Thursday, April 17, 2014

'Sakulah' Bloom in our Garden City, Singapore

It's blooming in pink here, there, and there and there and everywhere! 





What are Sakulahs?

Sakura + lah = Singapore Sakura 

According to NParks, it's an informal name given to the beautiful blooms in Singapore recently.

We took these pictures at Honglim Park near the Speakers' Corner. It was a small patch of land with a few Sakulah Trees.

If you are keen to catch the Sakulahs while they last, here is a list of 15 locations by thesmartlocal.com, http://www.thesmartlocal.com/read/singapore-sakura

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Sitting on the Windowsill - A food review


I have looked out of the window, many time, very often. This time, however, a friend got me to look into a window and I was captivated every moment after...

Have you been to Windowsill In The Woods? It's a cafe along Horne Road. It's cosy and lovely and they serve kick-ass pies.

I am a visual person, so the first time that caught my attention was the furnishing.
Whimsical little decorations hanging down from the ceiling.  
Who would say 'No' to such a cute signage?
The view from inside
Check out their SMEG fridge! I want it in my living room!!
Now, I think I hear you say "Can we look at the food already?"
And yes, this is still a food post :)

Here are their kick-as pies:

From left to right: Grasshopper, Banana Almond Brittle and Strawberry Lemon
Grasshopper is basically chocolate and mint. As for the others, their names are pretty self-explanatory.

Also from left to right: Coconut Lime Vodka and S’mores

If you are a Vodka fan, Coconut Lime Vodka is one pie you cannot miss. I was never a big fan of Vodka until I was deprived of anything alcoholic since my first pregnancy in 2007. I had my 2 other children in the following 2 and 4 years. I breast-fed my children for a total of 45 months in 3 installments - so yes, I was very deprived, and YES, I cherish every taste of Vodka and Gin (and wine and cocktails, but not beer) I get to enjoy, now that I am over with breastfeeding and childbearing.

Now, back to the pie, it has generous dose of vodka in every slice, I love it! A friend of mine however commented that it gets a little too 'over' after the first bite, so be warned, especially if you have a low threshold for intense and consistent taste.

I was very glad to catch-up with 3 old friends in this cosy cafe. Thank you Man, for the recommendation and treat :)

Where are the kids? Erm, I, erm, left them at home with the husband and went out on my own. :)
This super big bear remains me of my kids. *guilty* So bringing them for some pies soon.
Want more pies? Check out their selection of pies here:
http://windowsillpies.sg/pies/

Address:
78 Horne Road
Singapore 209078

Opening hours:
Tue-Thur: 11am – 9.30pm
Friday: 11am – 10.30pm
Saturday: 10am – 10.30pm
Sunday: 10am – 9.30pm
Closed on Mondays

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Cereal-iously Fun-Packed Coin Purse


What to do with empty cereal boxes?
Here's a pretty fun idea to upcycle them into fancy little purse for your little ones.

You will need:
1 empty fun-pack cereal box
Some felts (2 matching colours)
3M Picture Hanging Strip
Double-sided tape and craft glue
Stapler and Scissors

 Step 1: Measure 4cm from the first fold from the top and draw a line

Step 2: Cut off the top flaps

Step 3: Cut along the line on 3 sides, leave one of the wider side uncut

Step 4: Make a depress fold on both sides, then cut away 3 sides of the buttom flaps, leave 1 of the wider flap uncut


Step 5: Tuck in the remaining bottom flap and fold down the top flap

Step 6: Gather strips of felts at the sides of the purse and tape them down with double-sided tape.

Step 7: Wrap the purse with felt

Step 8: Cut a small strip of 3M picture hanging strip and stick them onto the purse with craft glue


You may want to further secure the bottom picture hanging strip with stapler. 

 And we are done!

Mix and match the colours of your choice to create pretty looking purses

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Monday, April 7, 2014

Seize the day

I should be seizing the night to catch up with work or get some sleep before my youngest wakes up for milk, but instead I find myself here - I have an exceptionally strong urge to blog tonight- so strong that I can't ignore.

It has been a very eventful week. Being in the party entertainment line, my weeks are generally and mostly eventful and full of events. This week however, wasn't the usual kind of event-full week - It is the last week my friend's children get to see their dad. Tomorrow would be his final journey and he is survived by his wife and 3 young children. 

The news of his passing came unexpectedly and soon spread out among our friends. Everyone was shocked. He was so young, so driven and full of ambition. We weren't close friends, though we used to see each other in office everyday for a few years. I remember him as a generous man, a loving father to his children, a family man. 

I attended his wake with a couple of friends. I went forward to see his face. We haven't met for a long time and that would be the last. The coffin was white with glossy finishing, very apt for his classy taste. One of the little cards his children drew for him  read "I love daddy" rested on top of his white coffin. The atmosphere was still, but something about the cards stirred up something within me. I left the casket feeling a mix of emotions and a couple of questions weighed in my mind.

How could this happen? How is the family going to cope with this? And the kids, so young... 

The picture of the family portrait he used to place on his work desk comes to mind.  How could something so tragic happen to the picture perfect family I used to see in the dark blue photo frame? Life, why are you so unpredictable? 

We, humans are so small, so helpless in the big picture of the universe. We do not know our future, what would happen tomorrow, when would be our last breath. What if this is the last moment, what would others remember us for? Who and what would matter? 

Having just fought and ended a cold war of 2 weeks with my husband. The news hit me like a wake-up call. What if we didn't manage to patch things up in time? Wouldn't I live or leave with bouts of regrets? You bet. 

