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How do you Spell Stoopid?

How do you Spell Stoopid?

小小宝贝 : Mummy, how do you spell the word ‘stupid’?

Me : You are not supposed to use that word on people. It’s rude. If I tell you how to spell it, you are going to write it everywhere. Unless you promise that you won’t do that. 

小小宝贝 ran to the living room. Oh great! He’s going to play with his toy train. In the next second, I heard, “OK GOOGLE! How do you spell the word stupid??”

GOOGLE : S.T.U.P.I.D.

小小宝贝 : Thank you Google!

GOOGLE : You are welcome! 

I swear the robots are going to take over Earth soon!!! 

Home Made Gluten Free Okara Crackers

Home Made Gluten Free Okara Crackers

Ever since I bought my soy milk maker, I have been churning out home made soy milk (and other plant milks like almond milk too!) and… lots of soy bean pulp…..  Well, I hate the idea of wasting stuff and those were premium organic soy bean pulp!!

If you google, you will be able to find various uses for the pulp and here’s one that I have tried out. Okara Crackers! I replaced the wheat flour in the recipe so that the crackers can be made gluten for my 宝贝.

Recipe for Gluten Free Okara Crackers

265g soya bean pulp (one round of soy milk will yield this amount – thereabout)

1 tbsp olive oil

1/2 tsp salt

10tbsp one to one GF flour

herbs or cheese flakes or cinnamon sugar (optional) to create different flavours

Add all ingredients into a mixing bowl. Mix them until they achieve a pizza dough texture. Using a rolling pin, roll them as thin as you can. I prefer them thin so that they are crispy.  If they end up to thick, they become chewy in the middle. Cut them out into desired shapes. Fastest, most efficient shape – use a knife to cut them into squares or rectangles. If you want to make it into a fun-filled family event (be prepared to do a fair bit of cleaning up), use cute cookie cutters!

Oven setting : preheat 180°C. 15-20 minutes.

The kids love it! They can knead the dough like play dough, cut them up into their favourite shapes and EAT THEM!!! Yums!


Industriously cutting up his dough.


Messy but edible.


Little gingerbread boys and girls and a few animals to keep them company!

Home Made Soy Milk

Home Made Soy Milk

Ever since I bought the Joyoung Soy Milk Maker about 1.5 years ago, I’ve been meaning to write about it. But it kind of got back logged. 😅 Then forgotten. 


I bought it from Taobao at a fraction of what I would have paid in SG. The only difference is in the plug. Fortunately, I discovered that it can use the same plug as my rice cooker! So voila! Just plug it in!! Less hassle!! 💪🏼

I’ve been using it to make almond milk recipe for the kiddos. Just dump all the ingredients into it. Press a button. Wait for it to beep. Filter. Drink! 

It’s the same thing for the Soy Milk. I bought organic soya beans from cold storage. It doesn’t say non GMO on the packaging though. Just can’t find one that says non GMO. If anyone knows where to find it, let me know. 

Soy Milk Recipe 

  • 1 cup soya beans 
  • 4 cups water
  • 3 pandan leaves (shredded)
  • 8 dates (I use medjool dates)

1. Soak soybeans in 2-3 cups of water overnight.
2. Discard water and rinse soybeans.

3. Remove skins to your best effort. I rub them between my fingers. 

4. Add all ingredients to Joyoung. Press button. Read a book. 😬

5. When the machine beeps, filter it with a sieve or coffee sock. 

6. Add honey or other sweeteners to taste. Or simply drink it straight up! 

I use the pulp to make gluten free crackers!!! 

When there’s a Rainbow in your Heart

When there’s a Rainbow in your Heart

I had drafted out a nasty piece to vent my unhappiness over a recent incident. But I deleted it. It’s a pity because I was quite impressed with my English.  Somehow my language level shoots up when I get mad. I’ve never realised that I’ve such a huge vocabulary of swear words and flowery descriptive phrases stored in my brain. 😂

Then I figured, why should I let it affect me? Leave a blemish in my blog that serves as a memory of an abhorrent person who’s just a passerby in my journey of life, just like the cockroach which scuttled across my kitchen floor. 

Every day, there are bits and pieces of events that don’t necessarily go according to my preferences. And if I keep holding the grudge that everyone else is luckier than I am, other people’s cups are always fuller, everyone out there is waiting for the opportunity to backstab me and everything that has gone wrong is always other people’s fault and not mine, then I’ll be a very sorry existence of a human being. 

I look at my life. I have a wonderful family and a bunch of supportive friends. That’s enough. As long as you have a rainbow 🌈 in your heart, you will see rainbows everywhere. Even on the balcony floor. 😂 And you’ll find the pot of gold that’s at the end of it. (Yes. I’m a huge fan of fairy tales!)


But if one’s eyes are smeared with excretion, then everything one sees will be coated with a layer of *hold nose*. This group of people don’t need help to bring agony into their lives, they just need to look into the mirror. 

So, my philosophy is to live well and love much! 😍

It’s a NO WORK Day!

It’s a NO WORK Day!

This morning, I decided that TODAY would be a NO WORK day. No office email, no thinking of work (ok ok, I made some work calls and messages, but really short ones!).

Morning – did my chores at home. Accompanied my grandmother to her rehabiliative care, had lunch with her, chit chatted with her and sat with her until she fell asleep.

Afternoon – listened to Mr. Talkative (aka 小小宝贝) tell me about his day at school, how he made his Vacuum cleaner gun (ya, another one of his numerous inventions. This one sucked up bad people.) with his best friend, ran him through his Shichida exercises and other brain training puzzles (which were languishing in neglect because I was too busy), practised his Yamaha music stuff with him. When 宝贝 came back from school, supervised her homework.

