Ahpek, oh Ahpek....sigh.....

I was getting impatient waiting in line for this ah-pek to finish his transaction after transaction. It was like he was trying to close his bloody account at the ATM....and I wanted to shout at him, 'Ahpek! To close account you have to go inside and close your account, you know!' but it would be really rude and mean for me to do that.

So, I hum a song, tap my toe, imagine that I am in Hawaii and that a handsome hunk was standing at my side. Better still, that handsome hunk in my imagination would be doing naughty things to my ear and throat. Probably biting considering my fixation with Vampires these days.

So, this ahpek outlasted about three people in another line and I am turning purple in the face with the waiting. The problem is that he was pressing evvvveerrrrr sssoooooo ssslllloooowwwwllllyyyyy, and when he gets his cash, he counts the money there and then. He doesn't trust the ATM machine to do it right!

Brilliant.

I can hear the people behind me sighing and making really rude noises by now but Ahpek is probably half deaf and he can't hear any one of us. So, he counts and counts and counts. Then he put his ATM card back into the machine for another round. I don't know how many bloody cards he's got but felt like he had at least five. Or eight. Or ten. Who knows, right?!

Some people hopped onto the next line already but I was right behind Ahpek, so, there was a glimmer of hope that he would be done with his LAST CARD....SOON!!!! I mean, there's only so many cards a person can have and so many transaction a person can perform, right? A person would have to have balls of steel to withstand the glower that waiting customers would throw him and the silent curses we were hurling at this poor old man.

But poor old man was taking forever!!!

Where got people count money after withdrawing from ATM machine wan? I mean....machines don't mistakes, right?

Do they?

On second thought, maybe Ahpek is not so stupid after all, huh?

*Ahpek - old man

Maid Side-Kick

I was kind of a little sad when I read the news about this - there will be no live-in Indonesian maids in Malaysia anymore.

There are pros and cons to having a live-in maid, as with everything else, but for us, we enjoyed more pros than cons. Back then, when my kids were little, we brought in a family of maids to help with...well, just about everything, and we were like two families merged into one. They ate what we ate, we sleep, they sleep, we shop, they shop, they joke, we laugh, we joke, they laugh...for me, the maid I hired was more like a sister and side-kick to me.

For that few years, I was dependent on her to mind-read my schedule and when I need or don't need help. She picked things up quickly and we ended up having lots of moments whereby we were in sync. Today, two of them are on my Facebook and we were gleefully chatting over Facebook Messenger since they've just discovered the wonders of the Internet and Social Media.

Since we were more like partners in crime, I f…

Grilled Salmon With Unagi Sauce

I always disagree with people who say that they are lazy to cook, it's too hard, no time, too difficult, easier to eat out....etc. I can't agree because I have found multiple ways to cook simple, cheap meals without causing too much of a ruckus to my schedule. All it takes is a little bit of planning ahead and research. And a sense of humor when it turns out...to put it nicely...sucks.

Anyway, here's one simple one that ANYONE (kids included) can cook up. Seriously simple and easy.

I love salmon but my kids don't like the smell and texture. But that doesn't mean that I can't go out to the market and spend RM11 on ONE single piece of salmon fish and make MYSELF one, right? Kids can have the overnight pizza. :-)
This is fresh from the market....man oh man! I LOVE IT!!
Wash it properly, de-bone the thing if you want to but I just left everything the way it is and just covered the fish with some of the following:-

Yup, salt, pepper and McCormick's season-all powder…

It's The Hormones Slinging All Over Ryan Gosling

Every time I do this, you know I'm PMS-ing. I am usually quite sane and well-behaved. I promise you this. But..... After watching The Notebook, I am fully convinced that Ryan Gosling is not a man. He's sex. Pure sex. And love, of course. I knew that.I love Ryan Gosling whether he looks like he just woke up on an island....ESPECIALLY when he's half-naked!!!!I love him even if he's kissing someone other than me (who he SHOULD be kissing)I love him even when he's got literally no hair.I love him eventhough without the beard thing, he looks like a schoolboy still growing out his pubic hair.I love Ryan Gosling to the core and then you tell me one other thing to make me fall in love with him even more! I feel signs of a mild heart attack already!He plays the piano. He sings. And he sings to KIDS for Halloween!I mean.....aawwwwww......how come we good women who are only sometimes a teeny weeny bit (and I mean really tiny bit) bitchy never get one of these? What?! We DO …

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