Memories of jazz

There is something beautiful and evocative about jazz music. Whenever I catch a tune, it transports me back to the time when Denty and I started living together. We moved into that first house in the summer of 2006. Every Friday evening, when we get home from work we’d throw the French doors open to our little patio garden, put on some jazz music and shake up a dirty martini. We’d talk, cook together and have wine. Sometimes we’d just talk and sometimes we’d work on jigsaw puzzles. All the while, the jazz music is played in the background.  Those were magical moments, the rare times I have ever felt truly contented and at peace.

Now, when we get home from work, we rush around to wash the children and cajole them into bed time. There is no more jazz music playing. Sometimes, I wonder what this was all for. In a way, there’s no more Muks. In a way, I just don’t see the point of it all.

At least, I have the memories of jazz. That has got to be enough. That is good enough.

What I did when the kids are out

Ever since I left EY, I have been working on a temporary job while looking for something more permanent. I was supposed to have an interview at an interesting place this morning… But when I got into the car, I found that all the trains have been cancelled due to an earlier derailment. D’oh. Not the best start.

Anyway, I rearranged the interview for another day and suddenly had a full kid free day… And so this is what I got up to. A town of queuers and the giraffe (single mum) family’s beautiful food garden.


I’m rock n roll like that. Can’t wait for the kids to come home so that I can blame it on them.

Haiku by Muks

Muks is so hungry
for Kentucky Fried Chicken
and some shucked oysters.

I’m a natural. Meets all the rules:

  • 3 lines;
  • 5-7-5 syllables; and,
  • about nature.

Dim sum by M&S

I have been craving for dim sum but just never had the time to get some. I was intrigued when I saw some har gau and siu mai in Marks & Spencers while I was grabbing some last minute groceries (we’re middle class like that).

I had the har gau and siu mai for lunch…

It looked right, but it was disappointing. The har gau’s wrapping was too thick and the siu mai had too much vegetables and garlic. I really like garlic, but believe me, it was too much even for me. Would I buy again? Probably not, unless I get desperate. 

Well, short post this time. I need to go and breathe on the unsuspecting Denty. I’m nice like that.

I’m not tall enough

It is my company’s policy to send us to be poked and prodded health screened every few years. I have just had a preliminary screening (the proper one is in a couple of weeks where they actually take real life blood from my veins) where they noted my height, weight, questionnaire and etc.

DR: Based on our current calculations, your BMI is on the high side, indicating that you are overweight.

Me: Not really. I’m just not tall enough.


Two years

It has been two years since my mum passed away. It still hurts every bit as much as it had two years ago. Memories of her still bring on pangs of loss and yearning. Every time I see a rainbow, I look for her.

Love you mum, so much that I have never realised when you were alive.


New beginnings

It has been a year since my last post. Today, my mum would have been 61 and I don’t miss her any less than I did a year ago.

A lot has changed in the year, new addition to the family (the Tomato, so Wizzy is now a big sister), we moved house (with almost half an acre of garden to play with)… Stuff I wish my mum is here to see. I can’t change that but I can ensure that she lives through me and my children and I hope to capture some of that in my future posts.

Happy birthday, mum.