Friday, 31 December 2010

From Past to the Brink of Future

Tis New Year's Eve and TV is running programme after programme on looking back at 2010.
From volcano ash to snow (lots of it),
air travel much disrupted.
(Overnight bags to be equipped with change of clothes in future.)
Bombs accidentially going off; real bomb attacks,
all killing holiday cheer in the countries concerned.
A mountain climb, an adventure, young man's life, so precious yet lost.
How sad and heartbrokened the parents.
Crime, even if victim-less, raking havoc in young man's life,
from the height of scholarship to the troughs of disgrace,
even having to pay damages, an education disrupted.
How heartbrokened the parents must be.
All these, happening around us.
Our hearts feel for them.
Thankful we are for the blessings we have,
thankful we are for those around us - our family, friends and life.

The 12 Siblings

The 12 siblings, all together,
some younger than others,
the youngest being December.

The 12 siblings, jostling with each other,
to fly.
December being the most jovial,
full of holiday cheer.

But December is stressed this year,
squeezed almost to core,
by sisters January, February and especially March.
The three sisters jump onto December,
deflating her holiday cheer.

But little December, muscled all her resilience,
to keep up the holiday cheer.

Keep it up, little siblings! We can face the challenges ahead, yes we can!

A Rose in the afternoon sun

Thursday, 30 December 2010

Getting ready

The Roses, pink and white, lining up , getting ready in their petal best.

Crunchy chocolate

Return to Swensen's.

And the morning progresses

Morning calls

The calls of the birds. Of different types. Shrill and persistent, resonating through the morning air . As the sky slowly lightens.

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

young ones


The young ones gather. The first together.
A get-together over BBQ and chatter.
Chatter about courses and modules.
The aroma of the food adding flavour to the interaction.

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Glutinous Rice at Last!

Finally the delicious glutinous rice at Chinatown.

Usually a long long queue snaking around the tables, a long wait.

Today, while everyone's at vacation, the queue's shorter!

Saturday, 25 December 2010

Christmas ice - cream

After-dinner dessert on Christmas.

Pistachio sicily. Not as nice as the usual pistachio flavour though.

Night @ Christmas

Flyer and MBS by night.

A fleeting scene from the car. At a point where the Marina Bay Sands (MBS) appear to be within the Singapore Flyer!

Fleeting Hope and Passing

A journey, one after another, each full of hope.

A journey, tough especially for the old, yet overcome.

Hope, high at times, at the sight of positive signs.

Yet plunged to the ground with setbacks.

Hope, as fleeting as the sight of the Flyer from the car.

The oxygen bag, fully inflated. A familiar sight, bringing back memories.

Why not quality last years? Must all end with suffering?

Togetherness Treasured

In celebration of 22 years together. May there be more good years.

Friday, 24 December 2010

On the 24th of Dec ...



Christmas revelry, greetings frenzy,
joyous and trying to be.
Away somewhere else,
someone fighting a battle,
hopefully not the last.
Why, oh why, must one suffer so
in one's late years?
The oft-heard stroke,
the ubiquitous chest infection.
The latter oft brushed off as nothing much by the young and healthy,
yet so often lethal in the old and frail.
Blessings, blessings, for us all.

Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Lotus Roots for Winter Solstice

Another winter solstice.

Another year of the changed family combination.

Her memory lives on - in brewing the lotus roots pork rib soup,

prepared with advice from the market stallholders on what ingredients to include.

Her memory lingers on - with the preparations for the winter solstice dinner.

The preparations that she held so dear,

the dinner that she insisted on everyone being together for.

Monday, 20 December 2010

brownie treat

With a slice of brownie from Ikea/Ikano, lightly toasted,

some vanilla ice-cream from 7-Eleven (albeit melting),

hey presto!

We have ice-cream brownie!

A night treat! :)

Overheard at the Florist / Nursery

At a well-patronised nursery ...

Customer: Hi. Can the holly and berries be used outdoors?

Cashier (giving a disdainful look): It's plastic.

Customer: It can be used outdoors?

Cashier (still with a disdainful look): It's plastic. It's plastic. So of course can use outdoors.

(One could almost hear her say "Duh!")

Customer was going to dash to get it from the shelf ...

when the Cashier added, "But cannot take water."

