Initially, we thought of going to Ipoh and stay a night. Then, my two older sons were not so keen on tagging along. So, we thought of driving there and come back within the same day.

My eldest sis, bro-in-law and eldest bro are going on their own. They are taking a bus to Ipoh and now, I still do not know if I can fetch them back. You see lah, this is the problem with having teeeeeenagerssss….I was supposed to phone my eldest sis to tell her the plans as soon as my sons confirmed.

(legs of the eldest and the youngest. took this photo at Jemputree, check out this place)

Asked them, “Eh, you two going or not ah? I need to decide whether to book an apartment or a hotel or just go for day trip. Yee Ma is waiting for my answer lah”

Until now, at 1 am baru the eldest son sms-ed. He is going to drive one car and fetch his friends down for a day trip to Ipoh as well. Meanwhile, hubby will drive the 7-seater. I guess this way, I can fetch my siblings back from Ipoh to Penang.

Well, my hubby has trained the eldest son to drive on the highway when he let him have the wheels while I prayed and closed my eyes at the back, all the way from KL to Penang. Hehehe. No lah, my son’s driving skills not jialat, only scary nia. So, tomorrow, he is going to drive the car alone but will be tagging along with us. It is like detaching the apron strings, bit by bit.

And I think when I get in the car, I will start reciting the rosary non-stop, not even talking, just use hands to point directions and do other signs language.

We are only leaving around 1-2 pm because my dear hubby has some Penang Hill hiking expedition wor. Niamah, he can now climb up and down Penang Hill in the morning, within a few hours (while I was still sleeping) and he is contemplating conquering Mount Kinabalu one day.

SOBBSSSSSS….Life is so unfair wannnn…..He gets to go flirt with the hot, fit-fit mamas, helping those dainty ladies up the hill while I have to jaga anak at home. I HATE IT! I also wanna climb hills and watch those ABS and muscles on those uncles bods. Those who love to wear their shorts reallllyyyy short-short and almost…..errmmm errmmm…ewwsss… Never mind, next year when my son goes to kindie, I am going to shadow him and bah leh koh liam my loukong (i.e. if he is still in his semi-retirement mode and not be a corporate slave).

LOL, joking nia. I don’t care what he does lah, as long as he gets to extend his life longer than mine. I better go eat more lard and hope to get a heart attack, quick and easy, bullet train to St. Peter’s station.

Anyway……….have a good weekend, you all! You can’t get rid of me and don’t even think of spamming my blog ‘cos I am connected 24/7 on my Celcom unlimited broadband and I surfed on my Sony Ericsson P1i. Don’t be naughty!

Do you remember my post about my visit to my sister’s father-in-law? I made that post, full of adrenalin. It was on May 12th, 2008.

Then on May 15th, my nephew came back with his wife-to-be (they are getting married in June in a neighbouring country) to give grandpa his cup of wedding tea (please scroll to point # 7). A cup of tea to signify that grandpa has been promoted to grandfather-in-law. I cannot be sure but I think this nephew getting married is the first grandchild to get married. So, it is a big occassion. To me, it is also a big leap (account on my faith blog)

I went to visit him the day before yesterday. He was all fine and even tried to tell me something. Yesterday, we went to take a peep but at that time, the nurses were changing him so I didn’t drop by to say hi.

This evening, my niece sms-ed that he has passed on. I replied her sms with : You all want undertaker ah? If you need any help, tell us lah. We don’t want to intrude now.

After that I went out for dinner with my kids and I told them, you know….Your ma has got to be the most morbid person. People tell her someone passed away, she asked, “Want undertaker ah?”

If that is not enough, while having dinner, I sms-ed my niece again. “Eh, careful that there is no conman undertaker ‘cos the nurses will simply call one ‘cos they get commission.” (These undertakers will charge exhorbitantly, hence, it is good to find undertakers we know. The aunt called one from Tapah, Perak )

I didn’t go immediately because I know they need privacy to deal with it. So, I went to my bible course. After that, I thought of asking my niece how’s everything as I thought they had gone to Ipoh. Incidentally, the undertaker just arrived from Tapah. So, I met up with them at the hospital morgue.

