Do you talk to strangers?

When I was a kid, I used to talk to strangers ALL THE TIME. Totally shameless, I could say and ask the darnest things ever. Like "can you take my baby brother home and never lets him out ever" to a complete stranger when I had to take care of my baby brother at a hawker centre while my mum was buying food for us.

It seems to me that all kids talk to strangers, kids aren't so concern about whether they will be deem as crazy or stupid by talking to strangers. Being cute and fluffy helps as well I guess. Strangers wouldn't think that a cute kid would be an insurance agent or something...

Now if a stranger suddenly approaches, I would immediately be on my guard. Although most of the times, they were just asking for directions. Or else, they were trying to sell/promote me something. No big deal, not as if they were going to stick out a knief and hack me to death. I would then remind myself that I shouldnt be so defensive and should just chill...

I still remember that many years ago when I visited Hub while he was still a student in London and there was this day when I was wondering around Hyde Park alone. Suddenly there was a gust of wind and some grits got into my eyes, that caused me to tear non-stop.

There I was, standing beside the lake, wiping aways the tears and blinking hard, when suddenly I felt a pair of warm hands around my shoulders. Then some tissues were stuffed into my hands, and a kind voice that said, "there, there, everything will work out fine. It's ok..." then a little squeeze of my hand.

This kind, old lady with a head of white short hair held my hands for another 10 seconds or so... looked at me in the eye with kindness and hope, she gave me a smile, then she walked away. All I could do was to mumble "thank you so much" and then started to tear for real...

Such kindness and such warmth to a stranger. I'll always remember that.

Project Habitat is finally, taking shape

Last night, I had a really pleasant surprise. Hub and I went over to our new place to check out the on-going renovation, and instead of the usual “construction site” mess that basically engulfed the whole flat from Day 1 of the renovation…

The flat was spanking clean! No debris, no cardboard boxes all over the place, no bags of concrete lying around. Oh my god, finally I got to appreciate how big our new place really was.

The renovation is almost 80% completed. By the time I’m done with my CFA exam, I should be ready to move in and start working on the planter boxes.

YEAH!

The crazy things that we do

There was this one day, my interior designer (ID), who is an avid gardener called me one afternoon and told me that he saw this huge Bird Nest Fern that had fallen from a tree, along the road opposite Goodwood Park Hotel.

“It’s a big-ass fern! Really majestic looking! Just that 1 fern can fill up the whole planter box along your corridor.” exclaimed our ID.

That was like 4 pm in the afternoon and where the hell could I get a lorry to pick up that huge fern in such a short notice?! So, I was thinking to myself “Nah… not worth the effort”. Nonetheless, I told Hub about the fern and he too, thought that the whole process of scouting for a lorry and to go down all the way to orchard area to pick up a fallen fern seemed extremely ridiculous.

But that fern stuck to my head ever since…

And it brewed and brewed and I JUST COULDN’T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD. Until I couldn’t take it anymore and at 1230 am, ie: 8 and ½ hours after that wretched phone call. I told Hub that we needed to get that fern.

It would be like a housewarming gift from God.

And to my surprise, instead of yelling at me for being “crazy”, Hub pondered for a while and said to me “ok, let’s go and get that bloody fern?!”

So, at 1230 am, both of us last minute rented the biggest car that we could find, a Honda Odyssey (thanks to KahShare), quickly changed into something decent and dashed down towards orchard road to “rescue” a fallen fern.

And what a HUGEMONGOUS fern it was?! OMG… the leaves almost reached my shoulder?! Hub looked at it for like 2 seconds, and with all his strength, actually managed to pick up that Fern and squeezed it into the back of the Odyssey. There was just ENOUGH space for that fern.

Then the best part: where to put that monster? At first I thought we could just dump the Fern outside in-law’s flat but it was simply too big. So last minute, I called up my brother’s GF who had a garden and her mum was totally cool to adopt our Monster Fern temporarily.

So, at 1 am in the freaking morning, 2 idiots headed to her place to “deliver” the loot. And she was very sweet (and awake) to direct us where to place the Fern. The Fern was so big that when Hub carried the fern, he looked as if he had completely “disappeared” and you would see the Fern had suddenly sprouted 2 legs and “walked” itself to the garden. It was a really funny sight and instead of helping him, I was crouching at a corner, laughing my head off.

By the time we settled Mr. Monster Fern and cleaned up, it was already 2 am and we completely knocked out after that.

What an adventure.

p/s: the photo above isn’t the Monster Fern, just a picture that I’ve gotten from the net. I’ll take a shot of Monster Fern when he’s settled down at our new place. Monster Fern is way bigger than that… …

Keeping the romance alive

Hubby and I have known each other for 15 years, and out of that, we have been together for about 9 yrs... I used the word "about" because I seriously cannot remember when we “officially” started dating. *opps…*

So after being together for so long, we are already very comfortable with each other that… sometimes, we become TOO comfortable and start to take each other for granted. We would get so bogged down with our daily lives that we would just grunt at each other instead of engaging in meaningful conversation.

But there’s one thing that Hubby will ALWAYS do every single day. He will hug me fiercely for like 15 seconds everyday. NO matter how tired I am, no matter how much laundry I have to do, no matter how stressed up I am over my work or studies. I’ll feel very much loved after that.

And during times like that, I’m really grateful that I married him, and I will feel totally 幸福.

But still not enough to iron his clothes.

;P

I know this is a bit late, but HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

How many babies is this poor mother carrying on her back...? I counted 11. OMG. She's a super-what-ever-animal she is!

I'm sure all mums out there feel like this super-animal-mum once a while. But all of the mums told me that carrying all that 11 brats (0r even if it's just ONE brat) is all worth it.

To my mum: It's our turn (3 of us, brats) to carry you on our backs now. Love you, mum!

Discouraged…

Feeling low and discouraged currently.

The stress of studying for an exam, house renovation, personal investing, company investing and keeping a lookout for greener pastures… all of the above are giving me A LOT OF STRESS.

Exam -> This stupid CFA level-3 exam is freaking killing me. Exam is in a month’s time and I have not finished mugging yet! I know of friends who are already revising for the 2nd/3rd time! I’m in a slightly panic mode… …

House Renovation -> Mr. Contractor has finally started on the cabinets and other carpentry works, but issues such as weird measurements and dimensions kept surfacing and I am getting fed up with Mr. Contractor. It has even reached the stage where I don’t really care anymore, just finish up so that I can move in by June!

Personal Investing and investing for the company -> Everyday, I look at charts, read financial data, internalize economic events and hopefully, pick the right stocks and make some decent returns, for the company that I’m working for, as well as for myself and for Hubby. At work, I’m facing a lot of stress, especially when the markets are moving very fast and very volatile. At night, when we’re at home, Hubby will tune to CNBC to check on the US market and European markets and sometimes… all these stress are really getting to me.

Meanwhile, I’m also thinking of changing my work environment. I’ve been sending out some CVs but haven’t heard anything from the headhunters yet, Geez… is my CV that bad?!?!

All in all, I just hope that after the exam, I’ll be in a better place.

I'm looking for a painting for my bedroom...

I wanted something dramatic, something sensual (it's the bedroom afterall, stupid), something that will make you make you go "hmmm".

Then I saw this painting. Too bad, I can't get it in spore. ;(

I'm going to Paris! Tickets booked... and euro is cheap. B.E.S.T. Will start to change some euros soon...

Some pictures that I've collected from the net to remind myself why I love Paris so, so much.

J'adore la Paris...

The after-and-before photos!

Woah... can't believe that it's actually the same space huh? Looking at pretty pictures of renovated apartments bring me so much joy.

But when you are the one actually going through the process of renovating your own place. Argh... not so fun. Nonetheless, I'm looking really forward for my kitchen to take shape. Currently, it still looks like a construction site.

Mr. Contractor... if you are reading this, PLEASE get your act together and start working on the cabinets NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*vomit blood*

P/s: above pictures are from Apartment Therapy . com. Not my place lah...

