The Bottom Line...

...is that shaving down there (or anywhere) is bad for you. 

The summary of it is that I have some bumps on the external labia and when I went to see my doc he says they're warts caused by the regular shaving I so regularly engage in on such a regular basis. See where he's going with this? 

OK, so I had one tiny bump before, a year ago, and he told me then that I should think about photo-therapy as a more long-term solution with regards to hair-removal. But because I'm the procrastinator that I am, it took me a year (and a few more warts) before I can NOW finally say I've booked my appointments. 

Come end of June I *should* have completed the course of treatments and be 99.9% hair free. There is hope that them warts'll get zapped and shrink in the process too. 

Snippets - Planks, Bunheads and a Sick Gut

I haven't been around much lately. So if you've been checking in to see what's up in my corner of Asia, I'm sorry that there hasn't been an update in almost a week.

Aside from a hectic schedule, last Sunday I caught a bug in my gut. It was awful, I've been on soup and porridge all week, and tonight I finally let myself celebrate with fried chicken. I'm not sure if my tummy will reject it later, but I just HAD to have some junk food!

You can read all about intestinal infections here.

Meanwhile I'm finally caught up with all the episodes of 2 Broke Girls and am currently watching Bunheads. And just when I thought the world was safe from 50 Shades, up it pops in episode 6's storyline as the book club's book of the week. And because I'm twisted I just KNEW that's what they were talking about before anyone even mentioned the title.

In other news, the weather's been awful, and I haven't been walking -- I may as well remove the counter on the right! And being down for the count with this achy belly doesn't help. I *have* seen, tho', some of my fellow bloggers writing about the 50 Day (you've-got-to-be-kidding-me) Challenge involving jumping jacks, sit-ups, push-ups and doing the plank.

And that got me researching this plank thing cos I can't for the life of me stay in position for anything longer than 20 seconds. For those of you who find it way too challenging to get up to the "actual" plank position and hold it there for 2 minutes, have a look at this video. It tells you how to progress to the final position stage by stage as your body becomes stronger.

Oh, and the situation with the spank-friendly chemises finally got straightened out. I received a replacement last week. The same style as the first one, but in a different colour. Ah well... it's still pretty.

Snippets - Muffins, A Holey Top, and Cosmo was Right

It's Monday. And I wanted to give BIKSS a treat for agreeing to lug back a new shelving unit for my music room. 

So I made a batch of fruitcake muffins. From the great fruitcake massacre of last week. It was a slight disaster so I salvaged what I could off the burnt sides and chucked them in whisky, added raisins and made these. 

We also had some chocolate cookie muffins from yesterday's batch. (I wanted to use up the bits of chocolate and chocolate cookies I had lying around) and he decided that the little dollop of whip on the top wasn't quite enough. 

So his ended up looking like this:

The man likes his cream. What can I say right?

Now here's a little something I picked up while wandering the mall today, waiting for BIKSS to get off work and pick me up. It cost a little bit more than I would usually spend but hey, it's SO flattering. And BIKSS thinks it's nice too! I just like see-thru, holey things! (That's the exhibitionist in me talking.)

We detoured to pick up the shelves, came back and assembled them. Then I sorted and reorganised my stuff and emptied the old drawer unit for chucking. I fed him some shark-fin melon soup then we stuffed our faces with muffins! 

When all that was done, he shooed me into the room for a yummy hand spanking while I read last year's horoscope to him - the one in which it was predicted that I would meet a bad boy in the middle of March and be smitten! Seems Cosmo was right after all!

Oh, and I couldn't let him leave before I said Hello to Roger now could I?

*Wink*

Coming Out as a Sub

So the 50 Shades book has done some good (imho) and it's heartening to see that people are coming out as subs and sharing how they saved their relationships. 

CLICK HERE to read about Gabrielle Reece's take on being submissive and having an "old-fashioned family dynamic" at home. 

Sadist

*Important Health Advisory - Read this if you value the state of your bum*

LADIES please be aware that if you ask your man to help you with cleaning the a/c filters, and dismantling the fan grills so you can run them under the tap, they will then think it's fair that you allow them to turn your butt into spam. 

Then they will assume you are enjoying it when you wriggle and try rolling from side to side to escape the cane strokes landing in the same place. They'll also think that by "OW" you mean "Please use every implement we own and turn my ass as red as you can."

