Domestic Goddess?

As we didn't make it to the restaurant, I decided to make a dish from the Asian cookbook that my friends in KL bought me as a leaving gift. I came across it yesterday when having a massive purging session, throwing out old stuff from KL that was just silly to keep - yes, even down to my old Fitness First card and business cards - no point holding onto idol crap.

So I cooked Pork in peanut sauce! It was amazing, so fun to cook from scratch with Chinese spices (all found in Budgens - amazing!) the ingredients cost £10 in all and the meal was totally awesome - Mada had the job of cutting up the veggies and me the meat and making the marinade and cooking the whole lot. I was so proud of my first attempt to cook Malaysian (style) food and so we've decided to write in the book with every dish we cook giving it a rating out of 10 and how we can improve the taste for next time :o)

Looking forward to cooking together in our own home together, we're getting there, second mortgage assessment just around the corner, then (fingers crossed) it will be a decent borrowing amount and we can start looking at houses in REAL LIFE as opposed to browsing on line.

Malaysian Food O'Clock

Mada, me and 2 of our friends were supposed to be going to this restaurant last night but we had to cancel because something came up for our friends.

It specialises in Malaysian cuisine and all the dishes look amazing! Can't believe I hadn't discovered it sooner and it's right on our doorstep (well, about 30 mins drive from home, but still!) looks lush!

http://www.matahariguildford.co.uk/

Bbbbrrrrr!!

I nearly froze to death at the train station this morning, I thought the tip of my tippy-toes, fingers and nose may just fall off!!

Time to purchase some thermals and make it fashion!!

That, or just stop wearing ridiculously short dresses to work. Hum.

Recycle Mania. Remania.

Our small village of Lightwater has finally joined the 21st Century and we are now officially recycling.

Yesterday I was bombarded with information from my Step Dad who tried to explain to me where all our different bins are kept and what goes in which. My small little brain heard this:

"Bla bla bla... bin... bla bla bla... paper... bla".

You'd think it was simple but quite frankly, I don't think it is.

Firstly I asked him where our wasted food now goes, seeing as he has changed our usual bin which we use to dump all the kitchen waste into, into a "Recycle Only" bin which he has kindly stuck a note on marked accordingly, should we (I) forget. He turned to me in a straight forward manner and said, we don't waste food in this house. Um....

Well yes, OK, you ARE a human dustbin but surely there will be some food remains.. where do these go I pondered as I walked off aimlessly.

Whilst going about my day my first query was, where do I put my banana skin and strawberry leafy bits after I made my breakfast?? Currently they sit on the chopping board by the sink. Maybe they are biodegradable?? Was that what he meant? Or does he just want to eat them - CAN you eat banana skins?? Oh the questions in my mind.

Then as I got dressed for the day, I tossed a make up remover pad into my bin in the bathroom, I had to ponder over some of the most gross recyclable objects.

Where on earth do I put used condoms? eeeuuuwwwh. I don't wanna put them just EXPOSED and in the wrong bin for heaven's sake! Usually they get wrapped up tight in a tissue and binned, but heck, we can't mix paper and latex! Surely not! Where for art thou used condom?? And do we put the foil packet in a separate bin for all and sundry to know that we do indeed use, "Pleasuremax" for that "Extra pleasure"??

Holy crap. Perhaps I should write to the local government and ask them.

My banana skin is still on the chopping board. Along with the strawberry leafy bits.

Another day... another application

OK, OK, you'll be pleased to know I think I have snapped out of my state of utter depression and desperation after actually talking to my boyfriend. Dam him and his "you never tell me how you're feeling" bollocks. He is right, when you talk, you feel better about how you feel, why is he always right? Bah!

Whilst still waiting to hear back from OA and receiving the official rejection from MAWF (story of my life) I have applied for a job as a sales co-ordinator with a local radio station. Who would have thought that I'd even consider going full circle and going back to my roots?

Imagine if this worked out... no I mustn't let my mind wonder, but I do have a good feeling, then again I seem to say that about every job.. but this one... ooooh I dunno, something feels good about it. Lets hope and continue to pray.

TGIF. Time to spend hours of fun with family and friends!

See ya next week, I'll try and think of something interesting to write about other than just my life. As appealing as it is, I'm sure.

Need to sort my life out

It's the start of a new week and no word from MAWF. I wait with baited breath.

This week I have given myself the target of signing up and registering my CV etc with more recruitment agencies. Currently I follow three but I know at least half a dozen more I can sign with.

I'm going to set myself a daily agenda of sites to search through and jobs to apply for. Have GOT to get a job... it's nearly September.