Colors...

Ok, now Hubby and I are in the stage of talking about colors for our new place. Both of us like plants and living things, as well as natural materials like wood, metal and stone. So our new place theme is about that. Natural materials... However, natural materials tend NOT to be too colorful. Natural wood is naturally brown and stone is naturally grey, you get the idea.

Then I come across this picture. Ahhh... blue. Blue always calm me down.... I feel relax when I see blue, just like when I see the blue, blue sea.

I love it how the dinning chairs are of different shades of blue. That gives me ideas about how I want my dinning chairs to look like.

Can I DIY this?

Hmmm... I'm not that into DIY, cos I'm quite an idiot when it comes to assemble things and lego.

But this! I'm sure it will cost a bomb if I were to buy it... I'm just so tempted to find 3 sturdy twigs/tree branches. Roped them together at the top, varnished it (waterproof it or along the same line), spray it black, then varnished again. Find 2 metal steamer-stands (those you use in a wok, to support the plate when u steam your fish... heh), somehow nail them to the twigs...

And VIOLA!

I would have made my very own bathroom stand. That would be so cool!

I'll keep this project in mind. But.. if i can just pay 25 bucks for it, I'll get it in a heartbeat.

I bet it costs closer to 250 instead...

Je suis chic

Instead of going to the gym, I was out shopping during lunch just now. I felt utterly, totally and definitely ugly when I came into office this morning.

I was running out of clothes to wear, partly because most of my clothes are currently in the “to-be-ironed” pile (and ever increasing), and seriously, life is so much more than ironing. Unless I’m on the verge of going to work naked the next day, then I’ll dutifully be a good wife and iron my own clothes.

Anyway, I wana talk about my shopping spree and not about the tragic wife who has to iron her own clothes…

So, this morning was one of those days where I came dangerously close to going to work naked, out of desperation, I pulled out a top that I’ve bought around 10 years ago. TEN FREAKING YEARS AGO?!

Can you believe that?!

The good part of this episode was that… well, I could still fit into clothes that I’ve bought 10 years ago. (Nevermind that the material was actually stretchable)

The horrible part was that I looked so dated… that I could almost blend into our office’s pantry.

ARGH….. and it really doesn’t help that I am constantly surrounded by beautiful female colleagues who dresses so well to work… …that it hurts.

So during lunch, I ran to the nearest Zara, bought 3 pieces of items and immediately changed into one.

There, I felt better already. Wearing a happy shade of yellow definitely makes me happy and feel a tad more confident about myself.

Je suis chic.

The passing of Princess Basil

Yup, she kaputed before I can take a picture of her to post on my blog…

And I am the direct contribution to her premature death.

Firstly, I should have bought good, decent soil from a reliable source instead of some Pasar Malam. The soil was infested with trips (a kind of pest with wings and can fly!), and that was a very bad start for Princess Basil…

And because of that, I changed the soil and repotted Basil 3 times and I guess the final repotting process was too much of a trauma for her. Yup, according to my reading, plants do suffer from repotting shock… and sometimes, do not recover from the trauma of the new soil.

The irony was that Princess Basil was actually doing not too bad before my itchy fingers decided to buy a new batch of compost/soil and repotted her.

Sigh, I should have just left her alone … she would have been still alive.

Anyhow, my itchy fingers previously also repotted 4 clumps of pineapple plantlets. Previously, my father-in-law bought a pretty and spiky pineapple for display during the Lunar New Year. Although technically the pineapple is fit for consumption, it was a rather small fruit and since my FIL was intending to throw away the fruit after the New Year, I decided to pluck some of the small plantlets, that are found at the sides of the pineapple, stuck them into a tray of the screwed-up soil from the Pasar Malam, and basically forgot all about it.

Weeks later, Viola! Some roots began to appear and all 4 of them made it! Apparently it’s really difficult to kill these pineapple babies as they are such HARDY plants.

A perfect morale boost to an aspiring gardener. It’s finally assuring to see some plants ALIVE and GREEN.

So, any aspiring gardener out there. Get yourself a pineapple and start a pineapple plantation!

I'm not a big fan of making animals wear clothes. I've always thought that it is unnatural for them and most probably awkward as hell.

Until I saw this picture... there's something about this cat's expression.... He looks almost human, doesn't he?

For some strange reason, he actually looks as if he is born to wear that shirt and play rugby.

Geez...

Scared the shit out of me…

This is a true story.

Last night, Hubby and I went over to our new place to check out the renovation works. It has become a routine every night where both of us would take a short walk to our new place to feed Cookie (our newest adopted “block” cat), check our mail box and to check on the reno…

So, we did the usual…we would inspect the flooring, check out the ceiling, and look at the toilets… Basically to ensure that works are on-going. As the flat was still under major renovation, there wasn’t any lighting and I would usually carry a flashlight.

There I was, peering into the master bedroom’s toilet when suddenly a HUGE SHADOW suddenly moved and I saw this pair of eyes staring straight at me.

OH MY FREAKING GOD!

I screamed loudly and Hubby, who was just behind me, rushed over.

“WHAT? WHAT?”

… … …

Then this Banglah stepped out of the toilet and apologized profusely and said that he’s a worker here and staying here for the night. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of berms.

What.The.Hell.

Then I started laughing hysterically. I found the whole incident to be so funny… Seriously, I did not manage to see this guy at all?! He TOTALLY blended into the darkness and if he were to close his eyes and mouth, I would have totally missed him.

He was freaked out too and was most probably scared that we would complain to our contractor. I have no issues about him staying over.. just don’t play Hide-and-seek with us and scare the shit of out me?!?!

To keep a pet or not…

I’ve always had pets at home when I was a kid. Not your usual cats or dogs… but some rather exotic creatures as well….

Other kids played with toys, not me. I had no toys, but I played with my pets and brothers. Best childhood ever. At times I wished that I had become a vet or something since I really like animals. Maybe I can be a zookeeper during my retirement! That can be my second career!

FYI: below is the list of animals I once had them as pets:

1) A pug, the cutest, ugliest and stupidest dog in the world. Oh, but I loved her so much!
2) Chicks. 3 fluffy, yellow, chirpy little things lived in my bathroom for a period of time. Well, until they were about to be chickens and we gave them to my aunt. And shortly after that, I remembered my aunt gave me some home-made KFC.
3) Ducklings. Yes, I once had 5 ducklings… I have no idea how or where my mum got these ducklings. But they were SO CUTE! They made the cutest little “quacks” and I had so much fun bathing with them. I remembered that I fed them little “live” fishes and spent many hours just observing their EVERY move. It was like a mini National Geographic “Live”.
4) Rabbits. In fact, we were trying to keep a litter of newly-born rabbits alive as their mother rejected them. My mum and I were taking turns to bottle feed these little bunnies. Aww… baby rabbits are the cutest.
5) Hamster. I had a really nasty one. I remembered that it was constantly biting me and my brother. Not only that, it was like a demonic little thing, always climbing its little cage, trying to escape. One day, it succeeded. We woke up one morning, and the cage was empty. We never found it.
6) Salamander. See… I bet many of you do not even know what a salamander was. It was like a water lizard, a little slimy but it was red and black in color. Really pretty… I bought it from a little obscure pet shop. However, it didn’t last very long…
7) Gold Fishes. It was actually my mum who was really into gold fish. We had a huge tank and these fishes eventually started to spawn. Unfortunately, none of the fries made it. I had a lot of fun playing doctor with the dead fishes. I happen to know exactly how the insides of a gold fish looks like.
8) A baby ball python. Ok, it belonged to my senior in college and I babysat it for 6 months or so. I was like the only girl crazy enough to keep a snake in her hostel room. Not only that, I let it roamed around my room once a while. It really liked my monitor and would always coil itself under it (During those days, monitors aren’t the slim, sexy LCDs. They were the size of a bed). Then its little pink, forked tongue would stick out with that tiny little “sssss”. So cute lah!
9) Terrapins. Ok, not my favorite kind of pets. I had more fun looking at the gold fish than playing with the damned terrapins. I hope they are still happy living at the MacRitchie Reservoir.

