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| Angelina: Poor Dad....must be tired after all that hard work at the office.... Dad: Yeah....I need your soothing touch dear.... |
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| Angelina: Lemme give you a feline massage....my special touch....Thai style. Dad: Ouch...what's with the claw? When was the last time you had mani/pedi? |
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| Brad: What is it Angie? Angelina: Hmmm, beats me. What do you think? |
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| Brad: Oh...it can stand as well? Angelina: Goodness. It's humongous! |
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| Brad: Now it's lying on its side. Angelina: What kind of creature is this? |
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| Brad: This calls for a thorough investigation by me. Angelina: Hmm...though I hate to ask any favours from you....but purrrlease do so Brad. |
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| Brad: Hey...it looks a lot like Pingu but it ain't heavy at all. Angelina: Are you sure? |
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| Brad: Definitely not Pingu. It's not even breathing. Angelina: For a while there I thought Pingu has returned. |
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| At my thinking corner, contemplating activities of the day. |
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| First stop: Lunch at Aunty S's home in Matraville. |
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| The buffet spread: from left, oxtail soup, asam pedas beef, chicken rendang, squid sambal, prawn rendang (not in pix). |
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| Makan time! Aunty S made a delightful multicoloured rice to accompany the dishes. |
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| Charlie's Angels or Three Musketeers? These girls were very helpful in the kitchen. |
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| The dessert spread. Hmm.. is that choc cake also my birthday cake? |
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| Self service coffee and tea corner. |
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| Next stop: Dinner at Aunty T's home at Breakfast Point. There she was greeting us at the entrance of her apartment block. |
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| Classic style Christmas tree greeted us at the lobby. |
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| Mama, could we move in with Aunty T? I can live with this view everyday. |
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| Am imagining myself hosting a birthday party on that yacht. |
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| "Angelina, why don't you help me in the kitchen instead," said Aunty T. |
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| Yee Sang on Christmas? Yeap. Oh....or is this Chinese New Year? |
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| OK everyone...toss and mix the Yee Sang for prosperity. |
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| Dining and chatting on the balcony? Why not? |
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| These two uncles share the same surname and initials. Both are Uncle W. |
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| Some guests ate in the kitchen...eagerly waiting for Aunty T to heat the beef rendang and chicken curry. |
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| Ok....say whoopee! All smiles on a happy occasion. |
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| Hmmm....Aunty T must have spent hours putting the decoration on this tree. har har har...purrrfect for curious cats. |
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| Someone erected this tree in my neighbourhood. Nice, eh? |
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| We saw these kittens for sale at a neighbourhood petshop. Cute but they come with tremendous responsibility. |
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Is it a figment of my imagination That there are fresh figs in the house? |
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It's not a figment of my imagination There are fresh figs in the house. |
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My imagination comes and goes Isn't that a box of mangoes? |
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| Mama, are we having a party? Why are there so many fruits in the house? purrrr.....meow! |
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| Hint 1: Who's looking down when scolded by the other? |
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| Hint 2: Who's on a higher position? |
It's been raining cats and dogs on most days this summer. Thus, organising an outing on weekends is a tricky thing. But of course, being a faithful believer of the adage "where there's a will, there's a way," I stopped listening to the weather forecast and just follow my instinct. Anyway, last week, Aunty Rose (Mama's BFF since her school days) came all the way from Malaysia and she brought her family too. Of course, on top of the compulsory touristy stuff like visiting the Opera House, Harbour Bridge etc, Mama suggested some PYO activities as well. And this being summer, it's also the season for mangoes and the stone fruits. Since cherries are the first in the season, so cherry picking seems to be the logical choice. Believing the weather forecast (at first) and after hearing reports that the cherry harvest is badly affected by too much rain, we had to do frantic research and get the right information. We called up several orchards in Bathurst (first choice as it's the nearest) and Young (the cherry capital). We reckon many people were put off by the bad reports that many didn't go cherry picking at our favourite orchard (coz it's organic) in Bathurst. So, when we called the orchard and were told: "Yes, please come. We still have some fruits available," we were ecstatic. And off we went to Bathurst last weekend....in search of the lush-est, juici-est, red-dest, bling-est cherry. Oh yess....drool people. The pictures tell all.  |
| The adventure began here..... |
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| Uncle Z "caught" the first cherry! |
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| Remember! Just the maroon ones - the darker the colour, the sweeter the fruit. |
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| Pick them one by one, by the stem. |
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| Ooooh....droool... |
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| Those red dots are cherries, of course. |
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| The cherry hunting family at work. |
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| Aunty Rose aka Queen Cherry Hunter! |
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| Cherry hunters with their "catch". |
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| The "catch" weighed, valued and boxed before we could take it home. |
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| Abang A trying out the lawn mower. |
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| Yummm...pure carnivore stuffs. There were steaks, lamb chops, chicken kebab, chicken sausages and beef ribs. |
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| Where's Angelina? |
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| Someone's playing hide and seek!!! |
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| Har! Har! Har! Caught you! |
