Maria is Marie

Posted: 6th April 2011 by ibrogtoo in just about anything

The though of Marie biscuits brought great nostalgic memory for me. I grew up eating this biscuits and consider this something calming, homely and I never outgrew it, till now. In the early years when I was a toddler, I’d have them dunked in Milk or Milo. This is very much a part of our morning breakfast, afternoon tea or even on days when my tummy growls in the night. It is comfort food for me. And I suppose this is considered the equivalent to the Oreo cookies kids nowadays eat, dunk in their milk or other beverages.

As I grew up into a young adult, living away from home studying in a neighbouring country, I’d still be buying Marie biscuits, mostly under the Khong Guan brand and sometimes Lee brandings. The former tastes somehow better and I liked the small maries they have as you can popped them conveniently after just one dunk.

But as I grow older, I now find them a little sweet for my liking, either they have changed in their recipe or my taste buds have changed, over the years. Two months ago, I saw another brand from NTUC supermarket, selling the same type of biscuits, Maria – as it is called originally. Oh well, guess since this one I bought come from the country of Portugal, it is only right that they use the real name closer to home.. And when I did some research on Marie and Maria biscuits, almost every country in Europe and other nearby continents have their own versions, different brands by different biscuit manufacturers and mostly all similar ingredients, perhaps just very little adjustment in taste.

Why the name Maria
The name of the Maria biscuits came about at the time of a celebrity wedding of the Grand Duchess Maria of Russa to the Duke of Edinburgh.
(originally baked in a small bakery in England, then produced in large quantities in Spain in the 20th Century). Surplus of Maria biscuits were served in Spain in conjunction to the recovery of Spain’s shortage of wheat at that time. If you want to check out the many types of Maria biscuits available, this page has a review on them! Astonishing!

And the verdict for this Maria biscuits I bought – Excellent. It was really crispy, very good, actually. Each bite was fragrant and definitely not as sweet and milky as the Khong Guan brand. It is now my favourite Marie. But I am not sure if this particular brand of biscuits will be around since NTUC is the only one carrying this particular brand and they are now sourcing other food products to widen their food availability.

And when this product was on a special offer price of 2 packs for less than $6, I grabbed it immediately. Each pack comes in 4 individual rolls, very value for money indeed. And it has become my stable food for breakfast for the past weeks.

Pssst pssst psssst post

Posted: 15th March 2011 by ibrogtoo in must be kids again

Psst psst pssst pssst  psst psst psssssst
Psst psst pssst pssst  psst psst psssssst
Psst psst pssst pssst  psst psst psssssst
Psst psst pssst pssst  psst psst psssssst…

This went on for the past week, at home. While in the shower this afternoon, I heard it again. Finally, I asked Lea, my youngest. …”Hey.. what was that all about? All that psssstss psssstsss…”

L: “MOM, you mean you didn’t know? I have been whistling so many days already!”

Mom: “Oh! errr… ummm.. guess mommy had been pretty busy this week.. I didn’t notice.. my ears are still ringing from all that construction near my work place…”

L:  “aiyo… so did you know what tune I was whistling too?”

Mom:  “err… ummm… errr… so what tune.. it sounded too familiar .. mommy is bad with music titles…care to tell me.?”

L:  “aiyo… twinkle twinkle little star LAH!”

then my little one went downstairs and started whistling again… psssst psssst.

So. Guess this is the time when your kids start to grow up and they learn things. Frankly, I myself can’t whistle a tune! Ok, not just a tune but I can’t whistle but I can psssst like her. AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT THAT IS NOT A WHISTLE. but this girl of mine.. guess she is more ambitious than me. And, I guess it won’t hurt to listen to this loo shrills sound now till she knows how to whistle for real, eh.

By then, I’d probably have to deal with growing up troubles and shouting match if she does whistle at all.

So, is it still a bad thing for girls to whistle, if they do?

Mixed Media

Posted: 24th February 2011 by ibrogtoo in must be kids again

What would you do if you find your Little Artist at work again? Well, this time my little one not just did some artwork on paper, she started to do her ‘artistic creations’ using mixed media, on other media. As much as I want to reprimand her, sometimes I think that it might just stifle her creativity. So, Mummy actually let her imagination grow (until it gets out of hand)

Mixed Media, it is. How I discovered art in my room.


