Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The Land of Smiles

It's been 10 yrs since I been to BKK. And this year, hub decided to celebrate my hatch day in the land of smiles.

No more Valentines' Day in Paris, birthday in Italy huh, for this year. Apparently, hub was sick of Europe.

Anyway, wherever it is-- I'm glad we are all safe and sound together. Leading life to the fullest.

Thanks hub for the trip--it is a great deal that a guy made an effort to plan and foot the bill for the trip. And he decided to let me travel in style. Yes, in style.

Oh, good luck started when I was shopping at H at airport. Bought a CDC almost immediately after I check-in.

Some pictures took onboard and at the lounge. I didn't walk around DFS for fear that I'll buy stuffs uncontrollably. LOL.










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Saturday, July 14, 2012

아들이 생일 축하해요!

아들의 생일 파티 집에서.
케이크 : 커피 콩 (초콜릿)
음식 : Chili Padi

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Thursday, June 14, 2012

Happy Birthday to K!

So Z decided to decorate a cake for his father. We went to the Icing Room @ Tampines 1 to make our own cake.

I left it to Z to do the decoration, obviously. The little boy was enthusiastic about it and he popped the icing into his mouth occasionally thinking that I did not notice it.

I have to give him 100 points for initiative. As for the taste, it is below average, nothing to do with decoration.

남편이

생일 축하 해요! 건강 하세요!
나는 사랑 해요!

아내

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Sunday, February 19, 2012

생일 파티

오늘 아들의 친구가 생일. 우리는 두 가지 선물을 준비해요.

우리는 생일 파티에 집 앞에 있어요. 아이 많아요, 아들은 행복입니다. 내? 저는 음식을 먹어요. 케이크가 아주 크다! 우리는 생일케이크가 먹습니다.

남자가 파티에서 풍선을 불고. 아들은 power ranger풍선을 있어요.

(Today was T's birthday. We prepared two presents. The parents hosted her birthday party at the club house. Many kids were invited and Z had lots of fun!
The cake was huge and they engaged a man for balloon sculpturing. Z got his blue power ranger balloon.)

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Sunday, January 29, 2012

커피 lover!

우리는 일요일 백화점에 갑니다. 커피 기계을 사러갑니다. 내 생일 선물이.

내 남편은 고맙습니다!
사진-- 이것이 커피 기계가 집에서 입니다.

저는 행복하서요!

(English translation: We went to CK Tang on Sunday. To buy a coffee machine. It's my birthday present.
Thanks to Kevin.
Here's a picture of the coffee machine at home.
I'm very happy!)

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Friday, June 10, 2011

His Birthday

To think of a present for Mr Stolid is almost like putting me through a wringer. Why do I say that?

How about having spent 13 birthdays with Mr S, that translated to 13 birthday presents, excluding the other presents given during special occasions. What else can I buy or what else did I not buy througout the years?

I tried scouting around for the perfect present via the greatest world wide web, and the selections were not very impressive. I always know that my Mr S is a square peg, to impress him, it has to be a literally out-of-this-world present. However, later I learnt that Mr S was in fact still thinking about the Hermes wallet that we chanced upon during our Europe trip, and may I add, that piece of slim wallet cost more than some of my bags (individually).

Anyway, sometimes, it is not about the moolah especially it is his special day, the thing is, the wallet is not available in SG. I guess I have to solve one things after another, before the present, I need a cake. The zealous son is champing at the bit to get his daddy a strawberry birthday cake (obviously that is his own idea), for he knows that after the daddy’s birthday, it will be his turn.

So well, one item got striked out of the list, and back to the present, it looks like I have to get it under my own steam. The son did his job in picking a cake based on his preference, and that inspired me a little. Perhaps, I said perhaps, I should get a present that can be shared between Mr S and me. The clock is ticking, wish me luck.

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Monday, January 24, 2011

Hello Birkin!

The beginning of 2011 is going to be invigorating for me. I will be celebrating life (7 Feb) in Milan and celebrating love (14 Feb) in Paris, the most romantic place on Earth. Despite typing this post with full of zest, the fact is I haven’t plan, I haven’t pack and I haven’t think of what to buy specifically during the trip and the addresses of the stores I have to go. The best thing I acquired before this trip was probably the iPad, however, that was not for the trip, but for my precious baby, Ziv. To keep him company while Kev and I will be away for about 16 days! I am sure he will miss his Mummy!

