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I was in the study room a couple of weekends ago minding my own business when suddenly Cart came in the room with a swiffer and then rearranged his computer table. All the while mumbling and moaning and all dramatic like.

What on earth has gotten into you?! I looked at him incredulously. Cart hated doing housework you see, and it wasn’t usual to see him mucking around with the house’s feng shui.

This is how the room used to look like. Now that Cart has positioned his desk at an angle, covering the fish tank, this room now looks like an office!

Breathlessly he showed me this :

Eh? What is this?

Breathlessly but proudly he announced, “Now that I’ve shifted my desk, look … now we have a space for a sofa-bed!”

And then he showed me a Mondo Convenienza (its like an Italian version of Ikea) furniture booklet to the page with the sofa-bed that he was eyeing. It looks like a regular sofa, but when you push it accordingly, the hinge releases a mechanism and becomes a bed!

We were at Mondo Convenienza yesterday to see how it looks like in person and it was actually large enough to fit two Asians.

Oooh! I could just picture how it will look like in the study room. It would be a huge improvement compared to the air-bed that we used while hosting our friends. I’m contemplating to throw it out even … Just read Jerrick’s comment

But if the sofa will be shifted there, where will my computer be? And then I started to get excited. Since my touchsmart could function as a television, we could put it up on the bookshelf and we could find a laptop stand or something for the wireless keyboard and mouse and I could do my computing work straight from the sofa!

Classy!

I’m liking this idea already. So much so, that I’m willing to give all my babysitting and tuition money to fund for this makeover … hehehe! Yes, I’m totally brainwashed by playing Restaurant City.

I hope we could do this in time before we host Daphne, her sister and Nick in May

This is an interesting topic that Zoori has brought up in the last blog post.

Unlike our Western counterparts, the Malay naming system is usually First name + Bin (for males) or Binte (for females) + Father’s name. Indians have a similar naming system too. They’d have a First name + son of / daughter of + Father’s name.

Anyway, while I was working in Singapore, I was always addressed as Ms Marina. Once in a blue moon I’d be called Ms Noordin, but I’d be quick to point out that that’s my father’s name.

Once a Malay woman gets married, she has a choice of adopting her husband’s name or keep her own name but be called a Madam instead. My mum for example, she’s either a Mrs Noordin or Madam Sariah.

I know its a polite title. But the thing is, I’m not too fond the label, “Madam”. It makes a woman sound so much older and sterner and unpleasant. I keep thinking of a woman in army uniform commanding her troops to polish their boots, while they scream in unison, “Yes Madam!”

And now that I’m married, sometimes it feels odd when former students continue to call me Ms Marina. And yet, I just can’t bring myself to label myself as Madam Marina. How oppressing it sounds. How ominous it sounds. How … old …

Or I could adopt Cart’s last name. But it feels so awkward to me. Don’t get me wrong, Cart has a beautiful last name. And it does sounds quite elegant to be going around being called Signora Marina D’Andrea. And yet, at the same time, I feel kind of unpatriotic to my own Malay-ness by doing that. Maybe it is just me?

Lets put it this way. You are working and your boss lets you know that you have a new co-worker joining you and are informed that her name is Marina D’Andrea. And you think to yourself, “What a pretty name!” and start to imagine a blonde haired Caucasian woman with blue eyes who will be your future co-worker.

And then psyche yourself up so much and then finally … you find out that she’s a Malay … Eh?! What an anti climax! Wouldn’t it be wierd to you? Or is it just me thinking this way?

It sounds awkward enough with parents naming their kids with colourful names like Siti Rihanna Binte Abu. Or Muhammad Beckham bin Bakar.

Danial Alexander Shah Ahmad Mawi bin Abu. Why didn’t you reply when I called your name, sweetie? Because at home, daddy and mummy calls me boy!

I’m just not accustomed to it.

At first, it started off with this really funny video I watched some months ago :

Amused, I showed it to Cartcart.

A month later, we went to Singapore and the first thing that Cart did was to scour for a new handphone. Eventually he bought for himself a Nokia N8 and immediately fiddled with it. And you know how boys are when they get new toys … He started to talk incessantly about his phone.