I have my Sister's birthday, my Gran's 90th and the boyfriend's birthday coming up and I want to make a special effort for all three, and sometimes effort = spending money.

The weekend was awesome. No, I retract that, Saturday night/ Sunday morning was awesome. A bunch of us went clubbing in Kingston and my god did we have fun, can't wait to see some pics. As the rentals were away, Mada stayed over and for the first time ever, we had the whole place to ourselves and so laid in bed for yonks and then i made us a big fat brekkie. Was perfect and so nice to be properly alone and not worry about the rest of our families being here or there.

I have made a promise to myself that once I start work, I'm giving myself 3 months and then I'm going to start looking into buying a place. *Smiles* I hope I'll be buying it with someone... we've talked about it quite a bit and the way things are going, I hope that 2010 will be a great year after this... interesting year.

Santa Claus is coming to town!

I would just like to inform you that my shipment from KL arrives today between 12 and 4pm and I cannot express in words HOW excited I am! After a great run with my sister yesterday and despite yet another rejection for a job (sob) knowing that my worldly possessions arrive today has given me something to be excited about - I can't wait... my beautiful MAC, my amazing books, my beautiful photos, my art work made just for me, my clothes, my shoes and shoes and shoes! My laps, my juke box! Ooooh! :)

Stuck in Limbo

Oh what a week. This week I would say I have been pretty much unbearable to be around. My positive happy attitude went AWOL and my emotions went from wonderfully and blissfully happy to i-hate-you-fuck-off minute by minute.

I just wrote a whole blog entry and deleted with the click of a button, my writing sucks today, head still isn't in the right place to write coherently.

Perhaps it was the shoulder I cried on last night, perhaps sometimes crying releases more emotions than writing. Just occasionally.

I was worried I'd lost a part of me but perhaps I haven't lost it, perhaps I'm just sharing it with someone for the first time in a long while.

I'm writing bullshit today. My general wonderingments are all askew.

Gimmie a few days. I'll be back.

Spooning Leads To Forking

Are you the Big Spoon, or, the Little Spoon? Do you even know what I am talking about? Well for those of you who don't, I shall explain.

When lying in bed, together, cuddling up, it is inevitable at one time, that one partner shall have their back to the others front and they shall lie in a "spoon" like position.

As you can see in the picture below, one spoon shall always take the position of the "big" spoon and the other, as the "little" spoon. The big spoon cups the little spoon just like a draw of regular spoons, plastic or china, it don't matter.



As tradition would have it, a woman should always feel safe and secure wrapped up in her man's arms and therefore technically, the man should be the Big Spoon and the lady, well, she is the Little Spoon. The women feels loved, cherished and safe, she has her big man's, strong arms around her and she is nestled snuggly within them.

But what if suddenly the woman became the big spoon? Well the other day, I was accused of being the big spoon, would you believe it! Whilst being truly mortified I had to of course try and justify why i happened to be the "big spoon" that morning, and well, it was simply because HE had rolled over due to the light of the morning coming in through the blinds and I still wanted to cuddle up. so i technically spooned him.

I don't particularly mind cuddling up TO my man, but of course being prefer being cuddled BY him but how DARE you call ME the big spoon! For the love of God, surely you realise the connotations that are involved in calling me the BIG spoon, don't you?

Not only did i feel like a loser, but i suddenly felt like the man in the relationship which is ironic because my man is built like a brick shit house and I'm a tiny little woman... how on earth could i be labelled as the big spoon.

Boys, for the record, always spoon your lady, don't let her spoon you. And remember, most importantly, spooning almost always leads to forking and that can't be done if she is spooning you now, can it...?

My New Car

Pictures below of my new car - a Mini One.

I have named her "Tizzicar" or, Tizzi, for short :)

Would you lie to your Mother?

What sort of relationship do you have with your Mother?

I think there are two categories. There's the "Mother & Daughter" relationship and there is the "Friends" relationship. Some people have said that when they reached their late teens/ early 20's they moved out of home and suddenly found that their once "Mother" was now their "best friend".

I do at times wish I had this relationship with my own Mother but alas, I do not. I have the good old fashioned Mother & Daughter relationship and today this was truly evident.

Whilst "fooling around" with The Boy, we, *ahem* inadvertently ripped my duvet cover. Don't ask me how, one minute we were *ahem* and the next, we had ripped the seam of the cover and made a gaping, unrepairable hole of about 2 foot. Shit.

In a complete kerfuffle, after he had left and knowing my Mother was due home any minute, I tried to think of a way of explaining how this unfortunate event had taken place. There was no way I could simply hide it - I've just had my whole room redecorated (in celebration of the grand return home, bless) and well, no, I couldn't get away with it. This cover cost £50 of my Mother's hard earned money - yikes. I felt like a 13 year old girl, all over again. Oh the shame of it.

