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Happy 7th anniversary to us!

Whenever I told my friends, we celebrate our 7th anni this year, they all were like : whoa! whooooA!
Honestly, I still feel like I just fallen in love with Kian yesterday.

Remember when my parents were here in Town? Kian actually asked my dad if he could marry me. Yes larrr. That WAS the question. BUT, he has NOT pop the question to me yet. My brother called me right after my parents arrived, he said: eh! Your man got gut! He didn’t even ask mummy. He went straight off to my daddy.

I know it is a matter of time. Time is our friend. I don’t really care about the wedding ceremony, that whole Chinese big dinner ‘thing’. If this is going to happen, a traditional tea ceremony for the elderly I guess that will do. I am not a big fan of that whole big YUM-SENG thing after all.

My mum, on the other hand, is slightly different. She said: aiyah.. simple simple.. 20 tables for the relatives for my side, can already.

WHAT? did you see that? TWENTY ! =.='’ You see, Teow Chew ppl can freak me out. A little.

Dad is cool with my idea for keeping things low profile. I suggested to my dad, why don’t he ‘focus’ on my brother, instead of me?

I don’t see a big wedding in the future, but I’ve started gathering a few wedding photographers for myself. I told friends who are good at photography, ‘eh! if, IF lar… this really happen ar, can you take my wedding photos?”

Yeah lah.. can you please? Take my wedding photos for me? please? *insert puppy eyes*

7th year is another beginning..I hope things will get better and better. More awesomeness, please! Yay!

My aunty (dad’s sister) visiting Perth. She is all excited going around.  For me, I’ve been playing too much tourist, and there is a Perthphotobia developing in me. =.=”"”

My family left town few weeks ago. We went all over Perth, and visited Down South. Before that, Kian’s sister was in Town, we went to South (again). Back in few months ago, Miza, my old friend was in Town twice(!), we went up to King’s Park, we had loacl seafood. I’ve been visiting the same place, doing the same things all over and over again. And this is pretty scary.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and family. I mentioned before: you3 peng2 zhi4 yuan4 fang1 lai2, bu2 yi4 le hu1?It’s just that, Perth has THAT much to offer, I am kinda sick of it now. Playing tourguide is not that fun, after all.

Anyhoo.. everybody, this is my Da4 Gu1 (aunty Fong), Da4 Gu1, this is everybody!

I brought my Da4 Gu1 to few places in WA. Due to my busy work schedule, I don’t get to bring them to Down South. Yes, I worked berturut-turut (continuesouly) Good Friday, Saturday and Easter Day! Hardcore, right?

The best thing spending time with my Da4 Gu1 is, we both are like girl friends/sista.
She teaches how to cook, wear make-up. She does my nails, thou I haven’t got long nails. We giggle over some ‘bedtime’ stories.

Best thing is, they bought me some clothes. My aunty said, “I’ve seen you wearing this top from long time ago..and you still wearing the same thing! aiyoh!” Yeah lah! I hardly can tell since when I bought new cloth. Most of my clothes were bought by Kian, dad, brothers, sister. I only know how to buy Paul Frank and I stopped years ago. =(

Thanks go to these Kay-L Tai4 Tai4 (mistress) and their shopping and money-spending spirit ! I love you all! *mwah*

Happy Belated Easter, people! 

Sorry larr. This is sooo late.
I hope you all had a great time. Long weekend + Easter eggs.

I’ve been consuming plenty of Easter chocolate eggs. Fantastic!

Chocolate is yumm. It makes me feel sooo GOOD. I believe it enhances my endorphine level at some point.
Just like s*x. Oh-so-good.

I feel awkfully regret for having too much chocolate intake. Too much sugar and fat.
somehow, I don’t feel in this way when I have s*x

Oh well, I think there is somewhat slight differece(s) between chocolate and s*x.

wundah, wundah, wundah.

This is a short story between me and an old couple who are fairly dimented.
I must admit, I used to dislike doing delivery to their house. They stay miles away from workplace.
Worst, they are dimented. Either the wife throws the medications away, or the husband loses the eyedrops.
At the end of the day, I was the one their daughter blaimed for. I hated it.
I do my routine visit today, as usual. I was waiting for them outside the house.
The old couple were holding their hands, and walking to toward my direction.
I swear, it was the most beautiful moment in the whole world.
I used to struggle between the issues of morality and money.
I knew I could easily talk over my boss to give up on them.
However, from today onward, I have a confession to make. I would like my selfishness to be forgiven.
Amitabha.

p/s: Happy Birthday, MUM!

