Gallimaufry#150

Just a gallimaufry of AI-generated photos, real photos and ramblings 📸

Fishing

If you visit a Malaysian blog, chances are you’ll see food photos—it's our way of life. A regular Malaysian grabs takeout for lunch, cooks only once a day for dinner, and eats out on weekends because eating out is affordable, widely available, and reflects our multicultural society, offering a rich variety of flavors from Malay, Chinese, Indian, and other cuisines. 

Dinner—Thai

 

Thai deep-fried omelette

Thai deep-fried omelette, or Khai Jiao (ไข่เจียว), is easy to make, super oily, and unapologetically unhealthy—but totally worth it! With its crispy edges and fluffy center, it’s a quick comfort food often served over rice with chili sauce. Add minced pork or herbs for extra flavor and enjoy every crunchy, golden bite!

Yes, making Khai Jiao involves deep-frying. The beaten eggs are poured into very hot oil, causing them to puff up and develop crispy, golden edges. This technique gives the omelette its signature light, airy texture with a crunchy exterior. While it's more oil-intensive than traditional omelettes, the delicious results make it a popular comfort food in Thailand.

            

THOUGHT NIBBLES

FROM THE TRAVEL ARCHIVES

Souvenir shops in Pyrgos Kallistis

One of the fun things to do when traveling is souvenir hunting. I love wandering through small, tucked-away shops, discovering unique trinkets that capture the spirit of the place. There’s something exciting about finding handcrafted items, like local pottery, magnets, or postcards with scenic views. I especially enjoy chatting with shop owners, learning the stories behind their merchandise, and picking out little gifts for friends and family. It’s not just about buying things—it’s about bringing home memories, each item a reminder of the adventure, the people I met, and the places I explored.

I know, AI mice overload—I can’t help it! The details are so spot-on, exactly how I saw them when I was in Greece.

It’s just like the blue-domed churches, the winding cobblestone stairs, and those quaint souvenir shops brimming with treasures.

From the tiny baskets filled with handmade soups to the vibrant postcards, Mati (evil eye symbol) and sun hats, it all feels so real. It’s like those little AI mice are bringing the same charm and energy I experienced, right down to the lazy cats and the tinkling bells from the donkeys.

UPDATE—MY NEIGHBOURS FROM HELL 😈

The nightmare continues, and my neighbors have officially taken their disturbances to bizarre new heights. What started as obsessive vacuuming has now escalated into all sorts of strange nighttime activities: tools clanging, objects dropping, furniture being dragged, stomping, scraping and rolling noises, loud door creaks announcing their entries and exits, and water gushing at odd hours—often heard after midnight, with their unit shrouded in total darkness.

Here’s where things get really weird: Lately, I’ve noticed the husband leaving the condo at 3 AM with a suitcase and backpack, only to return 20 minutes later. This has been confirmed by our night security guard. 

I shared an elevator with the wife on several occasions and noticed that she was always carrying clothes on hangers, which I assumed were from the cleaners. Once, my husband spotted them both walking to the car—she was hugging a pile of clothes, and he was toting several bags

Honestly, I don't care what they're up to—whether it’s laundry runs, secret missions, or stashing evidence—but their nocturnal activities are wrecking my sleep. The husband isn’t deliberately stomping around (he’s just that heavy-footed), but the relentless clattering, water sounds, and those 3 AM suitcase sprints are driving me to the brink. Every night feels like a game of roulette: Will I get any sleep tonight, or will their antics keep me wide awake?

I’ve tried earplugs, but they give me headaches, and since I have ear eczema and am allergic to certain materials, finding something comfortable is a struggle. The daytime vacuuming is incessant, and I'm starting to wonder—maybe it’s not just OCD… maybe it’s about removing evidence.

So, folks—what do you think? Midnight mules, undercover agents, or just laundry-loving night owls? Maybe it’s just a fetish for doing laundry in the dark. 

Do drop your 2 cents—because at this point, I might need it for some industrial-strength sleeping meds!

Jokes aside, thanks to my neighbors, I now have chronic insomnia. I’m desperately needing your prayers to help me find peace and restore my sleep because I’m starting to feel like a zombie.