You know the strange thing about marriage? The way we take things for granted? We always go to bed at night, listening to our spouse’s breathing and heartbeat as we drift away to sleep, and we think that we will always have that.
We never realize that such privilege, could actually be taken away from you until it’s too late. And when it’s too late, we often cling to what that’s already lost… unable to let go.
Things happens in a marriage and in a relationship. And they are not always good things. Fights happens. Misunderstandings happens. Infidelity and unfaithfulness happens. Death happens . All sort of unimaginable things happens to tear us apart and sometimes., we fall out of love without even realizing it. We no longer do things to please our other half, and we forget why we fell in love in the first place. Sacrifices, memories, are of no value as for some, love is seasonal.
Sometimes, it hurts, so, so much, to the point that you wish that you can just forget and move on. Time is not not quite a healer, but forgetfulness is definitely a healer.
How many of you, can proudly say that you will walk side by side with your spouse until he or she walks with his or her walking canes in their hands? Love… and even marriage is such a fragile thing. Nobody can guarantee that you will live a happily ever after with your spouse til the golden age.
Marriage and relationship is full of uncertainties, and would not come to a full circle until you can file up a picture of you and your spouse holding metal walking canes in your hands while standing side by side in your family album.
Cleffairy: We often say til Death do us apart or for as long as we both shall live. But how many actually get there?
I received a notification from Pos Laju last week, saying that they have tried to deliver a package to me but failed, since I was not at home, and I was requested either to call them up for a re-attempt of delivery, or pick the package up myself within 14 days.
I was really perplexed then. I wonder who sent me a package, as it’s not common for me to receive something before having known beforehand that someone is sending me a package. I asked around, and nobody admits that they sent me something.
It was weekend, and I had to wait until Monday morning before I could make necessary arrangement to retrieve the mysterious package. I wondered… if it’s books? Some publishers have the tendencies of sending me books for reviewing purposes…then I scratched off the possibility, as none of the publishers are generous enough to use a secure postal service, including my own publisher. (tsk tsk tsk!)
Then I wondered if it’s clothes… a dress or something of that sort… but then again, who would want to send that to me for a review? I’m scrawny and wouldn’t pass for a model for a million years anyway. My body shape is pretty unflattering for my age… and one could easily mistook me for some school kids from afar.
I was hoping that it’s some food from my mum who is living far away, but if it’s her who sent me a parcel or something of that sort, she would let me know beforehand, and since she didn’t… I can safely assume that the parcel is definitely not from her, and there goes my dreams of having some home-made dried food such as meat-floss, cookies as well as chocolates and candies. 🙁
Alas…my miserable pondering and wait comes to an end. I finally went and pick up the mysterious package from the post office first thing on Monday morning.
The package came from someone whom I least expected, and the content of the package is really surprising too. LOL…I never expect to receive a package from Annie Q(gosh, I don’t remember giving her my address… I must be turning senile!) with Sarawak genuine peppercorns in it. LOL…
It was really thoughtful of her to send it to me. It seems that my shameless, countless request for Sarawak peppers on STP’s blog caught her eyes, and she decided to give me some, considering her mum, who lives in SIbu came for a visit in KL with loads of goods from Sibu. LOL… thank you very much Annie, for sharing the peppers with me 😀 I was really surprised with your package, and it really got me laughing when I saw the content. I never expected someone to send me peppers that could last me at least one year! It was really a pleasant surprise…
There’s nothing like a Sarawak peppercorns to pepper up my day! 😀
Cleffairy: Thank you, Annie, for being so thoughtful. Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
ps: Cikgu, aren’t you glad that I won’t be pestering you for peppers anymore? LOL!
I adore you, and I have been in love with you for as long as I could remember. I was only a little girl when I first saw you, and I admire you not for just who you are, but for what you stood for. You’re not just an ordinary hunk, but a chunk of rock that the world could lean on. You stood for justice and truth. Something that is so, very rare today.