=_=

Swedish fare

Looking forward to it. Much anticipation.

Memories of warm meatballs in delicious gravy and sauce.

But a letdown today ...

... cold turkey and honey-baked ham, with cold bun and carrots.

Even the famous meatballs cold and hard.

=_=

But the appetitiser and desserts saved the day!

Smoked salmon with salad sauce.

Chocolate and almond, crunchy and soft.

And the gourmet coffee, freshly brewed, with its strong aroma.

Finally ... :D

Sunday, 19 December 2010

Little House ...

Little house on the bonsai.

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Bonsai once more

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Queue begets queue

Humans are so interesting, watching others and drawing conclusions from there. A long long queue at this soy sauce chicken stall at Chinatown food centre.

"Wah, so many people queue up for it. Must be good! Let's try it!" =_=

That's how we came to queue for it. Almost 20 minutes in all.

All said, the food was good. Generous serving for $2.50 too. The char siew was delicious too.

And the stallholder wore a chef's coat!

"Long queue. Must be good. We must try it next time!" came another refrain ...

From the wild

It came, unsolicited. Settling down, making its home here. Growing and blooming, giving back to the garden it has made its home.

Saturday, 18 December 2010

food reservations

A lone walnut. What's left of a plate of delicious ones!

A difficult place to patronise. Always booked. Looking around us, full as can be, bustling on a Sat lunchtime.

Finely done dim sum. Good porridge. Dainty dessert.

Once given bad reviews, now service good. Just need reservations.

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Reflection of A Bird


The Bird,
it found refuge and solace,
far from (or beside) the madding crowd.
At the water features, separated by glass
from the hustle and bustle of the traffic,
vehicular and human.

The Bird,
alone in its designer sanctury,
sipping water,
letting the water "spa" its feet,
under the shade of the indoor trees.
A time for reflection, if it wished.
A time for relaxation, it enjoyed.

The Bird,
beside the madding crowd.

Section 60 D

Section 60D. Interesting way of demarcating the car park areas. Wonder if the Sections run to 300s? ;)

Prawn noodles

Finally get to eat the prawn noodles at Pepys Road, off Pasir Panjang Road. Always sold out by lunch time.

Fragrance of shrimp flavouring and delicious taste that came from ... lard, tiny lard cubes! Unusual (in today's context) and delicious!

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

New socks . . .

... new socks for the table legs!

From Daiso.

Trust the Japanese to create demand for something like this.

If only we can create demand for our business so easily! ;)

little eateries


Trying out little eateries today.

From Saybons (the French eatery in basement 2 of Plaza Singapura and near the entrance to the Dhoby Ghaut MRT station) with its hot-off-the-hotplate crepes and hot-from-the-oven baked escargots ...
to the nostalgia of steamed egg dessert, plus new ones like egg white dessert and the Ginger Moo from Ji De Chi 记得吃
to tea and kaya toast of old at Toastbox.

Monday, 13 December 2010

The Halo-ed Hall

Try and try, every new member of the halo-ed club,
try they would for the attention of The One.
With attention from The One,
ticket up rocket-speed
to the halo-ed hall.
The One,
solid in knowledge and vision, kind at heart.
Yet, yet ...
... yet oh so accommodating,
even of betrayees and bullies.
The old boys' network,
the band of heroes,
tainted by those without scruples.
While keeping out nice and upright proper ladies.
Watching from outside, like the little matchstick girl.

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Fragrance of Flowers

The petite white flowers, blooming on the plant.

Sweet fragrance whiffing from them, filling the air with the fragrance.

Soon, the flowers will turn into red berries, longish and oval in shape.

Like berries with the holly. :)

Saturday, 11 December 2010

@Zion Road food centre

Dessert. Ice kachang. Sea coconut and logan.

Yummy yum.

The tail end of a meal of char kway teow, oyster egg omelette and other fried stuff!

@Ghim Moh food centre

Soy sauce chicken, succulent and delicious :D

At airy Ghim Moh food centre!

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

a local holiday - visit to a city

A trip to another city facing the waters.

Quiet in pre-lunch hour, but bustling as noon neared.

People busy shopping for Christmas, shopping for year-end.

Long queues at Daiso, but quick service.

