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But I won’t give you up
I won’t let you down
and I won’t leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

I’m back to being mad about Muse right now, playing their songs on repeat mode. Absolution has got to be one of the best records ever made and Endlessly, one of the best tracks out there. Check out the gothic organ solo in that video, it’s simply haunting. I can just imagine it in the Twilight movies.

On that note, the soundtrack for New Moon looks awfully strong. Death Cab for Cutie, Thom Yorke (!), Muse (!!), Grizzly Bear, OK Go, The Killers (!!!)…it’s such an amazing lineup.

Kitty Tales

Post Formula One…

…Travis was BLOODY. AWESOME.

It felt so surreal watching them live, almost eight years after we had first caught their joint concert with Coldplay. Can you believe that? We watched Travis and Coldplay jam together at ONE VENUE. It was one of the best concerts we have ever watched. When is that ever going to happen again?

Anyway, it’s three in the morning and I need to get to bed. Coco was meowing like crazy at eight this morning and when we let her into the room, she started meowing like crazy because she was bored. Husband then let her out of the room, only for her to meow like crazy AGAIN at 10.

I always tell her that if she wasn’t so damn cute, I would have put her right back onto the streets again. Hah. As if she cares about what I say anyway.

Snuggling under the covers
Snuggling under the covers

The organised chaos


Not the roads nor the nose, but my mind. Haven’t been able to string together a proper sentence – probably because I have been editing documents at work and when I get home, the brain is going NO MORE WORDS.

The good news is, the weekend is here! Husband and I are off to the Formula One Singapore Grand Prix tomorrow (just walkabout tickets, we didn’t want to splurge) to see Travis (!) and err the qualifying, of course. And then there’s the nephew’s birthday on Sunday. In between, there are lots and lots of chores to be done but that’s okay because I love our home.

Oh, Popartgirl and I will be at Flea Fly Flo Fun at HOME Club tomorrow. If you want to grab some pre-loved items from us, come look for us from 3pm on. Or you could come up and say a big HELLO. 🙂

Almost blank
Almost blank

The organised chaos

The long weekend was good.

But all good things must end, goes the cliche.

After a hectic three-day conference where I started at 10am and ended with drinks at 1am, I was craving a good rest over the weekend. Saturday started with excruciating abdominal cramps and ended with a trip to Ikea where husband and I put up a shelf in our study at 2am. Goodbye clutter!

Sunday was my cousin’s wedding luncheon, which has got to be the simplest and most casual reception I have ever been to. Doesn’t mean that it wasn’t good though – it’s always lovely to have a new addition to the family. Sunday was also a day of slight disappointment but I’ll get over it, there’s always the future to look forward to.

And today, I lazed in bed till noon despite the kitten meowing her tiny lungs out outside our door at 10:30am, and got up to a clean floor. Husband had thoughtfully mopped the floor while I snoozed. I love that man. But that’s not all – I made a new friend today and saw her impossibly cute little girl for the first time.

If my kid isn’t as cute as yours, I am blaming my husband, I joked.

It poured and poured, the skies were gloomy and grey, but I was happy.

Bright lights
Bright lights

(PS My second roll of Holga shots was successful. YAY.)

Foodnotes, Two of Us

Happy meal #10: Experimentation

On the spur of the moment, I decided to take leave from work in the afternoon so that I could come home and cook dinner for our anniversary.

I have to say that it felt really, really good to just focus on cooking and nothing else. Usually, I’d be pressed for time to fill our growling stomachs or multi-tasking but today, it was all about the cooking. The music was playing in the living room and the kitten was an angel and everything was perfect.

Besides a whopping salad made up of cherry tomatoes, arugula leaves and plenty of mozzarella, I also made a second starter of scallops and chorizo sausage. Based on Nigella Lawson’s recipe, I had thought that it would be simple to create. Which it is.

BUT. The only problem was, my chorizos were not giving out oil as they were supposed to! In the end, I had to pour a glug of olive oil into the pan. Towards the end, after squeezing in the lemon juice, a wave of inspiration hit me and I poured in about two to three tablespoons of white wine and let the scallops and chorizo simmer in the broth.

The additional step made all the difference! The sweetness of the white wine and the tangy lemon juice combined to form a stunning sauce that complemented the juicy scallops and salty chorizo. Happiness! Husband slurped up every bit of the sauce.

Scallops & Chorizos
Scallops & Chorizos

The main course was going to be lamb chops except that our local Cold Storage had run out of lamb. Bah. Plan B: the pork chops that were already in our freezer. I took the pan-fried glazed pork chops recipe from Jamie Oliver’s Ministry of Food but since we lacked the apple sauce/honey in our kitchen, I made use of what we had – yuzu! Thanks to Popartgirl’s recommendation, we had gotten ourselves a ginormous bottle of yuzu drink, which had a similar sticky, gooey texture as honey.

Pan-fried glazed pork chops
Pan-fried glazed pork chops

It turned out to be sweet, sticky and nice. Dessert was sorbet, again a recipe from Jamie Oliver but instead of lemon, lime and peppermint, I had lemon and orange.

It was a wonderful evening, albeit a tad scorching, and we decided to wash the food down with a glass of chilled, white wine. What a heavenly treat on this sultry night.

Two of Us

Happy anniversary, my love

Every morning, he lets me sleep in for that extra 15 minutes while he gets up to quieten the meowing cat and to make breakfast. But not before he leans down to give me a morning dear kiss.

And when we are on the train to work, he automatically adjusts his shoulders so that they are of the perfect height for me to put my head against.

He holds my hand when we are in the supermarket shopping for groceries, when we are navigating the busy traffic, when we are walking to the bus stop, when we are waiting in line…we hold hands just about all the time.

We laugh a lot – before we sleep as he fumbles in near darkness to kiss me goodnight (only to land one on my nostrils), when we are eating breakfast, when we are waiting for the train, when we are crossing the road…we laugh just about all the time.

He does whatever I tell him to when I am holding the camera, even if it means making a milk mustache.

We go into Toys’R’Us and have mock fights using some random foam stick things.

And when I cry during sad movies, he leans in closer so that I can bury my wet face into his shoulder and let my hot tears wet his shirt.

He lets me have the last piece of chocolate.

I make silly, lame jokes and he laughs as if they are the funniest things he had heard that day.

He would rather sleep without the covers and freeze than to get under them and risk waking me up.

And if I do wake up and get really grumpy, he gives me ample space to thrash around the bed until I finally find a comfortable spot to snooze in. Even if I happen to cross over the middle line.

There are a million and one reasons why I love him.

Everyday, I look at him and think to myself, thank you God for putting this wonderful man in my life.

On the journey together
On the journey together

Dear husband, happy anniversary. You mean the world to me.