tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216598832024-03-22T03:00:53.078+02:00Pink MermaidMy name is Zuleigha and Yes I am slightly insane and in need of Prozac. Herein please find the stories I write with a 'possessed' imagination, poems from a healing heart and opinions of a corrupt mind.
PS: I also like mermaids and Pink thingsThe Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-76306819470958875772015-01-25T14:30:00.001+02:002015-01-25T14:30:08.646+02:00A pot of Akhni<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>My Daadie used to make the yummiest akhni ever. With melt in your mouth butteriness. <div><br></div><div>Here is my mums recipe, which I converted into a lactose free version. </div><div><br></div><div>You will need: </div><div><br></div><div>2 onions finely sliced</div><div>3 ( of each) cloves, garlic and cinnamon sticks </div><div>6 potatoes ( I add sweet potatoes as well) </div><div>8 pieces chicken </div><div>1/3 cup of oil</div><div>4 tbsn garlic and ginger </div><div>2 level tspn chillie powder </div><div>1 tspn tumeric </div><div>2 cups rice</div><div>4 cups water</div><div><br></div><div>In a large pot, let the onions soften in oil with the whole spices. </div><div><br></div><div>Prep the chicken and potatoe while this softens. </div><div><br></div><div>Once onions are tender and have adopted the yellow in the oil, add the spices and g&g. Burn it a little (this is called vagaar). </div><div><br></div><div>Add your potatoe and chicken. Boil for a few minutes. </div><div><br></div><div>Then add your rice with 4 cups of water. Let it cook on low for an hour. </div><div><br></div><div>Serve with yougurt, peas, atchar and beetroot in a jar. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6I93fHuPGzZvoI9CYQ5_q_AjJHIVk53XnVHqPSizyEG97N0WXyiAjEjcItk1hZov5qIFYNzT31oMjGUAwb0_5wXkpYU9XBCSeTzBmulZ47EFE12MJWXOpeGshDfEyE8cR2Tnj/s640/blogger-image--484362913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6I93fHuPGzZvoI9CYQ5_q_AjJHIVk53XnVHqPSizyEG97N0WXyiAjEjcItk1hZov5qIFYNzT31oMjGUAwb0_5wXkpYU9XBCSeTzBmulZ47EFE12MJWXOpeGshDfEyE8cR2Tnj/s640/blogger-image--484362913.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_2NSBGnRf3erhy9RC5IhreZhadBp6fw9K9oBntyHGci5gqCfTJgHhi8Rmyz_ePyNG-D6kmXOp6FvrcxYzbIGlzJxR-7Nv8kQlzRbdCMnStVQk6HYJil_w0rlE72WG-SV3A_Z/s640/blogger-image-412959653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_2NSBGnRf3erhy9RC5IhreZhadBp6fw9K9oBntyHGci5gqCfTJgHhi8Rmyz_ePyNG-D6kmXOp6FvrcxYzbIGlzJxR-7Nv8kQlzRbdCMnStVQk6HYJil_w0rlE72WG-SV3A_Z/s640/blogger-image-412959653.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0Dq7iWDiR_ef-de65B_i-COU8ibQJ0DU3DZBNqQCwjPq4aTUAawFwdi-MvdaYa5TB5mONHJsUKvp1J-BzKPhs4fjUennck27Zm4OsoOl-xnkDFyRhvttZuziyeoD5xKlWQ0r/s640/blogger-image-242478616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0Dq7iWDiR_ef-de65B_i-COU8ibQJ0DU3DZBNqQCwjPq4aTUAawFwdi-MvdaYa5TB5mONHJsUKvp1J-BzKPhs4fjUennck27Zm4OsoOl-xnkDFyRhvttZuziyeoD5xKlWQ0r/s640/blogger-image-242478616.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ikp3TC0Marqtn_paBI5qYmUurjnR-qWKAWRWUiGr_mwwTUPNd08IcrJV1PsH1eTuenwQIZ08I-GW3oEHxmv4WiRHgNq2f6uNft7UpWectvzp2U6z3GFSfRk0F0kDOO27E5Ex/s640/blogger-image--1064272470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ikp3TC0Marqtn_paBI5qYmUurjnR-qWKAWRWUiGr_mwwTUPNd08IcrJV1PsH1eTuenwQIZ08I-GW3oEHxmv4WiRHgNq2f6uNft7UpWectvzp2U6z3GFSfRk0F0kDOO27E5Ex/s640/blogger-image--1064272470.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-62222471868675498032015-01-01T10:56:00.001+02:002015-01-01T10:56:20.006+02:00Rice crispies<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">It was yet again another peaceful evening with the house empty and the smell of chicken curry simmering. I had just returned from a walk with my friend Sam, with the sun having set already in the winter time months of July. Alone at home, I turned on the alarm and closed all the windows. My little kitty, "KFC", falling over her oversized paws tumbled into the kitchen. I switched on a David Icke DVD, to end the silence which seemed to only emphasize the buzzing sound of my mums inherited fridge. </span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Twenty minutes into the DVD, I see a flashing light shine through my bedroom window. Naturally, I walk towards it. <div><br></div><div>I see the large eyes of a foreign creature before falling asleep on a white bed, in a white room, with an unfamiliar smelling substance being fed to me through an inhaling mask. </div><div><br></div><div>My alarm goes off promptly at 6 am. KFC has made herself comfortable on my neck in my bed.</div><div><br></div><div>Standing in the shower, I reach for my argon oil shampoo only to see three strange diamond shaped scars on my left arm. I know they are scars because after ten minutes of exfoliating it does not seem to remove the assumed marks. </div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The rice crispies seemed to lack its usual " crackle and pop". </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-60754077845644298122014-04-26T17:09:00.001+02:002014-04-26T17:09:27.552+02:00The filing cabinet<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><br>4 days after my Dada’s passing, my younger sister and I were tasked with job of unpacking his dressing table. It was a varnished wooden construction, with the edges indented with years of wear and tear. The mirror was covered with newspapers and would only be unwrapped after the forty days. Some said the reason for this was so that you don't see your own reflection and the sadn<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">ess in your face. Others said so that you could not see any of the spirits that might be visiting