How Well Do You See Colour?

A friend posted this on Facebook.
I had to give it a try.

And this was my results.

 

Have a go!

Happy Midautumn Festival!

This year, we decided to bake our own traditional (mini) mooncakes instead of buying fancy ones for the parents.

Our first batch of mooncakes didn't turn out as expected because I was smart enough to think that eggwash = egg yolks only. That left a really thick layer of eggy-smelling gloss on the mooncakes. Fortunately they turned out pretty decent a couple of days later.

Our second batch was done following the recipe to the T.
They turned out pretty decent. And the parents were all really encouraging.

They were surprisingly easy to make.
And I'm happy that with the recipe, I can make myself 'mooncake' skin to eat anytime. :)


Happy Midatumn Festival!

Recipe from Happy Home Baking.

 

 

 

 



Bye Baggage!

The other time I mentioned a 'baggage' I was holding on to.

One that took my smiles away and made me a bitter person.

Today, I chucked that 'baggage' aside and said goodbye to it forever. I'm glad I cleared things up.

I think I can be a better person now. :D

13 years

13 years ago, today.
ICQ.

After a chat with dear friends who chatted with "Mr-Silly-You-Should-Persevere", this message flashed on the screen.

"Remember this day."
"This is the start of MI3." (I think we weren't expecting Mission Impossible to have a Part 3 after so many years.)
"I'm going to pursue you."

Whoa.

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Thankful for the friends who talked to "Mr-Silly-You-Should-Persevere" that night. I have no idea what they told him but I'm glad they did.
Thankful this happened.
Thankful that 13 years on, we are happily married and preparing for the arrival for our little bundle of joy.


To many more years to come.

Letting Go

I guess when there's hurt and anger involved, it's not easy to let go.
Everything the person does will seem unacceptable, even though you know it's perfectly fine if others were to do the exact same thing.

Some days I have to remind myself (loudly), to be appreciative of the things that was done for me.
It's not easy.
But I think I should be able to do it someday, somehow.

Once he is convinced.
When he is convinced, I will be too.

{Little Bits of Married Life #9} - A Doting Daddy

I came across this quote on Pinterest once.

"The best way a father can love his children is to love their mother."

Since we found out I was expecting, hubby has taken over the weekend chores.
These few days when Mummy was away on a short getaway, he took on most of the chores.
After a long day at work.
I basically just needed to bathe and feed myself and do nothing at all.

He tucks me in at bedtime.
He pats me to sleep.
He wakes up in the middle of the night to coax me to sleep if I have nightmares.

He volunteers to read to Baby as often as he can.
He tries to do it daily.
He reminds me to read and sing to Baby every single day.

He never believe that love = giving gifts / pampering with material goods.
But when my iPhone screen blacked out on me because I dropped it way too many times, he was ready to get me a new one. Not before a gentle, yet firm talking-to.
He lovingly told me off, like how a father would to his daughter.
And immediately said, "Go think if you'd want an (Samsung) S4 or iPhone 5."

And much as he hates it, he caught the cockroach that was enjoying our house.
Alive.
Without smashing it flat with rolled newspapers.

He IS ready to be Daddy.
We feel the love.


That is also why, I feel very upset when I heard things about him that is untrue.
I have no idea how it came about.
It was just so out of the blue. Without basis.
It doesn't feel good at all.

I hope those gossipmongers / people who assume know better.
When you assume, you make an ass out of u and me.
And I will hate you.