Lunar New Year this time seems awfully swift. In a blink of an eye, I find myself back in this room; off-white walls and strips of photos hanging against the off-white curtains. The face of my white wardrobe doors emptied, making way for new photos I took and new people to look up to, new [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Ipoh’
All bright eyed and bushy tailed
Posted in Culture, Faith & Religion, Events & Happenings, Everyday Things, Family, tagged 2012, Ipoh, Lunar New Year, mahjong on January 27, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Buddy you’re a young man hard man
Posted in Everyday Things, Family, tagged Ipoh on December 12, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I’m long back from Duty-Free Island. Now staring at the cursor while I type from Ipoh at 7 in the morning. Kinda hungry. Dad’s out to fetch some typical Ipoh breakfast for the family cos er, everyone is asleep. -_____- Exhausted from Ka Che’s wedding reception last night, I supposed. One merry night. Binge drinking [...]
Why Chinese Have Tea
Posted in Culture, Faith & Religion, Family, Food & Recipes, Reviews, tagged Chinese, Ipoh on November 14, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The dinner at Tai Thong (Ipoh) was typical. Predictable. The food was not pleasant, tbh. It was either too bland or too -something. Yeah, I predicted that part too. If dinner was on me, I’d change ALL the dishes. Maybe except the dessert (almond custard bun ftw!). I don’t understand why Chinese dinners in hotels [...]
Your Heart Will Tell The Truth
Posted in Culture, Faith & Religion, Family, tagged Ipoh on November 13, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Grandma has a book that writes the names and contacts of her loved ones. When she needs to call them, she’ll simply flip those familiar pages. The problem is that even the threads that tie those pages together are aging and beginning to unstrung themselves. What will we do when the pages are all separated? [...]
Wall of Fame
Posted in Culture, Faith & Religion, Family, tagged Ipoh on July 11, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The tinge of nostalgia always come to me when I am back in Ipoh. Everything just comes back to me when I am in this old house. The time I recall most is when I’m 4. Or 5. It’s been yearsss, but I remember exactly where I used to hang my toys and where I [...]