to help with the transition of this world and the next with the recently deceased. <br><br>On the top of the mirror hung a few tasbeeghs that my grandfather had collated over the years from family and friends who had gone on Hajj. When I was about 12 my Naanie and Dada had gone for Hajj. What commotion. I remembered all the people and family coming to visit. My grandfather returned with his full crop of hair shaved off but his salt and pepper beard still in tact. He wore a scarf on his head, a turban for the Raja that he was. <br>The drawers are filled with Kitaabs (holy books), and TDK audio cassettes of half recorded old indian songs he got off Lotus FM. There were scatterings of crystallised sugar cubes that he would randomly pull out of his suit pockets after attending a thikr on a thursday night. A half empty bootle of attar that still smelt like my grandfather and echoed through the room. <br>At the bottom of the draw next to some stray unsharpened pencil crayons was a rather unassuming ordinary silver key. My sister discarded it without a notion of what it was. But I knew. This was the key to our childhood dreams. This was the key that opened the steel grey filing cabinet, that stood next to the safe that seemed impenetrable. <br>The key opened the four draws in the rectangular cabinet. The first two draws didn't concern me too much. It was the third draw, that contained he special treats my grandfather would magically pull out of our ears out of nowhere. Those small blocks of Cote D Or chocolates which did not taste like Dairy Milk but of Belgian wonderfulness. Chocolate coins which still fascinates me. And then most importantly those novelty chocolate squares wrapped in foil and covered in paper printed with the costumes of people all over the world. I used to keep those wrappers in a book, imagining what its like for those people in different lands. <br>Upon opening the draw, I was invited with the smell of Wicks bubble gum. Underneath was a chocolate heaven. Obviously, at that point my mother comes in, just before Ayesha and I are about to loot the draw. As she drags Ayesha away after gobbling her third Cote D Or, I stash the chocolate with costume prints in my cargo pants, and plant a big piece of sticky pink Wicks gum in my mouth. <br>Every night I ate a chocolate block, and thought of my Dada. Until there were no more blocks to be eaten. But I still have the book, filled with wrappers.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-88822148172072432672014-01-09T07:10:00.001+02:002014-01-09T07:10:22.475+02:00So I might be...A stationery addict, unable to resist pretty patterned paper, colorful pens that are like gel, and don't let me start on any cute card sets. These are just a few notebooks and washy tapes on my desk. Just a few.....<div><br></div><div>I've always wanted to draw believing that I have a tiny minuscule amount of talent. Well practice makes perfect they say. I find that drawing books really help and give such pointers. Everything in life is like a muscle that you need to grow. There is a general assumption that with article things, it just somehow happens without realizing that everything in life requires hard work. </div><div><br></div><div>In the end all we have are things we like doing that can make us happy. I get a tad annoyed when people find things we enjoy as obsessive, and immediately start thinking hoarder tendencies. I've had a few raised eyebrows, but only a few. The people that know me, usually have some or the other quirky passion as well. </div><div><br></div><div>You need to be passionate ( obsessive on the boarder of being called a lunatic) about what you love doing. </div><div><br></div><div>That's my wish for everyone, to do what that love in whichever big or small way they can....</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrV_yLyf8fSUjORTKdiI_IucDVAGKc3blYtEsb6p70Bimj7xD6zFv9BJNVfZ3TTWt9Z0dM2e1VBCDs_TmJ7GKB6DQYh-RLgKYlSI0bmxhSQZwUWQiYRQiMX1NYz5JeMBt2rFZW/s640/blogger-image--1955729855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrV_yLyf8fSUjORTKdiI_IucDVAGKc3blYtEsb6p70Bimj7xD6zFv9BJNVfZ3TTWt9Z0dM2e1VBCDs_TmJ7GKB6DQYh-RLgKYlSI0bmxhSQZwUWQiYRQiMX1NYz5JeMBt2rFZW/s640/blogger-image--1955729855.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-76584364389640746562013-07-25T20:34:00.001+02:002013-07-25T20:34:50.624+02:00Dreams ...realized. Now what?For years I had saved up my cash, bonus money, well any money in general and then spent it on things which I "ought to" spend it on. I had registered for courses which I didn't want to do, but thought I ought to do with very little persuasion to finish them. <div><br></div><div>The thing about being in your thirties is this, you need to get off your bum, and do the things you spoke of, otherwise you are going to have a real monkey on your bag, growing and aptly whispering in your ear, " regret...regret...regret". </div><div><br></div><div>This is by no means a philosophical piece or opinion one. But while buying the thing I really wanted, I felt something gnaw at me, and not a sexy nibble but more a feeling of discomfort. </div><div><br></div><div>It made me think, of how often, we are not kind to ourselves. We are taught to be kind to everyone else, but to ourselves, we should hide, shy away...Ware afraid to say something nice of ourselves to others because what if others think we think highly of ourselves? It's a female thing and before this turns into a feminist piece, I say, buy things that make you happy. It's your hard earned money so stop feeling you need to validate your purchases. </div><div><br></div><div>Mine was a Iced Rasberry Kitchen Aid (KA) which is modeling with My Gingerbread Man. Also, is a pic of the