MISSY ALLETS

Very well, thank you.

2011-06-19T20:32:00.004+10:00

Hello hello, first of all!

I can't believe about 15 weeks have passed since the last we met here. But then again, I also can't believe that I'm not 15 kilos lighter after carrying what seemed like a baby elephant few hours a day, 7 days a week for the past 4 months; so let's just get a move on, shall we?

Where should I start, really?

The last you know, I had a baby. And now I have something new for you; he no longer just sleeps and eats.

Erm.. surprise surprise?

Yes, baby had started to talk to us, play with us and most importantly, he's a master at manipulating us, the nerve! He's lucky he's got beautiful cheeks..

He's grown so much in such a short time that I'm afraid soon he will no longer be my little baby. But on the other hand, I can't wait till he feeds and cleans himself ;)

Perhaps when that happens, I would finally be more alive in this blogsphere! Amen to that!

Here's him with chunky thighs and my favourite round little toes. I love his bum although I must admit his farts are deadly with a capital D.

Goodbye, my loves. We will meet again when my next augmented few hours present themselves.

The bunny named Benjamin..

2011-03-01T06:51:00.003+11:00

Timing of my contractions..

Was the wait worth it? I hear you ask.

Was the 9-month-long-food-abstinence worth it? Again, you asked.

Was the ripping pain all worth it? Too many of you asked.

Baby Benjamin, born 18th February 2011

Well worth it, I would gladly say ;)

After Benjamin arrived, it's hard to remember back on days of my pregnancy, except I had a big ball for tummy and that it kicked. And I was huge. And clumsy. And wanted cakes all the time.

Now, our world has decidedly changed. Mornings are love affairs when he smiles and yawns and demands food. Noons are often calm and peaceful with occasional coos from the baby in his cot.

Come night time or dawn, we pray he sleeps through a good 4 hours. As all babies should.

So far, the baby has been amazing. And I can read his signs better now; I just can't stop smelling and kissing him, that precious little darling..

I also should rest from all this talk about my newborn. For now, that is.

3 more weeks till after my confinement. Thanks for all your kind wishes.

I craved for it

2011-01-25T20:58:00.005+11:00

A calm change has taken over the city. It's visibly brighter for a longer period day by day. And I love it.

Every morning, when I lift the checked curtains to take a peek at the temperature, my heart skipped a beat. Could it be? It must be!

I have survived my first winter in Oslo. Gone were the constant dip beneath zero degree. Of course, we do have days when an unexpected -7deg fell over the city, but instead of pouting like a grouchy old grandma, I kind of welcomed the cool.

Along with it, I also welcome the arrival of fresh pears in our local supermarket.

And because pregnant ladies can never have enough cravings, I baked a cake. A pear cake, to be precise.

It was a deliciously moist cake with sweet chunks of pear quarters sunk into its depths, spreading an aroma so luxurious, you would have thought it's fall all over again.

For that reason alone, I should tell you I've enjoyed my past weekend tremendously.

Well actually, no, not only that, I've also sorted our baby's closet. We now have tiny piles of 0-6 months, 6-12 months, 12-18 months, winter, 'Norway' summer and 'Asia' summer clothings neatly arranged for the near future. One can really get a kick out of organizing these miniature things, I'm telling you.

Oh, I should also update you guys that I'm officially as huge as a whale beached on the shore. Apart from getting all maternal seeing and touching baby's stuff, I really just want to plop on the couch and have Baby Hubz be my slave.

I politely asked and he declined the good offer, that evil love of my life.

But that's ok. I can always count on my backup feel-good plan: a hot cup of coffee and a slice or two of baked heaven.

There, feeling all better already ;)

A full round..

2010-12-31T22:02:00.002+11:00

Christmas was gone all too fast, especially after having looked forward to it for months in this snow city. But I can say one thing; Christmas this year was peaceful, joyful and just plain wonderful.

My first white Christmas.. of course, started a month or so prior to December. I can't help it when malls are decked in lights-curtain so beautiful, I literally stopped breathing for a while. Christmas trees were also up, decorated with the traditional candied apples or gingerbread cookies, as well as modern fixtures of shimmering lights and cards bearing warm wishes. Come 1st of December, there's no denying that Christmas season was indeed upon us. I mean, you can smell Christmas in the air!

In our household, of course, that would mean smelling freshly baked goodies and scented candles, but I digress. Christmas to me, smelled like wood burning in the fireplace; a rich, smoky drift mixed with the sweetness of hot cocoa (muffins optional). And, it is extremely soothing for some reason I have yet to fathom.

What I do know though, was that I couldn't stop baking. It could be the hormones working up a level during this last stage of pregnancy or it could be the snow outside my window, I don't know. But I'm loving my kitchen/ oven down to my baby's bones.

Plum Tart, Mandarin Chunky Chocolate Muffins, Brioche Pudding, and I suspect, some Upside-Down Caramel Apple Cakes coming soon.. oh yes, I can smell it already..

A slice of brioche heaven soaked in lemony custard

I think my Hubz almost moaned as this baby melted in his mouth. That's a good sign.

So, there we go, before I can bake too much, Christmas was gone. And in a little less than 12 hours, so will the year 2010. We have come a full round back to the beginning of another year.

Should I make a list of resolutions just like all the other years before? Not this time, I think. Not this time..

Perhaps I've mellowed beyond recognition. But as of now, I'm perfectly happy being a homemaker, working on my writings, sipping my coffee and overworking my oven. Come 2011, and I believe that I will be as equally happy waking up during god-forsaken hours to feed our baby boy. That, plus living in a house that smells like poop all year round. But we'll get to those cranky details next year, when we've successfully conquered yet another round.

For now, Hubz, myself and baby boy will leave you all with the best and warmest greetings. Till next year, everybody stay safe. xo

Thanks..

2010-11-25T23:55:00.006+11:00

.. for the ever present love and warmth surrounding me.

.. for all the morning kisses I can get.

.. for eggs, ham and cheese in the fridge. And a kettle that works just fine.

.. for quiet afternoons spent in the unfurnished baby's room.

.. for slow music, whistling wind and the gentle drift of snowflakes.

.. for lights that brighten the room when sun sets at 4pm.

.. for a bed that cradles my sore feet and backache every night.

.. for the slow but sure progress in making our new house a home.

.. for family and friends who kept in touch through the distance and time zones.

.. for acceptance into a new family.

.. for the man who comes back to me everyday, still full of love and kisses.

.. for the little man inside, kicking and rolling, and letting me know he's safe.

.. for all the wonderful things we see, hear and feel.

.. for good health, great food and gorgeous laughter.

.. for a day like Thanksgiving where we can count our blessings.

The little gems..

2010-10-22T05:35:00.003+11:00

"How long can we stay for? As long as you want to, baby.."

I woke up remembering that part of my dream. I wasn't quite sure of the sequence or chain of events, but I do know it was a pretty cosy feeling. Like I had the power to decide.. it was pretty nice :)

Tomorrow, or rather today (their local time), my best friends since forever celebrate their 26th birthday. They are identical twins, yet so unidentical they sometimes confuse (and amuse) me.

Thinking back on how we met, 19 years ago if you must know; how things have changed. We have all grown and are now at a place where we've never thought we would be. I, for one, still can't believe that I've migrated too far away from home, married to the sweetest hubz, anticipating our first child in this cold winter, and best of all; I still have my twins with me.. well, figuratively speaking.

Am I a happy Missy? Damn sure I am.

While I'm oceans away from them and have obviously missed out a big part of their lives, I can honestly say "I think they are happy too.." and that's what keeps the Missy satisfied. I don't ask for much anymore. The gem is in knowing my loved ones are safe and happy.

So, Happy Birthday, my old chums! I'm singing a little train-jingle here, just for old time's sake ;) I would have baked a little something, but that's just gonna make me fat and cranky so I ditched the idea. I'm sure you each would get your sugar fixes anyway.

Love you both. Kisses.

Post 101010

2010-10-11T21:22:00.002+11:00

It was the much awaited 10.10.10 yesterday, a day deliberately selected for its auspiciousness for some.

A few friends got engaged that day, some got married, a beloved friend in KL purchased her engagement ring and another celebrated her birthday with a newborn. T'was a very happy day indeed.

For me, the day held no special meaning nor did it asked to be celebrated in fireworks and candlelights, yet it was nothing short of perfect.

Hubz and I started the day as any old couple in Norway would on a Sunday. I made cheese omelette on toasts, side of sausages for him and sliced avocado for me. We then sipped coffee and put our legs up on stools. It was sunny despite the conspicuous 8deg shown on our temperature reader by the window. Perfect.

Also, we had company. The little boy inside me woke up and came to play. He used his fists and legs and bum. Perfect.

We couldn't spend everyday like that, but then again, we don't need to. An occasional Sunday as perfect as that, however fleeting, was a blessing. And I didn't even need a muffin, how's that!

Sardine, not tuna.

2010-08-29T01:36:00.000+10:00

So, I've successfully passed the first trimester and gratefully bid adieu to morning sickness. I'm now fully and acutely aware of what I put into and onto my body, so much so that I'm a mild case of paranoia in this household.

And just as I was about to finally chill out with a cup of honeyed lemon tea this slow Sunday morning, I suddenly realized something. What, it's September already?! Well, almost. How? When? WHY?!

Not only do I battle against fears of baby's malnutrition, bad chemistry around me, severe hormonal breakouts and 1001 other negative thoughts during pregnancy, I now lose track of time so badly that months just whooshed by without me even noticing. What if I wake up one day and it's time to deliver? Does things like that ever happen?

On a totally different note, I need advice from all resources. Preferably Mums or Mums-to-be who shared my troubles.

One. I desperately want a body pillow. Has anyone tried? How good or otherwise are these pillows?

I don't need one yet, but I want. Look how comfortable this woman is. I want a good night's sleep that doesn't end in abrupt wakening due to back pain or nightmare. I want to be wrapped in a cocoon of relaxation and swim in dreams of happy thoughts. And if I can want more, I'd want Hubz to deliver pastries and tea on a silver tray while I lay on my body pillow for the next 6 months.. but it could be a tad too much to ask for.

Two. Is it ever a "too early" to start being concerned about your expanding belly?

I'm only into week 14, and the bump is barely there, but I'm experiencing dryness and itch around the mid-section. It could be due to the changing weather; we're gingerly moving into snowfall come late October and I don't mean this in a loving way..

I've started a religious tummy-rub routine with oil and lotion, but it's also my concern that ingredients in the products will penetrate into my bloodstream and cross the placenta, so all-natural is a must.

I've heard of Burt's Bees' Mama Bee Belly Butter and I'm wondering if it works as well in Nordic climate as it does in Australia. Not that I can get my greedy hands on it, but if it's that good, I should really start ordering.

Three. Well, I'm craving for authentic (even quarter authentic will do) Malaysian, Indonesian and Indian food. And I've searched high and low around Oslo to no avail.

Just this morning, I was swallowing a plate of leftover pasta while searching for an easy Mamak Mee Goreng recipe. Needless to say, my stomach growled louder in protest with each bite.

This wasn't so much a question that seeks an answer, merely a resignation to fate on my part.

Oh! By the way, I've found my ultimate pregnancy crave. It's pickled jalapeños - green chili peppers. How weird. But just so you know, I don't munch on them all day long; I just crave for it to be on everything that I eat.

Anyway, SO.. September, huh. I have mixed feelings about you but that does not necessarily means I'm scared of you. I'll take you on anytime. In fact, I wouldn't mind that much if you whoosh over quicker just so I can see my baby squashed inside my belly in October! Woots!

July in a glance..

2010-07-31T19:14:00.004+10:00

It is officially the last day of July, and my, has it been a roller coaster of a July!

Believe me. I had totally wanted to creep back in somewhere in the middle of the month to update on what's happening up here in the Northern side.. but as always, something else got in the way. Like, you know, birthdays, possible food poisoning and a baby..

Before anything else, happy birthday to me!

Turning 26 is not that big a deal if you ask me. It's not young enough for me to ask for a birthday party at the McDonalds where I can invite thousands of other children, most of whom would be friends of friends of neighbours. Neither is it old enough to organize a Hollywood themed cocktail function just to celebrate a milestone. Nope, it's just that age where it's "somewhere in between"...

Yet somehow, this "somewhere in between" age just got that little bit more momentous for me, for us.

You see.. earlier this month, I fell sick. I thought I was food-poisoned, having retched into the bowl almost everyday for two weeks. Thus began my meticulous listing of all foods consumed two weeks prior to that. Which also brought me to another discovery, regarding.. *ahem.. my menstrual cycle. My late period, to be precise.

Several home tests and nauseous mornings later, it's confirmed. I'm pregnant.

2 months and counting.

We're extremely scared and happy and excited :)

We had only just shared this little big piece of information with family and friends a week before, just so you know Missy didn't leave you out. And I'm blessed with the support and love from family and friends, both near and oceans apart.

I assume August would be no less hectic and exciting, with doctors appointment aplenty and knitting projects (this, I'm kidding).. but when time slows down at days, I'll be back here again. Just because.

Till then, I'll be nursing my growing uterus, people! xo

Rainy days in Oslo

2010-06-30T17:57:00.003+10:00

I remember back in Melbourne, the only thing that I wish to do on a rainy day is to bake. You know, when clouds hung over the sky like a giant scoop of whipped cream, showering us on Earth with sweet little dew drops, there's nothing more comforting than warming up the kitchen and having aroma of butter and milk waft through your home (and/or neighbourhood..).

Pecan pie would be nice. And so are my Rainy Day Coffee Cakes if you still remember..

Our move to a different continent has surely changed a lot of our habits, but I'm still very shocked (and not pleasantly so..) that even my baking escapades have to take a halt. Not because I can't, but because I won't. It doesn't feel right. And I know this because I don't wake up in the morning thinking, "Oh, I'm gonna make cherry brownies today!" or.. or.. "The best way to whip egg whites is..."

Yea, that.

Well, I'm not sad. I really ain't. I have a different routine now. It's not the same as it used to be, but it's slowly becoming a part of me.. and I guess Missy adapts good.

Sure, someday, I'd love to find back the passion. Find back my can't-do-without in the baking world. When that day comes.. when I fire up the oven again, I'll be sure to let you smell it :)

I want waffles

2010-06-21T18:04:00.002+10:00

Some days, you wake up feeling frisky. Other days, you wish you're six thousand miles away from where you are. Well today, I woke up with a deep craving for waffles. Golden crusted, syrup drenched waffles.

But there's no flour, no yeast, no milk, no syrup, and of course, no waffle iron in this home.. so needless to say, no waffles for Missy today.

Boo!

Then I turned on my side while lying on the bed, and I smiled.

Because when I think of waffles, I think of butter. And when I think of butter, I think of you..

Note: This was gifted to me before I left Melbourne, and yesterday, I finally dug it out. I said dug, because it's buried somewhere within 12 sealed big boxes in a cold, dark storage space. But I don't care, and I have hubz to thank for indulging me with an afternoon of sweaty labour work.

I know I promised it would be the first thing on my mantel. I'm sorry, it was the third.

And I miss you, fancy face.

Let's go to the gym!

2010-06-15T18:39:00.006+10:00

After 2 long years of gym-hiatus, plus 4 months of putting off the idea of shedding clothes in goosebumps-inducing weather, my two sisters in law have shoved me right into the work-out wagon. I finally went to the gym.

Yesterday was my first gym experience in Oslo. Excitedly, I packed my sports bag, well, it's really my husband's but we don't need that kind of categorization here; put on a thousand layers of sweaters and went first on a 10mins bus ride to the city before jumping on the Bergkrystallen line for 20mins.. and got off the wrong station.

I probably don't need to tell you this, but I'm still not all that well-trained with roads/direction/everything else, you see.

So, you might want to add to all those above, a 15mins walk from the wrong station to where the gym was rightfully built. That's my workout for the week, I hear some say? Damn right it is.

Now here's something about motivation you didn't know..

Despite starting off on the wrong foot, I was still pretty determined to explore (mainly because I've heard good stuff. You know, good stuff like SPA and massage chairs..) and sweat it out. I did good. But you wouldn't want to hear about my time on the treadmill, nor the affair with the dumbbells, would you? No, I suppose not. And I swear that was not the purpose of this post either.

The real deal, I can tell you, is what happened after the workout. I decided to "relax" in the steam room. So, there I was, in my.. steam room-sensible attire sans towel (please don't ask why) and sat down in one steamy corner. I was not enjoying it to say the least because 1) I had trouble breathing because of the (too) heavy clouds of hot air. 2) It was so hot, I might as well be a frozen dumpling on a steamer, without the skin. 3) A guy walked in with two bananas.

Yes, people. I constantly forget that I'm on Scandinavian grounds and am therefore exposed to all unisex facilities with possible encounter of nakedness. I should have guessed when I was greeted by a pair of sky-high nipples on my way to the locker. But still, my tiny beating heart was not prepared.

It must have been the longest and most awkwardly silent minute and a half of my life. Yes, I kept track. And yes, he ate one of said bananas. Oh, the nerve!

I scrambled out of the steam room and totally whined as I passed the jacuzzi which was situated right outside the steam room. And what's more, right next to the pool is an entrance.. one that leads you straight into the ladies' shower room where, you're right again.. naked ladies shower. Together, in one open space. In all fairness, I could not deny the pleasure of seeing a couple of fresh and young bodies, but I wasn't prepared for that too.

The blessing, however, is to find a hidden sauna right at the back of ladies' shower area. I know then, that I can finally have some me-time, female-only-time. I kicked back and relaxed. And that's the best 10mins I've felt in a long, long time before an elderly woman (I'm guessing 62 years old) came to join me in all her naked, drooping glory.

So I say "maybe" to the next gym invite. Who's with me?

3 years of man and wife

2010-06-11T20:41:00.004+10:00

Like all self-explanatory titles, mine already broke any suspense you might have had prior to reading on. Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary to me and hubz!

In case you were wondering why does our anniversary seem to come so fast each year.. it's because we have two; first was the cozy garden wedding we had in Melbourne June '07 and the second was a bigger scale traditional Chinese wedding ceremony and reception in Malaysia December '08 (which I have yet to update by the way. I wonder if I ever will..).

*Fun facts: We do still celebrate our "officially being a couple" anniversary on the 8th of every month. Nothing huge; just a kiss and an "I love you" and a disgustingly sweet handwritten note.

So, this year's celebration was a little different, I must admit. Newly settled in a new (and expensive!) country threw our usual wine-and-dine-at-a-local-restaurant plan right out the frosty window. Also, from my previous post, you'd already know that it was more of a celebration of gratitude and love more than anything else, so pompous gestures were not needed.

In fact, it was quite a fresh start for me. I decided to do something that in my book of Things I Can Do, ranked a deadly HARD. I decided to make the well-known Malaysian dish, nasi lemak. Not just that! I went on to plan the whole shebang - sambal ikan bilis and curry chicken. From scratch. It wouldn't have been such a feat had I not live in a place where I don't know where to find a lot of herbs and spices. As usual, there's a lot of substitution work going on. And well, what do you know, these babies came out too damn fine.

