1st Sept next year will be my celebration, if I agreed on the offer of becoming a civil servant. Then, Miss Chio will be the salutation for those kiddos. Great.

Picture the tight skirt deep-v Aly drilling theories of demand and supply, that’s sure something hot. Before that, my golden locks must go brown.
The Principals don’t make comment of; “Wow, you have pretty nice golden hair”, just to thrill me.

So, I had a day to unwind with my teachers previously. (Nope, not those from institutions or alma mater, donned my convocation robe in July remember.)
I meant my Mum and Aunts.

Put away academic teachings, they are certainly certified for an educator designation in molding the soul of our young minds. My savoirvivre for once is shaped under their rattans and bitching sessions. And I’m glad they did it that way contrasting myself and the cyber-generation today.

Besides, my Hakka, Cantonese and Mahjong wouldn’t be that proficient without them.
Trust me, this funky bunch of women have lots for me to learn from still.

I await out next session of tiles and spread.

The usual noisy lot

the famous dish originated from China

fusion: of rice noodles that tasted pretty nice

wine lovers, can give this a try

and heres my nephew, with us teaching him how to pose correctly

oh,  if i have a boy. . . hmmmm

Kiss my Royal butt