Currently as I am still living with the in-laws, I do not keep any pets, but my mum has 7 cats and technically, one of them is mine. I’m thinking of bringing her over to my new place once it is ready. Not only that, I also intend to keep 2 rabbits, and some gold fishes.

But my worry is…. What will happen to them when Hubby and I were to travel??!!
Argh….. then I will have to either trouble my neighbour or my brothers. That’s the sucky thing about having pets.

However, once you have pets, the urge to keep some furballs alive and kicking will always be there. I cannot wait to have my OWN furballs.

I found my sole!

One day, when I finally wore something decent to work, when I looked into the mirror and saw a trendy dresser, when I put on this pair of cute, dainty-looking heels and sashaying while on my way home… and suddenly, “Phat”.

I stumbled and realized that the sole of my left heel somehow got torn away and was stuck by the side of a side road. Still wanting to look pretty, I simply kicked that useless piece of plastic away and continued walking, as if nothing happened. I figured that I can easily go to my trusted cobbler to fix another sole, and I can wear my cute, dainty, made-in-china cheapskate heels once again.

The following weekend, I religiously took my heel to my cobbler, requesting him to attach a sole. To my horror, my cobbler said that most cobblers in Singapore do not stock up on soles anymore because most soles and (cheapskate) shoes/heels are being made in china. If he were to order from China, minimum order would be 500 pairs of soles. How on earth could he finish all 500 pairs?

I should set up some Cobblers Association where these old men can pool their orders together! Geez… not very enterprising, these people.

Not believing his story, I took a little detour and checked out this Ah Pei who is also a cobbler, but in a make-shift little stall, next to a NTUC.

“Aiyah, Xiao-Jie, no xie-di (sole), cannot do lah”

“Really, ah? Uncle, really cannot ah?”

“Cannot lah, but you can find another old heel that you don’t want with similar height, then tear out the sole loh”

Hmnp. O well… I’ve just thrown ALL my old shoes away during the spring cleaning. Thanks leh.

Not admitting defeat, on the very next day, I went back to the very same small lane where I left my sole, hoping that it would still be there, and guess what… It was still sitting prettily by the side of the road!

Can’t believe that after 1 week, the sole was still there?! Obviously, the road sweepers and cleaners aren’t really doing their job, but good for me!

Of course, some people were giving me some weird looks when I picked up this dirty, little piece of black thing by the side of the road. But who cares, I FOUND MY SOLE!

Wahahaha… now I can go back to my cobbler and get my made-in-china heel fixed.

*Victory dance*

Can't upload pictures via my cellphone.

I was trying to upload some pictures of Princess Basil via my cellphone, but somehow things aren't exactly working. argh...

Anyway, Princess Basil isn't doing too well right now. Well, she is still alive and kicking. But recently, I noticed that her new shoots and leaves tend to dry up and turned into little, black lumps. Thankfully, not ALL the new shoots are turning into black little rasins... so, at least there are still some new leaves around.

I also saw some really tiny, little black wing insects around the soil. That is NOT good. It seems that I am having a pest issue here. After doing some research, I realised that my Princess Basil is being raped by Thunderflies!

These %^$*# sap-suckers are causing some stress to my Princess Basil. Unfortunately, these thunderflies are really tiny and quite impossible to catch by hand. And since Princess Basil is meant for consumption, Im not too keen to use pesticide on her.

Thankfully, a really kind lady from GCS forum (Green Culture Singapore) gave me some advice on making my very own home-made-and-yet-organic pesticide, which I'll give it a try this weekend.

If all things fail, I'll eat up Princess Basil before those evil, pesty Thunderflies get to her 1st!

Busy Bee

I’ve been taking my green chores rather seriously lately. I would check on Princess Basil at least twice a day. Just wana make sure that she is sprouting new leaves and getting enough sun. I have also added some “organic” fertilizer to her… some left over coffee powder, some left-over tea leaves, and also some crushed egg shells. Well, so far she’s still alive, so I guessed those left-over stuff aren’t too bad for her. At least, not KILLING her yet.

I’ve also been surfing the net for more information about indoor gardening, and what are the suitable plants that I can plant for my planters. Previously, I was gloating that my unit was north-east facing, which meant that I would not get much sun. In fact, I’ll only get some partial sunlight from 2 – 5 pm onwards… Now, I'm kinda beating my chest over the limited amount of sun that I'll be getting UGH, O well, better than nothing.

So, I just gotta work with plants which are shade-loving. Most flowering plants and fruiting plants will be out of reach for me then. ;(

But I think I can still work with herbs with that few hours of sun, I can't wait to hop over to my herb garden while preparing for a meal, a la Jamie Oliver style. I simply adore the way he can just pluck some herbs from his herb garden while working on his zhi-czar.

So, from the internet, I’ve come across this ingenious lady, who has this really kick-ass idea on how to plant her herbs. Vertical herb gardening rocks!

I am so inspired…. This Project Planter Box is really getting interesting!

My very 1st plant -> Princess Basil

Since I’ll be the CEO of Project Planter, I better make sure that I do a good job… or else, the CFO-cum-shareholder will most probably skin me alive.

On the eve of the reunion dinner, 12 Feb, I was happily doing some grocery shopping at Jason’s, where I chanced upon some pretty, little pots of basil. I figured that it would be the best time to put my green fingers to the test, so I bought a pot home.

It came in a really small plastic container that even I wouldn’t call it a “pot”. Thankfully, Bishan was having its usual selling-useless-stuff Passar Malam, and I managed to find a decent looking, white porcelain pot and some soil to repot this basil.

The original plastic container was so small that 95% of the basil’s roots were growing OUT of the container. I was thinking of ways and means to cut up the container, so that I could retain as much of the roots as possible. Me, being me, Miss “chor-loh”, accidentally PULL out that 95% of the roots while I was cutting up that little plastic container.

OPPS… … …

O well, too bad. I guess Princess Basil just gotta learn to survive on that 5% of roots. After repotting my fragile Princess Basil, I realized that her stems weren’t do a good job in supporting herself and Princess Basil was being very unsightly, flopping all over the place. So, I found a sturdy-looking, sunny-colored-orange straw and stuck it next to Princess Basil; and tied her stems to the straw to give her some support.

There, she looked much better already.

Of course, I was worried that she wouldn’t survive for more than a few days. And it really didn’t help that I was busy plucking away her beautiful leaves as I really needed some basil to cook.

Despite of all that, Princess Basil is currently doing quite well. Her leaves are in a healthy bright green, and I can even see some small leaves sprouting!

Princess Basil is definitely hardier than she looks.

I’ll post some pictures soon!

What can I do with 5 grand… …

There are many, many things that I can do with 5 grand, eg:

1) a 1 wk trip to Japan inclusive of airfare
2) 3 designer bags
3) pay fore all my kitchen appliances
4) invest in the equity market to make at least 5%, ie: $250
5) buy a really kick-ass REAL, original designer chair

And the list can go on.

But my Interior Designer is charging me 5G to design the 2 planter boxes at my new place.

I was like “Are you kidding me?????” *scream*

So, I’ve decided to take up Project Planter box, since I don’t have much say in Project Habitat anymore…

My budget: $1200. That should be enough to buy all the plants, soil, and whatever necessary gardening equipment?

To be frank, I have absolutely no idea. Time to scout around the nurseries along Thomson road to check out the prices!

How Hubby wants his funeral to be…

Since we were talking about the topic previously, here’s the conversation between Hubby and I a few nights ago:

Me (after being all teary and sad after the morbid thought of myself dying young):
“So, what about you, how do you want your funeral to be?”