cookbook, of the fabulous deli in Woodstock, the Kitchen. I tested my KA, by making a Ginger and Yoghurt Loaf, which turned out deliciously. </div><div><br></div><div>I had lamented and fought furiously with myself convincing me that a cheaper and equally good mixer would do the same job. But it's not about just getting the job done, it's the romance, it's the feeling of awesomeness when I glimpse at my deep metallic pink machine sparking in the distance, whispering, "Turn me on and together we can bake amazing things". She has not disappointed to date:)</div><div><br></div><div>The Pink Mermaid</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjp_ogkKkPTSYPvrLmIzRt3AhtFEqWt-OaQqhberEACwSugGbUiRNEphNoLYbQyEOMmArITSzdlNhL9V6gNtIDxtef6z61CAMBbtLl-nmf4LjOLgeMQ3MACqgMbB5aTx5vkGdi/s640/blogger-image-1775666932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjp_ogkKkPTSYPvrLmIzRt3AhtFEqWt-OaQqhberEACwSugGbUiRNEphNoLYbQyEOMmArITSzdlNhL9V6gNtIDxtef6z61CAMBbtLl-nmf4LjOLgeMQ3MACqgMbB5aTx5vkGdi/s640/blogger-image-1775666932.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-28581569094623887962013-07-02T22:20:00.001+02:002013-07-02T22:20:34.415+02:00AjoobaAs a child, Sunday mornings were occupied by three kids earnestly watching an outdated Bollywood movie with the utmost concentration and diligence. <br />
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A movie that was recorded on a VHS tape, but was watched repeatedly enough to damage the quality so that intermittently it was covered with lines, scratches and snowy effects. The irony was, that none of these kids could even understand Hindi and relied heavily on the inaccurate and poorly translated subtitles. <br />
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I won't even bother elaborating on the storyline. It includes an evil advisor who coincidently happens to be a satanist. There is a dapper prince who must save the day, a princess needing saving, and of course flying carpets and lots and lots of songs replacing any potential love scenes. <br />
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My 4 year old brother pretended to be Ajooba, a cheap Zoro type masked hero who had the dance moves of Justin Bieber. <br />
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My sister chose the fair, straight haired delicate princess. <br />
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I chose Rukshana, the unruly haired fiery puppeteer, from the city of Hind, in search of her father who was a magician and falsely accused of murdering the royal family. <br />
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We watched the movie till it was so damaged that it eventually went into the pile of VHS tapes, that were half recorded with episodes of Pound Puppies and Mrs Pepperpot, all now obsolete. <br />
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Over the weekend, my brother on route to get a chicken tikka at the local Pakistaani chicken stand, sees Ajooba's masked face peek behind the latest Bollywood hits. He had to get a copy. <br />
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He had passed it onto me after he had watched it. I had to watch it in batches over the space of three evenings. <br />
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It's five hours long, but the memory of Ajooba will linger in my mind, forever. <br />
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Ajooba Zindabaad*!<br />
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* long live Ajooba <br />
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Firstly, I had no eggs, so I will give you the improvised version which turned out quite fine! Actually, I might even compliment myself and say that they turned out bloody good considering...<br />
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I also managed to get three Jamie Oliver magazines for the price of one, CNA has a special one. I love his stuff, so this weekend I will try his tray bake, stay tuned! <br />
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Ingredients <br />
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2 cups cake flour<br />
1 1/2 tspn cinnamon <br />
1/2 tspn ginger fine ( I just added mixed spice)<br />
2 tspn baking powder<br />
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Sift all of the above in a bowl<br />
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2 tablespoons oil ( I used olive)<br />
2 tablespoons butter ( I substituted this with olive oil) <br />
1 cup milk ( I had no milk, so used about 1 1/2 cups Greek youghurt<br />
1 tspn vanilla essence<br />
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Mix by hand in a separate bowl<br />
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4 apples , use 3 peel, core and cut up<br />
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Then add bowl 2 to bowl 1. Mix. Add the apples. <br />
Mix again. <br />
Fill a cupcake tin with casings and fill it all up. Fill the batter up about 3/4 up of the cup cake casings<br />
Then slice the remaining apple up, into thin slices. <br />
Place one slice on each muffin. <br />
Take 1/4 cup brown sugar ( treacle) and mix it with some cinnamon(1/2 tspn). Place a bit on each muffin. <br />
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Bake in the oven for a 20-25 minutes at 190 degrees cel. <br />
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It's yummy warm cause the sugar caramelizes and is gooey! <br />
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The recipe<br />
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2 cups of cake flour<br />
1tablespoon of baking powder<br />
1tspn salt<br />
Pepper to your liking<br />
