The rainbow chicks

Somebody broke a rainbow and hurled it to the ground. It splattered its paint pot colours on the little chicks. Now the riotous shades of Autumn are flinging themselves on the chicks, where a startling radiant sentinel may snatch your breath away.

And the chicks dance with their three legs splattered its paint pot colours on every person around.

(Spotted this rainbow-coloured chicks at the Buy Malaysian fair which is on now in Kota Kinabalu at Merdeka Square)

The Greens

I was having this plate of "greens" while my colleagues and business friends are having the "eat-all-you-can" buffet lunch at Hyatt yesterday afternoon.

One colleague asked whether I know that people who live on vegetarian diets have slightly weaker bones than their meat-eating counterparts.

Sure, I chose the news to be in my "Medicine and Science Updates" column the day before!

It was a joint Australian-Vietnames study of links between the bones and diet of more than 2,700 people. It was found out that vegetarians had bones five per cent less dense than meat-eaters.

No, I have not turned vegetarian. I still eat meat, a lot of it actually!

According to Yan's experience, if you are lighter and you fall, it does not always end with broken bones!

Go!

Life is full of Stop Lights...
but eventually they all change to Go!

The egg encounter

In march last year, I wrote this.

I love eggs.
Fried it, scrumptious!
Sunny-side up, appealing.
Scrambled it, delightful!
Cooked-in-the shell, yummy!
Half-boil or soft-boiled it, it’s almost heavenly!
Poached it, mellow!
Baked it, divine!
With sauce and dressing, heavenly!

15 months down the road, I still like to write it one more time! But, probably, I discover something new today - fat people like to eat eggs! I just read that STP is also "confused" with eggs! My husband also loves eggs. Chris also loves eggs. I also love eggs. What's common among four of us? We are all some sort of belonging to the "heavy-weight" group!

Today's post is inspired by STP's confusion!

I have been passing by this food stall every morning for the past one month or more on my way to gym. The food stall sells some ready cook food, like fried noodles, Bee Hoon. Customers could get a plate and there are some side dishes to go with. Among them, are fried eggs. Every morning, I see a small hill of fried eggs. By the time I finish my gym, the hill of eggs is all gone.

This morning, I passed by again. I decided that I would ask the lady boss to reserve one egg for me and I would collect when I am back. She was sort of reluctant and said, coldly "Wait till you are back."

After the gym, I discovered to my horror that I did not have any money in my sports bag! I used to carry some ten ringgit! Would she reserve one fried egg for me? I think I'd better tell her I did not bring any money. There was one more egg left after the customer in front of me took one. I was not sure whether she would reserve that for me! All signs show it was not likely that she would reserve the egg for me.

Anyway, I apologized that I could not buy the egg because I did not bring any money. She looked at me, face as plain as an egg with no expression, and did not say a word. Well, egg does not talk, I guess!

I went back, put two eggs into my rice cooker and there - I have my two perfect soft boil eggs to my heart content!

Three and four

A colleague dropped by just before lunch giving me four packets of "Honey roasted Sunflower seeds" and said this, "They said if you give three packs, it means I love you. If you give four, it means I love my boss."

Now, what's the difference between three and four packets?

Well, I have not digested it. Really!