tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758910393771797672024-03-14T22:43:56.891+08:00on the miracle of life and the tenderness of beingsharing the becoming and growth of our first child; an experiential walkthrough of the sometimes daunting, but oftentimes delightful and gratifying journey of childbirth and parenthood; a personal discovery of the miracle of life and the tenderness of being;luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.comBlogger207125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-69982631038298751962014-02-04T10:19:00.000+08:002014-02-04T10:19:28.554+08:00Dance in A<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><u>How Bryan Started with Violin</u></b><br />
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It started with that fortuitous encounter with the children's string performance at Robertson Quay 2 christmases ago, when Bryan just finished playing at the indoor playground, and he was stopped in his tracks by the enchanting music delivered by the children of Wolfgang Violin studio. He was riveted, neither the lure of dinner after a completely exhausting run at Pollywogs, nor the insistent tugging of his mates to go run around the courtyard could unroot him from where he stood. He just gazed in amazement at the rendition of silent night as the harmonic sounds of mini violins just filled the courtyard, or at least to him they did.<br />
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That was a one-off event, Ade and I thought to myself, but months later, Bryan tried, "Mummy i want to buy a violin", and we thought, hmmm, the violin is a difficult instrument to master, one which probably requires lots of focus and commitment to pick up. We were apprehensive, for Bryan does have a record of having a short attention span to his toys, and we knew that the violin was quite a big commitment in terms of time and money, and not an anyhow 'masak - masak' kind of venture.<br />
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November last year, it was on the streets of Taiwan when Bryan chanced upon someone basking for school fees with his violin, and again, he grew roots to the ground, mouth gaping, eyes wide with wonder at the music emanating from the guy's instrument. When we came back to Singapore, Bryan asked Ade "mummy, it is already year end right? I thought you said I can go for violin trial class if I asked at the end of the year? Can?" And that was it, the next time he asked, we decided to bring him for a trial, just to test water. Straightaway the magic of last years christmas children violin performance floated into the cloud of our memory and we thought why not lets just bring him to the school that produced such child talents.<br />
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During Trial class, Bryan touched his first ever violin, and was guided by Mrs Annie Lee to produce beautify sounds from it. Raw, but melodious. Full notes, without the expected first time squeak which just rang of mucho mucho potential. We thought that it is only the duty of a parent not to vanquish the desire of a child to learn an instrument, but Bryan did more than that, he exhibited hunger at wanting to play it more, hence we bought the violin right away, and signed him up!<br />
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Now, this violin is an interesting piece. It wasn't brand new, but it was the very same violin he carried in to trial class, the violin which bowed up such beautiful sound, that one could have said that it chose him as much as he chose it. They were made for each other to begin this musical journey of his.<br />
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I was sitting on my couch reading when the smell of fresh orange juice wafted through the air, and strummed my cake nerves in advance. Hours later, the batches of <b>carrot cake </b>graced our dining table, ready to be dished out for our new years party with the kids tomorrow in the garden lounge.<br />
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Roasted crunchy walnuts disguised like rocks in an edible zen stone garden, or a pastry martian landscape, embedded gently onto zesty whips of orange flavored cream cheese.luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-39916186774763935382011-12-19T19:41:00.001+08:002011-12-30T20:16:40.518+08:00Floor Christmas party bakeThis year, level 3 of BlK 84 Lakeholmz had a floor party, utilizing the common corridor shared by 4 units, 4 nationalities, coming together to have a nice Christmas gathering, over a fusion potluck feast.<br />
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Conceived with the intention of neighborliness, friendly warmth and festive feelings, it was a superb night everybody had.<br />
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Adeline baked a tasty chocolate cake with a nice homely cottage sitting on it. Extends the comfortable, fuzzy feeling of home out to the common corridor.<br />
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She also whipped up a multi- tierm tray of cup cakes, splashed with candied multi color sugariness embedded into dollops of nutella, altogether an all-star Christmassy topping over chocolate cupcake bases. Wow, whets my appetite just reminiscing on them as I write.<br />
