Category Archives: the Family

The Family

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas…

We are proud to present the last post of Life for Beginners… for 2009. Showcasing the Amazing DSLR Photography of A Lil Fat Monkey, Royally Appointed BFF of H.R.H. Queen DSLR, and Featuring the Culinary & Baking Gymnastics of FatBoyBakes, Royally Appointed Tangechi of H.R.H. Queen DSLR. . . It’s almost that time of year.

Let Me Be The Cricket

    Ants   Summer’s here. The days are long and ripe for seekers of pleasure and pandemonium. Dionysus sells his fruits cheaply, offers you your own desires disguised as sage advice: Drink, eat and make merry. Play while the sun is still out. Have fun. It’s tempting, I tell you. Yet as I lift

The Most Happiest Girl in the World

. Surprises. May your years and your life be filled with them. The sweetest un-expectations. Dreams fulfilled. Longings answered. Surprise yourself. . . Never keep a queen waiting. And if they do, don’t wait for them. You’ve always danced to your own tune (though you possess what barely passes off as two left feet). We

30

. I turn 30 today. It’s not what I expected it to be, truth be told. My friends, they keep telling me that a man’s life only truly begins at thirty. Everything before that is just practice, some form of testosterone-fuelled dress rehearsal. Which means I probably missed out on mine, for I didn’t spend

We Are Children

. They say Christmas is for children, don’t they? Fortunately for us, no one ever specified an age limit. We are kids again, waiting for Santa and gifts and kisses underneath the mistletoe. The turkey is perfect this year, cooked to perfection and carved with surgical precision. Guests that arrive gather around the dinner table,

You Taste Like Tong Sui

. You taste like tong sui Ripe sweetness at play You are black sesame Mung beans oh so dreamy The ambrosia of erotic hasma A paradise of six flavours You are steamed milk custard A sip leaves me without words Guiling-gao dark and clear O sugar-shock me, my dear… . Dedicated to my best friend

The Ballad of the Birthmates

. Birthdays are wonderful things. Celebrations, cakes, candles, those sort of stuff. Let’s not forget the camarderie, though. That’s the best part. What better way to signal the passing of another year than to sound it in with one’s best friends? (Yup. It’s all about the noise.) Better yet if you’re sharing the same birthday