i need a holiday.
one where i'm away from familiar faces. one where i can spend the day just nuaing over coffee to rest from walking the streets for photo ops. now that i've got my Sony 550, i can go mad.
maybe i'll meet a stranger who'd sweep me off my feet and give me a whirlwind holiday for that period i'm away. a stranger who makes it so easy for me to fall in love with and, just as easily, walk away from.
i wld love to venture back to melbs again. my home away from home. but it's expensive. plus, i have to save up for crazy travelling next year. Florida beckons. Esp when mommy's super keen on flying business class. plus there's Melbs and Sydney (memo to self: cfm with jl again)
i'm just tired.
tired of being expected to meet close to impossible expectations which would be easily possible if the cloning technology was available to me. tired of lowering my own expectations of people. tired of being ignored by people whom i'm awaiting responses/actions from. tired of people who expect me to live my life as though they are my King/Queen.
just tired.
something just screams to me that working late and surviving on 5 hours of sleep will kill me eventually. that's assuming that politics in office haven't taken me down with the mutiple stab wounds on the back.
i miss the simpler days. where people aren't two-faced. where people mean what they say. where people keep their promises. and where apologies are sincere. i want to be a kid again. 'cos at least i'm ignorant of all this shit to even realize that it's happening around me.
i never meant for this to be a long post but geez, there's only so much a girl can take. you tell me that i am crazily positive and with an incredible attitude. you tell me that i'm carefree. you make me out to be such a bundle of sunshine. then you take me down by telling me that you think i'm useless and close to be hopeless.
even the sun burns out
even angels fall
and in the middle of all this, i hear malicious gossip that i'm not on good terms with people and i'm cocky. seriously? the last time that happened, it was in.. oh wait... UNI. and everytime, it happens because of people who i either do not know well or do not know AT ALL.
i've been called names by these people... proud.. rude.. selective with people i hang out (i.e. my monday night bus buddies who happen to be some of the popular jocks 'cos hey, that's the time SPORTS CCAS ALL END.).. arrogant.. a bitch.. even names that suggest i don't have any female friends and only guy friends.. now there's cocky to add to the list.
whatever for? just because i'm confident? if it is, i admit, i don't know where i get my confidence from except from God. i don't know for what reasons i can attribute my confidence to. all i know is that if i don't believe in myself, it's people like you who'll take me down. and i refuse to let you interfere with my life and wreck it for me.
Never. i've been through too much shit to let you win at any point of my life.
i'm not proud of the names or characteristics that have been attributed to me. the ego in me takes pride in the fact that you let me affect your life so badly that you see the need to take me down. and if you think i'd reciprocate, please... that's beneath me. i have no reason to take anyone down.
plus i don't believe anyone else other than God has the power to destroy my life. and i don't give a shit about why you think you need to mess up my life. i don't care for the reasons you give yourself to screw up my life. i care for your lack of self confidence. perhaps that's why i'm arrogant and cocky..
my friends expect me to retaliate. close friends know i can tear someone down in a rather merciless and cryptically humorous manner. i know what i'm capable of. heck, i've got my connections. but i won't. i have no reason. but i worry that you're killing yourself slowly by letting me be your insecurity. seriously, i am no one that important and powerful enough to affect your life. i'm not God.
sigh. what a rant.
i want to return to those days where i can care for a person and know that they'd just accept it, rather than think i've got other ulterior motives. my only motive for caring? because of God. i have no other reason to do good to you other than the fact that God commands me to. and i obey. 'cos He's God.
