Kusut dan Jiwang, Inc.

I’m kusut, and I’m hungry. It’s nearly 6 pm, and I have not had my lunch yet. Am thinking of my choice of comfort food. One of them is a recipe I myself invented while having one of those midnight hunger pangs and had to make do with whatever was in the fridge.

Sandwich Kusut

what you need: eggs, bread, garlic, mushrooms, lettuce, oil, mayonnaise

what you do to them:

1. Fry/boil/poach the egg
2. Slice the garlic, fry in just a little bit of oil
3. Add mushrooms to the garlic, fry till cooked
4. Slice the lettuce thinly
5. Pile the eggs, mushrooms, lettuce and mayo on a slice of bread
6. Sandwich the pile with another slice of bread

This sandwich is best eaten while watching CSI:Crime Scene Investigation. Enjoy!

Women can gossip almost everywhere. I don’t know about men, maybe they can gossip almost everywhere, too; but as a member of the largest sorority in the world that is womanhood, I can confirm the statement.

Restaurants, cars, departmental stores, bedrooms, even shower stalls - these are the common venues for gossiping. What else is better than gossiping while you are stuck in a traffic jam, waiting for the cappuccino to cool down or searching for the elusive perfect black trousers?

But in a swimming pool? Now, that’s a bit out of the ordinary. I’m not talking about the odd-shaped private pools like the ones featured in Louis Vuitton ads; I’m talking about a 50m x 25m, Olympic-size, public pool.

I went swimming at one of those pools yesterday. Realised that I had been binging over the weekend - pasta with garlic, mushrooms and olive oil; one cornish pasty, three slices (!!!) of pizza, 2 servings of nasi lemak on Sunday, etc etc.. - I had to burn some of the mozzarella cheese-  and the santan-turned-lipid off. More of a guilt-driven than a concern for health exercise. So there I was, doing short laps and pausing to have breather from time to time. Monday afternoons are exclusively for women, so the pool was full of ladies of all ages and sizes. I swam on the deeper side of the pool to break away from the giggling teenagers showing off their svelte bodies. The side I was on, though, was occupied by giggling women in their thirties (although not as svelte as the teenagers haha)!

So while I clung by the poolside to catch a breath, I couldn’t help eavesdropping to the conversation of two kakak-kakak next to me. Can’t tell you the exact detail, but I am sure they were gossiping on a colleague hahahaha… Words such as "I heard that she…." and "XYZ told me she was…."  kept popping up in their conversation. Continued swimming after that, and everytime I stopped, there they were, still huddling close together…

You have to pay RM2.50 to enter the pool, and you are allowed only 2 hours to swim. The two ladies did not even swam a stroke all the time I was there. What’s the point of going to the pool, then? It’s cold, you get wet, no refreshments can be taken with you, you have to rinse and dry yourselves once you are out of the pool, and the list goes on. Why not spend your RM2.50 for a glass of apple juice and 5 pieces of pisang goreng at the stall near Tunas Manja? Or go to Megamall and spend the money on hairbands? Ah well, it’s up to them to spend their RM2.50 as they like, anyway….

Look at that car.

See how sexy it is.

It’s my dream car.

I have been in love with Mercedes Benz’s SL-Class line since I was about 13. The one featured in the picture is a 2006 SL65 AMG. There was one very well-known SL (can’t remember the exact model) in KK then, owned by one of Harris Salleh’s daughters (Harris Salleh was a former Sabah Chief Minister). I’d usually see her in Khidmat Supermarket, an old local supermarket my mom and I’d usually stop by after she picked me up from school. She would wear rubber boots, similar to Phua Chu Kang’s; possibly just back from her father’s orchard. If I saw her in the supermarket, I would take a glimpse at the small carpark outside to see her Merc SL. I sort-of aspired to be like her; rich and stylish, yet still down-to-earth enough to wear dirty boots in public.

Anyway, from then on, I’ve been in love with the SL-Class. Its silhouette is so smooth, it exudes elegance even though it is covered in mud. So sporty, yet so demure. One can wear one’s baju kebaya, or one’s hipster jeans and denim jacket,  and still look equally chic while driving an SL.

Call me an old-money yuppie-wannabe. Go with your Imprezas, Lancer Evos, Porsches and Lambos; I’ll stick with my beautiful SL.

Now, where’s that lottery ticket again?

Applied for my MyKad today, AT LAST haha! Not bad for a procrastinator like me, considering that JPN is still offering it for free till December 2005. Surprisingly, it only took about 15 minutes from the time I got my turn-number till I got my receipt of application. A "Yay!" for JPN Indera Mahkota!

My MyKad will feature me in a purple scarf, though. You have to wear a dark-coloured scarf, and *surprise surprise*, all three of my dark scarves are either dirty or left in KL. So I had to wear the ones that JPN provided. Were already dreading it all the way from home, since my mom had encountered a similar experience in KK before. However, the scarves that JPN supplied there were…erm…not-so-nice smelling, if you know what I mean. She had to hold her breath throughout the photography session hahahaha…Thank God the ones here were clean, or at least they looked and smelt clean.

So I have to wait another 2 months to see how I look in a purple scarf. If it turns out allright, I may paste a photo of my new MyKad here. Watch this space ;)!

Had an atypical weekend, but I’d rather not talk about it. I’d rather list down the things and happenings that had provided amusement for me over the weekend:

• Watching Richard Ashcroft singing live on Live8! Backed by Coldplay, no less! And singing The Bittersweet Symphony! THE Bittersweet Symphony!
• Frothy ice-blended raspberry from Giant near Batu Caves. Hope someone hadn’t spat on it
• The suddenly-pouring rain, right after I started singing the second verse of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Memory
• My sister’s fake-looking blue-black hair. Very Wednesday Addams
• Perodua MyVi
• Brown butterflies, many have been squashed on the road

Got to go home now. I’m so hungry I can eat a horse.