And when we had dinner together with some friends, he was so engrossed with his phone, he doesn’t talk or socialise with anyone at all. He didnt even noticed Mintea‘s awesome tee shirt when I mentioned it to him. By this time, she was already long gone

But I had to be understanding. After all, it is natural for someone to feel extremely excited at acquiring a new toy. I’d probably act the same way too.

But then not too long after that, Cart decided to install Angry Birds in his handphone.  At first I was amused. But that quickly turn into alarm when he played it ALL the time to the point that he spent the entire weekend trying to get a high score.

Just picture your partner, ignoring you 90% of the time playing Angry Birds, playing it the first thing as he wakes up and the last thing you remember as you go to sleep is “Weeeeeee!”  and “Woohoohoohoo” and “na na na na na nah! na na naah naah naah!”

Sometimes I feel like cutting off his angry bird. Good thing he seems to be slowly waning off from that bugger!

Ohai!

Thought that I’d dress up a little since it was valentines day. I look *cough* sexeh *cough* don’t I?

Anyway, even though I’m not all that overtly enthusiastic about Valentines day, it’s nice to take a break from our regular routine and have a nice evening to ourselves.

And knowing that restaurants will be insanely full and overpriced, we headed to this modest place called Squisito which isnt too far away from our place. Having eaten here before, I was enamoured with their seafood pasta.

I ordered the Valentine’s day set meal and while the food wasn’t bad …

My potato and fish dish (the fish is hidden underneath the potato) was quite nice …

And I really liked my orange cake dessert …

It was really really really hard to talk to Cartcart over the loud KARAOKE singing. I thought that only Asians liked karaoke

Check it out :

Yes, please dial 62353535 to vote for this singer. Hurry!

How does one have a romantic dinner when one has to scream to their date the entire time?

If you liked this post, you might enjoy :

• Spending Valentines day in Castelli Romani 2010
• Lock your love and throw away the key 2009

Remember the post about trying to find Italian ingredients in Singapore and how very challenging that experience was? We had to go to 3 different places just to get the ingredients that we needed for our open house event.

For today’s post I would like to share with you what happened the following day which is our first time experience on cooking for 20 odd people Italian food in Singapore. And I would have to say that if it weren’t for my patient friends, it would have been a total and utter disaster.

The day started fine enough. I woke up, went for a shower, scooted off to Mustafa Center for a bit (we needed a mixer and that was the only electronic store which was open at 8 am) and by the time I was back, the living room looked rather tidy courtesy of my mum – I have a magic mum!

After that, together we tackled the kitchen. Mum offered to cook Nasi Lemak as a back up food (in case anyone didn’t like Italian food) and so it started, the peeling, the chopping, the frying, the squabbling. And eventually the kitchen looked like a war-zone with the sambal splatter on the walls, the kitchen table full of opened jars and cans and the sink full of dishes.

Cart was being pretty smart. Instead of joining us in the kitchen, he secluded himself in a spot and started to make his tiramisu, supervised by Janet the cat.

We were so engrossed with our tasks at hand that I didn’t notice the time. By the time that we were done with the Nasi Lemak, it was 2 pm and I haven’t even started with my cooking. I started to panic a little. Guests would be arriving in two hours. I can’t finish cooking in two hours!

I took a deep breath and tried to go into the zone and started on making my meatballs and when those were done, I started on my lasagna. I was so engrossed in cooking that I didnt realise that it was raining till my first guest, Daphne arrived. I looked out of the window. It was raining so heavily that we were close to needing to use a kayak to travel around.

And then the guests started to pour in. I felt a little embarassed at the state of the kitchen. I wanted to be all glamorous and calm and collected and the whole shabang when my friends arrived. Something like this, complete with all the hand flourish.

Instead I was a bit of a wreck. With the kitchen looking like a riot till the point that there were utensils in the kitchen bathroom, Nick exclaimed, “Why is there is knife in the bathroom?!” I felt so embarrassed each time someone sauntered in.

Don’t get me wrong, I was really happy to see my friends again as it has been a while since I’ve seen them. But I was really stressed out as I’ve got a long way to go before I was done cooking and I was getting restless.