1tspn thyme<br />
1/2 tspn chilie powder <br />
1egg<br />
350ml milk<br />
60ml olive oil<br />
1/2 punnet ie125g mushrooms<br />
Cheddar cheese cut in teensy blocks, I used about 70g<br />
1/2 red onion diced into small pieces<br />
1tin sweet corn<br />
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Method<br />
1. Sift dry ingredients together. <br />
2. Mix milk and egg and oil<br />
3. Add chopped veggies to dry ingredients, and then add the sweet corn. <br />
4. Mix well. Then dish into muffin trays with cupcake casings. <br />
Bake for 20- 25 minutes, at 200 degrees<br />
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When they are warm, the muffin sticks to the cupcake casings, so rather wait for it cool, or better still just eat it with a spoon ( which is what I did). <br />
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It's healthy without trying to be. Next time I would make it without the cheese w I hardly taste it unless its hot and the cheese melts. <br />
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I find it to be a good savory snack too. <br />
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Something you can munch on before dinner time. <br />
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Enjoy<br />
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And I'm terrible at remembering to do so. On my blog seems to be a more permanent and easier way of actually keeping my promise. <br />
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I've replaced my butter chicken with chicken chaat, mostly because its so much easier and takes up a lot less time and less pots and cleaning required. It's just as good if not better. <br />
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You need<br />
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1kg prawns/chicken<br />
1lemons worth of juice<br />
2tspns garlic<br />
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Marinate this for a few hours, the longer the better, I even do it overnight. But you can also do it immediately too. <br />
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Quick stir fry the chicken/prawn in some olive oil. Its a not deep fried, you basically coat the pan with a bit of oil. so its like 2 tablespoons of oil. Do it in batches. you don't want to overcrowd the pan. The prawns go pink within minutes. If you doing chicken, I suggest getting the chicken browned a bit, not burned though. <br />
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Now for the sauce<br />
1/2 tsp methi (fenureek) seeds ( for prawn) and mustard seeds for chicken<br />
3/4 tspn Koljana <br />
3/4 tspn jeera <br />
1 and a 1/2 tspn chilli powder<br />
1tspn paprika<br />
About 1/2 tsp salt ( depend on you and how much salt you want to use)<br />
1cup double cream Greek youghurt<br />
Small tin tomatoe paste<br />
2tablespoons sugar, but add more or less as per your preference<br />
Dhansay chopped<br />
Curry leaves<br />
Whole chillie<br />
70 ml cream<br />
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Once the chicken/ prawn has been fried, take it out of the pan, and keep it in a bowl. The chicken as is, is quite yummy. <br />
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Same pot, no need to wash it add your dry spices. It will sizzle, but we are making a vagaries, ie dry spices cooked. This releases the flavors. Takes about a minute. Then add the yougurt, and the tomato paste. It will turn a beautiful orange color. Add your chicken/prawn mixture. <br />
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Then add your sugar, curry leaves, and sugar. Let it heat up and bubble a bit. Lastly add the dhanya and then the cream. <br />
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You can make this the night before and it tastes better the next day as most curries do. I've also kept this in the fridge for at least 3 to 4 days. <br />
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Serve with basmati rice, naan or rotisserie (which I suggest you buy, why make life difficult?)<br />
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Tips<br />
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Fenugreek seeds have a mustard color, I've attached a picture. <br />
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Mustard seeds are little tiny black seeds, I use the black one. Pics attached <br />
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I get my spices from Fargos in Salt River but any spice shop will do. <br />
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Enjoy! <br />
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I have a similar dress which I purchased last year, it's a strange hue of pastel blue, but with more of a bouncy bottom. I loved the dress and then I saw this pretty pink thing! I just had to have it. But I couldn't decide on the color so I got both. For some reason I just had to have a canary yellow dress this summer. <br />
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And then finally I also saw this pretty blue and white Cotten blend dress with a leaf print. It was an absolute essential. I could see myself on a lazy summer eve sipping passion fruit in the yard ( which KD so politely cleaned), with a braai and a group of buddies chatting away. It would be a philosophical chat, And I am convinced that in that dress I will be extra smart and perhaps even an intellectual. <br />
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Naturally, I had the hugest crush on the hottie who ends up being gay after the band split in the late 90's. Mark Owen then ventured off on some solo albums, which I didn't think was his strongest and most brilliant move.
