Play dough

I am not really talking about playdough the kiddie dough stuff, actually. I am referring to fondant. I am not sure what fondant’s are, but I am so enamored with its end result.

I am not a good baker. I could bake some cakes, some breads (if I was lucky enough to knead the dough well), and some cheesecake. OK, so I could bake some delicious cheesecakes, but I was lucky that I found one very fool proof cheesecake recipe.

Again, I am off tangent. I could cook OK, but baking is still a hit and miss thing. I wished that I do more baking, actually. I always wanted to be a better cook, even thought of going to culinary school to learn pastry and baking. I could do that, I supposed, when Tia is older, and when we have that extra moolah stuck here or there.

The idea of going to culinary school had been there for a long time, even when I was still in college back in Memphis. But of course, I had no recourse and no resources of changing my major back then, so I had to stick to what I was doing. I am not sure what I would be doing should there were any options of changing into culinary school then. I am not sure where I would be, what I would be doing. But those are not worth thinking about since I did not go into culinary school. Close the book on that one, and just move on.

Well, move on I did, but the idea of going to culinary school is still at the back of my mind. Baking and pastry school, that is, because I am not interested to go to cooking school. Let me rephrase that. I know that I wanted to culinary school, but my main interest would be in baking and pastry. If I was able to do that, and finish the course, I might want to go into cooking school afterwards. But then, there are gazillion of things that I need to learn in baking school, so maybe I should stick to that, yes?

What’s with all these talk about going back to school, yes? Probably I just wanted to relive the joy of being in school. The joy of almost not having much to be responsible for, I guess :).

But anyway, I know there are culinary school in Malaysia, but I don’t think our financial situation would permits me to apply to one.

But that’s besides that point. Point it, I wanted to learn how to do cakes like the one above. Simple, yes, since I gotta start at the simplest ones, no?

Don’t you just love that little jumping monkey, eh?

The Messengers

We have two cable cards at home, one for Tia since she would badger me about letting her watch her cartoon networks all the times, and one for me to watch all the movies that I wanted. That is the downside of living with a very busy husband who just started work in a new company. He is just not there much of the times, so both of us, meaning me and Tia, would have to make do with the arrangements for now.

But anyway, I watched lots of movies on Star Movies or HBO. It is a hit and miss. Sometimes I would love most of what they aired, but some weeks it would be too dull, and I ended up not turning up to the movies channels at all.

One of the movies that I enjoyed was this one. I had it recorded since I knew that I would have to watch it when Tia is asleep, at night, since during the day I would be at her beck and all. Yes, I know, sounds like I am her maid. Thankfully we only have one kid at the moment, so I don’t mind doing stuffs for her.

Especially since she is only three and a half, and most stuffs she could not do anyway. Heh…

I recorded the movie, and I watched it few times afterwards. It was scary during the first screening when you had no idea what was going to sprang out, but after couple of times, it was not that surprising no more.

But anyway, here is what I think about it….

That’s one of the main characters in The Messengers, Jess Solomon (Kristen Stewart) , a troubled teenage girl who just moved to North Dakota from Chicago with her parents, Roy and Denise (the very hot Dylan MacDermott and Penelope Ann Miller) and little brother Ben,(the very adorable Evan and Theodore Turner). Dylan is mute, partly due to an accident that occur about a year ago. And partly due to Jess’s fault. The family had to spend all their savings for Ben’s medical bills in Chicago, made worse by the fact that Roy had not been able to secure a job in the past year or so. That prompted the move to North Dakota. To start anew.

When they arrived to their newly bought piece of land, the house greeted them.

When I first had a glimpse of the house, it freaked me out big time. Just look at the color. Just look at how abandoned it looked. I know that if my husband would to show this house to me and said that we are moving there, I would show him the finger :p.

The Solomon’s moved there to plant sunflower, for the seeds. Though they could not afford to hire help around the farm, another character, John Burwell (John Corbett) passed through while Roy was attacked by a group of crows, and helped Roy around the farm afterwards.

Something sinister is a lurking around the house, and only Jess and little Ben felt it. Jess had gone through an episode where she thought that she was under attack in their house while she had to take care of Ben. Everything was thrown everywhere, and she called the police. She and her brother crawled out the window, but when she turned around, everything was as it should be.

Her parents believed that she was delusional and was going through a phase. She knew better, and she knew that her brother saw those things, too.

Things started to get pretty much predictable after the first episode of the attack. But one thing I could not get out of my mind is thing image.

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Weekend

Weekend is here, and I know what I wanted to do tomorrow. Tomorrow the husband is going to take us out. I am not sure where, but I want to go somewhere I could take lots and lots of photos.

And I mean lots of them. I might take photos of trees, of people, of the trash lying around. I might even take photos of the food that we were going to eat!

Yes folks. I need to take photos. I am getting restless not taking any photos for more than a month, and it is just so not me. Unless the dslr is not around or needed to be sent away for whatever reason, that is.

I don’t even know what to write about.

I could probably write about my daughter. But I already written so much about her, anyway. And, I am, at the same time, trying to write up more in her own journal, so I have nothing to write when I think about what to write here.

I need a break *lol*.

Oh, if you peek on the right sidebar, you would see that I have added the MyBlogLog panel, where it listed out all journals that I authored/write/managed. Since December 2006, I had started a couple more journals, one is for my cooking escapades and the other is on our travel all these years.

For couple of you who had been good pals and kept on coming over, you might notice some photos that I had already put up over here. But no worries, some photos might be put up again for the other journals, but the contents are not similar.

I know what I should do.

I should get more of those doughnuts, right?

Something to really think about.

Twirl

I have nothing much to write these days since everyday is like a repeat of yesterday. Boring and dull, though Tia keeps it very interesting, in a loud and whirlwind way.
But anyway that is not what I am going to talk about. I wanted to talk about this game that I play all the times whenever I am online at facebook. This game, texttwirl. OMG it is insanely addictive. Through the game I learnt all these words that I would have never had encountered in my boring life!

For real. Check this one out. Weal? Wale? Weird right? Yet I go scrambling on my chubby digits on the keyboard to type out whatever I could think of whenever I see the timer ticking. This one is short, though not easy enough for me. Wait till you get this rows and rows of boxes to fill in, now that would make you really pounce on the keyboard.

Tick Tock Tick Tock. This is just too sick! Very sick, and yet very addictive.



So anyway, I had finally succumbed and registered to Facebook. All you folks out there who would like to add me in, the name’s Marlinda Radzi.

Tee hee.

I found people whom I went to grade school with, people whom I knew since I was seven. Yes, folks, since I was seven and I had no clue that I would be able to be acquainted to them ever again since I changed school when I was ten. I made an entry about it, but I am too lazy to dig it up. Perhaps later when I have the time off from playing the ‘twirl. That. Evil. Game! to do it.