I used to be infatuated with your alter ego, Superman. Yes, Clark. Don’t be so surprised. I know who you are. I know Superman is the man behind the spectacles. I have been fooled for a couple of years, thinking that both of you are somewhat different entity, but I see now.
You’re the same man. I am not exactly galactically stupid, you see. You may present yourself as a mild mannered reporter for the entire world to see, but I know that in truth, you’re also the man who dares to wear blazing red underwear outside of your outfit, and make it a fashion statement.
That kind of courage is something every men should learn, seriously. It is not easy to wear something awfully stupid like that in public, and yet people still dare not laugh to your face. That simply scream ‘dare to be different’, or ‘be yourself’.
I adore you, Clark. Not because you have super powers or because you leap off the building at every distant S.O.S you heard. I adore you because of the things you cannot do.
I cannot imagine how hard it is for you to be two people at the same time, and how hard it is for you when you can’t answer every single calls for help, and how it quietly tears you apart. It must be hard, isn’t it? Enduring the emotional pain all by yourself while carrying the weight of the world on your shoulder.
I know how tormented you must have felt. Despite that, you still go around telling people that everything will be all right. You have assured the whole world, and offer the world comfort when it needed you most, but… I wonder, who comforted you when you needed it most? You may be the man of Steel, but… I daresay that your heart is made of flesh and blood.
You have so many secrets…and I didn’t just mean Clark=Superman. You must have felt awfully lonely,haven’t you, Clark? You have no choice but to keep everyone at bay, so that you can protect your anonymity and to protect your loved ones too from those awful supervillians.
They can’t possibly kill you without Kryptonite, but they could definitely kill your loved ones without Kryptonite.
Supervillians are all the same. If they can’t get you, they’ll hurt your loved ones, and that’s no consolation price either. And I shudder at the thought that they could actually turn your loved ones into your enemies by just using some alien technology and make them kill you slow and bloody! That…is a fate that I think I wouldn’t even wish upon my greatest enemy. It’s ultimate cruelty.
I understand that anonymity always walks hand in hand with privacy. That is why I valued both of it so much now. Seriously speaking, I hope… it shan’t be destroyed.
I can relate to you, Clark. I am a little bit like you. I have dark secrets, and I sometimes live a lie, deceiving the whole world into thinking that I am fine when I am not. And like you, I have the conscience to offer comfort to those who needed it even when I find myself being abandoned when I needed it the most. More often than not, I have to stand up for myself, and battle my own fights all alone, just like you. Like you, being me would mean a solitary life. And like you too, being me would mean that nobody would protect me from harm.
Being Superman means that you cannot be selfish and do things as you pleased because the world depends on you. I’m like that too sometimes. Life is not just about me alone. I wish it is all about me, sometimes, though. I bet you felt the same.
I love you… not because you are perfect, but because you are imperfect and you have alot of weaknesses. But your weaknesses never stopped you from going on and on. That’s what makes you the hero of my dreams. In my eyes, nobody have the perseverance like you, or stronger than you…not in term of strength, but in terms of mentality.
I wonder how many times you have been hurt and almost killed by the Kryptonite by your enemies? I think you have lost count of it, and yet, that doesn’t stop you from saving the world over and over again. Nothing stops you from getting back on your feet, no matter how hard it is for you. That is really admirable, Clark. I wish everyone is as strong as you. You may be an alien from a long destroyed planet. But in truth, you’re a man more than other men in this world.
Women all over the world must have lusted over you because you’re so hot, virile, handsome and powerful. You could have had any women you wanted. I really do admire you for being true to your one and only. How many men these days can do that? I think not many. Such men… are at the brink of extinction.
It’s going to sound really weird, but you inspire me, Clark. And because of you, I am what I am today. You inspired me to be a reporter and a writer, and you taught me that love must be unconditional and never asking anything in return. Love is just… love. Love is giving, never expecting anything in return.
Truthfully, you are responsible for what I am today.
Each time I feel lost… and alone, I thought of you. And each time I thought of you, I don’t feel alone anymore. Thank you, Clark, for being there when I needed you most. For restoring hope each time I lost it.
