How was your Chinese New Year? I love Chinese New Year. I love the ang bao collection. I love the feasting. When I was a young child, I could not give half hoot about food. But somehow things changed and food is my solace right now. Food is my pal and happy food makes me happy.

Some bo liao photos to add colour to my words only blog.

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*I have been ‘collecting’ new clothes since my Tokyo trip. It was an new outfit a day for the Lunar New Year for Awful and I reveled in brand new clothes every day from the first day. On the first day of Chinese New Year (chu yi), I wore my first long maxi dress (to the ankle) from Egg3, red Vita star studded leather bracelet, red Alldressedup wooden ring, certain Oui ring and red Zara flats. Red is great. My first experience in a long skirt is that there is no ventilation and my legs were in their own sauna under all that cloth. Alas, I do not have nice legs so they have to hidden. Actually I just inflict damage to the public by constantly airing my scarred legs and thunder thighs.
* One Sunday awhile ago, I went to Seow’s house to ‘make’ pineapple tarts. We had brunch at Casa Seow with pancakes, bacon, ham and eggs anyway you ordered. I had scrambled. Thank you Chef Seow!
* Seow, Jas and Joy hard at work. I was only in charge of painting the tarts with egg white and putting the tray into the oven and pulling out baked goods.
* Pineapple jam that the rest made the week before with five real pineapples and one fake pineapple jam.
* Before sending the balls of fattiness into the oven.
* Baked to perfection! At this point it was pointed out that all containers (gong) had to have even numbers in which BB was in charge of filling and counting the tarts. Even with a larger gong (points at BB), you only had the same number of tarts as the rest which was I think twenty four or something (twenty six?). I was informed that I would not be bringing home any tarts because I had not brought any gongs to contain them in. When asked when did anyone tell me that I had to bring a gong to tote my hard work home, Seow gamely told me that she informed me of the memorandum the Friday night before. We were at Phuture that night for Xiuru’s farewell party. Who does that? Memos are not sent when alcohol is involved. Anyway I do not care for Pineapple tarts. What I cared for was Seow’s double chocolate cookies that she very generously let me bring home (gong and all) which I wolfed down in two days.
* My favourite little girl in the world.