Now who's a proud Mamma?

Remember this post from wayyy back? I didn't exactly fulfill any of the promises but I'm contented to know that I'm a step closer and they are in fact possible to achieve :) Thanks for being patient. I believe I'll get there someday.

For now, I'll leave you with our anniversary-orchids on the sill. Keep on loving..

In hope, you find strength..

2010-06-09T22:18:00.004+10:00

It's not everyday that you feel the Strength but I think it is a crucial element in living life to the fullest. And today.. I feel especially strong about this trait.

You see, I have an aunt who I dearly hold close to my heart. She must be near 70 years old, with her back straight as the wall, not a hunch in sight. She lives well, is a devoted vegetarian, loves life, tells great stories, and feisty in her protective nature as a mother to her cubs, literally. She's the epitome of Strength in women of the older (and even younger) generations.

There's only one thing; her cancer cells have spread uncontrollably.

Doc said that if they don't do something soon, she may have only 6 - 7 months to live. Ironically, he also added there's nothing more that they can do..

I'm currently 6,066 miles away from where home is, and I cannot even begin to tell you how useless I feel. I assume my family back home feels ten times worse.

But life has its special way to convince you to keep believing. One phone call, a single text message, a one-line email.. all bringing this one thing we need; Hope. When the whole family comes together, spreading love and hope, there's really nowhere else you can turn to except believing in your strength. Instead of wallowing in sadness and tears, everyone stood up firmly as though declaring trusts in their own strength. The strength to believe, and the strength to bring hope to my aunt.

It's definitely not easy; but once you find hope, everything will just come naturally.

I might as well add that today is coincidentally hubz and my third wedding anniversary. And oh yes, we will celebrate. We celebrate not only because it's a happy occasion, but also to give thanks that we still have each other to love and to believe in.

I had initially wanted to write a post about love to mark the date, but now I think this is an even better post to show people love.

Smoked ham

2010-05-26T18:21:00.003+10:00

No, I did not discover a new recipe to impress guests from Provence.

And yes, I admit that I burnt something in the microwave yesterday, in which case means, the smoked ham was me. Guilty as charged.

Well, I could have kept quiet, you know. Pretend it never happened and jump back on to fool you guys into thinking I absolutely was triumphant in my third soufflé attempt. Or, or, grace this spot with details of my date at the outdoor movie theatre at Ekeberg just so I can skip this burning issue altogether.

But I wouldn't. Well... couldn't, considering the stench that came from it may have traveled to you in a matter of seconds. Also, judging from the interior of the microwave that has turned a smoky yellow, I think it's a safe bet to say that was a pretty bad case. I'm just glad that it didn't burst in flames and make my husband a sudden widower. I shudder at the thought of it.

In my defense, I did everything according to instructions. The package offered two alternatives; steam or microwave. Needless to say, I wasn't in the right mind to choose a 20 minutes steaming option over a 2-and a half minutes in the microwave. Why did I even bother to save myself 17-and a half minutes? Why?

Don't get me wrong. I still love my microwave and think that it's the lazy-person's best friend ever. But I need to learn that not everything can go in frozen and come out a piping hot, incredible dish. Those days were over for me. Guess I'll fire up my kitchen more often from now on (pun totally not intended).

I want to be a good housewife that rules the kitchen, not burn it down.. I know you do too ;)

So, keep safe, ya'll. The Missy prays.

Grey territory

2010-05-19T11:05:00.000+10:00

It's exactly 3 months ago that I set foot in Oslo. Not for the first time ever, but the first step to making it my home.

Having people; family, friends and strangers, asking me how I feel about Norway has got to be my most frequent dilemma. "Cold" is usually my single-word answer. Neat and straight to the point.

But I don't think that's what they were after. Frankly, I don't know what the answer should be. Just maybe something more than a "cold", I guess.

For the past few months, I've been struggling to find the answer that I seek. And as all pondering does to me, I find myself back on that emotional roller-coaster ride through that sky high snow-covered peak to pitch darkness deep under the sea. I worried and I doubted; but at the same time, I see a glimmer of hope and future. And when I snap out of it, I almost always find myself in this grey territory that I call reality.

Why must it be a definite Love or Hate answer, I queried inside. Sometimes, there's just no answer. I would lift my chest to show you my heart, but I couldn't. And even if I can, there won't be a "Y" or "N" embedded on it, this I know for sure.

Oslo.. Norway.. I haven't known you all that well; and I still get lost on your sculpture-filled parks, but I want to know you. I want to love you like I did Melbourne. I want to start making memories that says us. Most of all, I want you to feel the same way for me..

It's still grey to me, but at least it's beautiful..

I was your darl..

2010-05-14T19:51:00.004+10:00

When he asked, "Why didn't you wait?", all her heart answered was, "Why didn't you chase?" But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? This chasing-and-waiting game people played since Grade 8, and still do, for some lost souls out there.

A beep from the cell sent her heart a flutter, and when she saw his name on the screen, she thought she may have just died. But that can't be right. He was so cold, aloof even, just three days ago. She thought she did, or said, something wrong. Her swollen eyes and sunken cheeks could attest to her agony. But this was really him calling..

She smiled anxiously to herself and laughed a nervous laugh. She wanted to answer the phone; she couldn't wait to. But each time she reached out, the phone seemed farther away. The ringing was getting dimmer and sounded more distant than ever, ripping her patience to a million pieces. Tears pooled in her eyes as she burnt through the darkness in search of the faint ringing of her cell. She wanted to pick up her phone, wanted to hear his voice, wanted to know what he had to say to her.., wanted to know if he'd missed her.

"Daddy!" a voice shouted, followed by the banging of door.

His eyes fluttered open and squinted against the afternoon light. He remembered it was a Sunday, a bright, lazy Sunday. He had fallen asleep on the couch while reading his newspapers; his half-eaten panini cold on the side table.

Quick footsteps ran through the hallway, he can hear that. He remembered his son, Ben, and the girl he loved the most once upon a time.

"I've missed you," he said as little Ben jumped onto his lap. "And I've missed you too," he whispered into the still July air.

To love and to like..

2010-05-12T20:03:00.003+10:00

I was determined to learn something new each day. And yesterday gave me exactly that chance.

So, you see, I was idling away like I always do; flipping from a TV channel to another, reading a magazine cramped with Norwegian stories or joining the thousands others online in a world of differences. But there's this particular saying that stuck with me for the rest of the day..

The difference between like and love, is that you can like a lot of people, but only love that one special person..

What do you think about that? Do you agree? Or do you, like I do, disagree from the core of my very being?

Let's just say it is not-very-true instead of total crap for karma purposes.. but I believe the person who came up with that saying perhaps never before experienced love in its grand, magnificent way.

For one, associating love with only the people whom you have affection for is shallow. Second, even with human beings, I trust there are more than one person in your life that you can feel love for; deep and true love at that.

I do not mean to sound promiscuous, hell no! I do believe in commitment and Taiwanese/ Korean drama series, but what I want to show here, I suppose, is the love that make up life.

To me, love is a cup of hot coffee while it gently snows outside your window.

Love is Mum and Dad saying "I miss you.."

Love is the knot in your heart as a soft, furry paw lies on your lap and hot saliva runs down your leg.

Love is when hundreds.. well okay, 42 friends hugging you goodbye as you prepare to leave town.

Love is if the sun comes out even when the forecast predicted clouds.

Love is baby blue and clean sheets.

Love is opening your memory box and found the perfect picture frame from your buddy, hidden notes and all.

Above all, love is beyond the capacity of words..

But like all good wives, I'm showing you one of my biggest loves here - hubz, with genuine smiles from both of us.

PS: This was also the picture I mentioned two posts earlier, which reminded me how much I love photos captured from years back.

Have you figured out the love that make your life, peeps?

With love..

Be happy, stay happy

2010-05-11T16:38:00.002+10:00

Something came through my email today. Something that is so simple yet we always forget. Something that is so true, it made me smile.

Listen to/ Read these and see if you've checked off as many as I did.

Walk for 10-30 mins everyday, smiling.
Sit quietly for 10 mins everyday, in isolation if necessary.
First thing upon waking up, say "My goal today is..."
Before going to sleep, say "Today, I'm thankful for..."
Live with the 3Es: Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy.
Play more games than last year.
Read more books than last year.
Learn something new everyday.
Look at the sky at least once a day, marvel at the majestic world surrounding us.
Dream more while awake.
Eat more natural foods.
Drink green tea, plenty of water and a glass of red wine each day and toast to something beautiful in life.
Try to make 3 people laugh everyday; and make everyone you meet smile.
Invest your energy in the positive present, not rumours.
Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
Eliminate clutter in the home, the car and the office.
Don't let an opportunity pass to hug a friend.
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
It is not necessary to win every argument.
Make peace with your past, so as not to ruin your present.
You are the only one responsible for your happiness.
Appreciate your body in all its' glory.
Reject everything that is not useful, amusing or beautiful.
Don't lose time; we already have everything else that we need.
Have fantastic sex.
Phone your family just to let them know you're thinking of them.
Enjoy the voyage of life.

I've done alright. I guess lastly, but not least, the Missy just wants you to know: "Life is too short to not enjoy every moment of it."

If you have something you would like to add on to the list, holla here!

xxo

Four months later..

2010-05-04T19:06:00.004+10:00

.. and Missy is back on her desk, well.. on her dining table to be precise, since there's no said desk for her computer in this new place yet. The computer itself was set up only three days back, so yay to finally finding sanity in the virtual world.

Here I am, sitting on a fluffed pillow on the floor, trying to reconnect with all of the world while nursing my left leg which had gone totally numb and cramped. But don't you worry about that. How are you all?

Since I've left this space, I've spent a scorching month in my hometown, Malaysia, celebrating Chinese New Year with family and friends, and God knows I can never have enough of that. The company, the sun, the food, the laughter and all. Then we packed our luggages and off we flew to Oslo, my home-to-be. Thus began my goodbye to great weather..

:) It wasn't as bad as it sounds. Oslo has a lot for me to smile for, only I miss my home in Melbourne and Malaysia. Still, I wake up every morning with hubz by my side (and yes, I still get my morning kisses) and that alone can make me smile for the next 10 years. Also, we've been getting longer and brighter days, and you know how a good bright day makes me feel, right?

Today, we woke up to snow. In May, people. But instead of feeling like a trash bag full of crap, I actually feel damn well. Which was why I remembered to sneak back into this blog and conjure something out of nothing but pure delight. That, and to pretend that I never left this blog for *gasp* four long months. Can I blame it on jetlag?

I was sorting our old pictures last week and I stumbled upon one of our first snaps, hubz and I. (PS: I would have totally posted it here but somehow blogspot had gone awry on me) It was April, 2005: has it been 5 years already? We looked young and carefree (and skinny, goddamnit!). Part of me missed that; the constant hugging like we can't breathe if we don't have our bodies twined together, the numerous coffee and movie dates, and the faces that are free from stress wrinkles. But, of course, being the Missy, I love it better now.

Because now, we each have a soul-mate. And even though this particular soul-mate of mine always leaves his half-drank cup/glass everywhere around the house except for its rightful place in the sink (hence my wrinkle), I love him. And because I love him, I know that I will come to feel Oslo as my home in no time.

As for the people and things that I miss, it's deep in my heart for eternity.

Val, my lp, I have come to realize that the things we do together in Melbourne, we didn't do it often enough. I've missed you greatly. I can give up muffin for two years just to spend one day with you right now.

My babe, Chloe, I love and miss you a long, long time. You'd know exactly how I feel so don't make me cry by writing all those mushy stuff.

Mum, Dad, Tom and Le, it hurts not to be able to see and hug you all everyday. I miss even the simple fact that we were together in the same room doing our own things..

South Yarra, Toorak, Melbourne, you won't know how I think about you every night before I fall asleep. I don't think we can ever forget you. You were our first home.

Sutera Mall, JB, Malaysia, you really suck as a shopping mall but I missed you the most. If I have a free day with Doraemon's magic door, I would first pull Le, my sis, out from whereever she is and we would go to you for a crazy, mundane day.

Sun-tanning, OMG I think I have to cry again.

There's really a lot that I can't let go yet. But I know things will be right again. They always do. Meantime, take my word for it - The Missy never stopped thinking and missing..

Crossing oceans.

2010-01-04T20:12:00.005+11:00

I know that I've known for a long time. And had also readied myself for knowing that. But as days creep nearer, my heart messes me up.

It's too soon before we fly, leaving this country that I call "second home". Melbourne had been good, even great if you take lattes into account, but I guess it's really time to leave. I'll miss you, but I want to know what's in store for me across the seas. New life, new responsibility, maybe a newborn.

You know, I thought I can leave everything behind like a suave lover. "It's good while it lasted, but it's time to move on. Honey, we're over." I'll then pass a napkin for her to dab on the corner of her eyes and plant a kiss on her forehead before turning away, hands in pocket. I thought I can.

But lately, as I stand in front of my door, just before turning the keys, my heart ached. I miss you already, home. And not only that, I'll miss those ridiculous-early breakfast by my kitchen bench, miss the temperamental weather that wrecked us up, miss the number 8 tram that took us to dates, miss the girls and boys that I don't even know when would be the next time we meet; yes, I think it'll take a little more than goodbye to bid farewell this time.

A mere two weeks left and I'll officially remove all traces that I've ever been in Melbourne for the past 7 years. All that's left are memories, which in faith, shall be kept intact. Hereforth, the updates you see from missy will be from another land, no longer musings at dawn in my little home in Melbourne. I thank you all deeply for patiently following my footsteps the years past. I shall hopefully recreate familiarities when I'm settled in my new home.

So, patience, the missy asks again; patience for her holla from Oslo.

Forgiving Ararat - My Current Obsession

2009-12-14T11:23:00.005+11:00

In between the craze of relocating (and entertaining family from afar), I took some time off to read. Yes, I'm addicted like that. Addicted, and can't do without some intellectual debate or at least a question that sparks a thousand explanations.

Reading gives me that.

Which is why I'm here this sunny afternoon - with a cup of coffee, albeit instant - hoping to jot down a good read that I want to immortalize in my own sphere.

For anyone who loves an intelligent read speckled with vivid imagination; one that will leave you pondering and questioning long after the last pages, I'd say pick up Forgiving Ararat by first time novelist Gita Nazareth.

As the title suggests, this novel is about forgiveness. Forgiving the wrong and right; the friend and foe; the love and justice; and most importantly, forgiving oneself.

Although the story starts when Brek’s life ended, (not unlike The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold whose MC was also a dead 14-year old) this novel is full of the precious aspects that make up life. By delving into her past life, Brek discovers many lives before hers that intertwined with her own, the branch of history that determined her life, or rather, death. Here, Nazareth cleverly blurs the line between dream, life and death; and leaves one to question if these realms might not be so different afterall.

The novel is heavy with issues on war, religion, politics, law and history. It would have been a dread to read if not for Nazareth’s smart and playful choice of words. It is fascinating how she engages readers through the significant subjects and touches us with beauty, sadness and forgiveness.

This novel is a collection of stories from different people. Each life brings with it the beautiful, the injustice and ultimately seeks the forgiveness that they deserve. Each life affects readers as they read, creating a bigger and complete picture, that is, the life as we know it. During the course of a lifetime, we’ve met and bonded with numerous people and created our own stories. By taking a step back, one will see how many lives they have touched, hurt and changed.

Nazareth also mocks the religion as an intellectual and challenges the possibility of anyone who would actually know what happened years before even the great ancestors were born? In opening our eyes and mind, Nazareth allows us to accept how different each of our perspectives is.

Furthermore, by using death as a platform (one that I loved if you realised), Nazareth strengthens her idea of forgiveness. For nothing else matters in death except forgiveness. No matter what wrong and bad a man has done, as long as one is willing to look through the man’s eyes, one will always see reason and learn to forgive.

Overall, this is a highly personal and evolving book. If you're interested to know more, check out their website. Or better yet, join the discussion between Forgiving Ararat and The Lovely Bones online.

I need more books with similar premises. Any recommendation, my lovelies?

Souvenirs for all..

2009-08-19T14:28:00.003+10:00

Ok, so the couple just got back from traveling, and what a travel it was!

It was a fun trip. Long and tiring, yes, but fun nonetheless. I used to have this beautiful dream of traveling the world round, but after a straight flight of 16 hours or so, my bum did not quite agree. And it did not stop just there.

Our journey: Melbourne - Singapore - Amsterdam - Oslo (- London - Paris - London) - Amsterdam - Manila - Sydney - Melbourne

Hour count: 8hrs - 16hrs - 2hrs ( 2hrs - 2hrs) - 2hrs - 10hrs - 10hrs - *blackout

I may do that again, but definitely with the aid of either sleeping pills or knockout pills.

Well, on a much happier note, I've brought home a little piece of each destination we went. I know, you're most welcome ;)

But, before you think you'll get the whole ramble about the month-long trip (which will probably take about 72 days and 98 minutes), warm up with these teasers instead..

It's good to be back. *kisses for all

He tapped my shoulder at lunch.

2009-05-11T20:50:00.003+10:00

I was finishing my lunch with a cup of skinny latte. My half-read book lay open in the sun.

Just as I was turning the page, a shadow loomed across the table. I looked up, right into the most gentle and addictive grey eyes.

"Are you reading that book?" he asked.

"Obviously," was the reply before I stopped myself.

"I've read his first book, and I reckon it was his best publication yet."

"Is that so.." This is getting nowhere. Awkward.

"I went out with his girlfriend before. Back in London."

My brows were raised behind my big shades, but I promptly nodded my head politely.

"I really loved his first book. But his girlfriend, well his ex, told me all these stories about how he's a pig, how he treated all the women he's been with. And I couldn't see him the same way again. It's just funny how his work shines through with integrity and great philosophy, yet in real life, he's a scum."

"Well, you wouldn't have known all that if you didn't go out with his girlfriend, anyway." I sometimes like to make things difficult for myself, I know.

He flashed a genuine smile. And I thought to myself; if he wasn't such a pig himself, I'd actually think of him as a very attractive old man.

"Well, enjoy reading. Have a good evening," he finished. As he turned behind me to leave, he squeezed my shoulder.

"You have a great day too," I chirped.

I smiled to myself and turned to steal a glance. He sat two tables away, facing me, grinning and sipping a bottle of Coke.

Your heart will take you home.

2009-05-03T17:58:00.004+10:00

My day today can only be described by one word: aimless. But it's also those nothingness that I came to this post.

You see, it was a beautiful Sunday after weeks of cold numbs and hot chocolate inhouse. I started the day like how I would on any of my days off lately; I enjoyed my breakfast toast by the window sill, staring at nothing. And then, the sun came. A nice glow warmed my skin. "Finally," I thought.