I’m no longer the little girl in pigtails who dreamed to be a journalist and maybe one a day novelist. I’m all grown up now, and at some point, I was a journalist, then a novelist. You helped me make my dreams come true by showing me your life. Your life as Clark Kent in the Daily Planet inspired me.
I’m married now. I used to dream of marrying you, Clark but you’re unreachable. You’re in a fantasy world, you’re not quite real, but you’ll always have a part of my heart that belongs to no other… because you’re an alien known as Kal-el, because you’re Superman, and just because you are Clark Kent. You inspired me and you gave me hope. You made it possible for me to hang on and to achieve what I wanted to achieve.
I want world peace. Yeah, right. That’s a blatant lie to your face. I don’t want world peace. Couldn’t care if the world wanna self destruct, though the world houses me. I believe if God says die, then you die. You got nothing to say about it, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
So if the world is going to blow up right now, I won’t feel anything about it. In fact, I would feel good. When my brain is all blown up to gooey, oozing pieces, then I won’t have to think so much about nasty people who doesn’t appreciate me and wants to confine me in order to take liberty with me.
If the world blow up, then I don’t have to think about all of these jackass, no? God, why the hell G.W. Bush Jr. is already retired when I needed him to press the damn button? And where the hell is payday loans when you need them?
Distasteful jokes aside. What I want right now, really? Good question. In my little small world, nobody asked me what I want anymore. All they know is what they want and demand it from me.
An old friend whom had been friends with me since God knows when asked me on Facebook asking what I want right this moment.
This is what I want right this moment. I want money. So that I can spend to my heart content and make me feel better. But nobody would give me money when I want or need them except for my dad when he comes to visit me once in a while.
But these days, I don’t feel like taking his money to spend as much as he insist to spoil me, cuz I don’t feel worthy of it. I feel like a bad daughter and have disappoint him all these while, and yet he still accept me for who I am and loves me unconditionally, unlike other people in my life. Full of expectation towards me and and expects me to wait on them 24/7.
Don’t I just want to to tell them to go to hell? I’m not a robot, you know? I feel sick once in a while, I feel tired every now and then, and I definitely feel fed up with things when people goes buffoon on me.
Anyway, at the end of the way, I am so glad my dad made an effort to be there for me when I needed him the most. I can only pray that I will be able to do the same when he needed me most. My dad asked me if I needed a vacation yesterday, and I told him yes. He gave me a raincheck. Wonder when should I take it. Next week? Next month? I can’t wait for him to bring me to the beach and be me again.
Cleffairy: Some people will love you unconditionally, but some others will place conditions on ‘love’, but truthfully, when you put conditions on it, that’s not love.
Last few weeks, I made a very long phone call to my father as well as my grandfather who lives miles away from me. It alarmed both of them badly because I don’t usually talk very long with both of them, so I guess that explains why my father dropped by in KL under the guise that he have business to attend to in KL. I really wonder if my father really have business to attend to in KL or he really did drop by because of me?
He didn’t seems to be busy with his meeting and presentation preparations this time. He appeared to be pretty relaxed… enjoying good food and good long walks with my mother. He even asked me if I wanted to join them shopping. I told him no, and he wondered if it’s because my payday have yet to arrive? And if it’s so, perhaps he could give me some sort of payday advance by letting me swipe his card to my heart’s content and buy whatever I like instead of just what I need. (Payday advance, my arse…that’s his way of trying to lift my mood and coax me into talking about what’s bothering me and I don’t have to pay a single cent back to him after that)
I don’t know if my father is on business or pleasure in KL this time, but for what it’s worth, I’m glad that he dropped by to see me. That explains why I suddenly go MIA without any advance notice. My father was in KL, and it’s certainly better talking to him than staying here online, cuz he actually listens and would never hurt me with harsh words and whatnot. He have his ways of talking to me… to advise me, to make me think, and to make me deal with my problems without damaging me.
