Q: Don't tell Heng Yi...

As much as I am tempted to rant about my relatives, I believe each and every one of you share similar sentiments, so I’ll stop. Instead of passing judgments, I guess I’ll leave you to see why I’m not always on the same page with them. We look like books, but that’s where the similarities end. Perhaps we can go to an extent saying we’re merely from the one publisher that brands us this shared blood relationship.

For starters, even books come in all shapes and sizes. Some colored, black-white, sepia, rainbow and what not; relatable because you get relatives who are fun to be around (makes you happy like that of a rainbow) and some are just judgmental (the only way that’s right is black and white), an acquired taste. Books are also either thick covered or paperback. I’m sure you have an aunt or uncle that does or say stuff that others would deem embarrassing but they continue to do so because they may simply be thick covered.

We may look alike but the stories we carry may not have the same genre across time. These stories could be PG-13, violent, scandalous, sad, and more often than not like the majority of good stories, not so much of happy things. Like the actual object, some of us are kept in libraries forever, or taken fancy by a traveler with a chance to explore the world. Heck, books end up talking about who draws your cover page and your value too.   

So dear relatives, a book is a good companion when it entertains and teaches, encourages or is thought-provoking. But if it stops being so, it becomes hard to swallow the pages.

Burning up,
Vonnie S.

Q: May the odds be ever in your favor.

This has got to be the busiest week in awhile. Good thing, work ain't touching my favorite day of the week. You'd know it because I will sing this song that greatly annoys you enough to send anyone flying out the car just because they couldn't make the decision whether to sit in the front seat, or to kick in the back seat. Gavin picked kt and I today; the goal is to makan and that's pretty much all I can remember about this day. 

The plan is to eat absurd sounding food. One memorable dish is this hybrid of a char siew pao and lo mai kai at Restoran Clan called the kai wo pao (lit chicken nest pao). Didn't know it's possible but yes, we had it and that's one off the checklist.



Our next goal is the angry bird pao at Ipoh. Don't know if we'll get there, but no harm wishing right?

Kung Pao,
Vonnie S.
Credits to Darkmoonwanted (c) The Odds 

Q: Mm...kay.

Would you take this piece of tiramisu cake, this sweet smell of its icing, this treading of footsteps, this tug at the sleeves, this wandering eye, this feeling of satisfaction, this smile of a child, this affection of a mother, this maternal instinct, this love of a family bond, this photo of two generations, this strength of a unity, this transcending future, this moment in time, this second in an hour, this hazy ghostly image, this memory of mine, at a bakery once upon a time?

What's there to share?
Vonnie S.
Credits to imladris517 (c) Kikaku-ji - Temple of the Golden Pavilion

Q: We wee Wii!

This fox is telling you where I'm heading to on the 21st. Unfortunately, mom and dad have been freaking out over the bad weather condition. Hopefully things are good for us when we get there. Seriously, what can happen within a week?


Spring air --
Woven moon
And plum scent.

-Matsu Basho

Ego sheath,
Vonnie S.
Credits to SilentReaper (c) A Fox for Japan

Q: Care to explain more? Noh!

When the sun rises to the skies, it looks like the half boiled egg yolk I devour every week. The way its orange contrasts against the egg whites, acted like that of cloud beds for the sun. But the yolk was at my mercy, or rather, my spoon’s as I continuously stirred the egg, watching the color blends into a mixture that I later on choose to contaminate with a drop of soy sauce. Such breakfasts are lovely and light; they hold the power to the remainder of one’s day. Without a proper meal, there shan’t be a productive day.

Today, it is a necessity. Laser tagging calls for it. I needed an hour of stamina to keep me alive in the game. It wouldn’t be easy to down the boys, especially Gavin. Clearly, his gun shooting workshop helped improve his aim. Running around within the time frame combine with adrenaline rush will definitely burn more calories too. I really hate drawing the shorter end of the stick, but wouldn’t mind it either way. I’m sure the girls would put up a good fight is all.

Oh yes, I need to watch the documentary on Titanic. It seems promising. Ah, I need to buy more paper for the kindergarten as well. So much to do…

Back flip wave,
Vonnie S.

Q: That one not genuine one. Ngak yan geh!

The pineapple tart stall beside Jonker Street was crowded with KLites. Aunties decked with their Louis Vuitton or Coach bags hassled the shopkeepers for boxes of tarts and other pastry delights. The sight and smell perked my interest. Such are wonderful scenes of the Melaka old streets that entice city folks to keep coming back for more. I mean, I really should be bringing some goodies to a client's home and I'm sure mom would certainly appreciate an edible souvenir. So I too, managed to grab a box of pandan pineapple tarts and another box of golden colored pineapple tarts. Those things just came right off the oven and immediately melts into your mouth upon contact with saliva.

As the aunties moved onto another shop, I was there holding onto my fifty ringgit note and placing an order with the old lady. She was nice enough to put in some samples so I could bring them to my crew. I know for many reasons why events can be quite an energy drainer. This should be no different even if it's small. The sugary goodness will put them into a happening mood.

The old lady asked if I want to try their lou po biscuit. I passed on that. My interest was solely on the pineapple tarts and I promised mom to buy gula melaka. Oh yes, might as well ask. I wanted to know how authentic gula melaka is like and the old lady was nice enough to explain to me in Cantonese. Under the Melaka sun, I made new friends and learned new facts. After two nights, two bowls of laksa, one nyonya popiah, and one drunken Irish, I believe we all had the time of our lives.

Soda pop sickle,
Vonnie S.

E: Happy April Fools' Day!

I'm not gonna blog anymore. This is too taxing. Plus, I spent more hours writing than I do socializing. That's bad. It's gotta end before I start losing my bearings. So dear readers,   I am sorry to disappoint you, but from here on out, this blog will be dead. I couldn't uphold my side of the promise to keep it running for another five more years. But I hope it's been a fun ride. I mean, should I ever start blogging again, you can be a part of it once more. Sometimes, it's a little change for the better I suppose.

April fool!
Vonnie S.
Credits to conceptually (c) little spy