1. I found shreds of paper on my bedroom floor.


2. I found a torn piece of plastic on my bedroom flour, near my wardrobe.


3. I found my personal stuffs missing from my stack of neatly packed and stored drawer. Do you know what are those? *hint: things women use on their monthly cycle..*


4. When I open my wardrobe, I found artwork pasted on both sides of the mirror. They were of houses and smoke coming out from a chimney. Not drawn, but they were white pieces of stuff, dipped in water, damped then pasted to form the illustrations.

What do you think are those white pieces of paper? Some actually can be stuck on in adhesive tape too.

Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn You

Posted: 14th February 2011 by ibrogtoo in brogging

Word: Pest.
Definition: Person or thing that presents problem.
Emotion: Horrible Incorrigible Pests. Puke. Hate. Wicked. Anger. Pain in the A**

Pests.
It’s a noun that becomes an ever-growing ‘adjective’.

Do you have one at home?
I have. Kids and Pests. I have kids that brought about pests into my car.

My kids – they have Super-Duper *Mom have not outgrown Barney even though the kids have* Power to drop food crumbs/grains or pest breeding meal into my car. I now have pests in the car. These happen even after I have banned eating for a while. Maybe they are breeding? Is there a colony somewhere I don’t know? *shudders*

Who am I
I’m the wicked mom whose even more wicked mom used to make my sis and I squat over a longkang (drain) when eating ice creams or some crumb dropping ‘food product’. The only thing I don’t have now is, a longkang in my home. So, I make my kids squat over a wastepaper plastic bin. BUT, in the car I do not have a longkang either. And I do not have the luxury of ‘space’ to place a waste paper plastic bin. DON’T LAUGH. I WOULD, REALLY. I can’t stop my kids from eating in the car because sometimes we are late for some of their school class/enrichment/whatever. I ALSO CANNOT DEPRIVE THEM OFF FOOD BECAUSE IT WILL ESCALATE INTO SOMETHING SERIOUS. NOISY HUNGRY ANGRY KIDS CAN BE DESTRUCTIVE. ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM DRIVING.

No matter how careful my hungry kids are, those invisible *NO-I-DIDN’T-DROP-THEM* grains attract pesky roaches. Not the big large ones. These are tiny ones that only comes out in the still of the night when everyone is sound asleep and when the car is not in motion. Sometimes, they do creep out in your presence but they are Super-Duper *YES, BARNEY AGAIN*  fast. *slap slap slap* Miss them again and again.

They have their Super-Duper buffet meal then.

Yesterday, I decided to do something about it.

In case you’re wondering, no. I didn’t get those aerosol sprays for the car. I also didn’t get those roach kits that let them carry stuff to wherever spot and kills the whole colony thingy. Sprays are toxic, smelly and I hate to think that I have to spray them till my car is slightly damp and then leave the windows shut for hours before I can drive. I do not want that layer of ‘slime’ everywhere. I also didn’t like the idea that a colony of roach had eaten some bait brought in and stuck in their nest.  That meant, the pests died. IN MY CAR, in nooks and spaces I would not know exist. I do not want to breathe in air from Pesky Roach Graveyard. I want to terminate them, of course but I want them OUT of the car.

I bought this, PESKY ROACH. You watch out.

DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU.

It finally happenned in just a single night
Don’t say I didn’t warn you, without a fight

10 pesky roaches, 10 incorrigible sight
Triumph for me, death penalty for you

Don’t say I didn’t warn you first,
Don’t ever, ever, try to hide

Wriggling, struggling, trying very hard
To escape from the sticky gluey card

Alas, my pesky pests. I have found you.
Now, don’t say, I didn’t warn you first.

*wicked laughter*

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Posted: 4th February 2011 by ibrogtoo in brogging
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How to be a Hawker, My Way

Posted: 5th January 2011 by ibrogtoo in just about anything

Reading Sue’s comments when she tried to call up hospital for info in Pg and her grievances over the communication with them prompted me to write this. Her experience was similiar to talking to a hawker she said. I am quite sure I understand her point of view. I do agree hospital staffs should really train their staffs at least some basic English that is grammatically correct and proper phone etiquettes as they are considered the ‘ambassadors’ and image of the hospital they work in. 