***
i'm still praying. i'm still holding on to You. i promise i never left Your side. i've been disobedient. a wild precocious little girl. Your willful little child. i'm not coming back. i can't. simply because i never left. just give me time to sort this out now. i'm sorry, You.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
incredibly grateful for a day that didn't start out well. ah nuts, i didn't expect the morning to be good anyway. but oh gosh. the rest of the day?
amazing. simply amazing.
caught up with friends, old and new. coffee.. tea... cakes.. gelato.. prata.. it was just.. amazing.
thank you for the smses.. the fb msgs..
the many many hugs..
thank you. :)
amazing. simply amazing.
caught up with friends, old and new. coffee.. tea... cakes.. gelato.. prata.. it was just.. amazing.
thank you for the smses.. the fb msgs..
the many many hugs..
thank you. :)
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Are there are times when your accounting company drives you mad? like how they insist that every sheet of paper that you print needs to be tracked and credited to the 'sacrificial lamb/pigeon'? and more often then not, you find that you become that sacrificial lamb or pigeon. and your blood (aka salary) is depleting faster than expected.
fear not, i thought of three ways of getting out of the hot pot and being turned into kambeng or bamboo pigeon stew.
Credit it to the source
firstly, who's the source? let's say the person printing it is the source. highly likely that it's you. but you protest, "i'm printing 'cos my manager wants to review it!"
the manager then insists that he/she reviews it 'cos the big boss wants them to review it first. so it's the big boss.
but the big boss will insist that he's reviewing it to give the clients assurance.
but you can't overcharge the client! what about recovery of the job? GG-fied. it's a never ending cycle of who's to be blamed, usually you. Hence, i propose hanging the big bosses' staff passes at the printers though. staff welfare at its best, really.
no? moving on...
Don't Print
really. don't. think of the ink costs. the toners. heck, we save space by not having a printer. and the environement too! let everything be in soft copy. or bleeping hand-written. can't read? refer to soft copy.
even better, our clients wld be most impressed at our sincerity that every friggin' work presented to them is hand-written, including the hardcopy presentation slides for their reference. no more printed P&P. we'll send you the entire thing in soft copy. plus a pretty cover page from our image library. we'll even throw in free consultation as to the weight of the paper that they shld print on. 100 gsm will suffice. perhaps 180gsm for cover page.
ok, perhaps being anal here. final goods can be printed. it will be charged to the client rightfully. but all the work in the middle for reviewing? soft copy or hand-written: managers need to state their preferences.
Quit
nab the bugger in the bud. go for the reason you're in this scrap, i.e. the structure of company. solves everything right? but you say, "if i quit, where do i go? i've gotten all this knowledge! i need to share it with the world! i love what i'm doing!" (oh you poor deluded little creature..)
then join my firm. pure partnership. it's not open to just anyone. no, you have to pass the interview.. meet the requirements.. one of which is how you say the company's name with your own personal style and flair. try it. say it.
"Lim Pei Mai Gong! Ku Ku Partners."
(loosely translated to "your father don't want to say! siao partners")
now if you have succeeded in saying that with your long-nailed pinky stuck out defiantly and without laughing, send me your resume. danchiu.
fear not, i thought of three ways of getting out of the hot pot and being turned into kambeng or bamboo pigeon stew.
Credit it to the source
firstly, who's the source? let's say the person printing it is the source. highly likely that it's you. but you protest, "i'm printing 'cos my manager wants to review it!"
the manager then insists that he/she reviews it 'cos the big boss wants them to review it first. so it's the big boss.
but the big boss will insist that he's reviewing it to give the clients assurance.
but you can't overcharge the client! what about recovery of the job? GG-fied. it's a never ending cycle of who's to be blamed, usually you. Hence, i propose hanging the big bosses' staff passes at the printers though. staff welfare at its best, really.
no? moving on...
Don't Print
really. don't. think of the ink costs. the toners. heck, we save space by not having a printer. and the environement too! let everything be in soft copy. or bleeping hand-written. can't read? refer to soft copy.
even better, our clients wld be most impressed at our sincerity that every friggin' work presented to them is hand-written, including the hardcopy presentation slides for their reference. no more printed P&P. we'll send you the entire thing in soft copy. plus a pretty cover page from our image library. we'll even throw in free consultation as to the weight of the paper that they shld print on. 100 gsm will suffice. perhaps 180gsm for cover page.
ok, perhaps being anal here. final goods can be printed. it will be charged to the client rightfully. but all the work in the middle for reviewing? soft copy or hand-written: managers need to state their preferences.
