cny hols

Sprained my ankle playing captain’s ball. On an uneven grass field. In slippers. But it was great fun. My dearest cousin hilmy was practically mauled by us in our efforts to prevent him from catching the ball. Hahha.

As usual, east coast park was transformed into a malay village during the cny hols…and it’s amazing how ingenious we malays can be. We have tents of all shapes and sizes being erected here and there. And generators, GENERATORS mind you, for the lamps and the fans and the tvs that were brought along to the beach.

My aunt was the mastermind again for this year’s edition of the great charcoal fest. We had a total of 5 tents pitched (6-men tents at that), 1 gazebo-like tentage, 2 safari beds, god knows how many director chairs, and all these coming from the little storeroom of hers in pasir ris. Amazing how much stuff can be stuffed into that small hole.

And we had food galore. Satay, otak-otak, chicken wings, rojak char kway, roti john, mee hoon goreng, laksa, nasi lemak, pizza, cold potato salad, hot potato salad, epok-epok sayur, jemput-jemput pisang, jemput-jemput bawang, samosa, hot dogs. And there were oranges, oreos, chickadees, twisties, chocolate cake from polar, even sembuih hahha. Just thinking of the food is making me dizzy.

food galore

the laksa gravy..yummy yums!

We’ve started staying at cg more regularly now. We’re taking over the tenancy officially next week. Which leaves us with not much time. My folks n grandparents finally visited the place proper, and I have a feeling dad is grudgingly changing his opinion of the place. He had earlier said that the place look so kampong, and that he could easily get a better place for much lower at kembangan. But that’s precisely why we even got the place, cos we’ve fallen in love with the whole kampong environment that is cg. I cant believe it’s possible, but I’ve been waking up early in the morning to do the laundry and hang them out at the clothes line. Yes! The very idea of me missing sleep is unthinkable, but I wouldn’t want to miss the feel of wet grass on my feet early in the morning when i'm out hanging the clothes to dry. It’s just so…heavenly surreal. We were greeted by a small toad at our doorsteps the other day…yet another example of how kampong cg can be. Hv I said that I love the place? Heeee

Am finding it super difficult to come to work today. Thankfully, there’s a friend around to entertain me with her stories..hahha. and what do you know..the work day is over! Time to head home y’all!