You have to understand my obsession. I was a huge fan, my room at one point was covered with every space on the wall plastered with posters of these five blokes showing way too much skin. But I believed somehow, one day I would meet them. I had every book, magazine, and piece of memorabilia, that I could find. I was obsessed. When my aunt hanifa went to London, I saw her off at the airport and shouted Take That at the top of my lungs ( I know what a nerd). I even put that Take That logo, on my arm, with tat sunblock you put on your lips on my arm, so when I burnt while going to the beach, I would have a Take That tattoo. In 1996, I heard the news, they broke up! I broke down in tears, inconsolable, okay maybe I'm being a little bit dramatic. It was still very sad. Who else would I rely on, who would I fantasize about? ( Brad Pitt hmmm )
I followed dear old Robbie Williams faithfully.
When he did come to SA, I was too broke and I was busy with exams to watch his show.
And then one day while walking at the old musica in the waterfront I saw Take That reunite, minus Robbie. I was disappointed, I didn't understand why they wanted to give it a shot again, they were a legend, in their time. I had just seen New Kids On The Block, do a sad video, with these old men in their late thirties, run around shirtless, with these young girls. What the fuck? No seriously, it was depressing, it was social suicide on their part! So I was naturally thinking why were Take That doing this?
I ignored their re arrival, like the antichrist!
And then KD made me listen to a song, as he often does. Mind you he did introduce me to Tori Amos amongst others, and he told me it was Take That I was listening to!
And not only did I like it, I loved it. They matured, like Ah Ha. They were not these bare chested boys ( mind you Howard did show his bum in "relight my fire" ) , but it was almost like they grew up with their fans who were no longer 15years old teens hanging on their every word but 30year old women, who were willing do give their childhood sweetheart one more chance! I'm a Robbie fan now, I still think I have a chance....
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Yesterday, I had the unfortunate experience of eating bad sushi. It's a place we have gone to, quite a few times to already. So I was disappointed, it tasted like cheap pick n pay sushi. I have nothing against pick n pay sushi, I love that they offer budget sushi, there is a time of the month, where the sushi craving is stifling,and the budget allows nothing more than salticracks and there is the then ever so promising budget sushi. And then that just hits the craving. But when you are paying good money, you expect good sushi. I also recently had the rainbow rolls at ocean basket (waterfront and cavendish) and they definitely get three thumbs up( well hritik Roshan can). It was fresh and tasted really wholesome. Sometimes it's all I have, the serving is a generous eight, but you can add something more cause I never find that suffient.
And then finally my last foodie post for the day is, tikka chicken. A guy by the name of Sameer has a stall on the corner of Comet road, in Surrey Estate. It is the best chicken tikka you have ever eaten, although its more braaied chicken with a mouthwatering selection of the best spices. It's the best takeout to get on a Saturday even when you know you not dirtying a dish.
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I have always loved Nigella and most of my cooking and baking is inspired by her confident, english rose style of cooking. Nigella does not opologise for using too much cream, or anything else for that matter. It's refreshing to find woman who do not feel the need to conform to what the masses request.
I just read an article of the beautiful Ashwariya Rai. I never was much of a fan, preferring Kajol and a Rani Mukherjee, but I must admit I admire her grace and confidence in not being forced by media, to lose the weight gain after having a baby.
And I am alarmed, although in hindsight, I should not be. Such is the thing of fame, one day you are the hero because you tick the boxes that a fickle population prescribes.
And then there is my new favorite, Sophie Dahl, who is so calmingly beautiful in her Laissez faire way of cooking and living. It's not just about what she is making, it's in the bowl that she uses and the words she uses to describe making the dishes. It's almost invisible ingredients that has a wonderful effect on the freshly baked product.
I have recently purchased her new recipe book, and ache to make her flour less chocolate cake. I am sure on you tube everything looks effortless, but I will attempt to do it Sophie Dahl style. I will wear beautiful clothes, and have beautifully made up eyes using my new Lisa cole body shop range. I will purchase vintage pots, and slightly eccentric bowls. And just for a few minutes I can pretend to be a domestic goddess.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-68193551719357427582012-07-10T18:58:00.002+02:002012-07-10T19:02:39.271+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-27954608059631710772012-07-10T18:58:00.001+02:002012-07-10T19:02:30.827+02:00A weekend to rememberThere we were five very contrasting personalities in one promising car. Sam had picked me up first from work and I was waiting, ever so long and patiently for the day to arrive. A weekend away, with my best friend, her other best friend, a quiet little girl who organized a superb spa weekend away and my soon to be Bosom buddy.
Firstly, there was endless banter, alliances were formed and a pretend war had started. We laughed all the way from pickup points, around scary bends, whilst eating burgers and pitas. We listened to music and intelligently discussed the size of Jessica's Simpsons bum, whether Justin Bieber was hot or not, and not forgetting a very anlalytical approach to deciphering boy sms language and usage of emoticons.