I was so occupied with work, MS and many other things – I have to plan the workload for my team while I am away, I have to fix interviews with potential candidates in China, I have to clear all my work before I go, I have to load the iPad with games, video and pictures for Ziv, I have to armed myself with BlackBerry for the trip just in case of “surprise attack” from the office (and I still refuse to accept that it takes weeks to request for one)… and the list goes on and on…

I desperately hope to fast-forward this week but another part of me regretted going on this trip because there is so much to do at work that I know I will suffer when I come back!

Well, no point crying over spilled milk, the only way is to enjoy first and think optimistic. So, hello Switzerland, Italy and France! Let me meet another Birkin please!

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Monday, October 11, 2010

Brunch @ Tanglin Tree (Don't go there unless you have great company!)

Last Sunday, we had brunch at a new spot, (Trashy) Tanglin Tree. It was absolutely bitter to say that apart from the company, nothing else was worthy from Tanglin Tree. That was how much I dislike their food (so-so), their service (puke!), their environment and their blatant extortion of $0.50 just to add a few drips of hollandaise sauce (hello?? just hollandaise sauce ok!).

Service: I am rating it 3/10. Initially I wanted to rate it 2/10, but because another waiter brought us a lighter to light up the birthday candle, so I added a point for that. Otherwise, it was plain disastrous. One of the male waiters was super haughty, he seemed to forgot he was in the service line. Where's the smile? I could not fathom what made him asked if we were with another table when we ordered our food separately, not seated together, not exchanging conversations, nor glances. Maybe he left his 'common sense' at home that day morning. After answering that out-of-nowhere question, we asked for children cutleries and another dim-witted question popped out of his mouth again, "How many?" Now, this question really light up the fire in me. I asked him in return, "How many children are there (pointing to the two kids)? Two right? So two sets right?" Maybe he also left his specs at home this morning. I must cool down.

Subsequent service we received from the waitresses and waiters were not up to scratch given the fact that I dined at so many places that serves brunches. Yes, they MAY BE busy (not exactly when I looked around me), but so do other restaurants like Spruce, Rider's, Epicurious etc, their services is never as lousy as the one I get from Tanglin Tree. We have to specifically asked twice for the children cutleries. And, the same haughty waiter kicked J's baby seat and threw disgusted glance at him and walked past like J was blocking his way. Now what kind of attitude is that? Emily is magnanimous, if that guy have the gut to throw that look at Ziv, I tell you, that day will be his most unforgettable day (in his life!).

Enough said about the services. I am going to drop it to 2/10 again, if I have to recall more.

Food: I am rating it 6/10. First, food was not served HOT. Now, that reminds me of the hot scones from Rider's, how heavenly! Ok, back to Tanglin Tree, bread was hard like rock, to the extend that we could not even cut it with a normal knife. All of us had to use our hands to tear the bread apart, and that's so unglam. Second, because I deemed that it was highly unjustifiable and down-right absurd and outrangeous to pay $0.50 for hollandaise sauce, I decided to skip it totally even though I wasn't the one paying (Thanks to Yip family!). The food tasted dried, until I poked the poach eggs.

And how do you tell if the food is good? You have to trust the kids, especially Ziv. Having pointed out numerous times that Ziv is quite an epicure, he eats what he deemed as good, not like us adults, we do not mind occasion food that went slightly wrong. From what I observed, Ziv ate the sausage, very little of french toast, he ate it mainly because of maple syrup I guess, and that was it. So if you want to ask Ziv for his rating, he probably rate the birthday cheesecake more than the brunch.

Price: As I mentioned, I did not pay for the brunch, but judging at the price to pay for sauce is enough to piss me off big time. Furthermore, I would say they don't even deserve service charge! Maybe tips for the guy who brought me the lighter.

Environment: Big playground by the side, good for other kids but not for Ziv. He hates sand. He asked Kev, why is there sand in the playground. Maybe the pampered boy is so used to not seeing sand at the playground, think, playground at home.

