One of the very few highlights of going to work was on a very few random days, Uncle Murthi would come and ask us whether we wanted his homemade (made by his wife) fish curry+idiyappam combo. The answer had always been “YES UNCLE!“. I then would spend the next few days dreaming about it…
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Summary of the last 30 days of Kulture Kween, the person and the blog, which are heavily based on the notes I scribbled down in my journal.…
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It recently dawned on me that I have visited and eaten at Golden Mile Food Court almost every weekday for the past three years.…
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I threw Fia a teeny-tiny baby shower together with Yin and Vi, complete with balloons and birthday caps. Vi baked a cake, Yin took pictures, and I posed with the mother-to-be. I met many of my otherwise forgotten relatives because of a family wedding. We flew to India (my first experience), wore saris, and…
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It was a morning flight to Phnom Penh, Cambodia, and I had Nasi Lemak for breakfast. I ordered oriental fried rice, but I made Fafa switch.…
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Who ate food at midnight, 40,000 feet in the sky? I did, inside Tiger Airways jet setting from India to Singapore.…
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I woke up untroubled and started my Sunday by watching the latest episode of Scandal. I went on a lunch date of yummy Filipino cuisine lunch – pork Sisig – at Gerry’s Grill at Cuppage road. Then we went to Fullerton Bay Starbucks. There I spent some time journaling while Fafa read. We then…
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This month… We celebrated Fafa’s birthday in Penang, Malaysia. We had a small celebration at his place with a Power Ranger cake (he was not pleased with it), just the two of us. I am trying to remember what I got him for his birthday. Gah! That’s how bad my memory is! Texting him…
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It was my first French cuisine outside of France, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. So glad I have her in my life to bring me to these kinds of things.…
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Summary of the last 30 days of Kulture Kween, the person and the blog, which are heavily based on the notes I scribbled down in my journal.…
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