While cleaning my face this morning, I somehow sprain my neck. There was this horrendous click sound as I turn my neck while drying it. Ack! Now, I’m just waiting for time to pass until the clinic opens. I can feel the ache in the far away distance corner of my mind but my entire neck muscles have started to get very tense. Definitely not a good sign. I’ve been having problems feeling neck pains since my episode a few years ago with a prolapsed disc (similar to a slipped disc but just one side is protruting). So, here’s some pictures to keep you all entertained.

On another front, the number of visitors to this site has been declining steadily. But that’s alright considering that I don’t blog as much as I used to. It went from 700-800 a day to about 200-300 a day. Ah well. I had my 2-min of fame.

Oh, and some cuteness goodness today. A colleague of mine were giving out these cute itty bitty duck-shaped butter cakes. Japan definitely know how to market their stuff in wee little packages.

Sadly, again, I forgot to take a picture of how the cake look. But, it did look exactly like the picture in the little pamphlet.

How did it taste like? Well, don’t hope too much that it tastes like the cake from the bakeries. It doesn’t but for a taste of goodness, it was alright.

Now excuse me while I rush off to the doctors.

Two things today that definitely fit into the meaning of being blur.

Pascale : You did know that Wena has a blog right?
K : Really? When did she start writing it?
Pascale : For a few years now! How can you note know about it? Everyone in the dept knows!
K : . . .

Another thing is that a few years ago, I misread the conditions for Creative Commons license. Ah well. Anyway, have converted this sight back to being Creative Commons license for Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs works.

During my recent trip back to Miri, I caught up with cousins and aunties and uncles. And, of course, meals. Here’s one that’s very interesting.

This is an interesting flower to eat. Known as Bunga Kantan in Malay, it’s also known as the Ginger Flower or the bud of a Torch Ginger.

Auntie C cooked the flower with some green chillies and onions. And, surprisingly, the chillis were not spicy at all because they apparently were young chillis. Hence, no kick / spicyness. But definitely a great favourite.

This flower is also used in Tom Yam soup as well. Seriously, it’s very delicious.

Here are other links on Bunga Kantan @ Ginger Flower. (And I forgot to take pictures of them growing in my parents’ garden).

Bin Gregory’s Yard
Human Flower Project : Carrying a Torch for Malaysian Cooking
Ecology Photographic (2 left pictures)
Ali Baba : Anyone up to buying Bunga Kantan online?

On a side note, apparently there’s an Encyclopaedia on Asian Food.

Well, the Miri International Jazz Festival came and went. It was a blast and awesome too. Although, there was downside of the drink prices going up (something to do with the hotel increasing sponsored drink prices including mineral water… hmmmm?) half an hour into the 1st day of the festival.

Anyway, Trevor and the Universal Blues Band were a blast and definitely one of the better acts of the day. Here’s some clips courtesy of Dad. I’m going to leave it up until Trevor or Danny screams at me to take it down. ^_^ The video quality would be better with better graphic cards (at least, I sincerely hope so!!).

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The above clip is a lovely song that was fitting as it was also Mother’s Day that Sunday. There’s more in YouTube but I screwed up the uploads. So, now have to redo it and get it uploaded or something.

Oh, the comment about Trevor’s relatives from Bario coming down for the concert? It was aunties, cousins, nephews and nieces as well as his Grandparents. His granddad sat on the VIP seat whereas his Granma went up in front with the rest of all the Kelabit relatives were. Where? It was on the lower right of the stage. His Granma was even dancing the night away! Sorry guys, no shots.

Enjoy people!

This happened during my trip back to Miri.

Dad calling me on the handphone.

Dad : Wena, are you still in Boulevard Shopping Center?

Wena : Sure thing.

I walked to the supermarket only to come across a problem. Calling Dad on handphone.

Wena : Dad, there’s a bit of a problem.

Dad : Ha ha!

In the end, I bought the Sawi Bunga since that’s the one Granny buys. Phew!

Hi readers!

Drive safely tomorrow and hopefully it wouldn’t be too much of a wait to poll.

Sadly I won’t be polling. I thought that it would happen while I was in Miri but it didn’t.

SPR put my voting station in Miri when I ask them to move me to Kuching. Sigh. Oh well.

Next poll. In the meantime, it’s just waiting and watching the results come out.