He is a wise man and knew me very well. He could tell if I have problems with just listening to my voice, and he would advise me and comfort me. Wished I had heed his advises when I was a brat. Unfortunately, I had not the wisdom back then. I pray I do now.
Cleffairy: It is really comforting to know that though my life is not my own now, I would always be his daughter no matter what I do, and I could actually take a break from my mundane life for a while with merely one phone call. Nice to know, eh? One flight ticket, with merely one phone call. 😀
ps: God, of all the things you gave me… thank you for giving me my dad.
Sometimes, men are just like Internet service provider. They provide a roof over your head, decent food on the table, occasional sex when they feel like it and they get you somewhere by driving you out and accompany you when you need a chauffeur. They also serve as a good distraction when your mind is about to blow up as a result of being too much around a bunch of misbehaved children who can’t seems to just listen to you when you make effort to talk to them.
Like many many Internet service providers, no matter how good they are, men are not faultless. They are not perfect, though pretty much of them would love to believe otherwise. Some men could not accept truth. They wanted to be perfect, and therefore, an excuse for them to find solace outside of marriage.
Despite of the good service, there’s always noise (read: a communication term) as well as interference that’s caused by many factors. These service disruptions are often caused by decrease of revenues, political issues, hardware malfunction, failing business strategies, and many more.
More often than not, unavoidable problems like these will caused you to be disconnected, and when you called up their toll free number to complain, which they always claim to be at your service all the time, regardless day or night, you will be put on hold for many countless minutes that can go up to hours.
Talking to these…’operators’ can really irk you. They never fail to annoy you and frustrate you. And instead of getting your problems solved, more problems will arise, because they don’t actually solve your problems. They delegate it elsewhere… either that, or your complaints will be disregard or served as another occupational hazards.
It is intolerable, but what choice do you actually have when you’re placed in such predicament?
Not many, isn’t it? Not when you’re binded by a legal contract that could not be broken unless you’re willing to compensate and bear the consequences by terminating the contract.
There’s always…. damages to your pocket, and your way of life when you decide to terminate a contract. This is pretty common when you’re dealing with Internet Service Providers.
And most would be unwilling to terminate the contract because they either not willing to deal with the loss or not willing to go through the hassle of starting over with a new service provider. I have to say, that sometimes, comfort zone could really cost a fortune. It stops us from venturing and trying new things and new products, and indirectly, it stops us from advancing as well.
Would it be sufficient to say that even though we’re unsatisfied with a certain service provider, we tend to stick to the one that is monopoly-ing the market because we’re wary of such nonsense, and refuse to deal with the problems all over again with a new service provider?
Cleffairy: When your ISP fails you, or annoy you, you actually have the option of not going online for a while. After all it is just fools who builds their social life by just online, and online alone. There’s much more to life than just Facebook, blogs and Twitters. Only the blind, the dumb, and the deaf would put such value to it.
Learning history is fun, truly. And it is amazing somehow that despite of the changing time there are things about men and women that haven’t change, and I doubt ever will change. Men are still expected to go around, parading off with their manly conquests while women are expected to look at the four walls while being saddled by children.
Some men is known throughout the history not for their achievements, but their cruelties, infidelities and how insatiable they are when it comes to women. King Henry VIII is one of those men, well known for his sexual prowess as well as ruthlessness, despite of how very much he resembled an exploding balloon in those portraits.
Many feared him in his time. He called his own legitimate children bastards, and disposed his wives as he pleased. I’m not going to delve into too much of history, but it I suppose it’s sufficient to say that men, given the power to ditch their wife and family for a more exhilarating thing without being condemned, they would. Henry VIII is one of those men, and I don’t doubt that many men in the modern era wishes that they have such power and ability as well.
Henry VIII. 6 wives. Famous for: divorce, beheaded and die, divorce beheaded, survived. 6 women married to 1 man, suffered different fate.
First wife was divorced, second one was beheaded, third wife died because of post-natal complication, fourth was divorced because she wasn’t pretty enough, fifth was accused of infidelity and therefore her head rolled of her shoulder, but fortunately for the sixth, she survived because Henry died before her and she outlived Henry.
