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If you ask me how many elevators I have ever been in with how many different people since nearly four years ago (when I arrived in Singapore), I must say that I would like to divert the question into something more interesting than that.
Something surprising happened to us this morning. Noe walked by himself to the bathroom/toilet and pee on its floor.
(For background info, these past two weeks we let Noe diaperless and barebottomed where possible, in order to study his elimination needs. We got 50% success rate so far of carrying him to the bathroom to encourage him to do it. The other 50% were accidents on the living room floor)
A last minute decision, I went to Esplanade to watch Paquito D'Rivera with New York Voices as part of the Mosaic Festival. This decision only arrived 45 minutes before the show started, and I was lucky to get a taxi that rushed there.
This recipe is adapted from Gumbo Pages
This recipe is adapted to suit the availability of ingredients here, and to suit my unwillingness to spend five hours making gumbo broth.
It's Noe's first birthday. We made a small celebration with neighbours and relatives.
This is Noe's birthday cake. Rani had to decorate it because we ordered the cake without allowing time to create custom decoration. So Rani rushed to National Library and borrowed book about cake decoration, and then dashed to Cold Storage to buy materials for royal icing. She made the blue royal icing and lay it on top of the cake, being inexperienced with cake decoration and all. And to complicate matters, the cake that Indi bought was a mango cake with jelly topping, which caused the royal icing to melt. So we had to blow the candle rapidly. Here's the picture (Photos courtesy of Judhi Prasetyo):
Ever since I went to France to learn french ten years ago, I changed from a cheese-hater into a cheese-lover. How could I not! Everyday for three weeks my host parents (Les Delforges de Reims) indulged me with french food, and closed the lengthy dinner session (which can last up to two hours) with a plate of various cheese, consisted of different kinds of cheese, from Camembert, Brie, swiss cheese which has holes in it, blue cheese, smelly cheese, etc. It was quite challenging, but if I want to learn about the french, I gotta eat what they eat. Until now, my favorite is Camembert Cheese which should be slightly aged.
What do you see in some of the most recent Indonesian movies? I see a mass masturbation of visual elements, to compensate for a lack of storytelling abilities. Or some may say Indonesian movies have too much icing without much chewable cake in it.
I wanted to cook pasta today, but then I realized that I didn't have any pasta. Instead, I found udon. So I decided to experiment a bit, and discover this nice easy recipe, a fusion between japanese and italian cooking. It is very easy and quick to cook. Try it for yourself!
I got tagged by Yanti to reveal my five dreams. Well, since this website is owned by my whole family, I guess the tag is also applicable to the other members of the family.
Late afternoon today, I took MRT to Jurong East while carrying Noe in the babybjorn carrier. Noe was really getting heavy for a carrier! It was unusually crowded for that time of the day. I walked towards the seat intended for "people who need it more than you do". There are two students there, from one of the prestigious junior college. I stood right in front of them. Apparently those two students were a bit annoyed by my presence, hence they were trying hard to avoid any eye contact with me. Hmm.
A while later, I took out my phone, which happened to be a camera phone, to check out my schedules in the calendar. Moments later, the two students seemed panicked, and once the train stopped at the next station they quickly got out of the train.
I overheard them saying: