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28 February 2008

Dreams...dreams, dreams, dreams
Last night I was teasing a friend who seems to be so engrossed with work…although it was 10pm at night. While having a hot cuppa the tarik last nite, she’d check her emails, her messages on her Blackberry. I was like… "chill girl…dah malam dah ni…esok je la buat kerja". I used to be like that too…2 years ago. And now it’s all history. I used to dream about work almost every night. I used to be a workaholic. I would remember what I had to do the next day, what were still outstanding. It's like, I'm constantly thinking even when I was asleep…so in short…I rarely had a beauty sleep…until I changed jobs.

Then last night, unknowingly, I dreamt about work! I woke up at 4am and the first thing that came to my mind was that song from Shampoo back in the 90s... "Uh-oh I'm in trouble, something's come along and it burst our bubble". I quickly took my small notebook to write the stuff that I dreamt about. Mostly the important discussion points that I need to tell my boss when I reach the office. And it was the first time that I couldn’t wait for the morning to come.

Crazy! My nightmare is back…

But despite of anxiously waiting for the morning to come, I still overslept and still came in late. Sigh. Old habits die hard.

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silent reverie 12:36 PM
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27 February 2008

The Waroeng Penyet Visit & My Very Own Home Cook Meals
Ahh finally I made my way to Waroeng Penyet at The Curve last night. I learned about the existence of Waroeng Penyet at The Curve a few months back but I never actually went there to eat. But after I found out that they serve the Avocado Juice with chocolate syrup that I’ve been craving about, I dragged him along with me to The Curve.

I first tried an ayam penyet meal when I was posted in Singapore last year. Yes, they do have Waroeng Penyet in Singapore ( I think there’s one in Lucky Plaza and the other one is at Beach Road – well those were the 2 places that I went at least), but the ayam penyet meal I like most is the one at Changi Village. The sambal had more ‘kick’ and instead of serving white rice with the chicken, they actually served the chicken rice (light yellow rice) with the ayam penyet. And the soup was free…unlike in Waroeng Penyet, you have to order a soup separately…and rice separately.

But nevertheless, the ayam penyet meal in Waroeng Penyet was also not disappointing. But what I enjoyed most was the avocado juice or juice alpukat they call it. At least I don’t have to go all the way to Bali to complete my craving list. Tee hee.

Here are the pictures of our meal last nite.

Ayam Penyet. It means Flattened Chicken. The chicken is flattened (with a roller I think), before frying. It makes the chicken meat more crispy and tender - so they say. The sambal was quite hot and when I read the newspaper extract on their glass window, it says "Cilinya Menendang" which means "the sambal kicks" or something like that.

Bakso (beefballs) Penyet, but it wasn't really flattened the way I see it.

Sup Buntut (Oxtail Soup).

Ahhh the cool refreshing jus alpukat or in other words, the avocado juice.
Below are pictures of the dishes that I cooked last Friday. Initially I wanted to cook ayam masak lemak cili api, but I later changed it to Chicken Curry + Potatoes.

Before...
(L-R clockwise): raw chicken, lady's fingers, potatoes, boiled eggs.


And the end product... chicken curry with potatoes. It turned out to be quite tasty actually. Hahah...or maybe he said that to make me feel better. But it did taste good lah.

The Sambal Tumis Telur. And this taste good too. Hehehe.

Chilli fried lady's fingers.
So...doesn't look too bad kan... whatever it is, no one got food poisoning, everyone was full and we all had a good night sleep then.

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silent reverie 1:49 PM
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22 February 2008

can i cook?
Today, I'm leaving work early because...I want to cook! Hahahah. I haven't been frying/cooking anything in my kitchen since the last 5 months. So we've been eating out since the last 5 months until we finally got sick to think "what shall we eat tonight". Actually to be honest, for the last 1 year since I've been married, I've only cooked 5 times. Terrible terrible.

I'm not a good cook really...but at least I make an attempt to try to cook. MIL and my bro-in-law actually gave me recipe books on my birthday last year! And today, I shall dig back the recipe books to see what I shall cook today.

So far, I what I have in mind:
- Ayam masak lemak cili api
- Sambal tumis telur
- Simple vege - hmmm what vege suits with the 2 above dishes?

Ok hopefully everything turns out well.