I got a final look of grandpa Chow ‘cos the undertaker obligingly opened the steel coffin for me to see. I said my little prayer for him. Come to think of it, I must thank God that I have morphed into this fearless person. A lone woman (my hubby was nearby lah), standing there beside the steel coffin, with a deceased person, wrapped from head to toe (our local hospital method of dealing with dead bodies) and I stood there and mumbled all the prayers I can remember. Otherwise, without God, I will fled the other direction, I tell you.

It is sort of a farewell to this taukey from Ipoh who owns a dimsum restaurant. He gave my kids angpows, yearly when he comes to Penang on Chinese New Years. I gave him an angpow for good health in return. Other than that, I never talked to him because he speaks only Cantonese (which I can’t) and anyway, what do I have in common to chat with him, right?

He passed on in his sleep. His eldest daughter was beside him. According to my sister, he remembers who is who on these last few days. He has lived a marvellous life, 84 years old, left a big legacy through his children and grandchildren.

So, yes, farewell grandpa Chow and so long. Glad that I have somehow touched your life in your last days and you have ‘forced’ me to overcome my fears of old people. If I had not visited you, I wouldn’t have overcome the fears of going near ailing old folks. My parents, my parents-in-laws all did not allow me the chance to find that courage. (I damn freaked out having to ‘put’ both my in-laws in their coffins, I ran to their feet part so that I don’t need to see their faces. When my mom died, I was pregnant and wasn’t allowed near her.) You did. So I shall remember you.

It is funny how things worked out. In Cantonese, ‘charn kah lou yeh, yat lou soon fong’.

P/S : Anyone knows where in Ipoh town I can rent a nice holiday apartment? Need it for Saturday night.

Sometimes, I wish I had the same kind of relationship with my own parents like the way I have with my kids. Of course, I only have one parent, i.e. my mother. And I do not recall having the same kind of openness with her or talk in the same level.

Today, I dropped my two sons, #2 and #3 at church. I was driving. At the Green Lane/Jalan Hamilton/Jalan Batu Gantong traffic light, the traffic was crawling.

The green light shows 07 minutes before turning red. There is a huge yellow box that spans two junctions. So, I slowed down because I know I cannot make it to the other side of the yellow box.

But the silly sons of mine chanted, “pecut pecut pecut, ma…you can do it, you cannnnnn do it….”

So, I pun pecut lah. (Pecut = accelerate)

I got barely got my car’s butt over to the other end, out of the yellow box. A bit slower, I will be blocking the traffic. And the cilaka kids pulak, “Ma….look, police beside you! Die already, kena saman already!”

Haih, really lah, police on bike but not chasing me, lucky.

So, the next traffic light is the one which I am supposed to turn into our church, behind Caltex Green Lane.

This time, the #2 pulak, “Ma…drift, drift, drift….come on you can do it if you put your mind to it.” (talked in a tone mimicking those motivational speaker)

Sheeshh…this is not the first time their urgings got me drifting lah, pecut-ing lah and all kind things. Usually, it is darn funny because they always make fun of my driving, especially the parking.

They are forever comparing my driving with the father. Like, “Eh, ma…your husband only needs to turn right into the parking lot, you need to go in and out at least three times baru can masuk. Go ask your husband teach you how to park properly lah!”

Or, “Eh ma, your husband doesn’t care which direction the arrows show, he simply sumbat masuk the wrong direction. You also follow him lah, why follow the huge yellow arrows and make a big round lah?” (like those in Tesco’s carpark?)

Heh, now the #2 wants to buy an expensive pair of sneakers. He come to bodek-ing me. I told him, “Eh, you go ask my husband lah, he is the man of the house. I got no authority to approve these kind of things. I only have authority to drive out demons in Jesus’s name. Bwahaha!”

And the Catholic son of mine said, “This is call intercede lah, you go intercede for me.”

My reply, “You porrah, you want, you sendiri go and ask, I don’t want my backside get zhng. Intercede konon….”

Sigh…how lucky it is to grow up in a family with both parents. I hope all parents adopt this ’same level openness’ with your teens.

Hello! My name is Matthew and I am 5xmom’s number five. The pampered, spoilt, most photographed and most talk-about babe in the Malaysia blogosphere. My mommy thinks I am the most handsome boy in the whole, wide world, taking over the title from my older brother who received the title from the other older brother…..

My mommy uses child labour in this post because she knows I am better with describing something that I am addicted to - milk milk! She also wants me to confess that I am so addicted to my milk bottle. She says I am now five years old and shouldn’t be hook to my milk-milk.