Hubby:
“Hrm… a wine bar. Hold the wake in a wine bar or some restaurant where people can drink. O yah, FREE corkage.”
“O yah, then open all my wines and let the guests drink. My last present to all my dear friends”

(By the way, Hubby easily has at least 500 bottles of wine. His wine fridge at home is bursting and his wine storage at Extra Space is clearly not getting “extra” anymore. So, friends who attend the wake will most probably die of alcohol poisoning if I were to follow his last wishes)

“Remember to invite all my ex-girlfriends as well. O yah, the waitresses who are serving the wines must also be pretty…”

%$#*@& ??!!??!!??!!??!!

How would you want your funeral to be?

Hubby’s colleague’s wife passed away very suddenly 2 nights ago.

She was up and well, with no inherent or chronic illness. She was only 33 years old, was doing every day’s ordinary stuff, such as watching Korean drama at home, when suddenly, she fainted and had a seizure. Apparently from a stroke.

When I first heard about the incident, I remembered that I told Hubby that she could very well, make a full recovery since she was still so young, at only 33 years old. So, we were discussing how damaging stress can be, and how determination and positive outlook can aid to a full recovery for a stroke patient.

Then a day later, I heard that this lady had passed away.

It took me really by surprise. I mean, how often do you hear a young adult suffer a stroke? Let alone die from it?

Hubby described how everyone really took it very badly at the wake, especially his colleague (ie: the lady’s husband), and it was really heart-breaking.

Upon hearing that, I couldn’t help but to tear and felt really very sad that such a promising life was lost. I would most probably go mad with grief if anything similar were to happen to me.

Then Hubby and I had a very morbid discussion about how we would like our funerals to be, and how the other surviving spouse must be brave and live life to the fullest.

We have promised to each other that, the surviving spouse must be brave and find love once again. If there were children, the children will be reminded of how much the deceased parent must have loved them, but mustn’t stop them from accepting another new parent’s love. The surviving spouse should not let grief and sadness overwhelm, but must find the strength to lead a purposeful life. Nonetheless, a yearly tribute to the deceased spouse on the anniversary would be nice.

I told Hubby that I’ll only want very close friends and relatives to attend my funeral. Hopefully it will not be held at a void deck or the Singapore Casket, but a place like a park, surrounded by pretty flowers and plants, but still very serene and peaceful. No religious rites would be required.

I hope my friends would share about what they would most miss about me and how I had made an impact to their life or outlook. If my death were very sudden, I’ll rather that Hubby took a few weeks to compose himself and then held the wake later, instead of being too emotionally unstable to conduct the wake. I hope it would be an intimate event where friends and relatives can grief, yet at the same time, celebrate how I have lived a fruitful life.

Talking about all this stuff, is very morbid, But I think it allowed Hubby and I to have a deeper understanding between the 2 of us.

Of course, I hope that it will be our future, ADULT children taking care of my funeral in many, many, many years to come. And by then, it will be a full celebration of my life, and instead of grief, everyone who attended the wake should be happy of how rich my life had been, and I would have died as a gutsy, happy, old lady who had experience the full cycle of life and had no regrets about it.

As quoted from the book, “Tuesdays with Morris” -> “when you learn how to die, you will learn how to live”

Fitness and health

I did not care much about health when I was a kid. I was a skinny kid to start with, I ate all kinds of shit and I was still underweight. So much so that, I actually received FREE milk everyday from my primary school, under the “Nutrition Diet” scheme. Yeah, the teachers assumed that my family was too poor to feed me. Well, I wasn’t complaining, I LOVE the chocolate milk… the banana flavor was gross though.

Then as a teenager, I just made sure that I wasn’t fat. That was rather easy. From a skinny kid, I grew up to be a skinny teenager. Nothing was really wrong with me, except that I had scoliosis -> a crooked spine. However, my curvature was considered mild up to the point when I was 16. I wasn’t physically active though, and I didn’t participate in many sports. My ECA at that time was Chinese Orchestra… the only exercise I had was using my fingers to strum the Zhong-Luan (a kind of Chinese guitar). I guess I can say that I had really fit fingers, and that’s about it.

JC days, I decided that enough was enough, and I wanted a piece of action, sun, and a more.. ahem, “full” body. (yah, I didn’t have much of a boob when I was 16) I took up soft ball as my curriculum, and with trainings up to 3 times a day, I was much fitter, I could run faster, I grew taller, I had a slight tan (I belong to the vampire tribe, I simply can’t get a nice, honey tan), and suddenly, I grew boobs! (Yay!) However, it was also during this period that my spine’s curvature had gotten worse. From a mild curvature, it became “moderate”. Thankfully, it wasn’t serious enough to go under the knife, but the doc warned that I ought to keep a look-out for my back.

University days – my metabolism rate was still healthy, I could eat suppers, snacks, junk food, pigged out and stayed slim. I didn’t have much of a problem with my weight. I continued to play sports, ran/jogged occasionally and I danced (mambo… if that’s counted) on a weekly basis. So, I guess my fitness level wasn’t too bad.

The twenties (working, young adult stage) – as I was based in the US for almost 2 years, it was during that period that I learnt a new word, “chubby”. I wasn’t fat –fat, especially if you compared me with the Americans, but the huge food portions and the false security blanket of being surrounded by people who were bigger than me, caused me a rather significant weight gain. I wasn’t aware of my “state” until I was back in Singapore, and with then-boyfriend-now-husband constant nagging about my “chubby” size.

Since then on, it has been a struggle to stay in shape. I have to work out like mad to look normal. It doesn’t help that I am quite a foodie and have an alcoholic husband who drinks every night. Now that I am in my early 30s, I can feel a significant slow down in my metabolism rate, just breathing air seems to make me put on weight.

So for the past year, I have been reading up on health issues and weight maintenance self-help books. Sigh… yep, I’ve never thought that I’ll also have to resort to self-help books. However, I have discovered valuable information that help me eat better, exercise more efficiently, and basically have a higher energy level!

I am still learning and still in the quest towards a fitter and leaner body. This will be a life-long process… I wouldn’t exactly say that I enjoy keeping fit and I am still immensely jealous of friends who are naturally slim. Nonetheless, I really do enjoy the process of learning more about my body and keeping it in optimal shape.

Nothing is more precious than a healthy body and mind…. And yet, so many people take it for granted. I hope for those who are reading this post, will take a moment to appreciate your healthy, well functioning organs and limbs, and not take them for granted!

Project Habitat: Update 2

Finally gotta see the Designer yesterday for a final discussion on the layout, with colored print-outs of the new design.

I must say that I’m really impressed. It actually turns out much better than I thought. Very cool… in fact, I’m beginning to wonder whether the new place will be “too cool”.

Although I do like my place to be gorgeous and to-die-for, I know that it’s not really practical to LIVE in a showflat. Unless I have 2 maids to clean the place and basically clear my mess 24/7.

Secondly, I kinda feel sorry for my unborn children already. Because both of them will have to squeeze in ONE bedroom, while mummy and daddy will have a 8-panel closet with an island to keep (or should I say “display”) daddy’s cuff links and Hermes belts. On one hand, I will like to have 3 bedrooms, each child to have his/her room but on the other hand, I’ll like to have a kick-ass master bedroom.

Argh…. I guess I just have to pick my favorite child to stay in the 1 spare bedroom, and the other will just have to make do with the Store Room instead.

Poor kid.

End of 2009

Time of the year to reflect upon what had happened for the past 1 year… with my fuzzy memory, I remembered that:

I got married, went for a kick-ass honeymoon in Japan, bought a multi-generation HDB flat, failed my CFA level3, slapped myself for not buying more equities in March 09 and hold till Dec 31 2009.

Besides the above, I am in good health and everyone around me is also still well and alive. That alone, is the best part of 2009.

Going forward, here’s what to expect:

1) My long-awaited, designer flat. This designer and contractor better be good…. The renovation is stretching to 6 months and I’m about to DIE with anticipation already!

2) I gotta pass my CFA Level 3 and be a real CFA -> Certified Financial Analyst. Yes, I really do need that title to boost my ego.

