I love how big the skirt is and the workmanship is fabulous. It’s definitely worth every cent I paid!
Do go check out the store; it’s closing on Sunday. It’s amazing how everything is put together using cardboard – sheer genius! Even if you are not in the mood to spend, you have to pop by to marvel at the artistry of it.
This wedding procession is just too funny for words – I love it! There’s so much humour and energy and laughter and love in it, and it made me wish we had thought of something as hilarious as this.
But then again, like my colleague N says, this is something only the Caucasians can pull off. Singaporeans will get shy, feel embarrassed and conscious about themselves. “Don’t want lah, I cannot dance,” would be a popular refrain.
I couldn’t help but tear while watching this video. Aww, bless them, and I hope they have a happy, happy marriage!
Found myself peering into the fridge one evening, deciding what to cook for myself as husband was out gallivanting. Because I had been lazy to get myself to the supermarket – typical behaviour, really – I was left with few options. Sliced fish, prawns, fishballs, hmm. That spelt “noodles” and “soup” automatically in my mind but I wasn’t in the mood for noodles and soup.
Ah, stir-fry it is then.
Here’s the recipe – again, I am not quite the chef so everything is based on approximation and how I felt that day. Heh.
What you will need:
* 5 prawns (deveined but keep the shells on)
* 1 small ginger, julienned
* 1 onion, roughly chopped
* 1 clove of garlic, rough chopped
* Half a cup of white wine
* 1 tbsp of olive oil
* Heat up the oil in a pan
* Fry the ginger and onion till fragrant, about 1-2 minutes
* Add the garlic into the pan and fry for another 1-2 minutes
* Thrown in the prawns and cook till the prawns turn pink
* Add the white wine and let it simmer for 2-3 minutes
It’s so easy to prepare and after chopping up a tomato and mixing it with feta cheese (yums!), I have a nice, balanced meal after a long day’s work.
Every night, Mr Thick and I would spend some time in the room with Coco. Sometimes, I would sit on the floor with my laptop and type away, while she gambols and pounces and chases away.
To get her used to my voice, I would engage in a monologue even as she ignores me. At times, I would be praising her for getting the toy out of the tunnel we had constructed from plastic mesh or for scratching her nails at the post we got for her. Good girl, Coco, I would say, or, Clever girl! And then I would throw a toy out for her to chase after.
But more often than not, I would be saying,
What are you doing, kitty cat? Good girl! Are you bored? Huh? NO NO NO DON’T STEP ON MY LAPTOP! Good girl. Go chase after a toy. NO NO NO THAT’S MY NIGHTIE DO NOT BITE. Yes baby, good baby, have a poo in your litter box. Good girl! NO NO NO NOT THE LAPTOP. Go chase a toy, baby. Go. Are you sleepy yet? NO THAT’S MY MUG, GO DRINK FROM YOUR OWN BOWL. Good girl, Coco, good girl! NO DON’T PLAY WITH MY TOES!
If you don’t see me for the next few days, it’s because I am completely wrapped around the tiny paws of a certain Miss Coco.
She’s ours so obviously I think that she is gorgeous, gorgeous!
Her mama had died and her fairy godparents found her alone and miserable. They fed her patiently for about two weeks before taking her home. But being a household of three cats and dog, they had no space for her and by the merest of chances, she ended up at east end.
She’s only been here for two days and already we are besotted with her. As I type, I am sitting on the floor while she is dashing across the room chasing after her toys. Occasionally, the sound of my typing would catch her attention and she would stand with her two front paws on the keyboard of my MacBook and gaze intently into the screen. She also has a tendency to swipe at my toes and has taken to drinking water out of my mug. When she is tired, she lies on the floor and stretches lazily.
She’s so funny and cute and loveable and playful and hysterical.
And she is ours.
More photos here.
One evening, I came home to see this sitting in my letterbox:
It’s a present! I opened up the envelope and what greeted me was this really cute sight:
The lovely note was handwritten and illustrated by Melly. Isn’t she just amazingly talented? Of course it made me more eager to open up that bubble wrap.
Whee! They were the buntings which she had made earlier. She had made extra and kindly given them away to lucky beneficiaries like me.
Thanks Melly! 🙂