Why You Little Minx.....

I met my sis and Joshie for breakfast at the kopitiam today...

After brekkie, we headed to a nearby shop while my sis looked at t-shirts for Josh.

Josh dragged me to the toys section of the store and started pointing out all the different toys.

"Ah Yee, Grandma bought me this (toy) yellow taxi. She was looking all over for the white one but she couldn't find it."

"Oh really?" I replied, and wandered away from the toy section.

Josh eventually dragged me back and slyly asked me in his oh-so-innocent 4 year old voice, "So Ah Yee.... which toy are u choosing to buy for me?"

"Me?! Why you sneaky little thing you...Buy you a toy? Which one you want?!" I replied, shocked that I got cornered by my minx of a nephew.

"I want the white taxi", he pointed to it on the shelf.

"But you already have the yellow one! It's exactly the same except in a different colour! No! Cannot anyhow waste money! I said sternly to him.

He sighed and said in a very grown up manner,"Don't worry Ah Yee... Money can always earn... You're working right?"

I was flabbergasted at his smart-ass reply and trying so hard not to laugh that I sputtered out, "That's not the point! You.. You.. Let's go find Mommy! I must tell Mummy about what you said..." and grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the store to report to my sister.

In my heart I thought he was so smart and I was so pleased that I wanted to buy him the taxi... But sorry Joshie... Mommy said no. ;p

(But I probably will get it for him one of these days just coz he's so cute. HeeHee.)

Later as we were walking to the bustop, I heard a Grandmother scolding her grandchild, "Shut up and walk! Keep quiet or I will slap your bloody mouth."

My Sis and I were so stunned.

I cant imagine any grandparent scolding their grandchild that way.... I know my parents love their grandkids to death... My Dad massages Josh's feet for God's sake.

I thought it was so sad. :(

Sigh.

Visitation Rights

Jem and I had an interesting visit the other day...

We had just driven home to Jem's place... we were coming out of the car and I was yakking away to Jem when I realised that he wasn't exactly paying attention to me.

He was staring at something off to my side. And when I followed his gaze, I blinked twice and stared blankly at it before I realised what it was.

It was the mother of all giant grasshoppers happily sitting on his car antenna.

I literally shrieked and jumped 3 feet into the air and somehow careened backwards in absoulte horror.

One passerby stared at me like I was mad. (Well you would scream too if you saw the size of it you prick! Harrumph.)

So we went up to Jem's place and I prayed that Mr. Grasshopper would go home.

I said, "If the grasshopper is still there when we come back down, I will take a pic."

When we got back to the car, Mr. Grasshopper was still there.

So I took a pic.



And OF COURSE the pic is blurry... my hands were shaking from sheer terror for God's sake.

We climbed back into the car (me, I threw myself into the front seat in a record of 2 seconds flat), when I had this funny feeling about Mr. Grasshopper.

I was about to say something to Jem about it when he turned to me and said, "You know, the other day when I attended my Uncle's funeral (he had just passed away the week before), I tied a ribbon on my car's antenna."

Oh.

Well... Hello Uncle.

Manga Mania

Spent a couple of days in chilly, rainy Manchester. (Escape from Singapore's searing weather! So hot here!!! Can die can??! ;p)

Anyway... I got to know a new colleague, who turned out to be Ron's friend! Super freaky. But it was nice. :)

Since he used to be a graphic designer, he dragged me to see a Manga exhibition at Manchester's Urbis museum.

Honestly, I was kinda reluctant, but it turned out to be quite interesting... especially the Hentai (adult sex comics) section. Whahahaha. It was only at that section that I got super excited. ;p

It was a pleasant trip. I hadn't had a nice trip in a long, long while.

Urbis in Manchester

Urbis Museum - "I Could Be Yours" (for the right price..! Any takers? No..? Sigh. ;p)



So cuutee the graphics. :)


I liked this.. I tot it was an interesting take of Da Vinci's "Vitruvian Man".


And look! A mention about Singapore! *Homesick* (This was part of a gardening exhibition, not the manga one if u wondering... hahaha)

Oh... Harry Kewell (the Liverpool football player) was on my flight!

God he is SOOOO cute.

Tee Hee. *gush*

That's it?

So it's only 5.98 this year.

I can't do math to save my life, but here's how I have figured out the equation to my sad 5.98.

5.98

+ No New LV/Gucci/Coach bag (because: One LV bag = One Washing Machine.)
+ Everything in savings for new house
+ no extra $$$
+ Sad Geri
+ Whiny and Pouty Geri

= Poor Jeremy

Boo Hoo.

(P.S. Dar can I still buy the new handphone though? Pleeaasseee? *bat eyelashes*)

Hello Cookie

Like.. How cute is this cookie??!



So cute hor? :)

Spotted it in the supermarket while in Brisbane. Cradled it all the way home just so the sugar coating wouldnt crack.

Kinda "heartpain" to eat it up...

But what the heck.



*chomp*

*wipe crumbs off lips*

Super Woman

I got back from work early this morning, had a few hours of sleep and woke up at noon.

I decided to give Jem a call and the first thing he says when he answers the phone is, "Daaarrrr... I'm siiccckkk...". I could so imagine him pouting at the other end of the line.

(Note: Jem is very whiny when he is sick. Really. And I'm so gonna get flak from him for saying this on my blog.)