3) Put my green fingers to test. My new place will be a little green house. Hrm…. If I didn’t inherit my mum’s genes, too bad. I’ll be buying fake greens instead then.

4) Adopt 2 bunnies? Although hubby is more keen to keep a pair of cats as pets… but seriously, cats and dogs are simply too demanding. If the bunnies don’t work out, I can always cook a rabbit stew with truffles instead.

5) Be a domestic goddess. I can’t wait to cook and eat, cook and eat, cook and eat in my brand new dry-and-wet kitchen, with an island, a kick-ass oven, a small herb garden and many days of dinners with friends.

Hopefully, 2010 will be a good year as well! Happy new year and may 2010 be a fruitful year for you!

10 weird things about me…

I’ve just read another blogger’s post about her 10 weird things, and to keep the spirit of “10 weird things” alive, I have to share 10 weird and totally honest things about myself or else… I will never strike lottery in my entire life. (Or something really bad along that line)

Ok, here goes:

(1) I daydream almost everyday about what I’ll do with the 2 million bucks if I ever strike TOTO or the Big Sweep. It keeps me going every morning; especially when my equity investments are under-water or when I feel broke. (that’s almost everyday, now that my new place is under renovation)

(2) I have already picked names for my future children and pets. Well… I might never, ever own a parrot, but I already HAVE a name for my parrot if I ever have one! Similarly, I do not have children at the moment, but I have already decided on their names, regardless of whether Hubby likes the names or not.

(3) I am a tree-hugger at heart. I recycled what-ever I can at home. I’ll sort out the rubbish and dispose them in the designated recycling bins near my block. I keep a set of chopsticks & spoon, and fork & spoon in office so that I do not have to use disposables when I lunch in. I also bring my own grocery bag when I do marketing and recently also started to bring my own shopping bag, so that I do not use paper bags/plastic bags during shopping sessions.

(4) I still get nervous whenever I drive. That’s partly because I do not drive often enough. But I do make sure that I drive at least once a week (courtesy to Kahshare Rental) to improve on my driving, and most importantly, PARKING.

(5) I am quite a paranoid. I’ll always buy Travel Insurance whenever I travel, even a short trip to Malaysia. Before the trip, I’ll email my brothers the details of ALL the insurance plans that I have, and all the bank accounts as well. Then I’ll pray to who-ever-is-up-there that I’ll make it home alive and well.

(6) I dream to be a Stay-At-Home-Mum who runs her own business and yet, can look after her kids at the same time. Once again, I do not have kids yet; guess I’ll look into this when I eventually have kids.

(7) I have scoliosis, which means that I have a curved spine. For a period of time, I was so resentful of my abnormal curvature that I dreaded the mirror and moped around, feeling so sorry for myself. Then I started volunteering at RDA and realized my so-called “disability” is nothing compared to the kids who have real disability. I am just glad that I can walk normally; I have hands and fingers to type my emails, cook, wash my clothes, and basically be a normal person.

(8) I worry CONSTANTLY that I will age faster than Hubby. To start with, Hubby has a super baby-face, and he is currently in some dragon-boat team, training hard every weekend. Hubby’s like Benjamin Button, he is getting hunkier as he aged?! Not that I am complaining since I get to “enjoy” his hard work (wink wink). But that gives me a lot of pressure to look youthful. I do not wana look like his elder sister when we’re out!

(9) I cry easily. Read a book, cry. Watch a movie, cry. Listen to a song, cry. Someone is sad, cry. Someone is happy, also cry.

(10) I always overeat. This is a bad habit that I’ve been trying to kick. The thing is that my brain seems to be unusually slow to detect that I’m actually full. And by the time I recognize that I’m about to explore with food, it will be too late. Then I’ll spend the rest of the evening feeling sick and the following weeks, feeling fat.

Yup, 10 weird things about me. Happy holidays!

First to call my own…

I’m so excited! I’m going to collect my very first digital camera ever in about 1 hr’s time!

Can you believe that in my 30 years of life, I have yet to own a digiCam? I’ll usually borrow a Casio ex-slim from Hubby, or I’ll just use my camera-phone if I need to take any pictures.

I guess the issue is that, I seldom take any pictures to start with… There are always someone else, carrying a DSLR taking pictures anyway. All I need is to pose, be polite and ask someone to take pictures for me, and then I’ll just go Facebook and copy the photos.

Even when I am on a holiday, Hubby will be the one taking the photos and I’ll just…. Well, stand and look around. Observe the surroundings and take mental photos in my brains.

That used to work…. Until I realized that I am getting old and fuddy, and cannot exactly remember places and people anymore... ...

And yet, I scoff at the idea of carrying a brick around my neck. The whole idea of a holiday is to be carefree and enjoy myself, instead of fuddling around with high-tech equipment (ie: DSLR camera, with 1 extra lens, with a tripod, spare battery and a camera backpack) that is 30% of my bodyweight.

However, with an up & coming trip to Taiwan with my family, I think it’s time to buy a decently small yet powerful camera and take some memorable pictures! Especially since this is my first family trip ever, and I’ll really like to take more pictures of my mum… … … Pictures that will allow me to show MY grand children how great their grant-grandmother was…

So, after some research, I chanced upon Canon Powershot S90 from the famous blog: ieatishootipost, where the blooger, Dr. Leslie Tay gave his honest review on the camera. After viewing some of the pictures taken by this small and compact camera, I am totally sold!

This must be THE only compact camera with manual settings where you can control the ISO, shutter-speed and shoot in RAW format. Well, other than Panasonic LX3. However, this S90 is easily 20% smaller and sleeker than the LX3.

Well… it is still NOT a DSLR, so gotta managed your expectations. But for such a small compact camera, this sounds as good as it gets.

Ok, I’ll collect the camera later during lunch, and play around with this new baby and see how I’ll like it?!

I am so excited! Ahhhhh!

Pretty Woman

Feeling ugly today. Urgh. Even the new intern dresses better than me.

It is such a hassle to be a woman. Gotta watch my hair, face, figure, nails, legs… Argh, I’m going crazy already!

I think most girls find doing girly things fun. Facial, shopping for new clothes & shoes, going for pedicure, shopping for make-up … … etc.

For me, I’m doing the bare minimum just to look presentable. I’ve never been trendy to start with. I just make sure that I look okay so that I do not embarrass my friends or my hubby when we walk together.

For special occasions, I will make an effort to dress up. Got to at least show some respect to the hosts of the gala dinners or weddings or parties, and since I do not attend such events often, it can be rather fun to play “dress-up” once a while.

But normal day-to-day… I can be rather nonchalant. Come’on, my brain cannot function at 7 am in the morning, the act of mix-and-match is beyond me. I just grab what-ever has been ironed. And I only iron my clothes once every few years…

But, today… it hit me that I really gotta watch my dressing. I look really STUMPY today. Urgh… like an auntie.

Time to go shopping during lunch.

Cookbooks vs recipes from the internet

I have never bought a cookbook in my life. EVER.

I’ve always thought that why would anyone buy cookbooks when you can:

(1) Borrow from the library
(2) Tons of FREE recipes from the internet
(3) Free recipes from cooking blogs
(4) Recipes from Telly programs on Channel 16: Discovery Travel and Living
(5) FREE recipes from newspapers (eg: Sunday Times) and magazines (Ok, not exactly Free free since you have to buy/subscribe for the papers/mags in the 1st place)

So far, whatever I’ve cooked are from the above mentioned resources. I simply cannot bring myself to buy any cookbooks.

But I realized that I ENJOY receiving cookbooks as presents! Quite a while back, hubby bought 2 cookbooks from some crazy discounted store at $10 each, really cheap for a fully illustrated cookbook. I just LOVE looking at beautiful pictures of beautiful food. In fact, I’ll just read them again and again, just to look at the pictures and fantasize about myself cooking these dishes and throwing awesome dinner parties, and people will swoon at my wonderfully-cooked, beautifully presented dinner.

