Fish & Chicks

Hafidz's grand idea turned into reality in May 2009. Introducing the F&C team:

602B Sembawang Estate Drive (opposite Sembawang Shopping Centre)
Tel: +65 6852 0089

Its the stuff you find at beach bars like KM8 and American diners like Chili's and TGIFridays except its halal. They make their own pizza dough, do not pre-cook their steaks and prepare their own sauces from scratch.

Bring your mum & dad too, there is a local kitchen that serves Singaporean fare at obscenely affordable prices.

They're usually packed full house on weekends but the fresh food is worth the wait.. and have a mocktail or two while waiting!

*teehehehe, sales pitch habis-habisan seh*

Goodbye terrible 2, Hello terrific 3

And it's over!

For weeks and weeks, I have been caught up at work preparing for APEC 09. Our involvement was massive, there were 4 live positions in all- Shaw Towers, the International Media Centre @ Suntec Convention, Orchard Hotel, Regent Hotel and lastly we had to man the live hits from BBC studio. With such a huge deployment of people and equipment, I rarely left the office before 9pm and had clients, bosses and staff calling at all hours of the day.

And no, I didn't get to meet President Obama, none of us did, not even the correspondents..

With that on my agenda, I didn't have enough time to prepare for Arissa's 3rd birthday. Hafidz & I decided that this year's birthday party should be low-key anyway (can't expect the same wallet-busting occasion every year..) so I ordered a cake with her fav character plastered in icing and we tooted over to Nek Som's house and unabashedly hijacked her kenduri-nak-pergi-Haji.

It made sense, everyone was there and there was already food- shameless I know . I asked and the host didn't mind none anyway..I had Arissa practise her birthday song all the way over but a proverbial cat got her tongue when the grand finale came round.

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Tummies full with yummy 'kampung' fare and cakes, we hopped over to the opposite block i.e. my parent's house, and had more cakes and prezzies to celebrate with her cousins. Again, we were killing 2 birds with one stone cos my parents will be performing their Hajj this year and Hafidz hasn't gone around to meet them in awhile.




I can't believe she's 3 already... it seemed not too long ago that I held her in my arms, tiny and quiet in the delivery ward. And now all she wants to do is steal my makeup bag.

Just yesterday, she proudly pointed out her black-marker drawn toenails and as I gasped in horror, she skipped away like Wednesday Addams (from Addams family laaaa).. As we were in a hurry to attend another kenduri-nak-pergi-Haji, I didn't have time to remove the self-inflicted graffiti so she walked around like a little goth girl all through Sunday.

I have more palette colours than Mummy! Oh joy!