My mum's marvellous muffins for tea time!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The old school carnival
It felt good to be back.
I have a lot of good memories in this place, seeing as my batch of schoolmates & I probably spent more years in this place than any others because of school-building projects.
My mother and aunts raised money for this school when they were in school.
I did my fair share of spell-a-thons and walk-a-thons too. At least I got to enjoy the new place.
Some things never change, for here we were attending a carnival to celebrate the school's 80th anniversary and well, the money goes into some upgrading projects, I'm sure?
It was an impressive carnival. Huge! Three bouncy castles!
We soaked in the atmosphere.
It felt good to walk across the field once more.
We went back to the hall where we'd had performances, overnight camps and O'level exams.
Back to the courtyard where we'd had art lessons like drawing still-lifes of these statues. I think my fondness for museums and literature was nurtured in my time here.
I remember a piece of calligraphy pinned up on a noticeboard near the statues. It read: I think that I shall never see a thing as lovely as a tree.
In some funny way, that has stayed with me all these years.
Retraced steps where we'd scampered up and down as little girls and later on as more sophisticated teenagers. And peered at the staff notice board where we were astonished to see that some teachers were still there (bless 'em) and astounded to see that the most unlikely of people had become teachers themselves and returned to the school. Life is funny.
Am glad that all that fund-raising helped to build such a beautiful place :)
I have a lot of good memories in this place, seeing as my batch of schoolmates & I probably spent more years in this place than any others because of school-building projects.
My mother and aunts raised money for this school when they were in school.
I did my fair share of spell-a-thons and walk-a-thons too. At least I got to enjoy the new place.
Some things never change, for here we were attending a carnival to celebrate the school's 80th anniversary and well, the money goes into some upgrading projects, I'm sure?
It was an impressive carnival. Huge! Three bouncy castles!
We soaked in the atmosphere.
It felt good to walk across the field once more.
We went back to the hall where we'd had performances, overnight camps and O'level exams.
Back to the courtyard where we'd had art lessons like drawing still-lifes of these statues. I think my fondness for museums and literature was nurtured in my time here.
I remember a piece of calligraphy pinned up on a noticeboard near the statues. It read: I think that I shall never see a thing as lovely as a tree.
In some funny way, that has stayed with me all these years.
Retraced steps where we'd scampered up and down as little girls and later on as more sophisticated teenagers. And peered at the staff notice board where we were astonished to see that some teachers were still there (bless 'em) and astounded to see that the most unlikely of people had become teachers themselves and returned to the school. Life is funny.
Am glad that all that fund-raising helped to build such a beautiful place :)
Comfort Soup
Soup! Slurp. Shown here is my mum's radish soup with carrots, diced mushrooms, dried scallops and pork bones.
Yummy.
Sometimes, all I need for dinner is a hot bowl of soup and plain white rice.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Ye olde mixer
I don't know how old it is.
But it is certainly from a different era, waaay back in the day...
I like the brown. The old-school stuff has a certain colour palette.
But it is certainly from a different era, waaay back in the day...
I like the brown. The old-school stuff has a certain colour palette.
Baking with my mum
As you can see, we made cookies today.
They were remarkably simple to make and oh! they taste. so. good.
They went right into these trusty containers.
Figuring we'd need a savoury snack for tea, we made sausage rolls too. Yummy.
And all the baking was done by 12 noon, after we had a morning walk and cooked mee siam :)
Retro Biscuits
Totally ka-poed this photo from my brother.
I think I may have bought the biscuits, though.
Pretty, huh?
I think I may have bought the biscuits, though.
Pretty, huh?
Sunday, November 14, 2010
On google and travel
My brother is off on his first trip to Europe this week and has been thoroughly enjoying the fun of reading guidebooks and doing travel research and making the hotel/transport arrangements.
Ahh, it brings back memories of Paris.
Like this restaurant in the Marais area (I think). Asian-inspired.
Le Petite Marche
9 Rue de Béarn 75003 Paris, France
Enjoyed the duck (below).
Maybe it's best not to over-research travel plans and to just go with the flow instead.
But if you wanted to read some reviews, you could (Summary: the food's nice and good value for money but the service is allegedly better for locals). And if you wanted to see what it looks like, you could, courtesy of google map's street view (hey! that noticeboard below the word restaurant is still there!). And oh yes, I remember the outdoor heaters that are the secret to how one can sit outside on a cold day and look warm :)
Ahh, it brings back memories of Paris.
Like this restaurant in the Marais area (I think). Asian-inspired.
Le Petite Marche
9 Rue de Béarn 75003 Paris, France
Enjoyed the duck (below).
Maybe it's best not to over-research travel plans and to just go with the flow instead.
But if you wanted to read some reviews, you could (Summary: the food's nice and good value for money but the service is allegedly better for locals). And if you wanted to see what it looks like, you could, courtesy of google map's street view (hey! that noticeboard below the word restaurant is still there!). And oh yes, I remember the outdoor heaters that are the secret to how one can sit outside on a cold day and look warm :)
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Bali 2010: Seminyak
One of my favourite things to do in Bali: take a long jaunt along the streets of Seminyak. Target destination: unknown. But how fun to amble past single-storied houses, admiring the displays and ducking in when the fancy takes you. Back out onto the street, traffic whizzes by you and moves in fluid motion to accommodate tourist jaywalkers and locals on bikes that appear suddenly from small lanes. Stop for a drink and a nibble if you want to. And hey if you get tired, it's really easy to hop into a bluebird taxi to get to your next destination.
Love the embroidered look of this chair in Chanti, a fusion restaurant along Seminyak.
A random burst of pink. Enjoy!
