Sunday, 31 January 2016

You know it's Chinese New Year when...



All these reddddd container covers definitely adding to the CNY's 'Ang ang' atmosphere!





Looking so incredibly tempting! Hurry someone come over to the Khor household and help yourselves to devour this before they all end up in my bottomless-pit-like stomach.

Saturday, 30 January 2016

My best friend.



RED. 

We matched! 


My inspiration and role model in life. Never a dull moment with my lovely mama.


Can you believe these mata kucing?

Ahhhh!!! *squeals in delight


Home grown, and incredibly fresh and juicy.


It took mama and our helper buckets of sweat and effort before our trees of 7 years managed to churn out these beautiful produce!


From planting the trees, digging the soil, watering it, buying fertilizers, loosening the soil once more to apply fertilizers and checking on the trees daily... 

Persistence and hard work truly paid off, and bore the sweetest fruits (pun intended). 


Months later, we were rewarded with the fruits of our labour.


Hi my best friend.

^ Also this was filtered. Working towards to have such flawless complexion too!

Friday, 29 January 2016

Some 'za and 'cha


Helper was occupied baking CNY cookies (yumm), so I drove Sean out to the nearby restaurants to take away lunch. 

Love brief bonding afternoons like today!





Us at the organic restaurant, waiting for Lei Cha/ Thunder Tea Rice. 

Sean debated on ordering curry noodles but his inner western kiddo spoke up and commanded him to choose pizza. 



Pizza that is! Domino's? Or Pizza Hut?


I was busy taking whiffs of the delicious doughy cheesy goodness the restaurant smells of.




Pizza is art. 

Word.



Love that it was empty. Anti-social alert. Hehe.


Incase you haven't already figured out... We chose Pizza Hut.


Sean making the order. The staffs were friendly and polite, which was really heart warming. The service industry needs more cheery, positive workers like these. 



Beef Pepperoni pizza.


Hawaiian chicken pizza.


Behind the scenes of how I snapped these pictures. Haha.


And mushroom soup. 



Boys...

Speedy metabolism. 

If I were a boy... 

Actually I don't mind not being a boy, let me be Kate Middleton. That's not too much to ask, right? 

I'm kidding! #SelfLove is the greatest love of all. #MariahCarey 

On a serious note, let's love, accept and embrace ourselves, especially our flaws, for they're what makes each of us unique.


Quite thrilled to dig into this. Except I'm super full given my breakfast fit for not just one but many kings. 

(Except I'm not a king hahaha)


A friend shared this on Facebook. Think it's worth a read! I will be making time to blog about this piece of article in some time!




'Cause you miss seeing my acne scarred, close up face right?

I promise I'm normal. Have a splendid weekend!


Thursday, 28 January 2016

Family trip recap (Part III).

Check out Part I and Part II of our annual family trip!

The final morning, we were set to leave Penang. We debated going to many places but ultimately decided on visiting Botanical Garden again because 1) it was near and 2) we liked it, so why fix it if it ain't broken?

Our date with Mother Nature was sadly cut short because we were tight on time as we were trying to make it back home before the skies turn dark. Dad didn't join us because he wanted to explore the hill. 
We agreed on 10 a.m. to gather at the car park and leave for brunch, but dad was no where to be seen. Mum and I had started taking out note pads and writing notes for dad to inform him we had come by, when he surprised us from the corner. 


Thank goodness because the stray dogs and monkeys hanging around were frightening me to a state of pale and green.


We went walking back to Botanical Garden while dad drove (us ladies insisted on sweating further) there to meet up with Sean and Ken who were enjoying their game of Frisbee. 

Then we went to hunt for food!!! 


My fish porridge. Everyone loved my dish! Sean who is known to steer clear from seafood even raved about it. 


What an achievement... 


For the elderly aunt selling this at the stall hahahaha
Curry Mee.


Drinks which I can't remember what they are. I am going to go ahead and deduce now from the picture that those were probably barley drink, Luo Han Guo and sugar cane drink. 
Sean's 加料 Wanton Mee (That's what the menu said).


He devoured it all so none of us actually tried it so no fair verdicts on the noodles can be offered hahaha. But the fact that he inhaled it may imply it was good... or he could be downright ravenous. Let's give the noodles the benefit of doubt. 


Char Kuey Teow. Got quite sick of it by the end of our trip, I must admit.
We hadn't invested intense effort to search for good food in Penang beforehand so we accepted that we only got to taste mediocre ones.

Nevertheless I'm thankful for the opportunity to bond with my family members in such a intimate and loving manner.
After our meal, Dad, Mum and I who weren't quite as satisfied left Ken and Sean to finish their breakfast and crossed the road to a shop to buy souvenirs for our friends and neighbour. 
What an array of biscuits, traditional cookies, and quirky flavours of dried fruit sold!

There were freeze dried durian, rambutan, and mangosteen? Whoa. We got to try some from the display. I was impressed by the creativity, but not so much as to the flavour.
Coffee was sold, too! Mama bought a packet. We don't drink coffee in the household so naturally I knew it was a gift for a friend.
If you say so...
So we got sucked into buying the 'must-buy' products. Hahahaha.



Ban Heong.


万香。

Helped Daddy and mummy capture a picture of them before we left.

"Jie take picture!! Street art leh."


Well, anything for you, Sean and Ken.

Love love love these two. 


I may be (just shake your head and insist otherwise) bias but I think they're good looking. My parents passed down the superior genes to them. To Sean precisely because look at me. *sobs

My dad has these two obvious dimples which neither of us inherited that from him. 

WHY?! 

*wails harder 

Drama Queen alert.
And with that I conclude our family's 4 days 3 nights trip back to our parents' hometown, Butterworth and Penang.

