (Project Runway USA: Season 3). His pieces are almost always finished with embellishments of his favorite choice of trinket, Swarowkski crystals, creating a touch of classy ellegance. Encased in a delightfully quaint pre-war residential lot, his couture house is a sight to behold. Upon nightfall, the vicinity oozes Parisian charm and this little boutique with mannequins displaying the designer's finest stands out under warm lights, peeking through its glass front doors and windows, halting onlookers prying for a closer look. This was exactly what happened to Cookies and Cakes and I while driving through the lane during night time (OMG, is this been like the umpteenth time i am mentioning this character in my entries??? Owh, never mind, one has decided that, under false pretences at least, that he has indeed become one's illegitimate husband) .
Anyway, Cookies and Cakes (not again, dang!!! time to find a proper boyfriend) and I got acquainted with Designer R Bling during one of our journey to find good food around the island and thanks to my best friend's extensive network of peers with mutual interests, we also found out Designer R Bling cooks!!! A few months later (or was it a year or so?) we met Designer R Bling again in Draghouse and this time the pleasantries exchange became a little more cosy *wink* and the most recent meet up ended in an invitation to his birthday bash.
"Its gonna be a barbecue party," he said.
"Oh ok, that's cool. Got dress code ah?" (excuse the Manglish), i enquired.
"Smart casual lah..." he replied.
Designer engaged in bit more trivial conversation.
*scurries off to meet Le Boyfriend*
Cookies and Cakes and I exchanged intrigued looks, "Did that just happen???" or so, that was the look he was giving me. From traces of disbelief it went to excitement and then to a note of anxiety. Gift!!! F*%K!!!
"OK, time to think, what shall we get him....errrmmm, errrrmmmm, let's come up with ideas and then we shall discuss and go gift hunting."
"Why do i even bother," i told myself, "It's not like Cookies and Cakes wouldn't figure this out, besides, i will help with the 'hunting'," i was always blank when it comes for suggestions for birthday presents. Cookies and Cakes was the man to go to with these sort of qualms, he was always so competent and right on the dot with his recommendations (i have no social life; Cookies and Cakes this, Cookies and Cakes that, why don't I just name the blog 'Cookies AND Cakes: Rants Of A Best Friend') .
The party itself was rather simplistic, laidback, executed very effortlessly and still managed to feel rather intricate and well thought of. Laid out in a frivolous manner, the host was rather gracious in welcoming me (i arrived UN-fashionably late and yes, its true, Cookies and Cakes did not drive me there, for once) to an array of grilled meat, wine (it was cheap wine, but it was nevertheless wine) and a heavenly concoction of 'porky' goodness. I was in a phase whereby my stomach has shrunken and it can't seem to hold quantities of food like it used to (due to portion control and healthy eating in an effort to lose weight) and so managed to merely sample the food. The night ended, wait..... (we adjourned elsewhere), the party, right the party..... ended, on a cheerful note with the birthday boy (one is referring to his not-so-innocent, childlike demeanour we got to witness that night) opening his gifts and thanking his friends and some newfound company (Cookies and Cakes and I) for the gift we bore. We left the place, thanking him and his friends for the honestly enjoyable company and time well-spent.
"Told'ca u should come," Cookies and Cakes affirms his trust on the host for being exceptionally tactful in his attempt to throw a proper birthday bash.
"Ya ya, i am glad i did, so we're adjourning to Holy Lounge???" truth be told, i was looking forward to more alcohol.
"Ya, Stylish Foreigner (hereafter shall be known as Brian Look Alike) is there with his boyfriend and his best friend."
"Owh crap," i thought, "i am going to stand face-to-face with Intimidation itself". I don't blame Brian Look Alike, its me, the pathetic, undeserving me, whom gets to mingle with high status socialites. I should just sulk into one corner (one was horribly clad that night and horribly clad in branded apparel; testament that true style isn't about billboarding labels) and wait for my demise. More wine??? Ahhh, yes, Cookies and Cakes tended to that with a glass of white wine *sips* and one was feeling better with the warm welcome Brian Look Alike gave me. He even managed to invite me to shake up the dance floor, but, alas, my clothes weighed me down and i was not about to appear even more unattractive. We had another bottle of white wine (one wishes not to reveal gut-wrenching tales of being stranded in a lounge with alcohol that a ruddy plastic couldn't pay for; if only a pair of scissors was in possesion), we left a couple of hours shy to dawnbreak, both satisfied with the amount of alcohol in our bloodstream and thankful that Brian Look Alike was there to save the day (i ought to give him a hug).
I am missing the dinner parties at Cookies and Cakes' place (sigh, i really wish we were sexually attracted to each other; note to self: GET A LIFE!!!).
Roast Chicken???
Indian Scrumptiousness???
More Mouth-Watering Vegan Deals???
An All-Cake Affair???
WHAT NEXT???? ARRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
My "Other" Love Affairs #1
Popiah.....
I fell in love with this quintessentially Chinese dish a few years back thanks to Cookies and Cakes and i have never looked back since...