As she came through the door I busied myself with making some lunch and her a cup of tea (ease her into it). Whilst my back was turned I harped on about my day and then just said "You'll never guess what i did in my sleep last night..." She frowned... "I must have been sleeping really restlessly and somehow (tried best to pull a confused face which I have perfected over the years) ripped my bed sheet..."

Dubiously she headed upstairs to look at the evidence and I made a joke about being worried she was going to "tell me off" (hoho) and she said, "well it wasn't your fault, I thought you were going to tell me you'd been fooling around with The Boy in it" *CRINGE*. I yelled some profanities in embarrassment. Surely that was enough to give me away?

Immediately, in her, straight-to-the-point-manner, she was on the phone to Next making a complaint over the quality of the workmanship and within an hour, we'd been down to our local branch and exchanged for a brand new cover. Hilarious.

A part of me wished that I could have just said "Cor, i was having a right steamy sess over lunch today and ripped my duvet cover"... that would have been the "Best Friend" relationship, but for the foreseeable future, I think we'll keep it with "what a restless sleep".

What would you have done? ;)

Dance like Cheryl Cole

Have you got that Boom Boom POW? or are you a HEARTBREAKER?

Last night my Sister and I went to our first dance class at StreetDanceUK in Reading (I think, I need to double confirm with her) and it was awesome.

The class costs £4.50 and is 1 hour (although with warm up/ cool down you're looking at 45mins max). There were only 4 of us (including ourselves) that attended the class and we were walked through a routine to, my current fdavourite tune, Boom Boom Pow, by the Black Eyed Peas.

The pace was good, the teacher was thorough, friendly and although a great dancer, not intimidating. We had a blast. Of course, we only learnt about 30 seconds worth of the routine, but these steps are fast moving and take time and practice to get it right.

I was pleasently surpised with how well I managed the moves, most of which were odd body pops and shapes which i tend to throw on the dance floor anyway (Bombie can vouch for that, hehe).

Halfway through my Sister turned to me and said, I don't feel like I'm getting the sexiness of it - I told her to untie her hair, even if you can't get the steps right, throwing your sexy long hair about and popping your hips looks pretty hawt anyway.

Am TOTALLY going next week, another hobby added to the list.

Untidy Garden

Why is it so hard to get a Brazilian wax in this country, or more specifically, Surrey? Is everyone too prim and proper to go full frontal :P

I decided last week it was about time I had a tidy up and after searching around for a beauty salon that will wax me bare, Budunc recommended a place called Truly Scrumptious in Farnborough.

I managed to speak with them today but they were fully booked until the end of NEXT WEEK - how insane is that? At least it shows they must be doing something right!

Well anyway, I called my local beauticians up who, as it turns out, do "Brazilian" waxing but i don't think they do the *ahem* sensitive areas... but we'll see, I'm going later today.

Seriously, don't people like to maintain a good appearance? Dear God. I pity the fool who goes near one.

You've been Tangoed?

My sister is training to be a beautician and got her qualification up in London today to perform "Fake Bake". Some how, I have been "volunteered" as her first "practice" client on Saturday.

Whilst I don't really mind (it's my Sister, you do these things for them) I am kinda still nicely tanned from Vietnam and well, if things go wrong, I could be looking rather, um, orange.

Oh well, it only lasts a week and it's safer than getting skin cancer... I guess.

:)

A Mouse with a Cat Problem

This is what everybody is laughing over in the UK lately. It's so dam funny. It's a programme on E4 (but I've only seen it on youtube so far...)




Try searching "fonejacker" for more funnies from the same programme :)

Oh those Chavs...

ButDunc and i went down The Quays in Mytchett on Tuesday night. Man I love that place. A pub, right out on the lake, the sun was pouring down on us whilst we gossiped for hours about love and life.

As it got late we had cravings for McDonald's Chocolate Fudge Sundaes but as they don't sell them in Blighty (and why the fuck not??) we went to get McFlurries instead (which are nice but NOTHING in comparison).

As we drove up to the second drive-through (as the first had run out - wtf?) I suggested we just ate in the car as we were listening to some good music and were comfy - hoho! But to my horror the car park was absolutely FULL of chavs!!

Chavs of all shapes and sizes, smoking, drinking cider out of a bottle, throwing McDonald's wrappers EVERYWHERE, jumping on one another cars, swearing... I screamed at Butdunc to close the goddammutherfunky windows and lock the doors - I'm so scared of them! haha.

In the end we decided to drive to the Homebase Car park (which was empty) and eat our delicious ice creams in peace, chav free.

