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...

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.