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<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-28841108597119151902011-12-16T09:11:00.001+08:002011-12-16T09:11:21.948+08:00Special day<br /><br /><br />Today is a special day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-44127518522112217792011-12-16T09:07:00.001+08:002011-12-16T09:07:42.474+08:00Bryans 3<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/15/2080.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/15/s_2080.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Bryan celebrated his 3rd birthday in school this year on 10th November. The cake above is made by Ade. Underneath the colorful creamy exterior depiction of a child's dream, is the tastiest chocolate cake with Oreo cream layer filings. <br /><br />Ade researched, planned, sweat, scrambled, whipped and crafted rehearsals for this cake months before this occasion. Here's another close up. Bryan loves Thomas the train, and this cake is it's backdrop.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/15/2083.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/15/s_2083.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />From this you can tell that even at close range before you shovel a forkful into your impatient mouth, the intricate piping patterns make this cake such a thing of beauty. It cost maybe over $200 to buy a cake like this from a professional, but it is priceless if mummy made this. <br /><br />Bryan, when you read this next time, go give mummy another hug for it.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/15/2084.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/15/s_2084.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /><br />Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-63136644204205507742011-12-12T21:41:00.001+08:002011-12-30T20:16:56.649+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Adeline made a beautiful black forest cake for me and my dad for our birthday celebration. Usually, it does not matter if the cake tasted good or not, but it is the thought that counts. This cake however, was so good, i had a really special feeling eating it. My dad who is usually very careful about his diet went for second helpings. Decked a 3 storey pastry penthouse, sandwiching 2 layers of a mish mash of cream and fruit fillings, so good that one wouldn't know where to start eating the cake slice. Love you dear, for making the super cake.<br />
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<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-90039240294749083792011-08-23T23:01:00.001+08:002011-08-23T23:01:35.278+08:00ClosureToday Ade and myself discovered that our unborn child's heartbeat had stopped at about 8.5 weeks. It is heartwrenching, but somehow with the experience of a blighted ovum before (refer to early posts) and the gift of our now only son, we feel comforted and prepared for this.<br /><br />Nothing of course prepares anyone for a whisper of life so delicate yet to be snuffed out so quickly. I wouldn't say this was unexpected. At 6.5 weeks, we found that the amniotic sac was small compared to the yolk sac, and our gynae raised concerns on the health of this pregnancy.<br /><br />Back then, despite clinical advice that it wouldn't do much, and reading several reports online that it does help, ade started drinking at least 1.5 times as much water as she normally would, averaging 14 glasses/day. <br /><br />Just last Saturday, our scan at 8 weeks 2 days showed not just a small foetus, but a vaguely unclear form compared to what should have been. Amniotic fluid didn't restore to normal levels, but it looked to us to have improved a teeny bit. However, the strong sounding heartbeat gave us the false psychological affirmation that our little one could have been a fighter and pushed through Our gynae pointed to 3 factors that suggested the contrary.<br /><br />1 - absolute size was small (at 8wks 2d should have been about 15mm instead of 11mm)<br />2 - rate of growth was slowing, suggesting eventual stop<br />3 - shape wasn't distinct as it should be, suggesting complications should baby have survived this phase.<br /><br />All Life is precious. We are reminded once again, that we are all lucky survivors, and should treasure the one/ones that we already have.<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-39977645401638288712011-08-17T07:19:00.001+08:002011-08-17T08:51:04.324+08:008weeks 2days<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/16/3749.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/16/s_3749.jpg' border='0' width='276' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />This pregnancy, Ade has rolled into a good starting solid list of cravings already:-<br /><br />Chicken satay <br />Swiss roll (must be polar ones without icing)<br />Indomee instant mee goreng<br /><br />I managed 2 out of 3 so far!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-11868244466347092252011-08-14T15:13:00.001+08:002011-08-14T15:13:12.001+08:006 weeks 2 days<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/14/28.