Quit
nab the bugger in the bud. go for the reason you're in this scrap, i.e. the structure of company. solves everything right? but you say, "if i quit, where do i go? i've gotten all this knowledge! i need to share it with the world! i love what i'm doing!" (oh you poor deluded little creature..)
then join my firm. pure partnership. it's not open to just anyone. no, you have to pass the interview.. meet the requirements.. one of which is how you say the company's name with your own personal style and flair. try it. say it.
"Lim Pei Mai Gong! Ku Ku Partners."
(loosely translated to "your father don't want to say! siao partners")
now if you have succeeded in saying that with your long-nailed pinky stuck out defiantly and without laughing, send me your resume. danchiu.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Written in the stars - Elton John and LeAnn Rimes (click on title to jump to song)
I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well
Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned
Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day
I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well
Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned
Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
the usual suspects in the playlist... click on the title to jump to the song.
Lover You Should've Come Over
we'll never have another jeff buckley, will we? i'll always miss that vulnerability in his soft rock voice. that underlying sadness in each of his songs. while everyone is still in love with "Hallelujah", this ons is always mine.
Does Anyone Hear Her
how many people actually know this band? thankfully my music junkie friends have amazing taste in music. a friend sent this song to me. revisited, it is an amazing piece by casting crowns.
She is searching for a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart
she sounds so unlike herself here. a little more gritty. a little more of the alicia keys in "New York". tbh, i think i prefer her like this. i do think she's been an amazing artiste all this while. i just prefer her now. this song was on repeat the whole of monday. i can't believe i'm not sick of it yet.
The Show Must Go On
Freddie, oh, Freddie. you left us too early without your talents and voice and mesmerising stage presence. the dark irony of the song is that you're still such a icon in today's entertainment world.
Wonderful
my all-time fave female entertainer today. without a doubt. influenced by freddie too. her dance hits are catchy. her sad ones are nearly dark. in the midst of mindless dance music and pop-trash, she trumps with a beautiful piece like this. and this being from the Disco Heaven album, i'm naturally thinking of him.
By the time
one of the more amazing male entertainers of today too. he's quirky and eccentric. his lyrics are endearingly childlike and cynical. my nod to him from his latest album "the boy who knew too much". not my fave song, but one of the top ones that i do like.
Could It Be Any Harder
hot singer. sexy-ass voice. points would have normally been deducted for the massive emo-ness in the song but hey, Alex Band makes all emo songs dead sexy.
massive ear worms that i'm more than happy to leave to linger.
**
on a side note, both Hilton Melbourne South Wharf and Hilton on the Park Melbourne are hiring front office staff. tempted. really. sigh.
and just before a holiday descends on me, i'm thinking of where else to travel to. sure, i hate the flying. but the getting-away-from-it-all pleases me to bits. i'll take the pain-in-the-ass for the amazing time away from familarity.
Lover You Should've Come Over
we'll never have another jeff buckley, will we? i'll always miss that vulnerability in his soft rock voice. that underlying sadness in each of his songs. while everyone is still in love with "Hallelujah", this ons is always mine.
Does Anyone Hear Her
how many people actually know this band? thankfully my music junkie friends have amazing taste in music. a friend sent this song to me. revisited, it is an amazing piece by casting crowns.
She is searching for a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart
she sounds so unlike herself here. a little more gritty. a little more of the alicia keys in "New York". tbh, i think i prefer her like this. i do think she's been an amazing artiste all this while. i just prefer her now. this song was on repeat the whole of monday. i can't believe i'm not sick of it yet.
The Show Must Go On
Freddie, oh, Freddie. you left us too early without your talents and voice and mesmerising stage presence. the dark irony of the song is that you're still such a icon in today's entertainment world.