I had to ignore my newly wedded cousin and her husband, and a couple of my friends had to leave before I was done. Argh! I wish they would have stayed a little longer. I wanted to chat with them when I was done! 🙁

I didn’t even manage to take a picture of my ex-schoolmate Jamaliah, so I’ll just add these cupcakes that she gave me.

Luckily for me, my friends started to open up the games that they have brought along with them. Lets see, Sarah, Lina , Xinyun, CC, Robert, Daphne and Jasmine here got down and busy playing monopoly deal.

Whereas Adrian, Nick, Hendri, Renhao and Justin Lee here are playing another type of card game. I’m not too sure what it was called, but it came in a cool bullet shaped case. While Justin Ng kept himself busy playing on his hand held. He’s too high class to be playing card games :p

Janet the cat also became a form of distraction as suddenly the annoying cat was the star of the show! Everyone seemed to want to pat her or took pictures of her. Interestingly, she never ran a way like she did during hari raya (as how my siblings recounted)

So that gave me a little more time, as they busied and distracted themselves. But the worst part was to come as I was trying to bake the lasagna.

I switched on the oven. And suddenly the entire house plunged into darkness. There was a power trip! Instantaneously, 15 odd people yelled out, “WOOOIIIIIIII!!” and someone scrambled to pull the main switch back on.

Oh. Must have been a jinx. Lets try it again.

And again the entire house was plunged into darkness. By the third time, I gave up and with my arms flailing, “I CAN’T BAKE MY LASAGNA? OH NO! WHAT DO I DO NAO!?!?”

Stupid lasagna.

Mum looked at me sympathetically, “Let me call up my friend on the 7th floor (we lived on the 9th) and see if she’s free” And a few minutes later she said, “You’re in luck! She said that she has to leave in the evening, but she’s free till then”

And thus my mum took my lasagna and went downstairs. And I felt relieved.

But a few minutes later, she came back up again with the lasagna and announced. “No go. Her oven is smaller than this tray”

What?! I felt so frustrated and helpless.

Luckily for us, the tray was made of aluminium and Cart started to use his muscular stranth to fold the tray into a smaller size. And off my mother went. And a few minutes later she came up again. “It still doesn’t fit!”

I was about to just give up on the bloody lasagna. But Cart, in his mathematical and engineering mind, started to calculate and then folded the tray even more than I thought it was possible. This time round, we both went downstairs to the lady’s house to see if it would fit.

Third time was a charm! Success! We let it cook in the oven for about 45 minutes and finally started serving the meatballs in the meanwhile.

The meatballs didn’t turn out the same as how I’d make it in Rome on account of the different quality of the ingredients that we found (we couldn’t find regular breadcrumbs for one, and instead could only find panko?!) I think the taste was acceptable anyway.

And I relaxed and finally had the chance to catch up with my friends. They were complaining at how difficult it was to find my parent’s place and that it was raining so heavily but for the sake of the food, they came willingly :p

And I watched them amusedly as they played Raving Rabbids on the Nintendo Wii. Most of the groups were screaming, laughing and having fun psyching up each other. Adrian claimed that he was the Ravin Rabbids king even :p

But there was one group consisting of Justin, Ridz and Justin, which was silent fully concentrating on the game. Not screaming at all! These were the ones who were the most competitive, I think. Leaders of our tomorrow.

And in no time at all, the lasagna was ready and then it was the highlight of the dinner – Cart’s Tiramisu!

Okay, at this point of time, I have to admit that the pictures of the meatball, the lasagna and the tiramisu are not from the event because personally, I thought that all three of them didn’t look right. Thus I’ve BANNED everyone from taking any footage of the food.

Nevertheless, I really did have a lovely time re-bonding with my friends and laughing and just having good, simple fun. I genuinely hope that everyone else enjoyed themselves too, despite all the mess up’s that happened. And despite all the horrors in the kitchen, the food were duly lovingly cooked

And as you can see, I look completely stoned out at the end of the day. I feel blessed to be surrounded by the people that I love though.

The end.