Lunch at the "imperial" restaurant next door,

with its unusual seats and 小菜 (small dishes).

Downed with kopi and tea at ToastBox,

set in quaint old setting, old wood and a side magazine/sweet stall.

More exploring needed for this Vivocity!

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Promises

We don't promise you a rose garden. . . Just honest work. Requiring hard work, discipline, willingness to learn and do better. Basic courtesy to team and people.

Monday, 6 December 2010

The Little Ogrelet

In they entered, the small kingdom of the Ogress.
After probation, graduate they did into ogrelets.
In they entered, carefully chosen.
But foolproof, interviews were not.
For one little ogrelet, grew into T-Rex.
Temperamental and unpredicatable,
sweet to sweet young things,
loyal to those deemed buddies,
showing its claws at the slightest perception of threat.
The little T-Rex ogrelet,
temperamental and unpredictable,
ready to throw in the towel when unhappy.
Seeing bad vibes when mere discipline and responsibility is called for.
So unpleasant to work with,
shouting even at the Ogress.
A pain.
Squeezing work out of a stone.
An unnecessary strain.
T-Rex, the dinosaurs, the ogrelets, even the ogresses,
all extinct now.
Existing only in movies and shows.
If only they could be altered like in comic drawings.

Saturday, 4 December 2010

A Saturday Evening

A rainy morning. A rainy afternoon.

A calm evening, the skies clearing, leaving the cool air behind.

Sojourn to the Makansutra Gluttons Corner next to the Esplanade.

Not so elegant a name, but food's good, if one can find a seat.

Satay, reminiscent of Queen Elizabeth Walk days.

Crispy chicken wings, Hokkien mee and

the ice kachang with 3 attap chee.

Satisfied us.

Rounding up the meal with a stroll.

To the sound of the music from the marina waterfront.

Favourite Kway Chap

Kway Chap, the favourite one at Pasir Panjang.

The familiar old coffee shop, the familiar people, the friendly Hi.

Everything's the same as before.

Yet not the same ...

Friday, 3 December 2010

threesome

Time off, time out together, a threesome.

Some shopping, some window shopping.

Ending with lunch, as usual.

Good Japanese fare, in the food junction,

at reasonable price.

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Empty, Churlish Showmanship

Experts they are, always,
they profess.
Loud,
in more ways than one.
Words, grand-sounding ones.
If dissected, crumble they would,
like a pack of cards.
Laughter,
brimmith over with self-importance,
churlish in self-centredness.
Showmanship,
so impressive-sounding.
As they say about pudding,
the test is in the eating.
Where, where art thou, Discerning?
Why, why have thou deserted the reasonable?

Fruits Limited

Tis Thanksgiving.
Time for the fruit baskets for the farmers.
With eagerness they awaited.
Finally the trucks came ...
Out flew one basket for Farmer See.
Round and round he looked, lest he missed the others.
Nay, one basket only. Confirmed.
With a sigh, he picked up the fruit basket.
One fruit basket.
For a bountiful harvest,
painstakingly ploughed and nurtured,
without empty showmanship.
Straightening his shoulders, he put on a smile.
Even with one fruit basket,
delicious meals could be prepared for everyone on board.

Sunday, 28 November 2010

Rose Garden

My mini rose garden,

not really a garden.

A few pots growing. Green leaves and roses beyond expectation.

Roses pink and orange, blooming and giving cheer.

Small it may be, a mere patch it may be,

still a rose garden in my heart.

Flower in Pink

Flower in Pink, Deep Pink.

Pretty it stands, with its fellow flower.

Ephemeral beauty and freshness,

savour and appreciate while it's there.

For too soon, it will pass,

and the petals will droop and lie, listless.

Saturday, 27 November 2010

Meagre Helpings

Duck meat in stone pot, the only dish that looked abundant.

The rest, anoerexic-looking dishes,

a pale reality from the sumptious-looking dishes in the menu.

A letdown that I forgot, and returned to again.

This branch I must remember to take note of.

Friday, 26 November 2010

Wantan and shrimp dumplings

Delicious wantan noodle, they say. And off we ventured to try. Slippery floor, limited seats, hot air blowing in the humid weather ... but the food's good.

Sunny Friday

What a sunny day today!

