Saturday Night Fever, Resident Evil : AfterLife, Last Man Standing

What, did I have a movie marathon week ?

Nope.



So, did I enter some sort of a quiz that involves all 3 movies in my answer`?

Nay.


Or, am I writing a new book, based entirely from all 3 movies ?

Wrong !



The entry above (Saturday Night Fever, Resident Evil In The House and Last Man Standing) pretty much sums up the reason why I was unable to stay on the Net last week.



Episode One : Saturday Night Fever

Ahh...who could ever forget this movie and the soundtracks of the movie, that had brought the new meaning and changed the music landscape of the 70s ?


And who vould ever forget Mr Travolta, with his gyrating and swaying hips moves that had made girls gone crazy ?



If my doctor is this yummy looking, I don't mind having a fever!



Episode Two : The Resident Evil : AFterlife

Mila Jovovich, such a beautiful leading character in The Resident Evil: The Afterlife, kickin some bad ass zombies in that movie. Cool !!!!! And she is really stunning!


Bad-ass zombie like creatures in that movie. Gosh how I hate their ugly faces !



Mila and co-star Ali Larter, boy, they really kick some a$$ !!! Girl power to da max!


Episode Three : Last Man Standing

My fave scene in Last Man Standing. Bruce Willis is so howwwtttt!!!!



OK. So what does those movies got anything to do with my absence from blogging ?

Well, here's what happened...

There was a Saturday Night Fever episode in my household last week. But nope, it was not tke kind of fever that John Travolta had started when he pointed his index finger up towards the sky, gyrated his cute butts and danced to the tune of Staying Alive, ah ah ah ah Staying Alive, staying alive! (oh yes, this really brings back the dance floor memories!)...


It was another kind of fever.


The real McCoy kind of fever, the one that started when my MIL vomitted non stop at 3 a.m. in the morning, and had to make a few mad dash to the toilet afterwards. She was really weak after the non-stop purging sessions, and then my FIL was also infected with the same spell. We brouht both my MIL and FIL to the clinic, and they got their meds, so I thought that all would be OK. I should have expected that the whole household would be infected, but nahhh, I didn't see it coming.

So all hell break loose when my youngest prince caught the same disease by early Monday morning. He vomited non stop, and he retched and retched until al that came out from his empty tummy was just the greenish bile liquid. That really hit the panic button in me. So off to the clinic again we dashed, but the doctor reassured me that my boy is as strong as an ox, and he just prescribed some dehydration salt and some medicine to stop the vomit.


And then, by Monday evening, my 3 other boys were also infected. So right and left, up and down there were always someone vomiting in my household. Yep, it was such a nightmare! I had to be a good nurse slash doctor slash toilet cleaner etc etc...

So I prayed that I would not get infected, and that's how I envisioned myself as Alice in that movie The Resident Evil:Afterlife...yep it sounds hilarious, but I think that had helped me tremendously, I swear!

I pictured myself as Alice, with that same sexy outfit that Mila had worn on the movie, with that same high kicks that had bashed numerous zombie-like creatures, and with that same, no-nonsense attitude, and of course, I envisioned myself with that same great body (not that difficult to do this, mind you!) haha.


The only difference is our weapons. Alice used guns and knives and whatever that was handy to kill those ugly zombie. Moi, well, I used lots and lots of Dettol disinfectant and lots and lots of disinfectant handwash. But it worked for me.


By Wednesday, hubby dearest caught the same disease, but not me. I stayed strong, and healthy and still kicking some nasty germs that dared to come into my household, very much the epitome of super sexy and gorgeous femme fatale. So in other words, I was the Last Man Standing in that nasty diarrhea episode that invaded my house last week.


sigh....


Penat, kan ????

So I'm off for my well-deserved rest (clue to hubby : some 6-stars hotel stay for 2 nights wouldn't hurt).

Yeah. As if my hubby reads my blog, hahaha !

Well, off to rest anyway, and maybe this time I should envisioned myself as Lara Croft, off for another of her great adventure!


Take care, people, and don't let that nasty diarrhea germs bite you!

Craving Session...Arghhh!!

Argh. Since I came back from Raya, I just couldn't shake this craving that have....This craving really drove me crazy but I just couldn't find the right channel to assuage the lust that I have (oh mama mia!)