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/14/s_28.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='221' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-37200773323821049872011-07-21T07:13:00.001+08:002011-07-22T20:54:01.962+08:00Tummy at 4 weeks 2 days<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/22/1234.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/22/s_1234.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='131' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-67454214417395717362011-07-19T21:12:00.001+08:002011-07-19T22:00:31.233+08:00Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..*breathe* ....... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/19/1313.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/19/s_1313.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />They say a picture says a thousand words, this picture above says everything that we felt this morning when we first saw it, indescribable even with a million words.<br /><br />It's been a long enough wait, we were in fact numbed by the number of times our hearts sank by the arrival of the first signs of spotting, or worse still sometimes the slight delay of it.<br /><br />Last night before we found out, we suddenly had an impulse to have durian, an unimaginable thing ever since we started controlling our diets. Maybe it was instinctively a pre celebration, this morning at 4.30I got woken by the stick waved in front of me, followed by 10 minutes of suppressed squeals,, in case we woke Bryan.<br /><br />Cheers all, we begin a new chapter to the story of our family. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-12384018077675320362011-05-19T21:10:00.001+08:002011-05-19T21:10:44.827+08:00Marina bay sands staycation<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/19/889.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/19/s_889.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Bryan intercepted my welcome cocktail drink of pink guava juice, and drank like a seasoned champagne connoisseur. We bunked in at MBS to celebrate mummy's bday. On the following morning, we all soaked at the highly acclaimed infinity pool, but the novelty wore off before we even warmed up. <br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-54232694006760855392011-05-19T21:05:00.001+08:002011-05-19T21:05:48.439+08:00Farm visit<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/19/873.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/19/s_873.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />This Vesak day, we went on a playdate to the bollywood veggies farm. It was a refreshing drive down lim Chu kang road, going past farmland which I didn't know still exist in Singapore. There was an air-conditioned cafe near the entrance where we had chilled fig tea and nasi lemak. The trip was nice and enlightening with a huge variety of tree types. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-71283613055992202042011-01-24T09:10:00.001+08:002011-01-25T07:37:49.323+08:00Mr Man at jp<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/24/2213.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/24/s_2213.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Bryan mimicked the mr man outfit with 2 pails. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/23/2539.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/23/s_2539.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ever since Bryan saw the vivocity drummers, he had been asking me to show him the video I took of them every night, and this had been going on for coming half a year.<br /><br />Yesterday, Bryan spotted a toy drum at kiddy palace Jurong point, and it was like love at first sight. After the purchase, I had to tear open the packaging and Bryan became 'Mr Man' as was the name he gave to the Vivo drummers, beating to the ambient Chinese new year songs for a good one hour, much to the envy of the other kids who saw him.<br /><br />To us all, it may just be hitting away at a plastic noise making toy, but to little Bryan, he was a proud performer living out the dream he had always imagined himself to be one day, to be like Mr Man, marching down the mall alley, and one just had to notice how serious he was at his job to see that!<br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-50994788946601416262010-12-28T19:16:00.001+08:002010-12-28T19:16:26.361+08:00Thank you Bryan for giving us a wonderful christmas<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/560.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/s_560.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Happy holidays and lots of festive cheer. Christmas has always been the time of the year I look forward to, because there are happy faces and loud laughter from the many gift exchanges. but this year, Bryan made me feel beyond that, he showed me pure happiness. How so? You may ask that he doesn't know the real meaning of Christmas, not that many who celebrate it really do, or what it stands for just yet - precisely that's what makes his happiness real pure. Perhaps it's the increase in the number of beautifully decorated Christmas trees around, or maybe it's the sudden opening of many presents on Christmas morning. I think it may be the many parties organized around Christmas, that he senses the festive spirit. With warm neighborly camp-overs, BBQs with friends, lunch and visiting with grandparents, and gift exchanges in school, Christmas landed right on bryans doorstep like sudden snow falling from the December sky. He embraced it naturally like how I wouldn't have expected it.