So, let’s start again….milkoholic anonymous style…

Hello, my name is Matthew.
I am addicted to milk.
And I am addicted to milk served warm in a bottle with teat.

Of course, you should know that my mommy’s the breastfeeding advocate as she got her own breastfeeding forum and I am the product of breast milk, best thing in the world. That’s where I start my addiction from.

But mommy said she is not a cow and she dried up like a prune when I was 9 months old. I am a big eater so I need lots of milk to give me that rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes, baby fats and the energy to chase after my big brothers who bully me all the time.

Few days ago, mommy saw the advertisement about this new milk Friso Gold’s hygiene pack and she liked it as she won’t have to dip her finger into milk powder for scoop. Plus, it comes with a handy level to ensure more accurate servings of my milk. She told my papa that he must buy a can of Friso Gold. My poor papa went to several nearby stores and only found it in Tesco hypermarket because it is a new pack.

My accountant papa read through all the labels, see the nutrients, check the prices and count how many servings in a tin and finally bought it home.

I needed my milk fix so my mommy grabbed the tin from my papa and we made a bottle right there in the living room. (Wow, it was great to see that my mommy could prepare my milk faster than usual! )

Now, my papa grumbled that this milk seems to be more expensive than my current milk brand. He said it is because it contains good bacteria, L.reuteri and 20 other beneficial nutrients. I will not fall sick easily and of course, remain happy every time.

I walk barefoot a lot in the grass when I am in the playground. I roll on the grass when I wrestle with my kor-kor. So, mommy said the milk will keep off those bad bacterias and germs. Me thinks she watched too many advertisements….but as you know, my mommy is always right so who dares to argue with her?

I finished my usual 4 ozs and I asked for another one. My mommy was jumping with glee that I am drinking good stuffs instead of coke.

My accountant papa is sweating after my third bottle and he is bringing out the calculator to count how many tins he needs to stock.

Now, mommy said I must stop using the bottle because I am going to kindie next year but I can still drink from the cup. Papa said I must cut down my intake from 4 times a day to only twice per day because rice, flour, petrol and even milk naik harga.

My mommy glared at him and said, “So kedekut!” Don’t tell my kor-kors but when it comes to me, my mommy has no price limit. She said I am the king of the house and I can have all the milk I want.

So, uncles and aunties, kor-kor and jeh-jeh, do you think my mommy should indulge me with more milk and let me have my milk-milk, four times a day, in a bottle with teats?

Friso Gold 4 is that good. As good as the warm vanilla my mommy buys for me when she goes for her coffee fix in the coffee joint.

Initially, I wanted to make a car sticker with my blog URL. Then, I suddenly realised that I am inviting people to scratch it. LOL, kena bomb nanti.

So, I pestered my son to make me the reflective iron on. This son of mine hor, we don’t know spent how many thousands of RM to feed his passion, i.e. making reflective stuffs and yet, he took a long, long time to make just one miserable sticker for me. BTW, he imported the stuffs from China. Then, he hand cut the iron on and make caps and shirts. He can even sew those hip-hop don’t-know-what-they-call suspenders using reflective strips. Terror leh? He works on them with his friend/bro’s classmate, Sui Thong and they have a site at http://www.spectrumreflectors.com/.

So, now I have two t-shirts with my URL.

(tiu lor, I didn’t know my hair so brown and so curly wan?)

Now, I am waiting for *someone* to make a silk-screen of my blog URL (correct term ah?). After that, I can mass produce and give-away free 5xmom t-shirts. Hehehe. Only XXL sizes and above.

**Message to #2 - You see lah, I missed so many photo opportunities to promote my blog URL. Missed the photo with CM. Now I must go chase him for pictures again. First, make one “I am CM’s #1 fansee” Maybe, you can also make one with “I am with stupid” and I go take pikchures with BN’s politicians as well.

My post has been too depressing. Let’s see what I cooked for dinner yesterday.

Chicken with leeks, carrots, button mushrooms, cauliflower, onions, garlics and seasoned with dijon mustard and brandy.

After roasting for a while, slap a few pieces of frozen puff pastry. Sprinkle with mozarella cheese and glaze with egg.

Make some four cheese mashed potatoes and serve.

Tadaa…nice eh? Chicken RM12, vegetables and seasoning RM8. Pastry and cheese RM3. Sweats and drools - bucketful.