You see, I crave for this object.


It's gray in colour, cylinder in shape (like a sausage to be exact),, longish (about 6 inches minimum, and can go up to a whopping 10 inches long), and yep, it came in sizes - the small ones would normally have a diameter of roughly 1 inch across, and the big ones would have a diameter of about 2 inches across...In whatever sizes that it came from, it's deeply satisfying, and once I taste it I just couldn't stop !!!! I would just go on and on and on and on until I am fully satiated. And yep, I would just suck every juicy bits of that thingy, every last drop of that juicy, velvety good taste!


Wait. Did I sound like a sultry, super sexy adult (read:porn) movie advertisement ????

Sarah Michelle Gellar, former Buffy The Vampire Slayer actress....yummy!


Alamak...Sorry to mislead you.


Was actually talking about this.


Keropok lekor Terengganu..
Pic from the Net


You see, the other day, when I came back from Terengganu for Raya, I didn't get a chance to stock up my keropok lekor. Reason being, Mr Hubby decided to try the supposedly finished LPT/Lebuhraya Pantai Timur highway and bypassing the coastal state roads along Marang/Dungun/Kemaman, which are laden with roadside stalls that offers a haven for seafood lovers.

Yep, I missed those keropok lekor or fish sausage (I made up that description!), that keropok keping (fish crackers?), all those lovely ikan kering/salted fish, budu (anchovies sauce?) etc etc....sigh....


So this prompted another trip down memory lane, when my relatives used to make their own keropok...Hopefully, by doing this I could ease off my keropok lekor cravings...hmmm, worth a shot, no ????



You see, the single most important ingredient in making keropok is of course, the fish. The more, the better. And the best fish is ikan tamban, for its sweet, sweet taste. There's also keropok ikan parang, which are famous with people from outside Terengganu because the keropok or the crackers would bloom after frying, and it had that lovely whitish colour. Of course there are many other fish which are suitable for keropok, but I simply love keropok ikan tamban.

Then, after the fish, you must have sago powder, which would help the fish mixture to stick together and hold their shapes once you roll. And of course you must add in salt and enough MSGs (optional) for taste.


OK, that's the ingredient. So how to make keropok ?

First, you must remove the scales and the skin of the fishes. The scales and the skins would make it hard for the fish mixture to stick together, so to speak, so off them go from the fish. Next, you remove the head. Just chop their heads off, show no mercy! Next, make a small slit along the fish body, and remove the guts (this is basic, who eats fish guts anyway?). Then, make another incision along the fish backbone, and remove the flesh from the bones.

Repeat this procedure until you have enough fish fillets, or until you run out of fish, or until you can't stand with the fishy smell haha. OK so next, you pound the fish fillets, and mix it with the sago powder and salt and MSGs fro taste. When I was a child, there was no such thing as a machine to pound the fish, so the adults would take turns in pounding the fish in a big, wooden mortar and pestle.

Then, you roll the mixture into that cylinder shape. In the mean time, the heat up a big periuk with enough water, pour a bit salt, and wait for the water to boil. Once it boiling, just throw the keropok rolls into the hot water and once the keropok surfaced on the hot water, voila, it's a sign that the keropok is already fully cooked. So it's chow time!!!!!


We, the Terengganu people have no qualms in eating the boiled keropoks, it's fully cooked already. But then, there are squeamish people out there who are scared to eat those boiled keropoks (read: my Hubby), so we invent the method to cut those long rolls into shorter (and cuter!) pieces, and fry those in oils. But of course, frying will intensify the taste, and will make the keropok taste even better, yummyyyy!!!!!

Keropok Goreng for tea time...
Pic also from the Net

To make keropok crackers, wait for the keropok rolls to cool down (normally the next day), and just slice the keropok rolls into paper thin pieces, and dry those under the hot, scorching sun for a few days, alternately turning the cracker pieces so that they would have enough exposure to the sun. Of course there are machines to do all these jobs nowadays, I am just recalling the traditional method of producing keropoks....


The most famous place for keropok in Terengganu is a place called Losong. So the name keropok Losong is almost like a brand name, with places as far as Cherating and Kota Bharu also boast of selling keropok Losong at their stalls. During Raya of school holidays, the queue for keropok Losong is very, very long, and could easily turn into catfights if you are stupid enough to cheat and cut queue of the guy or the makcik before you! Lol!