I got up, changed and ventured out. But the thing is, I have nowhere in particular that I wanted to go, nor anything that I wanted to do. All I know was I needed to get out. I let my heart lead the way.

How so, you ask?

I don't really know. I just kept walking without thinking (I can prove that by almost stumbling over my own feet in front of a restaurant full of diners, and poodles). I walked on, aimlessly, until I reached this little cafe called Picnic. I've never seen it before, even though it's on the same street where I live, only at opposite ends. I went in, simply because my heart said so.

Ok, so I don't do this all the time. Having no expectations, no plans, and no worries. But I must admit, it's fresh. You'll be amazed to see what you'd actually do, see and feel.

Back to Picnic, it was a quirky cafe with a weird choice of furnishing; benches, round plastic tables, wooden furniture, avant-garde, mirrors, cage, bookshelf, and aloof staff. The table that I chose was shaky, its legs see-sawing on the uneven pathway; hardly lovely, highly amusing. The berry-lime teacake was cold and hard, but the lime was zesty which made my heart flutter. Latte was too bland for my taste, but the barista made a beautiful vine design for me. The novel I just started bored me to death, but I picked up words that made me smile. It was still a beautiful day.

I did not think today, I just followed my heart's whim. On my way to the cashier, I saw an old lady with her grandson. She wore a lime green sweater, I remember. And just like that I paid for that table. I would have written a card if I came prepared, but I didn't.

"If I have somehow brought you a smile, please pass on the blessing and make another one smile," is what I would have written. I can only wonder what happened after I left the cafe. I'm sure such thing won't happen too often, but I'm glad I did it once. All because my heart did the leading today.

Also because I did not question, I passed by the roast shop and actually went in for a half pack of char siew, sweet bbq roast pork. I wonder why. And no shit, I really wondered all the way home.

Once home, though, all became too clear. I promptly brought out the pastry sheets and baked some char siew puffs. But the thing is, I DON'T eat char siew. Weird. So, like how all things will go right eventually, I mashed some tuna, sprinkled some lemon and pepper and added chopped chillies. The spicy tuna puffs came out gloriously good.

Now, I'm sitting here, typing this aimless post. It made me smile; and that's how I will describe this Sunday now.

Knock, knock. I'm here.

2009-04-25T11:18:00.010+10:00

It's been a good 1 and a half months since this blog was unjustly neglected. But hey, I do come in for a caress every now and then, but that wouldn't have counted, would it?

Truth is, Missy suffered a major breakdown. Because pressures are swamping in truckloadfuls, from all directions and at the speed of Holy Light. So then, while trying to cope, I burst a vein and sought solace in the grim company of robed masters, white angels and a thousand kinds of pills. This blog is the first thing I come home to since I've earned back my sanity.

All that, of course, never happened. Did I hear a sigh of relief? Or maybe that's cursing..

At least now we know missing a few blog posts ain't suicidal afterall.

What really did happen the past month was;

Adding new babies to the family. And a couple of snails. One black, one yellow, if you must know.
Spending quality love with Baby Hubz during his Easter break. He fell sick, that poor baby. So I cooked up a stormy love of congee, clear soups, noodle soups, pork&chives puffs and papaya toasts (this one was just for me, btw).
Planning our pending retirement. No, just kidding, but that sure cheered me up!! We planned for our much anticipated trip to Norway in July. He hadn't been home for 5 years; I can see the longing in his eyes. And me, I'm just having mixed, albeit very powerful, feelings.
Talking, and seriously talking, about having a baby. Not the swimming kind, but the crying kind. Yeah, the give-me-what-I-want-or-I'll-cry kind, the NO-I-don't-want-to-eat-veges kind, and I think, the Momm-Dad-I-love-you kind. *blush. We're counting down to 2 or 3 years now.
The career change is taking off.
I missed spicy food. REAL spicy.
I spent most of my time on Twitter.
I bawled uncontrollaby because I couldn't fit in my jeans. Then comforted myself with chocolate brownie slice.

I'm sure those weren't the only thing that happened, but they'll do for now. Cos, you know.. the Missy's hungry again..

Good Morning, Melbourne

2009-03-07T08:16:00.004+11:00

.. and good night to some parts of the world.

It's a beautiful morning today, albeit not your picture perfect sunny morning. It's a tad murky grey at 15deg when I first looked outside my window at 7.30am. Add to that little pools of overnight puddles, soft dew from the branches and of course, a breeze of sweet, smokey rain. It's beautiful.

Perhaps we all need days like this to fully appreciate your days off and stay ins.

And the mere fact of being alive..

News came through from ABC last night; Earthquake shook suburban Melbourne.

I was still at work in the city and felt absolutely nothing. But then again, huge trucks pass by us all the time and it was just a little laneway, we might have not noticed. To think that the closest suburb that got hit was Brunswick, which by the way is just a 15min tram drive away.

The last Quake that shook Victoria was in Dec 1999, with no felt reports nor injury. This time, all across Frankston, Knoxfield, Lang Lang, Caulfield North and Yarra Junction have felt tremors. Not to mention the Reservoir and Brunswick too.

With the current bushfire taking its toll on residents and saviours, I pray, hard and sincere for all who's affected; Be strong, stay strong. And may we all see peace and serenity soon.

All this talk reminded me of this that happened back in 2004. It was a devastated period because we were SO CLOSE. All the what-ifs..

But all things said, and I'll say it again; treasure the loved ones around. Don't wait for a special event or occasion to say I-love-you. Say it loud and proud every moment, and say it true. Take each day as a gift to be with them, because really, you don't know when will be the last. But when that day comes, you will have no regrets knowing that your loved ones know that you love them..

What do you do when you're alone at home?

2009-02-23T11:44:00.000+11:00

I cry.

A little more for end of the year..

2008-10-24T17:53:00.005+11:00

That, my dears, is the list (not yet finalised!) of to-dos in preparation for end of the year.

So much to do, so little time - this saying has finally rang true and through.

We're taking baby steps at the moment. Inching closer to ticking off every item on the list. But of course, who are we kidding? It's me, the Missy. If ever there's a shortcut, you can safely bet on your Louboutin that I'm taking it.

Still, as tired as we are with planning and preparation on top of work and studies, we quite like putting thoughts into the little details. It just makes it feel real, all warm and cosy.. very much like sharing a pecan tart with your husband in the peak of autumn.

It is with this anticipation that, despite the initial shock of having a big carton dropped off at our table, we gratuitously sorted out the DIY process of our invitation cards, one out of the long list of to-dos.

We promptly brought out the wine, only because we thought there's never a time when wine's not appropriate.

And we laid the wines, photos, cards, cardholder and the envelopes side by side so we can maximise productivity and actually see how we're progressing.

It's not too bad, really. We took less than two days altogether to glue the photos onto the cards, slip them into the holder and pair each with an envelope.

Not wanting to stop at just that, we went ahead and got ourselves rolls of ribbons in baby pink and blue; they're oh-so-pretty bundled up and tied in bows!

WIP.

And I couldn't resist snapping a picture of the end result. Ain't those pastel shades calming after a huge stress-out session?

*loves.

We mailed them out in batches to Norway, US and Malaysia last week. Fingers tightly crossed they're gonna show up as pretty as they were under our meticulous fingers.

3 more weeks before I fly home. 6 more weeks before the big day.

I'm not stressed! Who's stressed?!?

Becoming Dada and Mama..

2008-10-11T12:06:00.013+11:00

Hello readers, first up, apologies for the long-overdue posts. But I'll explain why. And hopefully, yous will be able to rejoice with us (maybe drop a tear or two of happiness), and forget all about the improper delay of my postings.

Truth is, the last couple of weeks have been an exciting period for us, almost like a new beginning. Yes, we've got good news to share, so pull up a chair, and pull it up nicely right beside us :)

Ready?

So, a little over 16 months ago, a young couple tied the knot. Very young, and dangerously in love.

So in love that they quickly decided being just the two of us is not such a bad idea at all. What with both parents' ceaseless nagging and threatening, they are not quite yet ready to relent.

They still want to explore the world together, find comfort in each other while strolling foreign lands, basking in the era of alone-time forever, and of course, being able to occasionally walk around the lounge naked. As much as they adore their parents, they have incurred their wrath by depriving them of a playmate. Alas, what can the parents do but to subsequently crawl back into their grandchild-longing-land. And the young couple continued to relish their precious precious minutes together, firmly believing that as long as they have each other, it's happiness, and it's enough.

But as fate would usually have it, things started to change. They don't know when or where it happened, but somewhere along the journey, they changed their thinking. Maybe it was loneliness, or maybe they finally feel able to take on more responsibility; they now think maybe an addition to the family would not be as bad as they thought.

:)

I started feeling anxious and uneasy a little over a week ago, and Baby Hubz was just plain excited. We went to a specialist and everything just fell in place. Affirmative.

Dearies, I'd like you to meet the proud Mama and Dada..

And since you were so kind and patient,

Say hello to the Tran's family addition..

Jarlsberg (left) and Mozzarella (right)

Ain't they just the cutest thing since a million years??

See how chubby Jarlsberg got after just TWO days at home!

Mozzarella at the back, showing off his rounded bottom.

I swear we can sit there and stare at them and laugh out loud for hours and hours. Responsibility never felt this heartwarming.

Now we know why Mum and Dad rushed us for kids. Not just for the smile on your face, but also the joy they bring to your life.

Groovin' to the Groove

2008-10-07T12:23:00.006+11:00

Missy has never been much of a big beat, electronica, or house-fan. Well, not much might be taking it a little too pleasantly; perhaps not at all would better hit the spot. Loud and heavy beats screw up my head, every-single-time.

That is, until these beats drum out from Baby Hubz' iTunes, while I was laying on the couch with my book on a very lazy Saturday noon.

Missy is converted since.

Say hello to my newfound friend, people. Say hi to the Groove Armada.

And meet the duo behind the attract-factor, Andy Cato and Tom Findlay.

Now that I've opened up to this new world, I really find it quite irresistible. Sure I adore my classics, jazz and all things blue, but this is different! There is a light and airy touch to the usual beats. And I find it kind of fresh, kind of pure, and kind of.. kinky. Something within just strikes me, or maybe just because I'm changed.

Whatever.

Basically still a noob to this genre of music, so I obviously can't give any spectacular review or anything, just a squeal of delight at discovering something new.

If you're thinking of stepping out and embracing something new too, check out my ~~two~~ three favourites; I See You Baby (Fatboy Slim Remix), My Friend, and Think Twice. Superstylin is nice too if you crave something heavier.

These tunes have been drumming in my ear for the past few days. Still ain't bored, baby!

Shoo!!

2008-09-27T18:36:00.004+10:00

Missy is pissed, to say the least. And tempted bad to hurl abuse, but no, I think she's over it.

Not to mean she's not pissed. Over it, as in over the notion of feeling pissy and immortalize the feeling in words.

I realized that over a year back, I've started to make this blog a happier space. Not yet 100%, but most definitely less anger, more love. And I really do like it that way.

Well, you won't hear it, but right this instant, sexy, soft jazz is floating dreamily in the early spring sky. And Missy's mood lifted considerably. What say you we forget whatever that's clogging the happy nerves, and focus on the beautiful things in life?

Sounds good to me!

Princesses at the Mount

2008-09-24T11:41:00.002+10:00

I told you we'll be back. And very soon, indeed. In fact, this is already considered a much belated post.

Dolls At The Mount this time is an equally, if not more anticipated experience. My sweet wifey's sweet 24th. Between you and me, this far surpassed our tea at Sofi's.

Viv made sure of that. Oh yes, she did.

Just look at our feast, will you? Just look at it..

The scones were a delight, undoubtedly. But the two tiers of delicacy promptly made its way onto our love-list too. Where should I start?

The classic nanna sponge were light and I'd say, just right. It's sweet, but not overclouding the sourish tang of the berry jam sandwiched between a slather of cream and soft sponge. A delightful companion to a sip of good ol' Devonshire tea.

The roly-poly sandwiches also proved to be an absolute balance on the palate. Too bad Missy ain't high on white bread (don't ask me why I can do scones instead, because there is NO question in that), but otherwise, a perfect concoction of fresh salad and either ham, turkey, beef and egg. We believe Viv slipped in some special homemade relish in between some as well. Wifey and I can both vouch for this gorgeous touch.

Among the beautiful spread, little treats were hidden on the plate too. Baby yo-yos, little chocolate balls, and..

Another love-at-first-sight: this creamy PINK cupcake, specially for lou por. Pink and rosy. Pink because it's lovely, gentle and sophisticated. Pink because it's for you.

Happy birthday, wife!

*Oh yes, we packed up whatever that is left to tempt, because we wouldn't be able to finish the high-tea platter even if our life depended on it anyway. And we got another serve of chocolate scones just to wrap the experience in its grand finale.

Verdict? Purrrrrfect.

Or, almost anyway.

Viv brought along this recipe book in all kindness. But I'm not gonna spoil the fun here.

Well, why not drop in for your own whole new tea experience at Dolls At The Mount. There's plenty to discover, I can say that much ;)

Crash (2005)

2008-09-23T10:42:00.004+10:00

We've heard about this movie quite some time ago, but just never got down to it. A weekend off for both of us, a grocery trip and chancing upon a video store SO close by home, meant we finally popped a beer each and settled to watch Crash.

A splendid film by Paul Haggis, who also penned Million Dollar Baby by the way. And judging from both styles, I'm gonna make a safe bet to say he deals with our deepest emotion, bringing sensitive issues to the surface and suffice to say, not without some massive heart-wrench, in which case, I love him already.

Crash is a compelling film dealing with issues of racism and the chain effects of. What makes it truly remarkable was the fact that the movie spans the duration of 36 hours in which you, and I, were brought headlong into a web of provocative thoughts and fervent memories.

If 36 hours already see such coincidences, challenges and realizations, what must it be like living in LA?

Certainly not for the faint-hearted.

An amazing cast of real life, each contrasting and complementing each other; black and whites, the young and old, the poor and rich, the talented and mediocre, the kind residents and the people who were driven to desperation. However you see this film, you will come out of it a different person.

This poster above depicts one of my favourite scenes. It is so powerful, I still get goosebumps thinking about it. The pure innocence of love, I tell you.

A brilliant, brilliant intelligent film. I cannot recommend enough.

Trilogy Trio

2008-09-20T10:44:00.008+10:00

Much has been said, and heard, may I stress, about rosehip oil. No links here, but I assure you a quick google will yield enough results to make you jump out of your chair the very instant to the nearest pharmacy or departmental store available. That said, I can only lament that I did not succumb any sooner.

And so, with pompous drum rolls and massive fireworks, only because they more than worth the extravagance; my dearest readers, I present to yous, my absolute favourite skincare of the ~~moment~~ ~~year~~ decade.

Left to right: Trilogy Certified Organic Rosehip Oil, Trilogy Cream Cleanser, Trilogy Hydrating Mist Toner.

Winter has just passed and not without leaving its visible trail of dryness on my skin. My first application of the oil few weeks prior, brought the glimmer of hope back to my eyes. I knew I was saved.

Frankly speaking, the word "oil" was the main culprit in putting me off the action all this while. I mean, oil and face just don't seem to complement each other, in Missy's humble opinion. But no, this oil, this amazing rosehip oil is far from damaging your skin. It's like the first plunge into freshwater after 2 months in the sea; your skin's oasis in the vast Sahara. Yes, I cannot be at all subtle about this.

As for the two supporting products, I have equally high praises.

The cream cleanser is totally a God-sent on late nights when you really can't be bothered but you know you have to take off your make-up, however light, and prep it to recover overnight. So, imagine, instead of 1) remove make-up and pulling your already scant lashes while doing so, 2) double cleanse your face, 3) pat on toner, 4) dab eye cream, 5) serum, 6) moisturiser, double moisturiser; now my routine becomes 1) wash off make-up (yes, mascara too!) with said cleanser, 2) warm 3 drops of oil between palms and massage face and neck and 3) gingerly stare at my reflection and grin, hehe no, I don't do that ALL the time, God no!

And the mist, a perfect complement to an already talented sister. During the course of the day, when you just need a tad of moisture boost, to perk up the skin, well guess what, it's there. It's sitting there patiently awaiting its debut. Whole day/ night out? Spray, spray and you're good as new. And not that you don't already know, but Missy LOVES anything and everything hassle-free.

So there you have it, my can't do without, won't do without Trilogy Trio. Only problem is, Spring is fast approaching and I'm really wondering what the mix of oil and heat will bring. Well, I'll know soon, and obviously, yous will know soon too. Till then, stay hydrated!

I honestly love you

2008-09-18T07:47:00.003+10:00

All these while, I've been told quite frequently that I am a kind person. Too kind at times, which makes me look silly, but that's not the point today.

I always wonder if that was true, if I am indeed nice by nature, because that word is just too vague and overused. So much so that people will just throw that word around in various forms and you won't know if they actually mean it. Heck, it could very well be this century's Colloquial of the Century, for goodness sake; sorry, pun very much intended.

I need an answer.

And thanks to the world wide web, I think I finally found it.

Join me, along with the throngs of nice people in the world, to spread some love in the Well of Positivity, an initiative by Mt Franklin in supporting the National Breast Cancer Foundation. For each positive message or comment you drop in the well, Mt Franklin will donate $1 to the Foundation. Note: Positive.

Now, I can't say for everyone, but I definitely got busy dropping and commenting and whatnots. It's kind of like a therapy, you know. The do-good therapy. Hard to believe, but I just spent the entire of my last evening in the well, and that's when this thought came to my mind, "Hey, I think everyone's right! I think I really am nice!".

I could be wrong, but the thought is really warming up to me now. Yay, I'm nice!

Loves.

I especially missed you today.

2008-09-04T08:16:00.005+10:00

The cruise around food blogs all over the world lately have brought back childhood memories of nanna, or I'd much rather call, popo. My popo is the world's greatest cook. Ever. In my tiny little heart during those innocent days, anyway.

Now, I don't know about your popo, but mine, being of Chinese descendant, is the epitome of mega-supercook. No measuring cup, no weighing scale, no labeled teaspoons, and no recipe books (which isn't really a good thing now that I think back). But her masterpieces were just amazing. In fact, I can't recall a single dish that came out of her kitchen as anything short of perfect. Except perhaps the Three-layer Pork dish that everyone tried to force down my throat. I'm just not that kind of layered pork person, in case you haven't noticed..

But other than that, everything else was perfect. Even when she served me cold durian flesh with rice, I gobbled the whole thing up like a 5-year old kid. No, wait a minute, I was a 5-year old kid. And I LOVE her White Sugar Cake, yes, I'm amazed too I didn't grow out of my mini mini sized pjs, but let's not get there.

