Omitsu Koshi

I can wax lyrical about the japanese all day long - Hiro Nakamura "Yatta!! Herrooo, New York!!", Ken Watanabe, sashimi, vending machines, anime, harajuku girls ... but screw that, let's EAT!!

It's hard enough to find great Japanese restaurants and even harder to find a place to satisfy your sushi cravings for less dosh. Good thing we live near one.

This is my second visit to Omitsu Koshi and they've yet to disappoint with plenty of bento sets and a la carte items ... ahhh choices choices choices!

I chose my perennial favourites, California Rolls and Gyozas. The rolls were pretty good though they substituted the avocado for lettuce ... cheapos!

OCDMom ordered a Sashimi Zen set that came with a combination of salmon, tuna and yellowtail sashimi and a bowl of hot rice. And we had a Kaki Fry to share ... mmm deepfried goodness.

Dad ordered an Ebi Tempura set that looked pretty tasty though I thought they could've thrown in a couple more prawns.

California Roll : RM6
Gyoza : RM 9
Sashimi Zen set : RM 19
Kaki Fry : RM 25
Ebi Tempura set : RM 18

Omitsu Koshi
No 17 & 19, Jalan SS 22/23
Damansara Jaya
47400 Petaling Jaya
Selangor

Ahhh ... satisfying. I could eat Japanese everyday.

Note: Photo quality is terrible when uploaded in blogger. I have no idea what is up!

Robots In Disguise

Ahh ... the sweet sweet lullaby of Optimus Prime transforming sooths the soul like cootchie coos and chocolate ice cream.

Nothing like non-stop big screen CG warfare for 2 hours to bring a smile on my face ... or The Boy's for that matter.

But why oh why oh why did they only have, I swear, 10 seconds of the Prime and Megatron showdown? And Prime got his arse kicked while Megatron had nary a superficial scratch on him! Did they run out of budget?! Did they run out of film reels?! We deserved MORE!

And now like a proper fangirl, I'm dedicating all my bandwidth to downloading every single Transformers episode.

"Autobots, roll out!"

Mmm Blueberries

Blueberries were going for cheap + new oven = blueberry muffins!

While I do not profess to being a top chef, I can follow recipes. So I put on my apron and grab my trusty whisk.

mmm ... blueberry goodness

Is The Floor Clean Clean Clean?

My mother is an obsessive compulsive cleaner. She is the vacuum wielding mistress of the house and will stop at nothing to suck the bejesus out of every nook and cranny in the house - if you're dust, you're dead to her.

While normal people would perhaps gape in shock and horror when they see a pint sized lady scrubbing floors like a cracked out hamster at 10pm, my family would shake our heads in mock annoyance and say "Oh look ... she's at it again".

Last night perhaps her OCD went on yet another overdrive, she dragged out the poor weary hoover and started filling up the dust bag at waitaminute ... *rubs eyes* 1 AM!!!

No it can't be! Who are you and where have you taken my mother?! Oh wait ... you ARE my mother.

Good thing we all sleep like logs.

Contrary to my mother's rationale, while we all appreciate having a floor clean enough to lick off, I'm sure sleeping through the night with a layer of idle dust will not result in all of us dying from asphyxia by dust.

Even after the late night vacuuming session didn't successfully end the cleaning hysteria.

My mother turned into a full blown sadistic dust destroyer, cruel and ruthless.

OCDMom: Suck it up, Private and let me see some elbow in that scrub!!
Me: Yes, Drill Sargeant! *whimper*
OCDMom: I DIDN'T HEAR YA!
Me: YES, DRILL SARGEANT!! *scrubs floor vigorously*

Ok so there was a slight exaggeration ... I didn't call her drill sargeant.

I Suck

At interviews that is.

How does one go from puffed up chest in power suit to a stuttering log of turd in 5 mins? I have such an innate knack for pulling that off.

How I got all my jobs has got to be by pure dumb luck OR they were desperate OR they thought 'special' kids deserve a chance in life too.

I think I might be unemployed for a while ...

Net Withdrawal

My broadband decided to die on me for a couple of days.

Do they not know the repercussions of taking away what has become my sustenance?

Even people in rehab get weaned off their substances and have their twelve-step programs to work through recovery and sponsors to call when they feel like they're losing the plot.

I got no twelve-step program, no sympathy and a rather harrowing experience with Screwmyx's 'technical support' assistance.

I wanted to punch out the doors, chomp on computer cables, throw a chair out the window and stomp on little furry animals to ease the jitters and cold sweats.

Thank god for ice-cream and chocolates.

Protecting Myself

Am finding some rather geeky ways to protect the posts I don't want the world to see ... teehee

Decode it

Insomniac

Can't seem to stay asleep these days - eyes wide open kind of sleeplessness.

While everyone drifts off to slumberland, my weary body stuck is with a head doing mental gymnastics.

Sometimes I think about my day - "I should have done that" or "Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that apple crumble" - to what I should do with my time tomorrow - finally finishing that book or having coffee with a friend.

And then I almost always find myself thinking about 1 or more of these 3 things:

1. Food
2. Death
3. Not-so-friendly monsters lurking under my bed

The top chef in me dreams about whipping up chocolate brownies in our new oven and cooking up a pasta storm. And then deluded enough to think that everyone will be falling all over themselves trying to get copies of my fabulous secret recipe.

And then sometimes I strangely think about mortality - mine and everyone else's. Maybe not so much the death part since death is pretty much a given the moment you are born. It's the how and when - shot by a crazed gunman while valiantly protecting an innocent or get my neck slashed by some random shard of glass ... yes, I'm morbid that way.

I also stupidly think about spectres and ghouls and souls with unfinished business at the most unsavoury of times. Why oh why do I do this to myself?! And it's usually at this point where my bladder starts overworking and I daren't make that journey to the bathroom for fear of meeting any unfriendly creatures of the night.

Then when I finally convince myself that I'm stupid and summon the courage to go, I silently remind myself not to respond if I hear my name being called or suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder or look in the mirror for fear of catching a reflection of some ... thing.

But remember, I am stupid ... and vain - so I look in the mirror. And there she was, a face white as sheet with hollow lifeless eyes, grey bloodless lips and hair in violent tangles.

So this is how insomniacs look like huh? I need sleep.

I Have An Owie

** Warning distressing pictures ahead. Scroll at your own risk**

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Look what my super human reflexes got me into ...

uh-huh that's right

ow ow ow!

How on earth was I supposed to know that blurry blue thing falling from its holder was a shaver with unprotected blades?! Who puts unprotected shavers on shaky holders?!

Apparently my mother does ...

Now I have a real REASON not to wash up, clean the floors or cook .... oh the pain!

No You Don't!

No, you do NOT get to tell us how we choose to spend our money or how we make our own personal choices.

No, you do NOT get to tell us that we could have been more prudent and it will be to our detriment when you assume that you know everything that goes on in our lives.

We have never asked you for anything and YOU HAVE. And yet you sit high up on your throne audaciously lecturing us about our choices and our lives when you have yet to set an example for the rest of us.

Do you think somehow by being our predecessor gives you the priviledge of superiority over us? And we should throw in our towels and submit to your demands and your rationale?

We know you love your power trips and your constant name dropping. Well, I for one will not "oohh" and "ahhh" over who you know or what they can do or even think "Wow! He is a really powerful man!".

I keep my cool in front of you because my parents taught me manners and I smile and nod at your never ending audacities because of the respect I have for my partner.

But do not treat us like silly children if you do not want us to treat you like an arrogant prick.