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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.
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It’s almost that time of year. A time for cel­e­bra­tion and cheer.

Let Me Be The Cricket

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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 my head from my sloth dis­guised as slog­ging,

The Most Happiest Girl in the World

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Sur­prises. May your years and your life be filled with them. The sweet­est un-expectations. Dreams ful­filled. Long­ings answered. Sur­prise your­self.
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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 call you the Diva.

30

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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 my child­hood knee-deep

We Are Children

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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, drawn by

You Taste Like Tong Sui

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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…
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Ded­i­cated to my best friend The Diva whose sin­gu­lar obsses­sion with 花生糊 (peanut paste soup) rivals my own

The Ballad of the Birthmates

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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 with some­one else. Some­one