Men and women are both guilty when it comes to both seduction and infidelities. But when things goes wrong, the blame would all be on the wife. Katherine of Aregon, Henry’s VIII first wife is a good example of it. She was only guilty of not being able to provide him a male heir.
Then came the seductress Anne Boleyn. Coaxed him to divorce the Queen and encourage him to revamp the whole England’s faith from Catholic to Protestant. Captivated by her youthful exuberance and beauty, Henry divorced Katherine, only to find that Anne was a no good whore who could only give him a girl.
At this point of history, I laughed my head off, because Henry was involved with Jane Seymour at the same time Anne was pregnant with his child. (Gee, can’t blame Henry, can you? The wife can’t have sex with him, so find someone else to slake his manly needs)
The famous whore in history soon discovered their liaison, and miscarries. Displeased by the fact that his affairs was discovered, Henry VIII soon accuse Anne of infidelities and treason, and off with her head went dear Anne. 😀
Despite having claimed that he loved Anne Boleyn more than life itself and went as far as to change England’s faith for the sake of marrying her, Henry did not even grieve for his so called ‘beloved’ wife when her head was sent rolling. Instead, he married Jane Seymour merely a few days after her death.
Amazing, isn’t it? The story after Jane was rather uninteresting, as history repeats itself after Jane’s death. Henry divorce his fourth and beheaded his fifth wife. Nothing new there. It’s like Katherine and Anne’s case all over again. Lucky number six outlived Henry, though, so I guess God is fair.
Studying history as a woman makes me believe in karma. Historians may not agree with my dimwit pondering and musing, but I do believe that never ever go and play a home-wrecker. For what it’s worth, Anne Boleyn was one, and look at what happened to her. LOL. Beheaded when Henry VIII got bored of her.
Cleffairy: I kinda agree that some men are not worth fighting for, and the best revenge a wife could take when a another woman seduce her husband is to let the woman keep him.
What’s the 5 most horrible thing that could ever happen to an author?
1. Plagiarism
2. Author’s block
3. The world in the book and reality collides, and strange things that’s supposed to happen only in the books started to happen.
4. Falling in love with the characters that he/she created and started to believe that they are real, and the worst thing is the author would sometimes mistakenly address the people around them as one of the characters he/she created.
5. The main characters started to be overshadowed by the supporting characters, and the supporting characters started to take the lead and rocking the entire world inside the story.
This entry is going to sound rather queer but please bear with me, because right at the moment, I’m experiencing no. 3, 4. and 5. I’m not quite sure if that is normal. It’s a tad too much, isn’t it?
I know no. 1- 2 is pretty common among authors, and if you’re an author/someone who exercised writing regularly, you would probably complain about it at least once in your lifetime, and you could easily find a forum or a discussion board on how to solve that particular problem by merely Googling it.
Call me weird, or even lunatic, but I think writing is an acceptable form of Schizophrenia. Only through writing, unleashing a few characters in one body is acceptable. It is not only acceptable, but an author would be considered good at what he/she is doing if they are able to unleash a few characters on empty pages and make the characters believable. Yes. It is definitely an acceptable form of Schizophrenia.
I have no scientific explanation for what I’m experiencing at the moment, as I am not an anti social. I go out to chill and relax pretty often with my friends and family, and I swim at least once a week as well too. It couldn’t be that I have ‘no life’ that my brain had been forced to believe that that world and the people that I’ve created is real.
My only logical take on what I’m experiencing is probably that the brain is a very powerful programming device that could program the body to believe in almost everything and make things happen, including the queer and the impossible or that my brain is quite tired that it has difficulties shifting from one world to another. I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with no. 3 and no.4. Perhaps it is just a temporary insanity, and as long as it doesn’t ruin my life, I suppose, I can deal with it.
But I definitely know how to deal with no. 5. When the main characters in your story started to be overshadowed by the supporting characters, and the supporting characters started to take the lead and rocking the entire world inside the story, all I can do is make the best out of it and use the unplanned change of event to my advantage and just write. Sky is the limit, and creativity knows no bound.
