Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Wordless Wednesday: Cat on Chest

Angelina: Poor Dad....must be tired after all that hard work at the office....
Dad: Yeah....I need your soothing touch dear....
Angelina: Lemme give you a feline massage....my special touch....Thai style.
Dad: Ouch...what's with the claw? When was the last time you had mani/pedi?
Oooohhh.....poor Dad wasn't too happy with my massage. purrr....meow!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Magic Monday

Mama bought me a birthday present. 
Something that I can cuddle and snuggle in.

Mama bought me a birthday present.
But it was Brad that went investigatin'.

Mama bought me a birthday present.
Ok...alright... I should stop complainin'!!!! 

Brad: What is it Angie?
Angelina: Hmmm, beats me. What do you think?

Brad: Oh...it can stand as well?
Angelina: Goodness. It's humongous!

Brad: Now it's lying on its side.
Angelina: What kind of creature is this?

Brad: This calls for a thorough investigation by me.
Angelina: Hmm...though I hate to ask any favours from you....but purrrlease do so Brad.

Brad: Hey...it looks a lot like Pingu but it ain't heavy at all.
Angelina: Are you sure? 

Brad: Definitely not Pingu. It's not even breathing.
Angelina: For a while there I thought Pingu has returned.
What do you think people? Is Mama having a Pingu withdrawal symptom? purrrr....meow!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Malaysians Down Under: Christmas Day

At my thinking corner, contemplating activities of the day. 
First stop: Lunch at Aunty S's home in Matraville.
The buffet spread: from left, oxtail soup, asam pedas beef, chicken rendang, squid sambal, prawn rendang (not in pix).
Makan time! Aunty S made a delightful multicoloured rice to accompany the dishes.
Charlie's Angels or Three Musketeers? These girls were very helpful in the kitchen.
The dessert spread. Hmm.. is that choc cake also my birthday cake?
Self service coffee and tea corner.
Next stop: Dinner at Aunty T's home at Breakfast Point. There she was greeting us at the entrance of her apartment block.
Classic style Christmas tree greeted us at the lobby.
Mama, could we move in with Aunty T? I can live with this view everyday.
Am imagining myself hosting a birthday party on that yacht.
"Angelina, why don't you help me in the kitchen instead," said Aunty T. 
Yee Sang on Christmas? Yeap. Oh....or is this Chinese New Year?
OK everyone...toss and mix the Yee Sang for prosperity.
Dining and chatting on the balcony? Why not?
These two uncles share the same surname and initials. Both are Uncle W.
Some guests ate in the kitchen...eagerly waiting for Aunty T to heat the beef rendang and chicken curry.
Ok....say whoopee! All smiles on a happy occasion.
Hmmm....Aunty T must have spent hours putting the decoration on this tree. har har har...purrrfect for curious cats.
It was late by the time we got home. It's OK....Boxing Day is for sleeping.... purrr....meow!

Friday, December 24, 2010

Prof Dr Angelina's Xmas Speech

Ladies and Gentlemen, felines and canines, and all other creatures of the world,
First of all, let us sing Happy Birthday. Ready?

Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday Angelina Jolie
Happy Birthday to me!!!!!


Thank you...thank you.

On this auspicious day, I want to wish you all Merry Christmas, joy to the world, peace on earth, blah blah blah blah.
Someone erected this tree in my neighbourhood. Nice, eh? 
Secondly, I'd like you all to reflect on what gift you've bought for your loved ones. I hope it's something meaningful....like a kitten or a puppy. However, such gifts come with great responsibility.
We saw these kittens for sale at a neighbourhood petshop. Cute but they come with tremendous responsibility.
Consider these:
1. Do you, as the giver, have enough knowledge about the animal you're giving to another? This is to make sure you can answer questions that may be asked by a precocious child.
2. Is the recipient of an age where animal care is not a burden? It's important to get the parents' consent as they may end up as the carer.
3. Can the recipient afford to take good care of the animals? Well, vets are not cheap, as well as food, litter and toys.
4. Can the recipient afford the time to spend in the company of the animal? It would be hard on a puppy if it ends up with a master that prefers Wii or XBox than walking the dog.
5. Have you done enough research on the mental health of the recipient? It's very painful to hear of cases where pets become victims of abuse.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Remember, most of these animals are helpless against humans. Even in cases where animals attack humans, most times it's because they were provoked in the first place.

