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.

Rawan Sakti Nebula Cinta Kita

Inginku
menggapai suria
bagi meleraikan
rindu dendam berahi pada
kerlingan manja bintang
dan menzahirkan
asyik mahsyuk pada
pesona renungan rembulan
yang menarikan ulik
aurora borealis di di ufuk utara
pada rona hati
yang tersentuh pada
nebula yang sedang rawan
merindukan titisan terakhir
nur terindah....

Kerna aku hanyalah sang pemburu
terkesima pada sakti panah cintamu...

Rawan sakti nebula cinta kita






Perghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Jiwang 18 karat. Hey, that's high lit. Well at least for me lah.



Seriously, I don't know where the heck the above came from.

I was in front of my workstation (read : my Facebook page, the fake FB account haha), and that phrases just sort of sneaked into my mind, and my treacherous fingers just transformed the abstract ideas into something tangible, that stares back at me, glaringly so, from my Toshiba netbook's 14 inch screen.

Wow. Perhaps this is as close as I can get to the out of body experience.


And yep, I duly posted that on my Facebook. Well, the fake one that is.


Now I seriously wonder, if being quite close to the proximity of the Lynas factory has got anything to do with my new found power (POWER ?????? hahaha that's over the top la weii, power konon!)


Perhaps all my (disconnected) brain cells had finally found their right paths. Hint : remember the ads about growing up milk on TV, the one about sel-sel otak yang tidak bersambung? yeah baby, perhaps now all the cells are interconnected into one another, making a huge, huge chain of information super highways right smack inside my brain ??


Perhaps, perhaps perhaps....


well all this great thinking made me tired. So I'm off to bed in a jiffy.

Have No Fear, I Got The Power!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let's take a walk down the memory lane.( It's NOT a long walk, mind you, considering that I'm not that old, just reach 27 years of age (27, again???) haha, sorry could't resist that lorrr)



Anyways, I remembered back when I was still a teenager ( note : again, that's not a very longgggg time ago, I strongly believe that my teenage years are just FIVE years back, and let us just stick to that, like, FOREVER! haha) and well, I have this deep rooted fear whenever my mom asked me to do this specific chores....


Was it mopping the floor ?
Nope. I got my brothers to do that.


So was it doing the dishes?
Hell, no! That's what my younger sister is for.


Cooking ?
Wrong answer. I got my elder sisters to do that, thank you very much.


Chasing the cows and the goats and all the ayam itiks back into their pens?
No No No No No!!!! That's what people in DALLAS do (hahaha....)


So what was it ?

I'll give you clues.

It's boxy.

It got sharp, jagged little teeth.

It can spin and rotate its head in 360 degrees angle.


GASP!

Am I talking about.....ghost ? hantu ? Kui ?


Still clueless ????


Here's another clue.



The worst thing is, I need to put my hand closely to its head and let its teeth chew and shred the coconuts into tiny little pieces!


HELLOOOOOOOO darlin, am talking about the coconut shredder machine la sayang oii!


What were you thinking ?


Did you think that I was describing pontianak ? Poltergeist? Hantu cina ?


Sheeeshhh!



Anyway..............

Yeah I got a serious problem whenever my mom asked me to 'mesin kelapa', so to speak. I can't mop the floor, coz my bros had done that, can't do the dishes coz I had conveniently 'delegate' the task to my younger sis, and I definitely can't cook, coz nobody would dare to eat what I cooked (back then la OK, now no more ya!)...and so I'm stuck with the 'mesin kelapa' task.


And for those of you who raises your cute little noses and exclaimed that there are instant coconut milk everywhere, in supermarket got, in pasar also got, please.... let me remind you that this is the 90's, about twenty years back! (hey did I say twenty ? God Gracious! I mean FIVE years back! lol)

It was the time when instant coconut milk is almost uheard of, and when people patiently 'kukur' their own coconuts to make santan, or whatever!!

What ? You can't recall how a mesin kelapa looks like? Argh!


Enter Exhibit A : The Coconut Shredder Machine...
I got goosebumps just by starring at its revolving head.





Exhibit B : The post-shred coconut shell aka tempurung kelapak.

Note : I took the initiative to snap the pics, so the photo credits are all mine, MINE!!!!! muahahaha (evil queen laugh)


And so, I avoided as much as I can from being near to the coconut shredder machine. Shamelessly I cheated, I gave bribes (usually to my younger sis, and my endless lists of bibiks) and I did almost everything that I can so that I won't have to do the coconut shredder task. And I did it soooooooooooooooo beautifully.


And then came the era of the instant coconut milk. You can either buy the coconut milk in a box, or the freshly squeezed coconut milks from the pasar, and I thought that I had entered pure heaven.



Until today.

My MIL had prepared to cook daging masak lomak cili api, and she had prepared all the ingredients (thank you mom!), when suddenly, her friend came in the house and announced that there's a death in the neighborhood, and my MIL got called for the mandikan jenazah/body cleansing ritual for the dearly departed.

And so, she handover the cooking baton to moi. Which is not a problem at all, I can do the masak lomak cili padi with my eyes closed! kacang maa...easy as a cake.