On arrival we quickly settled in our quarters which was a cosy room with a double bed and sleeper couch. My best friend Tou is an organizer, and starts unpacking the food. It was enough to feed an army, an army like 300. And then chocolates are being opened and further boy analysing takes place.
Sakeena (whom I had dubbed the "quiet one "but really was not) had organized for us to go on a horse ride. Horses who look so elegant and calm like in" Legends of the Fall", where Brad Pitt so effortless rides with his shoulder length hair blowing in the wind. It's all lies I tell you. Firstly you need to put on a hat,and it just makes you look like you have a disproportionate size head. Tou looked funnier with a colorful one clearly aimed at kids. Then when you eventually get on the horse, you need to try and stay on it. I swore I felt for a few moments I was at deaths door. Clearly over dramatic, but I swear. Incidentally that song by "All for One"played while having supper but I am now getting ahead of myself.
These cute little boys guided us on the most scenic and calming of trails. Subsequently, getting off of the horse seemed more troublesome and I fell straight off onto my plentiful behind. Extra padding has its advantages.
Supper itself was anticlimactic, but the conversation was girl packed with fun.
Our other friends arrived later that eve. The day followed with spa treatments and relaxation. The eves ere filled with midnight feasts and pajama parties.
My favorite part of most trips are the smaller insignificant parts like driving to a destination. It is filed with hope and anticipation.
It's is so true, life is a journey, so enjoy the ride!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-32019917537924838202012-03-29T22:56:00.002+02:002012-03-29T23:13:48.035+02:00It - yes the clown penniwiseI watched "It" the weekend that passed and it really was just as scary and disturbing as I remember it being. I love when what I enjoyed in the past doesn't disappoint what I enjoy as an adult. (like the barbie phenomenon, why?)<br /><br />For those of you who don't know what 'it ', is about:<br /><br />There are the lucky seven whom would have been considered the losers, every minority represented, the stutterer, the asthmatic, the girl with daddies issues, the fat boy, the black guy, the Jew , the funny guy and the scary cat. <br />The is an evil, older than time, well human time at least who hibernates and every twenty seven years feeds on children. It uses it's higher level technology, since it's an alien life source, and eons ahead of us, to project itself in the from of a clown into children's worlds, and tricks them through their fears.<br /><br />It's brilliant, I didn't quite understand all of it as a child but it's still scared the bajeebers out of me. And now that I know what it's about, it's even more kick ass. <br /><br />It's disturbing, and I think that is what horror movies now a days lack, the freakishly scary and disturbing images that is considered so wrong even though our movies are less sensored. I mean take that, "paranormal activity" movie, yeah the idea of a documentary type thing is cool, but they rely on scare tactics. <br /><br />I think something is not scary cause you jump out of your seat and shout and skrik it's more when it infringes on what you believe is true.<br />Take my favorite movie of all time, "Rosemary's baby" (hold your comments please), but it's not particularly scary, well aside from the rape/Sex scene. But it's just an ordinary girl, who meets these harmless old neighbors. It's about betrayal and trust being broken by people you trust. <br /><br />The thing is the greatest evil that exists is human beings. It's not some spook and supernatural activity, it's what people are doing and their own selfish agendas. <br /><br />And that can be seen in " it" as well. Adults see what happens but keep their eyes closed. <br /><br />I guess it's like that saying, "evil grows when good people do nothing".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-2610414769693054552012-03-02T19:15:00.004+02:002012-03-02T19:54:12.988+02:00The profoundnessI really don't need to be liked you know?<br />Do you think this is for you when I was ten and needed your approval, well? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't and the thing is up until now when I am nearing a three decade existence do I realize I can actually say it, and action it.<br /><br /><br />There is like an obsession a need to be liked! What is this need I ask? It feels as if without it, you cannot breath and should not exist. This compulsion to please like an addiction without the judgment. Sometimes, it feels like you have nothing else to teach me. That gets lonely so I try to disguise the space between us with laughter and play things. But even that feels like a guilty pleasure. <br /><br />It's almost as if feling guilty is what you want me to feel, with this endless , unfulfilled need of trying to fill the emptiness, a void that has been avoided for so long. <br /><br />The thing is I just don't need to be liked! I dont want to need to do that all the time so much so that its all that I do. That I forget who I am all about, lost in that constant nagging nice train.