Kota Bahru pics

Just came back from visiting my hometown of Kota Bahru. You’ll notice most of the pics are of food. That’s what M’sia is mostly about, y’ know. Good food in the sun.



Dragonfruit

Dragonfruit

Dragonfruit. Originally from Vietnam, now a very big thing over here. Pretty funky!

Addendum: The plant and fruit originate from Mexico, but it was introduced to M’sia from Vietnam.

Yes, still away

Super-JB (we loveses our precious, yes we do) is at work right now, so I’m noting down random things:

I have gotten tan, and I’m not even in M’sia yet (go Cali). My, is it apparent that I’ve been wearing a halter-top.

You should definitely go to Turtle Talk with Crush if ever you have the chance. It is live, interactive, and hilarious.

“Well, there’s Squirt. . . Shel. . . Shelby. . . Sheldon. . . Shel-a-del-a-ding-dong. . . There’re the twins, Bill and Ted. . . the teens, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael. . . .”—Crush, in reply to an audience question about the names of his 6400 kids.

Also a favorite: when he referred to a bawling audience baby as a “youngling practicing his dolphin cry.” Awesome.

Earlier that day, S had called me because Peepster would not step up to go back in his cage. Li’l misfit. Sin was better behaved, said S. If anything, I’d‘ve expected it to be the other way around. But S put me on speakerphone, and I told Peeps very clearly that he was to step up and behave, no biting, and ooooh, good bird! Later, S said that as soon as Peeps heard my voice, he must’ve thought, “Whoops, I better behave,” because he did what he was supposed to.

Myself, I’d like to think that he thought, “Hmm, okayyyyy. . . I guess if Mommy supports S and gives her the all-clear, then I’d better accept S’s word, then.” ‘Cause I don’t think he’s given her any trouble after that.

Well, fingers crossed.

(So cute.)

In which I shall soak up the sun like it’s never been soaked up before


View outside my family’s getaway place.
Yes, their getaway place is at a golf course. Go figure.
Pic taken last year by my dad

Tomorrow morning, at some ungodly hour, I’ll be flying off. First I’ll visit ze fabulous super-Jenna in Cali, then I’ll be on yet another plane getting ever-so-close to the equator.

Home, here I come.

Also:

Feb 07

Why yes, she is one hot tamale, thank you very much.

Her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

I love her so. THIS much.

I’ve been so stressed this week trying to straighten things out before I leave. Things have been crashing on me all at once, so to speak, and it’s a mad scramble.

So the magnificent MA gave me a carnivorous cow to make me feel better.

I love that girl madly, I do.

Thank you, MA!!

Pic from Madison Zine Fest

Pic nipped off Natalie’s collection, because I have a dreadful habit of neglecting to snap my own pics. That’s us at the zine fest, before Natalie and Kurt had to leave. I’m holding up a drawing I did for them that day, and Natalie’s holding the original framed version of a commission I previously did for her. Aww!