Wedding bells! Loud and clear… so loud in fact, that I was just thinking of Miss E over the weekend and how we would most likely have another CLC gal hitched this year Oh, how nice to be right!
Tueday’s inbox brought the good news that she had accepted her bf’s proposal while in Bali on Sunday. Sigh… how romantic. Something tells me that this will be a wedding not to be missed and one that I would have to prepare for. High-fashion will rule the day. Best start searching for a couple of lovely frocks to drape myself in. For right now, am liking these from Ms Lhuillier.
Oh dear, as it turns out, the roti and the mee mamak consumed a few days ago didn’t work out for both our tummies. We had what could be termed as detox by default. Haha. When we put our heads together to figure what could possibly be the common denominator in our different lunches, she said it must be eggs. Hmm… dear kaling diner, why you use rotten eggs ha?
Thankfully, I recovered much better than my dear friend B. She had the fever and all. Poor lass is still recovering with wind in her tummy. Get better soon, B.
When people tell you size doesn’t matter, don’t believe them. If it didn’t matter, why are we so conscious about hiding our private fats? You know what I mean – the love-handles, gravity-challenged bottoms, cellulite-infested thighs. The list could go on.
Rosie O’Donnell was on the Rachel Ray show this morning (Channel 107, 11am weekdays on Astro) trying to convince Rachel that her size 6 is perfect. Rosie was having a go at Rachel for hiding her body with baggy clothes but Rachel insisted private fats should stay private. Haha, I am soooo with you Rachel Ray!
Case in point: the first time I lived in the US, I was a petite size 2. The second time I lived there, 3 years later, I moved up to a size 4. When I went back 3 years ago, the number went up again. Sigh. Size matters. No matter how hard we try not to let it.
Normally, I skip breakfast. Bad habit, I know. Not good for my body, yup, I know that too. I just am weird about not being able to digest the usual breakfast array of cereals, breads or anything remotely Western-ish. Give me an Asian dish and my tummy and me will get along just fine.
So today, I had 8 homemade wontons delicately coated with a mixture of soy sauce, sesame oil and white pepper diluted by a spoonful of the soup it was boiled in. Yumm, especially with the chopped cilantro sprinkled over. Too yumm and I was too hungry, so no pic. Sorry. Will try not to let my greedy senses overtake my blogging ones
Anyway, because I was farting around with my so-called burst of inspiration for an article, I didn’t get round to making and having my wontons till 10ish. Not so great when one has a lunch appointment at 12.15, hah!
Nevertheless, I still managed to scoff down most of a plain ol’ roti telur with a side dip of chicken curry gravy. Sometimes, we just have to let ourselves be won over by the simplicity and satisfaction of simple things. Like roti.
The friend had mee mamak. I never could understand how anyone could eat mushy, sticky, neon-coloured noodles that has the added cardbo of diced potatoes. Mmmm, not!
First came rain, then came floods, then came slipping and falling but thankfully no blood!
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I keep rhyming things in my head lately. Maybe that’s not such a bad ‘wrong’ might as well enjoy it while the neurons in that particular part of my brain is sparking bright.
Yup, the rain and floods loved our lil ol country. And it’s made me look really clumsy twice in 7 days. First, I slipped on some mud between my sisters’ homes and almost ruined my nice princess dress for CNY. Then exactly 7 days later, I slipped and sprained my ankle while having dinner at a new diner in town. This 2nd fall was much more dramatic. I saw myself in slow motion. Kinda like they do on this show. But maybe not as such slow speeds as their experiments. It sure wasn’t slow enough for me to figure out why I’m a hobbling tapestry of bruises in the oddest places
Well, at least all that rain makes us appreciate the usually sunny weather we have year-round. Today, is a beautiful sunny day.
** cue Sesame Street theme song:
Sunny days
sweeping the
clouds away …. **
This joke showed up in my inbox recently and I thought it was quite funny. Even if I am now a TV and not a HP(handphone) :S So to my single girlfriends out there, better stay a HP as long as you can reap the benefits!
Differences between “Wife” &”Girlfriend”
Some people say:
Wife is a HARIMAU (tigress) ……………
Girlfriend is HARI HARI MAU (everyday want)
And some say:
Wife is like TV, Girlfriend is like Handphone (HP)
At home watch TV, Go out bring HP.
No money, sell TV. Got money change HP.
Sometimes enjoy TV but most of the time play with HP.
TV free for life but HP, if you don’t pay, the services will be terminated.
TV is big, bulky and most of the time old but HP, is cute, slim, curvy and very portable at any time.
Operational cost for TV is often acceptable but for HP is high and often demanding.
Most Important, TV got remote but HP doesn’t have.
Last but not least…….
TV do not have virus but HP have VIRUS……
Once get it, HABIS LAH.
Oh, how nice to be right!
