30 September 2009
29 September 2009
28 September 2009
Zoë: Who take all soap from bathroom, Mommy?Me: I don’t know. Who took all the soap from the bathroom, Zoë?Zoë: Rob-ber ducky! Get it? *Giggle, giggle* Funny, Mommy! *More giggles*
This week’s theme is “Blue,” where the color blue has to feature strongly in the photo.
Going through my files, I saw that I do have plenty of “blue” photos, except that they are mostly of the sea, the beach… and not many of them have clearly visible faces. Either that or there were too many faces that none of them were distinctly interesting enough to count.
This one, however, seems to fit the bill. Some of you might have seen this photo of Josh before, taken when we were at Science World this summer. Josh in blue, trying to figure out a giant blue numerical puzzle.
Do head on over to I ♥ Faces for what will be a lot of interesting “Blue” photos.
25 September 2009
24 September 2009
I’d missed doing that. I used to be the one who would lie down next to him, but we’ve since been doing the mommy-daughter, father-son thing since Zoë was born. We used to spoon and I would sing to Josh until he would fall asleep. I would take in the smell of him, all sweet and soft against me.
That night, when I slid in next to him, he turned to me and asked, “How much do you love me, Mommy? Tell me.”
Me: I love you SO, SO, SO, SOOOO much, Josh.
Josh: But I love you more than you love me, Mommy.
Me: Oh, really? Do you know how much I love you?
Josh: Tell me, Mommy. What’s the number?
Me: A trillion gazillion!
Josh: But I love you TWO trillion gazillion, eight thousand, six hundred thousand, three gazillion!!
Me: Well, I love you SO much that they haven’t even invented the name of the number for how much I love you.
Josh: Well, they haven’t invented the name of the number for how much I love you either!
Me: Okay then. Let’s just say we love each other VERY much, okay?
Josh: Okay, Mommy. ‘Night.
A little moment to wrap up in a piece of fine silk, to be tucked away somewhere close, to be taken out whenever I would need a pick-me-up… or just whenever I would need a “You are so blessed, believe it!” moment.
23 September 2009
22 September 2009
The thing is, you only get ‘tested’ once and after that, once they have established that you mean business, your timer is your best friend.
Josh wanted me to help him build something. I was editing some photos and told him that I’d help him when I finish. Josh walked over to where we keep the timer. I could hear him pressing the buttons and could hear the “beep, beep, beep” as the minutes piled up. Then he walked over to me and said, “Mommy, when the timer rings, you should close your computer and come help me."
Not that what I was doing couldn’t wait, but having the tables turned on me by a 4-year old? Hmm, though I was a bit amused, I was not really liking it so much. But fair's fair. And I have to be thankful that instead of whining, Josh was resourceful. Too resourceful.
21 September 2009
Her answers don’t vary much. Our after-school conversations generally go like this:
Did you have fun at school?
What did you do today?
Whom did you play with?
Boys and gehls.
What did you have for a snack today?
Ah, bread (or crackers). And water (or milk or OJ).
In the afternoon, I called up the school and talked to her classroom teacher to ask about some other things, but before we put down the phone, I decided to find out what “Moony” was. I asked her what they had for snacks. Note: This entire conversation was in Cantonese. So when Ms. L told me tung fan, it didn’t immediately click.
“Candid” = A spur-of-the-moment, completely candid, non-posed capture.
I have decided that for this week’s theme, there is no better photo in my files than this one here.
This has got to be one of my all-time favorites from all my photos. When my parents are visiting, the camera is out all the time and I was snapping away as usual when I managed to catch this look shared between Zoë and her KungKung. Corny phrases come to mind, but there is no mistaking the special bond that these two share. It makes me melt each time I see this.
This week’s entries are sure to be very interesting, so do head on over to I ♥ Faces for other “candid” photos!
18 September 2009
It’s Friday again and it’s fix-it time! I wanted to play around with this photo. I tried cropping; I tried toying with black-and-white or sepia tones or soft focus, but because this photo is already so beautiful that there really is not much to be done to make it even better!
The original photo
Fix-It #1: Sharpened, warmified, brightened
Fix-It #2: From Fix-It #1, added glow
Check out all other edits on I ♥ Faces.
17 September 2009
(If you’d missed the first part, you can read about it here.)
A picture of my future flashed before my eyes. Bye-bye to life as I knew it. I’d be spending time behind bars. My conscience would forever be weighted down by the knowledge that I’d taken a life. I’d be past my “use by” date by the time I get out. My parents might never have grandchildren.
The other climbers started to crowd around us. A couple of the facility staff came over to check on Chris, did their stuff. I don’t know how many minutes went by, but Chris started to stir. He flexed his legs, slowly sat up. He seemed okay.
By then, I’d retreated to the couch at the side of the gym. I sat there all alone, conscious of the looks that the other climbers were giving me. Yeah, that’s her. Lucky she didn’t kill him, but steer clear of her. You wouldn’t want her for a climbing partner. I felt this small.
Chris went up again, this time with C as his partner. He made it down okay. Then I saw him make his way over to me.