Surely you don’t want a fish monger nor a butcher to perform an op for you in times of distress.. chop chop chop shoulder cut, tenderloin, leg of lamb or some cuts of a part of fish you cannot make out, or ask for meat tartar. no no no. you want something more define with fine workmanship and professionalism(even though it is reserved just in your face). something that after years of kegal ex that did injustice, you still can show off a nice c-section groovy line. and this dr fella must surely have passed his english exams and have written reasonable copies of thesis, reports and know about reading comphrehension and professional presentation. It must be from a reputable source of university, right? 

Speaking of hawkers..there is no justice to being a hawker. You either get condemned or you just get totally condemned. for good or for bad. People think you are a green horn if you speak the Queen’s English.. (coming from hawker community itself) it is about being stereotyped. i only know, don’t ask me why. I am the living example already.

It’s tough being a hawker, especially branding the packaging. I didn’t believe it initially but now i am learning the ropes. it takes time to fine-tune and understand THE hawker identity. It took me more than a decade to be involved in food business and management and a little more than a year to walk the walk and talk the talk being a hawker… I tell you arr. the latter is much harder than the former!  and i am still working on it. now we are not operating a cafe, restaurant and certainly not a fast food joint. don’t be foolish by trying make your hawker business into one. it will never work. People compare many other stuffs that are tied to it. There is a great difference. PR, packaging, marketing, hospitality, service… these things leaves a lot to be desired. there will be a negative impact.

I don’t have 101 ways of HOW TO BE LIKE A HAWKER, because i am not an old hand, YET. but i can share some experience with you. And i welcome new suggestions.

1. Don’t speak queen’s english. Speak engrish, singlish(sg english), manglish(m’sian engrish), inglish (indian engrish) and use more dialects. Alternatively can oso speak mandarin. Replace words containing Rs with Ls. (eg, say liulian, not durian. Say lambutan not rambutan. Say orleng, not orange) practise makes perfect.

2. Don’t wear freshly pressed polo Ts, nice khaki bermudas, adidas/nike sneakers and for goodness sake don’t hang a luxurious clean towel around your neck. you might get mistaken for being one of those active sport buffs who had just played golf, badminton, tennis, jogged or taken a walk/hike at the nature park/hill just a stones’ throw away. a few occasions i met acquaintances who thought i had just finished jogging and waiting to pack food at the (my) food stall. *gasp*

i don’t do that anymore. Instead wear extra large pasar malam age-old Ts with out of shape collars and wear Kloks, Flogs, Han Choo, King Kong, Akidas or whatever imitation brand of rubber shoes from China. Do NOT wear original Crocs, Crocodile, Adidas nor tags that says Just Do It, Brand with 3 Stripes. A bak chor mee stall i saw went into creative tag, he had a Just Do Eat tagline on his stall. That tagline creates lots of communication and also flak for good hawker business. Don’t forget to wear them WITH colourful socks for a good mismatch.

It takes time to fine tune this arty farty coordination. Take out your colour wheel from school and match non-complementary colours. Add a blob of chilly paste, oil stain or leave your white towel to yellow and mould then wash for an authentic effect of very used and very busy hawking work.

3. Do not ask ‘take away’ or ‘having here’ this is not fast-food. Ask ‘chiak’ or ‘pow’ say as loud as you can. This prevents ppl from making too many special requests (no taugeh, less oil, more salty, less salty, no chilly, little bit chilly, more noodle less beehoon..etc etc) 

4. Do not use too many ‘pleases’. Less eye contact. just go straight to the point. or you will have to kow tow thank you, welcome, my pleasure, tk q till your head reaches the ground when you collect the money and give the change. Just give them their food and take the money faster. Lots of plates to wash later ma.

 5. Do not bother to tell them too much info about operating hours, change of opening, bla bla. Direct them to your website if you have one. No need to pay for free advtsg. Tell them it’s all written up on the signboard. Act too busy, essential for a blooming biz. Ask them to check regularly for updates. If not, you might end up with ppl who ask you to cook assam laksa, curry mee, lor bak, otak otak, poh pneah, chneh hoo and you have to explain in great detail about operating costs, food costs, and other factors that do not equate to a profitable biz. 