Spring rolls as it is more popularly known, the perfect combination of bean sprouts, finely-diced tofu, tiny fried shrimp, sweet turnip, and a signature condiment, topped of with the sweet turnip broth. Served piping hot!!! HEAVEN!!!
I fell in love with this quintessentially Chinese dish a few years back thanks to Cookies and Cakes and i have never looked back since...
Spring rolls as it is more popularly known, the perfect combination of bean sprouts, finely-diced tofu, tiny fried shrimp, sweet turnip, and a signature condiment, topped of with the sweet turnip broth. Served piping hot!!! HEAVEN!!!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Chutney is Pesto Not Mango Stew!!!
"Your creative juices are flowing tonight," so says Cookies and Cakes.
My creative juices....hmmmmpphhhh, never knew i could be referred to as having an abundance of original ideas to pen down.
Creative juice #1,
I have been having conversations with Mr. I'll Wink And You'll know and i must say, our situations share stark similarities; some instances at which i could've screamed, "YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!!!". Nevertheless, i controlled myself from throwing my judgments on him, his directions and his convictions; it would defy everything I've ever believed in. Similarities in two separate lives could not possibly progress to being identical; reading his portrayal of the predicament he is in, reminded me of the Hdaran i knew almost 3 years ago. If the worst does happen however, i shall be a friend, like how many people have been for me, helping me cushion the worst of my falls. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and went on being the ever so attentive person i pride myself to be. *sticks tongue out*
Creative juice #2
And then we have Sunbear II, which has, so predictably, evolved into almost everything my foresight has seen into. Two weeks of constant messaging ended when i was too busy to reply. I should have known better; a person who holds back a lot usually has a lot of unsettled issues, and boy did he hold back. I remember telling Cookies and Cakes about this recent "camaraderie", IF i might say so. "He isn't like Ex-Bf, his silence is one like that of Ever-Present Hysterical Gal's," I told him. Silent people come with issues of indefinite proportions; its either they silently solve them or just do what i sometimes do, sweep the whole ruddy thing under the carpet. One did enjoy his company though, it was a flash Godbro, his voice, his looks and his words. He reminded me of the pleasurable things i did cherish with Godbro. Late night private conversations, sometimes just observing each others' silence and playing songs that we loved. Texting each other in time intervals that was almost sublime; it almost made me hope that this might actually work out.
Creative juice #3
What would one name someone who's hopeful of her so called boyfriend while he ignores her calls, sends an occasional (so occasional, she'd be lucky if he did) message her on a popular social network website, sends an occasional text message and manages to melt her with that meager effort to move one's finger and spend literally a penny or less??? Love is blind i suppose. CRAP!!! And here she is whiling her time away, sacrificing on good food to slim down for him, sending him inspiring messages, and relentlessly calling him in the hopes that he does pick up (he does, let's not be patronizing; but does it suffice to say it is usually once in a purple moon???).
Creative juice #4
Grandmothers; both equally annoying, equally strong characters and equally attention seeking and yet its like the sky and the sea; they only meet at the horizon, never compromising their take on life. Maternal grandmother: she is one huge fuss-pot!!! Things have to be the way she wants it to be and if it isn't she goes on nagging until she tries to grasp the situation and make it her own. Never successful when she stays over at my place but she tries nevertheless. Ever so obsessed about her deteriorating state of health; she is insomniac at times and has this constant fear that she will not be able to find a clean bathroom whenever she is brought out. Persistently drives my mom up the wall with her complaints, she is one big happy mess. Her pros would be her spot on perfection in Indian cooking; her dhals, tofu sambal, stir fried okra, sweet and sour shrimp paste, chicken and fish curry.
*wham*. OK, i needed that slap.
Paternal grandmother also shares this similar trait, and she has her own specialties; mango paccedi, more commonly referred to as mango chutney which i think is ill-fitting because chutney is actually pesto made from dried chillies, curry leaves, desiccated coconut, seasoning and a choice of flavouring; green chillies are most commonly used. While the mango chutney, aforementioned, is a thickened sweet and savoury stew of sour mangoes with an array of spices and chilly powder. Her other hits would be her halwa, an Indian dessert (very sinful; contains copious amounts of clarified butter and lots of cashews and raisins), her chutney pesto, her salted fish salad and many more. The cooking isn't the only thing my grandmothers have in common; my paternal grandmother is nonetheless a mess herself. She was the iron-lady whom raised 7 children single handedly when her husband (he will only remain her husband for me) decided to leave her for his mistress. Selling nasi lemak and kuihs, cooking for weddings and functions, and occasionally receiving help from my maternal granma, who was back then, a very good family friend. She has become a bitter old lady whose only intention is attention, lots of it. Of course, she has the right to be heard, noticed and loved, which is exactly what baffles me; she has been given all that she could ever need!!! I know for a fact that all her grandchildren adore her and all her children tend to her needs, so, why the bitterness??? In contrary to her in-law, she doesn't nag or throw a tantrum, instead she gives you the silent disapproval; a treatment that leaves most of the people who visit her annoyed and beyond. My mom has this theory that she has lost her touch with proper emotions and feelings after her husband left her stranded with nothing but carnal pleasures (one still wonders) and 7 responsibilities. She has nothing to look forward to in life and wants everything she missed out then, now. So my mom says. I just feel that her children aren't being tactful enough in handling the unnecessary rackets she throws, but then again, one can only have so much say.
