c*devotchka

having my Cake, eating it – and not counting every last calorie

hit schmits from this week April 5, 2008

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“hey! this is what i like to step on!”

– the husband, on the escargot i was about to devour

sampai masuk dalam-dalam, sial!” (… until all the way inside!)

– the husband, on the lady sitting beside me in the train – who was cleaning out her nasal cavity with the long nail on her pinkie finger, looking very, very, very, satisfied

“NEVER? NEVER? come, next week, i’ll give you a history lesson at Labrador Park”

– the granduncle, amazed that a Singaporean has never been to Labrador Park. this is the same granduncle who insisted on bringing me to Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve so i can shed my jakun skin

“this is not for a part-time degree…”

– the lecturer, insinuating that all the t-test scores we’ve been working on (by hand) are for nought

“i will not fly with faulty instruments”

– the boss, frustrated in a 4-hr long meeting

“somebody kill me please”

– me, singing aloud to the tune of Adam Sandler’s “Somebody Kill Me Please” in the office on Thursday when it became apparent my 2 hands were not enough for everything falling into my lap

“NOOOOOO! I DONCH WAAAAAAAAANT!”

– me, to Ravi, when he tried to smack me out of a delicious evening nap so i could finish my essay on time and submit before the deadline. i didn’t.

“can’t you fucking drown somewhere else?”

– me, to the dead ant in my glass of water

and that’s when i knew, i really need a bloody break.

 

still on earth August 21, 2007

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it’s been a whirlwind of events these past few weeks. Ravi and myself have never been on such a long holiday before (save for the entire year i’ve spent doing nothing at home). i can’t say we’re not getting used to it. we could do this forever if not for the shrinking gold pot.

in Jordan and Egypt, i pigged out and worked most of it off everyday.

in Singapore and KL, we pigged out and worked at pigging out at our next meal.

we’re now back in Dubai and sorting things out. we’re in an internet cafe opposite a friend’s place. apart from surfing the net, i’m choking to death on the smokeatherapy in this place. obviously not everybody takes the indoor smoking ban seriously. i’m almost afraid to inhale but last i checked, evolution of man had not prepared for such an occasion and i can’t hold my breath for the entire AED5/hour stretch.

Cheap Internet! Smoke Filters and Lung X-rays not included! Surf at your own risk!

gonna head out of here for some summer supper at Ravi Restaurant in Satwa. aaah, meat grill, here we come.

 

oh, i could worship the kitties July 24, 2007

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i really thought we were going to die today.

usually, i enjoy turbulence – quite like a rollercoaster ride – but today, i found that the shaking, vibrating and thick, blinding, opaque clouds (instead of the usual clear view of Changi) of the Dubai-Singapore flight we experienced wasn’t exactly fun.

when we landed with a hard thud, i sighed, “i get to buy my mee goreng.”

a home cooked meal, (steaming hot, fragrant white rice with sambal tumis udang, sayor lemak, sambal goreng pengantin and fried tofu with sambal kicap), a morning and evening frolicking with the cats and a delicious afternoon nap – it all feels like home to me.

am off in a hurry now.

Wadi Rum 1

in Wadi Rum, Jordan. we can’t wait to return.

 

ayam lemak cili padi April 10, 2007

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i felt very warung yesterday and decided to make use of the chicken in the freezer to make ayam lemak cili padi (chicken in spicy, coconut gravy). this is something you can usually find in small Malay shops in Singapore and Malaysia. i happily dumped in a lotta chillies, the only way to enjoy ayam lemak cili padi.

ayam lemak cili padi

Ayam lemak cili padi 2

(ayam lemak cili padi on steamed jasmine rice)

  • 1 chicken approx 1 – 1.5kg, cut for cooking*
  • 1 tsp turmeric powder
  • 2.5 tsps ginger, minced/grated
  • 2 medium onions, chopped
  • 3 stalks lemon grass, middle portions sliced/cut
  • 6 cili padi (bird’s eye chillies), sliced
  • 3 tbsps sambal oelek
  • 3 tbsps canola oil
  • 2 cups thick coconut milk + 1 cup fresh milk
  • 2 knotted strips of daun pandan/screwpine leaves or a dash of pandan essence
  • 3 kaffir lime leaves
  • 1.5 tsps salt
  1. Rub turmeric on chicken pieces, set aside.
  2. Pound/grind ginger, onions, lemon grass, chillies, sambal to make paste.
  3. Heat oil in pot/skillet. Add paste, and stir till cooked.
  4. Add chicken till almost cooked.
  5. Add coconut milk + fresh milk, daun pandan, kaffir lime leaves and salt.

*i’d used 4 large chicken wings + cubed boneless, skinless chicken breasts amounting to 1kg

the clouds of Dubai have left. we’re bracing ourselves for the thick heat we’re about to get hit with.

 

in a little bubble April 4, 2007

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the weather system of Dubai’s been going through some pretty heavy duty PMS lately. at first it was getting hot, then it started to rain, and now it’s just gloom doom most of the time.

pretty hard to get out of bed, so i plunged into nesting full swing. fried nasi goreng daging merah, black pepper beef broccoli (no kailan, sadly) and a second try at Peabody’s Chocolate Intensity as there was still some chocolate glaze sitting in the fridge begging to be spread out. i was extremely liberal with the glaze because there’s no such thing as too much chocolate. used one less egg and stronger coffee, absolutely delish.

Choc Intensity 2

Choc Intensity 1

i want to go out and play, prithee Sun, will you come out in May?