Cleffairy: Life is just like having problem no.5. When certain things started to overshadow another, and certain chain of event started to occur and confuse you, all you can do is not dwell on it. Instead, just make the best out of the situation, and use it to your advantage. Wouldn’t you agree with me on this?
Those who are in my circle would know by now that I’m currently working on another novel, with the working title ‘Jar of Love’, and the novel in progress is one the culprit to my lack of sleep as well as lack of intelligent content in my blog.
To give myself a bit more time to work on my novel, I’ve been taking a break from blogging, and instead of writing the way I used to, I’ve been merely dumping my recipes and whatnots into my blog.
And though I feel guilty for doing it, as it’s not my style at all, I have no other choice, because living in my world, 24 hours is not enough for me to use, no matter how organized I am, and no matter how I scheduled up things for myself to follow.
Rest is not quite in my dictionary. In fact, it is rather…unachievable. Let’s just say I’m not blessed enough with a peaceful and a quiet home, and there’s constant noise that made sleep almost impossible. But then, maybe God knows best. You’d find that it’s amazing that you can actually do many things when you don’t really sleep.
Time is a legal robber. It takes many things away from us legally. It robs us of our youth, our beauty, and if we’re not careful, it could take away many more things away from us, including our life. Realizing that, I try to live my life as if there’s no tomorrow.
In my world… there is a possibility that there’s no tomorrow. Because I’ve always believed that death could come to my doorstep anytime. Some people may accuse me of being pessimistic and negative, but I speak the truth.
It’s logical, you see. I may not die because of an illness or any sort of long term suffering. But I could have been rammed by a lorry the next day and I might not be warned of it, or maybe, I suddenly got sick and depressed of life so much and decided to end it by committing suicide and therefore, I work and play like mad today before any of those happen to me tomorrow.
My future is not set in stones. It’s full of uncertainties and it’s unpredictable. My dad once asked me to imagine what, and how I will be like in 10 more years time, and sadly, I could not imagine it anymore and he had duly noted something about me that displeased him the last time I met him a couple of months ago.
He told me that I stopped trying to achieve and feeling good about myself, because the people around me constantly tells me that I’m not good enough, or I’m not up to par to their standards. He told me to stop downgrading myself that way; by listening to those people and he told me to stop trying to please them and for what it’s worth, he would support me, no matter what, for I am his daughter, and always will be.
The fact will always remain that though I’ve left home and hardly see him anymore, he’s just one phone call away whenever I need him. It’s just sad that I have to be reminded of that, no? I’m just so glad that he did told me that and made me see that even though the whole world ever decide to ditch me, he will still be there for me. With those words, my dad gave me a reason to start living for myself again.
What my dad says makes sense, and always have made sense, and thank God I can write. Writing is a part of my work and my life. Writing is a way for me to leave a legacy behind and it makes me feel good about myself. You see, when human finally die, they either leave a name behind and be remembered throughout the history or they’re slowly forgotten as time goes by.
My biggest dream is that I don’t want to be forgotten. It wouldn’t be unacceptable for me that when I die, people would refer me by using the past tense. I want people to speak about my by using the present tense. I want to be a part of the history. I would prefer people to refer me as “She is, and will always be the greatest, and as long as people can read, she would be immortalized.” instead of “She was the greatest”. When I finally expire, I want to leave a legacy behind…at least among people who could read.
When we grow up, we tend to loose direction and ambition because we’re driven by the harsh reality. We forget our dreams, and we no longer have the determination of a child. We live, just to survive, and no longer to achieve what we have set to achieve. We have jobs, instead of a career, and the world is a harder place to be in. I don’t think I want that, and be just an average Jane.
Sometimes, I do wonder, what the hell is stopping me from making the breakthrough? What is stopping me? That, ladies and gentleman a question that I wish I have an answer for myself.