Many, many thanks to our relatives for being such terrific hosts, it was wonderful getting to reunite after years! I'm grateful for this incredibly cool extended family of mine. Bucket full of gratitude toward Daddy and Mummy, for meticulously planning the trip to accommodate all 5 members, and for giving us such a memorable experience. Till then, Perak; Till then, Penang! I'll come visit you again. 

Family trip recap (Part II).

Picking up from where we dropped off!

The following day, at the parking spot, can you guess where we went that Christmas Eve morning? 









My beautiful mum. 


I've been receiving many compliments on behalf of mama as she looks unbelievably young and remarkably lovely. 








Me and my best friend. 





 


I love my family.




Aren't couples happily married the cutest to watch?




Mother Nature is gorgeous.




父母的背影。



我的肩膀,我的依靠,我最坚强的后盾。




愿你们永远幸福、健康、快乐。




The men in our family.




If it weren't for my knee injury, we would have gone hiking. 






But for a total recovery, I will wait patiently.






Matching shirts.





Botanical garden. Paying a visit for the 2nd time. Can you guess when my first visit was and with who? Hehe.







The minute I saw these abundance of bright, vibrant orange flowers, I squealed in delight. 



"Sean, hurry pose for the camera, Jie will help you take pics!"




And pose he did!






Ken's outfit... face palms for a moment.  Hahahaha.




But hey, comfort > ___ when traveling!








美丽的妈妈。



美丽的花朵。


构成美丽的画。




I suggested the pose. Hehe.





How thankful am I to call myself their daughter. 






My role models and pillars of life.










Here Dad was trying to capture a candid like picture but then Sean... 



Dad: "维轩,你站得太直了!”


Approached a pretty, friendly girl who helped us take these pictures. We helped them take their family pic in return too!






Complete family picture. 
全家福。乐融融。
My marriage goal is inspired by my parents, hand in hand, age gracefully and happily together.
They looked so tiny! Hehe. I climbed all the way up the stairs (about 10ft high?) to help them take pictures. 
The lotus lake just appeared so serendipitous and peaceful, lovely to calm the heart and mind.
I confess I had to read the Chinese writing a couple of times before identifying the words.
It was glaringly hot. Sizzling ground just as we decided to tour Penang on our feet. 



However I secretly appreciated the sweltering weather which made for a perfect opportunity for perspiration after many days of surviving the air conditioned hotel rooms.


Brother Ken clearly didn't share my sentiments.
All grown up already! *wipes tears of joy 


Hahahahaha I am such a drama queen.


Trio.
Thank you for bringing so much joy and laughter into my life. 

Thank you for the bittersweet memories we have created. 


Thank you for being the most reliable brothers, fiercely protective of your gullible sister. 


Thank you for being such genuine, inspiring, strong individuals whom I aspire to learn from.

No matter how old my parents grow to be, I vow to take care of them just as how they've always taken care of us.
It was definitely eye opening walking around the fascinating buildings of Penang. The architecture remains traditional looking, preserving the essence of this amazing heritage rich with our very own unique Penang culture. 
How funny is this brother of mine. Hahaha posing like a pro.
Then the prop (umbrella) was placed on the side.
Mum invested tons of effort in taking the pictures (bending down in difficult positions) so I'm posting all of them. And 'cause it features meeeeee.
Here was my "Thanks, mum, I think that should be more than enough pictures for the same spot." face.
We covered figuratively 20 km on our feet by noon and lunch couldn't come at a better time. 


We sat down at a restaurant which looked decent despite being located by the road.
Hard at work frying Char Kuey Teow.
Not easy to make a living. 

Appreciate what we're awarded with and never take anything for granted. 

Learn, and learn, and learn.
Sweaty, hot, tired... Doesn't matter... All in the name of our love for street food.
All in the name for...





Ice Kacang Chendul.
I don't know how my mum can still look so sweet and demure after queuing in the hot, blistering weather for nearly 20 minutes. 


I surprised myself by not being flustered and cranky. I think the eye opening experience (ie I've never been one of those who would queue ages just to taste a certain food. But that day I learnt the things Malaysians do for food) made me forget about the unbearable heat temporarily. 
Mum placing our order. 


3 chendul(s) please! Dad and I counted ourselves out because:


1) Dad had this for three times at least

2) My body acts up if I were to have icy cold food/ drinks during menstruation
Not sure what was up with Sean's tongue.
Still not sure...
Later that late afternoon we crashed on the bed and slept like babies. We hadn't expected ourselves to be THAT worn out, but highly suspected the scorching sun sucked all our energy. 


We woke up, sort of got dressed (if you count wearing jeans and T shirts dressing up- you know- something other than sweatpants/ yoga tights and baggy clothes) and hit the nearby mall. It was of a brief 10 minutes walk- perfect for when the road traffic was on the peak of congestion.
Dad ordered the banana cherry milkshake. 


The only part cherry about this was literally the cherry on top.


It was unforgivably and cloyingly sweet to the point that it got sickening. It was a brilliant thing we shared among 5, though I'd admit I dominated 3/4th of it. 


My sweet tooth that (um, every) night was on rage!!!
Sean and I shared this. 


Pork ribs, sweet corn and beer battered fries.
Ken stuck to one of the 5 precepts: Avoiding alcohol hence he had to refrain from eating the beer-battered chips. Poor fellow had a hard time because his mind was drifted away to else where while the rest of us munched away happily. I had a couple of fries, decided it wasn't worth my stomach space and stopped.
Pork ribs was the highlight of the meal. Tender, soft, juicy... It was every bit the kind of dish you want to bite into.
Mama's Aglio Olio wasn't too shabby. In fact my parents loved them, but I couldn't stand the spice.
I ended up still devouring quite a portion of it, hence all the milkshake followed suit to ease the spice.


I ended the night with a food belly. 


Sigh, when will I ever learn?