Friendshipbabes

"Without friends we are lost…." - Jonathon Lkary 1903

Friends come and go throughout our lives. But if we are lucky, we sift through the leavers, find some lifelong friends who will always be there for us.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
-Henri Nouwen-

*Big hug for my fellow bloggermates: Concreterose, Mrs Jones, Sweetpea and SoClose*

Useful recipe

Slept late last night. Went to work feeling very groggy. As usual, the first thing to do is to open up my mail box. Read the first email and burst out laughing. Terus rasa segar-bugar. I would like to thank my very good friend, *maria* for making my day. I have no idea where she gets all these stuff.

Don’t know if you guys have read this but nak share jelah anyway. Errr..X-rated ke ni?

HOW TO MAKE LOVE
Ingredients:
4 Laughing eyes
4 Well-shaped legs
4 Loving arms
2 Firm milk containers
2 Nuts
1 Fur-lined mixing bowl
1 Firm banana

Directions:
1. Look into laughing eyes.
2. Spread well-shaped legs with loving arms.
3. Squeeze and massage milk containers very gently.
4. Gently add firm banana to mixing bowl, working in and out until well creamed. For best results, continue to knead milk containers.
5. As heat rises, plunge banana deep into mixing bowl and cover with nuts, leave to soak (preferably NOT overnight).
6. The cake is done when banana is soft. If banana does not soften, repeat steps 3-5 or change mixing bowls.

Notes:
1. If you are in an unfamiliar kitchen, wash utensils carefully before and after use.
2. Do not lick mixing bowl after use.
3. If cake rises, leave town.

Simple, no? For those who are clueless on love making can try this out. But am sure it comes naturally. No need recipe, huh? *nudge, nudge, wink, wink*

Tell me......

......how far would you go if you really hated someone?

Don’t make rash decisions. Even if you are so angry at another person, there is still a limit to what you can do...