Companionship: Every cloud has a silver lining. And the silver lining of the day will defeinitely be the wonderful companionship. And I am rating it 10/10. Despite having 3 brunches in a row with Yips, still we have endless topics to talk about. Endless complains to lament about. Endless gossip to yak about. And not forgetting this is a Birthday brunch for Jayden. Well, yes, we should not be reminded the day of celebration by the Trashy Tanglin Tree. Yes, we or rather I should let go. I am going to throw the complaint letter in the recycle bin just for Jayden.


Happy Birthday to Jayden! May you be happy and healthy always!

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Ziv's 3rd Birthday

Photo blog.

Date: 17 Jul 2010

Venue: Our abode

Caterer: Chilli Padi
























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Monday, June 14, 2010

13 June 2010 - My Beloved's Birthday

My beloved is 31 years old this year. And this year, there are many 'first-time' for his birthday.

1. Ziv wished him 'happy birthday' in complete sentence and ended with a kiss.
2. We celebrated his brithday at the roof terrace of our new house.
3. I gave such a big ANG BAO for his birthday. ($5000)
4. We canceled the dinner reservation. All because of WORLD CUP. For that, I was very guilty.

Initially we planned for a dinner at Hard Rock Cafe, alas, Ziv and I over-slept when we took our naps and Kevin saw both of us snoring, he decided not to wake us up. That made me even more guilty. Luckily we had buffet dinner at Raffles Hotel, Billards and Bar last week, else, I cannot forgive myself.

Nevertheless, I suggested paying a visit to Villa Di Parma for dinner. This was a re-visit for me, but the first visit for Kevin. What I love about Villa Di Parma? First of all, the restaurant is unknown to many (http://www.villadiparma.com/) - for selfish reason, I decided to keep mum about this place for the longest time. Second, it is tucked at the end of Serangoon Gardens, and that means it is very quiet and the food was beyond expectation.

The bolognese pasta is the best pasta I ever tasted so far. And the smoked salmon pizza set you asking for more and more. No pictures for the food.

Here's some pictures taken during our closed-door open roof celebration. Haha.

The little one thought it was his birthday, he even sang birthday song for himself.


A nice picture taken with Daddy.

Not forgetting the cake.


While I was composing this entry, Japan scored a GOAL!! Yeah. I support ASIA teams!!

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Whassup being 30?

Do I sound HIP?

I believed that this is the last time that this blog is ever going to mention about numbers, birthdays, age or as a matter of fact, everything and anything that has got to do with the disclose of the blogger’s age. Subsequent birthdays will be celebrated in a discreet manner with no guest invited, no cake, no present (unless it is from Kevin), no days off to be taken from work and no one is permitted to breathe a word that screamed “Hhhhhaaaa----”.

Actually, being 30 isn’t as shitty and ruinous (i.e. end of the world) as many would have imagined. Not that I am trying portray that being 30 means voguish or oh-you-are-still-beautiful, or life-has-just-begun (hate this most, does that mean that the past 29 years are invalid?).

And well, of course there are millions of reasons why I truly missed about being 20s and that includes revealing my age without qualms in front of those whom I barely know, often with the evil intention to wow new colleagues and boast self-confident. All in all, what I like best about being 20s is having no commitment, no responsibilities to anyone and anything. Alas, no one can turn back time, and the only thing that I can do that is within my control is to maintain, maintain and maintain my outlook, stay stress-free and remember to smell the roses. Having said that, it probably elucidate on why coffee-shop beer aunties develop penchant for Jolin Tsai inspired outfits, with undying effort to just to look youthful. I don’t even want to think about what I will be togged up in when I reach their age.

Back to the part that being-30-is-not-end-of-the-day, I need to be truthful and unbiased about this. I have to admit that people tend to work hard during their 20s and it is only that during their 30s where they will get to enjoy a bit of what they have worked hard for. For instance, I worked hard on building relationship with my bf then, who is now my hubby. I worked hard to stay awake to take care of my son who is now more or less independent, I worked hard to earn moolah so that today I can afford to have my own house and I worked hard to save out of my stipend to buy the stuff that it would be impossible for me to buy if I am just 20.