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-84471824407125392072012-03-02T19:15:00.003+02:002012-03-02T19:36:20.354+02:00The profoundnessI really don't need to be liked you know?<br />Do you think this is for you when I was ten and needed your approval, well? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't and the thing is up until now when I am nearing a three decade existence do I realize I can actually say it, and action it.<br /><br /><br />There is like an obsession a need to be liked! What is this need I ask? It feels as if without it, you cannot breath and should not exist. This compulsion to please like an addiction without the judgment. Sometimes, it feels like you have nothing else to teach me. That gets lonely so I try to disguise the space between us with laughter and play things. But even that feels like a guilty pleasure. <br /><br />It's almost as if feling guilty is what you want me to feel, with this endless , unfulfilled need of trying to fill the emptiness, a void that has been avoided for so long. <br /><br />The thing is I just don't need to be liked! I dont want to need to do that all the time so much so that its all that I do. That I forget who I am all about, lost in that constant nagging nice train.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-65494380489948830262012-02-25T00:31:00.003+02:002012-02-25T00:35:48.218+02:00Sorry for My absenceIt has been months again and I promised to write more often so my apologies for not going that. <br /><br />I don't really have an excuse, I had a lovely December, and my card making company is up and running. We have a big event coming up in May, so I am kinda excited and need to plan and work hard at it again. <br /><br />But I promised ten stories for the year...so here we go....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-10374758482236985142011-10-23T22:16:00.001+02:002011-10-23T22:25:03.320+02:00Christmas is coming...So I went to woolies today and up were the xmas decorations. I love the festivities and can't wait to get a xmas tree. I am a sucker for xmas movies even! I think its just the general feeling of the festivities as almost everyone is haPpy and accomodative to xmas. This morning. I was watching a Jaimie oliver Xmas special see Xmas is everywhere as the song states in the fabulous, Love Actually.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-52189130209757104332011-10-21T20:22:00.006+02:002011-10-21T20:37:54.054+02:00I LOVE YOU TO DEATH<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wtTw1POHhL7Rrs4b4GfnuUa_LLl1ORcqWOj5XRqBjC39yIuuKdJ7ZjxGdJwGtylot2Csk9RpBzr7FIM3IQdX3JYmuWZIJ3ql39eJ1N1hDImOyIE3Z78EHKNTjWxHLneLHus-/s1600/IMG00164-20111018-1038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wtTw1POHhL7Rrs4b4GfnuUa_LLl1ORcqWOj5XRqBjC39yIuuKdJ7ZjxGdJwGtylot2Csk9RpBzr7FIM3IQdX3JYmuWZIJ3ql39eJ1N1hDImOyIE3Z78EHKNTjWxHLneLHus-/s320/IMG00164-20111018-1038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666013987018900498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGtYJxjHDacSD5W2XZaQD18fvQZqqbdBVNIFNj2Js8u7EOzZSE6VgX6LrNRoUE4aljufUUbSYqkb0VYwii2W3Lan0G3LXPdhme1H0fpA3zdjHUtjntDXG-3dTNPGJehDtI6cQz/s1600/IMG00165-20111018-1038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGtYJxjHDacSD5W2XZaQD18fvQZqqbdBVNIFNj2Js8u7EOzZSE6VgX6LrNRoUE4aljufUUbSYqkb0VYwii2W3Lan0G3LXPdhme1H0fpA3zdjHUtjntDXG-3dTNPGJehDtI6cQz/s320/IMG00165-20111018-1038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666013672900957442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWj-wAfAFHTU0h6ELQDa3KfqrgDHBogutCTQ0Mn1faH8P2yJcr7fkYZxTg8NPs29mwx8pxkMY_DBRYlowP7tGobw9y17gb_-AA7rNkXwJYoNZCoY2MipVAzB3OzbimBonDIia4/s1600/IMG00168-20111018-1039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWj-wAfAFHTU0h6ELQDa3KfqrgDHBogutCTQ0Mn1faH8P2yJcr7fkYZxTg8NPs29mwx8pxkMY_DBRYlowP7tGobw9y17gb_-AA7rNkXwJYoNZCoY2MipVAzB3OzbimBonDIia4/s320/IMG00168-20111018-1039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666013464809890418" /></a><br />I know I promised to do this a lot earlier in the week, please forgive me. In the mood for Halloween I created this range. Its a bit of horror and a bit of love, hmn pretty much like twilight again. <br /><br />I am uber excited for the new Breaking Dawn movie to come out!<br /><br />So back to cards before I jump to my other favorite thing, Twilight. <br /><br />The first card is a normal I love you card i guess, with a bubble saying, " i could never have found a better man."<br /><br />The second one is my favourite.The vampire says, " Edward Cullen could never compare to the real thing" . Guys, if you have a gal who is Twilight mad, this will be the perfect card on V day! By V day I mean Valentines day and not Vampire day incase you were so inclined to assume. <br /><br />And the final on is a good old, "congrats on your wedding card". <br /><br />These chip boards reminded me so of old classics like "Beetlejuice". I loved that movie growing up. So I guess this is a playful way of handling matters of the heart:)<br /><br />Have a good weekend!