Now, who wants to marry me? Please leave your Swiss account number in the comment box.

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Hubby just returned from hospital and told me his bro-in-law has signed the consent form to get one of his kidney removed by surgery. He has gone for radiotherapy to stop the bleeding but failed. If he bleeds further, he may be too week to undergo any surgery. So, the doctor has booked the O.T. and ICU and they are just waiting for a schedule. It can be today or tomorrow.

In as much as the surgery sounds positive, we know it is highly risky because this is a major surgery. It is not as simple as open up, take out the kidney and stitch him back. The cancer has spread to the liver but the active cancer cells are in the kidney.

Someone wrote to me (Beth) about something. Thanks a lot, Beth but unfortunately, I dare not even pray for him openly. If anything happens, the repercussion is great. The blame will fall on me. So, I will just quietly, discreetly pray that he will be fine. I hope all of you will also lift him up in your prayers.

This morning I went to buy a packet of alphabet pasta which is very tiny pasta meant for toddlers. I blended the boiled vege like preparing baby’s food. I feel so blessed that I at least get to do something for him. I lovingly cut a piece of onion, a pip of garlic, one button mushroom, one floret of brocolli, five leaves of spinach, a tiny piece of potato and a few slices of fish. It is really a chore, I admit it. But I am lucky that I get to ‘chore’ it. When he is well, I know I had helped. If not, I know I had tried.

But on the other hand, I am very disappointed that both his children aren’t back yet. One will be back end of the month and the other, no indication yet. I want to be angry with them but what’s the point? It won’t bring them back fast enough to see their father wheeled into OT.

I don’t know lah…it is really none of my business but being involved with them for so long, I still feel utterly pissed. I can’t reveal all but I hope in future, if I am in such a situation, not knowing what will happen the next day, I want to see my own kids first. I don’t care what’s the price. (anyway, one day if they should stumbled upon this post and feel angry with me, I am going to tell them, it is none of your business how I feel. You are not in control of how I think and feel about you and if I had written anything embarrassing about you, too bad…Your auntie is a blogger, live with it.)

Anyway….I hope he sails through surgery, get his liver cancer cells zapped by radiotherapy and fight against the odds. The cancer is a stage 3. And we know that is bad news, no matter how positive we try to think.

Now, for something lighter…many days ago, when I just started preparing his drinks and meals, I would mumbled in the kitchen, “God bless the lalang I brew” (lalang - some kind of pak chi chou), “God bless the soup I cook” and my son said, “Ma…you siao or what lah? Think God so free ah?”

I told him, “If not how wor, later, your IBS auntie (who is super kuat complain) say this wrong, that wrong. I nervous you know…later eat already, lau sai, I mampus wei. So help me God.”

I am going to prepare another meal for dinner tonight and hope he gets to eat it before his surgery. The nurses haven’t put a Fasting order yet so I guess it will be more than 12 hours before surgery. I hope this will be one of the many meals I have to ‘chore’ it. Or….

Oh yeah, earlier when hubby came back and told me about the surgery, I went….. “Surgery! Remove kidney? Like this I must go church pray pray and tell Mother Mary to help pray liao. But now afternoon, church deserted, I dare not go alone. You follow me? ”

He said, ” Kenot…..Thomas cup live telecast.”

Men. *roll eyes*

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I got a confession to make. When I was very small, my mader always tell me story about Hansel and Gretel. But her version is damn scary wei. You know, the mader of the 5xmom, sure double kerng. She told me the old witch fatten up the kids and then, kreaaakkk, kreakk…kreakkkk…she chews off the finger bones. Finger by finger. Each day, she ate parts by parts. Toes, then the flesh….

My mom is not English literate and I am not Mandarin literate so there is no bed-time stories book but her own cerita. So, night after night, this mader of mine told me the same old crunchy fingers story. We don’t get Disney Channel, RTM pun tarak, TV pun tarak. So, I don’t know how many years my mom poisoned my mind with the same crispy, crunchy fingers, story.

Then, I got two neighbours’ grandmas who are super weird. One is a strict Nyonya who must have her baju Nyonya starched and ironed and the other is a super thin, sanggol grandma. Very much like my mom’s description lah. Those witches story? (God bless their souls)

After that, when my father was ailing, I wasn’t allowed to visit him at the hospital. So, all I remember about my father was a sick, ailing old man and a dead body. Some distance memory that old people die and they are scary. I have no father figure, sort of.

