Have a good weekend blah blah

As a citizen of the modern world, I am now aware that travelling on planes is not necessarily a treat. Air pockets and bad landings are common enough occurence. Nobody so much as blinks an eye when the plane skids to a stop after bumming around the landing stripe a good 2-3 minutes. There might be an embarassed smile if you happen to catch somebody's eye, or maybe a shared moment of disbelief ...but most times, nobody bloody cares about the landing.

My worst to date would be across a sea on a blustery morning in winter...on a 737 with just that bit too many air pockets to be comfortable with. I spent the flight with my left hand on my left chest wall in a sorry attempt to calm the pitter patter. The air stewardess braved the rocky aisle to inquire........

I fly to Langkawi tomorrow.

The well travelled prawns

The prawns in the picture are NOT the prawns of this story.

Years ago, someone I forget whom once told me that practically every other grocery item in East Malaysia would cost marginally more than where we are at, which is Peninsular Malaysia. Another black mark against working there. A can of coca cola, we were told, would cost you 50 sen more. The roads would be shoddy and there was a high chance you would have to rely on a boat as your sole mode of transportation.

While I cannot deny there are some truths to these statements, it's grossly exaggerated. Let's then start with what is cheaper. SEAFOOD!! The West Malaysian visitors haul back boxes of prawns and fish during their brief visits. This evening, we were graced with a visit from an old friend who brought with her prawns.The prawns ( from East Malaysia ) had already made a trip from KLIA to Keramat ( where some of the prawns were presumably shared.) During the visit at work, we stashed the prawns in the communal fridge. ( Venue A )

They remained there for a few hours until which time we decided to eat. The prawns were then brought of the freezer and into the car...and into the freezer of another friend's condominium. (Venue B). At which point, all of us ( excluding the prawns ) were confused as to the exact nature of the visit and why the various stopovers and where was the final destination of these prawns. why were the prawns being stashed at venue B when presumably the friend living in venue B would be at Venue A the following morning for work and would take the prawns then.

How presumptuous of us, to assume the prawns were for friend living in venue B. The prawns were in fact for another sister ( who strangely enough was out of town and would be back much later in the night). So venue B was merely a stopover before landing up at venue C. ( Sister's place). If you're confused reading this...we were confused digesting the information. these prawns!!! They cost us a whole lot of headache. We were late for dinner!

Monday....second day of the week

Amazing how a little break puts you in a different place altogether. It's ten past eleven at night and I'm can safely say I had no crabby thoughts this Monday. Which to elaborate further passed smoothly. It's raining so there's a cool breeze outside.

Have you seen women post-delivery waddling along in socks? It's not a fab look. They look ill, at best they look like they left the house in a hurry. I'm wearing socks this evening....in a feeble attempt to keep some cream on the heels firmly ON the heel rather than ON the floor. I'm bringing this bit up because I've only just realised, wearing socks isn't half as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. I quite like it. Go on, have a go at it...and we'll compare notes.

How the weekend went on...

Folks who can write should be grateful for this gift. It isn't at all common, despite many claiming to have it.The weekend has been spent trimming and writing non-fiction. You may think it is possibly a less arduous task than writing a draft of a first novel. It is not. It is more painful ( not that I have experienced the novel-writing angst). The paus in the picture are pretty suggestive but I'll leave it to your own intepretation. Comic relief for the end of a good weekend in Port Dickson.

The sea

I feel 20% rejuvenated already,despite dozing off on the rattan chair this afternoon with the evening sun on my face. This is Port Dickson, and for the next 48 hours the sea will be less than 500 metres away from me. Do you then wonder why city-folks die younger? How can we live in this mini-jet-setter lifestyle ( we're talking pace here not actually the act of jet-setting like the rich and famous, or rich and not famous) and not realise it? I believe the human body can ( and does ) adjust to the presto tempo. Maybe a little too well.

Facebook

Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.

I can't decide whether I like ...I mean really like facebook. It's certainly more interactive than blogging. Over here, you wait in anticipation for some comments. And this may take a while. In FB world, you get quick replies to just about anything you post.

Status update ( FB style ) Edina is .....( taking a break from facebook )

Kim chi for everyone

From Korean drama serials..I've moved onto Dolsot Bibimbap. The BEST bibimbap, (and believe you me I've tried a lot of them across the Klang valley ) can be found on the 6th floor Sungai Wang Plaza. Tucked in a secluded lane of clothes is Restoran Shin. The girls who waitress there know me well although we haven't actually had a conversation before. Before I sat down yesterday evening, the waitress Smiley face spoke out the order " Bibimbap Chicken, Corn tea"? And we smiled.

"Meeting Mr Kim" is a travelogue by Jennifer Barclay. Can't give a review cos I only got the book this afternoon.

Oh dearie me

LAUNDRY SERIES: an existential question., originally uploaded by theshanghaieye.

Today's laundry day.The concept of clean clothes maketh a happy person is true. It's appeals to my sense of correctness. It's the getting to the clean clothes stage that I might have a slight problem with....especially on a lazy Saturday morning.

Past imperfect

Please get a copy of Snobs. From the moment you read the first sentence, it would seem impossible not to go on reading it....right through to the end.It is THAT good. And when you've read it, if you don't suddenly develop an urge to read more books by fellowes you're abnormal. And what's even better, Fellowes has written a second book Past imperfect. And I have a copy of that. I'm apprently not the ONLY person who thinks this a good read. So does Brilliant Asylum.

And I would want this in my wish list.

A funereal day in the week

I can't help but think that common courtesy is a gift, which should be extended regardless to just about any living individual we come in contact with. It requires not more effort , but perhaps less mocking words strung together in whole lines.

Time Time Time

Boundless energy

Tigger in the grass #2, originally uploaded by Lord V.

I have given more attention to this blog in this 3 weeks than in the last 3 years. There has been more than an intermittent absence periodically. And as Anna has pointed out I do tend to blog in spurts. Clearly this approach has not concerned faithful-Anna. This year you will be treated to regular posts. Since the flowers made their way here. It shall now be one of my more enjoyable tasks for 2009. Wish me luck!

I'm not going to blog in spurts which means I'll add something unrelated here. This counts for one post:) Thru "Kernel of truth" blog, I found this link to a very very funny complaint letter to Richard Branson. Go read it please.