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1. Frying pan
2. Pyrex casserole dish
3. Wooden spoon and frying thing
4. WMF pots
5. Convection oven
6. Spatula
7. Big metal mixing bowl
8. Philips handheld blender
9. Herb and spice rack
10. Rice cooker

Life is pretty good now because holidays have Finally started. Not completely because I’ll still be back and forth in school now and then. But I’m happy enough not to have to wake up early every morning. Here’s to lazy mornings with breakfast with my hubba.

Speaking of the hubba it’s really a wonderful feeling to be married to someone I love so much. Feels like we’ve been married yonks but it’s only been three months. Haha. It’s lovely to be a wife.

Made lasagna this morning for Merv’s birthday! Had EL dept farewell lunch yesterday where I made vegetarian shepherd’s pie, and there was spaghetti last week at Yu Hsien’s thanksgiving dinner. It’s been a week of cooking and cooking but it’s fun (:

Goodness. This is a real blow to me knowing I have colleagues in other schools with such atrocious English. Haaaack.

Taken from the New Paper.

You will be penalised for making grammatical errors in your English exam paper, but what if your English teacher makes such errors in setting the paper?

That’s what happened at a neighbourhood school in the west, where errors were found in a Secondary 3 Express English examination paper.

Students were given the following instructions when asked to write a speech:

“The speech is intended to serve as an encourage and inspiration for your fellow schoolmates. Write a speech to clearly sharing your success story and what advice would you offer to your school mates.”

The school’s principal has acknowledged that the English teacher made a mistake.

I lifted this post verbatim from Daniel Heaf’s website; I absolutely love ‘Where the Wild Things are’. It was a library book staple when I was growing up and I’m definitely buying a copy for my own bookshelf when little ones come. And this guy, Daniel? Props. This is a true work of art!

Where the Wild Things are in stone, originally uploaded by Daniel Heaf.

We've been in our new place for about 9 months now. Most of the boxes are unpacked, we've done endless amounts of DIY and we thought it about time we treated ourselves to a moving in present. 

We wanted something for the wall, something that says something about the people that live there. Something that represents our brand new little family.

We have tonnes of photos on the wall already and portraits seems a little too stuffy and old fashioned so in the end we decided on a stone relief carved by our wonderfully talented friend Simon Ings. Together we chose a scene from Where The Wild Things are but had India included. From left to right above it's supposed to be India, me, Aldous and Amanda hanging from the the trees. We're all having a rumpus!

Where the Wild Things Are was my favorite book as a child. It was the first book I gave to India and Aldous has a fresh copy waiting for him on the shelf in his room.  I dreamt of making mischief and sailing off to be crowned king of the wild forest. Now I get to get to take my whole family with me.

 

As you can see Simon has the most amazing talent and we worked so hard to bring each tiny leaf to life. But he's not limited to Wild Things.his contemporary work is beautiful and often exhibited at London's Oblong Gallery.

I am utterly bewildered by the huuuuuuuuge selection of wedding photos I am suddenly deluged with!

I am freezing! FREEZING. What a change from before :/ It’s down to 1 degree here and we had hailstones yesterday. Hailbloodystones! Tiny ones, but nonetheless ridiculously exciting if not for the fact that I’m shivering all the time and I don’t dare t go pee because your bare butt hitting an icy toilet seat is really not conducive to one’s wellbeing. Though a bursting bladder probably isn’t either :/

And there’s a terribly bad smell like a baby puked up two weeks’ worth of food in the room, and we can’t find the source of the baby puke. So we’ve endured the last few days with a stinky room. I’ve been spraying perfume all over. It’s really bad. Luckily the toilet here is quite nice. Actually all I require from the toilet is to be clean and to have really hot water and they’ve fulfilled both requirements, phew. The toilets in Yunnan were really terrible – this is fine.

Nanjing Massacre Museum tomorrow – I think that’s going to be very interesting.