Argh. Talking about this simply intensify my cravings. Gaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! Mayday mayday, need to make a phone call to Terengganu and ask (read: FORCE) my sister to go and buy the keropok, and courier them to me.


Ahhhhh don't I love the technology and the courier company ???


Well I rest my case....

Raya Memoir : The Beach, The Sea And My Heart....

Just came back from my kampung for raya...sigh....and I still got some pieces of my heart there...sob...sob....2 days just felt like 2 minutes, and I'm still longing for my hometown...aghhhh!!!!!!!


So with that, let me just pour out my longings here in my blog....hmmmm so where do I start this eyyyy ????



Geographically, I hailed from the East Coast of Malaysia, where there are many, many pretty pretty women per square feet, more than any other places in Malaysia, yours truly included. (haha!).

Terengganu is the name of the state, and Batu Burok Beach, is the name of my kampung. So that's the geographical facts. Enough with that.



Ahhh Batu Buruk...do you know that the name Batu Buruk is derived from one huge rock that resides about 500 metres from the beach ? The rock is not very big, but it is clearly visible from the beach, and here's the fact, the rock NEVER tenggelam or sink below sea level, even when the monsoon season or high tide !!!! Yups, even during the high tide, you can still see the tips of the rock, winking at you amidst the crazy, monstrous and swollen angry sea.



And Batu Buruk is such a beautiful place to be.



Picture this.


The beach...an endless long, white, pristine beach. And the sea in front of you that came in almost all shades of blues and greens, and sometimes the blues and greens are intertwined together, creating a new shade of turquoise that you won't find in any artist's palettes. And then the sky above reflected the sea shade in blue, and the gentle fresh breeze softly blowing right at you, like a lover's sweet whispers and caresses...mmmmmmm.....


Feels like paradise, right ?

Batu Buruk Beach...bellisima!!!!!



Well, that's my paradise, that's my childhood playground, and that's where pieces of my heart still remain....


And it was such a charming place for a playground. I remembered many, many games there. One that I fondly remembered is the war games. First, we ( me n my cousins and kampung friends) would dig up holes about knee deep. The holes would be our forts or barricades. And for ammo, we would go to the wet sand neat the water edge, dug up the wet sand, and rolled up the sands into many, many tiny balls. Then we would roll the balls onto the dry sand. Somehow, the dry sands made the wet sandy balls hold its shape, and we would stocked up those as much as we could. Those would be our hand grenades (yes Uncle Lee, I started early on the hand grenade thingy!).


And then the war began, and we throw up our ammo left and right, up and down and every direction in the horizon.


By the time our little war is over, we would have sands in our ears, in our mouths, in our bajus and all over our bodies, and this, would trigger our moms to be an incredible hulk to see us in such a mess! And of course we would very much like to avoid such a situation. No, thank you very much! Incurring the wraths of our mothers is a big NO NO!


So we would (stupidly) opted to wash all the sands from our bodies (i.e. removing the evidence) by dunking into the sea. And we had such a fun time getting rid of all the sandy evidence and chasing each other and continuing our war games in the sea. And boy it was fun!


Until someone pointed out that our grannies were standing near the sea shores, with a pelepah kelapa raised high and shouting for ALL of us to come out of the water.



That evening all of us got a nasty canning from our fathers because we mandi laut without any adult's supervision. And that is how we learn that besides from incurring the wrath of our mothers, we must also avoid from incurring the wrath of our fathers ! sigh.....such were the memories...


And I remembered how we (yep, the same gang again) would hunt down for little crabs and clams in the shallow sea water, and cooked those little buggers in Milo tins and have our own little BBQ party by the beach! I only stopped doing such activity when one of my aunts pointed out that we were being cruel to the little buggers, coz we cooked those buggers alive! Gasp! Masak hidup-hidup ??? Kejam tuh ! And I don't want to be cruel to the animals, so that is how our little BBQ parties ended....sigh.....such were the memories....


But we respected the sea. Even though we always curi-curi mandi laut without our parents' consent (we did this by mandi laut only when our grannies took their naps in the afternoon, thus bypassing the informers, smart thinking, kan???), we would never go near the sea during the monsoon season. Somehow, we have this inborn or built in instinct that the sea is not always a safe place to be.....