To console myself further, 20s is often the age whereby people just don’t treat you seriously, even the sales associate at Hermes is not even thrilled to trail you in the boutique, property agents will assumed that you entered the private property show flat out of inquisitiveness or you simply passed by to take a peep, you will be pass off as a person who desires cheap thrill to test drive the cars when you entered an auto showroom to a continental car dealer. The moment when you reach your 30s (or close to 30s), it is just like having a kind-hearted angel that waved her wand, all of a sudden, you become physically visible to everyone in the world and you look like a potential buyer of everything under the sun, even students with donation tins will run after for you and it is this time that people start to entertain you whether they like it or not. Just recently, I had an ardent Hermes SA who brought me around the boutique, showing me 101 ways of wearing a particular scarf that I briefly laid my fingers on to touch the material. And well, being 30s gives you the permission of not buying anything even after a lengthy conversation and promotion, and I can even walk out of the boutique and still having the SA being all jolly and bided me goodbye and she seemed absolutely sure that she will see me again.

So now, am I happy with being 30?

Well, do I have a choice?

...

So as for my present for being 30? Nothing beats having the 2 Hengs (Kevin and Ziv) around me when I pathetically blow out the 30 candles on my cake! Maybe if a present needs to be something tangible, then that should be none other than the new abode which marked my achievement for the whole of 20s.

Happy 30 Birthday to myself this coming Sunday!

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Thursday, October 8, 2009

Just a conversation

As i was titivating myself in the mirror this morning Kevin walked past me, took a glimpse of THE bag.
Kevin: So, you've gotten your Birkin for the coming birthday. Don't expect anything from me next year. (my birthday is actually next year)
Me: (in absolute disbelieve) What?! Who told you this is THE present? (shake my forefinger rigolously) Uh uh! No!

Readers! Tell me!

Do you remember I said Birkin is going to be my birthday present?
A) I remembered, you blog about it!
B) Nah! No such thing!

If your answer is (A), i take it that you are sleep-talking. Answer again.
If your amswer is (B), you are the most honest person i ever know. BFF!

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Monday, July 20, 2009

The Birthday Post

Newborn
1 Year Old
Ziv is finally 2. So what are the differences, with him being 1 and 2?

So, some said that a 2-year-old wears his heart on his sleeve — and in his voice, his fists, his stamping feet, and his crocodile tears (as always).

Not very forward-looking and encouraging isn’t it?

How about some teensy weensy consolation?

Well, maybe.

According to the babycentre, a 2-year-old also gives the biggest hugs, flashes the biggest smiles, and yes, throws the loudest, most spectacular tantrums.

It’s true. I got the biggest hug and the wettest kiss from Ziv and it comes packed with the complimentary — vociferous tantrums.

It is never easy being a Mum and Dad. It is a hundred times knotty for the newbie of Earth to adapt to our lifestyles, and to this world. Our responsibilities as parents are to be patient and orientate our precious newbie to enjoy his toddler-hood before he enters the common tests, examinations stressful phase of his life 5 years later. And for us, to enjoy his presence before he reaches his teenage phase 10 years down the road.

So, as I was saying about his birthday party a few posts ago, it happened at the Downtown East chalet with some 30 guests to share the joy.

His parents

His cake (By Daddy)

His friend (the rest took no pictures) His piñata (By Mummy) His mother

His (oversized) birthday suite no. 2

Didn’t took any pictures for BBQ, most of the time hunger override any other things.
My regret? No family picture for the day.

On Ziv’s actual birth date, we brought him to T3 for a simple dinner and had his very much loved ice-cream.

His ice-cream
His self selected birthday gift (yet another birthday gift on the spot)
The rest of the gifts from the well-wishers (Thanks!)

Not much presents for this time round, because they are mainly packed in red packets, you know what I mean.

There was one particular gift. He saw it and ignored the Thomas the Train which he once held so tightly at T3.

Thanks to my boss for the wonderful gift which I have been wanting to get for Ziv but was objected by Kevin.

Oh by the way, new Barney to the existing brood of Barneys. Guess which is the latest arrival?


Ziv's idea to take this picture.
To Ziv

A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun, what matters most is that you enjoy the trip which Mummy and you endeavour in the later part of your life.

There will be mundane PSLE, O LEVEL and whatnot, teenage-rebellious, and ‘hard time to choose between Mummy or girlfriend/wife’ on the road trip, be assured that Mummy will be walking with you unwearyingly and always prepare to catch you when you fall. Daddy will be your ATM, just look for him if you need some quick cash.

Love you!
Mummy

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