I have on several occasions, not without a threatening edge to my tone, pleaded popo to teach me a signature dish or two, or twenty four; sweet/ savoury Glutinous Rice Dumplings, Oatmeal Prawns, Stirfry sliced liver with ginger and shallot, Angkoo Kuih, Homemade bouncy Fishballs, Yoong Taufu, Curry Fish Head, assorted Mooncakes, you know I can go on forever, right?, Mee Siam, Sweet Sauce Steamed Fish, Yam Cake, Smooth Beancurd with honeyed Brown Sugar Glaze, and how can I forget the sweets and cookies during Chinese New Year? Yes, all single-handedly made.

You could be thinking if my popo is THAT good, why do I still fail to whip up a simple fare for two?

Well, if you must know, popo never did teach me any of her secrets, or anything much for that matter. She said, "If I must impart, then it is your Mum who ~~should~~ must learn first before she can pass on the skills to you." Needless to say, Mum never learnt, and I don't even have the chance to dream.

Over the years, I never thought much about how important cooking skills are for a woman. But now, I know. And I'm filled with regret. I hope it's not too late.

As a form of self-encouragement, I want to attempt aforementioned dishes marked in bold. I won't lie, it's gonna take a long, long while. But, I will one day browse around and remember this pledge I made, on a quiet day when I really missed popo.

Dolls on the Mount

2008-08-28T21:52:00.004+10:00

Tell me, how would you like to strut up to an Edwardian-style villa, ring the doorbell, have someone aproned in crisp, white linen open the door and usher you (a complete stranger) into her house, shows you her massive collection of dolls through the past decade, distracts you with an even more impressive collection of china, sits you down and bakes you a few absolutely to-die-for scones while you sip on steaming smooth, earthy tea?

Tell me, 'cos I need to know I'm not the only one who, having ventured in, will be dreaming of very wicked dreams the few nights thereafter; very wicked dreams that entail warm, fluffy scones halved to reveal a bloom of buttery aroma, piled with a lashing of whipped cream and homemade berry jam, the sensation of sinking your teeth into it, only to feel the bite of tart sweetness melt in your mouth. Very Wicked indeed.

Dolls at the Mount, 54 Mount Street, Heidelberg. I'd suggest to go on a weekday, because really, you'd want to have the whole place to yourself - with your best girl, of course. Just so you can ooh and aah at every single thing all over the place.

You'd also want to order a serve of everything, if only stomachs are created to expand for scones. Definitely, definitely try the Devonshire Tea, with traditional plain scones, fresh out of the oven, and a pot of tea/coffee of choice. The "Fat Rascals" Fruit Scones will be good as an extra touch, with two fat scones bursting with fruit bits, also comes with a pot of tea.

While you are placed in a dilemma for choice, your girl will also be torn among a few, say, the savoury Cheese Scone, or the Chocolate Scone, or something to share perhaps? The high tea selection - two tiers of sandwiches, cakes and biscuits and an extra basket of scones - sounds perfect.

Thankfully, Vivienne Dodd, the waitress, owner and the magic hands behind those 10/10 scones, will put you out of your misery. Just get one each! I can???!

What was I thinking? Of course I can! Everything is baked fresh upon order. Sip on your delicate cup of tea and idly chat about the latest hairstyle, the 10 minutes wait is totally worth it.

Oh, and let's not forget the perfect collection of teacups, saucers, plates, teapots, cosies, the whole nine yards. Have I ever told you about my passion for mismatched crockery? Have I?

Vivienne also serves a visually tantalising lunch of creamed pumpkin soup with scones. A fact that we were fortunate enough to find out (and smell) when two aged ladies ordered exactly that. Again, served on very pretty china bowl on a platter. I can swoon endlessly..

Well, a big thank you to Vivienne, the hunt for scone has finally yield very satisfactory results. And that translates to a very happy Missy.

But of course, all this will not be possible if you haven't got a wife as great as mine. Thank you, lou por!

You can read about other equally satisfied experiences here. And here.

Mark my words, we will be back soon.

It can never go wrong

2008-08-21T11:08:00.004+10:00

As much as I try to keep a positive outlook on a lot of matters, sometimes there still lurk that dark piece of cloud, hovering over you, covering all sense of worth, making you wonder what really went wrong.

I'm sure you have all experienced days when every single thing in your life just seem to go opposite ways, leaving you with suicidal thoughts through the day.

Or maybe, it was just loneliness.

I received a call for help one morning. It was from my best chum. Now, I don't know about everyone else, but being far away from my chummies make me vulnerable. That, and lonely. Especially in times when we could really do with girly chat over a tall glass of iced milk and some chocolate chip cookies.

Being the faraway Missy that I already am, I was vulnerable to the idea of flying home and keeping my dearest and nearest as close as possible. While contemplating this very important decision, my eyes strayed and just like how miraculous signs appear out of nowhere to guide Harry Potter through his adventures, my prayers were answered in the form of a link. From the food section of New York Times, no less.

So, to my best girl, I made some chocolate chip cookies to mend your broken heart. And I made them goddamn good.

Chocolate Chip Cookies that make things right

This is mostly an experimental recipe, I must say. Very anticipated too, seeing different reviews raved about the same strategies, which I have kindly listed here to make things less scary:

The combination of cake and bread flours.
The resting time for the dough.
The sprinkling of salt just before baking.
The mega size, which really, doesn't need much convincing.

Well, now that you know the secret, it seems only polite to inform that Missy, being Missy, tweaked quite a few parts, and they still turn out incredibly fabulous. Below is the original recipe that I followed, loosely.. only because my recipe will probably drive you insane.

Enjoy.

Ingredients

240g cake flour*
240g bread flour*
a heaping tsp baking soda
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 tsp salt
280g unsalted butter, softened
280g brown sugar
240g granulated sugar
2 eggs
few drops vanilla extract
500g chocolate chip/ chunk*
sea salt

*There are plenty of explanation as to why David Leite wanted to use two different flours, mainly to achieve the spectacular texture, nice and crunchy, yet soft and chewy. I won't try to explain the long-chain protein and gluten content of the flours and the dramatic influence they have on the final cookie, but if you do so desire to know, follow this exact recipe and bake a batch to test.

Also, this recipe calls for chocolate disks (fèves) for a more even distribution of chocolate swirl in each bite, but believe me, these cookies taste perfect with your usual chocolate chips or chunks. I used dark chocolate based on personal preference, but feel free to go for milk chocolate, I've heard orgasmic results from a mix of both ;)

How to

Sift flours, baking soda, baking powder and salt in a medium bowl. Leave aside.
Cream butter and sugars with a mixer until fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add egg, one at a time, and mix well after each addition. Add the vanilla extract and mix again.
Add in the dry ingredients. Mix well. I suggest to use a spatula at first to briefly incorporate all ingredients. Then beat together with a hand mixer until a soft dough forms.
Mix in the chocolate chips with a spatula.
Press plastic wrap against the dough and refrigerate for at least 24 hours.
When ready to bake, preheat oven to 180deg. Take your dough out of the refrigerator and let it soften for a bit. Drop golf-ball sized dough on the baking sheet, and be sure to space them out. Sprinkle with sea salt, and bake for 15 minutes until golden.

For those with weaker determination, you can bake a small batch straightaway in the name of experimenting. For those who trust that the 24 hour and 36 hour will be worth the wait, I'm here to tell you, you are SO right. The cookies have a depth in texture and taste that teases you ceaselessly, crowding your mind and turning all your attention to the kitchen. Or, to be more specific, towards the clean, white plate on the kitchen bench on which the cookie patiently beckons.

And it's quite hard to resist, this one.

Rainy Day Cupcakes

2008-08-13T10:00:00.002+10:00

Two days ago, it started pouring a little after mid-day. Thank God, Missy was saved from having to step out to work due to some very welcomed circumstances, and so, her eyes twinkled, her mind set to bake some cupcakes.

I have to pat myself on the back for this.

With minimal ingredients, which left me to resort to what I like to do best; substituting each and every ingredient that the recipe calls for, these little gems sure turned out incredibly good!

I have to admit this. As much as Missy loves her baked goods, she never seem to be able to make a really good muffin. I mean, sure, I've had my fair share of bakings before here and there, and they are alright, but they never seem to be as fluffy and to-die-for as those tempting you from behind the baker's window, you know.

And it worries me so. For someone who can die for a muffin, like literally, it really is mean fate if she can't bake a decent batch.

So, to her surprise and delight, these cupcakes came out of the oven smelling exactly like the fresh brew you would smell in the early mornings before you go to work, WITH the springy fluffiness reminiscent of melting clouds.

I now call them, my Rainy Day Coffee Cakes.

*The original recipe makes 24 cupcakes. Mine was a halved version and a mismatched array of muffins, cupcakes and ramekin-cakes, whatever I have on hand. Original recipe calls for coffee and chicory extract which I obviously don't have, but made do by stirring 3 heaped teaspoons of coffee granules and 1 teaspoon of sugar with 1 tablespoon of boiling water. Also, I've ran out of buttermilk, so I dropped a few drops of vinegar into my milk and let stand while I assemble the rest of the ingredients.

Ingredients

65g olive oil
65g soft brown sugar
1 egg
few tsps coffee extract*
85g self-raising flour
50ml buttermilk*
60g icing sugar
40g cream cheese

How to

Preheat oven to 150°C/300°F. Line your cupcake/ muffin trays with patty cases.
Beat sugar, egg and oil with an electric hand mixer until creamy. Mix in 3 teaspoons of coffee extract.
Fold in sifted flour and a pinch of salt into creamed mixture. Gently mix in the buttermilk until combined.
Spoon mixture into patty cases only 2/3 full and bake for 25-30 minutes. Leave in tray to cool.
To make icing, in a small bowl, combine remaining extract with cream cheese and icing sugar. If too thick, add a teaspoon of boiling water. If too watery, you can either add more coffee granules for a more bitter aroma, or cocoa powder for a sweeter finish.
Spread icing over cupcakes just before serving and relish the bitter sweetness of these little heaven.

Oh, and for those who can't be bothered whipping up some decadent icing, I have found peanut butter to go really well with these coffee delights.

The next time you find yourself cooped at home on a rainy day, remember to make yourself a steaming cup of tea and enjoy my Rainy Day Coffee Cakes, best served warm with melted peanut butter. Gently scoop the top of your cakes out, place a dollop of peanut butter into the valley and let the salty sweet goodness melt into the cake. SO GOOD.

Shiseido - The Skincare

2008-08-12T10:00:00.000+10:00

Age and aging can be cruel to women.

Which is why it is always better to be prepared way in advance.

Although I have yet to reach mid-twenties, living in the dry and crazy Melbourne can only mean one thing to my skin - vulnerable.

Growing up in my hometown of humid Malaysia, I never needed to do anything extra for my skin. In other words, I had pretty darn good skin! Yes, with freckles splashed across my cheeks may seem unusual for a Chinese kid, but I assure you, other than cleansing my face every morning and night, my skin care regime involved only drinking plenty of water.

So, imagine how perplexed I got when my skin started behaving in ways I never knew of; dry, with occasional sensitive red blotches.

But, never one to bow down to crisis, I seeked for answers. That was when I got introduced to Shiseido's The Skincare range.

The Skincare is great for all skin types, though it may be a good idea to first test it on your skin. Go to any Shiseido booths in departmental stores and have the ladies explain and test which product is suitable for your skin type. Shiseido has Beneficiance for the more matured skin and White Lucent for those wanting to brighten up their skin. I'm sure the ladies will introduce other range for you depending on what you are looking for.

As for me, I'm currently loving the rich, yet mild nourishing night cream from The Skincare. The texture reminds me of gentle thick cream that will definitely go well with the smoothness of poached apricots. Upon application, The Skincare night essential moisturizer's velvety finish seeps deep into your skin and lasts till the moment you wake up the next morning.

I'm not one to absent-mindedly throw all my savings into beautifying myself. I am just one little woman who happens to love the great skin I'm in.

08.08.08 Getaway

2008-08-11T12:02:00.006+10:00

The weekend past, everybody else would be planting their behinds very firmly in front of the television (or in the case of those in Beijing, in the heat of stadium's seats) in anticipation of 08.08.08 at 8.08pm for the grand opening of Olympics'08.

However, being the non-follower of majority, we promptly jumped in the car and headed South East for a weekend getaway. About 1 hour 45 minutes later, hellooo Mornington Peninsula ;)

I'm tempted to give you the lowdown of the place and how it looked like, but having just had two whole days of "I don't want to do anything", how about you go right here instead to get a better look, hey?

This kind of view in this kind of weather in the peak of winter, one couldn't really ask for more, can they?

Needless to say, out came the bathing suit and in we splashed into the heat of an outdoor jacuzzi. Heavenly jets of water gently thumping and massaging your back, arms, waist, butt and thighs. While we're on a roll there, we laid back and sipped some white wine and marvelled at the weather and played with our rubber duckie.

Oh, and by we on this trip, I meant 12 including Baby Hubz and I. And hot tub seats 8, so we're one of the first four couples to jump in. In a weirdly logical way, that kind of ensured the hygiene of the jacuzzi. IfyougetwhatImean ;)

And if you think getaways like this will sacrifice either your pocket or your satisfaction, you're so wrong.

We took turns to prepare meals; spicy hotpot dinner on the first night, 2 breakfasts (consisting gorgeous scrambles, bacon, baked beans, hash browns, and pancakes with ice-cream), a bbq lunch and a steak dinner with sides of potatoes and vegetables on the second day. Let's not forget alcohol, soft drinks and snacks freeflow.

The whole trip is well under $300 per couple. Pretty amazing, I'd say, considering if you decided to head out to a fancy dinner in town, you're looking to fork out at least $200 already.

So, if you're just like the Missy, looking to take a break without straining the purse strings, here's what I can suggest:

Forget about one month overseas. Take a short break and make it count.
Include a group of friends. The bigger the group (and of course, you will need to want to take a break with those guys to begin with), the more you save and the more fun you'll have.
Don't take a vacation as a sign to splurge unrealistically. It's more about resting your mind and body. But, obviously, I don't mean you have to bitch about everything you eat during that two days. Loosen up! Pamper your senses, focus on the little things to be grateful for.
Plan your trip well. It will control your budget and let you know how much exactly you're spending.
Find places that already have facilities to cater to boredom-alert, or at least the cost is already inclusive of those facilities so you know what you're getting into and less surprise of additional costs. Alternatively, line up games and activities that you can play in the comfort of your own skin. We played Charades and totally loved it!

We absolutely savoured every moment of this well-deserved break. But, of course, you can already tell..

The adventure of the scone-seeking Mistress

2008-08-05T15:43:00.007+10:00

As if the past two weeks (birthday weeks, may I stress) were not indulgent enough, I have to risk being an obese elephantasaurus at the end of this year with my constant craving for treats.

Tea time treats, to be precise. You know, those little scrumptious darlings that put joy into a cup of English Breakfast on a late Sunday noon?

Wifey has been such a darl, planning a high tea session fit for two princesses. It seemed like ages ago, but really, it was about half a year ago that we graced Windsor's grand ballroom for an afternoon of relaxation. This time round, it was Sofi's.

While we both weren't as impressed with Sofi's as we did Windsor, it left me craving for more. Which may not necessarily mean a good thing.

What's a Missy to do then, before she turns into a cranky female?

She decides to set out looking at the least possible and most possible places for the almighty scone, just to sate her curiosity.

Yet, one of the dilemmas of city living; you can search high and low, east and west, and still, you find NOwhere with a decent scone to boast about.

So guess where did I find scone no.1??

Brumby's, your trusted local bakery. For $1.80, you got yourself a date scone plus the satisfaction of finally holding a scone in your trembling hands. How well would it satisfy your tastebuds though.. is a very different experience altogether.

And for scone no.2, I decided to venture into the highly acclaimed Laurent Patisserie despite my worn-out jeans and dirty pink sweater. Lo and behold, they had NONE. That's right, folks. You would have thought that a classy boulangerie charging premium prices for a tiny babycake that disappears into your mouth in one single bite would at least have the decency to drench the whole house in the buttery aroma of a scone, but nope, "I'm sorry, we don't sell scones here."

Well well, Missy then combed the whole street clean in search of another bakery in par of class. After what positively seemed like 45 mins of walk, her eyes literally popped out of her head when she glimpsed the sexy dark interior of Browns, and even more ecstatic to see little gems of scones sitting serenely on a beautiful cake stand. And wait, here's more. For $1.70, you get a fruit scone bursting with raisins, apricots and currants AND the satisfaction of scoring a scone in such fine bakery at a LOWER cost! That equals to a Happy Missy!

And thus began the moment of truth..

El cheapo VS fine & dandy

As you can see from the texture, Brumby's offers a heavier bun-like scone whereas Browns' is a more sophisticated bread-like scone.

The verdict?

Disappointment all around.

For less than $2, you really can't trust any bakery to sweep you off your feet.

Brumby's scone was hard, like really h a r d. Especially after lightly warmed up for 10 seconds, it came out fluffy for 2 seconds before turning rock-hard. I scooped out all the dates (which wasn't really a lot to begin with) and left a pile of flour cookie in the bag.

As for Browns, they tasted alright, and very generously flecked with juicy fruit bits, but look, if I had wanted a spongey cake, I would have gotten one. When I say I crave for scones, I CRAVE FOR SCONES. Needless to say, I left a pile, albeit a tinier pile, of soft, bread clouds.

With all the hard work I put into locating these scones, I regret to say I would be better off just sipping my cup of tea in the comfort of my home sweet home..

Better luck next time?

24-year old Princess

2008-08-01T11:51:00.003+10:00

This is super belated, but Happy Birthday to me :)

When one passes the 20-year mark, one doesn't really has that much to look forward to. Not as compared to the blinding innocence of a child, anyway.

I still remember when I was young, when birthdays are almost the equivalent of once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a princess. Like an annual ritual, Blueberry cake would be special ordered, and it has to come in two tiers, complete with a rim of whipped cream. I would be dressed in balloon dresses of puffed sleeves and a big lace-flower brooch on one shoulder. Birthday presents would be wrapped in the most decadent manner; those of which remind you vividly of scandalous dark chocolate mousse flecked with tiny bright green pistachios and red silk ribbon all around. Only, of course, there was no chocolate nor silk ribbon. But definitely, definitely barbie dolls.

Now, I don't look forward to birthdays anymore. Simply because I know there won't be a Blueberry birthday cake specially baked just for 25th of July. Nor would there be a barbie dressed as a bride, gently waiting in her box.

Instead, I'll be content just to have Baby Hubz by my side. And sitting in the warmth of my new home, snuggled under the ultra-comfy mink throw. And perhaps, a little bowl of Greek yoghurt with bluelerries and almonds as company.

That would very much suffice :)

So, it was with this lack of expectation that I welcomed 25th July, 2008.

I played PSP while Baby Hubz left me alone during the late noon.

I was dressed to the nines, only to be left again, drinking on my own in the bustle of Friday night in the city.

Still, I was a grateful kid. Grateful to be taken out to a perfect dinner, with the perfect companion.

And though there was no Blueberry cake, I did have a Mixed Berry Birthday muffin.