Next in my list of scary old folk is my father in-law. He got cancer of the stomach, was very sick and we fast-forward our wedding before he died. That time, I not yet ‘kam cheng’ with my father-in-law. So, again, scary old, sick man.

But you know what happened to the story teller? My mader lah. She sendiri diam-diam passed away while she was in good health. So, she was a picture of health to me. No scary old lady munching on little kids fingers. Pandai hor? Take a supersonic jetplane to heaven with no baggages. (actually it was very sad lah) Never even say goodbye, one night here, next few hours gone.

Then, it is my mother-in-law’s moment. I also not very ‘kam cheng’ with my MIL. Cannot help it cos feelings must come naturally. She got a stroke, in coma and was in the old folks home for a long time. Physically, I never take care of her when she was very, very ill. Scary, right? What if she opened her eyes and suddenly, bite my fingers?

And I have always been afraid of old people. Whether alive or sick or deceased ones. I have put four of them into the coffin, Taoist style, wearing clothes, feeding them etc (the corpses I mean). Taoist funerals are very freaky one.

Please pardon my way of describing the above. But today, I have passed that hurdle. I just visited my sister’s father-in-law. They almost arranged his funeral yesterday but today, he is rather alert. He is very old and very sick. But being a big boss of a dimsum restaurant, his will is still very strong and not giving up, just yet.

I don’t know what prompted me. But I walked over to him, spoke in Cantonese, which I have the vocab of a 3 years old. I told him, “Charn-kah-lou-yeh….Ngo hai Amy’s mui. Lei hou dik mei?”

He nodded. I held his warm and strong palms. I carried on speaking to him. He is wearing an oxygen mask but he is not cooperative and had pulled out every other tubes. Feeding tube, IV line, everything attached to him. He insisted to feed by mouth. Notty uncle.

I continue, “Lei oi teng yi sang wa…..moi kum kwai kah. Kwai kwai teng yi sang wa…..fai dit hou lor. Chi mm chi…”

Chewah…I can speak so well. All his children have visited him. He basically has no more baggage. He has the blessings of his children to do ‘what’ is best. Tomorrow they will need to give him dialysis because his kidneys are failing. His lungs are failing. His heart is not strong.

So, I silently laid my hands on his chest, discreetly say a long prayer for him. And I asked, “Lord Jesus, please send Your comfort on him and strengthen him and shelter him from any pain. Have mercy on him and all the patients here and Just Do It!”

Then, I told him, “Ngo kiu san pou yau lei, kwai kwai teng yi sang wa…” (I asked san = god to protect and bless you, be good and listen to the doctor)

Yesterday, they already arranged everything to bring him back to Ipoh. They have also called the Buddist monk to say the final rites. But well….uncle probably have something to wait for.

My nephew, his eldest grandson is getting married on June 14. Maybe he wants to drink that sam pou cha.

So, Chow KW, get your wife-to-be back home ASAP, get her to give yeh-yeh a cup of tea and tell your yeh-yeh he now has an additional grand daughter-in-law. Leave the rest to the Lord’s Will. (Btw, my nephew has embraced Christ recently. Praise the Lord) Tell your mom to prepare an angpow on his behalf and make it like a wedding tea ceremony. I am sure that’s why your yeh-yeh is still waiting. He is in much discomfort and he shouldn’t be in this situation. Call me if you want me to be the tai kham por. LOL.

Ah yee-yee did this on my wedding too. My father-in-law was also dying and I gave him tea before I had the wedding ceremony. But he held on until after my wedding ceremony which is a few days later. I wanted to tell your mom but your koo-cheh, sok-sok and the uncles are there so I dare not say. Later they take broom and chase me. Moreover, it is more dramatic if you read this slowly and digest it with Jane. (hope I get the name right?) Your grandpa is very Chinaman, so I guess he wants to see the eldest grandson get married first. June 14 for an ailing old man like him is full of agonies. And your parents and uncles and aunties all so old already, cannot live with these stresses and false alarms so often) Do what Jesus prompts you, ok?

So, yeah, I am so thankful that I don’t have fear of the aged and sick people. Thank you, Lord.

LOL, I just warned my old man (hubby lah). I told him, “Next time ha….you better fast-fast go. Or else, you wait I go first, then you stay behind.”

