the race is on!

listen up. it's 4 months to feng. this is serious. nobody in my generation cooks this stuff anymore. nows the time to warm up to that fav aunty so that she will think of you when she starts portioning out the goods.

my mom has a friend who sells frozen feng. i mean she cooks the stuff then sells it by the portion, vacuumed packed and all. that's how i get my fix. it's kick-ass! digress ... do you think feng will taste any different if the bits were not so small? new-school feng? i think that if i did not have to microscopically cut the bits into 5mm blindingly small cubes, i'd prob cook up a pot myself. excuses....heh

feng is a pork mince curry - nothing is more eurasian than feng (except maybe devil's curry and the eagles). xmas is not complete without feng. it is best eaten after being refrigerated for a day or two, but weeks also can. it's made with pork-lean and bak- and pig innard. it's like eurasian kuey chap but neater and more mysterious because you never know what bits you've got in a mouthful. shoiks with crusty frenchie on the side.

i've heard cousins glorify it in song to the tune of FAME ... "feng! i'm gonna live forever ... i'm going to learn how to fly ... FENG!"

eurasians, cheesy music and xmas (with feng) .... can't wait : )

Long Live the King

It was a Church Event and the boys (youth band) and I decided to do some Elvis for the ppls.. its a short version.. so hope y'all like it..


PS - Dun comprain hor.. we aint pros! :)

mish mash

i saw broadway beng last night. it's been a while since i watched some theatre (if you cud call BB theatre). i used to be very artsy before the kids but now i'm just fartsy ... especially after a meal of beans. anyhoo, it was hilarious. the pronounced innuendos and hokkien expressions, he just lapped it up. i may not be able to lim peh kong but i sure as hell had a blast! thanks hor j, for showing me that i still have a life!

the kids have been ill lately and i have the damn weather to blame for my snotty bunch. brought the kids to the docs where we had to empty our pockets again, this time to the tune of 200 smackaroos. angel girl was prescribed a steroidal nose spray. freaking thing cost 43 bucks!

monkey boy just fell on his face ...... again. developed a "bah-luku" on this brow bone. this is after we warned him against jumping off the chair. he cried, and sobbed and cried some more. 15 mins later, he was at it again!

the hubs is away for the week. the man annoys me but i'm a sucker for pain. he's only been gone 15hrs and already i miss him heaps. so this begins my week of terror. 3 monkeys and mom (she's staying with me till hubs comes back on friday). that means every sound that comes from the cott = the baby is hungry. it's no wonder i was a fat kid! the feeding fetish aside, i dunno what i'll do without her.

it's only 930pm but i'm gonna call it a night. been awake since 5 and i'm all juiced out. toodles people!

I just Love Country…

Oh man.. I just so dig this song..(but being a male makes it difficult to sing it out loud la)..

This goes out to all ma’redneck sistas out there..


Redneck Woman by Gretchen Wilson

Well, I ain't never been the Barbie doll type
No, I can't swig that sweet Champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait
Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip

'cause I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah

Victoria's Secret, well their stuff's real nice
But I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV
I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me
Well, you might think I'm trashy, a little too hardcore
But in my neck of the woods I'm just the girl next door

I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah



www.gretchenwilson.com

the end of the begining of the end...

this is it guys. we knew this time would come that's why ivan and i decided to share a blog. we are both lazy and knew that if we had individual blogs, we would not have been able to sustain it ourselves. what we didn't count on, was both of us being lazy together and at the same time. sheesh!

to be fair, we both have recently been very consumed with life. I with my daughter's pri 1 registration and work & he with his family.

more and more, i find myself reacting to the moment. a pawn to those around me. i've always liked spontaneity, but this is ridiculous! everytime i make plans, i'm hit with a whopper and suddenly i'm off tangent and no longer in control. just 2 days ago, i finally had an excuse to go out after work. while browsing, mom calls and said that monkey boy had hit his head and blew chunks. annoyed that my "me time" was being eaten into, i said just observe him, he should be fine. 10 mins later, she calls again, said that he had thrown up 3 more times. i flew home. the boy was almost lifeless when i saw him. straight away, i took him to emergency.

i was angry with myself for being selfish about "my time". i was angry that i was annoyed that my life (as i had planned it) was being interrupted. (plus I was also grumpy coz i didn't have my dinner yet.) in my mind, i was the worst mother in the universe for not caring for my youngling!

anyways, it turns out that he did not knock his head but was experiencing a headache (which lasted for 2 days). also he did not have a concussion but was down with a bad case of stomach flu. he continued to wrench at the hospital and only stopped after a jab to the thigh. by the time i got home, it was past midnight. and that was the beginning of my night duty. three days on, he is now fine and back to being his silly self. and my adventure (called life) continues.

ps - i dunno what's up with me using parentheses in this entry but my thoughts feel very layered today. (and just to be annoying) parentheses' have nothing to do with being parents. go to www.dictionary.com people! and learn something new today!