And I had a gift, too.

A little book for a word-lover. Very apt, if not for the fact that there was no title, and I had no idea who wrote it.

And then he knelt. Took my hands in his, and asked if I still want to marry him at the end of this year.

I kissed him, love flowing from the core of my heart.

Yes, baby, I still do..

So, I did not have my Blueberry cake, complete with a rim of whipped cream, and desired presents stacked like in the morning of Christmas. But, I still get to be a Princess, a little 24-year old Princess who's loved by all.

And I'm sure like all fairytales, the Princess will live happily ever after with her Hero.

Quivering..

2008-07-23T21:55:00.002+10:00

Under this absolutely horrendous weather, the Missy decides to seek shelter here, and she's in shivers from head to toe..

It might be due to the 8°C that seems to mock at me through slashes of rain and mighty wind, OR even more likely, because yours truly celebrates the 24th in less than 2 days' time!!

That's 2 full rounds of the Chinese zodiac circle, my friends. For those not so acquainted with the 12 animals (myself included), let's cut the chase short: Yes, I'm a Rat.

So, I've been asked this, on several off-guard moments. You know, off-guard as in when you were skipping happily through the voyage of imagination, pastures of love spread vast ahead and your every senses brings warmth to your heart.. and it happened. It's uninvited. You're unprepared.

A little knock on the side of your mind's window, a tiny but nagging voice haunting your dreams, "What are you so happy about? What have you done to claim these happiness? Do you even DESERVE to be happy? Don't lie to yourself, or maybe yeah, go ahead and try.. because you can lie to everyone in this world, but you can't lie to one person, and that is me, which is yourself, which eventually is controlled by me anyway.. yada yada yada yada.."

A Rat, by my definition, is a sneak. A smart sneak at that. It goes around sniffing for food, and by the holy cow's milk I pray, don't they always find it? And without getting caught too. Gotta give them credit for this.

Myself? I don't just sneak around. I sneak around myself. Yes, you got that right. I even try to deceive myself, that's about as sneaky as anyone can get. And oh, don't even get me started on the morale and social issues that come with it, because that will just push me further, or should I say "deeper" into deception?

Anyway, with birthdays come the unforgiving responsibility of growing up and learning that you don't know everything. I kinda look forward to that actually.. but no, hang on a minute, I don't think I do..

But I say, why not ditch all this talk and seek comfort in good ol' companies, happy foods, a drink or twenty four, and forget for a moment, Damn I AM a Rat!

Smell with your heart

2008-07-22T08:12:00.005+10:00

7.36am, the air is still and cold.

Early morning does wonder to my senses; I may not be able to see or notice things that are right in front of me, nor will I be alert enough to plan things right, but dearest all, don't challenge my sniffing radar on these early mornings.

Cos baby, I can smell a fresh brew from 300 miles away..

And yes, my heart will be flowing that direction and stay there well till lunchtime is over.

The beauty of senses lies in how each different sense complements each other and brings out your most imaginative power.

The strong, nutty aroma dancing in the morning breeze. You can almost taste the milky froth of soy before the stinging sensation of bitter cocoa touches your lips. Two steps down and you'll be greeted by the buttery taste of warm, crisp croissant; soft and fluffy, with lightly browned shell edges that give way to the slightest touch. Nutty and buttery, for a moment you'll be living the idyllic past time of Parisians among the outdoor boulangeries.

Ah.. caffeine.. I'll have me a skinny latte now, please

We have moved!!

2008-07-20T11:31:00.003+10:00

Okay people, welcome to the Home of Tran ;)

Last year this time, I went missing for a bit mainly due to relocation. As you will have picked up, we have since moved out of the high and dandy of Chevron, into the cosy and homey South Yarra love shack.

It was a pain, moving and cleaning and all. So may I also take this chance to say how much I love and thank you guys: Val & Leon, and Dexter. Without you guys, we most likely would still be crawling with china bags up the trams until next year. So yeah, WE LOVE YOU GUYS!!

Now that we're settled (we just finished unpacking last night) and can officially call this our home, allow me to present..

The Home of Tran..

Before: The empty space that is/ will be the lounge

After: The warm little room to chill and have guests ;)

Before: A cold room

After: Where Master and Mistress rest their heads at night

You might not get the vibe through these pictures, but trust me, it's shouting "Love me, and you can't bear to stay away for too long!" all over the place. It is, afterall, a place of our own :)

We spent some hubby-wifey time yesterday turning this space into a home, pampered ourselves with a simple feast using the oven, and just laid back to watch a movie or two.

I'm all filled with love. If you have a minute to spare sometime after lunch, feel free to join me counting the blessings :)

Stay well, my dears.

Rainy Days and Thursdays

2008-07-10T08:19:00.007+10:00

Somehow I thought of Carpenter's Rainy Days and Mondays this morning. No, I take that back. I wasn't just thinking; I practically couldn't get that song out of my mind!

Well, it IS afterall a rainy day. Only it's Thursday here in Melbourne, 8.7°C with little diamond droplets falling from the sky.

Weird to say, even though I was repeating this song over and over, and over, in my head the whole morning, I did not in the least bit felt the rain got me down. In fact, I couldn't be any chirpier considering I finished late last night, went home for a brief sleep and up I got for work again at the break of dawn this morning. IN THE RAIN. At 7°C, might I add. I could almost feel my blood frozen during its journey to the tip of my fingers. I imagine ten little red popsicles with green and purple jelly strips that you might have seen when you were little, very much so like the one in your imagination.

Ok, that's random, but anyway, since Missy's on a random roll this morning, here's the song for those of yous who'd like to know, or would love to revisit oldies..

Rainy Days and Mondays

Words & Music by Paul Williams & Roger Nichols

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

I'm beginning to see this in a lighter.. erm, light. And maybe everything in life can be seen in a lighter shade, if only we deviate from the usual heartbreaker. Try and see how it works for you, and don't forget to let me know ;)

Oh, and regarding that yoga path I was dying to take? I'm seriously looking into it. I might just fly off to India someday for all you know. Yes, I'm THAT into it now.

What defines a 'friend'?

2008-07-03T21:05:00.003+10:00

"Friend" - what does it mean, really?

I have been keeping myself happy, or trying to anyway, these past months. And may I say I've done a bloody good job! I've learnt to look at things in a brighter and more desirable light, as opposed to the image of a broken bulb, that is.

I'm still learning. It never was easy.

I remember I once said to an acquaintance, years back, over ~~bottles~~ glasses of Riccadonna and slices of greasy pizzas, 2am in a street side cafe.

In my vocabulary, there's no such a thing as 'friend'. There's only acquaintance, or your best mate; and the line between is too thin to accommodate 'friends'.

Today, out of the blue, I thought about this notion of mine, years back.

4.22am. Wide awake, lying on my side. Thousands of thoughts pushing through with rush hour tickets. I wanted to sleep, I really did. But it wasn't a luxury I can afford lately.

So, back to 'friend', maybe it was the process of growing up, or maybe it was just darn tired of being pushed around, OR MAYBE I was just mad at myself for being the easy target to be pushed around; I'm back to declaring, NO, I have NO friends.

Only because those whom I hold dear to my heart are NOT friends. They are my soul. And because those whose existence I couldn't care any lesser, well then.. I really can't be fucked.

Life is still beautiful. Don't blame me, honey, I'm just a bursting bubble trying my very best to recreate the protective sheen that is as fragile as myself.

Facebook can do wonders!

2008-06-26T08:37:00.004+10:00

Some time ago, Missy felt a little worthless and helpless. It wasn't anything mild considering that her friend, Mr Depression, left for gloomier pastures only 2 years before, and she had only stopped all medication a little before that. Although it's nothing suicidal yet but it's definitely putting a strain on her self-esteem as well as her relationship with anyone who came within the 2mile radius.

And that is when I came to know about Laura Benjamin, a fellow writer no doubt, and also a coach in various aspects. Truth is, I searched for ways to overcome communication ~~disasters~~ failures. Not that I think I'm crap when it comes to conveying thoughts, but when everything goes the wrong way and you're down in the dump, you just want to do something, anything, and set things right again.

I loved Laura as a woman. I see her like the guardian nanna who teaches you life's lessons from the comfort of her kitchen while stirring a pot of winter soup. One of the many little details I got from her is (and, yay!) confidence. With confidence, I befriended Ms. Faith and Dr. Miracle.

Which comes to this post today.

I was attracted back to her blog yesterday with a simple title, "How Blogging Connected Birth Mom and Adopted Child 36 Years Later". And why wouldn't I? You and I both know Missy is a sucker for everything sweet and miraculous and amazing and.. yeah, you got that.

So, it all started with joining Facebook. (Oh, and welcome to Facebook, Laura! Give me a poke if you see me there) A little touch here, and a couple of looks there.. soon, Laura decided for a trip down memory lane and created a group for her high school, and eventually its very own little blog, www.cardinalmooneyhighschoolblog.com

It might sound err-no-way-you-too?!-coincident, but a day before I read Laura's blog, I just joined my own high school's Facebook group, SETA! Now that I think back, I did feel a rush of excitement when I was browsing through the picture gallery and looking at the list of groupies, especially old classmates. Good ol' memories, indeed.

Back to our subject, a young man named Matt left a comment to look for his birth parents, who, as you would have guessed, both attended Rochester NY Cardinal Mooney High School. Follow what happened next in Laura's post here.

The miracle of miracles in short, he DID find his birth mother and they FINALLY met after 36 years, when he was sent for adoption all those years ago.

Now, honey, if you don't call this amazing, or grandly newsworthy, I don't know what is. Till I give birth to my own twins in 4 years' time, this will remain one of the most joyous moments in life for me. And it doesn't even have anything to do with me! Amazing..

On a side note, I'm thinking to take up yoga & meditation. All in pursuit of MY search. Wonder how I'll fare..

mysoju

2008-06-25T10:13:00.003+10:00

Thanks to one of my babes far, far away, I've come to know this one site that I vow to love forever..

I present to you..

mysoju.com..

Right now, it's my perfect, quick Korean fix. Though with THAT list to go through, I don't think it'll be anything quick.

They have Japanese, Taiwanese and HK movies and dramas too! Oh, happy days!!

I Eat, I Pray, and I sure Love..

2008-06-22T17:50:00.005+10:00

Speaking of geniuses and/or heroines and/or women worth dreaming about, Elizabeth Gilbert definitely makes it to my list.

I'm currently 1/3 of my way through her journey in this splendid book, Eat, Pray, Love, and already I find myself living her world, thinking her thoughts and feeling deep within her.

This book is basically about The Search. Yes, The Search with capitals T and S. Why? Because, it's an untouchable, invisible force of searching. Each page brings with it new understanding of deeper understanding, as you will see once you flip the pages for yourself.

I'm inspired.

Though I can't possibly (not now, anyway) pack my bags and leave the country in pursuit of my search, I can, however, feel the motivation to live life fuller. I eat like it's the Italian's last chance to cook. I pray like that's the reason it rains and shines in India. And I love.. I love like the unconditional sway of banyan trees along the coasts of Indonesia.

Witty aside, this is one deeply inspirational and motivating read. God bless Liz!

And thank you, The Great Force of Being, for bestowing upon me the chance to realize how thoroughly blessed I am, with what I have and who I have. Things are never meant to be. If you are given, then please, open up the heart to let in gratitude.

Here's one I'm grateful for: Baby Hubz, and the life we share.

Here's three more of whom I officially give my heart to: my Twin, my Bi, my Wife.

And of course, there's ALWAYS the Family.

I heart you all.

Dumpling Darlings

2008-06-22T15:41:00.005+10:00

It's been quite some time. Missy has left this blog cold, and the kitchen unattended. And she feels terrible.

I got startled awake today by this ominous sense of guilt. Though it's nothing as exaggerated, but sure enough, my Internet connection is still a major disappointment. And like some kind of gentle sign, I realized that all but Google pages are down and inaccessible. (The Force has its way of telling you what to do, sometimes.)

Today was indescribably cold.. with drizzle dancing down the panes, and your hair standing along the length of your arm. I pulled out Baby Hubz's oversized sweater, and wrapped it snug around my body. And I, for some reason, thought of this Plump Pea Dumplings all the way from Heidi's cozy kitchen.

The imaginary lightbulb blinked drowsily for a few minutes, and finally lighted, in all its splendour. Following that was a whirlwind of boiling, processing and delicate wrapping.

I hope you like some absolutely flavourful pea parcels, bursting with the taste of Asian-Western (Aestern). I know I do.

Baby Pea & Ricotta Parcels

Adapted from 101 Cookbooks

I made my batches 3 ways*: little wontons, plumper dumplings, and massive ravioli.

*Yes, I just got lazy.

Ingredients

2 1/2 cups frozen baby peas
1 cup ricotta cheese
1/2 cup grated Tasty cheese (feel free to substitute for your cheese of choice)
2 tablespoons/ a swirl of olive oil
2 tablespoons/ a swirl of sesame oil
a dash of vinegar
a pinch of salt (adjust according to taste)

You will also need:

1 package of wonton wrappers

How to

Cook baby peas in boiling water, for about a minute or until they are bright green and floating to the surface of water. Once cooked, drain and run under cold water to stop cooking.
Blend peas, ricotta, olive oil, sesame oil, vinegar, and salt in a food processor. You can blend the mixture to your desired texture, but do stop short at turning them into a smooth paste. Trust me, you'll love to have a little of a bite to it.
Turn the pea mixture into a medium bowl and stir in grated cheese. Taste and adjust if needed.
Put a scant teaspoon of mixture onto the centre of wrapper, fold and seal, taking note to release any air inside the parcels.

Now, here's the best and worst part of it all. You know you're almost there, you can smell it right under your nose and sneak a taste when it dropped out of the case, but you JUST have to finish wrapping before you can cook and savour them little darlings.

But this is also where you can have your afternoon fun. I started out very patient, filling the wontons diligently and folding them perfectly. And they looked really cute when assembled on the plate. THEN, the Missy got tired and figured why not make it plumper, like dumplings bursting out of its cases. I rippled the sides and they looked even cuter than their under-developed brothers. A few minutes later, I don't care how they look anymore, and just want to speed up the process. I dropped a large spoonful of mixture onto one wrapper, wet the sides, and place another wrapper onto it. And there I have it. Baby Pea and Ricotta Ravioli. I am a genius.

In fact, I was so pleased with my lazy inventions, I promptly brought another pot of water to the boil, and slide in my ravioli for 2-3 minutes.

Lunch today was Baby Pea & Ricotta Ravioli served warm with Spinach, Tomato & Basil sauce.

And I thought that ominous sense of guilt will bring punishment.., who would've thought?!

31 hours, and then some..

2008-06-15T10:38:00.006+10:00

Delirious to report that waking up on Friday morning, Missy hence would stay awake for 31 or so hours before she finally lays her tiny head on the pillow. And fall instantly asleep, but that would have been a redundant statement.

Don't prode why, for work, and work commitment alone will push Missy beyond her reasonable reasonings.

Anyway, I woke up today feeling certain that rest is well-deserved, and it is technically STILL weekend. But no, it is Sunday and work beckons in 6 hours. I shook my pathetic head and stamped my foot firm on the carpeted ground, NO, I refuse to wallow in self-pity.

And that explains why Missy is here, typing feverishly with incoherent thoughts and thinking of lunch when she barely JUST finished her big bowl of oats with chopped dates, a sprinkle of wheatgerm and ground linseed, topped with sliced banana and raspberries. And may I make a slight detour to say it was absolutely DELISH!

Speaking of good tastes, I have a few things to update: the feet, the head and those in between.

The Feet

We went to Brunswick just few weeks ago to check out a small, buzzing cafe which has now become our much-loved chilling space. Minimo in itself deserves a mention in a blog post devoted to it, so please be patient with me.

So, anyway, we absolutely had a blast, satisfying our needs to sit down for a long, long undisturbed time, eating good (albeit a tad overpriced) food and keep yakking about me, her and hims :)

We've already made two trips down in a period of two weeks. On the first trip, we walked along blocks upon blocks of quirky shops, in the sole purpose to find the well-reviewed herb pizza. We found it, and decided it is now the well-delusioned herb pizza. To be fair, I think the base was alright, but the herbs at best can be described as a walking India+Lebanon made with hands that you don't want to know have touched what.

But yes, you're right, what has this got to do with the Feet?

During our quest for abovementioned pizza, we chanced upon a factory outlet selling cheap lingerie, underwear, socks and the likes. We totally had to browse at the kid's section. Even then, we did not manage to find a lot of good deals.

I did, however, score this:

So fluffy, so cute, so-keeping-my-feet-warm..

Also comes with little rubber base so the accident-prone Missy will not stumble on her own foot. Yay!

The Head

Now, this is much more straight to the point.

It was Friday the 13th. We had a haircut.

Black Friday was tonight, and tonight was the night.

Poniku new collection. I love this open collar Batman dress. Just the perfect dress for Black Friday, coupled with my newly acquired..

leggings.

Baby Hubz went crazy, but really.. there's nothing much I can do to stop that, you know..

I completed the look with black danglies.

And I loved the reflection looking back at me.

So I presented the finished look to Missy, and she nodded her approval.

I could have gone further with smokey eyes and the package, but decided I would rather not.

Black Friday finished at 3.30am for me, and before I know it, I transformed back into the clean make-up, skirt and suited lady in the office. Until 4pm, that is, because after that I was just a plain wreck.

The Sweet in-Betweens

Anniversary will be no anniversary with no cake. And though this does not count as a cake, at least it gave us something to hold our hands together and cut into.

Incredible flourless chocholate almond cake, with whole blueberry and almond. Believe it or not, the blueberry bite was THE BEST.

And of course, extra batter..

Equally yummy, and I mean Hubz-says-it's-amazing yummy. And Missy chuckles to herself knowing this yumminess is minus flour, minus butter fat and less sugar!

If he ever wants to debate on health vs good taste, who says the both won't co-exist?

A brief glance to the lower right corner of my screen shows me the time, and I involuntarily whined..

I hope I'll be back soon.

Last year that day..

2008-06-11T12:44:00.004+10:00

9th June, I'm pretty sure I've instilled this date in your mind for good, whether you want/ like it or not.

But yes, 9th June.

I still can't believe it has been one whole year. I wanted to say it's one long year that has come full circle, but I really can't, can I? First off, it has been a massive 365 days, but it has sneaked by so quietly, we were taken by surprise..

And secondly, what's one year compared to the rest of our lives, my darlings?

So, we decided to have a little celebration of our own. Something that is not too extravagant considering the event end of this year, but still memorable for the two of us. The two of us. The two of us. Why do I get such a rush of pleasure when these little words swirl around my tongue? The two of us..

I bought us some wine and Baby Hubz' favourite Raffaello.

*See that green note stuck on my keypad? He stuck them all over the place with sweet little messages. How does he know I LOVE having things to read?!* I love that boy..

Off to Donovans, we went..