It was sometimes ago, I found this restaurant from a blog review.
I personally not a very huge fan of buffet, I believe a tasteful dinner comes from succulent flavour, not the quantity itself.

One of the weeknights, we decided to head down to Shimizu Grand at Floreat Forum.

Some foodie’ photos first, ya?

Round ONE:
(A little bit of everything to try first)

Clock wise:

• salmon sushi — exactly the one I’ve made at home.
• Una sushi — disappointingly dry
• jellyfish sald — not something very fantastic
• spring roll — judging by its colour, you can tell they are severely underfried. pretty tasteless.
• squid mayo salad(?) — pretty awesome
• gyoza - the skin/wrapping tasted like cardboard ;pretty much like leftover gyoza being steamed again, again and again. nuff.
• raw tuna: (hiding behind the Chiwan Mushi): hmmm…
• Chiwan mushi: pretty fantastic.

Round TWO:
clock wise:
raw salmon: yes.. you can pretty much tell that there isn’t much awesomeness served on the table.
pickle: commercially available everywhere, not something that will amaze you.
random salad 1: I paid 38 bucks, I must at least try that.. for a tiny bit
random salad 2: comment same as above
raw beef: 2-3 slices are the max, but I just had one.

The only reason I like about the food is raw salmon. If you are salmon person, you might as well buy a chunk from Coles, and slice it off yourself at home.

I’ve never been a fan of jellyfish, but ever since I got stung by stingers, I am very,very, very determined to eat jellyfish whenever I go for Japanese. Damn you, jellyfish! The rash flared up few days ago.. and they are still fairly reddish and itchy.

Tempura: poorly done.

Beef: hard as rock. The slice garlic was overfried, leaving a after pungent bitter taste.

Squid balls: where is the squid? yep! very classic! they only give you a tiny tiny bit of squid, whereas the flour was obviously overpowering.

Japaneses noodle: I felt like they got this straight from the packaging. The texture of noodle is smooth; the brooth.. ordinary.

I personally think the owner put too much effort into the restaurant design. The ambient was good. Perfect for dating, group meeting.
But the owner musta forget to apply some passion, energy and effort into the food.
The hot food was very very disappointed too. They look more than the less like those cheapo Chinese buffet. and again, pretty tastleless.

And speaking of variation, I can understand there were only 2 choices of cakes.. but again, back to hot food. G! You don’t expect the amount of money you paid for for this kind of buffet.

So, I decided to come out with some top tips.
1. NO! You don’t pay 35. You will pay 38 bucks now. Price has gone up, just like the fuel. bloody hell.
2. NO! You don’t get their iconic chopsticks either.
3. NO! absolutely not worthy.
4. NO! You won’t even think of going there.for once.

p/s: despite the food wasn’t that great, I still had a lovely night out with Kian. At the end, Kian made the night pretty much, very tasteful.

Saturday night. Out of the blue, someone rang the door bell. Kian answered the door.

It was a girl, claiming herself that she is our neighbour.

In her broken English: “Where is THE girl? The Malaysian girl”  “The one drives a white small car?”

I sensed the girl was obviously looking for me, thou I no longer own the white small car.

“are you looking for me?”

I hurried up myself from laundry room, while looking for a short pants.

“I am your neighbour. Do you remember me?”

I opened my eyes, wide. Clearly, not.

“Er.. you are?”

“I am your neighhour. Monday is Labour Day. I have a day off. I make a small party pack for you, thanking you for fetching me to uni sometimes ago.”

She handed a plate of goodies.

“Oh dear! You don’t have to do that! It is my pleasure”

Hmm. I did fetch a few people to uni from my area when I was in uni. I totally understand how difficult it is living in Perth without a car! I always thought, might as well eh, since we all going to the same uni anyway. I shall make use the petrol.

I saw the Vietnamese rolls, man! That is my favourite! I couldn’t resist to say NO by then. Alas, ppl susah susah made it for me, might as well let me ’sapu’ everything, right?

She walked out from the shadow of light, feeling so please. I, on the other hand, just realised I almost happily ’sapu’ ppl sushi, without asking her name.

Gosh! 

p/s: Honey, don’t worry. I never picked any other boy(s) on my way to uni.