A woman’s strength

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Her arms are strong and sinewy from endless days of kneading dough, cradling children with scabs on their knees, washing the linen and creating a warm sanctuary for her family.

Years of walking to the grocer’s store, running after playful kittens and babies, hiking on the Appalachian trail and walking in corporate stilettos carve her experiences onto her limbs.

Her torso, standing tall and proud, carries her heart and soul. Love’s divinity, friendship, sisterhood, heartbreaks, her hopes and dreams – there they reside, her beacon in this everchanging world.

A woman’s strength is infallible.

 

Somethin’s bakin..

We baked Sugee cake this afternoon for a beautiful ta-tai who had dinner at Ore’s over the weekend. Her sister, also called Justina – and looks like a sweet, chic aunty -  was raving about J’s famous sugee cake so she ordered one immediately.

After recharging for 24 hours, my partner in crime and I got down to business. Here’s what you have to do:

Blend salted butter, semolina, almonds, eggs and sugar.

Throw in some flour, baking powder, vanilla essence and here’s the best part, brandy…Double check if measurements can be stretched a little…

Then bung them in the oven while you catch re-runs of Silence of the Lambs.

When they look puffy, skewer the heart to check if it’s cooked…

They’re done!

Inhale its sweet aroma….

and you might possibly pull a face when you realize that you and your braces hate nuts.

 

Ode to our cats.

It’s 1am and my body can’t get to sleep yet, not after sleeping till 5 today.

Sitting at the table,  I’m surrounded by tv , laptop, and our cats – Junior, Princess and Missy. Their presence is Contentment.

Junior is licking his toes – he does that habitually. When I stroke him, he buries his head further into my palms. Finally, he curls his paws beneath his head and rests on them, eyes closing for a quick snooze.

Princess jumps up to reach my hands when i reach out to stroke her. She’s incredibly affectionate and loves massaging our stomachs when we recline on the sofa.

Missy, the loner, waits when no other cat is near before rubbing herself on our legs, tellin us that she’s ready to give and reciprocate affection. Holding her close, I feel her body purring like a motor throbbing.

 

A ditty by P D’ty

 

 

Sounds about right.

You Belong in London

A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well.

According to Shaz as well.

Ah well, one can’t have too much of Banana Boat suntan oil, flip-flops and salty-sea hair…

 

When you dive in, swim onwards till you hit the warm spot.

 

I think, therefore I am.

“Homosexuality,” Plato wrote, “is regarded as shameful by barbarians and by those who live under despotic governments just as philosophy is regarded as shameful by them, because it is apparently not in the interest of such rulers to have great ideas engendered in their subjects, or powerful friendships or passionate love-all of which homosexuality is particularly apt to produce.”

The Roman Catholic Church has always condemned homosexuality because of its supposed unnaturalness – but it has long idealized celibacy, which, some might argue, is equally unnatural. Another Christian objection to homosexuality is that it is condemned in the Bible, an argument that is meaningful to those who accept that the Bible is the infallible word of God, but which is meaningless to the majority who do not accept this. But while there is no doubt that the Bible condemns homosexuality, it also stipulates that women should be socially isolated while menstruating, that parents should kill their children if they worship any god other than the Christian God and that those who work on the Sabbath should be executed. Few Christians today would agree with these ideas even though they are a part of God’s words, and yet they continue to condemn homosexuality simply because it is condemned in the Bible. – An excerpt from here.

 

hey, if you’re lookin for somethin good to eat…well…

Get a menu from Oregano’s Cafe!

 

That’s right. YUMM.

 

A list of sudden cravings at 1pm on Friday.

16 intangible/ tangible things I love on this 16th day of October:

1. 5pm on Fridays.

2. Pasta Carbonara.

3. Finding myself tagged in an assortment of pictures from parties you will never forget.

4. Kissing while driving, watching TV, as soon as your eyes peek out from Sleep’s shroud, washing dishes, after an argument, before someone spots us, infront of immensely bored friends.

5. Candlelight showers.

6. Sexy text messages.

7. Swiping my credit card, heart beating excitedly, new purchases sitting pretty on the counter.

8. Kara-okeing off key.

6. Dancing as if we were in sultry Ibiza.

7. Brunch at Tekka Market on lazy Saturday mornings.

8. Reading in trains.

9. An old t-shirt on her, rumpled in places where my imagination runs wild.

10. The scent of an old t-shirt on her.

11. Staying up till 4am watching reruns of Friends whilst eating whatever you can find at twilight hours.

12. Freshly baked pandan waffles oozing with lashings of chocolate sauce.

13. All my girlfriends, near and far.

14. Watching you-tube videos on the sly at work.

15. Horror movies which I hide behind open palms or shoulders most of the time.

16. The moment an opportunity strikes.

Am tagging Adorra The Explorer, my cousin, someone I haven’t heard from in a long while and a glam doll! At your own time, girls.

xoxoxo

 

beautiful, skin-deep.

Quote of the day

“I like observing behaviour and what catches the eye, what makes us read each other so closely. Ever since movies began we have read each other more closely.” She makes a frame to her face. “The pores. The fashion for photography that goes into Gordon Brown’s nostrils and tear ducts … we see so deeply into each other, even as our understanding seems shallower and shallower. To see deeply you have to look deeply and feel where you are. You can’t just pass through it quickly. Passing through quickly — the selling part — is less satisfying.” – Meryl Streep (The Great).

In the same line of people-watching, a German magazine will be featuring real women on their cover page. Real women with real curvesand in all their glorious blemished forms. Read more about it at Eat A Cheeseburger.