Corn On The Cob

Corn on the cob is a delectable dish that should be enjoyed no matter where and how it is served. I am very concerned at the way I eat my corn as I do not want anything to get stuck on my teeth, which is of course is near impossible, so to avoid embarrassment in public I choose not to eat this at all.

Have I told you that my little angel has a big appetite for a tiny body, she can eat anything that you put in front of her. During our KFC outing, she actually finished the left over chicken and yes also the last remaining corn on the cob. She is not near so neat where this is concerned.

Eating corn on the cob can be a tricky thing, it is not so easy to be efficient without part of the kernel sticking in between your teeth. Have a look at the picture, this is how my little angel ate her corn, one will not be wrong to think that she may not have the right set of teeth. The corn looked so pathetic and more messy when she was done.

Who cares right, as long as she enjoyed her food, and there's only the family around to laugh at her if her teeth looked messed up. By the way, it is really important to go quickly to the wash room and use a toothpick to clean your teeth, and rinse your mouth of any excess kernels that can still be there.

How High Can You Go?

Living in the rough and with very limited accessiblity to the minimal requirements of everyday needs, had somehow taught me to entertain myself in order to survive. While working at the hydro project years back and being the only lady management, I had no choice but to quickly blend in.

The nights were normally very very quite except for the sounds of the strong mountain winds, as well as the millions of singing crickets. To kill time the expat staff and me will normally challenge each other over some very well stupid games, but it kept us going. It was never an easy task to have to work hard and cater single handedly for four growing up kids. (No regrets, I will do this all over again for them).

Anyways, back to the game, there were times that we will start collecting empty cans of drinks (no liquor allowed at the project site) and stack them up on top of each other. We will cheer on for the top most can to be put without toppling the rest of cans (by the way the looser will have to pay for the drinks). We can do this over and over again, laughing and teasing each other till past mid night.

Last Saturday while we were eating at KFC Chef Diva did just that, stacking the empty coke paper cups on top of each other, while hubby challenged anyone who can blow them down. It just brought back memories of those times not too long ago.

Let's see how high can you go!!!!

Three Is A Crowd

Excuse me, can you tell me how did you get your husband? Oh, it is indeed none of my business, but since you have become so shameless of late, and such a show off, I think you need to be reminded that home wreckers like you should burn in hell.

You were just a stupid ticketing staff when you offered yourself to him on a silver platter, well that is no surprise because you only have peanut for a brain, and of course he has a wagging dick. You strike it right at the right time. Then when you feel that he wanted to back out, you went further, you go to the hokes pokes black magician to ruin a happy marriage. You succeeded, congratulations.

The divorced, a home is broken, you became the winner, oh wait a minute........... I forgot, where did you solemnized your marriage? Was it at the border? I think so, arrr................. there is where bitches get married to other womens' husbands anyways.

I only want to tell you one thing, I don't know what is it that you are breathing, but you are a filthy person. You are even denying her the least of a contact. Laugh now bitch, while the world is laughing with you, and I sure hope that they will be there too when you start crying. I wish you nothing bad, like I said before you are none of my business, but she is, so please STOP hurting her.

Don't forget while you think that those around you are friends, you might be surprised that they will be the same people arranging those daggers behind you.

Good luck, enjoy while it is still yours.

The Tram, The Tram

Realized that I have something super urgent to do before the weekend, controlling my mind from panicking I decided to take one step at a time.

This morning I left the house together with hubby and my little angel, as usual on the day that I am out of the house, it has to rain with all the cold winds, and to make matters worse, the tram was not in sight at all. People were piling up at the station, there were announcement after announcement (which we have no clue at all) about the delay.

When the tram finally arrived it was packed and near impossible for all three of us to board at the same time. My little angel has to be priority as we don't want her to be late for school. The next tram was not much better than the first one, but time was no on our side, so hubby and me just squeezed ourselves in.

The next tram change was to take us to the destination, it arrived on time, we boarded it quickly. The tram suddenly made a detour without any announcement, looking at each other, we started to contemplate but carry on the journey. Little did we realize that the tram was going on the opposite direction. Oh my God, it has to happen today....................!!!!!!

It is no point dropping off, so we decided to just go on with the journey, till the tram turns back. In all what would have been a 10 minutes ride to our destination, we took an hour today. Hubby can't wait with me, so after dropping me off he left.

I waited for my number to be called at the queue, butterflies in stomach, throat all dried up, hoping and praying that the news will be good. Finally, I was knocking on the designated door number, to be greeted by an over excited lady, after checking all the papers, some questions here and there, I got what I had journeyed to take. Alhamdulillah.

Thank you Lord for yet another of Your blessing..................... *smiling*

Not Too Hot About Hot Kitchen

The requirement of her industrial training is to cover all the kitchens. For nearly 2 months she was spoiled in the cold kitchen under the supervision of two wonderful chefs. Then she was transferred to the hot kitchen, also under a kind chef, but she discovered that it was not all cozy in the hot kitchen, of course being an apprentice, she was made to learn all the tricks of the trade, learning from the basics, among others the constant cutting and chopping of vegetables.

This is something that is not a favorite of hers, hence, one day while cursing under her breath over the amount of veges to be chopped, she decided to well...................... did I write that right to cut her right thumb too (she's left handed you see).

One hell of a kitchen Diva this one will be.