Flowers...

My hubby dear and my little darling bought flowers for me today. Out of the blue, with no reason whatsoever, they bought me flowers...... Magical. 

Maybe, its the little one in the tummy effect, that the two are being extra kind to mom. :)

Second hand TV on sale!

I would like to sell my TV at the earliest possible date. Soon, I might even consider giving it out for free. Its best to check out this page once in a while, there might be just an irresistable offer on TV ;)

The other good option would be to buy another TV, definitely bigger than his. ;) However, it all boils down to the money, and poor Betsy has no money lah! Anybody out there giving out a TV for free?

This dislike for TV started when the little one began to insist on watching Barney and friends over and over again. The dislike has grown multiple folds now and the reason and the only reason being the Cricket World cup. Worry never comes in single, they say, there is IPL to follow soon after World cup. I've always wondered what sort of game goes on for hours and hours, why not play for an hour or two and call it a day. Warning to all the cricket enthusiast, please refrain from reading this blog until the end of cricket craze for this season.

How I wish, I had graduated from Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and I could cast a spell on the cricket crazy husband. Magic wounld have come in handy then.The husband comes home only for cricket these days. I can understand if you watch the matches, but why the highlights, the players talking and whatever that is on cricket. The other day I even caught him watching something about the pitch and the ground. I'm sure he needs counselling.

In case, you come home and can't find my husband, please tap gently on the couch. I swear one of these days, he would turn the same colour as my couch and will be mistaken to be part of the couch. If the gentle tap doesn't work, a hard kick definitely will. 

My little darling has also been sidelined. She is allowed to watch her Barney during meal times on split screen. The first few days, she raised hue and cry, but even she seems to have realised that this isn't a good time to mess with Daddy. Hence, its half the screen for Cricket and half for Barney.

I tried to bet on the match today between India and England . I bet on India not going beyond 335 runs and he otherwise. He said I can buy a dress if he loses. Sadly, I lost and a lesson learnt, don't bet against the expert.

I tried another bet for 500$. My bet was on India losing this world cup and I wanted him to bet against me, but he just wouldn't. He says I can pick one of the teams and bet on them instead. Duh, whats the fun there? The probability that India would lose the world cup is much more than India winning the world cup, just in terms of maths and probability.

Inspite of all my efforts in making it fun for me, it isn't working out at all for me. Gosh, The other day the match at Bangladesh with the shrill blasts of whistles, honking horns which went on for hours, gave me a terrible head ache.

Finally....a  kind request to fellow readers, if you see a mom with hair springing out in odd angles, with a suitcase, a barney bag and a little girl, both looking lost, its probably me and Nephy. Please take me to the airport, look through my wallet, and you will find a supplementary credit card, with it, book me on a flight to Chennai and give my dad a ring. Thank you. 

Teh Tarik & Kaya Toast

I discovered Teh Tarik & Kaya Toast  during my first year in SG and I, still haven't got bored of it. A little detail here. Teh Tarik is made from black tea with condensed milk and Kaya Toast is toast with a spread made from egg, coconut with a dash of pandan for flavour(am only guessing here). Its served with a slice of butter in between the slices.

Nothing interesting right? After all, its just tea and toast with a different name. You are mighty wrong, you definitely have to try this to believe it.

The dear husband is a firm believer in Do-Not-Try-Food-That-You-Haven't-Tried-Before, including your wife's!! So, it was my ex colleagues & good friends, Bala & Vanitha who took me to the Toast Box (City Link Underpass) for my first taste of Kaya toast and tea and I have been a true fan since then.

Finally, the big-dearie came around and tried it and bingo! He liked it. It soon turned out to be a weekly affair. The little-dearie followed after mom and she began to love it too.

So,  I began spreading word of it. Never had anyone whom I had cajoled( / bribed) into trying it hadn't gone 'Yummm....'. The list includes my mom , dad, bro and a few friends. Well, my bro & dad wouldn't need to be cajoled / bribed, they are always game to try anything in the name of food and I wish I had your guts(and did I tell you how my dad developed a itchy food allergy, after he tried some seafood in Malaysia once, that would another funny post... another time )!!

Long live Kaya Toast! Long live Teh Tarik!!Oh, Teh Tarik, is the closest to my mom's tea that I've ever had.

However,  I would suggest that you only try this from Yakun Kaya!!

Look who.....

One sunny morning, I was hanging out my laundry and there was this lovely little yellow colored birdie who came flying down to sit on the hanging rod. By the time, I returned back with a camera to capture her, she was long gone. But, there was somebody else waiting for my return and who like a well-mannered professional, graced a few poses for my blog. A red and black insect on my bamboo hanging stick. If you have been to Singapore, you would be acquainted with the rather unusual laundry drying rod. A few bamboo sticks are used to hang out the clothes to dry in the sun. Quite ingenious, and I love the idea. However, I have had a few not-so-good incidents in the past, of dropping my clothes and I do go knocking on the folks who live in the floor below us asking  favours. There had been times, when I had dropped a bamboo stick with Nephy's bed clipped on to it. It has already been a week since this happened, but I could still see the bed up on the tree...drying!! Hope, they don't take me in for killer litter. Considering the fact, that I live on the 15th floor, the bamboo rod with the bed would perfectly fit into the definition of a killer litter. 

All said and done, its absolutely lovely to look down on the top of the trees from up high, and to see clothes hanging out floor after floor after floor. God save me, if am falling in love with Singapore and I have feeling that I slowly am.....