It was very cosy inside Donovans. Very. Cosy. And classy.

Dim atmosphere. Checked.

Flickering candlelights. Checked.

Gentle music. Checked.

Upholstered armchairs. Checked.

Library, with stacks of books and wine. CHECKED.

We were like two little birds, fluttering around in excitement and exquisite pleasure. The staff who attended to us was very lovable, though it might be the strain of training or the prospect of generous tips more than genuinely want-to-be-friends friendly, you know..

We had wine, which I can safely say was a rare treat these days (if you don't think about the wine casks I stashed away somewhere in the bedroom).

*Pardon the lack of foodie photos. Dim lights are meant to be soaked by romance, not flashes, you see.

For starters, we had a plate of Four Tastes to share. We highly recommend this.

Baby Hubz was blown away by the bbq quail. In his own words, "Four Tastes had me at.. the quail." And I was equally satisfied with the parmesan stuffed and crumbed mushroom, and scallop baked in a tomato vinaigrette. The grilled capsicum and olive, though, was just alright.

Then we had both warm and cold oysters. Warm oysters was baked with spinach and spicy parmesan (YUMS), and cold Pacific oysters was served with citrus oil.

Mains, I had a seafood linguine done the extravagant way, complete with a grilled scampi on top; while Baby Hubz had his Queensland leader prawns, butterflied and grilled with chilli and oregano (Oh-My-God).

Not that he was starving, but I knew he wasn't full with his prawns and 1/2 plate of my food :) But to be fair, we did aim to go for desserts, so while waiting for my mains to digest, we had a chat.

We looked down Memory Lane with fond memories.

We both agreed that the past year has been very good.

Sure, there were lots of headaches..

And double the naggy tongue..

But, as long as we hold our hands near our heart, and kiss it gently with adoration, we realized it is a calm, peaceful and most importantly, a God-sent marriage.

And a marriage this beautiful ought to be celebrated. Always with the perfect company, followed by good food, some wine, and finished with a Sticky Mandarin Pudding with vanilla honeycomb ice-cream.

Even the chefs decided to send us some complimentary melt-between-your-fingers-like-totally!-and-seriously dark chocolate truffles dusted with cocoa.

Now that we're almost at the end of our journey, here's more for the list:

Attentive services. Checked.

FREE sweets. Checked.

Restrooms, complete with oil lampshades, rodeo bull & steer ropes, and hays. CHECKED!

It's hard to believe, but yes, this is the restroom.

Loving every moment* as your baby lou por, Happy Anniversary, baby.

*Ok, I lied. Loving about 87.62% of the time.. ;) More love on the way!

The Lady across the street

2008-05-29T21:36:00.003+10:00

Her vivid red hair was short, almost like a silky bandanna over her scalp. Clean. Neat.

I don't know what was it about her, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. There she stood, a street's width away from me, head slightly bobbing to what I could only guess to be the tunes of Rock. She wasn't perfect, hell no! Yet, she was just perfect.

I don't want to venture further, but the way her jeans ran snugly around her body captured me. Totally. Complete with an over-sized dark green jumper, I was hooked. Hooked to the extent that my heart skipped a bit, I think. I almost hated her.

Just when I think the universe could not be anymore cruel to me, it has to go and show me creatures like this, and totally make me eat back my own damn words. Why is it that some creatures are appallingly normal and decent, yet some are so heavenly spectacular? I stood still for a while, inadvertently scratching my toe nails against the dark granite. Oh, I was in pain, and I will unashamedly whine if need be. In fact, let's do just that!

I whine, and I sulk. And then the little green man appeared. She was walking towards me now. I couldn't move. I really want to do something amazing.. something unforgettable, something, anything, just to get her attention. Instead, I just stood there like a manic little puppy.

Hang on a sec, what was that? Was that a smile? Dear Lord, she smiled! At me!

I felt it, something was chocking me; a powerful force is tugging at my neck..

"Come on, Randy, come on now. Good boy, come along.."

Cookies that give me butterflies..

2008-05-25T12:10:00.011+10:00

Being annoyingly lazy aside, Missy has been ridiculously lazy. Both in the kitchen and the gym-room. Oh, and as Baby Hubz would testify, in the bedroom too..

But coming home late on Friday night, or rather, very early on a Saturday morning in the cold, cold, wind had sparked some kind of motivation in me which was drawn mainly from cravings. Sweet carbs.

Crunchy on the outside, moist on the inside Held in the palm, warmth spread through the realm Of buttery goodness it tantalizes, of tart sweetness it dances..

In fact, Missy is now nibbling away while typing idly with one hand, and the other hand under the chin trying to catch the crumbs that dangle precariously on her lips.

Onto the cookies.. one word: Love! They were so very yummy and bursting with comfort. It was a first for this recipe, and about 14 years since I last baked cookies, I think.

A couple of foreword: This was a halved version of an original recipe, thanks to Molly from Orangette, and was supposed to yield 40 small cookies. Either my cookie-definition of small is dangerously on the wrong side, or I'm just plain lazy, but one very important note is to drop the cookies in very small spoonfuls, like you would feed a toddler. AND leave at least an inch between each ball (as they tend to thin and spread as they bake). This, I learnt the hard way *ouch..* But nothing a second attempt won't fix, dearies!

Below is the adaptation of Molly's Buttermilk Cookies with Lemon Zest. They look nothing like mine, which translates to them being super cute and yummy-looking. Mine is more of a deranged cousin who, thank-God-for-genes, still has the great taste.

Mandarin Splash Buttermilk Cookies

Ingredients

Cookies:

1 and a half cups unbleached all-purpose flour*
1 tsp mandarin zest, grated and/or peel, finely chopped
1/4 tsp baking powder
6 tbsp (approx 85g) butter, at room temperature
3/4 cup raw sugar
1 egg
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1/3 cup buttermilk, well-shaken

Glaze: (optional)

2 tbsp well-shaken buttermilk
2 drops vanilla extract
sifted confectioners sugar, adjust to taste and thickness

*Being the health-conscious me as usual, I took a risk and substituted half a cup of flour with slightly more than half a cup of wheatgerm and ground linseed. I just needed to adjust the amount of buttermilk when mixing the dough. Turned out great ;)

How to

Line baking sheets with baking paper. Preheat oven to 180deg.
In a medium bowl, combine flour, zest/peel and baking powder.
In a large mixing bowl, beat the butter briefly with a handheld mixer. Add sugar and beat until pale and fluffy. Add egg, and beat briefly to mix. Add vanilla, beat briefly again.
Mix in flour mixture and buttermilk in alternating batches, and beat at low speed, beginning and ending with flour. Finished dough should be a pale yellow shade, not too runny but enough consistency to drop by spoonfuls.
I suggest using two teaspoons to shape and drop balls of dough onto baking sheets, leaving at least an inch in between.
Bake, one batch of cookies at a time, until edges are golden, about 15 minutes. Wait a minute for cookies to cool once out of the oven, then transfer to cooling rack; so cookies won't have a soggy base.

Optional:

Whisk together the buttermilk and vanilla.
Slowly sift in confectioners sugar and adjust sweetness and thickness to your liking. The mixture should be smooth with no visible sugar lumps.
Spoon the glaze onto warm cookies.
Once glaze has set, feed cookies to cold, happy souls.

**I made the first batch, which flattened abysmally. Taking that down in my lesson book, I made the second batch which *blush* looks so pretty..

***I prefer them without the glaze as they tend to "soak" into the cookie. Baby Hubz, on the other hand, was loving everything sweet and sugary. He was caught stealing another cookie (or three) off the rack while dinner was just 5 minutes away. That, I absolutely noted with a proud smile across my cookie-crumbed lips..

T'was a cold, cold autumn night For all but one, or two T'was warm a'glow from inside out For comfort comes to those Who holds a buttermilk cookie..

Aye aye!

Wish upon the Shooting Star

2008-05-19T11:34:00.006+10:00

The weekend past, Missy revisited club Evolution in Prahran; the mother of all clubs, the countless nights where we left the comfort of our home to arrive at its door, somewhat windblown, and feeling the surge of welcome as we enter yet a second "home"..

It's been a while. Heck, 4 years to be exact!!

While the interior is pretty much the same, the feeling was completely different. And not in a bad way at that. There were live bands rocking it out, some friendly clusters, and a beer in my hand.. what more can I ask for?

Now, the bands.. that's what I want to talk about now. There were 6 bands if I remember correctly. One of which was the purpose I went in the first place; my friend was playing the vocal for his band, Nobody.

The night started fairly good with a petite Asian entertaining a cheering crowd, followed by a ridiculous J-pop singer, who drove us upstairs and away. THEN, we were attracted back again by another singer.

He looked like your typical geek-next-door, who also happens to be a Pantene model-wannabe, but people, I tell ya, if there's a time you shouldn't judge a person by its cover.. it's now; it's him.

He's awesome!!

For undescribable reason, he reminded me of Malaysian blogger who's not unfamiliar to you all, Kenny Sia. And trust me, when he started rockin' it, he rocked the house.

He played solo that night, but check out his band, Broken Scar. I believe they have two albums out now; Shooting Star and Midnight in St. Kilda. My favourite tracks are Shooting Star, and Until I Fall. Totally loving it at the mo ;)

So yes, having positively rocked the Saturday night away, let's return back to Earth, and get in touch with Missy's other side.

It seemed like just last month that they got married, but apparently it's been longer, much longer. We welcomed lovely Mia Morland-Sahono into our world on the chilly night of 14th May.

Cutest darling with big eyes and two dimples, just like her Mama. She felt so solid and warm against me, I literally melted with passion. Baby hubz and I both thought she's beautiful, and we had so much fun walking around trying to decide between baby towels and the smallest and cutest outfit that babies outgrow in 2 minutes.

That being said, we are still very patient, and not rushing to have any of our own anytime soon. We'll wait about 4 more years :)

Strong little fist..

After the visit, we were both a little cold and loving our little time together. So, what's better than a mug of hot chocolate to sip and some extra to melt in your mouth?

Max Brenner is slacking. They don't even serve my souffle with strawberry anymore *sulk..

Maybe I should go consult my newly arrived book and make my own Blueberry in the Pot someday ;)

I am, afterall, the super wifey ;)

Forgive and Forget

2008-05-16T20:56:00.004+10:00

I saw her the other day.

Her, being the female who scarred my tender first years away from home. The one who got my heart surged in hatred and anxiety just by the mere mention of her name. The one who instil trauma and nightmares in real life.

It's amazing how after so many years, 5 years to be exact; I still can't forget her.

Coincidentally enough, Val and I were just talking about the notion "forgive and forget" moments prior to the incident (she should be overseas!!!! And never come back!!). Should I say cos we're women, or we're only human? I want to believe that I've forgiven; that I have gone on to treat her like anyone else in the world, a perfect stranger. I sincerely did believe that..

But, no.

I began to reason with myself, with or without the mirror. If I've truthfully forgiven, why then would I feel the crazy heartbeat, the flush and the ache? The hate and the distrust for humankind. The suspicion that you can never really trust anyone in the whole world.

I hate her. I still do.

And I don't think I will ever forget..

And so, Missy warms her kitchen..

2008-05-12T16:14:00.005+10:00

Waking up to below 10degs these mornings inevitably means one thing..

.. that Missy will be craving for something warm, even just a hot bowl to hold, during the day.

So, Missy proceeded to heat up her oven in the quest to find comfort. And, of course, she has been diligently crawling around the virtual world in search of inspirations.

You may have remembered a particular Mini Crustless Tofu Quiche that I mentioned in this post. Yes, I finally came to the realization that it will NOT materialize in front of me anytime soon, or just any other time, really. Contributed largely by the fact that I scored a couple of cheap and juicy red pepper at the market, I gingerly tracked down my long-lost blender and bought some organic tofu. And I was set to go..

The recipe calls for bell pepper, mushrooms and chives. And since I have none of the latter two, I use whatever vegetables I have on hand; the red pepper fresh from the market, a handful of spinach leaves, and some chopped onions. I added some frozen crabmeats because we have plenty, and just so Baby Hubz won't go, "Oh, not vegetarian again.."

I sprinkled rosemary quite liberally over it, and omitted the onion powder, turmeric and yeast. Yes, I'm a risk taker that bad.

But may I just mention that the stirfry itself smells heavenly, and would have been great to serve with rice, asian noodles or as an omelette filling!

I made my quiche in a tart tray, and it was delish! Believe me, it was gone just like *snap!! Which explains why there's no picture of it. Awww..

FORTUNATELY, I had extra batter (as I always do), and I popped them in my muffin tins. This time, I put them in a thin layer for a "crispy on the outside, meltingly soft on the inside" result.

Here are my tofu cakes..

Smelled good, tasted even better. I love to bite into a mouthful of vegetables, and diced peppers just lend a spicy touch. The combination was excellent, so.. yay!

And since we're on a roll here, I'd like to introduce my yummy Potato Cups.

These little gems are a real treat. Milky soft mashed potatoes, sweetened with carrots, peas and corns, with just enough crunch to make your tastebuds dance. Good on its own, but for someone like Baby Hubz, who craves for a little more tang, have it with tomato sauce. Just be sure don't overwhelm it.

And the best, it's fairly easy and quick to make! You know it's really easy when someone like me says it's easy.

Ingredients

1 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup potato starch*
1 tbs baking powder
pinch of salt
pinch of dried thyme
1 cup milk
1/2 cup potato* - cooked and mashed
1 egg
1/4 cup butter/ margarine - I used applesauce
1/3 cup grated cheese

*Since I have plenty of potatoes left, I omitted potato starch and slightly more than doubled the amount of potatoes. Thankfully, it came out fine. For non risk-taker, you can try the recipe first and adjust to your liking.

How to

Preheat oven to 200deg Celcius. Lightly grease muffin tins.
In a large bowl, toss together the flour, starch (if any), baking powder, salt and thyme. Set aside.
In another bowl, whisk milk and mashed potatoes, then add egg, melted butter (or applesauce) and cheese. Mix well.
Add wet ingredients to the prepared dry ingredients until just combined.
Drop in muffin tins about 3/4 full and bake about 18 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted comes out clean.
Take a bite and let it warm your heart!

Easy, no?

Last on today's list is something not so easy, but made to look very easy and delicious by Tammy. I admit I was absolutely smitten by her Overnight Challah French Toast.

*Warning: Enter the site and you will be greeted by the uncontrollable desire to attempt it.

Aside from looking temptingly beautiful, it looked pretty do-able too! And that's exactly what I did. I arranged all I need (which literally means what I have) on the kitchen bench and set about making my version of Overnight Raisin Hot-cross French Toast.

I haven't got any berries at that time, and reckoned maybe the raisins will be able to sweeten it up, which it did. Just didn't end up as pretty as Tammy's though.

Nonetheless, I'm proud to report Baby hubz took second helpings! Now who's a smiling wifey? ;)

I adore the crumb toppings and so did Baby. Next time, I will make the toppings again and sprinkle atop muffins or any sweet bread. Should be a welcome addition..

And a note to self, never set the oven on fan grill. It should be the double line for baking. See those burnt bit on top? Yea, that's what I mean..

All in, Missy is happily welcoming autumn. What about you?

Happy Mother's Day, and I love my Pops!

2008-05-11T13:04:00.005+10:00

When the sky comes crashing down, your family will be there for you to fall back on.. and the worst that can happen is to get stuck between heaven and love..

How much I love my family is just beyond mere words. And though Missy has yet to have achieved anything extraordinary to be classified as a super daughter, she wants Mum and Dad to know that she loves them very, very much..

The lack of recent photos goes to show that it's high-time I get my ass back home!! Patience, Missy.. 6 more months..

Happy Mother's Day, my Queen *kisses

A stylo-mylo shot of Dad back in 2005. I love this picture cos it's NOTHING like him. On-frame, he's cool and suave. Off-frame, he's just a lame joker who's loved by me.

Happy 52nd, Mr. Chow Yun-Fatt wannabe. We're so proud you made it to this year and believe me, you will celebrate many more decades to come.. all with the ~~mentality~~ agility of a 30 year-old!

Talk of the many celebrations to come.. guess what, dearest readers? In exactly 29 days' time, Missy would have been a Mrs. for a whole year!

Missy: Holy pumpkin, we made it through a year already?

Baby Hubz: Mm-hmm, sure looks like we did..

Yay! I wanna clink glasses and toast to the love, friendship and trust we've developed through good and bad times. And everybody, here's to everlasting dream-come-trues ;)

Cold days ahead..

2008-05-05T12:59:00.006+10:00

So, we can officially kiss our summer adieu.

Autumn is now in full swing, though really, it feels more like winter already. The draggy feelings aside, autumn sets a welcoming glow to the dreary city. In place of our bright emerald trees are hues of gold, and it's good to know a trip down to the city will be accompanied by this burst of colours!

Autumn/Winter holds good memories for Missy. For one, Baby Hubz and I dated in autumn 2005 and got married in winter 2007. It is a season that says a lot about commitment and reminds us of the good times. Fortunately enough, there really isn't that much bad times to focus on! Amen!

Plus, colder days means more cuddles and (in)definitely warm, comfy food. And Missy loves them all to boot..

Revisiting the green fruit has to be the most comforting for body and soul this autumn. And being the lazier-than-usual me, I just scoop and spread fresh avocado on warmed toasts. It can't get any easier than this. You can have your avocado chilled or room temperature. I prefer mine fresh from the refrigerator ;)

Oven-baked nachos with a generous sprinkle of cheese, served with great dollops of salsa. Warmed and satisfied to the core..

The other day, we had pancakes for breakfast. It's been awhile since I last break away from my cereals or oats brekkie, so this was very much welcomed. I had mine with a knob of cream cheese and slather blueberry jam all over. Oh, sin can be so delicious at times.

Pictured above is the Mini Crustless Tofu Quiche that I'm dying to try. Try, as in sink my teeth into. Trust me, I've been having really wicked dreams lately which involved Spinach & Ricotta Quiches, but for now, a mini tofu version will not be too bad afterall.

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Speaking of fantasy, Missy is playing with the idea of a tattoo addition. This, is what I call hot and very similar to what I have in mind. Though I will need the writer in me to shine and assist before I make my decision..

One thing for sure, someone won't be too happy about it..

Poniku!

2008-05-01T18:05:00.003+10:00

She's one of Missy's favourite people, and she just started her very own fashion line.

So what's a girl to do but pompously shoutout to all fashion-savvy ladies, style aficionados and dressy mamas..

Check out poniku!!!

And check it out often. Bold designs, Unpretentious styles, Unique colours.. you're bound to find a dress you like at poniku.blogspot.com

I love the styles, only because it suits a myriad of occassions on top of everyday wear. And the fact that they are all above-knee length means you can flaunt your calves easily, or pair them with leggings for wintry night outs with girlfriends.

Gotta love versatility ;)

01 May, 2008

2008-05-01T10:27:00.004+10:00

Today, the 1st of May, is in fact Labour Day back in Malaysia.

So, it goes without saying that the whole of Malaysia is slumbering in the heat while we.. well, actually yours truly..

.. slogs away..

Mum texted me around noon-time, saying she will be picking up my Brother, for lunch soon (and that she misses and loves me). I replied: Can you come pick me up too?

I can't stop thinking of home, thinking how nice it would be to be back within the comfortable glow of blood-ties again, to be sweltered by the ridiculous heat and unending love. Instead, Missy blew her almost frozen nose, picked up her green bags and braced through the less-than-10deg wind to Prahran, just so she can finally get some much-needed grocery supplies.

While the wind slowly freezes the suburb, Missy patiently walked through the aisles, calculating the best bargains, and planning what to do with said bargains. Oh, and do trust me when I say I love bargains..

20 minutes later, I emerged from Coles carrying:

500g of Don frankfurts (for the man)
2 trays of eggs at 700g each
2 litres of skim milk
700g fresh bread
500g of dried prunes (very much for Missy only)
2 cans Heinz baked beans at 420g each
1kg of baby peas
200g of tuna, and
3 Hass avocados (which weight are pretty much negligible at this point)

Ok, so.. as though lugging over 7kilos over my winter jumper is not enough, I have to get my ass to Priceline, which *praise praise* is just next door.

Yes, they have great bargains.

And yes, I checked, therefore I know..

In I went, and out I came, with an additional:

2 Listerine mouthwash at 1litre each
3 Palmolive Naturals handwash refill at 500ml each

A quick mental calculation will bring the grand total to around 10kilos of groceries done today.

As proud as I am to snatch 10kilos of great bargains, I can't say for sure it was equally pleasurable lugging the whole lot home. If anything, my steps were at best pathetic and at worst spasmodic.

All in the quick name of "a good housewife"..

Back to Labour Day, well, it certainly wasn't for me!

So You Think You Can Dance Australia - Top 4

2008-04-27T13:23:00.006+10:00

So You Think You Can Dance Grand Final airs tonight, 27th April 2008 7.30pm on Network Ten.

This is it, people!

Missy has been crazily following the dance journey of these amazing Australians. Now that we're down to the Top 4, who do you think will be crowned Australia's favourite dancer?

Note: We're not even talking about the best dancer anymore (because, c'mon, they're really darn fine dancers, don't you think?)

Personally, I'm really loving Rhys for some obvious and various reasons. But, Jack's performance is top, top, top. If he gets the title, he really deserves it.

On the other side of gender, we have Kate, so absolutely stunning and gorgeous, and Demi, who had grown so much and indeed showed us how versatile dancers should be.

Honestly, I love the outcome of the Top 4, so whoever comes out Top.. Missy will be pleased ;)

Side dish: There's this one number I truly adore from the season among a few others. Check out Kate & Jack - Hip Hop routine from Top 8.

And now.. Missy patiently awaits 7.30pm..

Taboo: Incest!

2008-04-24T18:36:00.004+10:00

While I can safely say that I, a Gen Y young adult, who is open to most of the controversial discussions claiming the world, some news like this came around and totally shattered my very being.

My dear readers, I'm talking about a recent (or actually, not too recent) news on an incestous father-daughter pair.

This shocking news arrived around early April, SHOCKING the world when South Australian father and daughter came forward with their story. John Earnest Deaves, 61, was intimately involved with his daughter from first marriage, Jennifer Anne Deaves, 39, for almost 8 years. They even had two children, one of whom died shortly after birth due to congenital heart defect.

Above are just the nutshell of it, but if you are interested to know more about the pair, you can check them out here, and here.

Seriously?? Father and daughter???

This might sound like a cliche but, "What on Earth are you guys thinking?!!"

True, they are undoubtedly a good pair who came clean and admitted guilty and pleaded for a little respect and understanding from people like us who obviously have trouble understanding.. but no, Missy does not condone incest in whatever form. And I find the whole episode very disturbing and disgusting.

I do believe emotion played a big part here but think about it for a second. Just think..

Now go puke..

What do dreams mean?

2008-04-21T11:28:00.003+10:00

A quest that has long since established in our minds. Can we actually interpret dreams? Is there really a step-by-step guide of some sort to tell you what future lies for you based on what adventures you went through the night before?

I'm amazed, and troubled at the same time.

I dreamt of having a miscarriage yesterday. As if constant fear of one fine day being a parent and supporting the physical and psychological needs of another person is not enough, I have to be blessed with this dream that rendered me sweaty and heartbeat approaching 220.

Life, I tell you, is not easy..

And I can't stop thinking..

Adele: 19

2008-04-16T22:13:00.003+10:00

She's your average London teenager, I guess.

19 years old. Big eyes, big size, big voice. Only difference is she's won the Critic's Choice Brit Award, before her album was even released.

Now that's some mega bigshot to look out for, I tell ya'll.

Yes, Adele is a 19-year old London singer-songwriter with vocal so powerful and may I add, a tad too soulful, for my own good. I swear her album is so addictive, I can still hear it humming in my head when I was strolling through the groceries aisle, in the shower, watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S on tv (which I totally can't get enough of, by the way), microwaving my veges.. ok, you get it.

I especially love Track3: Chasing Pavements and Track9: Make You Feel My Love. Both are love ballads.. no, scrap that, all her songs are about love and life and everything that comes with it. Chasing Pavements is about breaking up for the first time and the dilemma about holding on or giving up. Whereas Make You Feel My Love is a remake of Bob Dylan's classic from 1997, also about the greatness of love.

I am not only hooked on to her fabulous soul voice, but also the unique tone and rhythm of her music, which can easily be extracted from Track11: Tired.

It might need some getting used to her music, because I remember Baby hubz and I started off cold listening to her tracks, but look what happened to us now.

Trust me, Adele is the new kid in the music world!

Heal your life

2008-04-16T13:27:00.004+10:00

Missy has been inspired by the Law of Attraction, following an Oprah episode few days back.

And she wondered how much her life is going to change in.. 5 years? 10 years? 25 years' time?

The key to achieving..

In light of this inspiration, Missy couldn't help but think back on the numerous lists and scribbles she had tucked somewhere in the room, or world, and how fascinating it is when bits and pieces just fit together after all these years.

And maybe.. just maybe, we should all spare some time and sit down to start on our 2008 vision board now.

There's not much for now, but I assure you, my dearests, I will be back with more to share in time to come ;)

Till then..

I love my Mummy

2008-04-11T12:16:00.004+10:00

We've all been kids before.

We've all felt the need to be near our parents. We've all hankered for that extra little attention by crying and kicking and not letting go of their thighs. We've all been through all that and more..

We've all been kids before.

And now, whoever said that once you've grown up, you shouldn't display your inner needy kid, I say that is total crap.

It's precisely since moving away from home, adapting at independent livinghood, that I come to realize how much I love my family; Mum, Dad, Bro and Sis.

But this post is not about the thousand and one feelings I feel for them. This post is specially dedicated to my amazing Mummy.

The one whose unconditional love and support urged me to keep walking and striving. The one who always, always puts a smile on my face no matter how hard the day was. The one who never knew how to cook, but can still manage the household superbly. The one who taught me to be strong and relentless in pursuing my goals. The one who convinced me that I am one hell of a lady, despite the shame, guilt and stress that I carry on my head. The one who said that she will always be proud of her daughter.

The one who turns a young 53 today.

Happy Birthday, Mum!

I love you, and I'm thinking about you everyday.

P/S: Alright, same goes to you too, Dad.

Happy Anniversary, baby

2008-04-10T11:14:00.005+10:00

We don't drive Porche nor live in double mansions; we don't even eat out as often as we wanted; we don't have helpers who clean and cook for us; In couldn't-be-any-plainer words, we are not rich people.

Yet, Baby hubz and I got on just fine. True, we did have our differences and some cold wars in between, but..

(Warning: Possible cold draught ahead)

.. we have come to understand that with difference come acceptance, and to realize how much we treasure each day, just by knowing at the end of the day, when we head home, there are warmth and love awaiting at the door.

8th April, 2008, we have come a full amazing 3 years of being together and 10 months of being husband and wife.

It used to be lavish dinner and champagne and gaze-in-your-eyes lovemaking. Now, it's just pure I-love-you and anything that comes with it.

Read on to see how we played it down with some red spoon help, and still manage a genuine smile as we kissed goodnight.

My freshly baked vanilla cake, that I admit was made by Betty Crocker.

Toppings of sunflower seeds & sultanas, which was out of my sheer ingenuity.

*By sprinkling the seeds on top, you're actually toasting them and infusing the aroma as you bake the cake. Heavens..

Result was this moist and flavorful cake that might have been completely devoured had I not stop myself.

*Betty Crocker even have the SuperMoist series which I'm just dying to try now that I've tasted this..

A few snip-snip to reveal my love..

Some white frosting on the side to transform it from a mere moist & flavorful cake to a delectable love-icon that's good enough to present alongside myself.

Wrap in some white paper (baking paper is perfect), careful not to ruin the edges, and pop in a box/ container with an easy-to-open-lid.

Next step would be to relish the look on his face:

Happy Anniversary, my baby.

You have been a wonderful, wonderful partner and I look forward to many more years with you.

*kisses

Earth Hour

2008-04-03T12:13:00.005+11:00

Ok.. so this is wayyyy overdue.

But, here's a recount on how our participation in Earth Hour yielded, and I promise it won't take too long..

...

It was so nothing that we sought comfort in beer instead.

Cheers to saving the Earth!

Easter baking, my comfort zone

2008-03-23T14:02:00.007+11:00

Sometime ago, Missy was craving for carbs. Badly.

If the love for fluffy muffins, scones, pastries; and the smell of freshly baked flour+butter combo is not bad enough, throw in the desperation at the ungodly hours we call "sleeping time".

First week of March, tempted by the thousands of advertisement promoting the goodness of baked goods (and chocolate), Missy finally caved in and started her Easter earlier than anyone else.

She searched high and low for a delicious AND health-conscious recipe to curb her carb cravings.

2 hours later, these babies were born..

Honey Oatmeal baby muffins

Damn, they even LOOK delicious. And yes, healthy to the last crumb. I added some ground nutmeg just to boost the spice.

I had some leftover batter (as always), and put them in a foiled cake tin, sprinkled with chunks of dark chocolate. You guessed it, because the batter was not much, it spread thinly over the base, resulting in crunchy Honey Oatmeal & Chocolate crisps. Lord, that was good!

So yes, Missy was happy for a while, and along came Easter day to put her resistance to test.

Hubz suggested making our very own hot-cross buns!

Now, now.. having followed my journal (you can call it rants, that's fine by me) for practically a year, you'd have guessed I'm no kitchen person. Sure, I bake from time to time to satisfy myself.. but it's only with pure luck that they come out smelling good and edible.

So it was a big challenge. Hubz is not much of a baker than myself. The two of us combined would probably be as efficient as Cathy Freeman clad in a tutu.

It took us literally the whole day. 6 hours to be exact.

Yeah, I know you just gasped. PS: It normally takes around 2 hours for preparation and baking time. We couldn't believe it either. We started before 3pm, and after what could only be coined as a war of revival, the buns come out of the oven, piping hot, at 9.07pm. You can close your mouth now, thankyouverymuch.

Glazed and ready to be oven-ed

Nicely browned, the Calla hot-cross buns!

They look really good, don't they. I think I can even hear you say, "That 6 hours were at least not so wasted!"

Well, not exactly, fellow critics.

As much as we've got the taste right, we were rather disappointed with the texture (which pretty much decides what makes a hot-cross bun good). The moment they came out, everything was perfect; the heavenly aroma, the softness of the buns and the plump raisins. After they've cooled, so were our enthusiasm. They became a tad too hard for our liking, and not-so-much-of-a-health-food for your Missy.

We patted each other on the back, and got ready for a few drinks in town.

Here are your semi-pro bakers..

You smell good, is that hot-cross bun?

So in Love - Christian Louboutin

2008-03-17T21:59:00.004+11:00

I've been busy, yes.

Busy drooling over these precious..

Ladies and ladies, let us swoon and marvel and die knowing even the ugliest can be saved..

Christian Louboutin - Anemone bow pump in black

-My absolute favourite

Can't get enough of it..

Christian Louboutin's signature red sole *swoon

Don't you just love them darlings? This, my people, is what I call statement wear. You don't even have to go that extra mile to catch attention, because, once you put on these darlings, they instantly shout, "LOOK AT ME, AIN'T I GORGEOUS?"

God, I think I just had a massive orgasm..

Let's move on to two other collections that I love..

Christian Louboutin - White Mouche

Elegant simplicity. Good enough for bridal wear *note to self..

Apparently, all shoes are specially hand made and you can have some little personal request if you so desire. But of course, them honeys come with a suicidal price tag.

Christian Louboutin (I can't get enough saying this name) - Blue Mouche

Same as above, in blue, with killer red sole.

As sexy as the red sole may be, they came up with a classic "Tiffany" baby blue sole, for the less loud audience, and I guess, for everyday wear. Though I swear if I get my greedy hands on these babies, I'll strut up and down Collins Street from 8am till 10pm, believe me..

Christian Louboutin - Very Prive in sequined blush pink

Another potential for bridal wear, maybe?

I usually try to play it down with sequins and rocks and jewels on the shoes, but THIS.. this is different. It's so classy, I just want to cry into their red soles. And one more thing, Christian Louboutin makes his to-die-for stilettos super high.. just the way Missy loves it.

Speaking of which, my now favourite shoe designer teamed up with one of my all-time favourite directors, David Lynch, and together they created a shoe art gallery. Considering Lynch's film stylistics, I prepared for something weirdly spectacular. But as I look through the work, I was blown away.

People, behold the shoe porn..

Second wave of pleasure..

The extent to which they went to create this work of art is beyond mere mortal imagination. How about something specially designed to be posed in?

Meaning?

Meaning, Mr. Louboutin specifically designed the shoes to be shot while model was lying down. In simpler words, the shoes would not be for normal wear..

Still don't get it?

Well, here you go..

Get it now, don't you?

Personally, to say they're not for normal wear was such an understatement. I say, they're fucking impossible to wear!

Anyway, another thing to wake up smiling for.

Mr. Louboutin, you made me see love again..

Book review: Shanghai Tango

2008-03-13T23:24:00.007+11:00

I just finished this book not too long ago, but the steps it created are still vivid in my head.

Basically, an honest journey of sharp wit; a tango between rationale and passion.

Shanghai Tango - A Memoir by Jin Xing

Jin Xing, one of China's greatest dancers, choreographers.. and transwomen, spinned an enchanting part of her sex-changing life, depicted through the truest voice yet.

By true, I do not mean to say this book replays her life as it is. In fact, if there is such a thing as a conscious book, this will definitely be it.

When I read this memoir, pages and pages shouted out, "ME! ME! Look at me! Listen to me!" It's all about her. It's all about her emotions, her physique, her attractiveness, her blessings, her indispensability.

At first, she might jump out to be an empty shell full of herself. But, as I read on, I realised, yes, that IS her.

This is not Jin Xing, the great dancer, the fabulous choreographer, the upcoming artist or even the first man in China to become a woman.

This is about Jin Xing.. the man who longed to be a woman. The emptiness in his soul, the feeling of being born into a wrong body, the fire to change destiny.

At the end of the day, I guess Jin Xing wants people to see her as who she is (inside and outside). Afterall, if you want to dig her history trunks, you can always do a brief search online. Results yielded can feed you for 38 days.

Having said that, I wouldn't recommend this book for an intellectual read. I find the book lack of any heavy or substantial content to make one really satisfied at the end of the chapters. Missy, for one, was hoping to get more action on the dancefloors, OR, under the bedsheets, whichever as deemed appropriate *wink

The Galleon Cafe

2008-03-12T15:19:00.005+11:00

After what seemed positively a lifetime of oats and cereals for breakfast, Missy finally decided she needs a good dose of calories down her throat.

So, off went Missy and Baby hubz to try the Galleon Cafe, quaintly located in St Kilda. If not for Jamie, from The Breakfast Blog we might very well have missed this precious breakfast place so near to our place!

And I certainly am not kidding when I say we might miss this place..

The cafe literally blended in along the street with NO signage whatsoever..

The only thing that indicated we came to the right place was this..

A small piece of permit stuck next to the entrance..

*Yes, that's the tiny piece of paper in the first picture, below the reflection of the white car.

Anyway, our quick look in The Breakfast Blog did entail the long but worthy wait, so we were well prepared. The good thing was, despite the long list pinned on the entrance, we were soon ushered into the rundown cosiness of The Galleon Cafe before we even need to say "How do you do!"

Indeed, it took some 30-45 minutes before our orders arrived, tempting our tastebuds. So meantime, let's take a look around!

Open kitchen, the old skool style. Loves it!

Different types of chairs and tables scattered around the room. We chose a round table :)

Ceiling crashing down. So devastatingly retro.. sexy..

Artsie-fartsie, just the way I like it ;) The red portrait on the shelf was the Boss, we assume

They serve my green tea in a round pot! How very Chinese!

A brief glimpse of their extensive menu.. I swear I had such a hard time deciding!

The man's meatballs on pide

My scrambled tofu with mushrooms and spinach. Not exactly as I expected but tasted great nonetheless

Us, well fed and happy.

So, what can two very full and satisfied people do now?

I'd say, a trip down to the beach :)

The weather was too good to pass, so even though we weren't prepared for it, we gingerly took off our clothes and joined the hundreds of semi-naked bodies along the beach..

Sunning

He said it felt nice to sit and relax with this view..

I looked at those gorgeous ladies and said, "Yeah"

Something an impromptu swim can tell you..

2008-03-08T15:35:00.008+11:00

This totally came as unexpected. A pleasant surprise, to say the very least.

After half a day running errands in the city, and meeting up for a much-needed chat over tea; us two ladies hugged and went home.

She most likely went home to cook; while I, the un-housewifey one, proceeded for a swim and attempting a last minute desperate tan AT 7PM. Please say you'll still be my friend..?

Anyway, upon coming out of the water, I came to two life-changing realisation:

One : That Elizabeth Arden 8Hour Hand Treatment Cream will be your hands' best ever friend.. forever..

Just for the record, I didn't purchase this item. We merely smeared a dollop onto our cracking hands as we "incidentally" strolled past the Elizabeth Arden counter. So much for a surprise finding, huh.

Anyway, smooth glide-on aside, this babe gives a layer of protection that you can FEEL, yet it doesn't leave a greasy after-feel that hinders your precious life. And guess what, YES, it remains the same IN the water and AFTER my swim! Geezuss.. amazing, no?

TWO : Loreal ColorAppeal range gives you shine like no other..

I'm using Gong Li's and loving the subtlety of it all. Bingo again, before and after the swim, nothing.. I repeat, NOTHING, changed.

Of course, swimming doesn't entail rubbing my eyes like a shy teenage whale, but still I reckon given its' quiet presence in the market, this palette deserves some fireworks!

