Barffie The Whine Connoisseur

I could never find a pair that’ll fit right.

Either they are too loose or too long, or both.

They are supposed to fit snugly (not tight!!!) so it tapers off just nice off the ankles so that you can wear a pair of booties and look totally chic.

BUT I KEEP BUYING THE WRONG SIZES AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THE LENGTH FIXED SO THAT IT DOESN’T BUNCH AROUND MY ANKLES USELESSLY?

Spending money to alter leggings seem so sad, ain’t it?

Guess the only way to get out of this is… DON’T WEAR LEGGINGS.

Ugh. ANGRY!

Maneki… Bunny?

The year of the Rabbit is upon us. I didn’t even want to be involved until I had to be caught in the race to finish up the Chinese New Year greetings for the channel.

*sweat*

I finished 1/3 of the can in one sitting. :S

Anyway, I discovered the goodness of Ngaku chips… deep fried crispy bits of goodness in a plastic container! Special thanks to Seekee for procuring a really nice can for me

But I couldn’t share it with poor Jeffwee who is currently down with a nasty cough that just wouldn’t go away.

For the mama.

Busted a few bucks getting Home’s Favourites’ yummy cookies, love letters and pistachios for the 2 mums… and not to forget the “essential” can of abalone.

Almost bought them at Giant for $42.80 per can… but while waiting at the slow check out queue, I saw that the little ginseng shop just beside was selling the exact same New Moon New Zealand (light pink packaging) Abalone for only $33.80 each!

So I promptly left the queue and ditched the cans aside (sorry workers of Giant hypermart…) and went for the cheaper alternative. With the money and time saved, I was so happy that I gave my parking coupon (which still had about 15 minutes left on it) to a total stranger at the carpark.

The man was so happy he thanked me profusely and then waved to me as I drove off. I guess I made his day, and I was happy to have mine made… by saving some money!

So with the outfits purchased, the gifts and angpows packed, the spring-cleaning done… I think we are ready to welcome the year of the Rabbit, just like we had welcomed the rest of the years – observing duty and without fanfare.

Snore. I am turning 30 this year, and I can’t stop thinking about it.

The job of a married woman is to take care of the ang pow stash.

Got away.

A long, long time ago.

But I feel threatened all the same.

I nearly succumbed to the latest flu bug that is making its rounds. Just very nearly.
And then he went down with it.

Poor boy. I hope I won’t catch it from him

Finishing up the 3rd assignment of the semester… but the last bit, supposedly the easiest bit is the… toughest bit for me.

It’s seriously easier to design a magazine article than to explain why I designed it the way it is.
And how to convert it into another form, like a website.

I can’t really be bothered to explain, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?

Some would ask, why settle for mere contentment when you could own the world? Carpe diem? Or something?

As he fell asleep nuzzling my shoulder last night… a burst of happiness overwhelmed me. In this world full of unknowns and general crappiness… I could always count on his reassuring hug and commitment.

I am not settling. This is one of the hardest things to achieve in life, ain’t it? To find and to hold someone whom we love, respect and appreciate.

It’s not about doing the dishes or cleaning the cat litter. It’s a higher state of contentment which I am lucky to have.

So what if money is a little short, and work is always stressful? You know you can always go home to someone who gives a damn.

After pulling several late nights working on the soon-to-be-due assignments, I decided to give myself a break on this Sunday and treat myself to a good meal.

Ol’ skool loafers from Tokyo

So we went to Riders Cafe off Bukit Timah for their brunch menu, but little did we know how popular this place is! We had to wait around 45 minutes for a table, being 7th on the waiting list… we even considered going somewhere else, but all the brunch places were equally packed.

Riders Cafe is based at the Bukit Timah Saddle Club in a very ulu but very laid-back area. You need to drive to get in there because it’s really a bit ulu. There are stables where you can see horses and smell horsey poop, but that won’t affect your dining experience.

Found this really cute boy sitting at the stables and I couldn’t help but stroke him. He must be the resident cat and very used to human cooing over him. There’s a huge sandy pavilion for the horses (like a holding area) where I think the cat does his business

This boy cat is tipped-eared! Very affectionate.

Decided to hang around so that we could get a bite on their Eggs Benedict. First came across this dish on MasterChef (this show is evurl!!!!) and we wondered about eating poached eggs with Hollandaise sauce ever since.

YUMMMMMMMMMMM.

Not exactly Eggs Benedict because they didn’t serve with English muffins. Still yummyyyyyyy to the max. They call it something like “Bacon and Tomatoes with Hollandaise Sauce on Poached Eggs”.

I RIKE.

Now I am inspired to try cooking them.

The meal was a little on the pricier side considering we ordered 2 ice tea drinks (I had Iced Earl Grey), Cream of Mushroom soup drizzled with Truffle Oil, and the most happening Scones + strawberry sauce and clotted cream.

I have never done a food post, so I guess this counts as one

Ohai

For the past couple of weeks I was experiencing one of the worst bout of writer’s block ever. Except that I wasn’t finishing up a bestseller novel or something. It was just an assignment. An analysis of news media outlets and their style… strategy… or something.

It could be the holiday mood setting in big time.
It could be plain laziness.
It could be PMS.
It could be a million lousy excuses conjured by the universe or my sub-consciousness.

I just couldn’t write.

Every time I sat down in front of the computer to write… I fall asleep. Or start surfing random sites. Or turn on some music and sing along. Or fall asleep. Or gazing at the cats snoozing. Or looking out the window. Or  picking at my nails. Or picking at my tangled hair. Or… something. Snoozing, probably.

It was the dumps, I tell you.

It was just me and the computer. I stared at the blinking cursor. It mocked me endlessly. No one is gonna help me type this. I know what I was supposed to write. I totally understood what the assignment required. I just… couldn’t.

And then, at the very last minute, right after the New Year came by… I could write again. I just typed and I typed… and perhaps by tonight I will be able to complete the assignment a few days before the deadline actual.

HURRAY!

I cannot help but want to mention this hilarious episode of a very domesticated couple.
And I shall do it in screenplay style.

—
INT. HOUSE OF ONG – NIGHT

After a satisfying dinner…

BARFFIE
I don’t want to wash up…

JEFFWEE
Ok I’ll do it.

The couple walks into the kitchen as they bring the the dirty dishes to the sink.

But to their horror, they saw 2 piles of cat poop in the litter boxes.

BOTH
AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

BARFFIE
I WILL DO THE DISHESSSSS!!!!
You clean the poopoo!!!

JEFFWEE
… T_T

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