But I still love the sea, no matter how it looked. Looking at the sea made me forget all my worries. And watching the endless waves crashing on the shores made me feel calm. And seeing the big blue sea, with the big, blue sky above made me think that anything is possible.


And last few days, I rekindled my long, childhood romance with the sea, the beach and the sky....yet it still feels like I don't have enough, and I'm still longing for more....


And all I have are just memories.....



Batu Buruk, in the early hours in the mornin....





The South China Sea rushed to greet me, like long lost lovers embracing each other after long, long separation....and the morning sun blessed our little rendezvous with its golden glory....yup I'm being super poetic...must be the sea water....




My own boys, having a sand frenzy moments...it's such a delight to see this moments...



Sigh....enough with this reminiscence, hope that I can persuade my Hubby to balik kampung again, perhaps next month hehe...

So here's wishing all of you....


Selamat Hari Raya, peeps....thanks for dropping by !

Maaf Zahir Batin....


signed
Razzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (yep, off to sleep and dream of my charming little paradise)

The End is Near : The Frenzy Tales of Ramadhan

Today is day 23 of Ramadhan, so in 7 days or less, Muslims all around the world will be rejoicing and celebrating the new moon of Syawal, the month of victory. This new month is much anticipated after a hardship of enduring hunger and thirst while fasting, and restraining oneself from doing things that can batal your puasa. Do I need to elaborate on things that can make your puasa batal ? Don't have lehhhh....OK





Ramadhan is a blessed month, it is said to be the month of maghfirah - forgiveness from Allah from all of your past sins. And theoretically, Muslims are supposed to do lots of amal ibadah in order to get the divine forgiveness from Allah. And so, there's a frenzy among good Muslims to double up their solat or prayers instead of dancing ther butts off at the clubs, more Quran recitals instead of listening to Justin Biebers saying 'I would never say neverrrrrr!' (itu example lah ye!) and lots and lots of derma, or donations to the poors.



A Muslimah reciting Quran at Blue Mosque, Turkey


Women performing solat at Prospect Park, Brooklyn New York


Muslims performing solat at Guantanamo Bay Prison.

All photo credits belong to: http://islamicsunrays.com


Those are the good kind of frenzy.




There's another kind of frenzy, the one that are happening to a vast majority of Malaysian Muslims especially.


The first frenzy of this kind, began on the very first day of Ramadhan.


It is called the PaRam frenzy. PaRam, as in Pasar Ramadhan, or Ramadhan Bazaar, Ramadhan market. It is where people flocked to that makeshift markets for some kuihs, or lauk buka puasa or simply cuci mata. And there's a wide array of foods displayed, enough to make you gone crazy, especially since you are hungry and thirsty, from fasting that everything at PaRam looks delicious and you must buy simply EVERYTHING!!!!!

There are that must have onde-onde or buah melaka, that exotic kuih tahi itik, that gangster kuih lompat tikam, that delightful bubur kacang, plain old karipap or ts upgraded sister, the karipap pusing, the thirst quencher and colourful puddings and so on and so forth.

And there are to die for murtabaks, laksa Penang, Mi Kari, mi sup, mi goreng, char koay teow, nai beriani, nasi ayam, sate, ayam pusing, kepak ayam madu et cetera et cetera.

And the lauk to accompany the nasi! There are ayam masak merah, ikan bakar, terung goreng berlada, patin masak tempoyak, rendang daging, kurma daging, phewwwwww...I am salivating simply by reciting the lists!

Suffice to say, Pasar Ramadhan is a mini food carnival, and it is really some serious gastronomic affair. It's not a place to be if you are watching your weight, and it can also incur some serious damage on your wallet content. Yours truly, for instance, spent RM60 alone on day 1 of Ramadhan at PaRam. And I only stopped from buying more food because I hot my hands already full with countless plastic bags, on both hands! Sigh...


PaRam has its ups and downs graph. The highest turnover is on the first and the last day of Ramadhan, and people can be really frantic in buying foods in these two days. And normally, week one will record a high turnover when reckless, lazy and kaki makan people (read : moi, yours truly, me!) will frantically buy foods and keep on alternating between stores and buying different variety of foods (read: found out that the foods that I had bought are not tasty at all, so had to switch to other makcik!).

