I blame it on the phone calls

I blame it on my Mum’s exemplary example

I blame it on my feeble mind

I blame it on Malcolm’s enthusiasm

Jan 503

I succumbed to temptation

I gave in to cravings




and we baked THESE

Jan 529


Jan 710

and THESE with sugar sprinkle

Jan 584

Did I say I need to jog ?!

I think I just set myself up !



Chinese New Year, duh ?!


And of course, Paris is bathing in a sea of RED, not because anyone bothers about Chinese New Year but because everyone is frenzied over the annual winter sales!

But the fact is, CNY is less than a week away. I could feel the festivity each time I call home.

Mum is busy making kueh kueh,  sis is giving the new old house a new coat of paint, dad is stocking up on new year goodies., the buzz in Chinatown, the over night market…I MISS HOME already !

So as if to get into the groove of things, I decided to spring clean our house.

I scrubbed, I washed, I mopped, going down on all fours. Yes, some part of me still lives in the 70s.

I did the laundry, folded the clothes, hung up new laundry.

Mal helped to fold his clothes, arranged them in his drawers and insisted on doing it HIS WAY.

He was anxious to show me his ‘easier’ way of folding clothes and of course I let him.

Next, he went around wiping tables, chairs and all the visible tops and corners with this little blue cloth.

He climbed onto the table, jumped onto chairs. Ran in the bathroom and out with his watering can for rinsing his own cloth and then happily exclaimed

‘Look Mummy, see how well I can clean!’ He was having so much fun. He absolutely LOVES IT!

By the time my husband reached home, I was totally exhausted. The house was squeaky clean except maybe for Mal’s drawers.

I think we’ve just found the momentum to kick start the Chinese New Year celebration.