I think this is because they can't tell the difference between a grimace and a sultry look. Honestly! How can whining and whimpering in pain signal to them that they should flog you with BOTH the floggers you own... up and down your back? And on your thighs... and everywhere else? 

Oh, and if they're fucking you and you are moaning with pleasure at the tongue licks on your ear, apparently that indicates to them that you'd like to have said ear nipped and chewed on - yes, with TEETH! When you say it hurts, that's a cue for them to grab the cane and get swishing with it on your back! The whole back mind you. Not just your bum.

The heavy panting confuses them too. When you're trying to breathe thru the pain and focus on not losing consciousness, they'll imagine you want them to paddle you non-stop. Turning your head from side to side on the other hand, tells them to stop what they're doing, and pick up a smaller spanker (remember the porto-spankos?!) so they can smack more rapidly and land a higher number of blows on a small concentrated area within a shorter span of time, bringing the pain-effort ratio to its most efficient! And then switch among the three you have and ask you which one hurts more. 

Oh but don't be fooled by their concern. When they comment in amusement that everything seems to hurt today... it's a sure sign that they're gonna reach for another implement. Just to prove that they were right in their observation!

And when you're rubbing your bum and complaining about how hot and sore it is, they'll take it as an invitation to use their hand and spank you - HARD! "Just to see if it will raise some ridges..."

If there was any doubt, it's officially obliterated - BIKSS is a sadist. Hrmph.

What Were My Choices Again?

Maybe you should cum for me again? Hm? Yes, that would be nice. 

(I whine and whimper and giggle and wriggle away from his hand on my girly bits.)

If you didn't want to, SHE wouldn't be reacting to my fingers. She wouldn't be bucking and jerking when I do THIS.

(I insist I'm merely 'stretching' and that the series of tiny thrusts in my hips have NOTHING to do with his manipulation of my clit!)

Smack! SMacK! SMACK! 

(A volley of handprint-worthy blows lands on my butt cheeks. I howl. And wriggle some more.)

Well, you should have taken the option of the 2nd cum huh? It would have been the simpler choice. 

(HANG ON A MINUTE - when did he ask the question? When did I get a choice???)

The man is a cheat. Evil. Cheat.

Hey, you didn't say I had a choice! What were my choices again? And it's not fair since you've already spanked me!!

Who said I had to be fair? Huh?

Okay fine, you don't have to be fair. But you really DO need to tell me I have options before going off and spanking me anyway! 

(I harumph unconvincingly. Damn those giggles!)

(Laughing) OK, your options are, cum for me again, or get spanked.

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I lie next to him and smile at what a good ol' time we're having ... and I figure out the perfect answer!

How about I cum a 2nd cum for you, and THEN you spank me.

Now THAT'S a good answer!

Addendum:

(PLEASE NOTE that as Conina mentioned in her comment below, BIKSS and I have a CONSENT-ALWAYS ON relationship, and the general mood here was giggly & light-hearted, so using my response as an indication of how much I enjoyed his ministrations - despite my "protests" - was definitely OK for us and well within our play parameters.

It is wise to remember, tho, that a "positive" physiological response does not AUTOMATICALLY indicate CONSENT. ALWAYS communicate with your partner, and play safe :) ) 

In the Danish Nudist Gym

That's the title of this little clip which had me giggling!

I hope you like it. And if you don't, I hope no one's sensibilities were offended by my posting it here :-)



In the Danish Nudist Gym by waltercelebrity

My Depression and Me - an Update

I would like to say a very big thank you for all the words of comfort and hugs I got on my Between Ponderings post.

I've always had a relationship with depression. And as an adult (and with experience) I've become more aware of when it's threatening to overwhelm me, and I try to do what I have to to cope with the bad feelings and "fix" the problem.

Sometimes there is no easy way to do that. Having a place to write stuff down is helpful, but perhaps more so are the friends who support me when I teeter on the edge of normal life, who keep me from diving into the darkness.

BIKSS is one of these friends.

The sadness claimed me at the end of Monday, to be honest, and I'd been barely holding myself together. But I managed to go through my days, easy enough when I've a ton of things to do. Not so easy when night descends and I'm left with my thoughts and they become so loud it's all I hear.