The Sun's up, the flowers are blooming,

and everyone's home! :)

Oh what a beautiful morning,

everyone's back at home!

Pre-dawn Tea

Killiney tea at T3.

Monday, 22 November 2010

A small helping

Chocolate mousse, a dessert. In small helping it came. Small but compact and filling.

Saturday, 20 November 2010

Sampling Cuisine

Food, cuisine in its humble form - in the hawkers' centres.

Thick kambing soup with bread, downed with bitter-gourd juice,

sweetened with sweetcorn ice kachang!

Yummy, yum!

Happily Ever After

For those who had swooned over the late Princess Di's wedding dress, bought magazines of her pictures, including that of her holding baby Prince William. Best wishes to the new couple and may there be real happy ever after.

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Kate Middleton's obstacle course
The long, long route to Buckingham is fraught with conservative clothes and paranoid princes


Updated 11:36 AM Nov 20, 2010 Sat (with thanks to TODAY)
by Tina Brown

No one has put in harder training to become a royal bride than the glossy-haired Kate Middleton. The eight-year wait has been fraught with tests she had to pass.

First, discretion. Prince William's smiling hostility toward the press is his non-negotiable core value. I am told he is so protective of his privacy he has been known to plant false tips with friends he distrusts and watch the media to see if they play out.

William went ballistic at Christmas last year, when he suspected that Kate might have been aware that the tabloid snapper Niraj Tanna was lurking near a tennis court where she was playing on the Duchy of Cornwall estate - and that she graced the interloper with a camera-ready smile.

Even her family has kept mum, with no unruly relatives going rogue. The only telltale sign of possible impending nuptials has been the sudden suspicious determination of Kate's mother, Carole Middleton, to shed poundage on a prawn and cottage cheese diet.

Second, virtue. The delicate issue of premarital experience has been managed by Kate with quiet dexterity. Her one known boyfriend before William at university, 22-year-old gifted cricketer Rupert Finch, never talked.

Thirty years ago, Prince Charles had to go as young as 19 to find, in Lady Diana Spencer, something almost extinct in post-feminist times: A girl with a history and no past. But Diana's shy virginity concealed a time bomb: Her wounded, insatiable need for love.

There is nothing wounded about Kate. She's from wholesome middle-class stock. She's great ballast for William who, beneath his royal aplomb, is wounded too. She's mastered the art of being what seems a contradiction in terms - appropriately edgy; the odd flash of midriff or nocturnal thigh in a too-short skirt for a nightclub excursion, sexy but solid; middlebrow, not elitist.

The only controversial thing she has ever done is wear a sequined top and hot pants and take a spill with her legs in the air at a Day-Glo Midnight Roller Disco charity event in London, for which she did about two years' penance.

In the couple's wedding interview, you could see the outline of their successful dynamic. William said that he tried to impress Kate with his cooking, but the food would start burning and "Kate would come to the rescue and take charge".

Third, patience. It's taken close to a decade to reel William in. Kate has had to endure the ridicule of being Waity Katie even among the royals themselves.

"They have been practising long enough," Prince Charles said heartily at Poundbury, his model village in Devon, where he was when the news broke.

"It's brilliant news. It has taken them a very long time," commented Queen Elizabeth, who, in her business-like way had tried to get this over and done with last June before the impending calendar crush of Prince Philip's 90th birthday, her Diamond Jubilee and the 2012 Olympics.

ON TO THE SLOW LIFE

In order not to fuel rumours as the perpetual princess in waiting, Kate rarely emerged with William in public of late unless it was one of those innumerable country weddings of all the mutual friends.

What could she possibly have been doing all those years of trying to look busy? As she put it in the engagement interview, "working really hard" at the family business that sells children's toys and paraphernalia based in Ashampstead, near their home in Berkshire in southern England.

Now that she's engaged to be married to the second in line to the throne, her life is about to get more boring still. The palace machine will take over. The portcullis will come down.

William is a Royal Air Force search-and-rescue helicopter pilot at RAF Valley on the Isle of Anglesey, off the northwest coast of Wales, and the happy couple will live in a remote farmhouse in North Wales, where there is 840mm of rain a year. There she can tend to the urgent priority of royal wife, the speedy manufacture of the heir and the spare.

