Thursday, 8 October 2015


Last night I slept like a baby. 

The night before I was back at A&E, this time with Mom.  She had a severe backache.  The pain must’ve been excruciating, she was almost in tears.  At the hospital she had X-ray taken (it turned out to be strained muscles) before painkiller was administered through a drip.  We got home from the hospital at 2AM.    

The past 12 months pretty much centres around work, Mom and Dad, medical appointments and trips to the Emergency ward.  Sometimes I feel like I’m swept away into a fog.  I’m alive but not living, much.   

My parents’ health are fast declining. The thing is even though Dad has many health issues his mind remains fairly alert.  Mum, on the other hand, is strong physically but she has her “huh?” moments.  Now and then she forgets how to do the things she has been doing on a daily basis.  Some weeks ago, she went out to the supermarket to buy chicken thigh but came back with chicken breast.  “This doesn’t look like chicken thigh, Mom!”  but she swore it came off the compartment marked “Chicken Thigh” and it had to be.  So we went ahead and cooked it.  At dinner, Dad stared at the dish for sometime.  I sat quietly beside him at the dining table and waited for his reaction.  Finally he blurted, “HEY, THIS ISN’T CHICKEN THIGH!”   

The other evening my mother was preparing dinner when, all of a sudden, she came looking for me in the bedroom.  “Come with me into the kitchen,” she beckoned with some urgency.  She then led me to the stove where she was making soup. “Which should I add first, the fish or the mushrooms?” 

Mom complained about her backache again as soon as I got home this evening. The medication they’ve given her on Tuesday night isn’t working. It'll be a busy day at work tomorrow as I assist the setting up of two meetings - the first one at 10AM, the next one at 3:30PM. First thing in the morning I’ll go to the supermarket to buy fresh strawberries (for the 3:30PM). Then, I need to pick up three dozen donuts (for the 10AM). After that, I’ll need to remind the pantry lady to prepare coffee, tea and bottled water (for the 3:30PM). Once the 3:30 starts, I’ll leave the office to pick Mom up to go back to the doctor’s. 

It’s a challenging year but I'm grateful for an understanding boss and supportive co-workers.

Sunday, 4 October 2015


Coffee and Walnut Cookies. The perfect pick-me-up on a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon.

So coffee! So good!

Friday, 2 October 2015


A close friend of our family passed away unexpectedly in August. We could not believe it when her sister broke the news because she was over at our place for coffee and conversation on the 7th of August. She died in her sleep on the 16th. Dad has been devastated ever since. Sai Ling was so much younger than he is. 

Today I received yet another piece of bad news.  In Corsica,  Stephane’s father died this week from a massive heart attack. He was in the pink of health so the family is in complete shock. 

"Life is fragile. We're not guaranteed a tomorrow so give it everything you've got." - Tim Cook

Saturday, 26 September 2015









醃过的鸡腿放在碟中上锅用大火蒸熟 (须待锅中的水沸滚后才放进蒸),约5分钟。熄火后别急着翻开盖子,让它焖10分钟再取出。每支剁成 2 公分宽大小放在碟中。 



Thursday, 24 September 2015


The haze is back, and with a vengeance too.  I'm all teary eyed.

PSI: 260.  Will it breach 400 like it did back in 2013?

It's a holiday and I'm keen to have my parents to try out the still fairly new London Fat Duck.  This morning they took one look outside the window and needed no convincing to remain indoors.  So I strapped on my mask and ventured alone into the smog.  

The restaurant opened at 11AM.  I waddled in at 11:05AM to find the place packed, and a gaggle waiting to be let it.  Despite the bustle, the service was pretty decent.  I managed to place my order for takeaway at 11:11, picked it up at 11:41 and arrived home at 12PM sharp.   Mission accomplished.

It was exceptionally tasty London Roast Duck Noodle (S$7.80) and crackling on the Pork Belly (S$13.80) was to die for.  Well worth the dive into the haze earlier on.

Monday, 14 September 2015


“Man, because he sacrifices health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then he dies having never really lived.”

- Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama, when asked what 'surprises him the most'