coming soon is here.

i couldn't help myself.

last pieces from russia.

had a wonderful time shopping. i really do consider them all as my birthday gifts 2011.

thank you shek, naj, claire, doris, aka, jenna, charles, khiong,dumin,cherrie.

*buttocks*

coming soon

one full minute is enough

papa's roses

I wrote a story about my Mother

I wrote a story about my mother gambling.
We were in the same school. She was a teacher.
She saw my English essay book wide-open on the table that evening after school.
This wouldn't have happened if Mrs.Ong didn't correct every sentence with her damn red ink.
My mother would have keep sweeping and leave.

I got a scolding from Mother, she said it embarrassed her.
But I was proud to write that story, and to say sometimes she gets real lucky and everybody is happy.
But Mother said these are private things, it should remain that way
Again i read my essay,
 I had written somewhere that Grandma scolded her for not cooking the rice when its dinner time.

empty beer bottle

My dad was tipsy once during dinner in 1990s. He grabbed one of the few emptied beer bottles on the table. They were either Carlsberg or Tiger Beer I don't remember I was 9. Then he crumpled the aluminium stickers we had torn off from the bottles into small balls and started dropping them in. We ( the children ) were looking at each other giggling at our papa, who was also giggling, anticipating this super scientific thing he was showing.

Lastly, he took the a wine cork ( which means there should have been wine too ), examined it with one eye closed then put it on the mouth of the bottle and push and push and push it in. 'pop' it went in.

And he turned the bottle up-side-down and said " Constipation."