It's been raining incessantly in Melaka. Was on my way to the weekly badminton game, and managed to catch this. Is it true there's a pot of gold at the base of the rainbow? (If it's true, why bother learning physics rite?)
Love it. It's nature's way of telling us to keep going. You'll always see it in front of you, forever beckoning.
Does this look cool or what?
It's my bedsheet! I've got Harry Potter prints for my bed.
Best part of it, the sheet costs RM215, and I paid RM69.
Now that's cheap.
Saturday night.
Including tonight,I believe I've not stayed over in Melaka for more than 5 Saturdays, since I got here 3 years ago!
My other half's attending a wedding dinner (almost every restaurants and hotels are booked for receptions).
Speaking of which, Business 101, where there's demand, there's profit to gain. I've been negotiating with hotels for their function hall, and they had the gall to hold stern the offer on the table. Every little request an excuse for more charges. I'd sure like to see their faces when school restarts and the wedding season is over. Hah!
Anyway, I'm seated at Friend's Cafe. One of my favourite hangout here. They play nice hitz, a little funky, but not loud. Besides, the food selection is pretty decent, and the drinks generous.
PC would know the place. She finished an American burger all by herself here! Had a strange drink called CoCoke Milk. Ask PC how's it.
One of the highlights of this place, is a really cool mirrored-wall, with much wise sayings written all over it.
That's me in the mirror Literally!
Some highlights "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail -Ralph Waldo Emerson-"
Ahh.. my dinner's here. Till next.
Dusk.
The strangest of hour in a day. Have you ever felt lonely in any part of a day?
I have. Dusk is my bane. Very often, when nightfall comes along, usually sevenish, just as it's about to get dark...
This strange sense of loss is often felt. Not belonging. Lost.
Perhaps this is a manifestation of the earlier years? A loss of daylight, the end of fun time. Dreading nightfall when the day is almost over. Another day gone by.
Our weekend dinner, me pa, ma, sis, her other half, my other half and myself. We four teamed up to get together an Italian fest.
On the table were Meatball spaghetti, carbonarra fettucine, vegetarian pizza, spicy chicken pizza, antipesto, and garlic bread. All these were washed down with a 12 year old Suntori whiskey, Penfolds Bin 389 Shiraz, a Korean ginseng soaked in KouLeiSum for 12 months. Dessert was Bombe Alaska.
Phew... all those for 6. Needless to say, I'm now tipsy, filled to the brim, and slowy slipping into stupor of a glutton.
But, the fun of what we did together, putting up a dinner that we're so proud of. The chaos and confusion certainly added to the fun.
Tonight, I'm getting a real good sleep. Will be out like a baby. Tomorrow's a peaceful weekend for us. Not for JD though. It's time to give him his haircut. Snip! Snip! Snip!
PC! PC! I got into the same, unfortunate situation. Earlier, I got rammed from behind at the on-ramp near Summit, USJ.
The Culprit!
The Iswara's wheels got locked when he emergency-braked. I heard the tyres screech, looked behind and saw him fast approaching, then looked forward to see if I had room to move forward without hitting the Toyota Unser in front of me.
My Misery...
Unfortunately (aren't they all), there wasn't room. So it was simply reflex to step on the brakes hard, and hope the Iswara won't push me under the Unser.
Looks like I gotto pay a visit to the traffic cops tomorrow and get this sorted out. Definitely am going to claim his Insurance for this. Sheesh... so troublesome...
It's my dad's birthday weekend. To make it special, Lindy and I are going to make dad a very unique dinner. Fusion of chinese and continental.
We'll be making fried drummets marinated in fermented sauce (known as "lam yee"). Greens will be minced pork, chicken and shrimps, wrapped in cabbage and steamed. Third dish is fried potatoes slices, dressed with sweet and sour sauce. Lastly, there's an egg and tofu combo, pan fried till golden brown. Ahh, how much more fusion can you get...
We even got dad a very chic looking tee-shirt from John Masters.
Happy birthday, dad!