Some more, she had prepared all the ingredients what. All the bawangs, kunyits, the chillies etc etc. Everything. Except the MUST have coconut milk. Actually, she had came to the part where she had cut the coconut shells in two, just conveniently waiting to be shredded by the machine! And what is masak LEMAK cili padi without the coconut milk ? masak cili padi won't do babe!


Oh how I freaked out.

I normally stocked out on instant coconut milks, I usually bought the six-pack cartons and just keep those in the freezer, so whenever I felt like cooking something that requires santan aka coconut milk, I would just open the freezer door, wave my magic wand and voila! instant coconut milk at my service!

But not today. No cute little box of instant santan in my fridge. And with that, my magic wand is useless. And I'd really, really freaked out. Like, it's Friday when the males must g to the mosque for the Friday prayer, and the boys are coming back from school early cozz it's freakin Friday and I'm freakin' out coz I don't know what else to do!!!!

It did cross my mind to fake pengsan, but nobody is in the house. What's the use of faking and staging a pass out with no audience ?

So I Called Teddy and asked him to buy some instant coconut milks, but he was already on his way back, and some more it's Friday, so most of the shops are closed for the Friday prayer.

And time is running out.

Tick tock tick tock....


And so it's just me and the dreaded coconut shredder machine.

Do or die.

Sync or swim.

And I took my steps to the coconut shredder machine, and rubbed my hands all over its body, just for courage (and luck), and I hold the coconut shells tightly in my hands, closed my eyes and........


I DID IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DID IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I grated and shredded the coconut shells, both of them without any scratch or cuts whatsoever !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Yay for bravery.


So now I'm enrolling myself for paragliding, or perhaps bungee jump that I had always wanted to do, but I was too chicken-sh*t to do!

sigh...yeah I can talk big maaahh

I Got Balls !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Errr...alamak, betui ka ?



Chaittt. Tak bole blah punya tajuk. Ekceli, ni entry pendek jahh nih.

Was talking about this :-



Ai cuma nak merafakkan sejuta rasa gumbira dan keterujaan ai dengan permainan yangs sangat2 menghiburkan, mencemaskan dan menyebabkan jantung ai dupdapdupdap serta jiwa raga ai rasa tak keruan semalam....

Kudos to both Kelantan n Terengganu team players, it was such a sexy,sexy game !!!!!!




Best Player/Man of The Match : Kapten Ganu, nombo 17!!!!!! yeahhhhh ai memang dah mark abe Juki, dari saat dia berdiri untuk membaca ikrar intergriti lagi ai dah tulih kat FB ai yang berdasarkan faktor kehenseman Kapten Ganu, ai dah consider ganu menang game tuh hahahahaha gatai



Photo Credits :
Gambar dicilok dari :http://www.norfanil.com/2011/06/keputusan-final-piala-fa-2011.html

It Started With A Kiss...........

A kiss is still a kiss, in Casablanca
But a kiss is not a kiss, without your sigh....


Ermmmmm...that's a snippet of a lyric of the song Casablanca, by Bertie Higgins...Love that song, really do....such a beautiful song.....


Now imagine a nice, long,hot, passionate kiss..the kind that makes you feel the earth moves under your feet, the kind that can carry you high above the twinkling stars, the kind that makes you feel all heated up, like you can touch the hot, scorching sun, the kind that makes feel like you entered NIRVANA....mmmmmmm......



And someone used to tell me, that a kiss is not a kiss, without some tongue....oh lala!!!!! Thank you, France, for that French kiss lesson, we'll never forget you, seriously!


ERK????? Whadehelll ????????

Why am I rambling about these nonsense ???? Am I sick ????


Well, the truth is, I was down with the fever last week. And something must have altered my brain thoughts, to make me put in words, things that had written above....(yeah, that's a classic excuse haha)


So did my fever started with a kiss ?

.....Well, actually, No. I just wrote that as my entry title coz it sound soooooo poetic, that it captures my soul.


Well... allright !!! I wrote that as my title just to make people come to my blog thus increasing the traffic counter! Sheeesshhh you guys ate ants fro breakfast or what ????

Now back to business, I had a terrible fever last week, and it started with a terrible, terrible sore throat that I felt like there are a few mad tigers clawing at my tonsils, and my head felt heavy, like there were some mad tigers having a fun time fighting each other INSIDE my brain.

And don't let me start with that terrible, terrible aching limbs that I felt like there a a gazillion of mad tigers chewing at every corners of my limbs and muscles. Ouch....




And I blame the fever for awakening that LAZY beast inside me....Even after I recovered from that fever, I am still stuck with that lazy beast, and it just wouldn't allow me to patiently sit in front of my netbook n update my blog....erghhhhhhhhhhh.....aiyyoh so lazy lorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....


Now I want to go back to my zombie like trance and just stared away the the TV...ahhhh what a bliss, what a beautiful life...bellissima!!!!!






and...come to think of it.............why don't I brush up on my kissing technique, so to speak hahahahahahahaha (evil queen laugh)