Interesting name for a bike that’s so indiscreet. I wish he’ll lose the colour though. I usually like green but it just looks awful on automobiles & bikes.
I heard there is a sale at Mah Motors for those who are interested. Especially if you’re a hardcore Triumph fan like me Daddy.
We went back to the old hometown last weekend. Every trip back has always been an exhilarating one and this one is no different. Catching up with my folks over overflowing tables of food, I noticed that while some things are not the same anymore, there are others that have thankfully remained the same.
My favourite aunty for instance, has despite her age continued to deliver her mind blowing array of gastronomic delights. Every dish is painstakingly handmade herself, with every gram of food passing the most stringent of inspections. If there is a Malaccan version of Nigella, it has got to be her. Only better.
My run down kampong is still as run down. We ate half of our dinner in the dark and without ventilation, because the electricity had tripped. The staff in the restaurant were totally deadpan about it as well. I can only guess that we were considered lucky because at least we had lights and fans during the first half of dinner. Things like that would have put me off before but as I look back, it’s all but part of the charm of village life. It’s these uncertainties that made us thankful for the times when we had running water and food on the table.
As I watched my cousins’ kids playing with their own cousins, it dawned upon me that not so long ago (or at least it seems), that was me and my cousins. Every chance to get together was one precious opportunity for frolicking in the outdoors, with no recollection of responsibilities nor restrictions. I remember that holiday when we “harvested” vegetables, “cooked” them in a makeshift hawker cart, and forcing the rest to “buy” our culinary breakthrough. Good thing I was not evil enough then to force them to eat it as well.
I might now. :)
Thankfully I did not poison them then. How else could I witness such cute things that they fathered.
My brother loves to hold kids hostage.
Speaking of kids, they love us.
See, what did I tell you about kids loving us…
Aunty’s organic garden. Yum!
Bad Pitt and his retro but trusty C70.
Badgelina spotted in the kampong.
Once upon a time, men keep dogs so the dogs can work for men. Men can sleep in peace knowing that their dogs will keep them safe.
Evidently not anymore. My soul feels disturbed and unbalanced as I see this whilst I drag my weary body to work this morning.
Question: How many persons does it take to make a Chinese Wedding
Answer: Too many!
On Sunday morning I rose at the ungodly hour of 6.00am to render myself useful (at least I tried) to my family as we officially welcome another member of the family. I can’t believe it, that my baby brother is getting married. I can’t believe it! I can’t believe anyone would want a dude like that.
Ok I’m kidding. My baby brother’s cool.
Except when I still stayed together with the family and had bloody battles with him for the phone all the time. Those were the Dark Ages of pagers. No luxuries like handphones or internet.
Anyway continuing from the last episode of The Chinese Wedding, we fast forward to the actual day of the wedding. I.e The Mayhem.
These days a wedding cake simply doesn’t, pardon the pun, cut it. You need an avalanche of incredibly cute cupcakes to start a wedding dinner on a (very) sweet note. Quite brilliant as I often complained of not getting a piece of the wedding cake.
More on me baby brother’s wedding later. Am still recuperating from all the feasting.
with the cool ones at work. I think there was enough food to feed an entire refuge camp.
It was demanded that I must bring the house special, Oreo cheesecake.
Not that I’m complaining. Nothing feels like it when someone requests for a certain dish from you. It makes all the cleaning & washing worthwhile.
Ok not really but you get what I mean.
Happy new year everyone! May 2010 be filled with laughter, health and contentment!
at work…and that’s one sporting Sheikh!
Baby nephew’s in town and that’s very bad.
He totally sent my hormones surging. I wanted to kidnap him so I can rub his Michelin legs and smell his cottony hair all day long.
Babies have the formidable power to make you do crazy things. They are evil like that.
Read the rest of this entry »
Am at the airport sending A-gal off to Rio, Brazil.
Yeah what’s up with that ugly carryall A?
For those of us mere mortals who possess the insufferable fate of not being able to go overseas for a proper Christmas break, here’s a few tips to keep you from sinking way deep into the hellholes of misery:
1. Start hating all your friends whom are going/have gone for their holidays. Go on, don’t hold it inside. It’s gratifying.
2. Forget point 1.
It’s the favourite gastronomical season of many. I love the warm woodiness of gingerbread spices and molasses. It’s a pity gingerbread is often revisited only during the year end holidays. Maybe I should get Mr Brer Rabbit out more often and not just once a year.
This, I promise you is a quick, easy and painfree Gingerbread cupcake recipe. The ingredient list may look long but that’s it. Throwing everything together is not difficult and the end product is definitely worth it if u live for gingerbread. Colleagues loved it so much they are asking if I take orders. If only I have kitchen elves helping me with the washing, then I won’t mind! Any volunteers?
I hail from a little red dot on the South China Sea call Singapore (don’t bother taking out your world map, you probably wouldn’t find it anyway). Am an extroverted introvert and notorious for nothing and everything. I often suffer from logorrhea so please do not take what I say too seriously. In fact do not take what I say seriously at all. Life is too much of serious as it is.
This blog is about the little splices of my life with the D-man, our furries, family and crazy friends. I hope you’ll drop by often to say hi, because this website is blessed with magical powers that gives you 48 hours of good luck everytime you visit.
Ok not really but I’ll like to see you sometime anyway.
Love,
C-gal