For Those Who Are Too Lazy To Hold Up Cards

My first time seeing carded tiles... or tiled cards... and honestly it did open a can of worms...

First, the unmistaken square, green felt table was presented. Then the "mah-jong case".... oh yes, the brown plastic, slightly larger than an A4 sized paper, mah-jong case. Then the tiles were removed from the case, face down... and then very confidently I picked one up... not looking at the tile, I felt the engraving with my thumb, to see if I still have my "touch" (for those who do not know what "the touch" is... it's the ability to tell accurately what the tile is by feeling the engraving with the thumb... yes, it's a skill).

I felt one... something wasn't right... I thought "dang, I'm losing my touch".... Again.... nothing... I turned it around... and saw a 2 of clubs.... A 2 OF CLUBS!

For a moment, I kid you  not, time just stood still for a couple of seconds for my brain to adjust... hang on... they don't belong on a mah-jong tile... then I opened up a few more. Yup, there they were, all cards... It felt wrong...

When have card players gone from too lazy to do housework and just sit and play cards, to, too lazy to even hold cards up? I jest.

Can you imagine, seeing 4 grownups playing "mah-jong" and then looking closely, they're just playing "angkat turn" (Go-fish)? Tough on the outside......

I always akin tiles to "mah-jong" cos theoretically, now, thinking about it, "Mahjong" is the name of the game... so I can't call them that anymore, can I? What do I call them now? I am so confused!

Psst!

What?....You have Lotto numbers for me?...quick! Tell me!

You want to write them down instead?.... See peh mahuan......

Whisper better..... the walls have ears

 OK.. he's gone.... continue writing la.... 

 

 I just couldn't help myself :)

Getting To The Bottom Of Things.... with Mum and Aunty Roberta

My 2 shy Malaysian maids...

 

Ange and Chevonne have known other since way back in lower Primary school and they stayed besties ever since. In fact they are Godmum to each others' kids. As luck would have it, they discovered that they are, in fact related.... and we have the papers to prove it.

Looking through the papers, I can trace my family history way back to a generation before 1838, where a Mounsieur Bouche married Madame Bouche.... and so the story unfolds......

Happy Birthday, Danny and Iesha!

Happy 17th birthday, Danny and happy 2nd birthday, Iesha!

 

Nasi tompeng, intricately done.

Love the apple duck.....

look at the little ducky.... or chickie....

Eden, waiting patiently

Aunty Tina helping out

Thank you Oma for the durian cake! It was a surprise for me! Love it... ate a lot of it too!

Fruit flan.... succulent!

 

Another year has passed and we see our kids grow up so quickly! Last year, both Iesha and Danny celebrated their birthdays together as well. Here's wishing them good health and a happy year ahead.

Iesha Turns 2!

Thank you Andrew for the sambal! It was delish!

It was a very very busy start to the day, first with the Baptism, then followed by lunch with the Godparents and then dinner party. Nasi lemak..... mmmmm .... always a good choice...

Iesha's Baptism

There she is, casually strolling into Church...

Saying her prayers on bended knee, genuflecting.......

Getting dad onto his knees too.....

Heck... let's ALL get up there.....

OK.. Father Robert, now you come down from there....



And place the font... HERE.....





Now the ceremony begins....

With Godpa and Godma on the right...

Godma reading.....

Father Robert poured water over my head three times! It was fun, so I decided to have a bit of water play.......

 


It was a short but meaningful service. We thank our Lord for the wonderful day, blessed by Father Robert, who drove all the way from Carlisle. I for one miss him very much.