 6. Leave a smile if necessary but not too much. Also do not bother to ask if the hawker had enough sleep cos very likely he hadn’t. And don’t comment that the hawkers look glum, unfriendly, fierce, angry, depressing, zombie-like, grim…etc. It’s all about PACKAGING AND IDENTITY..

hAPPY nEW yEAR

Posted: 1st January 2011 by ibrogtoo in just about anything

It is 2011, can’t believe it. So fast, time flies. Before I forget, just want to wish all a  Happy New Year 2011.

Wish for Peace, Blessings, Happiness, Joy and Love. Sounds like Christmas wishes? Then Merry Christmas too.

TGIF post

Posted: 10th December 2010 by ibrogtoo in brogging

It is almost weekend. Yesterday and today, we got up as early as 5am. We were at work before 6am as we wanted to catch the morning traffic. Perhaps this is a better idea then our previous plan to throughout the whole day and felt so lethargic and exhausted by the end of the day. Now we close our business for two and a half hours in the afternoon when it is non peak.

That means when I get to go leave work when the part timer comes in at late morning, I get to do marketing  for stuffs. I only go back to work about 5ish. That meant I had quality time with my kids. Also if things are more permanent this way, I may want to terminate their school bus since I would have time to pick them up right after school.

I had lots in my mind today. Wanted to get recipes for some cookies and cakes. But then when I got home, all I did was get on my computer and do some stuff like surfing and also downloading printer driver for DG.

Not Oblivious, No

Posted: 9th December 2010 by ibrogtoo in brogging

When you are facing some difficult situation, the world around you seemed like having a wonderful time, except you. You probably grief over things, get sensitive over everything you see. This is so opposite to being in love. Being in love means oblivious to everything around you. I wish I am in love, how wonderful the feeling would be.

Today, we decided to ‘retune’ our business operations to close in the afternoon. No point wasting time waiting for people in the afternoon and nodding off to sleep. I had put up signs and hope the customers will take it alright. 

There will be lots to do when it is not in operation. I get to spend time with my kids and tutor them in their weak subjects.  I also can do some preparation or even take a nap so I won’t feel so tired in the evenings and can wake up earlier in the mornings. And I can have lunch or cuppa with a friend too. Time is luxurious. I can continue reading my novels too.

Cleansing Ritual

Posted: 3rd December 2010 by ibrogtoo in brogging

What are these?

For you info, these are flowers bought over a week ago for a ritual. A cleansing ritual. Since young, I remember my mom used to put petals of flowers in 7 colours and some kaffir lime leaves in a pail of water. She would ask us to have a  final rinse after a shower with scoops of this water. It is supposed to cleanse away negative chi and bad luck or karma.

I decided to do a cleansing ritual because in a span of four months, Sydney was involved in two bumps. One is still being resolved whilst the second one was settled privately. I believe in such rituals, perhaps because I grew up in an environment where Buddhism and Taoist practises are very much part of our lifes.

I bought seven colours of flowers, kaffir lime leaves, a kaffir lime fruit from the local florist in the market. It didn’t cost a lot and I didn’t even bother with how much it cost. I just wanted to rid of any bad luck for Sydney, DG, myself and the children.

Choose any seven colours except white. I rinsed the flowers and tore the petals and place them in a clean pail of water. I cut the kaffir fruit in half, squeeze the juice in the water (at this point, the water smells so refreshing and inviting) and added the kaffir lime leaves. I divided them into 3 pails, one to be placed at the kids’ bathroom and another one in mine. A third pail is for Sydney. Of course I made sure I had her ‘shampooed’, vacummed and properly cleaned first before I brought her back for her blessing shower.

She was the first for the cleansing ritual. Mine was done in the afternoon and because there were excess water left in the pail after DG had his, I took a last one after work late at night. Double Dose of Blessing, I’m sure I could do with more luck.

I am starting to feel positively again. Oh, and I then went on to the Singapore Pools too.. lol