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Thursday, 12 November 2009

Rambutan

We went for morning tea at near Sg Buluh market. Mamarazzi went to the market to buy something.



She saw an oldlady selling home grown rambutans. The fruits is smaller than usual.The lady let Mamarazzi taste a fruit. The fruit tasted very sweet and chinese say "lak kang" despite its unripe look.

Mamarazzi peeled the whole bunch and put the fruits into the fridge so that Papa and me can enjoy it cold. Yummy....

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

My New Table

Mamarazzi saw this small table at Tesco, Mutiara Damansara. It's very colourful with letter A-Z. Rm15 only.


It become my "computer table".


And when I am asleep...


It become Mamarazzi's "computer table" pulak. Multi-purpose.

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

It's A Guessing Game

I wonder....


What plant is this? As far as Mamarazzi know, she throw some bits of Cili Padi into this pot but this doesn't look like Cili Padi plant to me. Wonder what it is. Will update on this in a week or two ...provided that it didn't go to Plant Heaven la.

Monday, 9 November 2009

Catfish And Mandala by Andrew X Pham

Aaa...Morning liao. Mamarazzi burn midnite oil again ah? Got examination meh?


She was so engrossed with this book. About a solo bicycle voyage from the Pacific Rim to Vietnam. Andrew is a Vietnamese-American man who is in search of his family past and current life.

His father was a prisoner after the retreat of the Americans soldiers from Vietnam. He nearly died in prison but due to his mother giving a lot of bribe to the Official, the father was released.

Subsequently they managed to escape from Vietnam thru a small boat. The journey was horrible. The boat nearly sank. They were rescued by an Indonesian vessel. Somehow they managed to get to America and become its citizen.

Life was hard then. There was once his father beat his sister, Chi, for disobeying his order. The sister landed in foster care but she ran away.

Only in recent year the sister came back but she is a he now. He committed suicide. This made Andrew re-think life.

He made a daring decision to tour Vietnam with his trusty bicycle.

Many adventures. Some are mean whereby they view people like him(Viet-kiu =foreign Vietnamese) as "waterfish". They tried to cheat him at every turn. Bus ticket, train tickets and accomodation was charged much higher. Some wanted to beat him up for in their view he had deserted Vietnam. However, some were very kind. Taking him into their home when he was too ill to go further. Letting him ride illegally in a train though if caught they would be in very big trouble.

Overall, it's a very good book to read. Thanks a lot to Uncle Newton for lending it to Mamarazzi.

Sunday, 8 November 2009

Loh Mai Farn

I am very worried. I can sense that I'll be Guinea Pig again. Mamarazzi is making Loh Mai Farn again. Attempting to duplicate the taste as Ijok Beggar Chicken Rice. Hmm...I thought mamarazzi had blogged about it but seems no. Nevermind, next time la. The next time we go Ijok then will snap the photos.



What's in Mamarazzi's Loh Mai Farn? Similar to the last time Loh Mai Kai but this time the ingredient is really "fung fu lor". Mushroom, scallop, lap cheong, dried oyster, dried har mai, chicken meat, pork meat and last but not least...Loh Mai la..kakaka... Wanna eat?

Saturday, 7 November 2009

I Wanna Be The Future Richard Clayderman




The other day Mamarazzi spring cleaning again. Found Mamarazzi's old Yamaha Organ. Surprisingly, it still in fair working condition after nearly 20 years in storage. Just hentam it a few time...muhahaha.

Unfortunately, Mamarazzi have forgotten how to play it except from "Mary Had A Little Lamb". Nevermind la...no music score I can just pakai hentam aje la. Maybe when I am bigger Kor Kor Jon's Mummy can teach me?

Friday, 6 November 2009

Botak Head Again


Botak head again. It was my 3rd time going to the barber. I hate that buzzing sound. I kick up a big fuss when they tried to put me on the chair. But the Papa sat down and the barber trim his hair. Papa very brave. He never cry.

When Papa is done, it was my turn pulak. This time I never cry nor kick up a fuss. Nevertheless, it was still an uncomfortable experience.



But after that my head felt so good. No more sweaty dog.
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