I’m proud to say that the purchase was beyond paramount importance. It was going to change my life in ways that I can never imagine. To tweak my flaws. To upgrade myself. To help me finally develop fine –or any– cooking skills. To….

Wait, I can’t do it. There’s no point pretending. I’ve got to be honest. Truth is, I was hungry. Massively hungry. Fasting month does this to people. Plus, there were many pretty pictures. Mouth watering colored pictures. COLORED pictures. My better judgment was compromised. AND dare I admit it, I was suckered into buying a cook book. This cook book.

But, I’ll show them who’s making who look dumb. I’ll show them who’s going to get the last laugh. I’m going to make my purchase worth every cent. I’m going to flip through the pages of that book and prepare at least one recipe a day. I’ve set my foot down and I won’t budge an inch. Ok, maybe at least one recipe a week. Point is, I’m going to make it happen. Even if it doesn’t taste like it should. Or look anything even remotely close to the pictures in that book. I will have the last laugh.

I made this for ’sahur’ earlier this morning. Yes, the toast looks burnt. Smart observation. But it wasn’t my fault. It was the toaster’s fault. And I think it’s contagious because the beef balls look burnt too. Cooking really is a mystery. Anyway, the important thing is Raja succeeded in finishing the darker, saltier version of that recipe. He loves me. So, HA HA HA. IN YOUR FACE COOK BOOK.

I have only one reason and one reason alone. I am just plain lazy. The mood to return back to night four has totally slipped away, officially buried somewhere in my cerebral cortex and absolutely refuses to resurface. I apologize.

Then came night five. I realized that if I did not post anything immediately, ‘Midnight Walk: Part Cinq’ will forever be neighbors with ‘Midnight Walk:Part Quatre’ in never ever land. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I’m a girl. A female. A woman. A lady. We’re stereotyped to be hardworking. But it’s just to much hard work. Sigh.

However, I have to warn you that some form of parental supervision is a must for those of you below age 18. There exist violent and somewhat ‘disturbing’ imagery in the following photos. Again, I apologize. The models are way out of control. Tsk tsk.

Afif enjoyed this bit way too much. Makes you wonder.

And he paid a price for it.

Many thanks to the more-than-willing models. And of course a gezillion thanks to Raja for setting the lights for us, yet again. Next time, I’ll learn how. Promise. Wink.

I hate to admit it, but he was right. He IS so right (Yes, i’m referring to you, Raja Azrie). I can almost feel him breathing next to me, smirking, sneering, whispering, “I told you so”.  Ok fine! It’s true. I, Renee Marina Kamaruddin, am addicted to blogging. It’s so true, I’m addicted. I’m hooked. It’s so crazy.

What’s scarier is that there’s a tingling sense of relieve from every letter being typed. Like a smoker sneaking a puff. No. Like a woman getting a pair of shoes. And a bag. Plus another pair of shoes. All combined. Oh god. Help me.

Those talks about strangers, drugs, alcohol. Whatever happened to blogging?? It’s equally devilish. Satanic. Yet satisfying. I blame it all on him for doing this to me. At the same time, I want to flower him with gratitude for introducing me to a fantabulous new hobby. I totally love blogging. Thanks baby!

I hate the thought of posting blogs without a pic. And since I don’t have my trusty external hardrive with me, this is what I could dish out from my computer.

With this, I look forward to get a peaceful sleep. Night.

My old baju kurung kedah was nominated as the guinea pig for this project. Thought it needed some sprucing up. Personally, i love pearls. Any form. Here, I used rice pearls.

The final outcome of the sewing was…ermm…let’s just go with acceptable. Nothing fancy. No Wowww-out-of-this-world sewing skills involved. Suitable for people with lacking talent such as myself =)

DIY beading is something I’d see myself exploring into for many more years to come. Pretty interesting. You get to choose the colors you like, the types of beads you prefer, and create any design you want. It’s fantastic! I can faintly hear the humming voices of little imps as they dust the cobwebs off my right brain. Alright, fine, i may be a exaggerating a teeny bit there. But it really is something worth venturing into as a hobby.

Also, it’s a great way to pass time. Like I said, i spent the whole week on it. Wait, scratch that. What was i thinking putting myself as a benchmark for time and speed. It would probably just take an average person 1/10 of my total sewing time. Meaning, more clothes to glam up within a week!

Happy Beading!