On Wednesday night after writing that post, I sent an email to BIKSS and poured everything out. We made plans for Friday night prior to this, and I wanted to let him know that I couldn't be sure what state I'd be in. He knew already that I was feeling out of it, and Fiona-berry was kind enough to listen to me rant even tho I know it must have been infuriating trying to help and getting a bunch of negative replies.

I cried myself to sleep that night, but come morning I was feeling a little better... wait, no, more like,  disconnected. I had a bunch of things to do that day... but when BIKSS offered to spend an hour with me I could think of nothing else I wanted more. My schedule seemed to work itself out so that we ended up having more than the hour together. 

I was still a little weepy, but as I was having a shower midway thru' his visit I figured out what I needed. I needed to hear him say he would try - he would figure something out. I couldn't accept the possibility of him abandoning me in a panic. 

His hand rested against my cheek, his thumb wiped away errant tears; and promised that no matter what, he'd find a way for us to still be Us. 

3 Word Meme by BIKSS

Since you had so much fun with my previous post, I got BIKSS to do a set and send me back his answers. Here they are, for your reading pleasure.

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1. Where is your cell phone?  Always near me

2. Boyfriend/girlfriend?  girlfriend, my girl

3. Hair? short, turning white

4. Your mother?  dead, long ago

5. Your father?  dead, last year

6. Your favorite item(s)? don't have any

7. Your dream last night?  don't remember anything

8. Your favorite drink?  gin and seven-up

9. Your dream guy/girl?  Blonde, just kidding...

10. The room you are in?  My TV room

11. Your fear?  My kids unsuccessful

12. What do you want to be in 10 years?  a better job

13. Who did you hang out with last night?  bed, real early

14. What are you not?   structured, boring, conformist

15. What's outside your window?   my neighbour's flat

16. One of your wish list items?    don't have any

17. What time is it?  quarter to 1

18. The last thing you did?  had a drink

19. What are you wearing?  t-shirt and shorts

20. Your favorite book? don't have one

21. The last thing you ate?  fried chicken coleslaw

22. Your life?  has been interesting

23. Your mood?  better without headache

24. Your car?  Gold Toyota Vios

25. What are you doing at this moment?   Duh! Stupid question....

26. Your summer? huh? Got summer...?

27. Travel plans?  Where you going?

28. What is on your TV screen? Ain't watching TV

29. Last time you cried?  not telling anyone

30. School?  thankfully no more

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By the way, I'm feeling better now... will write an update soon!

Stealing a 3-Word Meme

I was looking at blogs and saw this on Hermione's. The idea is to use exactly three words to answer each of the questions, so here goes.

1. Where is your cell phone?  Next to me
2. Boyfriend/girlfriend?  Boyfriend, he's married
3. Hair?  Permed, medium length
4. Your mother?  Refuses to age
5. Your father?  Depressed, given up
6. Your favorite item(s)? All my earrings
7. Your dream last night?  Didn't have one
8. Your favorite drink?  Malibu Fruit Punch
9. Your dream guy/girl?  Already have him
10. The room you are in?  My piano room
11. Your fear?  My parents dying
12. What do you want to be in 10 years?  Less in debt
13. Who did you hang out with last night?  Fiona, via text
14. What are you not?   Conventional, traditional, boring
15. What's outside your window?   Nothing right now
16. One of your wish list items?    A bungalow house
17. What time is it?   Forty past Eleven
18. The last thing you did?  Paid my bills
19. What are you wearing?  Long skirt, tank
20. Your favorite book? Don't do favourites
21. The last thing you ate?  Green Bean Biscuit
22. Your life?  Isn't too bad
23. Your mood?  Could be better
24. Your car?  Don't have one
25. What are you doing at this moment?   Typing out answers
26. Your summer?  It's always summer
27. Travel plans?  Maybe next month
28. What is on your TV screen? My tv's off
29. Last time you cried?  6 hours ago
30. School?  Thrice a week

Do pass it on.. It'll be fun to see your answers too!

1930 Spanking Clip

Thanks to BIKSS who loves doing "research" in the interest of um... well, I don't know in the interest of what, really, here's something he found last week. Enjoy!




I don't speak French. Anyone wanna translate that for me?

Pondering a Year (Part 2)

The sneaky bugger man I call Master is just so full of tricks. He took pictures of the following proceedings so that "you can refer to them when you're writing your blog post later."

Now because those pics are just way too explicit for me to actually SHOW them to you, I'll describe them and put in some other pics that are not of me. 

