Archive for May 2010

BBQ in the garden

May 31, 2010

Last weekend, I discovered that my husband has never had a barbeque. I was surprised! We always talked about having a barbeque in the garden when we get a nice warm day but up to yesterday, I hadn’t realised he was a barbeque virgin!

Since H came down from London to spend a weekend with us and the weather was pretty decent on Sunday, we decided to finally put the barbeque gear we bought ages ago to good use. I marinated some chicken drumsticks, defrosted a packet of salmon fillets and pork sausages and skewered some vegetables.

H and R took turns barbequeing while I just sat there to enjoy the food. We ended the evening by pigging out on a chocolate ice-cream cake with frozen raspberries while watching Night At The Museum on telly.

Staying with us in the suburbs was a break from H’s usual busy lifestyle in London and I think precisely because there wasn’t much for her to do around here, she had a relaxing time. She didn’t get up one morning till noon, after R and I had long finished our coffee and bagels and were just about to weed the garden. The rest of the time she spent lounging on the sofa reading her book while we continuously fed her with homemade food, snacks and drinks.

Before she had to go she moaned, “I don’t want to go home! I eat so well here.” Indeed, H’s fridge back home is almost always empty if not stocked with a few ready meals whenever I visit. “This is the single person’s lifestyle,” she told me. To which I replied, “Hey we may not lead exciting lives but you sure can’t say you don’t eat well at ours!”

I heart weddings!

May 23, 2010

We had a lovely time in Kent last weekend attending my Japanese friend, M’s wedding. She broke the news to me that she was going to get hitched at my wedding in Singapore last October. When all the guests had left and she came around to our room to chat over a bottle of complimentary champagne, we learnt about this lucky man she was about to marry. At first she said she might need my help with organising her big day but as it turned out, she was very much a capable bride so I didn’t need even need to lift a finger.

Because they had already registered their marriage in Japan earlier this year, they held a blessing ceremony in church followed by a six-table dinner reception in a hotel. The weather was beautiful and l was lucky I managed to buy a decent and inexpensive dress large enough to fit the watermelon.

Most of us are not from the area and quite a number of her guests had flown in from abroad, so a lot of us stayed for a night at the hotel. Apart from being really proud and honoured to be invited to the wedding, I also really enjoyed having a sort of mini-holiday with R, catching up with old friends from University and meeting her family and two lovely Japanese girlfriends.

Sadly my Japanese is non-existent for I think it would have been enjoyable chatting to her parents who were so nice to me and expressed such interest in my bump. Through a few words of English, Japanese plus hand gestures, I understood that they wanted me to send them a picture of Bean when he’s born and the last thing they said to me before we parted was, “Gambette!” Oh how I love that. There is simply no English equivalent for it.

I just love weddings. They always make me cry, they always make me believe in love, they are always the beginning of something special and sacred.

Oh yeah, not.

May 18, 2010

Is this really Singapore’s cheer for the upcoming YOG? All I can say is – the lyrics are a bit naff, the actions make me crinch and I could have written the tune.


May 14, 2010

As an expectant mother, I was both incredibly saddened and disturbed when I read this book. In it, Xinran compiled story after story about Chinese mothers, who due to their circumstances, have had to abandon, give up or even kill their daughters. Women who gave birth to an endless stream of daughters were made to drown them in pails, or leave them at train stations, or give them up for adoption. As a mother-to-be, I find the thought of killing my baby immediately after delivering it revolting and unbearable. I’m not saying it was easy on these women. Which sane mother would want to kill her brand new minutes old flesh and blood, a life she has spent nine months painstakingly growing and nurturing? Which normal mother would want to be separated from her baby or dump her child by the roadside? Women really don’t have it easy and I applaud Xinran for bringing stories about their tenacity and courage through her many books. If you haven’t read any of her works, do it. Equally worth reading if you can get hold of a copy is Hsiao-Hung Pai’s Chinese Whispers, another book which almost reduced me to tears. Does life really have to be so hard?


May 10, 2010

The day I swallowed a watermelon.

Bean’s den

May 4, 2010

The nursery is finally ready! We wanted it to be cosy, simple and neutral, without using the gender stereotypical pinks or blues nor plastering it with Disney characters. I think we are both really pleased with how it turned out. You can read about it here.

Don’t test the limits

May 3, 2010

Did you hear about this?

When I first heard about what he’d done, I told R, “I TOTALLY understand why he did it.” That’s not to say I agree that his actions are right, but more like I can imagine how stressed he must have felt. The poor man had severe depression and anxiety and his class thought it would be great to wind him up on purpose and FILM the whole process. Perfect recipe for disaster.

R and I were both pleased when he was acquitted. We both agreed then that if Bean ever did something horrible like that, we hope his teacher will beat the shit out of him.