If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you may have just been slapped in the face with a sense of déjà vu. This recipe and this photo, they both look familiar, oui? Oui. Because guess what, I’ve finally run out of ideas for things to blog about.
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BWAHAHAHAHA! As IF!
You ain’t that lucky buddy. True, this is an old recipe but I have my reason for re-posting and my reason comes in the form of my gorgeous pseudo-sister, Jade.
It’s summer in London!
Wait, did I say that out loud? Sheeesh. I really don’t want to jinx it.
My friendships are the foundation of my life. Having come from an enormous family ~ well, my immediate family is small (and I cherish them so!) but coming from a large extended family where I have over a hundred first cousins, for me, blood is not always thicker than water.
I moved out of home and away from my family over a decade ago (I just felt a new wrinkle burrow itself into my forehead) and though I’m ever so slightly obsessively-compulsively-fiercely independent, my friends are my life source; they’ve been with me through the lowest of lows and highest of highs. We’ve laughed and cried ~ thankfully more laughs than cries ~ and while it’s been difficult with us all scattered across the globe, I’ve got most of my girlfriends with me in London right now, a rarity I know, and believe me when I say I appreciate it more than you can imagine.
There’s so much I want to say about our trip to Hong Kong. But given that you don’t actually really want to read any of it, and that I don’t believe in sequels and three-quels, I’m just gonna summarise a whole bunch of stuff, show you some photos and be done with it.
Granted, this is still going to be one mammoth post and here goes…
How it went down in Hong Kong!
Last Thursday, April 8, was the auspicious day that was Panu’s birthday. I was still suffering from the horrid stomach bug so he went out for drinks with his buddies and I stayed at home and watched Brokeback Mountain ~ my first time and dude, it’s a good movie. Sad, but good.
Though I missed the festivities, I wasn’t about to let an occasion pass me by without celebrating with some form of eating so I resigned myself to get better by Saturday, when we had reservations at Hibiscus to properly celebrate his birthday.
My grandfather, my “ah gong”. I don’t really know how to start this post, except to say that every single year at Chinese New Year, I miss my ah gong more than you’d expect and surprisingly, more than even I expect.
I never knew him very well ~ I was born in Australia, but we moved back to Malaysia when I was a wee bundle of fat rolls, because he was old and his health was ailing. He passed away in December 1986. I had just turned seven.