November 13, 2009
This is not the first time that the mesh-wire screendoor in our apartment has been left with a gaping hole. It is also not the first time that we have to get it fixed. And that’s for both of the mesh-wire screendoors we have on 2 of our balconies!
It happened again recently and the only reason the hole was discovered was because I saw Fudge on the outside of the balcony. The side where the plants are at. The other side of the apartment where she isn’t supposed to be and cannot get into unless we open the screendoor. The moment the hole was discovered, the curtains were drawn to prevent the other 2 cats from being copy-cats (which they obviously attempted!)
Then I realised that Fudge started running from one end of the apartment to the other end several times; almost deliberately at high speed so she would bounce off the mesh-wire screendoor. It occurred to me then perhaps, just perhaps, she may just have discovered that by doing so, her body impact to the flimsy screendoor can actually create a new opening for her!
I don’t have anything to prove my theory, but I won’t be surprised if she does. If my suspicion is right, she really is a smart, sneaky, little cat!
November 13, 2009
I have been stopped-short on my tracks not once, but 4x by people on the street asking for directions in a span of 10 minutes while walking from home to my office. The most stops I have had experienced so far as a walking directory who have yet to wake up and still feeling grumpy in the morning.
Not that I ever minded giving directions, but 4 times in a row is quite a bit in such a short time span given my morning temperament. What makes it more daunting is the fact that these passer-bys tend to ask me for directions in Thai; obviously, a blame I cannot put on them, as they don’t know any better. The truth is, I’ll be happy with helping with directions at any time of the day, but as soon as I replied with a “Pardon? Or I’m sorry, can you speak slowly” the moment they rattled on like a bullet train, they would give me “a look”. A priceless super shocked sheepish look , followed with a girly cover-the-mouth-giggle accompanied by wide-eyed popping corneas and a super long echo-ey “oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” , suggesting they have no clue that I am not Thai. Each time that happens, I would feel like an alien for a minute. I swear I could almost feel how shockingly sorry they were for picking the wrong person!
Honestly, I think I’m able to figure out what they say and I’m pretty sure I can direct them where or how to go with my pidgin Thai. If only they would speak slowly for me, instead of just giving me a funny look, an overtly shocked oh reply and then just walk away…
Funnily though, one older lady out of the four actually repeated her question in English and when I told her where to go, she replied with a “You are welcome” to me. I had to smile at that, thinking it came out wrong as it should have been me saying that. Then again, I realised that unconsciously, “thanks” actually came out from my mouth right after she said “you are welcome”. *smacks head*
Me and mornings are the bestest of friends.
November 11, 2009
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That’s my version of Stammpot Stamppot, Dutch traditional dish from a combination of mainly potatoes, vegetables (I used kale here), onions and mushrooms all mashed up and mixed with half a cup of full cream milk. Obviously, I can’t help but add some form of meat into this otherwise all-vegetarian-sounding-dish with chicken sausages and leftover beef meatballs
Actually, it’s my first time trying this. I have only heard about it before, but have never tried it myself. Since it’s Silver Bullet’s birthday, I thought I’d give this a go and surprise him with this tradional, yet humble Dutch dish which he occasionally raves about. Stammpot Stamppot as I am told, is comfort food for the typical Dutch. I’m glad to say that he loved it! So, that’s another recipe to add on to my list of dishes!
I have to say though, I thought that the end result did look like that of baby’s food or food meant for the old folks who have lost their teeth! I guess Stammpot Stamppot to the Dutch is like Nasi Lemak to me.
Or char kway teaw.
Or prata.
Or mee rebus.
Or goreng pisang.
I think I just managed to give mysef another set of craving which cannot be immediately satisfied. Damn!
This is not the first time that the mesh-wire screendoor in our apartment has been left with a gaping hole. It is also not the first time that we have to get it fixed. And that’s for both of the mesh-wire screendoors we have on 2 of our balconies! 