Evening – Rode through the park connectors with 小小宝贝 (shortened my life by a few years because of how he rode along the busy roads), while Miss 宝贝 preferred to play with her friends (Sigh! 女大不中留).

Night – Patted both of them while listening to them whisper sweet nothings to me, telling me how much they love me. Finally, I got to read my book. My new year’s resolution (every year!) was to reduce my pile of “Want to read, but no time to read” books.

It’s been a long time. And I kind of like it. Say… I really can get used to a life like that! Maybe it’s time to give it some serious consideration….🤔

The Rolling Distum 

The Rolling Distum 

Creativity on a rainy day…


He is forever building stuff. It’s in his blood… 

Introducing… (drum roll🥁) T.H.E ROLLING DISTUM!!!!!! 

Huh?? Simi Lai eh? 

The “rolling Distum” is the pile of car tracks on top. It rolls (obviously). He makes them in variations of different lengths and rolls them off the top of the stairs to see which one comes down first, rolls further, cracks and lots of other test factors (I’ve lost track). 

Oh and I have absolutely no inkling what “Distum” means. He made it up as he liked the sound of it. Pronounce it properly ok!! He gets annoyed when we mispronounce it. It’s DIS TUM!

By the way, the structure under it isn’t part of the mighty “Rolling Distum”. It’s just a train which transports them to the top of the stairs and back to the yard for repairs. 

– Mommy Reporter signing out. 

Goings – Another One…

Goings – Another One…

12 April 2017

This post probably won’t be published until sometime in June…. The last time I wrote such a post  was back in 2013.

When a person has been in a sales organisation long enough (13 years), it is inevitable that I will see colleagues coming and going.

But what makes this person special is that she has been there, with me, all the way since I joined the company. We have been through thick and thin, (cliche as it sounds but it’s true!), weathered the restructuring, the departures of our closely bonded colleagues, been on happy holidays and yes, today she told me that she’s leaving.

I wasn’t shocked but I was kind of sad. I felt a little abandoned… Sometimes she’s a little naggy (haha, I know you are reading this!) but she means well for me. She has a kind heart, giving spirit and I know that I can always depend on her for support and not backstab me. That speaks for huge volumes in a sales organisation!

Perhaps, this time, the sea is rougher than it was in the last storm and it wouldn’t calm down for a long while. And I know that I wouldn’t be able to convince her to stay.  Because to leave a place, where a person had stayed for the last 14 years takes a lot of courage and determination.

Although, I’m still a little depressed (and abandoned!), I wish her all the best for the next exciting chapter of her life! Jia you!!!!

 

 

We are Pokémons! 

We are Pokémons! 

小小宝贝:Jie Jie! What Pokémon are you??

宝贝:I’m Pichu! Because I’m cuter than Pikachu! (Hmmm… okie….😅 she has great faith in herself… I suppose that’s not a bad thing. 🤔)

Didi, you are a Dragonite! Because you are a dragon! 

小小宝贝:No!! I’m a baby dragon so I’m just a Dratini! 

宝贝 : Mama is a Ninetales because she’s pretty! (I’m not a fan of Ninetales but I like the flattery part.) Then what about Papa???

小小宝贝 :(with a matter of fact look) Snorlax lah! Because Papa snores!!! (😂😂😂)

Discerning children I have! Children say the darnest things! It’s a good thing that the hub doesn’t read the blog!

Being Present. Being with My Loved Ones. 

Being Present. Being with My Loved Ones. 

Whenever we speak of spending time with our families, we tend to think of our children (for those of us with kiddos), we neglect to think of our parents and our grand parents. 

In the past, whenever I attended a wake of a friend’s parent or grandparent, I’d tell myself that I needed to spend more time with mine. But, I got caught up with the tidal wave of mundane matters that I forgot about this promise. And to me, it’s because they would always be there. It’s UNTHINKABLE that one day, they would not be there anymore. 

Until.. one day, my 93 year old grandmother had a stroke. The sprightly, independent, sociable lady was reduced to a mere shell of her former self overnight. From a fiercely independent being, cooking and cleaning (yes! Still! At the age of 93!), doing her morning qi gong classes with the neighbours, to one who needs help for the daily bare necessities. Not only that, the stroke affected her memory, so she is living in the present and even in the past, her memory indicator swings wildly like a pendulum. There are gaps in her memory. And this makes her fearful, suspicious, paranoid of everything and everyone. 

It’s a difficult time for everyone, including herself. She’s frustrated, embarrassed and eventually suicidal. 

It’s also extremely heartbreaking for my father. She’s been both his mother and father since he lost his father at the young age of 3 (my uncle was only 18 months old). She was the capable and unfatiguable mother who had been the permanent pillar in his life. So he makes it his duty to be always by her side, taking in her tirades and scoldings. 

I regret. I regret taking her for granted, always believing that she’ll always be up and about. Facing the possibility of another stroke which will further incapitate her mentally and physically, I suddenly realize that time is short. There’s an hourglass, somewhere, with sand streaming through the tube and time is running out. 

Is work really more important than someone who has taken care of me all my life? Is it worth spending time dealing with bad tempered, unreasonable clients who don’t care 2 hoots about who I am? Heck. Some of them don’t even remember my name! 

It’s time to take stock of my life and priorities. I don’t want to live with regrets that I haven’t done enough. And I guess it also comes with age (damn! Getting old arh!) that I don’t exactly care too much about what others (refers to people whom I don’t see more than once a year) think about me anymore. 

Enough said. Off to see my loved ones! ❤️ You too!!