Jann's BLoG

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It all started with this little orange culprit. Actually come to think of it, no, not this bag. It was the recent brunch I went to with Shirin. Fell in love with her little red sling bag and had since been on a mission looking for a sling bag. Thanks to Shirin, we found this little patent sling at Jalan Haji. Then when i showed mummy, she got excited too.. She has lots of slings. And within the next 10 mins, she dugged out all her carefully stowed away treasures. Guess bag collections is hereditary... So not my fault for buying all those bags right? This little purse comes with a sling too. This is kind of cool. Clutches for evening out.. can't go clubbing with these though, no slings This alligator skins slings. Look like i need another coat rack for my bag collections.. and remember it's hereditary, not my fault ;-p

Cannot see his face ! LOlzz.... trying out cosplay for Dom's party. Managed to get Wes to put on this wig but for just a very short while cos he was very tickled by it. But don't he look good! Haahaa, like the daughter I never have. Nite's fever pose ;-) He is so so skinny! Like a twig!

Grilled Eggplant with a dash of curry - simply yummy... don't take my words for it. Try out my special recipe.. In fact mummy and Bez loves it so much that this dish is now nominated for our next party items... Very healthy too. Here how I do it. Mixed about 2 tsp of curry powder, light soya sauce, chopped garlic, a bit of sugar and sesame oil in a bowl. Can use olive oil instead of sesame oil too. Brush this marinade onto the eggplant. Let it seep thru for a bit. Then grilled it. Brush some more. When it's almost done, add the chopped bacon. Drippings from bacon will seep thru. Now I know this may not be the healthy part.. but definitely the yummy factor. Oh yes, be sure that the bacon don't burnt. Can put a foil tent over it when the bacon starts to brown. Cut lengthwise.. And grease the pan so that the skin won't stick to the pan. Look a bit like Roti John from here My dear friends, u will probably find this dish on my next party... Maybe along with grilled toma

Heehee, how can u say child abuse..See what I cooked them for dinner. Bez especially, since he been requesting for salmon steak for a while. Hahaha cooking right after my run.... aglio aglio in a wok..now what will those Italians think :p Meanwhile salmon steak(for Bez) and ham steak for mum and Wes. Me just grilled tomatoes.. Sauted assorted mushrooms with butter And there u have it, a very healthy dinner. So how can u say i abuse my kids?

So into Facebook these days, hardly blog anything now. But these photos can only be shared among close friends and family, so cannot go on facebook. DISTRIBUTION RIGHTS reserved. Air cond's vent will not hold up so Bez was assigned to hold it while we had dinner. Hahaha.. child abuse.. Am I sexy, Mummy? Cannot resist this.. But definitely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! hahahhaa

Dessert first... i like that, just like the poem I last posted. But no, that's not what it was. Dessert actually came later. And that is at this Japaneses place, Azabu Sabo in Central. It's the one on the first floor, at the corner, right where the escalator is. Really colorful place so it's hard to miss. U know, how these little Japanese outlets are always so enticing with their culinary display. This is the real reason for getting out of hibernation again this Sunday. That's 2 Sundays in a roll. Last week was brunch with Shirin and this time with Leonn who is visiting from Texas. Actually the way it goes, not much of a visiting anymore. Looks like he will be coming back for good. Reasons, quite obviouse right? hahaa..Oh btw, Leonn is my outlaw. (Ben's younger brother who is not that young anymore). But no comments, cos it will only reflects on my senority and not to mention, age! Wes wanted to try this TexMex place.. Cafe Iguana. Verdict - maybe 6 out

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We will have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When sudde