So on my birthday, I got cake number three, which was a wonderfully light Japanese cheesecake from Flor. And a really nice day to boot, thanks to Eugene who organised it all.

All these smiley couple shots lately... it's almost as if we were doing a pre-wedding album as ourselves doing the stuff we always do like eat and drink whisky and hang with ( Read more... )

Tonight mom brought out a sugee cake for me to cut as a birthday cake. It was a simple, unadorned cake, but it was good. Dripping with brandy, if you know what I mean.

But Craig would not stay out of the picture. Here he is shaved bald again... hair for hope.

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Tonight at dinner Craig lost a chicken bone. No kidding. He got up, went to the rice cooker to get more rice, sat back down, scratched his head, went back to the kitchen to examine the floor, and then returned to the table, and started lifting the rice up from his plate and looking underneath it. We were all gazing at him questioningly. Then he ( Read more... )

 How many ways can you address your mother via sms? According to Gail, sms texts can begin in any of these delightful ways:

Mum
Mummy
Momma
Mummeh
Mumm
Mum mum
Mummyy 
Mummymummy

And I got these just by scrolling through my phone messages from her. Oh, and if she really wants something from me, she brings out the big guns with mommy dearest.

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My daughter, at the grand old age of 13, is still afraid of the dark. While I was teasing her for being afraid when we had electricity and lived in such a densely built up environment, she responded,

You wouldn't understand. After all, you grew up in a hut!

I was incredulous and pointed out to her that I had lived in a HDB flat, like her, my whole ( Read more... )

Gail was complaining at dinner that her teacher had not given her advance warning of a Listening Compre test.

Me: Why does it matter? Listening Compre what.
Gail: Can prepare...
Me: How to prepare?
Gail: I can dig my ears!

Cue collective laugh around the table.

Craig: And she can buy a hearing aid.

Cue collective groan around the table.

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'Oh my goodness, everyone else thinks this is XXX. But with you, it always turns into a life lesson! That FB group is so accurate!'

I hear the above refrain very often from Gail. When she tells me about something her friend did that I think is kinda lame or potentially dangerous. Or when she complains about a teacher and I advise her to look at it ( Read more... )

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I don't know what possessed me to look through my box of kids' memorabilia the other day. But I am glad I did.

This is so typical it made me smile.


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The kids dropped by the workplace because they wanted to check out my office. And what they did there was fairly typical. They raided my biscuit box and helped themselves to my Digestives.


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