Some people just amaze me...*sigh*

the pregger in me

1. Silver cross pram
Oh yeah, I still couldn’t get over its price. Yes, it is £ 9000 !! Ada dijual di harrods london.. Hai memang terjuling bijik mata. I was walking at 1 utama when I saw this expensive stroller from brand, Stokke. It costs RM4000, woweee !! Haaa, yang ini kalau nak mahal pun memang berbaloi la cos boleh buat macam-macam. High tech you.. You can turn it into a high chair, can manouvre while turun tangga, can adjust lots of levels, can turn the stroller to face you or face the scenery in front.. Lots of possibilities. I don’t think silver cross can do those stuffs, if it can, then the price will zoom to £ 15000 or more !!
2. Baby package
Walking in to a baby shop on a Sunday left me walking away in amazement. There’s a sense of deja vu. It’s like walking into a bridal shop where you can buy a package that includes bridal trousseau, makeup, pelamin, bedroom, hantaran, the works..
Here, I can opt for a baby package that includes baby cot, stroller, baby car seat, breast pumps, baby cot mattress and pillows set, the works.. In the end, we didn’t buy anything.
Huaaaa !!! Macam nak kawin lagi sekali jer...
3. Neo oh neo, neo kucing nakal !
I was so embarassed with nyonya gan, my neighbour. She told my mum, neo’s despicable act. He caught and ate nyonya gan’s gold fish and other smaller gold fishes from her pond. Nyonya gan had to buy new gold fishes and a steel net to cover her pond.
Aiyoo, neo...why u’re giving me such disgrace... ( Mana itu penyapu lidi..? ) I am wondering whether nyonya gan’s gold fishes are as expensive as gold cos I plan to replace her gold fishes. Poor nyonya gan...
4. Oh, I read about katie holmes’ delivery and she did not fully follow scientology’s way of delivery - the silence way.. Hmm, I can imagine if I am a scientology follower, I’ll be a confirmed apostate with the amount of screaming and swearing I’ll make in the labour room, heheee.. A great sinner, no less !!
5. One of my friend’s wife has just given birth last week to a baby girl with the help of a vacuum. Aisey man... I wonder how I will fare in the future. Kalau wife dia tak reti nak push although dah attend class, apa pula la nasib I nanti..
6. I already celebrated my 2nd wedding anniversary which fall on Labour Day recently. We went to Redang. I teringin nak pergi Redang bcos darling hubby asyik cakap, "pasir pantai dia cantik, macam bedak you.." Aargghh.. I pun teringin la nak pergi.. Furthermore, I can try to overcome my fear of sea. So, I did snorkel but kat tepi laut je ( ada Marine Park ) and for a short time cos hubby dah terasa kulit dia pedih from the piercing sun although he has slather thick layers of sunblock more than I did. The second time snorkel which was around the island, I dah takut cos on that day - the water was quite rough due to the cloudy weather. I panicked so I naik balik atas bot and sat on the edges feeding schools of fish with old bread courtesy of hotel’s kitchen. Can’t handle choppy and wavy sea, calm sea water only for me. At the last stop, it was drizzling but that doesn’t stop our group from snorkelling. Hubby was having so much fun bcos there’s no piercing sun to bother him, lucky him !!
7. Yesterday, I went to watch the anticipated movie The Da Vinci Code. I went to watch the 5.25 pm movie. TGV KLCC ni memang sucks la. At first, sound system kaput. Then, tak leh roll the reel pulak and ended up watching nearly 30 mins of ads including masa silent time.. Boring betul laa... So I ended up exiting the cinema at 8.20 pm cam tu. Eeee, rugi masa betul la.. Patutnya dah boleh keluar cinema by 8 pm !! Grrr !!!
8. I read in the sun paper, young mind’s ( I think) column yesterday. The writer rant and rave about being called less Malaysian just because she doesn’t eat petai. She’s also not satisfied with Raja Azmi’s strong statement given in Fenomena Seni tv programme. She said that Malaysia belongs to the Malay.
I’m not sure whether to be amused or feel sympathy for the writer. For me, why should she feels disturbed with those inane statements ? Eating petai is an individual’s choice. No need to feel patriotic or nationalistic or racist about it. Same goes to statement Malaysia belongs to the Malay. By right, Raja Azmi should be arrested under ISA for creating social unrest among audience. But since she’s a film producer and appear on RTM, I don’t know if Dato Zainudin Maidin wants to take any action. Not enough of an issue to elevate his political status as opposed to the cartoon. For all you know, he doesn’t even watch that inane programme.
First of all, if I’m a French, I don’t think I would be dubbed less French than my other countrymen just because I don’t eat escargot or foie gras. Maybe I’m a vegetarian or I’m just geli to eat it. Plenty of reasons to not eating them so it’s very much an individual’s choice. Same goes to petai la.. Eating or not eating them does not make a Malaysian more or less Malaysian.
As for the strong statement, I wouldn’t be bothered so much too cos who is this bozo Raja Azmi anyway ? She’s not a million dollar film producer in the same league as Yusuf Haslam. From her argument, you can easily tell that she’s not that really an intelligent person. Her movies are all flops. I think she has her own agenda to popularise herself by making strong statement on national tv. She’s not an academia nor the 21st century thinker. She’s just jealous of Yasmin Ahmad cos she kept bashing at Sepet and Gubra movie in that programme.
So, as long as the writer owns IC and/or Malaysian passport, she’s very much a Malaysian. Think about all those Orang Asli children who don’t have birth certs. No birth certs equals no IC equals NO country. And that, not Malaysian at all !!
What a waste of newpaper space. For me, the writer should give her views on macro level such as the state of our water supply if she's not aware of Orang Asli situation. It’s dirty and smelly. For middle and high class people, they can afford to buy water filters but what about those from low income group? They are drinking water unfit for consumption as if living in those African country and yet this is Malaysia. So called developing country with twin towers some more. The nearest example is the water supply to my sister in law’s rented flat in Taman Melati, Gombak. It’s so karat !! Argghh....
Malaysians do not care about their society and environment anymore. If we do, then we don’t have to suffer buying expensive filters and Yasmin Ahmad doesn’t have to make thought-provoking movies. How could we profess our love to God when at the same time we perform cruelty to animals ? Not slowing down when we see cats or dogs doing their road crossing. Yup, we care no more...