So anyway... once he said, "sick" and "sore throat"... I immediately went into full Protective Wife/Mother Mode. *puts on super hero costume*

I jumped out of bed and decided... I'm gonna cook! I will boil soup and cook nourishing food for my poor dear! (Another Note: I've never REALLY tried cooking and marketing all by myself... imminent disaster ahead? ;p)

Without a second to waste, I hunted down my trusty old notebook with all the recipes my sister made me jot down inside, blew the dust off the cover and revealed the generations of secret recipes handed down from... erm.. my sister.

"What is not so oily to cook?" I pondered.

It wasn't the health benefits I was considering. It's coz I'm terrified of my Mum when she comes home to an oily house. My Sis and I have nicknamed her "The Sticky Floor Police". I swear she has sitcky/oily floor sensors on her feet that are beyond a regular human being's capabilities. She can feel a nano molecule of oil on the floor. You should see her when she puts one foot in the house and screeches, "Why the floor so stiicckkyy..??!!" It's terrifying. I swear.

Ok I'm sorry.. but I digress yet again.

So after flipping through the recipies, I settled on my Mum's (and my fav) Old Cucumber Soup with Pork Ribs and my Sis's Chicken Claypot Rice.

There I was, tromping off to the market, full of mission and zeal despite the swealtering mid day heat. Upon reaching the pork stall, I stood in front of the glass, staring at the different cuts of pork, without a clue what was what.

So the uncle asked in Mandarin, "Miss... what can I help you with?"

I replied, "I need pork ribs." Now, remember... my Mandarin SUCKS. And I, for the life of me, forgot how to say pork ribs in Mandarin.

I know, I know. How can I possibly NOT KNOW it's Bak Kut (in Hokkien)? Or Pai Gu (in Mandarin). Apparently it's possible. Coz I REALLY forgot.

He apparently didn't know what the f**k I was saying coz he was like, "HUH?"

In desperation and in my broken Mandarin, I resorted to pointing to my ribs. And saying I needed to boil soup. I needed the BONE.

He finally went. "OOOHHHH.. PORK RIBS!!"

Like.. fuck! Didn't I just SAY pork ribs??!! Jeezus.

So I got all my ingredients, treated myself to a cup of Bubble Tea (I figured I deserved it after the harrowing Pork Rib incident), and headed home.

I spent a surprisingly enjoyable 2 hours preparing the meal, dancing to MTV while stirring at the stove. I even tidied up my room, cleaned my aircon and laid out a towel and his clothes. (Service or waaat...? ;p)

I'm proud (and shy-less enough) to say that the meal came out a delicious sucess! Jem was so happy and so was I. :)

Now for my final parting words...

If Geri can cook... so can YOU!

Wahaha... ;p

And I Thought I Could Get Away From It All...

I'm typing this at some foodcourt internet kiosk in Brisbane.

Why?

1. The hotel internet sucks.
2.$2 for 21mins seems pretty reasonable
3. I'm kan cheong enough to check my email to see if any other hotels have gotten back to me regarding my enquiries. (They haven't, those bastards.)

I was happy enough to wake up and spend sometime by myself today.. with nothing better else than to think about where to eat and if there are any clothes at Supre to buy. Hehehe..

Apparently I thought I could just not care about the wedding stuff today.. Then I spotted this internet kiosk. And now Im back to worrying about the wedding stuff again. Bah.

Anyway thanks everyone for your suggestions.. :)

I'm hoping for good food at the dinner so I'm checking out Tung Luk's Club Chinois when I get back. AND they got the date I want. :) (I think unconsiously Jem and I picked an auspicious and highly popular date... geez.)

Anyway... good food in a hotel location! I think its hard to beat. ;p

Hope it looks nice.

Panic Attack

For the past two days I've been sitting in front of my computer calling calling calling.

Hotels, that is.

Oh, and it's to enquire for my WEDDING BANQUET.

Frankly, this is not turing out to be so fun afterall. ;p

Coz I'm on a budget and the hotels I really wanted only do like BIG BIG numbers (400 guests! I don't even have 40 friends to invite... *pout*).

I'm frankly quite trapped. And I need to confirm a date by this month if not the HDB will send someone to come after me with a parang.

ARRGGHH!!!!

Mebbe I should elope.

Mebbe I should consider a zhi char store at some kopi tiam. Then when Im bored during the banquet I can feed scraps to the stray cats under the table.

Sigh.

Hellppp Meeee....

Pandora's Box

I bought a box from Ikea and dumped in all the little knick knacks I bought from all over the world for my new home.

Truth be told, I was forced by my mum coz she was sick of having my stuff all over the place. ;p

To date I have inside:

- 1 clock from Bangkok

- 4 Chicken Bowls/Spoons (ALSO from bangkok)

- 1 bamboo breadbasket holder like thingee from Cambodia (strangely bought in Dubai coz Shireen brought me to some world fair... hehehe.)

- 1 windchime from the village of Beruil, Cervina (My fav souvenir!)

- 1 large "Blue Eye" symbol from Istanbul

- A whole bunch of mangnets to put on my fridge! ;p

I think my new house will look like a mess of rubbish knick knacks. But nevermind! At least next time I will have nice memories of my travels... And maybe one day point out to my children where Mummy had travelled to... :)

Im in Frankfurt now.. I cant WAIT to go home.

Im terribly homesick. :(