[Please note that I make no mention of being spanked because the spatula, Christmas paddle and belt were all present throughout the entire time we were playing and it is almost impossible for me to detail their use in the following piece without going on for 2 days...]

Photo 1 - I am bound, spreadeagled and blindfolded, on my bed.

He has pulled down the covers and arranged the pillows so that I'm comfortable. And I lie there in anticipation. He kisses me, touches me, then moves away... (probably to take pictures!) He returns with ice. Cold. Wet. Touching it to my nipples, down my stomach to my folds, letting the melted water mingle with my own juices.

Photo 2 - His finger hovers above my pussy, a trail of my wetness connecting the two.

As he touches me between my legs I feel my pussy clench. I revel in his touch. Light. I

can barely feel any pressure but there is definitely contact. Skin on skin. He leaves and I feel something touch my lips. His finger. It is slick with my juices. He dips his finger into my parted lips. I lick and taste myself. This turns me on incredibly.

Photos 3 and 4 - Top and side view of my pegged nipple. 

Having licked his finger clean he moves away. The next thing I feel is pain on my right nipple. It gets more intense over the next 3 seconds and I realise that he has clipped a clothes peg on my tit. I breathe. Pant. I grow accustomed to the pain. It's not so bad now. But I know what's coming. A repeat on the left. I ready myself but the waiting seems to only make me wetter. Ahhh now it comes. The pain is balanced. I am greedy.

Photos 5 through 8 - Roger in various positions near, above, and in my mouth.

He teases me. Sensing my greed he shifts near to my head. I feel the bed sink a little as he settles to the right of my face. I can feel the heat coming from his body. Then I feel that familiar velvety skin on my face. My mouth opens as if by reflex. Yes. I am greedy for his cock. He hovers just millimeters above my lips. Now I can smell him. I can almost taste him. The first drops of pre-cum have escaped and he lets me feel its trail across my lips. And after too long I am finally allowed to envelope his cock in my mouth. Thick, hard, the skin of his glans so stretched that I can see in my mind's eye how shiny it must be.

Photos 9 through 12 - Cap'n Silver on my tit, clit and in my pussy.

I hear the distinct whir of my trusty vibe. He places it on my breast, my belly, runs it over my body. Moves it to pulse on my clit. I am pushing against it. He learns that my left tit is more responsive to its vibrations. He learns that holding it against me with my folds spread and pinched together make me move in different ways. He learns that by inserting it in my pussy he could keep me horny and wet indefinitely. He learns fast. 

Photos 13 and 14 - Roger in my mouth - top view.

The pegs have come off now. I wait for him to rub away the pain. But he doesn't. He waits. He watches. When I have settled he climbs on top of me, straddling my chest. He fucks my face as he holds my head down against the pillows by the hair at my crown. "Are you my fuckhole? Is this my mouth to fuck? Are you a good little slut for me?" I answer him. I make the words form around the massive cock that's plunging into the back of my throat. Yes, I'm your slut, Yes, I'm your fuckhole, Yes, fuck my mouth please Master.

There are no more pictures after this. After this he releases my left foot, then lifts and bends my leg so that he can lift it over his shoulder as he fucks my pussy. His pussy. He pushes my blindfold up and off my face and tells me to open my eyes. I try to, but I'm blinking from the sudden brightness. Now my other foot is set free from its bonds. I am completely open to him. And as my eyes become acclimatised to the surrounding light, I look up in time to see him reach his climax. 

We cuddle and he holds me close to him. I am happy and I am safe. 

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He wrapped it himself and everything!
It was nicely done too!

I mentioned I might like some perfume as I was running out. 

Nothing too expensive, but something he would like too. 

One day, he caught a whiff of something at the store, he said.

 As he went to see what it was, he recognised it as the one I wear. 

He figured if he liked it then, and he likes it now, that's the one I'm getting.

After I opened my present and kissed him about a hundred and seventy three times, we got to cleaning out the toy drawer. Re-organising was underway when the doorbell rang and the postman brought another parcel - 

This was meant to be in the original gift package but they had sent the wrong item - the bit came instead of this. And my lovely, lovely friend just couldn't leave it be, so she somehow managed to get them to send this quick enough that it arrived on the day itself. We opened it up and tried it on immediately. Oh that felt good!