<br /><br />Next up is a glittering range of Cards for kids:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-91481045043710620152011-10-17T22:52:00.008+02:002011-10-21T20:39:21.170+02:00The Pink Mermaid launches her Card Range<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLandtN9WjOJB5ILS5moFYAq0tbJPYKQ2MezF_xniCdkvcLf5PXeMrxF721ov2c4RJcJntzrndrIfEuLKqFJmjIKW70bpqxIQ4wmgQyPw41ahS9ah9KoY-1sHr4d5OCF16Bbq/s1600/IMG00142-20110928-0654.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLandtN9WjOJB5ILS5moFYAq0tbJPYKQ2MezF_xniCdkvcLf5PXeMrxF721ov2c4RJcJntzrndrIfEuLKqFJmjIKW70bpqxIQ4wmgQyPw41ahS9ah9KoY-1sHr4d5OCF16Bbq/s320/IMG00142-20110928-0654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664571718571391922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWGhPm4gxrzj8385zxm-VfYySnCTOIXYS0-RPEj5hyphenhyphenOnFcHexSihU3eWdTElA2pyIvKnhh79JZA8EnfB9n1Zfb1NQ1ZRsP8Nt6YTatDiLDFQst1T8vMy6fDwzqubekLQ14ANa/s1600/IMG00146-20110928-0655.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWGhPm4gxrzj8385zxm-VfYySnCTOIXYS0-RPEj5hyphenhyphenOnFcHexSihU3eWdTElA2pyIvKnhh79JZA8EnfB9n1Zfb1NQ1ZRsP8Nt6YTatDiLDFQst1T8vMy6fDwzqubekLQ14ANa/s320/IMG00146-20110928-0655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664571516208224914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMg0fP-3vqiT8EGJtNOp1AuCcZAX9gHl3-5TQMqjRy7vm1fwkn_jVlZJ0z5Xl1RtjpHn39UDkLwFDcGpE9uqUVLyaAF7HF9WqbdGj14m1ZWTWWMmNuyZ5Eb2pHxDUHwOajF1Dr/s1600/IMG00145-20110928-0655.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMg0fP-3vqiT8EGJtNOp1AuCcZAX9gHl3-5TQMqjRy7vm1fwkn_jVlZJ0z5Xl1RtjpHn39UDkLwFDcGpE9uqUVLyaAF7HF9WqbdGj14m1ZWTWWMmNuyZ5Eb2pHxDUHwOajF1Dr/s320/IMG00145-20110928-0655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664570799397942098" /></a><br />And by Pink Mermaid i mean me! For the past few months I have been going a little bit card crazy. I have spending endless hours making cards and have totally gotten totally in frukkin crazy love with it. I seem to be spending my weekends, hitting the craft shops and designing and creating words and combinations that work. I am loving it. My proper website will be up soon, but you will definitely be reading lots more from me. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to stop making cards (cause that will be the same as dying). Also, please join my facebook page. <br /><br />The first three pics are from my Sex n the city Range (unoffcial, please don't sue me), where I am inspired by the sex n the city theme. A modern girl, who preys and parties in the dangerous city. Perfect for girl friends and the party gal!<br /><br />Stay tuned for the , " I love you to death" range which will follow tomorrow!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-63810352880868961202010-01-26T10:45:00.000+02:002010-01-26T10:46:18.229+02:00Open MikeI suck my thumb at you<br /><br />Daddy’s Boys who drives their daddy’s beamers<br />Do you jack off to daddy’s porn, you daddy screamers<br />You coast on your looks and you decaffe latte<br />Self absorbed personality war to you is par sey<br /><br />I suck my thumb at you sir <br /><br />Blusher and eye liner a Levi jeans and Country Road<br />Biggest dilemma is when you forget your cell phone code<br />So you shout at the MTN dude who earns peanuts per hour<br />It’s not really your fault, cause you have that power<br /><br />I suck my thumb at you madam<br /><br />A conscientiousness of what happens outside your front door<br />The ordinary people who try to be more<br />You ignore cause you only speak to people in Mazeraties<br />Your life is just about a dress and a party<br /><br />Communism is a dirty word you heard in your first year at uni<br />You dropped out or failed cause your brain was too puny<br />Domestics are servants maids to clean after your mess<br />And street kids are treated like multiplying infectious pests<br /><br />I suck my thumb at you <br /><br />Your mother or father your uncle and aunt<br />They started the rant<br />Of how third world this country is <br />London or Dubai could I go there please<br /><br />cause flashy, and concrete jungle, malls and more shops<br />cab drivers who drive and never seem to stop<br />cascading hallways with gold and marble floors<br />men who’s money you were born to adore<br />woman traded like cattle, highest bidder twenty million please<br />like prostitute virgins without a disease<br /><br />I suck my thumb at you<br />And that’s all I plan to do<br />Cause Don’t contaminate my space with your stupidity <br />And I don’t care if you don’t like my rigidity<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659883.post-71032404834272364762009-10-22T13:14:00.002+02:002009-10-22T13:18:15.002+02:00Ok so i promise to blog more oftenWhat a beautiful day, where the sky is bleu and everything seems almost perfect even if perfection is a fagment of the masses imagination. <br /><br />I am addicted to True Blood, no new news there. <br />And I have gotten my tickets to the first screening of New Moon already, yeah baby.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com"><img src="http://www.Movie-bloggers.com/graphics2006/logo01.gif" width="80" height="15" border="0"></a></div>The Pink Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220203202724630345noreply@blogger.com0