All these will be a reality once I have my own place! But of course, I need to practice on my cooking 1st…

So, hrm… in case for those who wonders about what gifts to buy for me, a cookbook will always be appreciated! Doesn’t have to be expensive, a $10 book was enough to keep me very happy for days!

In fact, I’ll definitely cook you a meal or bake you a cake from the very same cookbook!

Update Project Habitat: All walls are down…

Finally, we are almost done with all the hacking.

Flooring is totally gone, and all walls except a “half-wall” are hacked away. Currently, we need to touch base with the Designer to why that half-wall is still there…

Except for the perimeter walls, we basically hacked all the walls. Yes, ALL THE WALLS. In total we have hacked 11 walls. ELEVEN walls?!?!

Except for the pillars, everything is down. And finally, I realized how big this apartment truly is… … …

This project is getting more exciting!

I feel like a business partner…

Basically there isn’t much change to my life although I got married. Except that my so-called husband is behaving more like a business partner instead of a husband.

We talk about almost nothing but money. Or how to make more money. Whether in 3 years time we can afford to buy a 2nd apartment. Whether we can upgrade ourselves to a District 9 or 10 address before we hit 38? Yup, 38 and not 40. Because “Biz Partner” here is very competitive and want to lead the high life before he is 40.

I am getting tired of this. Not the least say, very, very pressurized. It’s almost like I’m reporting to my boss about our AUM (Asset Under Management) on a monthly basis. I’ve to draft out my next 3 years of “saving-cum-investment plan”, and have to aim to hit my KPI (Key Performance Index) in order to be a good wife. I am NOT joking. We seriously did sit down to talk about all these. The only thing lacking was an official Business Plan.

To look at it positively, it is good financial planning. In the beginning, it was also quite cool to talk about financial terms, or to show off my financial jargon with someone who can actually understand (other than fellow colleagues). But after a while, it isn’t fun anymore. I have to constantly know whether the Hang Seng Index is up or down, or whether there are any new promising stocks to buy. Or “what is the latest market trend.”

I DO NOT FREAKING CARE ABOUT WHAT IS THE FREAKING MARKET TREND AT FREAKING 1130 PM??!!!

Ok there. I got it out of the system.

I admire him for being so driven. But now, it seems almost like an obsession. It’s not like we don’t have enough to eat or spend. In fact, both of us are financially savvy enough to be rather comfortable actually.

Contentment is the key to happiness. I aim to be happy. I don’t need to be rich to be happy. Yes, I belong to the camp of poor people who always tell themselves that money isn’t everything.

I still believe money isn’t everything.

Life of a stray dog…

For those who know, I’m almost running a mini-SPCA at home… My mum is a very kind hearted lady who ends up adopting a few stray cats and these kitties are now part of the family and are very much loved.

She is also part of the “reserved” team of aunties of the Cat Welfare Society, as like if those aunties are too sick/out-of-town to feed the neighborhood cats, my mum will stand in for a few days…

A few months ago, I got to know that my mum has also adopted a few stray dogs near her work place. According to her, there are about 7 stray dogs living in a quiet corner of the CBD area. I’m not going to pinpoint the exact location, in case the AVA decided to cull the dogs…

According to my mum, previously these strays were being fed by a kind-hearted soul, but somehow, the mysterious kind-hearted soul stopped showing up and these poor dogs began to starve.

Seeing those skinny strays looking frantically for food, my mum begun to feed these dogs with her left-over lunch or dinner. Obviously that was not enough for a pack of 7 dogs… then she started to COOK meals for the dogs. She will usually cook some cheap cuts of pork with unpolished rice, and make a conscious effort to feed the dogs in the evenings.
Even during her off-days, she would still make her way down at night to feed the dogs.

2 days ago, I decided to tag along with Mum to take a look at these dogs. Due to the up-and-coming Taiwan trip, she has begun to worry about these poor dogs and whether they can survive for 9 days without her. These dogs are REAL strays, which mean that they are wary of humans, and are not happy puppies which will run up to you to be petted.

There were only 3 dogs when we arrived at the site. Mum said that we were late and a bunch of them had already gone out scavenging for scraps. The remaining 3 were left behind to protect their home turf. They kept their distance when we poured the food into 2 buckets that served as feeding trays and didn’t approach until we walked away.

They were really thin and mangled-looking. They had to fend for themselves, no proper shelter and had to scavenge for scraps just to survive. All these are grown dogs and I do not think it’s possible to re-house them to be domesticated pets. Nonetheless, they are sweet-natured and seem to understand that we’re here to feed them, and were actually quite docile.

Any kind souls out there who is willing to pop by every 2 days to provide some fresh water and food for the dogs while we’ll be away for 9 days?

My 1st trip ever… with Mum.

Coming this Jan, I’ll be on a 9-days trip to Taiwan with my mother, my 1st younger brother (I have 2 younger brothers) and his girlfriend (my future sister-in-law??)

Although I’ve been to Taiwan before, and I’ve also traveled with my brother before, but this is the very first time that I’ll be bringing my mum on a holiday. And since brother is bring his GF along; I guess Mum will be MY primary responsibility.

I’m excited and apprehensive at the same time. I’m excited that I can dote on my mum and finally sponsor her holiday but I don’t whether my mum will drive me crazy with her usual nagging or her typical-auntie remarks or actions of extreme frugality…

We (my 2 brothers and I) took about a month to convince my mum to take a holiday to Taiwan… My long-suffering mum has never boarded on a plane in her life nor has she ever traveled anywhere further than M’sia. And yet she kept telling us not to waste money, and insisted that she did not want to go.

It was only after I lied that I’ve already bought the tickets that she finally relented and agreed to go on a “waste money” trip to Taiwan.

Then she started nagging on who’s going to look after the cats while she’s not around in Singapore, who’s going to clean the house... …etc. Thankfully, this is when a 2nd brother is most useful. Ha.. ;).

I just hope that this trip will not ruin our existing, fragile mother-and-daughter relationship!

Project Habitat: I think I can bake…

I’ve never, never really baked anything in my WHOLE life.

Well… Home Economics’ classes didn’t really count.

Key reason to that is because I’ve never had a proper oven ever.

My mum is a really good cook, but she only cooks Chinese dishes and I doubt she has ever used an oven before. So while growing up, no oven.

Then I moved over to the States for 2 years, there was an oven in the kitchen, but I used that to roast chickens, beef, turkeys… Somehow, it didn’t hit me to bake a cake, nor even a cookie.

Then I’m back in Singapore and camped with the in-laws… and still no freaking oven for me to bake a cake?!?!

Argh… so after all these years, I’m still a bake virgin.

But now with my new place coming up, I started researching on the brands and types of ovens. I started to look at cake mixers and have already decided on the brand and COLOR of the standing cake-mixer that I wanted.

I fantasize about me standing in my big, airy, wonderfully new kitchen, making cakes, soufflés and macarons… … …

Yup, I think I can finally bake. But I need my kitchen to be ready!

p/s: renovation haven’t started yet. We’ll take over the keys officially on this coming sat, and once HDB approves the reno permit, then we’ll be all ready to start hacking!

Holloween Costume: Retired Hooter Girls

This really cracks me up. I was laughing non-stop for 5 mins when I saw this. HAHAHAHA.

I love Halloween!

Dressing up for Halloween…

A conversation with Hubby last night.

Me: If you were to go to a Halloween party with me, what will you dress up as, dear?

Hubby: Hmmmm…. *deep thoughts* ...... ...... ..... I’ll be Astro Boy.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…. *burp*

I think my hubby will make a really good Astro Boy. In fact, knowing him, he will most probably wana show off his body and go around half-naked.

But… I’m just afraid that people will mistake him as Bruno instead.

p/s: if I ever have a son, I’ll dress him up as Astro Boy. So cute!

What exactly do I do for a living?

I realized that I do not actively talk about my job. So much so that, some of my friends do not know exactly what I do for a living…

There’s a reason to why I do not actively talk about my job, unless that person is in the same industry as I am.