Well, first things first. The toy drawer was half-done, and we had to think about dinner. "We could have fried chicken you know.." BIKSS said. Our favourite fried chicken chain now delivers! Of course I agreed and he set about deciding what to order. By the time he had placed the call and settled our dinner plan, he was just in time to shift one Yellow vibe to the side and slip in our bungee cords. Typical.

Hmmm Now what? Oh I know. How about a blowjob? That's always a nice way to pass the time eh? There was lube, there were hands, there was a finger up his ass, and there was a phenomenal cum! A job well done for everyone, I must say.

Then there was dinner - I was feeling reckless so I decided we would eat in bed! Fiona described it as being efficient - that way we could get some energy, not have to move and be ready for round 2, or 3 or 4! Lol. I liked the feel of the restraints so I put them on as we lay and cuddled. That didn't last long for soon enough he was indeed quite ready for round... um, 3 was it?

I think BIKSS found the restraints to be most convenient. Grabbing it in the middle of its length, he wound it once around his fist and voila! My hands were brought in close together, and held immobile above my head as he had his way with me...

Between Ponderings

I'm hijacking my own blog to ramble. 

I'm so in love with BIKSS I'm scared. 

I'm scared that one day all the shit is gonna hit the fan. And because he's the kind of man he is, as long as it's an option, that I'll be let go, cast away, cut off. If it means saving the family. As long as that's on the table.

Can I talk to him about this? Yes. And I have. There can be no answer to my fear. Approaching this again would do me no good. Do him no good. 

I want to know that I will always have him. That he will never NOT be. He cannot promise that. I know this. So I'm  feeling stuck again. I know. We just crossed the one year mark. Maybe that's why. I'm reminded at these junctures that WE don't have a guarantee. 

Sure, you say, no relationship is a guarantee. 

And I hear you. 

But ours is subject to more than its fair share of outside forces. You snigger. Well, *I* am the outside force aren't I?

I can only hope it doesn't come to that. That's as much of a reply as I've gotten out of him. 

It's an honest one. And I am grateful for it. 

Sometimes tho, I wish he could just tell me what I need to hear. Even if it's a lie. For if it IS a lie, and events come to pass that prove it thus, it won't matter then, for he'll be lost to me anyway. 

I write this 2 hours before the next post is scheduled. I don't know if I want anyone to read this.  If I want BIKSS to read this. I hope he will, but I don't want to burden him. 

He carries guilt and responsibility too much for one man as it is. 

I don't maintain that I am responsible for that. He had his eyes wide open when he embarked on this journey. 

As did I. What I didn't count on, was my heart following suit.

Pondering a Year (Part 1)

If you think this is going to be one of those "what have I learnt in the last year" kind of posts, you'd not be far off. 

If you think you're gonna hear what we did on our anniversary, you'd be correct too. 

If you think this is a summary of how far we've come since we first tiptoed into the world of D/s, you'd be spot on. 

There. Looks like I don't have to write this post after all :-)

Ta Da !

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NO? I still have to write it? Ah well, it was worth a try!

So here goes. 

Remember the massage I said I bought BIKSS for his birthday? The couple's massage? Well there was a problem with booking the appointment and in the end we cancelled it, with a refund of course. 

That kinda put a kink (the OTHER kind) in our Anniversary plans. So BIKSS suggested we drive across the border for a half day trip, to get a massage over where the exchange rate was in our favour, and hunt down some Wanton Mee for lunch. Then we could come back in the afternoon and still have lots of time to play and cuddle. 

When we got to the massage place there was yet another hiccup. They assigned me a masseur instead of a masseuse. He hardly spoke any English, being Thai, and after some back-and-forthing and disappearing and re-appearing, I got a little impatient. I kept saying I wanted a woman, he kept saying "I can massage for you?" and when he showed up the third time I raised my voice, and texted BIKSS about what was going on. Yes, as it turns out, we weren't sharing a room. But then, we hadn't booked for a couple thing so I guess that's not something we could have fussed about. 

What WAS unexpected was that BIKSS showed up at my room about 2 mins later, calling my name. By this time a lady had come in to take over (finally!), and so when he interrupted his own session to come to my rescue, I was already lying on the massage bed. Once he saw that I was sorted, he went back to his own room. I was touched, and I knew there and then that no matter what, he would always come for me. That was a very comforting, satisfying thought to accompany me for the next hour while I got my muscles kneaded. I can't say I enjoyed it totally tho, cos I was paranoid and every time she left the room and came back in (once to go to the loo, another time to go get a warm towel) I looked up to make sure that it was still the same person and the other fella didn't come back in to take over.