Wonderful
my all-time fave female entertainer today. without a doubt. influenced by freddie too. her dance hits are catchy. her sad ones are nearly dark. in the midst of mindless dance music and pop-trash, she trumps with a beautiful piece like this. and this being from the Disco Heaven album, i'm naturally thinking of him.
By the time
one of the more amazing male entertainers of today too. he's quirky and eccentric. his lyrics are endearingly childlike and cynical. my nod to him from his latest album "the boy who knew too much". not my fave song, but one of the top ones that i do like.
Could It Be Any Harder
hot singer. sexy-ass voice. points would have normally been deducted for the massive emo-ness in the song but hey, Alex Band makes all emo songs dead sexy.
massive ear worms that i'm more than happy to leave to linger.
**
on a side note, both Hilton Melbourne South Wharf and Hilton on the Park Melbourne are hiring front office staff. tempted. really. sigh.
and just before a holiday descends on me, i'm thinking of where else to travel to. sure, i hate the flying. but the getting-away-from-it-all pleases me to bits. i'll take the pain-in-the-ass for the amazing time away from familarity.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
i really do have amazing friends.
that even when i'm pissy from a gastric attack, they bear with my nonsense. they tolerate my mood swings. they even try to entertain me and make me laugh. and while i'm looking tired and waiting for the food to settle and quell the gnawing pain, they'll still check on me and try to distract me from the pain.
as i stare down the production line after dinner, i'm astounded. who knew i'd be blessed with such amazing work friends? and yar, i need to stop being such a bitch every time gastric hits.
on an entirely random side note. i think i'm falling sick. along with most of the production line. yippers.
that even when i'm pissy from a gastric attack, they bear with my nonsense. they tolerate my mood swings. they even try to entertain me and make me laugh. and while i'm looking tired and waiting for the food to settle and quell the gnawing pain, they'll still check on me and try to distract me from the pain.
as i stare down the production line after dinner, i'm astounded. who knew i'd be blessed with such amazing work friends? and yar, i need to stop being such a bitch every time gastric hits.
on an entirely random side note. i think i'm falling sick. along with most of the production line. yippers.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
you know something's wrong when you have your friends/sisters telling you that they are bumping into your other friends and all your other friends have to say about you is..
"yar!!! i haven't seen her in ages!!"
or the first thing your friends say during a phone conversation is
"where have you been????"
reminds me of my 2 mth hiatus from the pianobar. it's sweet when Jevon shines the flashlight in your face annoyingly as he interrogates on where you've disappeared. even sweeter when Jamie is nodding in agreement and asks to visit the rock you've been hiding under. of course i miss my boys.
back to the topic. i'm sorry. i haven't been as diligent in meeting up. feels like i'm crawling back under my rock to hide. give me 'til mid May. and i'll have all the time in the world for you guys. for about 2 week, i think.
better than nothing right?
time to take a queue number, people. or start initiating conversations on msn. i don't pay that much attention to msn 'cos of silly friends who insist on "appearing offline" and hoping that i'd msg them to see if they are there.. boo to you too.
****
side note: ODed song of the mo'. don't ask me why so sappy. i also want to know. helps that he's cute...
这世界太快
连爱都不例外
尽管我很努力想要跟上你的节拍
我慢慢明白
以为的细心等待
却根本不符合这个时代
怪自己慢了半拍
to my defence, i'm not that sloooow anymore. it's been nearly 3 years since i graduated. give me a little more credit.
ok ok. back to work. urgh.
"yar!!! i haven't seen her in ages!!"
or the first thing your friends say during a phone conversation is
"where have you been????"
reminds me of my 2 mth hiatus from the pianobar. it's sweet when Jevon shines the flashlight in your face annoyingly as he interrogates on where you've disappeared. even sweeter when Jamie is nodding in agreement and asks to visit the rock you've been hiding under. of course i miss my boys.
back to the topic. i'm sorry. i haven't been as diligent in meeting up. feels like i'm crawling back under my rock to hide. give me 'til mid May. and i'll have all the time in the world for you guys. for about 2 week, i think.
better than nothing right?
time to take a queue number, people. or start initiating conversations on msn. i don't pay that much attention to msn 'cos of silly friends who insist on "appearing offline" and hoping that i'd msg them to see if they are there.. boo to you too.