*got stuck at the ending*
-The End-
My creative juices....hmmmmpphhhh, never knew i could be referred to as having an abundance of original ideas to pen down.
Creative juice #1,
I have been having conversations with Mr. I'll Wink And You'll know and i must say, our situations share stark similarities; some instances at which i could've screamed, "YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!!!". Nevertheless, i controlled myself from throwing my judgments on him, his directions and his convictions; it would defy everything I've ever believed in. Similarities in two separate lives could not possibly progress to being identical; reading his portrayal of the predicament he is in, reminded me of the Hdaran i knew almost 3 years ago. If the worst does happen however, i shall be a friend, like how many people have been for me, helping me cushion the worst of my falls. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and went on being the ever so attentive person i pride myself to be. *sticks tongue out*
Creative juice #2
And then we have Sunbear II, which has, so predictably, evolved into almost everything my foresight has seen into. Two weeks of constant messaging ended when i was too busy to reply. I should have known better; a person who holds back a lot usually has a lot of unsettled issues, and boy did he hold back. I remember telling Cookies and Cakes about this recent "camaraderie", IF i might say so. "He isn't like Ex-Bf, his silence is one like that of Ever-Present Hysterical Gal's," I told him. Silent people come with issues of indefinite proportions; its either they silently solve them or just do what i sometimes do, sweep the whole ruddy thing under the carpet. One did enjoy his company though, it was a flash Godbro, his voice, his looks and his words. He reminded me of the pleasurable things i did cherish with Godbro. Late night private conversations, sometimes just observing each others' silence and playing songs that we loved. Texting each other in time intervals that was almost sublime; it almost made me hope that this might actually work out.
Creative juice #3
What would one name someone who's hopeful of her so called boyfriend while he ignores her calls, sends an occasional (so occasional, she'd be lucky if he did) message her on a popular social network website, sends an occasional text message and manages to melt her with that meager effort to move one's finger and spend literally a penny or less??? Love is blind i suppose. CRAP!!! And here she is whiling her time away, sacrificing on good food to slim down for him, sending him inspiring messages, and relentlessly calling him in the hopes that he does pick up (he does, let's not be patronizing; but does it suffice to say it is usually once in a purple moon???).
Creative juice #4
Grandmothers; both equally annoying, equally strong characters and equally attention seeking and yet its like the sky and the sea; they only meet at the horizon, never compromising their take on life. Maternal grandmother: she is one huge fuss-pot!!! Things have to be the way she wants it to be and if it isn't she goes on nagging until she tries to grasp the situation and make it her own. Never successful when she stays over at my place but she tries nevertheless. Ever so obsessed about her deteriorating state of health; she is insomniac at times and has this constant fear that she will not be able to find a clean bathroom whenever she is brought out. Persistently drives my mom up the wall with her complaints, she is one big happy mess. Her pros would be her spot on perfection in Indian cooking; her dhals, tofu sambal, stir fried okra, sweet and sour shrimp paste, chicken and fish curry.
*wham*. OK, i needed that slap.
Paternal grandmother also shares this similar trait, and she has her own specialties; mango paccedi, more commonly referred to as mango chutney which i think is ill-fitting because chutney is actually pesto made from dried chillies, curry leaves, desiccated coconut, seasoning and a choice of flavouring; green chillies are most commonly used. While the mango chutney, aforementioned, is a thickened sweet and savoury stew of sour mangoes with an array of spices and chilly powder. Her other hits would be her halwa, an Indian dessert (very sinful; contains copious amounts of clarified butter and lots of cashews and raisins), her chutney pesto, her salted fish salad and many more. The cooking isn't the only thing my grandmothers have in common; my paternal grandmother is nonetheless a mess herself. She was the iron-lady whom raised 7 children single handedly when her husband (he will only remain her husband for me) decided to leave her for his mistress. Selling nasi lemak and kuihs, cooking for weddings and functions, and occasionally receiving help from my maternal granma, who was back then, a very good family friend. She has become a bitter old lady whose only intention is attention, lots of it. Of course, she has the right to be heard, noticed and loved, which is exactly what baffles me; she has been given all that she could ever need!!! I know for a fact that all her grandchildren adore her and all her children tend to her needs, so, why the bitterness??? In contrary to her in-law, she doesn't nag or throw a tantrum, instead she gives you the silent disapproval; a treatment that leaves most of the people who visit her annoyed and beyond. My mom has this theory that she has lost her touch with proper emotions and feelings after her husband left her stranded with nothing but carnal pleasures (one still wonders) and 7 responsibilities. She has nothing to look forward to in life and wants everything she missed out then, now. So my mom says. I just feel that her children aren't being tactful enough in handling the unnecessary rackets she throws, but then again, one can only have so much say.
*got stuck at the ending*
-The End-
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