<br /><br />I don't know exactly what it is, but for the first time, Christmas felt extra special to me. I used to go to church or midnight mass, visit relatives every year and partake in that Christmas shopping build up to gift exchanges. This year, just seeing that happy Bryan face after a family hug did it for me.<br /><br />Love u both.<br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-85882272742928122332010-12-16T21:34:00.001+08:002010-12-16T21:34:48.794+08:00Little drummer boy<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/16/673.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/16/s_673.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-74055640938446496652010-12-01T19:43:00.001+08:002010-12-01T19:43:55.209+08:00Apple juicy apple sweet!We asked Bryan to draw an apple on his mini magnetic board and he came up with this!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/01/479.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/01/s_479.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-27572561891009769202010-11-06T19:08:00.001+08:002010-11-06T19:33:51.640+08:00Bryan is 2!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm24vGn1piH19yCDFNALJYJjOGVRzXABKc6MO3HxnI-NsVXRRPWMons9CXK9d-MJS7xmHHyv2nG0zaJETm5EmuA3m3JxZHkTwykRD-qzk0fvDe4DqH-IFfHx01CHzoW4j6_ysxDL7ymfoR/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm24vGn1piH19yCDFNALJYJjOGVRzXABKc6MO3HxnI-NsVXRRPWMons9CXK9d-MJS7xmHHyv2nG0zaJETm5EmuA3m3JxZHkTwykRD-qzk0fvDe4DqH-IFfHx01CHzoW4j6_ysxDL7ymfoR/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3qitHnHN9t9DrJ4oyRFnkgH2BTeC_L1bVQjC0Qpyg2cL-uHlC4u3HRGpChQAxqaLmVfN0xoKJEuhrYxWM_MviM5NMHWIY4E8RqxRBtlHx1QlO1sS3WHR9eZ4tbtLw12RfMsOQwZfJH0S/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3qitHnHN9t9DrJ4oyRFnkgH2BTeC_L1bVQjC0Qpyg2cL-uHlC4u3HRGpChQAxqaLmVfN0xoKJEuhrYxWM_MviM5NMHWIY4E8RqxRBtlHx1QlO1sS3WHR9eZ4tbtLw12RfMsOQwZfJH0S/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" width="212" /></a></div> Ice cream cone cupcake surprise - the cone rim is welded with hazelnuttella and dark chocolate cereal balls. Underneath the upturned muffin is a treasure trove of candies - mixed M&Ms and japanese jelly chocolate beans. Topping it all is a swirl of nutella, sprinkles of rainbowrice and a marshmellow flower to soften up your guilt. Overall, this army of candies will obliterate all sweet tooths and chocolate cravings.<br />
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Ade and Aunty Rose woke up early this morning to make these for Bryan's party. <br />
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As if shaking it off isn't enough, as we had anticipated. This mini bouncy castle was a superb solution to burn off the rest of Bryan's happy energy. It was a blast, especially when he recently grew some serious jumping beans.<br />
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Mummy planned the fan cake project from months back, researching on the net, producing sketches with daddy, and a couple of drafts. We even used AUTOCAD to create a template for cutting the fan blades.<br />
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Chocolate sprinkles were from a special source, which we serendipitously got hold of during our anniversary celebration.<br />
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For this cake, mummy took leave and did a trial run. Days of shopping, testing, brainstorming, dry and wet rehearsals turned into the most beautiful three dimensional fan cake ever baked. Beautiful as it must be in Bryan's heart, as his favourite fan became a cake, and it was made by his dear mummy.<br />
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Bryan changed into pyjamas and got ready for the usual night routine at a completely different place.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKNnZeBVsdJGJ-fA8HUL4oRdzWMvjAuThFUkg8nJ0KTWTfnZBgROysLu583HkU72JX5IA1mvtiUP-MWZctJRFV7Z-3Sz2D2E2006iM2v4pmNxsr16bYSxXZU9-z9kGx-XP-93hADr0syX/s1600/DSC_0659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKNnZeBVsdJGJ-fA8HUL4oRdzWMvjAuThFUkg8nJ0KTWTfnZBgROysLu583HkU72JX5IA1mvtiUP-MWZctJRFV7Z-3Sz2D2E2006iM2v4pmNxsr16bYSxXZU9-z9kGx-XP-93hADr0syX/s320/DSC_0659.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The next morning, we had a great family swim at the play pool, as seen from our room above. All in all, it was a beautiful anniversary.luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-32372487429325802052010-08-29T09:33:00.000+08:002010-08-29T09:33:17.893+08:00Baking Green Tea and Chocolate Snow Skin Mooncakes<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The completed mooncakes from the top.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Bryan's godma Eileen came over to try making mooncakes with Ade yesterday morning. It was both their first tries. I brought Bryan to take refuge at his grandparent's, so that the ladies could whip up their snow storm.<br />