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silent reverie 12:20 PM
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20 February 2008

random thoughts in 10 minutes
Been trying really hard to concentrate in coming up with the whole Talent Management framework but I’m losing my concentration very easily and becoming very forgetful these days. I can’t sit for too long, my legs occasionally get cramps even when I’m sleeping, I pee more than 20 times in a day, I have no comfortable shoes to wear, I worry if I don’t feed myself, I forget what I want to do, and I always forget to take the supplements! But other than that, I like the feeling of the little one kicking me. It kinda tingles…it feels like…the little one is doing an acrobatic show inside the sack. The little one kicks when it’s time to eat, and the little one also kicks when I’ve eaten too much. Maybe it’s a way to communicate to say “hey I’m hungry, so please eat something” or “hey I’m full, stop swallowing food down your throat already”.

I have a sudden craving for Nasi Kandar…with the telur sotong. But I can’t find any nasi kandar shop that sells the telur sotong here in KL. Only could be found in Penang. If there is any nasi kandar shop in KL that sells the telur sotong, please let me know. Here are my other must-haves-and-cravings for the time being:
- Ayam kampung and that gulai Kelantan at Kedai Tuan Faridah @ Puchong
- Tomato soup @ TGIF
- Loh She Fun @ Murni SS2
- Ikan Bakar behind Istana Negara
- Onion loaf and their famous rib-eye steak @ Tony Roma’s
- Assam Fish Head @ the kopitiam in Damansara Uptown (I think it’s called Village Park)
- Fish briyani (unfortunately the only one that tasted good was the one I found at Bangkok near Sukhumvit area)
- Avocado juice with chocolate syrup (tried it in Bali and couldn’t find it anywhere else)
- Mashed potato @ Chilis
- The original Char Kuey Teow @ Subang Ria Kelana Jaya (which I heard the original stall has moved to Jamal on the other end of the row of shops)
- Nasi kukus with lauk kampung @ Amer Kelantan near my office
There are more but can’t remember…

Was having lunch with colleagues just now and they were mentioning about this Fish Spa place in Pavilion. My first reaction was…is that a spa place for pets or humans? Apparently the Fish Spa in Pavilion is for humans and instead of the normal masseuse giving you a foot massage, they use fish for the foot massage. They use fish that is called Gafurafa (or something that sounds like that but I’m sure it’s not Garoupa) to nibble on your feet eating away all your dead skin cells. I raised my eyebrow and I found myself imagining a group of fish attacking my feet like the piranha fish in that movie – whatever it’s called la…Piranha or something. They say that for half an hour massage, it’s RM 38. ok cheap…but since I’m ticklish and I’m afraid of any animals (even pets – and yes that includes fish), I guess I’m just gonna pass that idea of having a fish foot spa. So check it out…just google it.

OK need to get back to the Talent Management framework. Boring.

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18 February 2008

The 30,000km ride
I’m selling off my car…and I never knew I’d be this sad. I’ve had the car for 2 years. Its only done 30,000km so far – which is rather good for a 2 year old car. The car is still in a good shape, it has never given me any problems (except for that one time where something from the bumper fell off and I drove along Jln TAR with something tangling out from the bumper all the way back to PJ). Oh and the car has a slight scratch maybe 10-15cm long on the right side of the back door…thanks to hubby cause he accidentally knocked onto a road-side Ramly burger stall. Kesian abang burger tu…habis tergolek meja burger dia.

Although I’m getting my new ride soon, but I’m quite sad to let go of the old one. It has a sentimental value for me coz it was like the first thing ever (in the range of thousands RM) that I bought with my own money. I remembered I used up my 3 months bonus and some savings to pay up for the down payment 2 years ago. It’s not a fancy car really, just an adequate vehicle to take me around wherever I needed to go.

I didn’t have a name for that car. Maybe I should have named it. Anyway…you did great. Take care.

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silent reverie 5:47 PM
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14 February 2008


I haven’t been blogging lately simply because I didn’t have the mood, I didn’t have anything to tell (actually there are some, but it’s mostly dry and lame). But today, I feel composed to write. Maybe it’s about time to write on something – even though I know it will probably ended up being a dry entry.

Life. Do you always get according to the way you’ve planned it? Or at least wanted it to be? Life works in mysterious ways don’t you think? You work towards something, but you get something else – sometimes it exceeds your expectations, sometimes it falls short. If it is the former, you’ll be struck with joy, if it is the latter, you’ll sulk. Life too is quite unpredictable. Quoting from a friend’s note… “Life is like a baseball game. You’ll never know when life is gonna throw you something unexpected.” It’s like you can’t always hope for the pitcher to throw the predictable ball. If you hit it right, it’s your game…if it’s a strike, you lose. Try again.

I need a homerun.

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silent reverie 5:11 PM
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