****
side note: ODed song of the mo'. don't ask me why so sappy. i also want to know. helps that he's cute...
这世界太快
连爱都不例外
尽管我很努力想要跟上你的节拍
我慢慢明白
以为的细心等待
却根本不符合这个时代
怪自己慢了半拍
to my defence, i'm not that sloooow anymore. it's been nearly 3 years since i graduated. give me a little more credit.
ok ok. back to work. urgh.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
the lunar new year descended upon us silently, more so with each year we get older. yet, the memories get more precious and funnier too. the chwee kueh versus muah chee as written in the previous post was just the tip of the iceberg.
#1 antiseptic vs blister balm
before we left the house for the day, the younger sister complained to the older sister abt scratches from the kittens while trying to get the blister balm. the older sister passed the not-so-little one antiseptic lotion. so she started applying the lotion to her ankles, still complaining abt the kittens. we stared at her.
"why are you applying the lotion to your ankles?" the older sister asked.
"to prevent the blisters????" the younger one replies. there shld never be more than 1 conversation topic ongoing in the morning. seriously.
#2 reason why cny visits are getting shorter
we sat around the sofa watching some of them rock out to band hero. the older sister turns to douglas and asks him how his visiting has been. he laments that the houses are fewer, so the money is lesser than previous years. then he sighs.
"We have less places to go now 'cos everyone is dying."
we had to make sure we weren't laughing too hard. douglas ftw.
#3 introducing the new bra padding of the year
we decided to make use of the dvd player in the car this year. but everyone was so dead tired, even me. i missed snippets of the movie playing. anyway, the older sister was the one who brought the dvd along and set it up. she dozed off shortly after that. when she awoke, i noted a plastic bag (it was holding the dvd) stuffed into her dress. i poked her.
"you're really not that flat as compared to me, you know.. and even if you were stuffing the chest, shldn't it be at the bustline and not in between the bust?"
#4 not understanding the concept of pencil line skirts
the new dress i bought isn't very good for climbing stairs and taking brisk wide steps. i sighed as i struggled to walk normally. the older sister watched the whole thing. walking from the void deck to the car after our final house of the morning, she suddenly screamed:
"last one to the car treats dinner!!!"
everyone burst into a sprint. the stupid father brisk-walked, knowing full well that he would beat me. i sighed and continued to the car OTOT. if i was treating dinner, they wld have to wait for me anyway.
#5 bfs are not waiters
the dinner treat was converted to an afternoon trip to cafe iguana. so the bfs of the sisters decide to come down and join us. it was the first time one of the bfs joined us. when he arrived, the younger sister, younger bro, father and other bf were at the pool table.
out of politeness, the later bf went up to wish the father a happy lunar new year. the father later confessed that he thought that the bf was a waiter and he was wondering why he was so nice to wish him a happy lunar new year.
******
what a year.. really what a year.
#1 antiseptic vs blister balm
before we left the house for the day, the younger sister complained to the older sister abt scratches from the kittens while trying to get the blister balm. the older sister passed the not-so-little one antiseptic lotion. so she started applying the lotion to her ankles, still complaining abt the kittens. we stared at her.
"why are you applying the lotion to your ankles?" the older sister asked.
"to prevent the blisters????" the younger one replies. there shld never be more than 1 conversation topic ongoing in the morning. seriously.
#2 reason why cny visits are getting shorter
we sat around the sofa watching some of them rock out to band hero. the older sister turns to douglas and asks him how his visiting has been. he laments that the houses are fewer, so the money is lesser than previous years. then he sighs.
"We have less places to go now 'cos everyone is dying."
we had to make sure we weren't laughing too hard. douglas ftw.