So, if you hesitate when you see that cute kitten, think whether you should purchase that living being or just get a plush toy. After all, the plushies come in many shapes and sizes now, and they don't need to be fed.

That's all for today. Thank you for listening.

Once again, Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday to ME!!!!! purrrr.....meow!

Mama, am I getting birthday or Xmas pressies?

Thursday, December 23, 2010

What's Good to Eat on a Friday

Summer = Figs

Is it a figment of my imagination
That there are fresh figs in the house?

It's not a figment of my imagination
There are fresh figs in the house. 

Summer = Mangoes

My imagination comes and goes
It makes me think of mangoes
My imagination comes and goes
Isn't that a box of mangoes?
Mama, are we having a party? Why are there so many fruits in the house? purrrr.....meow!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Thoughts on Thursday

Who's the dominant one in this relationship?

Hint 1: Who's looking down when scolded by the other?
Hint 2: Who's on a higher position?
What do you think? Brad or Ginger? purrr....meow!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Cherry Hunting Season

It's been raining cats and dogs on most days this summer. Thus, organising an outing on weekends is a tricky thing. But of course, being a faithful believer of the adage "where there's a will, there's a way," I stopped listening to the weather forecast and just follow my instinct.

Anyway, last week, Aunty Rose (Mama's BFF since her school days) came all the way from Malaysia and she brought her family too. Of course, on top of the compulsory touristy stuff like visiting the Opera House, Harbour Bridge etc, Mama suggested some PYO activities as well. And this being summer, it's also the season for mangoes and the stone fruits. Since cherries are the first in the season, so cherry picking seems to be the logical choice.

Believing the weather forecast (at first) and after hearing reports that the cherry harvest is badly affected by too much rain, we had to do frantic research and get the right information. We called up several orchards in Bathurst (first choice as it's the nearest) and Young (the cherry capital). 

We reckon many people were put off by the bad reports that many didn't go cherry picking at our favourite orchard (coz it's organic) in Bathurst. So, when we called the orchard and were told: "Yes, please come. We still have some fruits available," we were ecstatic.

And off we went to Bathurst last weekend....in search of the lush-est, juici-est, red-dest, bling-est cherry. Oh yess....drool people. The pictures tell all.

The adventure began here.....
Uncle Z "caught" the first cherry!
Remember! Just the maroon ones - the darker the colour, the sweeter the fruit.
Pick them one by one, by the stem.
Those red dots are cherries, of course.
The cherry hunting family at work.
Aunty Rose aka Queen Cherry Hunter!
Cherry hunters with their "catch". 
The "catch" weighed, valued and boxed before we could take it home.
Abang A trying out the lawn mower.
We left the orchard just as the heavy rain began to fall. All of the hunters were also hungry....hey...I thought everyone ate tons of cherries while picking... We're all carnivores and so we must have protein. We brought Mama's portable BBQ set and the task was to find a picnic area with roofed facilities. After several minutes of driving around Bathurst looking for a suitable place, we ended up at Berry Park.  

Yummm...pure carnivore stuffs. There were steaks, lamb chops, chicken kebab, chicken sausages and beef ribs.
The journey home was fraught with heavy rain, fog and strong wind. Everyone ends up snoring in the car except for Uncle Z who was behind the wheels, Oh, we stopped by a petrol station and bought him coffee so that he'd stay alert. 

Ooooh....all this writing makes me yearn for those cherries in the fridge. purrrr.....meow! 

Monday, December 20, 2010

Leaving on a Jetplane....

Where's Angelina?
Someone's playing hide and seek!!!
Har! Har! Har! Caught you!
Angelina: Are we going anywhere Mama?
Mama: Yes, indeed we are.
Angelina: Is Brad coming too?
Mama: Of course. We can't leave him alone at home.
Angelina: Hmmm......can't we send him to Pingu and Ginger's house while we're away?
Mama: No. I'm taking both of you.
Brad: Woohoo!
Angelina: Shut up, Brad. Don't butt in when I'm discussing serious stuff with Mama.
Mama: Angelina, be nice.
Angelina: OK.....I'll try...provided he doesn't test my patience.
Brad: Woohoo!
Mama: Shut up, Brad.
Angelina: *chuckle* purrrr....meow!