Love the embroidered look of this chair in Chanti, a fusion restaurant along Seminyak.
A random burst of pink. Enjoy!
Friday, November 5, 2010
As sweet as a meringue
Love... Pretty plates, chocolate cake, pastel-pretty meringues, cute
tiny cupcakes...
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Good times
church, yay (yay about the people, that is.) We used to hang out so
much more but these days we are so much busier with work, different
areas of service in church and so on. I guess in some way it makes our
times together more valuable.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
My Auntie Moment
A shop selling smooth Japanese ice cream...
So we stood at the shop.
Me (mumuring): it's quite expensive, right... Macdonald's is only 60
cents...(auntie moment!!)
15 year-old cousin: it's different! And it's 70 cents, b-t-w...
Anyway, it still looked exactly like the same ice cream you get at
macs, minus the extra toppings which don't matter to me because I only
need chocolate... Still, I liked the design of the shop :)
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Back to the 80s
My heart starts aching
My hands keep shaking
and you know, you know, you know...
It was a nice, though rather warm, night and it brought back memories of being 12, listening to Debbie Gibson warble on my classmate's walkman during recess time (talk about old school).
A sizable crowd had gathered at Fort Canning.
There was chilling to be be done.
We also got to our feet and sang along. Words that I hadn't suspected I'd remembered came out on cue...
Oh and Rick Astley was in fine form. The crowd clearly approved.
And just to leave you with a perky number for the week... (I was in a cab 2 days ago and it came on the radio. Good memories :)
My hands keep shaking
and you know, you know, you know...
It was a nice, though rather warm, night and it brought back memories of being 12, listening to Debbie Gibson warble on my classmate's walkman during recess time (talk about old school).
A sizable crowd had gathered at Fort Canning.
There was chilling to be be done.
We also got to our feet and sang along. Words that I hadn't suspected I'd remembered came out on cue...
Oh and Rick Astley was in fine form. The crowd clearly approved.
And just to leave you with a perky number for the week... (I was in a cab 2 days ago and it came on the radio. Good memories :)
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Sunday lunch menu
The last time I was in Bali at one of my favourite restaurants, I had a delicious grilled chicken with avocado salad, or something like that.
I wolfed it down before I remembered to take photos but I do remember thinking I could replicate it at home.
Something was missing...
I bought ingredients for a balsamic-vinegar type salad a week ago. Namely, balsamic vinegar, rocket, mustard seeds, raisins, cherry tomatoes. And the rest, like olive oil, I already had at home.
We had the salad 2 or 3 times this week, accompanying different dishes. And for the balance of the salad, I was dying to cook something for myself this beautiful Sunday after church. So I hotfooted it back home, seasoned the chicken breast with salt, pepper (I like adding both finely ground and coarsely ground pepper seeds) and lemon juice.
While the chicken sizzled away, I tossed the salad and plated it, mind you (a-la-the food network and TLC...). I turned the chicken a couple of times and placed it carefully on top of my artistically-arranged wild-and-organic-rocket salad. Voila. Jamie Oliver would be proud.
I wolfed it down before I remembered to take photos but I do remember thinking I could replicate it at home.
Something was missing...
I bought ingredients for a balsamic-vinegar type salad a week ago. Namely, balsamic vinegar, rocket, mustard seeds, raisins, cherry tomatoes. And the rest, like olive oil, I already had at home.
We had the salad 2 or 3 times this week, accompanying different dishes. And for the balance of the salad, I was dying to cook something for myself this beautiful Sunday after church. So I hotfooted it back home, seasoned the chicken breast with salt, pepper (I like adding both finely ground and coarsely ground pepper seeds) and lemon juice.
While the chicken sizzled away, I tossed the salad and plated it, mind you (a-la-the food network and TLC...). I turned the chicken a couple of times and placed it carefully on top of my artistically-arranged wild-and-organic-rocket salad. Voila. Jamie Oliver would be proud.
ukulele
image from Ukulele Movement
I have ukuleles (pronounced YOO-Koo-leh-lee...quite singaporean huh?) on my mind.
I saw someone playing at a seminar about a month ago, and I had fun strumming nonsense yesterday on the BFF's little guitar...
For the un-initiated: the ukulele is a 4-stringed instrument, unlike the guitar which is 6-stringed.
I cracked up when I saw this. If this boy can do it, so can I (drive my friends up the wall I mean).
I guess I just want to try something different.
Learn a musical instrument.
Strum a little tune, sing a little song...
Well, we'll see! I'm gonna sit on this and see if the fancy fizzles out...
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Bali view
I love this view from a cliff-front villa in Bali.
In the morning and evening, seaweed harvesters would glide on little boats, like Venetian gondolas, gathering seaweed (the dark patches on the seabed are seaweed farms). So that's where all that yummy seaweed comes from... Anyway, it was so lovely.
Have a lovely week ahead.
Think of good things!
My grandma's curry puffs
This morning, my grandma stopped by en-route to my aunt's place bearing fresh, home-made curry puffs.
When she says it, it sounds like 'curry pups'.
She is probably the most ingenious and resourceful person I know.
Nothing is unattainable, nothing is wasted.
It hurts her economical soul to have her grandchildren buy deep-fried squid head from old chang kee at slightly over a dollar a stick. When she found out, she promptly bought a whole kilogram of squid from the market and made her own. Hee. She rocks.
When she says it, it sounds like 'curry pups'.
She is probably the most ingenious and resourceful person I know.
Nothing is unattainable, nothing is wasted.
It hurts her economical soul to have her grandchildren buy deep-fried squid head from old chang kee at slightly over a dollar a stick. When she found out, she promptly bought a whole kilogram of squid from the market and made her own. Hee. She rocks.
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