Black Velvet vs Red Velvet

Oh goody, I love velvet! I used to have a long velvet dress in black, that I used to wear and flaunt on my girls' night out with my girlfriends, and damn it was a 'hit' little number, back then. It was like my 'baju cari makan', if you know what I mean.


Hell no, it's not 'cari makan' as in a pros(titute) looking out for potential client, heavens no! But damn I looked good in black, and black velvet, oh wow wow wowwwww and men just couldnt help but notice this gorgeous creature clad in black velvet..la dolce vita ! (yep, I'm exaggerating, but who cares?)

http://www.my-wardrobe.com/jasmine-di-milo/full-length-velvet-dress-803025


I love velvet. The texture, sooooooo smooth yet sooooooo comforting, And it holds its shape, meaning that, you can either have a beautiful body beneath the velvet, and you can flaunt it for the world to see,

OR, you can also be big, yet you can hide the multitude of sins beneath the velvet fabric, who will discreetly hold your 'big' secrets without ever revealing your bumps beneath, and yep, you can also flaunt your bods for the rest of the world to see!


Yay for velvet!!!


And I love to run my fingers down the smooth, satiny and silky surface of the velvet. Sooooo sensuos, oh la la!!!!!



Hmmm....



But today, well today it's not about black velvet.

Today, I give tribute to red velvet. Red ? Oh gosh, if there was ever a colour that I could avoid from wearing, it's gonna be red. Especially the bright, firearms red. I don't know, I guess wearing red is just like screaming for attention, like verbally yelling to everybody and shout ' LOOK AT ME ! LOOK AT ME NOW!!!!'

And as gorgeous that I am, I wouldn't want people to literally having their heads forcebly turn at me. No...I'm more on the pastel, soft coloured hues, just like Van Gogh, painting all shades of soft hues...sigh...I love Van Gogh...and Keane...







But hey, focus please!!!!!!

Dress of the Day: Red velvet long dress by Antonio Berardi

OhMyGod!!!!!!! This is soooooooooooooooooooo sexy! Monsieur Berardi is sooooo clever ! sigh.... I regretted not knowing you, babe!




Today's entry is not about black velvet dress, or sexy red velvet floor length dress that I-regretted- not-to-know-back-when-I-was-young-and-drop-dead-gorgeous (well, still gorgeous hahaha!).


Today's entry is not about dress, period.


It's about red velvet of another kind.


The infamous Red Velvet Cake.

I've heard about Red Velvet Cake, but I've never tasted it before. But I know that I must have it. So I searched the internet, and found the most reliable recipe in thejoyofbaking


So I hunted down for all the needed ingredients, and yesterday I embarked on my own adventure, and boy it was fun !


I felt a little like a mad scientist, especially when I mixed 2 teaspoons of vinegar with baking soda, and watched how the mixture fizzle and bubble away...and yep, like a mad, wicked magician, I chanted...

Trouble, trouble, boil and double !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


And the outcome was great. The cake is moist yet tender, and it is soooooooo delicious and yummy !



The presentation is a bit messy. The recipe said that I should chill the cake in the fridge for at least one hour before I frost the cake, but hey, with the cake this gorgeous, who could wait that long ?




My very first RVC....






See, that is why I love baking, and cooking.


I'm off to finish the remains of my gorgeous Red Velvet before my troopers finished it off, without me!

The Lord Of The Rings: Episod Kilau Cincin Berlian

Hmmmm...semalam beta bermimpi...mimpi melihat sebentuk cincin berlian yang amatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt cantik. Siriyes cantik.


Berkilau dengan sinaran dari jotaan facets, so much so, sehingga berlian itu kelihatan seperti titisan air di hujung daun.


Adakah dikau yang hadhir dalam mimpi beta wahai cincin berlian ????

Dan seri berlian yang diikat dengan untaian emas kuning itu begitu memikat, menjerat rasa dan naluri semulajadi ai yang begitu lemah apabila berhadapan dengan kilau emas dan berlian....owh.............terpana aku pada kilauan saktimu...........


Dan panahan sakti omeh itu terus membangkitkan nafsu yang bergelora bagaikan badai yang membelah samudera lantas menghantar ribut taufan ke tanah daratan dan ke serata pelusuk horizon.


And terus, aku berghairah. Berghairah untuk memiliki cincin yang gorjes dasat itu. Dan ku tanyakan harganya pada penjual cincin itu....


No. Don't bother to hold your breath.


Bukan RM24 juta.


Bukan juga


USD24 millions.


Bukan koleksi de Beers, bukan Tiffany's, bukan Cartier's, and most definitely, bukan Jacob & Co....

Cincin itu tiada jenama, dan harganya pun cuma seribu hingget plus plus (err aku lupa exact price dalam mimpi hehe)....


Maka...beta tanyakan pada memanda menteri beta...Titah beta :

"Wahai mamak menteri, semalam beta bermimpi...mimpi melihat sebentuk cincin berlian yang amat gorjes serinya, dan amat indah kilauannya, dan harganya pong tidaklah sampai mencecah jotaan hingget Malaysia, seribu hingget plus plus jerrrr...murah jerrr bangggg",


Demikian titahku pada mamak menteriku yang sedang berlenggeng memakai boxer tanpa baju dan saat itu mamak menteri sedang sibuk memberi makan pada burung burung di dalam taman burungnya....

"Hummm"...gumam mamak menteriku.



"Choiiii, dia buat buat pekak la pulok", bisik qalbuku yang sedang bernafsu besar.



"Apakah maksudnya mimpi beta itu wahai mamak menteri?", terus aku mendesak pada menteri yang mempunyai ketulan lemak tepu di serata badannya itu.





"Huh awak tu banyak sangat duk depan netbook mengadap Internet baca berita pasal cincin 24 jota la handbag LV sejuta hingget la, tu yang sampai terbawak2 dalam mimpi! Dah tuksah berangan feeling-feeling princess, pi masuk dapur buat air kopi Jantan kat saya, saya haus!"



Hoh. Dan saat itu aku terus tersedar..............


Choiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Nampak sangat la aku tak ada kerja asik bertenggek depan netbook dan baca macam2 gusip kat Internet hahahahahaha


Mimpi ghopernyerrrrrrr!!!!!!

The Heartbreaker : Be Still, My Heart....

It's been one whole week since my hubby broke my heart into tiny little pieces and left me all alone to lick my wounds and at the same time I had to take care of the children and maintain my sanity adn that left me so tired, like I had been fighting in an endless battle but there's no signs of who's gonna win, and the morale got low, and lower till I feel like I can't breathe anymore, and I just wish that the end is near.......






OK that was an exaggeration at the highest level.




What happened was, hubby went outstation, and with him, he brought one tiny piece of my heart....well....ummm...not exactly my heart lah....





Actually he brought our broadband modem with him, and that, dear sirs and gentlewomen, in this Facebook and Blogger era, is equivalent to coldly ripping my heart out from my chest cavity, and what's even worse is that I was powerless and all I can do was just to stare at my big, pulsating heart and feeling the void inside the chest cavity, at the place where my heart used to be...and the pain. ohmygod OHMYGOD!!!!!!


The pain was excruciating, like one million tiny pieces of needles and knives took a stab at my body. Ahh....the agony, the pain, the hurt...........




Whoops. There I go again, exaggerating things to infinity and beyond!

I blame it on TV lorrrr...one week without modem equals one week of TV overdose, and can you believe those junks they put on TV now ?

Wait.


What am I doing here, stuck on my blogger page and trying very hard to update my blog when I am free to roam the borderless Internet kingdom, now that I got back my heart, whoops, I mean, my modem ?



I rest my case.