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The results are as shown i.e. delicately printed powderd little medallions of creamy paste made of three different flavours:-<br />
<ul><li>Snow Skin Green tea and mango paste</li>
<li>Snow Skin Chocolate almond nips lotus paste</li>
<li>Snow Skin Green tea almond nips lotus paste</li>
</ul>Fit for royal consumption. Excuse me while i go sink my teeth into one of them, before the little prince ravages them all.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzDgfjWQSWDiZVpQKyE5oWL6qu15wJAYSzTIoSL1Xwv_uVaz3a1dst96mzSwKzflPIjtJ5m2X0fZdlpstg-o86K-GMbjwB1zZQYiU_pcijeA9n04SOtU3jdx0XhUiM0lqrQPF4HadDYkB/s1600/DSC_0413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzDgfjWQSWDiZVpQKyE5oWL6qu15wJAYSzTIoSL1Xwv_uVaz3a1dst96mzSwKzflPIjtJ5m2X0fZdlpstg-o86K-GMbjwB1zZQYiU_pcijeA9n04SOtU3jdx0XhUiM0lqrQPF4HadDYkB/s320/DSC_0413.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Half view of mooncakes showing the chocolate and greentea variations.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-73332464578601748932010-08-10T07:47:00.000+08:002010-08-10T07:50:47.900+08:00Rochester buffet breakfast play<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/2030.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/s_2030.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It was a feat getting a nice big group out of their beds on early Sunday morning, as we all met at 7 Rochester for a morning toddler gathering. By 10am, all the individual families have arrived and were digging in the breakfast.<br /><br />everyone was donned in red in the national day theme.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/2031.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/s_2031.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Behind the jar of apples lie the breakfast buffet counter, which laid out the food which could do with more improvement, like softer pancakes for example, and better hashbrown. However, the nice greenery and outdoor location made up for it slightly.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/2032.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/s_2032.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/2033.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/s_2033.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The playhouse was lovely. For a nominal fee, our feisty little children got their hands and bodies real busy in the clean and organized playroom, perfect for leaving mummy and daddy with a little solace for a greatly yearned together time without having to juggle a squirmy worm with breakfast sausages.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/2034.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/09/s_2034.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />When time was up in the playroom (they charge by the half hour after the first hour), Bryan's expression above says it all on how much he wanted to get back inside.<br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-81823166888782016082010-08-08T13:43:00.000+08:002010-08-08T13:47:06.135+08:00After a fun morning at RochesterBryan is expending the rest of his almost boundless energy at hong kong cafe anchor point. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/07/3103.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/07/s_3103.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-43688978516546100532010-08-04T07:53:00.000+08:002010-08-04T07:59:27.939+08:00Ketchup slurping monster<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/03/2065.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/03/s_2065.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/03/2066.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/03/s_2066.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Bryan newly discovered the joy of dips. At mos burger Jurong point, everything edible went into the ketchup tray first, including his fingers. After a while, mummy realizes that he ain't eating the French fry at all, but the sauce dish was starting to empty out. <br /><br />We tried giving him a piece of bread to distract him, but it turns out the bread was like a better sponge. <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375891039377179767.post-64447243689855641802010-08-04T07:47:00.000+08:002010-08-04T07:54:00.191+08:00Bryans haircut<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/03/2062.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/03/s_2062.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Before haircut<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/03/2063.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/03/s_2063.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />After haircut!<br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />luthadelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281818008987144881noreply@blogger.com0