Uh oh. What do I say? “I’m sorry” is so lame; it just won’t cut it. Is he angry? I seriously had no idea what to say to him or what he would want to say to me.
Chris asked me, “Uh, would you want to belay me again? So that you’d get over your fear of ever belaying somebody again?”
Is this guy for real? I mean, I almost killed him and here he stands asking if I would like try to
kill belay him again... because I might be so traumatized that I would not ever belay anybody again!
I decided right there and then that he just had to be the most generous-spirited person I know. (And he is. I still think that.) He admitted to me later on that he was really nervous about asking me to belay him again, wondering if I could just be so bad and drop him again.
That, my friends, was how we met. It’s become a joke between us that he fell for me the very first time we met. Although in reality, romance was far from our minds that night with all the drama there was. It wasn’t until much later, over a hundred climbs or so later, that we really 'fell.' Heh.
How apt is it that the music to our first dance was Lauren Wood’s Fallen?
16 September 2009
A one-bedroom apartment in Hong Kong's Kowloon district was bought by a local businessman for HK$30,025 (US$3,874) a square foot, a record price for properties of that type in the city, Centaline Property Agency Ltd. said.
The fully-furnished home was used as a show apartment at the Masterpiece development and has space of 816 square feet (75 square meters), Thomas Lee, senior sales director at Centaline, said by telephone today. The broker sold the property for HK$24.5 million (US$3.2 million). (Complete article here.)
15 September 2009
A mutual friend, C, got a group of us together to go wall-climbing. I hadn’t climbed in over two years since my climbing partners relocated to Taiwan. So understandably I was a bit rusty on techniques and whatnot.
Chris was my partner that night. Up I went with him belaying me. I came down and it was his turn to go up. He made it to the top, (about a couple of storeys high) and he signaled to me that he was ready to make his descent. I slowly eased back the Grigri to let him some rope so that he could begin swinging down. One hand was on the Grigri, while my other hand was holding on to the rope.
Image credit: Olivier Bernard
Like I mentioned, I was a bit rusty. I must have eased back the Grigri a bit too much, because the rope was letting too quickly and it was causing a burn on my other hand. About halfway down*, Chris started to free fall. In my panic, I’d pulled the lever all the way back instead of just simply letting it go so that the auto-lock would kick in.
Next thing I knew, Chris landed on the wooden floor with a loud thud. He was flat on his back, not moving.
Omigosh, I just killed someone! Even if he comes to, he might have broken bones or worse. How would I face his family and explain to them why somebody who their son/brother just met that night could kill him? What do I do? What do I do? I swear I will not go climbing again for as long as I live. Please let him be okay. Please let him be okay. Please...
(To be continued…)
*Chris claims that he was actually near the top when he started falling.
14 September 2009
For this week’s entry, I had to dig through some really old photos. Folder after folder yielded no photo that was even close to “contemplative.” Until this one. This was taken during our trip to Rome in 2004. Chris and I were strolling along the Vatican grounds, with me having just started on one of Dan Brown’s novels, Angels and Demons, when I saw this priest walking across the square, deep in thought. My overactive imagination revved up, although your guess is as good as mine as to what he was
plotting thinking as he purposefully crossed the square. What? Blame the direction of my thoughts at the time on the novel.
…and in my dig through old photos, I came across this one of a dog swimming back, tennis ball in mouth. So, here’s the entry for this week’s Pets category. This was taken in 2003, near Yaletown in downtown Vancouver. The dog would tirelessly jump into the water and swim out each time, happily retrieving the ball for its master. What a dog!
Do head on over to I ♥ Faces for other “Contemplative” pics and Pets photos.
13 September 2009
Sashimi (salmon, fatty tuna, kingfish, lemon fish, tiger prawns, etc.)
Cling wrap to wrap around the sushi mat (optional). This is so that it’s easier to clean the mat afterwards, without the rice sticking in between the slats.
- Use about 1.25 cups of water to every cup of rice. Each cup of rice makes about two rolls of sushi.
- Cook the rice. Once the rice is cooked, leave in the rice cooker for an additional 5-10 minutes.
- Take out the rice and put into a big wooden bowl --preferably; although glass or plastic will do as well.
- Allow the rice to cool to room temperature. To hasten the cooling process, you can keep on gently folding the rice, while standing in front of a fan. Or if you want to just leave it to cool by itself, please make sure that you throw a wet towel to cover so that it doesn’t get too dry.
- Scoop a layer of rice onto the seaweed, leaving about an inch off the top and bottom edges.
- Dip your fingers into the bowl of water so that the rice will not stick and then even out the rice with your fingers, gently tamping down.
- Now you lay out the fillings cross-wise on the rice. You can put as little or as much as you want. Just remember that how much you put in will affect how big your sushi roll will get.
- You can choose to add a dollop of wasabi/mayonnaise before (or after) you add the fillings. I was a bit skeptical about the taste of this, but was pleasantly surprised at how yummy it was! Using the mayo in the sushi rolls is optional, but it does add to the overall yumminess and prevents the sushi from being a bit too dry.