Piccie-Time!

Have a good week :)
Experience: Butt of Jokes, Diva in Denial, Freak Extraordinaire... this is my life.
SoulDoc mentioned over vanilla soy cafes that my posts are very wordy...
Translated, that means I talk a lot.
Another thought I chewed over (briefly) was a question asked by KakiCucukLangit, a.k.a. Naz, in his post about WHY we blog.
Umm... well. It used to be to keep friends who are overseas updated. But. I dunno if anyone reads my blog any more haha. So I guess the real answer is... force of habit.
And SoulDoc, these next few pix are for you... hark back to our conversation last night about zippy meals for busy people :)
Prep time: 10 minutes
Ingredients: eggs, 1% milk, Brown Buttons, half a yellow onion, Italian herbs, pinch o' salt, 2 tbsps of Extra Virgin Olive Oil (for the non-stick pan that's no longer non-stick), Crispy Curlies lettuce, 2 slices of toast and Bega Super Slims.
Conceived from the meanderings of Zalina Lee at 12:55 PM
I have grooves in my right thigh deep enough, wide enough, to plant strawberries....
Fucken' crazy cat! That's Football, a.k.a. the Albino Piglet. She eats like one :p She tried jumping (and clinging) onto my bare leg while I was feeding her and the other kittens cheese.
That's her, attempting to look innocent of all charges, bloody criminal! And the alcohol wipes flamin' HURT! :'(
Ok, I gotta rush to work. Isn't she cute though?? :D
p/s: My other kitten, Fluffy (I know...who thinks of these names, right??? Anyway, it's not my idea. Blame the child...Dolly)...got her leg broken. Somehow. Apparently, it's going to cost us (conservative estimate, this..) RM1000 to patch her up. The great mystery is... HOW did she break it? And just the one hind leg?
So...I took Da Doll to catch the Transformers. Call it a Rite of Passage...mother to child, the sacred passions of my childhood (these include the Thundercats, Pirates of Dark Water, geez...He-Man?....brain drain, brain drain!), passed down. I had a hard time trying to convince Ms. Langkawi Barbie (cuz we're asian, and aren't near Malibu k?) that the Transformers are a rockin'-A cartoon dream come true!!! Hahahaha!
Anyways, she was impressed...but it took her a while, cuz during the drive...well, baby doll wasn't buying it ;) When we got to the cinema, the drama unfurled. An accumulated list of grievances IN the cinema are as follows:
Conceived from the meanderings of Zalina Lee at 12:23 AM
Haha, I laugh everytime I hear that song... Weird Al is definitely...weird :)
Anyways, I've been down with the flu!!! Yah... and I've had to cancel lots of classes. Part of that was because my voice had a distinct croak to it. But really, I managed to do a demo jingle last night with my froggy voice, so the real reason is I just don't want to sit in a tiny, enclosed room...spreading my germs around.
Doesn't it bother you to hack, choke, cough, wheeze, and snort indelicately in a confined area? Yeesh.
To prove my earnestness in recovering my full health...Here are photographs evincing my sincere intent!
Evidence 1: I have DRUGS!!! I have compiled my medication and snapped a shot, to prove to you that I have indeed been toking up on drugs up the wazoo! Difflam for the throat, antibiotics for the inflamation in my tonsil area, Panadol for those pesky fevers, zyrtec for the drippies...and cough suppressants. Dang if I know the name :)
Evidence 2: Sickie food!!! ABC soup with some stock. Roots which have sprouted roots, carrots, onions (ONIONS HAVE LAYERS, OGRES HAVE LAYERS....ya geddit?!?!)...and a wee bit of pasta. Heh heh.
Evidence 3: Dark Chocolate... an old wive's tale goes that dark chocolate can ease and appease a sore throat. Studies show that dark chocolate has healing properties!!! :D But really, who can resist those nummilicious, ooshy-squooshy balls of decadent Lind'Or??
Evidence 4: Reese Peanut Butter Cups! The ultimate sickie test... pop a few of those bastards in, and if your sore throat doesn't get worse, it means that the drugs, dark chocolate, and sickie food, have WORKED!!! Hallelujah!
I rest my case :)
To hubby, who has been sending me hate sms for fucking up on the Skype phone purchase, I'd like you to know that yes, my love. I'm feeling better. Thanks for asking. I've been taking care of myself. And I've got the proof for yas. You might never forgive me for not testing that phone, but it's a wee bit hard to when the shop proprietor doesn't have skype, I don't have skype credit, and in general have been ill.
There. NOW I'm done :D
Conceived from the meanderings of Zalina Lee at 5:42 PM