Here are some cutsie homecook stuff from my household to ogle at.  Can you guess who made these? 

People, I’m having the blogging blues.  No, I’m not suffering from the writer’s block.  I have funny and yummy things to blog about but just not in the mood to write about them now.  I am so lethargic from all the posting. 

I’ve not even updated my Viva Woman blog for a day.  Which is rare.  I’ve got much to write about, and see…I’ve even got free samples from companies to review.  But I’m just not in the mood.

Maybe this will sound a little funny to some of you, but I’m suffering from the Google withdrawal symptoms.  Details of which I’ll spare you.  The gist of it is that the efforts I’ve put in building my other blog has suddenly come to nought.  Just overnight, like that.  And I don’t even know why.  It’s like being handed a penalty card for no rhyme or reason.

Oh well…I will bounce back tomorrow with my usual stuff.  I hope. 

And since I’m on the topic of blogging, I must as well bring up that this blog has been hit by so much spams lately that I cannot possibly sieve through my comment filters anymore.  Thus, if you’ve commented and your message does not appear in a day or two, please send me an email to notify me.

Cheers for now!

Yikes!  Mumsgather wants to drag me to this island in the sun!   I don’t mind the company nor the island, but I’m super afraid of the SUN.  It spells disaster for my skin!   I hope the island has lots of trees and shades.  And it better has Internet access too!

Okay, I’ll be a sport.  But I’ll make sure I’m fully geared first.  Sunblock, check.  Sunglasses, check.  Sunhat, check.  Comb, the most important, check.    

Okay, let’s invite some other ladies to join me.

Drag Ashes along.  She’s bound to have sunblock if I run out.  And if I forget my makeup and stuff, maybe she won’t mind sharing.   

Ask Iry and Doris along.  One’s an expert on undereye bags and circle.  Another is an expert on natural organic products.  Sure got many tips to pick up.  And Doris got her organic anti-bug balms to keep us all bug free!  Yay!

Invite Eileen and Jan along too.  Cos one’s going to pop in a couple of months and the other has been so busy, they two can do with a good sunny break I guess.  And of course I can learn a thing or two from them about parenting too.  Heh!

So ladies, do come to this nameless island and remember to bring friends!  The more, the merrier!

If you’ve read The Sunday Times, you’ve probably come across the story about how an 83-year-old man died last month after an Indonesian mud crab pricked and infected him with a type of flesh-eating bacteria known as Vibrio vulnificus.  He was washing the crabs to cook them when he grazed his left hand against the shell. 

I have somehow missed this piece of news earlier but when I read it on Sunday, I freaked out big time. 

DON’T COOK ANYMORE CRABS FOR ME PLEASE!   I told my man. 

If I want to eat crabs, I’ll eat it at the restaurants!

He had actually offered to cook his pepper crabs for me again soon. 

So on learning the reason, he decided to cook my next favourite seafood dish, which is prawns.  And he tried a new recipe he picked up from a TV program that Sunday afternoon. 

 To experiment, he bought smaller tiger prawns and whipped this up in half an hour.  I don’t have a name for this dish and while the prawns are not as great tasting as the pepper crabs of course, it was good enough for me.

I’ll definitely miss his pepper crabs alright.  But I can live without that.  I mean, no way am I going to eat my favourite dish at the expense of him. 

I maybe greedy.  But I’m definitely NOT silly.

Overheard at the train station:

A: Why did you have to throw a tantrum just now?
B: …
A: No, you tell me.  Why did you lose your temper?
B: …
A: No, you admit you lose your temper first.
B: …

A: Okay, say sorry.
B: …
A: Good.  But, next time you throw tantrum like that again, I will ignore you ah!
B: …

I wasn’t eavesdropping.  The conversation was loud enough to be heard by all of us standing around.

A is a grown up woman who looks to be in her late 20s or early 30s.  B is her dad.  She was apparently reprimanding her dad for antagonising her mother who was standing beside them all the while.  I didn’t hear what the dad said cos he was mumbling.

And I couldn’t help but giggled when I heard the conversation.  Because it reminded me of how most parents actually talk down to their kids.  Me included.

So I made a mental note to myself.

Better be nicer to him now.  Or else I might have to suffer payback when I’m old and senile.