She is always difficult to dress. This small kid named Safra. You think as the Mother, which means in the family hierarchy, you are no.2, right under The Dad, you would have a certain level of authority in common parenting areas such as choosing the cloths for your two and four months old kid. But [...]
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Of Safra and The Chicken Fashion Faux :)
Posted in growing up with safra on December 9, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Of Safra, Manzoni and Poop!
Posted in growing up with safra on December 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
In 1961, Piero Manzoni, an artist well known for his ironic and conceptual artworks, created 90 small cans, called Merda d’Artista or the Artist’s Shit. His work, each weighed at 30 gramme was priced based on the value of gold in market. It was actually a joke on the art market, a mockery on how [...]
Of Safra, (Imaginary) Soup and Separation
Posted in growing up with safra on October 23, 2009 | 1 Comment »
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 [...]
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 [...]
