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Where Are We Actually?

The final day of   the Black History Month.

February is the Black History Month. The quilt is on display at Macy's in Downtown.

Look closely at little written patches. Where will we be if we had to go throguh what they went through?

This is my second week at my new job at different site  treatment program. I finally met all the 28 male residents, aged from 19-54 years old. Seven of them share the same first name. I asked them to give me a week to put their names on their faces.

We'll remind you our names every time we see you in a hallway."

"Brilliant idea."

But I managed to remember half of their names before the end of the day.

I was too tired to fix some salads but not too tired  to prepare sweet baked potato because I've been craving for it since yesterday. I cleaned the sweet potato, stabbed the potato at different spots with a fork,  brushed an olive oil, wrapped it with aluminum foil and baked it for an hour or less depend on the heat of your oven.

I cut in halves, drop a dollop of butter and gently mashed the center part with a fork. I added two tablespoon of cottage cheese (I'm out of sour cream). I garnished with a few springs of coriander leaves. I like the combination taste of coriander and sweet potato.

Self-Image

I stopped at souvenirs store on Winter Street Downtown to take a look at some colorful scarves and socks on mannequins in window display. I was disappointed at the quality of the scarves though. Poorly manufactured or rejected products of mass production. $5.00 a piece. I'd rather wait to go shopping at Chelsea Market in NYC.

The street signs distracted me immediately. I asked a friendly Ethiopian sales clerk who waited on me the sales on the street signs.

"Very popular. The school children like them very much."

"Really? Are they a high school kids?"

"Yes, mostly high sch0ol kids, but sometimes the college students buy them too. They like Stone Way, High Street and Hottie Way and high school children love Pimp Plaza and Bitch Boulevard."

"How do you know they are college students?"

"I heard them talking about putting signs on the wall at their dorms."

"Oohh....."

I wonder where do these high school girls and boys put their signs? In their bedrooms? What do the mothers say about it?

The Last of Baulu

Last night I had the last batch of baulu Kak N baked for me a day before I left for Boston. Let me see, it was Wednesday morning, Novemebr 22, 2006 when Kak N was in the kitchen baking the baulu. Two third of the batter was already gone.

Muna, my niece offered to finish the rest of the batter when Kak N and I went to visit Mak's grave site for the last time. I already visited three times since Hari Raya.

When we got back an hour later, all the baulu were neatly organized in tow air tight lid jars.

Kak N was surprised when I told her last night that I'd just eaten the last nine pieces of her abitesizeheavenlytastedlightascotton baulu. I wrapped them in an aluminum foil, heated at 350 degree in the oven for ten minutes.  My upstairs neigbour, Jay knocked on my door as he dragged his 6' 6", 360 lb body up to his apartment, "Ana, what are you baking? Smell good out here."

Note: The ingredients vary but Kak N used: flour, eggs, sugar and vanilla extract.

Kak N's Divine Garden

Kak N sent some of beautiful photos from her little garden on the front and back yard. She didn't care much for gardening let alone getting her hands dirty when we lived in Penang. But when she moved back to Taiping to be near Mak, she got the bug from Mak. All these gorgeous flowers are from the seeds Mak saved over the years. Thank you Kak N. I love you and I miss you.

Re route When You See This

What Is Going On?

One question swirled on my mind when I read My name is Bondage-Hassan Bondage at RantingbyMM , Are our *men really get to this low? What's next? chastity belt for cows and water-buffalo to save them from uncontrollable d****?

Instead of making an effort to find the roots of why are these men lusting over a child, a little girl, grandaughter, daughter, niece, sister and everthing that breathes under the sun, this man thinks the best way to avert sex perpetrators is to wear protection. Nice going, ustaz.

From Mukhtar Mai, honor killings (what kind of honor when you kill a victim?), raping the virgin, child brides, this, this,  and this, little girls, even an infant in some cases, young women, old women have been victimized, oppressed and humiliated in every possible way. What is it with these men? Is it something to do with them sliding out through their mothers' birth canals that make them worse than animals?

How Not to Fall

What a lovely morning. With a big cup of coffee in my hand I walked and side-stepped the frozen snow to the gym. Most of the side walks along Dorchester Avenue toward South Boston have been salted since yesterday, but when you walked on melting snow you couldn't walk as vertically stacked of beads on string pulled from the top of your head. You have to look for the spot to land your foot.

Otherwise you would be like me many years ago when I had just learned to walk with straight spine, chest out, chin a little up (not too much) eyes straight ahead and I stepped onto a thin layer of ice and I was, oohhh...pocot.

The icicle under a rusty metal stairs on Atlantic Ave.

Prosperous Year

Happy New Year /Gong Xi Fa Chai

To allo my Chinese friends: Have a wonderful and prosperous New Year and years to come.

Btw I love this pic. I guess this is what folks say Hidup Berdua Mati Bersama, Live Together Die Together

Hidden Beauty