For Malaysians who do not know what chavs are, please find the following reference:

Something smells funny

I was sitting in my garden just the other day and suddenly got a wiff of sperm. I kinda frowned and wondered where on earth it was coming from (pardon the pun). It was weird it was definitely a jizz like smell, and it was strong.

Later in the day I met with Mada and as we walked down the street he said "Cor, can you smell the cum tree?" and i yelped out "So I'm not imagining it! The air DOES smell of JIZZ!"

Apparently there are these trees growing in our village that, in the summer or high humidity (if you can call England humid) let off a scent, much like the smell of sperm. I googled it this morning and found some various on line explanations...

From what i read, it is the Chestnut Tree that produces a liquid in the summer that releases this interesting fragrance. There is also reference to a tree called the Bradford Pear tree found commonly on the West Coast of America that smells as equally as funky.

How bizarre and slightly unpleasant.

One White Glove

OMG, i can't believe Michael Jackson died last night. Gutted.

Strangely enough, I was clearing out my wardrobe (before my Mother really lost the plot at me!) and came across my Michael Jackson Tshirt that I wore to his HIStory concert many moons ago (when was it, 1995??). I yelled out to the rentals "I've found my Michael Jackson Tshirt - I'm SO wearing it to his concert!" holding it up and chuckling to myself, I couldn't believe i use to wear this tshirt out and about, my walls were once smothered in his posters and there was always an MJ tune blaring out of my stereo.

My Step Dad yelled back from downstairs "Well, that's if he turns up for the concerts!". I yelled some jokey profanities down the stairs such as "Don't diss the King, man!" and smiled as i folded up the tshirt and put it in my draw.. a part of me had some doubt that the concert(s) would happen but thought nothing more of it.

Later in the evening ButDunc text me saying that it didn't look like we'd be seeing Michael - I switched on the news and the breaking headlines was that he had been admitted to hospital following a heart attack - gasp! Perhaps a publicity stunt? Or a severe case of indigestion??? I could only hope.

As i crawled into bed later that night i got a text from my sister "Michael Jackson dead? WTF??" and then a call from Mada straight after, checking I knew - everyone knows the avid fan i am... I couldn't believe it. I kept telling him how upset i was and I could almost here Mada smiling as he started singing "Billie Jean" (my favourite) to cheer me up in his "Michael Jackson" voice. Stupid boy!!

Eventually i told him i wanted to get out of bed and watch the news. Some said he was in a coma, others dead. Eventually it was confirmed, he had died of a heart attack :(

A few of my friends text, equally as shocked, funnily enough - EVERYBODY's FB status was about MJ dying and of course this morning as i woke, most channels were covering his story.

Funny how just a year ago every channel was calling him a paedophile and now they all refer to him as "A legend". Well, whatever they say, I bloody loved him and his music and am totally gutted that he is gone, at the age of 50.

One day I'll be playing his music to my kids and telling them all about the pop icon who was once black and turned white and how he was my favourite performer of all time.. RIP Mr Jackson. You rock(ed) my world!

xxx

(See entry dated: March 11th 2009 - Moonwalking on air)

Automatic V's Manual

Should you decide to drive a manual car in England, having driven an automatic for 2 years in Malaysia, please note the following:

- Your car most probably will not have a reverse sensor - watch out for walls and other cars when parking (this is what your mirrors are for).
- You will require "clutch control" failure to do so will result in the car stalling. Most likely when you're at traffic lights and there is traffic behind you.
- Your left foot will ache from abnormal ankle action and foot pressure (see point above re clutch control).
- If someone "gives way" they are simply being "nice". Acknowledge them with a brief wave/ head bob/ smile/ flash of lights
- Don't UNDER take.
- Keep to the speed limit. There ARE speed cameras in England.
- There is no aircon inside a car (or house for that matter). Open the window for ventilation (note to self, tie up hair).
- Don't use your horn, ever.
- Give WAY to pedestrians. Everywhere.
- Actually stop at Zebra Crossings.
- Don't jump red red/ yellow lights.

Please note that this advice comes purely from my thoughts and opinions and does not reflect any of my personal driving capabilities/ incidents/ discoveries since driving a manual car for 2 days.

Physcho Woman

She told me her family are against her, that there is a strange man living with her family and turning them all against her. She feels like they all hate her. That this man has been casting spells on her for all her days. She got very ill and didn't recover. She was violently ill.

Then i got told that she saw a "traditional" doctor who "exorcised" her and she threw up stones, shards of glass and broken needles.

They told her there is a psychiatric condition called Pica. She screamed at them.

She believes an evil spirit has invoked her body. She travels to Mecca to confess her sins and set her soul free.