But that's "appropriate" too. In the dire mood of the upcoming austerity cuts, England needs the joy of a royal wedding as badly as it did 30 years ago, when we watched enthralled as Charles and Di tied the knot. But she needs it on a budget.

The fact that Kate's a "commoner" is suddenly a public-relations boon for the royals. With an Old Etonian Prime Minister and a savage round of economic cutbacks, a pedigreed royal bride would be a hard message to sell to a grumpy press and Parliament.

Now all the royals have to do is make the wedding of the year look thrifty - perhaps the Guards' Chapel, where William and Harry held a service to mark the 10th anniversary of their mother's death, instead of Westminster Abbey? - and preferably green.

Most important, Kate's perseverance and resilience has persuaded the Queen that her future granddaughter-in-law is nothing at all like Her, like Diana, the golden-haired Rebecca of the Royal House of Windsor.

When William chose to bestow on Kate his mother's 18-carat oval blue sapphire-and-diamond engagement ring, it was not only a token of love but a thrilling gesture of confident daring. After Diana's death in 1997, the 15-year-old prince told his father that he wanted the ring for his future engagement.

He said on Tuesday that the ring represented a time when his parents were happy.

Now, after all the years the royal establishment has spent trying to erase that magical disruption known as Diana, England's future king showed the world in the strongest, most personal way he knew how that he was determined to bring his mother back. THE DAILY BEAST


The writer is the founder and editor-in-chief of The Daily Beast. She is the author of the 2007 New York Times bestseller The Diana Chronicles and the former editor of Tatler, Vanity Fair, The New Yorker and Talk magazines, as well as host of CNBC's Topic A With Tina Brown.


A delicious prata breakfast

Friday, 19 November 2010

The Can-Do Spirit in sports

That's the can-do spirit of Singapore!

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Tao Li roars for Singapore
Swimmer wins country's first 2010 Asian Games gold
05:55 AM Nov 19, 2010
by Tan Yo-Hinn (with thanks to TODAY )

GUANGZHOU - Tao Li became only the second woman swimmer outside of China to win gold last night, when the Singapore speed merchant stormed to first place in the 50m butterfly at the 16th Asian Games.

The 20-year-old ended the Republic's wait for its first gold medal at the Games with a new national record of 26.10sec at the Aoti Aquatics Centre.

Japan's Yuka Kato took silver (26.27) and China's Lu Ying claimed the bronze (26.29). Tao Li's big rival, 19-year-old Jiao Liuyang, could only manage to come in fourth (26.55), ending the Chinese swimmer's dream of a hat-trick of butterfly golds, after her wins in the 100m and 200m.

Jiao's claim after the Chinese National Championships in April that she had no challengers on the continent had come home to roost, according to Tao Li.

"She said she has no rivals in Asia, so that was a motivation for me. When I saw there was so much media coverage on her, it spurred me even further," the Singapore star said, after the race.

Singapore Sports School graduate Tao Li had already lowered her previous national mark of 26.64 when she clocked 26.52 in the morning heats, and she was clearly pumped up to defend the gold medal she won at the 2006 Asian Games in Doha.

When it was her turn to be introduced to the 3,000-odd crowd inside the Aoti Aquatics Centre last night, the Auckland University of Technology student made an "I'm-watching-you" gesture to the television camera, before raising both fists to salute the crowd and more than 50 Singapore fans in the stands, including her team-mates, coaches and parents.

Starting in lane 5, her reaction time at the bell was 0.71sec, similar to Lu and Jiao, who flanked her in lanes 4 and 6, respectively. Rising out of the water last of the trio, Tao Li's trademark kicking power propelled her forward and by the 25m mark, she was in the lead and no one was going to catch her.

It is her second Games medal, after her silver in the 100m fly on Saturday, and is another stepping stone in her quest to win a medal at the 2012 London Olympics.
For now, though, she indulged a little, saying cheekily after her race: "After this result, I don't think I have any rivals in Asia."

URL http://www.todayonline.com/Hotnews/EDC101119-0000124/Tao-Li-roars-for-Singapore

Thursday, 18 November 2010

Bananas, bananas

Bananas, fat and succulent,

the draw for squirrels in the neighbourhood.

Bananas, sweet and succulent,

growing from little green lumps to rows of bananas,

hanging temptingly on the tree.