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I am always the notty-notty one because if I feel strongly for something, I will have the balls to do it. Many, many years ago, I drafted a list of things to pray for and emailed it to my church priest (Father S) and told him to pray for these group of mothers because if anything, they are the ones who need it most than us all, the happy mothers. He told me he would. What I did can be seen as cutting through hierarchy. But who cares…

I forgot about this until today and I thought I can squeeze it at the last minute. So, I wrote a list :

Can we pray for these mothers?

1) Mothers who are abandoned by their children;
2) Women who are longing for children;
3) Mothers whose children have returned to the Lord; (I have friends who dreaded this day because they are parents but no longer have their kid. My prayers for you, Dr. D)
4) and mothers who are battling illness and are rendered helpless in taking care of their kids (when I see someone in her wheelchair with her four kids, it always break my heart)

But unfortunately, I was too late. It wasn’t part of the ’schedule’ because there is already a prayer for all mothers. I am a little disappointed. I am totally, absolutely, geram-ly disappointed. To me, what good is all the pomp and pageantry and joy and roses and gifts and all the smoke and all the ‘imports’ when we cannot fit in to think of these mothers and remember them for the pain, sufferings and loneliness they feel on this so-called Happy Mothers’ Day?

So, yeah, big deal it is a happy mothers day. Sad mothers, lonely mothers, suffering mothers, disappointed mothers and any other women who are infertile, you shall have to wait. Tomorrow is our happy mothers special day.

**OK, end of rants. No one is to comment on the above personal rant, ok?**

Now, regular post, ok?

So, my church has a fund-raising event, selling overpriced roses and teddy bears.

Usual lah, get into the compound, kena from left, right and center, “Lilian, come and get your roses.”

Me : Never mind lah…later *grins fakely*

My #2 and I went in first and were seated. Aiyoyo, sweat…..all the other women have bunches of it worrr….

Then, my #3 son came and asked me if he can go and buy a sandwich (after his cathecism class). I gave him fifty bucks and told him,

“Nah, go get your sandwich and then, buy one rose. Get some small changes or else I have no money to give for offerings.”

And my #2 lectured me….

“Hah….peer pressure lah. Submit to materialism. Why need roses to show the love? We never show love any other day, issit?”

I retorted, “HOI! I am your mother or you are my mother ah? You see, they got flowers mah. I don’t have, mana mau taruh ini muka? If not, people later say I kedekut never support their funds raising mah…Cilaka lu”

(two priceless joys and two overpriced teddy bears)

My #2 son somemore rub it in….”Chey…..you so kiasu lah. What people have, you also must have.” Last last, kena 2 x RM15 teddy bears and 1 stalk of rose ‘cos my two kids fought over one teddy bear.

Anyway…I took damn cun photos today. My #2 is assigned to be the Youth Group orrrhhh-si-fail photographer. But he needs to take video and photos. So, I pun help him lah. The 100 photos I took all dem cun. You know why? Because my cilaka sensor in my brain caused all the photos to senget sebelah. The right side is higher than the left side. Hahaha, cos Jesus is seated at the right hand of the Father mah….(CHS photos over here)

HAPPY NIAMAH’S DAY LAH!

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I left for church at 5.30 pm while hubby picked up the kids from cathecism class and brought them to the park. He told me he has live football match at 7.45 pm. So, we won’t be able to go out for dinner but he said he will ‘tapau’. I suggested to him, “Haiyah, why don’t you try cooking dinner then? We have extended sermon so I won’t be back till late.”

7.45 pm, I reached home. I can smell rice cooking because the Thai fragrant rice leaves a very nice fragrance. But guess what? No dishes. He was already glued to the TV.

So, I asked, “HUH? dishes leh? Eat rice with soya sauce kah?”

Eyes glued to the TV, he said, “Nay, got fried dace with black beans and baked beans. Open them, mah can eat liao lor.”

Men.

I then took out a packet of pork grown on trees (vegetarian meat) from the freezer. Dump it into water. I went to change clothes.

And tadaaa…..30 minutes, dinner is served.

Baked beans and eggs.

Stir fried mushroom, celery and vegetarian pork.

Leftover lotus root soup. And one more left over tauyew bak.

Last week, ManU and Chelsea caused me to miss the Sikh party. This week ManU and West HamU, caused me to speed cooking with make-up and mascara. I hate you ManU!

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