Sunday, June 28, 2009
LIVING BY THE CANALS
Saturday, June 20, 2009
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
It had been one rough week at work, one of those where however much you complete and stack into the Out-tray, the In-tray doesn't seem to reduce in volume. Anyway it's Father's day today in Malaysia. I though I'd better state "in Malaysia," cos' Mother's Day seems to be celebrated on different dates internationally. I am not sure whether we follow the British or American dates, but as long as we have a day, it does not matter when.
In my previous posts, I mentioned I have a wonderful neighbour who cooks and bakes like a professional chef. Jeanny sends over dinner meals, cheese cakes, breads, chocolate cakes, fruit cakes, local delicacies and even smoothies. She is a real Gordon Ramsay without the colourful language. In addition to all that, she even takes MartianGirl out to movies and lunch together with her daughter during the school breaks.
THANKS A MILLION JEANNY.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY .
YOU ARE SPECIALLY REMEMBERED TODAY AND EVERYDAY .
Friday, June 12, 2009
Soccer in the Tropics
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
"Illegal" Vegetables
Salad, chillies and a lime tree on the kerb in front of a house.
Papaya tree
Government land put to good use.
This winter melon is truely as large as a bowling ball. We use it in our soups. The inside can be scooped out, chicken, mushrooms and other ingredients placed inside and the melon is then steamed.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
ONE MAD SPITZ AND ONE COOL LABRADOR


Life was like a broken record being played the entire day, "Stop it; give it back, don't go there; come here; where are my slippers; do not do it in the house." It was never ending and he would shoot around the house like lightning and break everything in his way. It was probably our fault, we should have enrolled him in Obedience Class. He never slowed down. It was impossible keeping him white and when he escaped from the house, he would come happily home all smelly and dirty. He has never returned home without a roll in mud.
He had a passion for scrunchies (hair braids). He would jump and snatch our scrunchies right from our hair and we would be screaming after him. The scrunchies had to be washed cos they would be wet and coverd with slob. I have had many dogs in the family but none like Daemon. He did fall out of my sister-in-law's lap when he was about two months old. I like to think that the accident was responsible for his "rabid" personlaity, and not his genes. Daemon's father was a very elegant dog.
The little devil bullies passive Raya, though they both get along very well. You can see who is the boss, but Raya would sit on Daemon, pin his head onto the ground and growl when he could not take any more nonsense. It did not happen often but enough times for the devil to back off for a while. Daemon would be around Raya all the time like an unmatched clone. Raya passed away from a heart attack on Valentine's Day this February. They were Best Friends Forever.

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