Life is too short, too unpredictable to be unhappy. Cherish what we have, love deeply, live passionately and seize the day, everyday. For we know not the time and hour, the season and purpose of each passing moment - the now, may be the last.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

If I could go back in time

Have u seen the movie "The Time Traveler's Wife"? 
I've not. But I've got the novel sitting on my bookshelf, patiently waiting for me to read it.

I've always liked the concept of time travelling. As a child, I hoped earnestly to go into my future and escape from some not-too-rosy situations at home. I had also imagined myself going back to my childhood having learned all the knowledge i needed to do exceptionally well in my exams.

Now, at 31 yo, this is what I would like to do if I could time travel - I would go back to my childhood as an adult and rescue the little me. Nope, not just to help me pass my exams with electrifying colours (though, if I were to time travel, might as well, right?). Rather, to take me away from pain, to be that fairy godmother I've always wished for, but never came to me in my childhood.

See, my childhood is the darkest period of my life. Now, don't get me wrong, my parents are good people. Let's just say bad things can happen to anyone. I grew up in an abusive environment. There is a very sad and dark child in me. And I have learned that she will always be a part of me. I have also learned over the years, and through the baptism of tears to be finally reconciled with her.

She seems to be needing much attention today as a lunch time conversation with my colleagues called her out of the shadows. Now it sounds kinda eerie, I know. It is never a rosy picture for anyone who has been through some kind of abuse. There are some things that time doesn't erase - though the wounds have healed, the scars remain. The dark little girl now sits quietly in a corner of my heart - a constant reminder of what it was like and what I should never allow to happen to my children.

Looking at her now, if she were to be standing right here, right now, I would have seek help for her. Back then, though I wailed and shouted for help, no adult I met knew how they could help or where to turn to for help. 

Perhaps being Asian, we are afraid to be known as busybodies. Poking into others family matters has never been a recommended thing to do. We are taught from young, to mind our own business, to not interrupt in others matter uncalled for. These are not bad teachings, but we need to draw a line somewhere, between being a busybody and being bo chup. We need to weigh in the possible consequences of walking away from a possible case of abuse.

If you hear a child (or anyone) wailing and something tells you that it might be something bigger than a major melt-down, call the neighbourhood police.

If you are a person suffering from abuse or domestic violence, don't wait for someone to save you, take active steps to end your nightmare. If you are a child, tell an adult you can trust - a parent, a teacher, or someone from your extended family. If you don't have anyone to turn to, scroll down this post and you will find a the ComCare Helpline.

If you are the adult a child turns to. Please, don't walk away. 
Be that busybody, that somebody that might save a child. Please, don't walk away. 

Here's a message from MSF:


If you or someone you know is experiencing family violence, seek help early. 
For more information, please visit www.stopfamilyviolence.sg

Disclaimer: This is not a sponsored post. I wrote it because I feel strongly for the cause.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Plastic Bottle Snowflake Charm


Do you want to make a snowflake?

We do! 'Cos we are all snow-struck by Frozen. The song is ringing in my head, even as I am trying to blog now...

It's so easy to make this snowflake charm, all you need is an empty plastic bottle, a correction pen, a cutter, a length of string and 10 minutes. Yes, you heard it right, 10 minutes :) But if you have a little more time to do something more elaborated, here's the post where I got the idea from: 
http://countrylovecrafts.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/plastic-bottle-snowflakes-diy-handmade.html

Here's my stripped down version:

Cut out the base of a plastic bottle
Trace the pattern out with correction tape
Add in some details to make it look more like a snowflake
Make a hole on the side of the charm and tie a string to it. 
Ta-dahh! Your every own snowflake charm all in 10 minutes! Here's my Renee with her charm.
Renee and her snowflake charm.
She traced out the shape of the snowflake with some help from mummy :) 
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Monday, March 31, 2014

For the first time in forever...

Today marks my first seventh year living as Mrs Foo. 7 is my favourite number. It is the the birth month for Renee and birth date of Nat. Growing up Christian, 7 to me  symbolises perfection - God made the world in 7 days.
Just as I anticipated, I spent today eating dinner, watching movie and reading lovey dovey card... but all without the husband.
For the first time since I signed on the dotted line for a happily-ever-after, i am celebrating my anniversary alone.
The husband was in fact on medical leave today and I made plans to free my evening then spent the whole day not knowing what I was anticipating. A dinner date? A little gift? Maybe a hug? Nope. None likely, not for a couple who are not even in talking terms. Especially not, when the husband is not well.
So that was today, my heart broken anniversary. My tearful day trying to conceal and not feel with little success. My buddy popped by in the afternoon and saw the broken me, it must have been to a certain degree traumatizing for her that she had to come by before the kids' bedtime to check that i was okay. Thank God for girlfriends.
It's less than 2 hours to midnight and I now have to learn to let go of my hopes for reconcilation on anniversary day.
Here I am, blogging with my phone beside the girls' bed. I cannot help but feel a sense of emptiness within. Aloneliness wraps around me as I sit here in the still of the night.
For the first time since our together-ever-after, I don't want to give in. No, I still don't.
No lover, nevermind. I don't need a man to save the day. I'll grab a pack of chips and celebrate my 7th anniversary. Renee made me a card and Nat and Shanice gave me lotsa hugs today. Look, Mrs Foo, you've got much.
7 years, 3 kids and a place to call home. You did well mdm. You know that. Even if u don't hear it from another person. Even if no one remembers the date. It doesn't change it's significance abit.
Here, on 31 march 2014, this post will remember it for u.