A rainy day in Kuching

Rainy day in kuching.jpgThe rain pours as the thunder thumps,
Droplets of rain showered the plants at the backyard,
Forming rain dews on waxy leaves,
In the shelter our dogs are chilling,
In the kitchen mom is cooking,
I sat by the door, overlooking the yard,
Sizzling sounds from the cooking pan synchronizing with the drizzling sounds of rain,
Aroma of fried sambal brinjal amidst the cool rainy breeze,
Renewed and refreshed,
Calm and tranquil,
A rainy day in Kuching.

belated Father’s Day post — Dad’s Love, He is our Hero

happy father day-1It was a hot afternoon. Resting on a sofa at the living room, I heard a series of banging and cutting sound from the kitchen. Dad was repairing the washing machine after his short nap. Clad in his usual long sleeves with maroon colour collar shirt and a black shorts, he sat at the kitchen busy replacing the old pipes which was bitten by rats with new pipe so that our daily laundry could carry on. Well it might looks like a menial task and nothing big, but the rhythm of the banging and cutting sound resulted from the repair works reminds me that God is taking care of my parents. Dad is still healthy and steady. Since young, I always thought dad is my hero, he will always be. Though he is not as expressive with hugs and kisses, he loves us with his actions. For that, I love you Dad. Happy Father’s Day everyday and I am blessed to be your daughter. Wish you good health always:)

Hot Flushes

cool skin3

It is one of those days that i feel really really hot again. It is like heat trapped within my body, unable to escape no matter what i do. I sweated profusely and the best place to be is in front of a full blast fan. I touched myself and boy, it felt too warm that I recalled Chunkeat commented that my palms were as hot as an iron.

Back in Singapore, I felt really hot/warm even after a bath and I love to place my hands on his skin which is cool and guess what, I always get a big ‘NO!!!’ as a response!

Contando los dias (counting the days)

004-1Antes de concebirte ya te queria,
Antes de que nacieras ya te amaba,
Antes de tuvieras una hora de nacido ya moria por ti.
Este es el milagro del amor de madre.

Before you were conceived, I wanted you.
Before you were born, I loved you.
Before you were here an hour, I would died for you.
That is the miracle of love of a mother.

As i am counting down the days, waiting for Isabella to be born, i thank God for all the days that God has protected and guided me along the way. Nothing should be taken for granted…daily trips to work, monthly routine check-ups and each trip with the little ones in me when flying in the plane.

el acantilado

el cantilado 2“Cuando Dios te lleva al borde del acantilado, confía en él plenamente y déjate llevar. Sólo 1 de 2 cosas va a suceder, o él te sostiene cuando tu te caes, o te va a enseñar a volar! ”


When God brings you to the edge of a cliff, trust in Him completely and let go. Only 1 of 2 things will happen, either He holds you when you fall, or He is going to teach you to fly!

el precipicio

el precipicio“El destino es un precipicio en lo cual caemos sólo si lo miramos por demasiado tiempo”.
Lucian Blaga
Fate is an abyss in which we will fall only if we look at it for too long.
-Lucian Blaga-

We were learning about this word while sharing about our favorite place. One of us spoke about jumping from a cliff which sparked a discussion the difference between “el precipicio” (slightly cantilevered cliff) and “acantilado” (vertical cliff). It was an interesting discovery and discussion. We learn something new everyday.

I decided to document the vocabulary “el precipicio” into my little sketchbook. While doing so, out of curiousity, I discovered this profound quote by a Romanian philosopher, poet, playwright and Novelist — Lucian Blaga. which I admittedly spent some time thinking about it. In this case, I believe the poet is trying to tell the reader that one should not easily give up on fate. We all have the power to change our fate. The end starts when we start to give up.

It seems that tonight is a night of reflection. A time to reflect on how we fair in life, and how we march on as we go along.

The Lazy Painter’s kind of Saturday – Pancake day

I have been craving for pancakes for quite sometime eversince I am pregnant. Some days when I was day dreaming, food images just formed in my head and one fine day, I thought about pancakes with ice-cream and jam. I went to the groceries and bought a box of Betty Crocker Original Complete Pancake Mix (1.04kg) but ended up storing it in my food cabinet because being the lazy painter, i have the tendency to be lazy these days, especially during this pregnancy period. So it sat inside of my storage for a few weeks. Every time i prepare breakfast, lunch or dinner, I would be looking at the pancake mix, wondering when I would pick it up and try making some pancakes. I have been procrastinating for sometime for two reason : firstly, I have never make pancakes by myself before. The last time i had homemade pancakes was probably when i was 7-8 years old when I was still living in Kuching. Secondly, I am afraid of pancakes failure which lead to wastage of ingredient, (which more often than not made me feel guilty because ingredients nowadays are not cheap).

So last Saturday, I woke up with a sudden interest and determination that I would be experimenting making pancakes. Afterall, the pancake mix claim that making pancakes is as easy as just by adding water into the pancake mix.

pancake 3

There is even a pancake recipe made easy for all behind the packaging. I felt quite confident looking at it 😀 Yes, today I shall make pancakes! For a start, I thought it would be great just trying out making 6-7 pancakes which would be perfect just for the two of us. I scooped out 1 cup of the pancake mix and added 3/4 cup of cold fresh milk (instead of water) and start stirring the pancake mix with fork until smooth. I didn’t know why I replaced water with milk but that was probably I was confused reading too many recipes few days before. After heating the pan with a little butter (instead of oil), I scooped some batter onto the hot pan. The pancakes were cooking! As per the instruction, when the bubble break on surface and edges just began to dry, I turned the pancakes and cooked about 1 minute / until brown. Guess what ? The pancakes turned out to be successful. The milk gave it a taste of soft tinge of saltiness and the texture was good!!!

pancake 2

We had the classic toppings : butter and honey. Being a typical Malaysian, we had our pancakes with a good cup of hot Milo. Pandamopi enjoyed the pancakes and being the cook, I enjoyed watching him enjoyed eating the pancakes 😀

For many years I had been dreaming of making pancakes breakfast but could not do so due to the circumstances in our rental policies. Now that I am able to do so, I felt very blissful and decided to record this in my little sketchbook. Here you go 🙂