After week one is over, the PaRam fever cooled down a little (read: this normally happen after one week of moaning and cursing the makciks for selling foods that are not tasty at all, harap nampak jer cantik tapi rasa yuckkyyyyy!).


And then, enter phase two of Ramadhan fever. Once the PaRam fever subsides, there's another frenzy that will fill its void. This is the COOKING frenzy phase. This is when you are done with all the moanings and cursings of irresponsible PaRam food sellers for selling foods that are not up to your standards, and TING! there's a light bulb lighting up your mind, and you started to think that Hey! I can cook like that also lehhh!!!!!


And so it began. All that energies, all that hours spent in the kitchen cooking whatever it is that came into mind. Nasi biryani, nasi ayam, laksa Penang, fried noodle, soup noodle, onde-onde,ikan bakar, honey roasted chicken, kurma daging, rendang ayam etc etc etc and the list goes on.


This phase is also short lived. It will normally have a life span of one week, or two the most. Reason for dying : aiyyahhhhh...so susah la to cook and then had to clean up some more (read : masak sendiri pun tak sedap jugak!!!!)




Right after the cooking disaster frenzy, errr whoops, did I say cooking disaster ? I meant to say Cooking Frenzy phase is over, there's a shopping raya frenzy. Now this is the phase when people would think about what colour theme is it going to be for their baju raya attire....


Let's see, last year it was lavender theme, when all the baju, handbag and shoes were perfectly matched in lavender hues that I resembled a walking lavender farm, so this year is a close contest between turquoise, or perhaps that rare dog's poop gray (kelabu tah* anjing lerrr) theme ? Hmmmmm dilemma dilemma....


And what about handbags ? Prada or Gucci ? But Coach is the IN thing now. And how about LV ? Aiyyohhhh cannot la. The other day I saw a makcik selling kuihs at PaRam also wear Louis Vuitton handbag ! Gaaaa!!!!!!


Huh. And what about shoes ? That Jimmy Choo's stiletto is to die for, but how to wear stiletto when I had to carry a chubby 1 year old in my arms ? Huh dilemma dilemma..... (yeah like I wear Prada or Gucci of LV or JC hahaha)

And the tudung selections to choose from...there's Aryani, Yuna, Syrian, Bawal etc etc...huh buat I confuse saja...and the kedai emas....ahhhhhhh the kedai emas.......


Oh yes. At day 23 of Ramadhan, we are seriously entering the RAYA frenzy. You know it when radio stations and shopping complexes play the raya songs non stop, and serious shoppers flock the infamous Jalan TAR in Kuala Lumpur, causing a frenzy on the road.

Ah yes, the frenzy. This is a sign for me to stop writing for this entry, because I would also want to join the ultimate shop til you drop shopping frenzy!


Tata all, me heading for some serious marathon in a short while! (Yeah rite, says my hubby, always the party pooper)...sigh....

I'm Hannibal The Cannibal !!!! Gasp!!!!!!

Remember him ? THE Hannibal Lecter, the infamous cannibal character ever invented on screen. And I secretly believed that Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal is the sexiest villain, on par with Captain Jack Sparrow (The Pirates of Carribean) and that guy who starred as Imhotep in The Mummy Returns.


And gosh, Anthony Hopkins really played his part to the boot! I remembered watching the movie, and I had this goosebumps all over my body just by looking at him. I mean, his character was supposed to be pure evil, a megalomaniac, a psychopath who killed and EAT his victims coldheartedly, with no remorse whatsoever. But in that movie his silent conduct, his wisdom and his eloquency spoke volumes that I couldn't help feeling mesmerized and transfixed to his character! And that, really give me the creeps!




Creepy yet intriguing Hannibal.


But what's more creepier is the facts that I bought the books that were written based on the movies - both The Silence of The Lambs, and its sequel, The Red Dragon. You know how novels are much, much more intimate that what you see on screen. On screen, you can scream, you can close your eyes, hid beneath your sofa or whatever, when you encounter those ugly, scarry scenes. Just shut your eyes for a few seconds, and you escaped all that gory, bloody murders. That's how I watched horror/thriller movies. I scream and shut my eyes so that I don't have to witness the ghost that leapt on screen, or whenever a psychopath killer caught his victim on screen.


