Che-Cheh

My dad bought some crabs home the other day. We discuss how to cook it. He wants gingery type of taste. I suggest curry, cayenne & paprika powder combo. In the end he combined all flavors.

After cooking, my dad start eating the crab first. And by the time I want to take my share, he’s already making noises. Noises like ‘eh hou sek la’, ‘hmmm mmmm’, ‘ngom ngom…mmm’.

Yes that’s him in the picture.

I gave out some silence chuckles thinking… “Ahh just like me. When I cook something delicious, I will make noises as well”.

The spiced crab taste is not out of this world but it’s pretty good.

Speaking about food, I time the eating speed of Chester on his regular meal (1 and 1/2 cup kibbles). It’s 1 minute 59 seconds!!! No kidding. All I hear is 2 bites, a few slurps, 2 bites, a few slurps… like that. Hahaha

I wonder how long does your dog take to finish his/her food. Come share here.

There’s A Place In Your Heart
And I Know That It Is Love
And This Place Could Be Much
Brighter Than Tomorrow

And If You Really Try
You’ll Find There’s No Need To Cry
In This Place You’ll Feel
There’s No Hurt Or Sorrow

There Are Ways To Get There
If You Care Enough For The Living
Make A Little Space Make A Better Place…

Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me

Michael Jackson is dead. The world mourns. Only 50, too young. Too young! He gave so much to the world.

I was just a little punk when I first listened to Billy Jean on the radio. Tried the moonwalk thingy without success (haha just a kiddo ma) and was so inspired by We Are The World. Ahh memories. I regretted for not attending his HIStory World Tour concert. Still spanking myself after all these years. Albeit all the tragic incidents that swept his life after that, he remained a hero to me.

Goodbye MJ.

May You Rest In Peace, Michael Joseph Jackson.
August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009

One day while I was working my arms with a dumbbell, Chester came to me with a twinkle in his eyes. You see he’s NOT usually interested in what I’m holding unless what I’m holding is food.

So yes he came and grab my dumbbell! Puzzled at first but I soon realized why.

This is a case of misidentifying a dumbbell for a bone.

You see, I’ve never ever given him a bone before. Not even a small piece of bone. Except bone biscuits. Hehe

I have this stupid idea that he will choke while eating a bone or the bone will get stuck somewhere in his belly or intestines that will later on pose danger to his health.

Over worry? Guilty as charged!

I’m sorry Chester that you have never ever tasted a REAL bone before. Maybe dog owners out there can advice me on what kind of bone is the ’safest’ for a dog?

Talking about dog… here’s the winner for the dog signage contest… deng deng deng…

Bengbeng with his message Do not poo here. Offender’s owner will be asked to clear up the mess.

Chosen by my parents. Hehe

Bengbeng, please email me your details so I can send the prize to you.

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