#3 introducing the new bra padding of the year
we decided to make use of the dvd player in the car this year. but everyone was so dead tired, even me. i missed snippets of the movie playing. anyway, the older sister was the one who brought the dvd along and set it up. she dozed off shortly after that. when she awoke, i noted a plastic bag (it was holding the dvd) stuffed into her dress. i poked her.
"you're really not that flat as compared to me, you know.. and even if you were stuffing the chest, shldn't it be at the bustline and not in between the bust?"
#4 not understanding the concept of pencil line skirts
the new dress i bought isn't very good for climbing stairs and taking brisk wide steps. i sighed as i struggled to walk normally. the older sister watched the whole thing. walking from the void deck to the car after our final house of the morning, she suddenly screamed:
"last one to the car treats dinner!!!"
everyone burst into a sprint. the stupid father brisk-walked, knowing full well that he would beat me. i sighed and continued to the car OTOT. if i was treating dinner, they wld have to wait for me anyway.
#5 bfs are not waiters
the dinner treat was converted to an afternoon trip to cafe iguana. so the bfs of the sisters decide to come down and join us. it was the first time one of the bfs joined us. when he arrived, the younger sister, younger bro, father and other bf were at the pool table.
out of politeness, the later bf went up to wish the father a happy lunar new year. the father later confessed that he thought that the bf was a waiter and he was wondering why he was so nice to wish him a happy lunar new year.
******
what a year.. really what a year.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
CS Lewis on Love
(edited at 10.27 pm)
Came across this in Timothy Keller's "The Reason For God". thought it was really nice.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possible broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your hearts to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will be unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.
- C.S Lewis
There's really no wonder why Lewis is really one of my fave authors of all time. :)
*******
My younger brother has won the idiot of the year award. in our attempt to make muah chee, we sent him out to buy the ingredients. he bought 2 packs of flour. ingenious, you'd think, since it meant that we would have more muah chee...
what then happened was that we ended up with 3 massive chwee kueh. in my mother's frustration, we returned to the internet to look for other recipes. i popped into the kitchen, determined to make right. then i noticed...
the dumbass bought rice flour instead of glutinous rice flour as instructed.
the mother and i headed out to buy glutinous rice flour. through the entire car ride, mommy cldn't stop scolding the boy in a smatter of hokkien and teochew. she was just shy of calling him a s.k.n.
as i'm typing this, the boy is kneeling down in front of the microwave oven, at the command of the mother, to make sure that this batch is perfect.
*******
to Mr Lee Alexander McQueen, thank you for all your beautiful quirky designs. for the lovely shoes. for the gorgeous bags. for being such a joy to the fashion world.
Rest in peace, sir. you are missed.
Came across this in Timothy Keller's "The Reason For God". thought it was really nice.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possible broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your hearts to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will be unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.
- C.S Lewis
There's really no wonder why Lewis is really one of my fave authors of all time. :)
*******
My younger brother has won the idiot of the year award. in our attempt to make muah chee, we sent him out to buy the ingredients. he bought 2 packs of flour. ingenious, you'd think, since it meant that we would have more muah chee...
what then happened was that we ended up with 3 massive chwee kueh. in my mother's frustration, we returned to the internet to look for other recipes. i popped into the kitchen, determined to make right. then i noticed...
the dumbass bought rice flour instead of glutinous rice flour as instructed.
the mother and i headed out to buy glutinous rice flour. through the entire car ride, mommy cldn't stop scolding the boy in a smatter of hokkien and teochew. she was just shy of calling him a s.k.n.
as i'm typing this, the boy is kneeling down in front of the microwave oven, at the command of the mother, to make sure that this batch is perfect.
*******
to Mr Lee Alexander McQueen, thank you for all your beautiful quirky designs. for the lovely shoes. for the gorgeous bags. for being such a joy to the fashion world.
Rest in peace, sir. you are missed.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)