My sister hates to see horror movies with me. She said she is more afraid to hear my scream than to see what is really happening on screen. I told her, well, that's what watching a horror movie is all about. It's about scrreammmmmm and let go. She said that I'm a coward. So I punched her face, and that, induced a catfight that only ends when our parents pulled us apart. I was 10, and she was 9 back then. Talk about she-cats from hell! haha








Well, anyway, the question now is, am I a cannibal ? And why ?


Remember him?

Gomok, the past.


Well, hubby dearest woke up 2 days ago, and decided that he would like to eat duck meat for iftar. So guess who ends up as dinner on our table that day ?


Yep, the Gomok.

I told Teddy my hubby that I don't eat my own pets, that it would be almost like a cannibalism to do such thing. Teddy was quick to point out that his ducks are not his pets, well, at least he doesn't look at his ducks the way that he looks at his arowana, for example. And then we argue back and forth on the semantics, and we even went as far as the history of evolution in homo sapiens, the neanderthals and the cro-magnons , just for the sake of arguing. Yeah, nasty.




A cro-magnon skull.



A Neanderthal skull reconstruction


If you want to know how a homo sapiens looks like, just look in a mirror OK!


Anyway, suffice to say that Teddy won the debate. But as a consolation prize, I told him that yep, I can cook the duck, butI won't get my hands dirty with the slaughter, the cleaning/processing of internal organs/feathers etc etc. And I can't promise that I would eat the duck!

So we reached an agreement, and Teddy kept to his promises. And so I cooked the duck meat that day. The rendang kerutup itek that I cooked in my huge wok (yep, I cooked 1 whole bird, coz Teddy's staff in office are all duck meat lovers!) doesn't at all reminds me of Gomok. And by iftar or buka puasa time, when I put the rendang on the serving plates, all that I can see is just....wahlauuu...the rendang looks like chicken only mehhh!!!


And Teddy gently put 1 portion of the rendang on my plate. I glared at him at first, but hunger took over me, and I gingerly squeezed and pinched the piece of meat on my plate. The meat was dark, unlike the white flesh of a chicken. Oh gosh, I'm soooo ready to puke! But I tahan, just as I don't call forth Gomok's image in my mind. And so I took the first bite, and..................


OhMyGod!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It was delicious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



And that, is how I crossed over to the 'other' side.




Of course not the cannibalism part.




But the duck meat lover society, if there's one society like that. Haha

Duck Tales : Cerita Itik GAMPANG (??)

Gampang.

If you say the that word in Indonesia, people would just shrug it off and you won't risk being gang-bashed by some angry crowd. Gampang in Indonesian language means easy.


But tongues will wag and (perfectly embroidered) eyebrows will raise, if you utter that particular word in Malaysia. And yes, you could risk some great injuries on your body if you say that word out loud.

Loosely translated, it means 'el bastardo', or son of a *itch (yep, something that rhymes with witch), or simply said, it means anak haram in BM.


OK, enough with that fascinating word facts. I'm not a language expert, and we are not here not talk about Malay-Indo discrepancies, nor are we arguing semantics here.


It was midday, and I was clearing the unwashed dishes and preparing to cook for Iftar, or buka puasa dish. Yours truly and her mom in law were in the kitchen, just having a small chat.

And then, out of the blue, my mother in law uttered the word ITIK GAMPANG and I who have such delicate ears (haha yeah, right!) almost dropped the plates that I was washing.


"Hah ? Mak cakap apa tadi ????!", I said.


And then she repeated the same words. And I, who was only half listening to what my MIL had been talking about (heyy, so I daydream a little and not really paying attention to what she was talking about, yep...I'm a bad daughter in law!!!!) had to ask dear MIL to repeat the subject matter that she was talking about.


She was talking about this.



Introducing : Inchek Gemok, my fat little duck.


According to MIL, Inchek Gemok - the fattest duck among Teddys' 14 little precious had started to mate with other female ducks (oh finally!). But he chose to mate with an itik telur (reared for its eggs). So according to MIL, a marriage between an itik daging (reared for its meat) and itik telur, will result in itik gampang! Gampang, because the mother is 'easy' that another breed of duck can climb on top of her....Oh. Such a stigma....and I couldn't help feeling sorry for that poor itik gampangs everywhere who had to live with such stigma...sigh....