Cleffairy:It is not Death that I fear. It’s living without a reason that I fear. Thank you dad, for giving me wisdom and courage when I needed it. Thank you for being there for me each time I needed someone to guide me along the thorny path. Happy father’s day to you, and all fathers in the world who are always there for their children. Thank you for being there, even when we’ve forgotten that you’ll be there for us.
This is yet another quickie and simple dish from me. While it’s a simple dish, it has a very huge meaning to me. Why? I will tell you why.
My husband…. is a lazy ass who will make bloody shits of excuse or even go to war in Iraq if I asked him to cook.
The excuse would be endless. The most common one would be “It’s a waste of time” (He’d rather drives out miles away to eat out) as well as “I don’t know where you put the stuff” (Good grief… the kitchen is Wonderland, issit, dunno where I put the stuff and can get lost inside…tsk tsk tsk…).
Despite of being skinny to a fault. I am like an elephant. I never forget. Especially when people do things for me. I would remember them for the rest of my life, or for as long as God permits me to. (So don’t make me pissed, okay? I will remember the bad things too!)
I can still remember. The last time my husband cooks a meal for himself was many years back. More than 5 years ago. It was Cintan Mushroom Chicken instant noodles. I could remember it clearly because… I was relatively indisposed and he fed me with it. Tasted awful. The instant noodles was very soggy and the eggs was overcooked. I couldn’t even move my body out of the bed back then and he was probably starving to even consider eating out or wait for me to cook for him. (No choice, he had to cook, hahaha… or else, don’t you even dare to dream on catching him dead in the kitchen. LMAO)
And the last dish that he cooked for me to eat when I was as flaccid as rotten vegetable was fried potato with soya sauce, also more than 5 years ago. I remembered it well, because it tasted rather good, and had me crave for more after that. (Thank God not all his cooking tasted like the awful Cintan!) I didn’t really know how to cook that stuff back then, as my cooking are usually the spicy kind.
It was simple fried potato with soya sauce. I had them with plain rice. Simple, but it really touched my heart and made me love him more, cuz he is an awful cook and like my father, he is the kind who were brought up by their respective mothers to prefer going to war or something rather than cook. It was installed in their mindset that cooking is ‘women’s fucking job’, and I believe there’s no effective way to un-install this shitty program from their brain.
Anyway, it is a comfort to know that he would fight a battle in the kitchen for me, and feed me with some food when I’m relatively indisposed or sick.
My husband can really make nice, fried potatoes with soya sauce. And I felt like eating it again a a couple of days ago.
I wasn’t sick or anything the other day though, and so, instead of waiting for miracle to happen again *cough*, I took out the necessary ingredients to cook fried potatoes with soya sauce, and share it with him. My recipe is an improvised version, though. Here’s how I ‘abridged’ my husband’s original fried potato with soya sauce.
Ingredients:
5 medium sized potatoes, sliced
3 tablespoon of oyster sauce
5 tablespoon of light soya sauce
1 teaspoon of chopped garlic
Some cooking oil
Half cup of water
Salt and pepper to taste
Here’s how you do it:
Clean the potatoes, get rid of the skin, and cut the potatoes like in the picture above, and fry them til golden brown. Take them out and put aside.
Add in the oyster sauce, soya sauce and water. Stir. And let the sauce sizzle and thickens. Before adding the fried potatoes. Make sure the sauce coat the potatoes evenly. Add a bit of salt and pepper to taste in you prefer.
Take out from the wok before the potatoes turned mushy, and serve hot with plain rice.
NOTE: If you prefer the fried potatoes with soya sauce to be sweet, add in half a teaspoon of honey into it. It’ll do the trick, and your children will be asking for more.
Cleffairy: The most recent time where my husband actually made something for himself in the kitchen was mid April 2010, and it was Nescafe instant mix. (Cuz I was tired and was sleeping away my fatigue) Will update you folks if he ever cook again, and let you buy lotto with the date. And if you get lucky, please remember to treat me something nice to eat! LOL.
ps: Obviously don’t give a damn about all the shitty cholesterol. It’s my problem if I wanted to go inside my grave early, ok?
