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My cousin’s Save The Date before her invitation is sent out.
The book prize recipients. The amount of books my sister reads is equivalent to the amount of chicken wings I eat. HAHA.
1040748
This is my employee code number. Looks harmless? HAH. God knows I cannot remember numbers to save my life. Yes, no pun intended. I literally cannot remember numbers such as my mum’s or dad’s mobile phone number to save my life.
Taking into consideration of my inadequacy, God assigned a set of “harmless looking” numbers for easy remembering.
Let me decode this set of numbers and you’ll understand what I’m trying to say.
1040748
10 – 40 – 748
Yi Lin – Si Lin – Qu Si Ba
Yirene – Serene – Go and die
-_-
Whenever I recite this set of numbers in my mind, it’s as though I am placing a curse on my sister and I. Hmph. What a joke. And this is the only way I can effectively remember this set of numbers.
My dysfunctional family.
My sweet sister.
Thank you Mummy and Daddy for your love and my education! Thank you Sister for your understanding and love (and the flowers too!). Thank you Brother for being your aloof but helpful self! Thank you Granny for being caring and loving! I love my dysfunctional family!
Thank you my friends (Catherine, Valerie, Yiqian, Tabitha, Colin, Tai Tong, Kyle and Erwin) for sticking together through good times and bad, for bearing with my aggressive and irritating “self” during project discussions and for all the fun times we had!
Thank you Jason for your love patient, grace and understanding! Thank you for the flowers, and Mr Linus (NUS Lion, -_-)! Thank you for all the wonderful pictures (more in the next post) too!
I love you all!
Thank you mummy!
(My sister hates me, but I don’t care. LOL)
The death of our $388 fish resulted in World War V.
My sis just said that I’m losing my waist. GULP.
My sister took after me. She became Sore throat Yirene during/after FOC. And guess where she is heading out to. Karaoke. Yes you heard me.
My mum uses MSN and Skype. She owns a Facebook account. Now she owns an iPhone.
My mum is cool. Sometimes I wish she is just old and fuddy-duddy.
Hmm. Maybe not.
I’ve been trying to find a mobile phone for my granny for ages. But the products in the market are just not elderly friendly! This statement holds true until the launch of iNo Mobile on 11 June 2009 by Foresight Technologies (a Singapore company!). After seeing the report on ST, we got one for my granny!
What I love (or what I think my granny will love)!
- HUGE Buttons (at least 3 times the size of normal mobile phone buttons)
- No Frill Phone (No camera, radio, random programs to confuse and terrorize my granny.)
- SOS Button (Send emergency calls and text messages to four pre-programmed numbers)
I must say, Foresight Technologies is a company who taps on the growing trend of aging population. Now, we just need to introduce this new gadget to my granny who belongs to the technology-fearing generation.
My mum asked me how to set up FB account this afternoon. -_- I fear the day when she adds me to her list.
P/S: I will be giving out flyers on Thu and Fri at an undisclosed location (freaking crowded place -_-) to earn some quick bucks. Sigh. This is what happens when you go on a shopping fiesta in Seoul. IF anyone out there recognized me, PLEASE do not call me or say hi. Just move on with life.
Zongzi (also known as rice dumpling) is traditionally eaten during the Dragon Boat Festival (Mandarin: Duanwu Jie) which falls on the fifth day of the fifth month of theChinese calendar (coming Thursday!), commemorating the death of Qu Yuan, a famous Chinese poet from the kingdom of Chu who lived during the Warring States period. Known for his patriotism, Qu Yuan tried unsuccessfully to warn his king and countrymen against the expansionism of their Qin neighbors. When the Qin Dynasty general Bai Qi tookYingdu, the Chu capital, in 278 BC, Qu Yuan’s grief was so intense that he drowned himself in the Miluo river after penning the Lament for Ying. According to legend, packets of rice were thrown into the river to prevent fish from eating the poet’s body.
- Wikipedia, our trusted source for everyday research
On Saturday, my house became the Chua (my mother side) Family Hokkien Ba Zhang factory. With manpower of about 6 aunties and a capacity of churning out 10 – 15 kgs of Ba Zhang (Chinese rice dumplings) and Ki zhang (the yellow ones without fillings), my room smelled like Ba Zhang for the rest of the day.
Today, I tried making Nyonya rice dumplings with J’s mum and I smelled like Nyonya zhang. J always proudly brags that he is 25 percent Peranakan. Even though I can’t see any Peranakan-ness in him, his mum’s (who is 100 percent Teochew) Nyonya zhang may just support the stereotypes of a Peranakan family.
Gosh. I can imagine eating Ba zhang, Nyonya zhang and Ki zhang as breakfast, tea-time snack and supper for the rest of the week. -_-
An interesting yearly tradition will also take place this year. The exchange of zhangs between the two families. Chua Family Hokkien Ba Zhang will be exchanged with J’s not so Peranakan family’s Nyonya zhang! Ooo. I love variety!
My nasty loving sister and I spent our afternoon cleaning up our wardrobes (She will probably post some photos of our family catastrophe).
Many thoughts ran through my mind while cleaning up:
Initial Phase:
- Eh. What the freak is this?
- Was I possessed when I was buying this?
- No way. This was not me.
- YIKES.
Later Phase:
- Ok. Now that I’ve thrown away half the clothes in my wardrobe what am I going to wear? It’s shopping time!
tsk.
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