I was fine. Honest. My luggage was a war zone, my bedroom was like Middle East conflict- all chaotic and messy. The custard needed to be stirred well, the trifle all set to be flooded with the hot milky custard. I was still in my working clothes, moving back and forth from my bedroom to the [...]
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Of Safra, (Imaginary) Soup and Separation
Posted in growing up with safra on October 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Of Ayam and Kites
Posted in growing up with safra on July 30, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The best part of being a kid, I believe, is that you see what you see.
And you say what you see as you see it.
Most importantly, you can get away with it.
For example, I would not dare to make fun of someone’s big belly out loud at 30 as compared to say, Safra’s honest opinion [...]
Of Saturday Morning & Pool Bash With The Li’l Gremlin. :)
Posted in growing up with safra on February 21, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I missed my blog so much. I have not pour all my deepest feelings of happiness, sadness, guilt and regret here for a while and that is because I am damn busy. Plus the fact that I was on Cloud 9 after I managed to secure my tix to see Coldplay in Singapore. The tix [...]
My Gremlin’ s first dip in the open sea.
Posted in growing up with safra on February 2, 2009 | 6 Comments »
The sea has always tantalizes me. I love walking by the beach, feeling the powdery sand beneath my feet and smelling the salty air. When my organization planned a trip to PD last weekend, I was the first to register and confirmed my participation together with Safra and my Aunt. This would be Safra’s first [...]