 

day 3 to a longer life March 1, 2007

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  • weight: 70kg
  • breakfast: 1 club sandwich (white bread/beef bacon/chicken breast/lettuce/cucumber/tomatoes) + 1 mug hot dark chocolate
  • lunch : weetabix minis chocolate cereal in low fat milk + 1 chinese pear
  • dinner: foul medamas with strips of toasted wholemeal bread + unsweetened, pulpy orange juice
  • burned: 450 calories over 75 minutes, says the machine
 

bargain in the hole! December 22, 2006

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there are two types of people in the world with regards to finding a good bargain, the first pretend they didn’t buy it at a slashed price and walk around all smug like as though they belong to the upper (burnt) crust of society, and the other shout it out loud, boast of how much money they’d saved, take pictures and send it to each other over the Internet and spend 15 minutes going “can you believe how little this cost?”, “noooo … “, “no fuckin’ way!”, “hell, yeah!”, “whoohooo! that’s insane!”, “i know“, “oh my god, you know what this means, right? you can buy one more in a different colour” like you want to have 7 toiletbrushes in 7 different technicolour shades of the rainbow.

of course i belong to the second group. there’s no fun walking around all pretentious and shit about how rich you look and secretly wondering if people have noticed your expensive polka dotted dress is missing a whole dot and that’s why it was at the bottom of a heap of other ostracised pieces of wearable clothing at the Rejects store.

i also know of wealthy people who love their Roleks.

i present to you, my USD1.25 kitchen scale *shines proud Carebear beam into sky*

Kitchen scale

we also got a beautiful teak, i think, Indonesian table for a steal so that i no longer have to slouch over the screen on the floor like the Hunchback of Desert Sands.

that’s what’s great about some of these industry exhibitions, exhibitors from all over the world converge to display their products for potential buyers (large-scale), and would prefer to sell their displays/samples off than spend the extra money to ship these goods back to their countries.

there was one purchase i wasn’t too pleased about, i got suckered into buying these shoes despite the screaming nooooooooooo welling up from deep within my cavernous soul. they were USD9 and i’m never gonna use it. there was something sooooo sad about the lady’s face that pushed me to buy it, and now i’m going, wtf, dali, wtf. on the other hand, there aren’t too many carved, sequined wooden shoes in Dubai. at least when i’m stranded on a sand dune somewhere and freezing my ass off at night, i can use it for firewood, right? right. the curse of buyer’s remorse, justifying the purchase, then denial, then anger, then acceptance. and for you fashionistas shaking your heads in disgust, those sequins are motherofpearlish, not green/purple.

why, dali, why?

Indon shoes

which brings me to the next Topic of Pride i need to talk about, the picture above was taken by my very, very, very beautiful Nokia N73 in silver/plum no less. i’d share more pictures but the only other pictures in my phone at the moment are of Ravi passed out like a hibernating grizzly whose last meal was ham wrapped in marijuana leaves on the sofa while watching Keeping Up Appearances. makes losing my Motorola V3 to a dishonest cabbie all the more worthwhile, even after the tiring 2m sprint after the cab.

the phone however, was not bought on a bargain and Ravi has threatened to cut my allowance for the next six months which he will not do if he wants to sleep in peace and wake up with his testicles still attached to his body. have made a promise to self that when in a fit of rage, that i would throw Ravi’s Dopod 838 on the wall instead of my little metallic delight, like i’d done with all my previous phones and a pair of $200 Jill Stuart glasses after conversations with The Patriarch. i’d find any excuse to destroy the phone which shocks me out of dreamland at least 20 times every morning. flying to 10 different countries to assassinate idiots who don’t understand the concept of time difference and how we are still asleep you muthafuckas is far costlier and riskier. Ravi not switching his phone off is a totally different story altogether, because if they can’t get in touch with him, they will, by default, screw something up.

we are having issues with alarm clocks. i cannot have a clock that ticks because some dormant, violent monster within me awakes when i try to sleep with tick-tick-tick-tick-tick within earshot. Ravi however, suffers from Motherclock Complex and loves the tick-tick-tick-tick-tick of alarm clocks and falls asleep within seconds. the fact that he falls asleep within seconds anywhere without giant tick-tocks is irrelevant to him. i fear, my friends, this is a struggle for power over the bedside tables. but i think the message was clear one night when i got up, reached across, grabbed his clock and threw it on the floor and screamed, “DIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!” i think i have the perfect solution, we will get this digital clock and record the sound of Ravi’s phone vibrating 20x so we can wake up to the familiar sound of global stupidity and indifference to time zones.

Ventriloque clock

meanwhile, you know that ’60s theory that everyone on the planet is connected by a mere 6° of separation? all of us, yes, you and i, can finally participate in an experiment that does not require the removal of a healthy kidney. all you have to do is sign up here with Columbia and find a way to close the chain to the target person assigned to you. apparently my target is about 256° away because none of the links i’ve provided so far have reached her.

none of my friends are in secondary school anymore, but back then, i’d say we wished we had these to hide our pagers and CD players in. of course when the book beeps in front of the discipline mistress like mine did, your cover’s totally blown and good luck explaining why in the world your book beeps. the question now is, will this deter would-be iPod thieves?

iPod case

on news closer to home, it seems global warming’s wreaked havoc on weather everywhere, including Dubai and Singapore. it should rain only 2/3x a year here in Dubai, but it’s been raining every 2nd day and suddenly everyone needs to own a really huge plastic sheet or an umbrella. in Singapore, a friend brought my attention to this article and i wonder if my favourite shophouse is now debris all over Tong Watt Road. we used to live but a few metres away from this row of derelict, abandoned and mysteriously beautiful shophouses and this particular shophouse was my favourite.

Tong Watt mansion of past

i miss the musky smell of mouldy shophouses and Spize’s mee goreng pattaya (i didn’t take this mee goreng shot, kudos to she who did).