When that was done, we left to get lunch, but could find no wanton mee anywhere. So we gave up the search (cos we'd already had some for breakfast before heading out!!) and sent the car in for a bubble wash. Or foam wash. Or whatever they call it. 

Oops, sneaky me. Yes, we already had some for breakfast!

We went to a nearby mall while we waited for the car, where we came across a sign pointing towards a food alley, and one of the dishes on its menu was, you guessed it, wanton mee! Of course we had to have some. Look at us, decadence personified - having the same dish for breakfast AND lunch! 

This one was yummier than the breakfast one.

We decided to head home after that. On the drive back we talked about something I thought I needed help with. You see, the day before the trip I was fussing because I didn't have much spending money left and I would get paid only on Tuesday. And I didn't want to dip into my Emergency / House fund, if I could help it. (It's not easy to get to that cash anyway, cos there isn't an ATM near me for the bank where I stash that fund. For good reason.)  The thing is, we needed to exchange some foreign currency and it's not like I could have just taken 40 bucks along with me. It's always prudent to have extra cash, especially in a foreign country, and even tho we wouldn't have needed that much, I thought I should have at least a hundred with me. Besides, the massage was supposed to be my gift to him!

So after thinking for a bit, and after MUCH hmm-ing and haw-ing, I finally asked BIKSS if he had enough for both of us, so that I didn't have to dig into my other account, and told him I'd return the money on Tuesday when I got paid. Yes, ok, no biggie right? But that's the thing. The way I was feeling, you'd have thought I was asking him for a kidney!

He said it was no problem. I realised it shouldn't have affected me THAT much. So I told him that I'd like some help with this as it bothered me quite a bit that I had that much difficulty asking him to front me the money. 

Anyway, by the time we got home we'd pretty much sorted that (and me) out. Looking at it now, I'm amazed at my behaviour. A year ago if anyone had told me that I'd be able to trust someone so deeply that I'd open myself up to such vulnerability I'd have laughed my head off. 

Look at me now.

I think that must be the biggest lesson I've learnt this year - acknowledging the things that I need help with, and allowing myself to trust BIKSS enough to ask for it. But then, he makes it easy! 

(...Stay tuned for part II)

Anniversary Gift

To my lovely blogfriend who sent us these (and that monster double plug) as an anniversary gift, I would like to say THANK YOU!

(Some of you will be shocked to learn that this will be our first gag/bit, blindfold and wax-play-able candle!)

We really HAVE just been improvising with the stuff we have around the house :-)

As this post was written in advance and scheduled, you will probably be seeing it AFTER we've had our Anniversary Date. 

But don't worry, I'm sure you'll read about it in an upcoming post!

The Official Dish for Subs

I'm thinking I should have a little fun with food today. Well, this one particular local dish anyway.

When I was a little girl I would grin from ear to ear whenever mum said we were going out to the hawker centre for meals. This is what a hawker or food centre looks like:

NOT a traditional food centre - this one is a modern version

It's like a food court, only NOT in a mall. Usually it's found occupying the same premises as wet markets in our neighbourhoods, and is home to many stalls offering various local cuisine. 

The reason I would always get excited is because there is a particular noodle dish that I enjoy and it's just NOT the same when mum makes it at home. Plus, it's kinda bothersome to do as it involves wrapping and cooking dumplings. Tedious work.

The dumplings are similar to the Gyozas you find in Japanese restaurants, only these ones hail from Chinese origins. 

Get this - they're called Wanton (pronounced Wan Tan) and can be boiled or fried.

Boiled wanton with noodles and barbequed pork aka Char Siew

Fried wanton, eaten as a snack, or with noodles

OK it gets better. The word for noodles in Hokkien, a Chinese dialect that is quite common in where-I-live is Mee. Put it together and you have Wanton Mee.

Now etymologically this is interesting because the first half of the dish is named in Cantonese (also a rather common Chinese dialect here, more often associated with Hongkong-ers tho) while the second half is a Hokkien word. 

However, as a sub, I don't really care too much about the history of its name because it really does a darn good job of describing what I am: Wanton Me.