The reason is that people will usually ask “what stock will you recommend ah?”

And I’ve learnt not to “anyhow” give advice.

Yes, I’m in the asset management industry, working in a small boutique fund that specializes in stock markets in Singapore, M’sia and HongKong.

Yes, I look at stocks and shares everyday and reading financial newspapers & financial magazines is part of my job. I get to attend briefings and meetings with the management of listed companies, and get to ask questions directly to the CEOs or CFOs on how they run the company.

But no, we are still a small fund and I primarily look at small-cap companies, ie: companies with market capitalization of less than US$500 mil.

Anyway, back to the issue to why I do not actively talk about my job is that I do not want to give advice to what is the “best” stock to buy now… or “is this the time to enter the market?” or “is the worst really over? Will we see a double dip?”

Seriously, if I can answer all those questions with confidence, I will be a stay-at-home-Trader and making tons of money. I doubt even the Guru of all Gurus, Warren Buffet can answer to those questions with conviction (ok, except for the “best” stock to buy now, I’m sure he can recommend a few to you)

I’m more than willing to discuss and offer my personal opinions. But, please do not ask me anything too technical. I wouldn’t want to be blamed for your losses. And even if you make $$, I cannot get to earn any commission either.

So, better to just keep quiet.

Project Habitat Update

Update: NOTHING is going on at Project Habitat yet. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.

I have many friends who asked, whether our new place is ready or are we moving in soon…

Hrm, the seller is still staying at OUR new flat. Previously when we bought the resale flat, the then-owner already mentioned that if the sale were to go through, they will need to rent for at least 1 month.

So now, we gotta honor that agreement although we are dying to start the renovation. DYING…. In fact, we’ll most probably start immediately the moment the occupants move out.

I can’t wait!

Why are these chairs so expensive?!

I’m a sucker for chairs. Whenever I’m at a furniture store or some lifestyle shop, the first place I head for is the Chairs Section.

And I will not leave until I’ve sat on EVERY chair.

Not sofas, but chairs. Somehow, chairs just speak to me. Be it armchairs, dinning chairs, study chairs, even stools, I also like!

And now that I begin shopping for furniture, it just hit me how bloody expensive these chairs can be.

To pay 3k+ for an armchair is rather insane… And these aren’t even designer chairs. Those, I heard go into 5 digits?!?!

These are just made-to-order chairs. Yes, I know it’s made of calf leather. And yes, I know that it’s hand-made, and yes, I know it looks quite expensive BUT STILL?!?!

Ok, maybe I can understand why armchairs can be so expensive. After all, a good leather, cool-looking armchair can be a signature item of the house.

But why are dinning chairs so expensive too?!?! Just a few pieces of wood/plastic/cushion what… Seriously, these people are ripping me off.

OK, maybe it’s time to go into the furniture trade. Maybe I’ll learn how to make chairs instead. I’ll bring in a chair-making master from Thailand or Bali, and I’ll be his apprentice for 3 years and after that I can specialize in making chairs! And in time to come, I can become a Chair-making Master and impart my wonderful chair-making skills to my disciples.

Till then…. I just have to find some other places that sell cheaper replications of what I want…

Project Habitat

Yup, I’ve decided to name my latest and most expensive project ever as “Habitat”. Brought my ID (Interior Designer) and contractors down to my new place last night and the 1st thing that all 3 of them said:

“Woah, must hack until siao”, ie: bonkers.

The new place is not that new, in fact, the flat is 23 years old and the current owners didn’t exactly take good care of the flat. Thus, everything has to go, and I mean EVERYTHING.

Every tile, almost all the walls, windows, doors, cabinets, toilets… you name it, it has to go.

It is strangely rather exciting and liberating to know that everything gotta go. I CANT wait for them to hack. I feel that this place has so much potential to be a really interesting apartment because the layout is so different and I have a lot of space to play with.

Although the ID has already come up with a really cool layout, but after surveying the actual site, he said he needed to see the raw beams and columns before he can promise anything.

Project Habitat is going to be very exciting!

Vertical gardens

Another sign that I’m getting old… I wana pick up gardening.

I know… that’s SO auntie rite? No offence to fellow gardeners, The typical image of a garden is a middle age auntie, who is slightly pudgy, wearing some baggy old T-shirt with old faded shorts. Messy hair in a grandma-bun and of course, classic yellow rubber gloves.

Yup, that’s my idea of someone who enjoys gardening, and yup, I’m describing my mum up there.

But seriously, how many young, hot, sexy gardeners are there out there? Well, I might not be that young anymore but I can still work on the “hot and sexy” part. Ha…

I haven’t really planted anything in my life yet. I mean, how difficult can gardening be rite?
Wrong! Apparently, keeping plants alive and healthy is quite a task. Keeping plants green and not brown seems harder than it looks. Anyway, it will be very soon for me to find out whether I inherit my mother’s green fingers. Since I’m going to have a pretty big balcony at my new place, both hubby and I have decided to do some major “landscaping” work and have already set aside a budget for plants and greenery.

Recently, vertical walls are in vogue. It sure looks cool and super relaxing, but I simply cannot imagine the work to maintain a “living wall”… If you have been to the new T3 at Changi Airport, you’ll know what I’m talking about. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s really very relaxing to look at plants cascading down a wall… leaning over the railing, swaying slightly to the breeze (in T3’s case, it was the draft of the air-con. Haha)

But a girl can dream right? Ahhh… looking at that wall is making me relaxed already.

Movie Trailer of Julie & Julia

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjvJHsJD8ic

Pathetic blogger

I think I’m the worst blogger ever. I’m lazy, I do not update my blog regularly, too lazy to take pictures of whatever-i-eat-or-do, even lazier to post them. Not to mention that even if I do take pictures and actually take the effort to post the pictures, the photos suck because I’m such a lousy photographer.

Nonetheless, I still cannot really bring myself to close this blog. The very reason why I wana keep this blog going is that, if ever, one day I passed away suddenly or die young, then my hubby, friends and brothers can have something to read and remember me by…

Kind of a morbid thought, but that’s the key reason why I keep this thing going.

Ok, although I’m pretty sure not many people actually read this, but I will try to make an effort to make this blog a little more interesting.

But, nope. Im no Julie Powell, some spunky lady who decided to blog about her adventures when she decided that she needed to work on a project to prove her self-worth: to cook 524 dishes in 365 days from Julia Child’s recipe book. And from her very popular blog, she ended up writing and publishing a book, and Tadah! Now her book is being made in a movie, starring Meryl Streep!

How cool is that?! The film: “Julie and Julia” is based on two true stories; one is about a lady, Julia learning how to cook at age 37 while she was in Paris; another one is also about a lady, Julie learning how to cook to get her dignity back while staying in New York.

I’m so going to catch this movie!

Rider’s Lodge

Finally, I made my way to Rider’s Lodge in Johor, Kulai. Courtesy to D who organized the 1/2 day trip and to K who was so nice to be the designated driver.

We headed off early, meeting at 6.15 am and everyone was punctual! A great start to a good day, in about 1.5 hrs drive, we arrived at Rider’s Lodge.

This was my first official riding class ever since I came back from the US. I did a crash course previously somewhere near Boston where we did a trail to the mountains to enjoy the dazzling colors of the fall. The slightly cool air, coupled with the amazing colors of red and orange was simply breath-taking. We even spotted a deer and a wild turkey. I still remembered that my horse was a clam, old chestnut, and we were riding “western” style, ie: cowboy style, which is different from the English method that is more popular in this part of the world.

It was such a pleasant experience that I’ve always wanted to go it again. And finally, at Rider’s Lodge, I get to learn how to ride again.

Just sitting on a walking horse isn’t that difficult, but sitting with the correct posture and LOOKING graceful is rather hard. Learning how to move with the horse while it’s trotting/galloping is even more challenging.

I was having such a hard time trying to stay in rhythm and half the time, I thought I was going to fall off the horse. Since I’m like the most accident-prone person in the world (according to my hubby), I was really scared that I’ll fall off and break my hip or leg or anything.

