I have memory problem, recalling recipes I made up in my head and cooked before. Most of the dishes I attempted are from my imagination combined with recipes, blogs I read. I find it difficult to follow exact way as I do not have the same equipment nor weather condition nor ingredients nor personal taste. I made up one small part of the recipe and the rest from the what I can recall from reading or seen it done or tasted.
*Photo: Thick flat noodle with egg, bacon and bok choi.
Mental note for myself: The Mel’s Corner Section 17 Wan Ton Noodle stall has changed operator. Not going there anymore.
Superficial crazyness
Losing freedom
Losing space
Losing sanity
Drowning in a sea of rocks
Kinderspiel des Jahres is an annual award for children boardgames by a jury of German critics. View annual list of award winners here.
Simontalks posted Borneo Marathon to be held in Kota Kinabalu in October 2008. I am thinking of the 10-km race which I think is manageable since it is in the city itself I can take my own sweet time to finish. 
I left comments below at 5Xmom’s blog.
Some people out there is not doing their job.
Some people out there is using religion for personal gain.
Mixing religion and politics is a dangerous act.
Religion was meant for personal belief
But when enforced
It divides and breaks our society
Public transport is a mean of safe mass travel
Opening oppurtunity for all near and far
Riding on Malaysia public transport
Is liken to dicing with life and death
My heart felt condolences to both
late Gan Eng Gor’s family
and Nian Ning’s family
You can read about late Gan Eng Gor’s at HsiauChuen’s blog. Hsiau Chuen is a family member of late Gan Eng Gor.
I have massive spring cleaning to do. 4 members of the family is moving into the house we are staying. This is good news to us that we have more people in the house of 6 bedrooms. Both of us have to give up some luxury of privacy. No more walking around naked or without undies. We will need to practise living like nun and monk with other people….
Watch Persepolis, an animated movie about a child’s experience of freedom and struggle.
I admit I do not like holidays. Miserable.
We thought today is the first day of school. Woke the boys up early. Dressed the older in school uniform.
Sent them to the day care for breakfast and school transport pick up.
But….
Today is not a school day, tomorrow is…
The older was grinning from ear to ear, must be thinking how silly his parents are
I am glad tomorrow is a school day.
I have a super tight deadline which 9th January 2008.
Wish me luck…
New Year has arrived
House is in disarray
Looks like spring cleaning was done
Micro management is still not truly successful
Don’t ask what others can do for you.
Ask yourself what you can do for others.
I lost my voice but have not lost any internet connection to update this blog. I am so frustrated that I can’t talk at all. Not long ago I dreamt I lost my voice, struggled to force words out of my throat. Today it is a reality… I’m sad but glad my mind and fingers are still here to blog ;-).
I will try to blog. Still grieving over Grandma’s death. I couldn’t bring myself to return to my routine. I felt like hibernating. I am not sure how to express my sadness by crying aloud. I have not been crying a loud since I was in primary school. Something just stopped me at that time.
Her gifts - box of beads, cranes and mandarin duck embroidery, though have gone, shall remain in my memory as the most precious skills and gifts.
On the final night
Waited on burning incense
Lighting one after another
In the early morning
Dark calm starless sky
As if it is mourning
She laid inside
Like in deep sleep
Resting peacefully
Why does sunlight
Rose so soon?
It broke my heart
She is going from
This home of ours
To her final destination
Morning light felt
Warm and serene
Soothing cool air
Is HE here?
Is HE with us?
Is she with HIM?
Rusty metal box
Used to store chocolates
Now filled up with colourful beads
White piece of paper
Folded neatly and precisely
That forms an elegant white crane
Leading the way
Followed by threads
To form a pair of mandarin ducks
These were Grandma gifts
Though she did not have much
My treasures
Breathing great difficulty
Not responding at all
Liquid oozing from mouth
There was nothing
Anyone could do
Only HE could help her
Finally after hours
Had her last breathe
Eyes did not close
I can feel that moment
Still breaking my heart
That she had left
Not in happiness
Nor in peace
But with sadness
And tears
She went away
That was the moment
My heart shattered
Knees dropped on to floor
Called out to her
For the last time
But she was gone
Tonight
Grandma passed away
After suffering for some time
She is no longer in difficulty nor pain
She has gone to be with Grandpa
Looking back
Grandpa was alive
Grandma fought against her illness
He was afraid
She may be gone before him
He called out to her
Not to leave before him
He was afraid his beloved
Who was frail and fragile
May leave him and go to her God
Then
Grandpa died
Left Grandma stood at his funeral
She was heart broken
Though quiet and strong
Now
They are together
Like when they were alive
Through thick and thin
Through quarrels and sorrow
Through happiness and joy
Joined rest of the deceased
Family and friends
My most feared and worried task. Spring clean once for Christmas, Will’s birthday and Chinese New Year. I am in dilemma what to do first ever since I had 2 kids. Before the kids, spring cleaning was therapy to chase away stress. I will try to list down what’s to be done first…..
