The Haze

•October 22, 2010 • 1 Comment


It’s back… with a vengeance.
PSI reading blows past the 100 mark.
If only we could get some breeze… The most outer edge of the storm Megi could help. But the unpredictable nature of such storms brings another bucket of problems.
Oh well, we’ll all just have to adapt and grow a set of filters.


Vongole Pasta feast

•October 3, 2010 • Leave a Comment

It was pasta night at home and we had cravings for vongole.
This went particular well with a bottle of sauvignon blanc!

If it wasn’t for the kids, some nice red chillies would have done wonders to bring out the flavours of the clams.  Nonetheless, it was thoroughly enjoyed.

Kin Ramen

•September 16, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Ramen dinner at Suvarnabhumi airport

A happy family day

•September 12, 2010 • Leave a Comment
Prize presentation

The lucky prize - A Limited edition Michael Owen series watch

Some things happen inexplicably.

Like how when Cal is with me, we always seem to get a good parking spot (always!) and how the lift always arrives just so promptly.

So it shouldn’t have been too much of a surprise when we had a chance for a lucky draw after purchasing a Tissot watch that she pulled one of the 3 top prizes out of the box; which was yet another Tissot watch.

That was so cool. I think we were all stunned.

A year of … relocations

•November 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Year 2009 would surely be remembered as the year when I had to change 2 addresses in a matter of months.
The first change was when the folks decided to sell the family home in favour of something smaller. There was also the matter of a cash-strapped business, which was, like many businesses affected by the global slowdown. The family business hadn’t been particularly healthy even before then, so you can imagine what the ailing economy did to it.
The 2nd change occurred when our company made the decision to avoid leasing highly volatile properties within the central business district and settled on a eco-friendly new building way outside the city – in fact it is closer to the airport. The only benefit is that it is a stone’s throw away from my home.
The old office premises was housed within Hitachi Tower, a 37 floor skyscraper.

Hitachi Tower, Dec 05.JPG

This building was to be my work place for a good 14 years.
What was rather surprising to me was that I thought nothing of the move to the new premises until the last days.
Only then did I feel the melancholy set in. After all the excitement, the packing, the sussing out of the new location – after all the fuss had died down – you realise that a piece of history would created and that Hitachi Tower would be no more.
You see, although our company was not the anchor tenant, we had the naming rights to the building. That was the deal worked out with the landlords.
Now that we have moved out of the building, there is no reason for the landlords to retain the name Hitachi Tower.

I guess the move out of the old premises brought to the surface a buried resentment I had harboured when dad sold the family home.
Although, I haven’t stayed with the folks for 16 years (except for the once a year visits), having a family home gave me a sense of belonging- especially since I was working abroad.
Our old home was renovated not too long ago – 5 years by my reckoning is still ‘new’. Dad was all about setting up the house to cater for his grand kids and all. So sometimes I do wonder if I should have made the move to come home before now. Well, I guess it is all too late for that now. Although I wasn’t there when the folks moved out, I felt some guilt at not having helped with the moving. I could tell it was a very telling time for my brother and my mom. They were strung out and at each other every other day.
On the other hand, I am thankful for not being there, as the sentimental side of me would not have taken the move too well.
As I write this passage, I look at my sleeping babes and wonder what their hearts felt when they heard the news of their grand dad selling the big house they loved to play around in once a year. I know I spoke of this once to the younger of the two and at 7 years old, her optimistic reply was “Well, surely there will still be a place to explore”.
I do know that for the 1st time since I left to work abroad, I have this dread to return to Perth. I particularly know that it would be very painful for me to drive by the house which I once called my home.


Happy campers

•August 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I have a gripe.
In the academically centred locale of United Square, where it’s densely populated with tuition centres and language schools, space is a premium.
I don’t think any other shopping mall has a higher number of young students per sq. meter than this place.
And where there are young children, there will be parents. So, where do you think the parents hang out whilst the kids are in their classes?
Camped out at Macs that’s where. It’s the next cheapest alternative to the food court; the latter being a real smell magnet. Mostly you leave the food court smelling like a Chinese kitchen if you camp there for 90 minutes.
Besides Macs has comfy chairs and latte.
My gripe is this… think of the folks (and kids) who really were there to get that Happy Meal and fillet o’ fish.
I can’t believe a cup of latte would take 90 minutes to consume. And do you really need a table that seats 5 – when there is just you and your newspaper?

Seafood Laksa pie anyone?

•August 7, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Dimbulah is a well known by coffee lovers and around Raffles Place it is a comforting place to hang out, if not for their excellent coffee, then just to escape the rat race of the business district.
It’s where I go get my cup of Joe in the mornings. It’s also a good place to go to if you are short of time for lunch and need a quick bite. No issues of long queues there.
I’d say they serve safe, wholesome foods; tuna sandwiches, muffins, wraps and hearty soups. But then about a week ago I noticed something quite daring – a new item they call Seafood Laksa pie.
What on earth was that?! As a self-proclaimed foodie, I certainly have never heard of such a concoction.
I had to try this. So even though I already had my lunch of claypot yam rice, I bagged the pie for 3 pm… you know, tea break.
3 pm came and went and it wasn’t till I got home at half six that I reheated the pie in the oven. The aroma was clearly… laksa. That’s promising. Then, the first bite. Woah! It’s like laksa all in pastry! The laksa ingrediants went surprising well with their pie pastry. There were little prawns, fish cake and surprise, surprise… even a quail’s egg! My missus came by and asked for a sample. Even she, a red-blooded peranakan, nodded in approval. Only comment was “bit salty”. I disagreed.
It was good enough that I had another one this evening.