Bananas, finally ripened,

ready for us to eat!

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Quit Ditch in process

Yes, indeed, breakingup is hard to do. Especially when it marked a phase in your kids' adolescence. In a way, we grew up with them too. Yes, we need closure indeed - which won't come till July next year.

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Breaking up is hard to do
Denial, heartbreak and wizardry - a writer deals with the impending end of her decade-long relationship with Harry Potter


05:55 AM Nov 17, 2010 Wed (with thanks to TODAY)
by Genevieve Loh


HE WAS a cute-as-a-button 11-year-old boy with a lightning bolt scar and dorky round glasses, completely unaware of his extraordinary supernatural prowess and about to find himself enrolled in the prestigious and charmed Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry.

I was a 21-year-old magically challenged girl with frizzy hair, about to leave university (and England), completely unaware of what I was going to do for the rest of my life.

You could say Harry Potter and I were at poignant key points in our lives.

Our first encounter was at Leicester Square's Odeon cinema in 2001: He, up on the big screen waving his wand; me, in an incredibly pricy cinema seat (do you know how much it costs to watch movies in British pounds?), enthralled and wondering why the heck I hadn't read a single one of J K Rowling's bestselling books about her boy-wizard and his bewitching world before.

And so began our magical celluloid relationship. It was a whirlwind world of spells, dragons, and a baddie who shall not be named, with serious cred thanks to a revolving door of British thesps, including Richard Harris, Emma Thompson, Gary Oldman, Alan Rickman and Ralph Fiennes.

Oh, we've had our ups (1st and 3rd instalments) and our downs (the 4th instalment) like every relationship, but it's been one of incredible silver-screen longevity. Alas, after seven bestselling books and the full bloom of one of the most successful film franchises of all time - it has made a reported US$5.4 billion ($7 billion) worldwide and counting - Harry Potter and I are breaking up.

Yes, it's official; and, no, it's not going to be easy. We have to call it a day not because we want to, but simply because we have to.

Today marks the Singapore opening of Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows: Part 1, the big brouhaha finale to a juggernaut series. Come July 2011, it'll be time for Part 2 and then it'll be all over. Rowling's done with Harry. At least for now. "It has been the worst break-up of my life - far worse than splitting up with any man," she reportedly said back in 2008.

Uh oh. If the creator can't take it, what's a mere muggle to do? Best to start saying goodbyes now. Plus, like the old adage goes, I'm not just going to be breaking up with him, but with his friends as well. It's so not going to be pretty.

It's not you, it's me

So as I found myself sitting in a suite at the Claridges hotel, waiting for Harry (Daniel Radcliffe), Hermione (Emma Watson) and Ron (Rupert Grint) to come and speak to me one by one, just two days before their big world premiere in Leicester Square, I took a deep breath and braced myself. It had to be a face-to-face break-up. No cruel text messages or pathetic post-its were going to cut it.

"Hello! How are you doing?" a bright-eyed and bushy tailed Radcliffe chimed, practically bouncing into the room. My heart sank. It was going to be harder than I thought.

I chose my words carefully and asked him easy questions, like how a decade of playing Harry Potter had shaped him as a person. You know, to ease him in.

He explained that having come from private schools and a "very white, middle-class sort of place", being suddenly plunged into an industry filled with people from every conceivable background had broadened his world view. "Having been exposed to that has made me more rounded a person than I would have ever been," said the 21-year-old.

"And in terms of moving on, that sort of sets you up for life, you know? Having that grounding in reality and not thinking that everybody you'll ever meet is white and privileged," he continued, smiling. "Working on Harry Potter has also given me a tremendous work ethic."

There it was. The words "moving on". He was way more ready to move on than I was.

He went on to describe how he dived into working on his next film, the gothic-horror flick The Woman In Black, just a few months after shooting both Deathly Hallows movies. "I'm playing a father and a widower," said Daniel. "So kind of two things which I don't have direct experience of - although I absolutely love kids. I think they're just amazing and can't wait to have some …"

"But I will have to wait, of course!" he added, with a laugh.

Great, he's already talking kids with another film. Am I the only one suffering the impending loss of our 10-year relationship? I start to fish. What's the one thing he'll miss about being Harry?

