Archive | January 2012

In my world: Treasured moments

Sweeter are chocolate treats out of a hongbao (Chinese New Year red packet) when shared with a sibling… 🙂

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Sometimes in the middle of cleaning the rooms, I discover little gems left behind by the children. This Friday series was started with the intention of celebrating the imagination and creativity in a young child’s world…and hoping that it’ll bring a little ray of inspiration and joy to your day, as it does mine.

A happy new year

My dragon "yee sang" (raw fish salad) platter. Shredded carrot was used to form the Chinese character for dragon.

Delightful mandarins-a once a year indulgence

My all time favourite Chinese New Year plant

Lo hei! Reunion dinner with my parents and brother

Chilly Monday morning drive back from Malaysia to Singapore

Wishing you a great start to the Year of the Dragon too!

Enter the Dragon

Tomorrow heralds the arrival of the Lunar New Year. It’s the Year of the Dragon. Unfortunately in the past week, we haven’t had much time to do any crafting with the kids, but they’ve been coming up with some interesting stuff of their own!

To our Chinese readers, may you have a Happy and Prosperous, Peaceful and Healthy, Year of the Dragon 🙂

In my world: Pipsqueak dreams

Maybe she’ll be an artist, illustrating beautiful books and winning Caldecott medals (although I worry about that artists don’t earn quite enough to provide for their aging traditionally minded Asian mothers….but that’s a separate thing altogether… :-P)…

Or maybe she’ll be a colorist with some big league animation studio or production company and be part of the team that churns out the coolest box office hits ever to hit the movie circuit.

Or maybe she will be an author, dreaming up captivating fantastical worlds filled with  exoticly named characters who spend their days in exciting and perilous landscapes and adventures! (do authors make more money than artists? :-P)

Ahh…how farfetched a mother’s daydreams can go over a stash of sheets coloured with pipsqueak markers….

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Sometimes in the middle of cleaning the rooms, I discover little gems left behind by the children. This Friday series was started with the intention of celebrating the imagination and creativity in a young child’s world…and hoping that it’ll bring a little ray of inspiration and joy to your day, as it does mine.

Bookmark Monday: The Mystery of the Monkey’s Maze

I like mystery stories. And I like humorous stories. And when they’re combined into one, it really makes for a hilarious Saturday morning read.

Seymour Sleuth is a detective…but not just any detective…the world’s greatest detective. With his assistant Abbott Muggs, he travels the world solving mysteries. He dislikes air travel, loves his food immensely, has an appalling sense of direction, and will never trust an elephant with a trunk.

It is February 23, 2:26pm in Singapore. Seymour Sleuth is in the midst of practising his famour Mystery Curry Rice with Peanut Butter and Pickles (eugh…) when he receives a note asking for help from Maurice Tann whose mother, Dr Irene A. Tann, the great explorer is in danger from someone who does not want her to find the legendary Black Flower of Sumatra.

Agreeing to take the case, Seymour and Abbott are hurried into a Borneo Airlines flight by Maurice and the adventure begins.
I’ll leave you to find out for yourself why he doesn’t like to fly, and what it is about the elephant with the trunk. 😉

Written in a journal scrapbook style typeface, as a self-read this is probably more for older readers. As a read-aloud for listeners, our preschoolers enjoyed the humour, and it always helps to ham up the drama just for the fun of it.

Seymour’s “Notes on the Clues” and “Notes on the Suspects” is laid out in a fairly systematic manner, and young sleuths should also pay close attention to the illustrated pictures to figure out the whodunnit. 🙂

Art with Daddy: Windy Whimsy

I’d like to be

Yes I would

Sitting in an old-fashioned steam train

With open sided windows

Chugging past a verdant landscape

As the wind tosses wild strands of hair onto my face

Leaving a cool springtime tang on my skin

And warming the soul within.

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