Well, enough about that social label. The question now is, how in the world can a city gal like me, get stuck and involved with such animals ?


Well, for the past 8 months, we had left our home in Kuala Lumpur and stayed in Pahang. It was Teddy's decision to take a year off from office work,just do some free-lancing consultations and sales projects, and be with his parents who were not quite well back then. So I, being a good wife, just went along with his plans.


And, along the way, out of boredom, and also for the sake of venturing into some unknown territories, my hubby Teddy decided to grow some chickens, ducks, quails and birds in our vast backyards. He also went to the extent of planting 100 chili plants, the cili padi variety, you know, the kind of that small,tiny chillies but pedas like hell!!!! Oh but I sooooo love cili padi, couldn't live without them hehe...


He said it is just a POC - a proof of concept, so to speak, because in near future he would like to venture into the agricultural business. Hmmm...


That, and because he said that there-is -going-to-be-some-kind-of-a-big-disaster-in-the-year-2012, so-we-might-as-well-take-precautions-and-get-ready-with-it.


Whew!

Well, I don't have any idea regarding the big disaster that is going to happen in yhe year 2012, and I just took a que sera sera stand on this issue. Yep, whatever will be, will be...


Anyway, back to Teddy's livestocks, sad to say that the little baby chicks died, but the ducks, the quails and the birds survived and flourished. The quails, (4 of them, 3 females and 1 lucky male), got nothing better to do than to reproduce. Everyday, there would be about 10 tiny quail eggs in their 'apartment', and that's a minimum figure. Yeah, go quail!!!!!!! (my personal thought is, the word aphrodisiac should have the picture/iconic image of a quail right next to it haha)


The ducks had been with us for almost 5 months, and by now they should already mate and hatch eggs, but ZILCH! No eggs!


But boy, they CAN really eat! They can finish off a 25kg sack of ducks food in just a few days. And they finished off any small plants and leaves that are low enough for them to grab. And they grew fatter and fatter, and Inchek Gemok is the fattest of them all....


And it is sooooo fascinating to watch the ducks. They really stick together, moving together in a single file, like little soldiers marching off for some big battlefields...My favorite time is the feeding time, I would scoop out their food from the sack, and pour the grains into the pots, and they would rush for the food, eat noisily, yet elegantly, pecking off every single grain, like tomorrow would never come...


My hubby Teddy's little darlings, all 14 of them...come on, bila uols nak mengawan ??? haha


Well, maybe I should change my blog header to something like Living A Kampung Life, right ? Hmmm...

My First Love...

My first love...
you're every breath that I take,
You're every step I made,
And I,
I want to share all my love with you....

Endless Love/Diana Ross...
(Hail Madame Ross, such a beautiful vocal!)



Ahhh yes...last night, as I was about to sleep, I played this song on my cute little netbook, courtesy of YouTube and made possible by an uninterrupted broadband link....

And that reminds me of my own first love....sigh...(with that faraway look that signals that we would be taking a long walk down memory lane)



Ah yes, he is my very first love. I started to fall in love with him, even without having to see him, or meet him face to face. And this feeling grew and grew, and by the time I finally got to meet him face to face, I was completely head over heels in love with him.


It was the kind of love that proclaims I love you till the moon don't shine, till the sun cease its burn, till the sea dry up.....the kind of I love you till eternity.......



And it was such an emotional day, the day we finally draw the curtain, and met each other. I cried with joy when I saw him. He was everything that I had imagined, and more. And when we touched for the first time , I was enslaved to him -all lock, stock and barrel....and I got so overwhelmed by a sudden rush of the love so pure and so true, that's it's almost at the primal or animal instinct level...


And when I caressed his naked body, I was overcome with an euphoria that every mother should feel after 2 hours of battling pain in the labor room...


Don't hold your breath, yep, I said first love, love, naked, mother and labor room in describing the same subject....


I'm talking about him...my first born, my first love...


Ultraman numero uno, day 1....


Ultraman numero uno, 8 years later...


We took many first steps together, both he and I.


And this year, he took another first step...he completed his puasa, and I mean full day puasa!!!!! Oh gosh, I am soooooooooooooooooooo proud of him, my little crown prince, my first love...

Yeah, go Ultraman!!!!!

Salam Ramadhan, people...have a blessed Ramadhan...