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| I crave.... curry.
I found a couple of years back on a ski trip with my brother that the Brits apparently L.O.V.E. their curry. It's a special kind of dish for them that they indulge in from time to time.
Now I, being the snobbish Malaysian that I am, have never once tried this British curry. I mean... it contains all sorts of things NOT found in Malaysian curry (which I believe is the best curry in the world and I dare anyone to say otherwise). For one, British curry is anything but 'hot' or spicy. It's sweet. They
throw all kinds of things into them, such as broccoli, apple and they
HAVE to eat them with a BANANA. I mean, I know Banana Leaf Curry but
curry with banana?! Heresy!
Curry is supposed to be full of flavour and spices that upon landing, fires up all your senses and sends you running to the tap to put out the flames. It's not supposed to sidle in, waft around a bit and disappear. Which British curry pretty much is. Or so thinks this biased Malaysian.
I had a chance a while ago to put this theory to test. This year (my final year in uni!), I had been staying with 5 Brits and 1 American, and am quite close to 4 of them (the cool kids, as Cowgirl says). Cooking and eating together are pretty much a daily thing for us (as well as hour long tea breaks, but I digress). One of them, Amazon, asked me to teach her how to make curry.
I thought, Yay!, someone will finally know how to make proper curry!
Boy, was I wrong....
I sensed something was quite wrong when the dish was done. For one, instead of the usual bright red or orange that my curry usually has, hers was a light yellow. Another thing was that she used the generic "Mild Curry Powder" they sell in Sainsburys here, which we all know is a big No-No.
The minute I put it into my mouth, laughter erupted in the kitchen from the watching flatmates. (look, so I have a hard time controlling my facial expressions, ok?! Now hush) I stared at her. I stared at the curry. I chewed. I swallowed.
It was... good. But despite following all the right steps, IT TASTED NOTHING LIKE CURRY.
Hurrah for the ever triumphant British curry.
Despite all my prejudice, last night I cooked my curry with a British twist. Besides the usual tomatoes, onions, potatoes and meat, I decided to be adventurous. (it had Nothing Whatsoever to do with me needing to finish off my leftover vege and fruit. Honest. *uncrosses fingers*) I added in 1. Carrots; 2. Apples, and 3. Radishes. There was a moment where I wondered whether I should put in grapes as well but my mind shuddered at that and retreated.
And guess what? It actually tasted good!!! Very much so.
I therefore conclude, maybe the Brits have something going right here.
But I'll be damned if I eat MY curry with a BANANA.
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| I don't get butterflies in my stomach when I see him.
I don't get all fluttery and hyper.
I don't see myself spending the rest of my life with him.
I'm myself when I'm with him.
I'm so happy that I could dance on the clouds when I'm with him.
I'm so comfortable with him that we could spend all day together and not say a word.
I feel so safe in his arms that the world seems so far away.
I'm me with him.
I guess... I do like him after all.
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| After nearly a year of inactivity, my blog is resurrected from the dead. It helps that it's nearly exam time and blogging is a way of avoiding studying. Highly doubtful that my blog is still being visited by friends but you never know. Or at least, I never will.
Nonetheless, I shall try and maintain this blog on and off for the next few months.
New news. After what seems like aeons of single-dom, I have joined the ranks of what Facebook would say, "In A Relationship with xxx" The elusive someone somehow found me.
Barring the blissful feeling of completeness, closeness and ok, you are WAY too open for comfort now, two niggling things bug me.
One. What happened to all my old-fashioned concepts of guy chasing girl went? It seemed as though this whole thing happened due to ME chasing HIM. 21st century woman bedamned... I want my old fashioned courting back!!!
Two. I picked the right guy... Right? Not that I'm going to marry this one (I'd run if he even brought it up now), but... I did say yes because I really wanted to, right?
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| This was up in my friend's Facebook. Her mom sent this to her and I found it pretty funny. Have a read.
Monastery Life
A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is
assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws
of the church by hand.
He notices, however, that all of the
monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So,
the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that
if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be
picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the
subsequent copies.
The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
He
goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the
original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't
been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the old
abbot.
So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing.
"We missed the R! We missed the R! We missed the R!"
His
forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The
young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"
With A choking voice, the old abbot replies,"The word was...
CELEBRATE!!!" | | |
| People get high on drugs... smoking... alcohol... I get high on Food.
Everytime I eat food, during and after, I feel really happy. It could be because the food is digested faster in me than in other people thus making me feel really energetic and bouncy.
Weird...
Also, I've been getting these very vulgar, rude messages from a Malay pervert. I'm not being racist! He's been sending me both English and Malay messages and the English messages are in broken English whereelse the Malay ones are written correctly. What kind? The descriptive one. It's been going on for nearly 3 weeks now. I thought he had given up for a while but he didn't. So I am going to lodge a police report against him sometime soon.
I've been told to tell Digi to block his number. I will get round to it. But right now I'm at the stage where I want to cause trouble for him. Lodging a report against him would mean that he has a black mark in his record and he'll have a hell of a lot of trouble when he wants to do some stuff (like getting a visa anywhere!) Although I'm pretty sure he's a pretty poor idiot who can't even afford a holiday in Malaysia. heh. Annoy me for a short period of time and I'll get you for your life. And I really mean it.
And no! It's not one of my friends pranking me... None of my friends would do something like this. Furthermore, the first day he actually called me to ask " can I be your friend?" so I KNOW it's not anyone I know.
You just have to wonder at these perverts who go around doing this stuff. Don't they have anything else better to do? Like earning money to get a better life? Cos I'm sure that the idiot is the sort who's working at a petrol station earning peanuts. He seems like it, no? The poor Malay guy on the street that is shocked by even the smallest show of flesh.
Ok, I'll stop for now... I wanted this to be a happy post but it ended up being a rant. Does anyone even read this blog anymore??? Lol.
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