Not that I'm an avid user of eye shadows, but from time to time, I really do want to pamper my haggard face. Yesterday was one such days, you see..

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Moving fast away from that, Missy now craves something simple. Just pure, great skin.

Movie Review: Into the Wild

2008-03-04T13:19:00.006+11:00

It was totally by chance that we ended up watching this movie last night. And boy, wasn't his 'Great Alaskan Adventure' a nice twist to end the day?

We were both wrapped in fatigue and just wanted to take it easy. Instead, Into the Wild took us on a bumpy road full of adventure and philosophy. And you know what the weird thing is? That we actually fought our drowsiness because it's just too good to pass and say goodnight!

Emile Hirsch played out the life of Christopher McCandless with such passion and beliefs that I was drawn right in, my soul weeping and laughing.

I won't bother paraphrasing the whole storyline but you can read the synopsis here.

To me, the story is about the search for happiness, for truth, for life. And the picture above (found from its' official website) depicts it best.

A middle-school top graduate abandoning all his worldly possessions, embark on his 'Great Alaskan Adventure'.

How did he see the world? How did he feel about the people around him?

Just for the record, at that time of his life, he was the same age as yours truly. 20 times wiser, 50 times more knowledgable.

He saw nature through lenses so different than others. And I wonder, did nature loved him more?

Plainly said, if given the chance, would I be able to do the same?

To pack up my bag, secretly bid goodbye to people who know, care for and love me, throw away my watch, take only my journal and a pen; and set out to meet more people that will help shape my short life.

He inspired me, that Christopher McCandless.

Drink more water..

2008-03-02T16:48:00.005+11:00

Or so, that's what they say to patients.

Yes, Missy is sick. Has been for the past week!

I think I've blown my nose into some sort of a magical abyss.. like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Only, guess what.. there's no rainbow nor gold, but just that damn pot of neverending take-a-wild-guess-what-is-it!

Not that I ain't crazy enough, but this constant mimicking of Daffy Duck is driving me crazy. Actually, strike that out. I sound more like Daffy's 2-day-old baby girl. WITH A PEGGED NOSE.

So yeah, I've been good. Excellent, even. I drown myself in fluid every other 3 seconds. If that's not enough, I even drink my meals (how's that for a Super Patient of the Year award???)

Look at that. Look at that. That's dinner.

Good thing there were still some colours to be hauled from the depth of my water.

Variation: mini dumplings. 3 of those. *sulk

One piece of tofu and my garlic-speckled noodles.

I think my tastebuds are rioting soon. Save me???

Super-ego

2008-02-25T22:39:00.004+11:00

No Freudian id-ego-super ego theory here. Just plain ol' lament from your Missy.

Perhaps I'm not the only one, perhaps someone out there share my sense of beliefs, perhaps right this instant somebody is thinking exactly the same thing as me.. but I feel lost. And lonely. Travelling down a much travelled path, by myself.

Right, I see myself as a lion. A true blue Leo, with its growing pride and puffing ego.

Ever since young, I've fantasized my dream world complete with haute couture, a respected job with similar status of income, a high flying society of acquaintance, generosity and lastly, my twins.

Weird to say that I don't remember ever having a man, much less a husband, in my fantasies, yet somehow I ended up with just that and nothing else.

I love my man, no doubt. But it's not enough.

Not enough, in this sense, to tame the lion in me.

So, I ended up somewhere in between.

A caricature, I feel.

Somewhere between my pride and a joke.

I feel lost.

But, what can I do? What AM I supposed to do?

Maybe time will tell.. just maybe..

Photoshop wonder

2008-02-24T12:45:00.005+11:00

By stroke of mega luck, we had our wedding photoshoot last week. FOC.

I know.. wasn't our wedding in June last year??? Yes, you are right, stalker.. but this is in anticipation for our wedding reception end of this year, in Malaysia.

We actually wanted to do it in Malaysia, but due to "forseen" circumstances, we had to do it earlier. And having someone come to you and say they'll do it for free, I mean, why not?! But of course, all that talk about having it in Bali was washed right off into the bright, blue sea.

Ok, to tell you the truth, I wasn't completely bought. I was already mentally preparing for another shoot in my mind, but hey, no harm trying, right..

With minimal props (close to none), DIY everything and one-hour preparation, look what we ended up with..

I was ecstatic, and still am!

Never, ever be sceptical before you try.. unless if it's risking your money and your glowing face (which I will touch on later), obviously.

These are just a few of the collection. I can't wait to see the rest!

And yes, I will post some non-photoshopped soon.

Tata!

St. Lovers Day

2008-02-24T11:40:00.009+11:00

Ok, it's a little late, but Valentine's this year is a special twist.

To start it off, I had to work that day. Baby hubz and I woke around the same time (surprisingly), and no, there were no indication whatsoever that the man even remembered what day it was.

No "Happy Valentine's, baby", no "I love you", no super gazing in your eyes till your teeth fall off, no tender loving attention. Instead, I washed up, changed, had breakfast while the man dozed back to sleep. So, in a nutshell, no nothing.

I did leave him a message on our little board before I go to work. It says something sweet like, "Happy Valentine's, my heartless man"..

Shortly after I finished work, I received this.

How corny is that! But I loved it hahah. Missy is a woman who thrives on surprises. I don't even need anything, as long as I can feel the sincerity in it. But of course, having said that, Missy will NOT turn down Chanel or LaMer for that matter..

Moving swiftly along..

A picnic steak! Weird, I know but lovely nonetheless ;)

Sunny and windy day, with wrinkles of joy on my face

We both just relaxed like two retired old farts, taking in the mundane beauty of our surrounding. At that moment, I was drenched in love and peace of mind.

The man even cleaned up, for Heaven's sake! Well, I was busy snip-snapping, you see..

And then, it's this..

Valentine's Day movie. Not something we'd go for normally, but hey, it's Valentine's Day..

Baby hubz told me he chose the seats.

L stands for Love, and 13 14 in Chinese stands for "yi sheng yi shi" which translates to be forever or eternally.

Awwwww..

Happy St. Valentine's Day, my dearests *kisses

Bircher Muesli

2008-02-24T10:27:00.005+11:00

Missy is currently so obsessed with this dish for breakfast. The amazing Bircher Muesli.

It's been around for ages, no doubt. I always see it in the menus but it's that one thing you would never go for when you're spending your hard-earned bucks breakfasting outside, you know..

Maybe it's the constant hunt for health food or Missy just plain craved for it one day, but boy, am I glad I made the switch? It tasted so good, I still craved for it the day after, the week after AND the month after.. (ok, I'm exaggerating but you get the drill..) And with the gorgeousness of fruits & nuts, which means natural fibre and vitamins, hey, Missy can't possibly say no to Bircher Muesli now, can she?

So much so that I literally sprang to my laptop and searched for the recipe. Good ol' Google never fail to surprise me. I found a lot of recipes online, and from all sources, I extracted bits and pieces that coincide. Me, being the lazy me, just can't be bothered going through all recipes and try them all. But I must say, like all recipes for good food, there's always room for improvisation. Whatever you feel like after a few tries, well, feel free to do so!

The main ingredients to remember are oats (or any other grains), milk, yoghurt (fruit juices optional), and fruits (dry and/or fresh).

Soak oats and dry fruits (if any) in milk or fruit juice overnight in the fridge. Not too much, just enough liquid to cover the oats.
When ready to be served, mix the oats mixture with some yoghurt and top with fresh fruits; grated apple, a ripe banana, handful of berries (get creative!).
Consume with a smile on your face.

It's THAT easy. Ok, so maybe you need to chill the oats overnight, but trust me, you can prepare after dinner or just before you sleep so you won't think about it and the best part, takes only 5 minutes!!

Sounds incredible, but the original Bircher Muesli, developed by Dr. Maximilian Brenner-Bircher for his diet sanitorium in Switzerland, was only one tablespoon of oats and a grated apple. That's right, one tablespoon of oats, people! Either they REALLY needed that strict diet back in 1887 or somehow we have evolved into this monstrous one-cup-oats-eater.. hmm, disturbing..

But anyway, thank God for Swiss!!

We gave out our first red packet!!!

2008-02-09T12:42:00.001+11:00

It's official.

I'm an auntie. Boohoo..

No, not cos I got a newborn, shit-stained niece or nephew. It's cos.. *sobs.. this is the first year I receive no ang pow (red packets), but am starting to GIVE out ang pows. How old does that sound???!

Aww, it's alright, giving IS joy, Missy..

Well, I bet receiving is double the joy then..

...

Ok, so.. Chinese New Year! How did everybody else spend their blessed days?

It's no doubt so much quieter this year, but nonetheless, meaningful. And I hope everyone else had a great time like we did. If not, well, you still have 12 more days to come up with something ;)

And till then, Missy will continue to give joy..

Feels like an auntie, yes, but a fucking hot one, no less!

Glorious solitude

2008-02-07T15:43:00.000+11:00

Another year, another kind of new year's celebration.

Today's the first day of the Chinese New Year, also known as the Spring celebration. What Chineses do on this day is mostly anything and everything auspicious.

As you all may, or may not, know.. Chinese New Year is when everyone speaks in really weird and indecipherable language, usually 4 Chinese characters forming some kind of blessings, aimed only to please elders in the holy name of tradition.

Being far away from home this year means I have no one, but myself and the loyalty of this blog, to master the art of four-ery with.

And while having my scrumptious lunch, like all Spring lunch should, I finally chanced upon my blessings.

"Nian nian you yu"

Directly translated to be: May there be fish every year. Chinese New Year translation to be: Prosperity year after year.

Weird, no? Now you're nodding..

Traditional paper cut of "Nian nian you yu"

Calligraphy/ painting of

And here is MY symbol of prosperity..

And behold my blessed lunch..

With the sweetness of seafood feast; crab meat, eel, salmon and tuna, how can I not be blessed with a great year ahead?!

Oh, and let's not forget wine aplenty, baby..

Here's a toast to a great year, success and independence..

.. and a merry woman.

Missy Allets survives

2008-02-03T11:46:00.000+11:00

Good morning, dearest all!

Three reasons why today is a good morning.

It's sunny and cheerful.
Baby hubz woke early to accompany me for breakfast. (This means alot to me; me being the ultimate breakfast queen)
Missy Allets turns 1 today! Wahooo

And I have, for some red-beans-and-cereals odd reasons, decided to hold previous entries because I wanted to make the 50th post a mark for the anniversary. 50 ain't a big one for the number of blog entries in a YEAR, but hey, it's a nice mid!!

Moving gingerly along, Missy Allets wants to recap what went on a little one month plus before.

Aside from the neverending quest to make more money (the little agenda we all call.. work), Missy Allets finally attended to some social call and falling in love with a product or two.. or seventy three, here and there.. and everwhere. You obviously know that you won't get the whole deal here, judging from the year past what an ass of a lazy mule Missy is, but I assure you it's gonna be a pretty convoluted entry sprinkled with indulgence throughout. So I suggest, get yourself a coffee, make yourself comfortable and take these pamperings into your dreams..

First off, products.

Yummy, creamy, I-absolutely-love-you products

Post-Xmas, Missy had the chance to slather her lips, hair AND body..

(no big deal)

.. WITH CINNAMON!!

(oh goodness, are you for real?!)

Nah, just joking.. but these babes that my babe got me can certainly pass off as real.

Philosophy Cinnamon Buns Shampoo, Shower gel & Bubble bath

Philosophy "very emolient cinnamon buns flavored lip shine"

If someone comes to you and say, "I feel so good, I want to eat myself!", the only thing you can do is BELIEVE it.

The gel is super creamy and thick, leaving my skin smooth and happy. And the gloss.. OH the gloss! sweet taste aside, it actually holds the shine for quite a long time. Yes, with all the drinking and salivating too. And the best part? They really do smell (and taste) like cinnamon!

I mean, seriously, after shower, I felt like a walking cinnamon bun! I wanted to complete the baking process by getting the range's Cinnamon Soufle moisturiser, but guess what? The little gem was sold out. What do you mean sold out? I mean sold out as in stop-whining-no-more-means-no-more sold out :( Sobs, I wanna be a cinnamon bun!!

Bon travail, faiseur! Translation: Great work, miracle-worker!

Not sure how many of you out there actually tried this product, but I'm reasonably amazed. So..

*drumroll please..

...

Avene; a range of French skincare products based on water from the Avene thermal spring water.

I said reasonably, because I'm not referring to all of Avene products. In fact, I was quite disappointed with a few, but let's not ruin this perfect blog, shall we?

The one that I really want to stress on is:

Avene Very High Protection Cream available in SPF 30+ and 50+

I have been using this precious for a little over a month now, and I'm pleased to inform all beauty carers out there that this is one hell of a sunscreen for summer in Australia!

No, actually I take it back.

It's more than just a sunscreen.

My skin wasn't bad, but it wasn't perfect either. Usually after applying sunscreen on my face and out for a tan, I would come home to red, irritated cheeks. That stays. For weeks.

With this, it's flawless. For real, even if you're not going into the sun, apply this as a make-up base for perfect, glowing skin. You don't even need your foundation. What I do for my morning routine is cleanse, tone, protect and moisturise (plus a little eye and cheek colouring if I'm going out), and I'm good for the whole day.

Second piece of information, it doesn't smash your wallet against that damn metal-studded wall ;)

It's ok, you're welcome.

Sinful well-being

Another thing to be thankful for, thanks to my beauty bible, Val.

I'll make this sweet and straight to the point.

We were in Priceline. I told her I needed a body lotion that works. She dragged me to the next aisle and shove this in my face. Love at first sight and I stocked it up.

St. Ives Whipped Silk Body Moisturiser

Within 2 seconds upon the first touch, I know this will be in my ~~everyday~~ few times a day, to-use list. It is that good.

Even the name sounds disastrously sinful. Despite the acclaimed whipped texture, it leaves a silky finish to the skin that lingers till the next time you want to take your shower (which will be soon). Imagine feeling velvety all over your body, girls. Even the worst dressed will feel like a porn star.

Baby hubz was touching, feeling and groping me at every chance he got. And we're not even talking about sex. That's gotta be heavenly for sure.

***

Ok, enough being free ambassador, let's jump back in time.

One of Baby hubz's colleagues were leaving and we went out for nice dinner and a night of retro.

A night with them Europeans was actually something fun and nice. To me, anyway. Finnish, Polish, Dutch, Norwegian, German.. oh, and Greeks!

We went to Retro Club, which plays *duh 60s 70s 80s. Some of the songs, I didn't even know exist! We were humming, singing, dancing and laughing whole night long. Truly an International party, I'd say!

And did I tell you, I can die for accents?? Well, I definitely went to heaven that night :)

Temple day 2008

Another proof of how fast a year had passed us by.

Last year, I planned a little surprise visit home. Chinese New Year just ain't the same without loved ones bustling around you, laughter and gossips in the air, deafening crackers and yummy snacks.

This year, I stayed back and there wasn't even the faintest indication that Chinese New Year has indeed loomed near! 4 more days, to be precise.

Well, there's certainly no chance of conjuring festive cheer out of dull Melbourne air, but we found the closest substitute.

Off we went to the temple, for a day of vegetarian joy.

The same group.

The same symbol of a New Year.

Missy is missing home bad, and counting down to the family event doesn't help. So, let's just be grateful and take joy in what we have here.

Happy Chinese New Year, to all who celebrates. To those who don't, well, raise your glass and toast to love and being loved.

.. and here's to Princess-ship

One lazy afternoon, two young ladies, over three-tiers of sinful confectionery, chatted gaily in an English-style dining room.

Oh, what wouldn't I give to be reincarnated as Queen Elizabeth..

High tea at the Windsor's was an unforgettable experience. An indulgence that doesn't come by every 5 seconds, or rather.. 12 years.

So, we thoroughly enjoyed being amazing, beautiful, charming.. (I'm on a roll, don't stop me).. fabulous, gorgeous, oh.. and happy. I could do another set of U, V, W.. but modesty got the better of me.

Tell me if these two princesses don't deserve to be crowned.

***

Now that I'm back to Earth, there are chores waiting to be done and Baby hubz waiting to be pampered.

I wish all a safe and fun Chinese celebration, and happy 1-year to Missy Allets and her barren tree.

Yay!

I'll share my cookies with you

2008-01-16T12:42:00.000+11:00

We all know what a turd of shit forwarded emails are. They annoy me to no end, and I just wish there's a chip connected to my brain and help me clean out my emails just the way I wanted to.. yea, that's a mega lazy bitch talking, but hey, I'm sure we get that feeling every now and then, no? However, (and I NEVER would have imagined myself saying this, but..) I got this rather engaging and share-worthy email the other day, and guess what.. Missy is gonna "forward" it right here..

Life lessons from half a cookie
A young lady was waiting for her flight in the boarding room of an airport.
As she would still need to wait for a few more hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies.
She sat down in an armchair in the VIP room, to rest and read in peace.
Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.
When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated, but she said nothing. She just thought, "What a nerve! If I was in the mood, I'd have punched him for daring!"
For each cookie that she next took, the man took one too. She was infuriated but she didn't want to make a scene.
When only one cookie remained, she thought, "Alright.. let's see what this man would do now?"
Then, the man took the last cookie, divided it in half and gave her one half.
"That's too much!!" she thought. In a huff, she took her book, gathered her belongings and stormed to board the plane.
When she sat down in her seat on the plane, she looked into her purse for her glasses, and, to her surprise, there was her packet of cookies, untouched, unopened!

She realized what happened, and felt so ashamed!
The man had shared his cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter..
.. yet she had been feeling angry and annoyed, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him.
And now, there's no chance to explain nor apologize.
There are 3 things in life that you cannot recover.. The stone.. after it's thrown. The word.. after it's said. The time.. after it's past.

A lot of questions came to me when I was reading this email, a myriad of emotions running high. And most of all, a wave of familiarity..

I was reading about myself!!!

I gotta admit that Missy, for one, is an absolute selfish, stubborn and stupid being we call female. This coming from a self-proclaimed feminist must have sounded gold.. but listen to me, will you?

It is true, really, that we females think too much and care too little. By that, I don't mean we don't care about our other half. It's just that, we care about ourselves so much more than them.

I'm gonna risk being paraded along the Walk of Shame, but I'm totally ashamed. Totally.

And I don't mean to condemn every girl out there either. It's probably just me, being spoilt rotten from Day 0.25 onwards.

Baby hubz was right. I complain too much. Though not necessarily agreeing 100% what he says, he does have his good points to note. What is it about me that renders me incapable of seeing my blessings, but almost always frust about life's little details?

I don't know.

All I know is that I'm gonna try to change. It WILL BE HARD, yes. But I'll try. And I'll need barrels and yards of encouragement, support and motivation! And I'd certainly like to know if you females out there experienced this fleeting tingle of guilt before, however short-lived it was.

From now on, I pledge, I will share my cookies with you.