"Now I know, Daddy" :)

Did you have any chores to do when you were young? Any that you dreaded doing? For me, I didn’t mind helping out in the kitchen or cleaning the house or folding the clothes or watering the plants or washing my parent’s car but one thing that me and my siblings would always try to avoid was when we were asked to pluck out our dad’s grey hair!!

Everytime he lies down in front of the tv, we know that would be the sign. He’ll call out our names and say "ok...sapa nak cabut uban Daddy ni?". We would be pushing each other and say, "Go la..Its your turn", "Hey, I did it the last time!" "No..I did it.." "You go.." "No, you go!". This would go on for a couple of minutes until my dad screams out our names one by one. At that point we’ll be panicking and usually whovever’s the the younger sibling at the time would have to go. Of course the older sibling would always have the excuse "I did it more times than you, so, you go!". I guess its a way for the older sibling to bully the younger one. My sister used to do that to me and I would do it to my brother and he would do it to our youngest brother. But most of the time Daddy didn’t need to call us because the ‘victim’ would always be the unlucky person who entered the tv room. Sometimes, if either one of us enters the tv room and see him lying down, we’ll quietly sneak out and immediately warn each other. "Daddy’s in the tv room..and he has the tweezers!!". And we’ll know what it means :). So, off we go to hide somewhere..until of course, when he screams out our names.

Yeah...I know, we were bad but then again, what do you expect from kids that age? Plucking out grey hairs wasn’t exactly a fun thing to do. Number one, we had to remain static at one place. Number two, it would be ok if we got to choose the tv channel but usually my dad decides the programme and it was always the boring ones. So you can imagine how tiring the whole activity was. There was this one time when I wasn’t in the mood and I asked him "how long do I have to do it?". He said "ok, try to find 20 grey hairs, then you can stop". He didn’t have that many grey hairs at the time and even if I could find 20 grey hairs, it would take me a lot of time. So it was definitely a challenge. What did I do? I cheated. Since he was lying on the carpet, I searched for any strands that had a resemblance to grey hairs! Of course I had to do it very discreetly. I combined that with his actual grey hairs that I found and walllahh.... I got the 20 grey hairs in a span of 10 minutes! He was so amazed!! Or maybe shocked that I could actually find 20 grey hairs! Jahat la I..Poor Daddy...

Back then I thought what’s the big deal about grey hairs anyway? Why don’t we just let it grow? I didn’t understand it then but now I do...after having a few grey hairs of my own, that is. I had like one or two before but ignored it thinking my hair must have got damaged because I got it highlighted early last year. I took it out anyway because no way would I let people see me with grey hairs! (Am obviously a vain person..hihi). But last weekend I just totally freaked out! While combing my hair, I saw a grey hair and since it was out of reach, I asked my maid to take it out. When she pulled it, she saw another one, then another one and another until in total she took about 10 grey hairs! And all in one go?? I nearly had a heart attack (not that I really know what that feels like). I’m still in my early 30s and I have 10 grey hairs??!! Sob..sob. I know my birthday is coming up but is this like a big reminder that I’m getting old?? Whats the normal age to get grey hairs anyway?

Told my mum on Sunday and she said "Nooo...don’t take it out. More will grow!". But how come she didn’t tell my dad off back then? People have been telling me this but I’m not sure if its true. Could it just be an old wives tale? Tell me guys...show me facts, show me statistics..I mean, is it scientifically proven?

Different people show different reaction towards grey hairs. Depends what age they are la, of course. Some just yank it out, some would dye their hair and some couldn’t care less. I guess I understand now what my dad felt all those years. People equate grey hairs to being old. Maybe we didn’t want to look old..just yet. In some bizzare way, it was also a bonding session for us. The ‘alone’ time was used to catch up on stuffs, talk about school etc. Anyway Daddy, thanks for the memories. Even though it was kind of a ‘torture’ but I wouldn’t change that memory for the world......