Gordon Ramsay-A New Form of Low Life

Time and again, I am amazed at what goes on in TV people's brains when they do what they do. One episode of Hell's Kitchen (i dont hv to watch the F-word) was enough to send me off reeling in wild disbelief...how can such filth be let near food?? What were you thinking people?? Where's your hygience standards for starters?

I don't care whether he has a 100 michelins awards, the fact he swears and sprays his filth, saliva and negativity at food, near food and with food.. and at everyone around it, he should be banned from working with food. Instead a janitor is a more appropriate profession where he can (choose to) work with filth all day, (no offence to those who do).

Ok.. we had some reality tv show and some really stupid reality tv shows like the Britney episode or what have nots.. but this shit, we can do without, thank you.Not even if he served his food free, would i want to go near it. Watching this low life makes my skin crawl and eeky. This guy has no respect for his profession or himself or even dealing with something as sublime as life forces that nourish the human body and mind. He has no clue at the physics behind serving high quality nourishments. I bet his products reeks heavily in bad vibes that will only affect the health of those who eat it in the long run. Stupid, stupid fella.

He probably thinks he makes a hell lot of money shocking customers, staff and viewers with his F-tirade, together with his attitude problems (why do most chefs have attitude problems anyway) and his sneering face.. it's just a totally put off in the end. He is headed to bankrupty, thats for sure if he keeps at it... he can go to hell for all we care.

Egg-Plant Sandwich

Food is a mood enhancer. In the light of current happenings and anticipation, all i need now is an egg-plant sandwich, maybe it could cut off some afflications. Had the weirdest dream last night of sitting in a Chief Judge's office overlooking a rose garden and being introduced as part of a legal team for ongoing case and all the judge wanted was a smile from me. Strange but not unreasonble, i guess.

Another Bipolar Episode

The day started normal enough. As usual, i was careful to rid off the daily duties by 8am as not to agitate unwanted moods. House.. swept, rubbish.. emptied, laundry..done, front.. washed, dogs.. bathed..my atonements, done. Everything seemed pretty fair till 5pm. Kido was summoned for a massage session i only too well myself throughout my childhood. I remember a few elderly people saying you shouldnt ask children to do such things as the pain vibes transfer when done without the protections. But i let it be. Went off to get some cakes from bakery for kiddo and she came along wanting to tow pow some Chinese food. And there were some disgruntle about the schizophrenic aunt goin after the cats she was forced to abandone. I dont see the point of traumatising further an already distraught mental patient with threats of abandonement, sabotage of food and another assistance and not to mention the psychological torture.

Then we return home and suddenly there was an explosion about kiddo finishing her milk powder supply without being replenished which was an utter lie. What does a kid know anyway about replenishing kitchen supply. And sugar and other kitchen stuff being used up for her science projects. I went along with it.. hiked it up even further.. attacks rained down.. . Let's talk her favourite word.. dharma? What dharma is this? And attacks on past surfaced again. Lame. Cheap. Yes. So wat was so humiliating about it when the roof is shared by a straying person who shucks of his domestic duties for other passionate distractions? Oh well.. i miscalculated. For there was a stony silence. I know how this little gem is goin to be presented to the violent aggresive party. I better hv my defences ready.. Nothin is ever presented in the whole truth. Twisted, manipulated.. for own advantage and for the sadistic pleasure of wanting more hurts and damages. So madness can feel at home. When will she come out of her little box of a delusional, paranoid world,.. God knows. But as for me.. I'm done. I just cant take this shit no more. And kiddo doesnt deserve it especially she comes home with a first place in her class despite 12 days of continously high fever only to be called 'brainless fool' for having left the bedroom door open at the risk of letting in a few miserable mosquitoes.. it is just too much for my heart or soul to bear anymore.. it must stop with me.. this abuses and torture.. my kid doesnt deserve it.. i won't tolerate it anymore.. not even in the name of love.. or biological attachments.

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Smock Dress

Yes, the smockings are coming back with a vengeance and i heart them! In fact bought a few pieces but unable to model them here.. so here are some from online ..

When Malays sing Tamil songs

This old chap actually sang a Hindu devotee song and did a helluva good job at it.



The old time favourite Pattu Paadava. A classic example of how hard it is to twist Tamil words around an unaccustomed tongue.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6SGZ2GyDP8

Creep or Crepes

Me want crepe, me want fresh fruit crepes...and f*@! the creeps!

Clown Clan

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Population Reduction 2012

Michael Jackson Commits Suicide?

Ok, maybe it was cardiac arrest. The news was long in coming and finally did. Every since the bizarre facial reconstructions, many sensed something was terrible wrong somewhere with this gifted and sensitive soul. Most artists are that way, fragile in emotions..open to vibes around of them.. which makes them really good at what they do and also vulnerableto to the thoughts of others, good or bad.

Enter the vicious media which grudges each star life for the good life he or she has and is ever armed to sadisctically snub out the life out of them the moment they falter as in many cases we have seen over the years.

MJ's final falling has been the child molest allegations which he struggled to reconcile . Maybe he did it, maybe all he did was to spend a very close relationship with these kids where they expressed themselves freely. In a world now, where 5 year olds are giving oral jobs for the peers and sex at 7, with the net brimming with all sexual trivias, I am surprised that many took on a prudish front in judging this guy for what he may or may not have done. But the damage was done and i guess he never recovered. IT was downhill from then on. If i were him i would have fired his publicist long time ago. The oxygen tank, chimpazees and then the wife and then the other kids with the nurse... it was all up against him. Maybe it was a conspiracy to destory a man who got too successful for his own good. As always the case, there is always a gauging force in our socio economic environment which will never allow a person or organisation to get too powerful, to go beyond where 'they' stand. 'They' remains not so much of mystery but we know they are there.

Tragic that he is leaving his three kids who need him. He should have thought about them but i guess the new found cancer and depression won in the end. Two things can happen when you have an unhappy childhood, one you grow up to be a better parent, two, you just dont care anymore.

So here's to another soul.. who had an eventful life but left with much sadness. Sometimes we wonder, what is it that makes these people do what they do when they have money and fame. What was their last thoughts.. could we have helped if we had been there. But i guess in a way, he must be really glad that the show is finally over and he can rest in peace.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

My favourite, MJ's Earth Song

Maxi dresses

I remember secretly raiding my mother's closet as a child and trying out her many clothes but nothing left as much impression on me than her 60s style maxis. I totally fell in love with them and vowed id have them one day. I became fascinated all styles and colours of. In Penang recently, i came across a tourist shop in Tg Bungah selling nothing but exquisite Indian cotton maxis/dresses and grabbed 3 for RM100 as though i was never going to see them again! There is something about a woman covered up head to toe with a hint of sensuality. The light cloth gently clinging to her curves as she walks, sexier than more obvious clothes.

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