"Being an actor in a franchise like this, you get to do stuff that other actors never get to do," he answered. "For instance, you get to, as I did in the sixth film, break the surface of the water surrounded by a ring of fire. I could act for another 100 years and I would never get to do that again. I also got to slide down a roof in Potter 4 ... I'm going to miss a lot and it is quite sad."

Now we were getting somewhere.

"But you know, I won't miss Quidditch at all! That's one thing I absolutely can say goodbye to. Quite happy!"
Wrong answer. He should have said: "Being able to meet lovely Asian journalists from Singapore like you, Sweetheart." Bugger.

We can still be friends, can't we?

Emma Watson, on the other hand, seemed as broken up as I am. Thank goodness for girls.

The 20-year-old Burberry model told me the hardest thing to say goodbye to was the comfort and the stability of knowing who she was going to see every day, what she was going to be doing, and knowing that character inside and out.

"I think the boys were slightly more in denial whereas I was trying desperately to make myself feel it," she said when I asked about filming their last ever scene as a trio.

"I know it sounds weird, but I wanted closure. I wanted to really feel like I'd completed it. I was really worried I was going to walk away from the set, not really realising it and be like, 'Oh yeah, I'll be back again.' And then it hits me in, like, a year on or something.

"No, I really needed to process that this was the last time I'd be there and the last time I was filming this. So that I am fully able to move on in my life. Do you know what I mean?"

Yes, Emma, I totally know what you mean. Why do boys have to be such ... boys about these things?

She did, however, confess that the one thing she won't miss is the fact that it "consumed my entire existence".

"Trying to have a life beyond it was such a struggle," said the Brown University undergraduate. "You know, trying to have time to take exams or go to school or see my friends or just be anything other than Hermione was a real battle."

So do you think you know Hermione better than you know Emma, I asked, rather personally.

"Actually, yes, I think I do," she answered, thoughtfully. "I definitely do. I wish I knew Emma as well as I knew Hermione. It's just nice to have time to figure out now who I am. I spent all of my life figuring who this character was and is, and playing her and being her. I hadn't had much time to be Emma."

Mr Grint, on the other hand, didn't seem to be as introspective as Ms Watson.

When I asked what he would miss most about leaving the series, he answered: "Probably my dressing room. It was a really good room. It was kind of the biggest one and it had table tennis."

I made a mental note to drown my sorrows with a whole lot of room service later. I was alone in my despair.

"I wasn't expecting to really be that affected by it, to be honest. I always kind of felt that it was never really going to be the end," he continued, after I pressed on. "But, yes, I didn't really quite prepare myself for how emotional it was going to get. The realisation of not ever coming here again just felt really final and a bit overwhelming after we shot the final scene."

"This has kind of been our childhood, and we've kind of grown up with these people and this world," confided the 22-year-old ginger. "I am definitely going to miss it. But I am kind of ready to move on and do new things."
Sigh. Looks like there's no better time to move on than now. Breaking up is indeed hard to do - for wizards, witches and muggles alike.


Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows: Part 1 opened in cinemas on 17 Nov.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Thinking of . . .

Heavy rain. Long queues. Thinking of the lunchtime dessert . . . Chocolate lava cake . With ice cream . . .

Raintime

Heavy rain . Many people. Thinking of the lunch time dessert . . . Orange tiramisu . . .

Saturday, 13 November 2010

One Pink Rose

One rose, in pale pink,

flowering unexpectedly.

Growing from tiny bud to bloom with its soft petals unfurled,

sheltered from the harsh sunlight

by the huge leaves of the friendly plant yonder.

One rose, in pale pink,

so elegantly fragile it looks among the greenery.

Like Sleeping Beauty in the castle,

protected by a forest of thorns.

Burong kaka dua


Surprise visitors to the garden.
Two birds with long tails, never seen before.
Partaking of the nutrients in the garden. More worms?
"Ka ka" birds they seemed to be.
Reminding us of the song "Burong kaka dua".

But off they flew before we could say hello,
or burst into song.

Katong Laksa in Queensway

An ecosystem of food stalls, huddled together in the centre, of the the old Queensway Shopping Centre. The aroma of laksa beckoned. Katong Laksa, with "ham". Delicious though in small portions.