Nonetheless, it was a really, really enjoyable experience! I’ll definitely want to do it again. Heard that the new Equestrian Centre at Kranji will be opening in Nov that will save the hassle of driving up to M’sia.

Fail Fail Fail

Ok, failed the CFA level 3 exam. G.R.E.A.T.... ... ... ... ... Gotta re-take next June. Just the thought of it is enough to make me vomit.

O well, just gotta suck it up. Wailing about doesnt exactly help either. *Playing the violin and making a lot of angsty noise actually did help me feel much better*

Argh... Dun bug me. Im all grumpy and angsty rite now.

Anime: La Corda d'Oro Primo Passo

Ok, too lazy to blog about the food trip in KL-Ipoh anymore. Memory getting hazy anyway. ;)

Anyway… life after exam is indeed good. The moment my exam was over, I’ve been busy keeping myself occupied.

Other than pigging out in M’sia, I also caught up with all the korean dramas that I’ve always wanted to watch. “Boys Before Flowers, Coffee Prince, My Girl and Full House.”
By my 4th consecutive K-dramas, I had such a severe overdose that I swore that I’ll never watch another K-drama again… ha. Nonetheless, best K-drama of all time gotta be Boys Before Flowers.

Then I started cooking again! Didn’t really do anything ambitious due to the limited space in parents-in-law’s kitchen and the lack of an oven. So gotta concenrate on Chinese cooking instead. Learnt to make Ngo Hiang, Wasabi prawns, wantons and claypot rice. Still cant wait for my dream kitchen at my new place…

Hang out with the horses at RDA again… was comtemplating whether to take up riding classes in Singapore but vomited when I saw the cost of lessons. Think I’ll give it a pass for now… I’ll rather do a crash course in M’sia or something…

Then I started on my violin classes, yay! Much to the dismay of my neighbours and fellow family members, I’ve been practising on my violin rather religiously. I aim to play something decent by end of this year… I tell myself that I’ll play Canon in D major someday….

So, to keep my enthusiasm going, I’m currently watching an anime, La Corda d'Oro Primo Passo. It’s about a girl who has no musical background but somehow chanced upon a “music fairy” who granted her a magic violin. And that’s how her advanture with music and fellow musicians begin. A rather educational anime since I get to learn a lot about classical music in a very fun way… heh, I can totally relate to the heroine in the anime… except of the magical violin part.

I just hope that I can pass my level three exam! Results will be out soon. Or else, I’ve to go through another year of mugging and suffering… Noooooooooooooooooo.

Wana post some pictures from Ipoh (part 1) before I proceed to Part 2!


Monster Sea Cucumber at Teck Kee Ipoh. My hand is barely half its length and not even as wide! This dish is ROCKS!

Monster chicken from Man Zhong Ipoh. This is ONE chicken, NOT TWO. How can a single chicken has so much meat???!! Nuts....

Beek Noodle at Tungkak.

Monster prawns at Tangjong Tualang. A close up pic where you can see the roe of the prawns at the heads if you look carefully enough.

Ta-dah! Monster prawns. Some are even bigger than my hand. Geez....

Food trip to Ipoh & KL. (Part 1: Ipoh)

Ok… this is not for the faint hearted. I know this bunch of people are serious foodies, but seriously, our food guide, Dr Wong, in my opinion, the is ultimate Food God who really knows where are all the good stuff.

Warning: super long post.

A total of 12 of us, packed into 3 cars and 2 bikes headed to Ipoh and KL for the ultimate 5-days-4 nights of mega-pig-out sessions.

The very 1st pit-stop was at Tungkak, which is famous for its beef noodles. The version of Tungkak’s beef noodle comes in the form of a super tasty clear broth, with beef and noodles. It was pretty good, but this dish didn’t rock my world. Personally, I will not drive all the way to Tungkak just have a bowl of Beef noodles.

After that, we basically “cheong” for the next 3.5rs to Gopeng (outskirts of Ipoh) to Tanjong Tu-alang to eat some monster prawns. And Geez…. These prawns were indeed the gorzilla types. Each prawn was longer than my hand??!! In fact, the gem lies in the prawn roe, they were so sweet and fragrant that they could easily be mistaken for crab roe!!

This Zhi Char place at Tanjong Tu-alang was indeed fantastic. It was super ulu though…. So ulu that even the GPS didn’t have its address. But, of course, our Food God can always find his way to good food.

After that, another 1 hour’s drive and we hit Ipoh. 1st dinner was at Public Restaurant, aka “Man Zhong”. Due to a special request from our good friend, Porky A, Dr. Wong ordered 2 roasted suckling pigs. TWO??!! Who in the right mind will eat TWO suckling pigs in one sitting??!! Well… this bunch of crazy people actually did. Dr. Wong also ordered a sterilized-rooster steamed in chicken broth, and the chicken was basically a cousin of Gorzilla. It was the size of 3 chickens combined??!! Seriously… Everyone almost fainted when we saw the size of the chicken.

HOW CAN ANYTHING GROW SO BIG??!! Apparently, sterilized cocks can.

The gorzilla chicken was too tough for my delicate palate, and basically I think this chicken had died in vain as most of us didn’t/couldn’t appreciate it.

Next day’s breakfast was a military exercise. All of us gathered at 6.45 am and “cheong” to this kopitiam, located at the Old Town of Ipoh. I’ve forgotten the name of this Kopitiam, but it is directly opposite of the famous “Nan Xiang” kopitiam.

According to Dr Wong, we had to arrive early because this place would get really crowded after 7 am, and he was right. Shortly after we were seated, there was this tour bus that dumped tens of local tourists and the kopitiam got really busy.

Breakfast Part1: Curry Chee Cheong Fan (really good!), with super “gao” (Ie: thick) Old Town Kopi-O, M’sia style French toast, more kaya toast. And some even ate Hakka Yong Tau Foo.
After that, we hopped over to Nan Xiang Kopitiam and continued with Breakfast Part 2:
Penang style Char Kway Tiao, more Old Town Kopi-O, peanut pancakes (super crispy and fragrant).

By then, I was kinda bursting already.

Then we went for breakfast part 3: Another kopitiam to buy more Chinese pastry and Dr. Wong ordered a plate of roasted pork belly.

Argh…. How can these people eat like that??!!

Just when I thought I’m going to skip lunch, Dr. Wong bought 5 salted chickens, supposed to be really famous in Ipoh.

And fuah, IT WAS THE BEST SALTED CHICKEN THAT I’VE EVER EATEN IN MY LIFE. The meat was soft and yet firm (typical of kampong chickens, different from the “factory” chickens that we eat in Spore), it was nicely flavored with Chinese herb and, of course, salt. The chicken was done is a semi-steam/baked style, so the texture of the chicken is similar to our Hainanese chicken rice, but trust me, the flavor was like 100 times better.

It was so incredible… I think I ate almost 1 whole chicken by myself.

And just when I thought I REALLY couldn’t eat anymore for dinner, Dr. Wong brought us to Teck Kee Restaurant, one of the very best in Ipoh. And fuah, it was the best restaurant for the whole trip!

Every dish served was fantastic but the star dish is the monster sea cucumber braised with scallops, chicken and chestnuts (aka Gao Luck). The flavor was robust and sweet-in-the-savory way. The texture of the sea cucumber was chewy and “Q”… really really delicious lah. By the way, the sea cucumber was about 14 inches long??!!

And the best part, each of us only need to pay 30+ sing. Best!!!

Ok, and after that sumptuous dinner, we still manage to find some room to squeeze in Supper: Ipoh Horfan with chicken, porkballs and sprouts. There’s something about the water in Ipoh that the horfan was super silky and the sprouts were super fat and juicy!!

Ok, after that. I simply cannot eat anymore. In fact, I began to feel a bit ill…. We headed back to the hotel and I had to take a indigestion pill to keep my system going.

And that was just Day 2 in Ipoh.