Category Archives: Childhood Stories

Garlic

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A lovely head of garlic..

Love it or hate it, minced garlic is an important ingredient in chinese stirfry.

When I was a kid, my mother would give me the important task of mincing garlic.. It was an easy task, and I enjoyed doing it.. The simple task made feel useful in the kitchen.

While mincing the garlic, I would drift into my daydreams… Thankfully, there were no injuries before dinnertime. 😉

Ps: I don’t like the smell on my hands. If only there is a way to get rid of it.

Origami Cranes..

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While I was at Art Stage, I chanced upon these little origami cranes.

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How tiny and delicate they looked! Each crane was smaller than my foot.. Here’s my best attempt in taking a group shot with them. 🙂

Seeing these sculptures reminded me of a scene in an old Hongkong drama, which I used to watch as a kid.

The supporting actor was in a coma.. Desperate and sick with worry, his girlfriend made a thousand origami cranes, hoping they will waken him from the coma. As she folded the cranes, she would assembled the birds with a string.

By the time she was folding the 999th crane, the hospital room was filled with colorful cranes on strings.. It was such a touching sight. I was hoping to see the supporting actor wake up and reunite with his girlfriend, but unfortunately, it didn’t happen.

The scene got stuck in my head, because there was no happy ending.. As a kid, I always thought good things will happen to good people… and there will always be a happy ending in life. It made me realize shit happens to good people too.

That was a rude awakening.. my first dose of reality.

Think good thoughts

The vibrant sparkles caught my attention.

I walked over to see what it was..

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The lady in gold whispered, ” Think good thoughts.”

When I saw this sculpture, I was reminded of the quote from Roald Dahl..

“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

Late night flower shopping…

On the eve of Chinese new year, there will be mega sales at the nurseries (near my parents place). After dinner, the family would go there for last-minute flower shopping.

This year, I got the opportunity to go shopping with Blueberry, my mother and sister. How fun it was!

Looking at these pictures bring back vivid memories.

How I miss being a kid! I remember wanting to grow up quickly, but now I wish I didn’t grow up that fast.. haha.

I’m glad to share this Blueberry.. now, I hope someday I will be able to share this my children too.

Ps: This photos were taken in Feb 2015.. I saved them on my laptop and totally forgotten about them! I’m happy I got to share about them. 😀

Not those tiles!

If Cinderella cleaned my parent's bathroom, would she be able to clean it without breaking into song and dance?

If Cinderella cleaned my parent’s bathroom, would she be able to clean it without breaking into song and dance?

Washing the dishes

Vacuuming and mopping the floor

Doing the laundry

Dusting the surfaces

I’m fine with almost everything, except..

Scrubbing the entire bathroom!!

When I was a kid, my mother made me and my sisters clean the bathroom.. Every week, we would take turns to scrub it clean.

We had to scrub the mosaic wall tiles, floor tiles, basin and toilet. Although the bathroom was small, it took me 1.5 hours to finish my chore.

My weapon of choice... Coconut husk brushes! When you hold it, it feels like you are using a porcupine to wash those tiles. Not a user friendly tool, I'll say. Picture from the internet.

My weapon of choice… Coconut husk brushes!
When you hold it, it feels like you are using a porcupine to wash those tiles. Not a user friendly tool, I’ll say.
Picture from the internet.

It was time-consuming (and very painful!) to clean the wall and floor tiles, because the grout traps mold.

Doing menial tasks isn’t fun.. It makes it worse when you’re forced to do it.

I hated mosaic tiles and coconut husk brushes ever since.

Raspberry Ripple.. and how I got my name..

When I was a kid, I liked going to the supermarket with my parents.

The pampered little me preferred going to the supermarket, because the environment was cleaner (compared to the wet markets) and the place was air-conditioned! My family didn’t own an ac back then; we loved shopping and enjoying the cold air there.

Going to the supermarket also means.. There might be a chance my parents would buy a tub of ice-cream!

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Although there were a few flavors to choose from, my parents often bought Raspberry Ripple.

Long before gourmet ice-cream came to Singapore, the supermarket was dominated by local brands such as, Magnolia, Kings, Walls.. etc.

Long before gourmet ice-cream came to Singapore, the supermarket was dominated by local brands such as, Magnolia, Kings, Walls.. etc.

It’s ripples of raspberry jam on plain vanilla ice-cream.. simple stuff, yet it tasted heavenly.

I’m not sure if everyone in the family loved it, but I’m very sure I loved it! In fact, I ate it 3 times a day! Heehee.

Those were the days my waistline was more forgiving. Sigh!

How my nickname came from...

How my nickname came from…

My love for Raspberry Ripple was also the reason why I decided to call myself Raspberry. 🙂

As different products enter the Singapore market, I hope this flavor will continue to sell well. I would be devastated, if one day(for whatever reason) it’s no longer sold.

Since Raspberry Ripple is still in stores, let me take the chance to say this..

“Hi, my name is Raspberry and I love to eat Raspberry Ripple ice-cream.. Thank you for visiting my blog, Raspberry Daydreams!” 🙂

A taste of childhood..

Rainbow Paddle Pop ice-cream is my favourite childhood snack.

Rainbow Paddle Pop

Rainbow Paddle Pop

It is a milk based rainbow coloured ice-cream.

Come to think about it, this ice-cream doesn’t taste (quite) like anything.

I wonder why I liked it so much.. Perhaps it the sweet taste and the myriad of colours. 🙂

After school, I would make a detour to the convenience store near my home for it.

It was my reward for doing well in a test.. my comforter on bad days.. and a delicious treat to cool off on hot days.

Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy ice-cream. 🙂

Late Afternoon Sunshine

The late afternoon sunshine. Standing here at the lobby of my parent's place(also the place where I go up), I can't help feeling nostalgic.

The late afternoon sunshine.
Standing here at the lobby of my parent’s place(also the place where I go up), I can’t help feeling nostalgic.

5 to 6pm…

The sun starts to set.

While growing up, I love laying in my bed to admire the golden sunshine.

Glorious rays of sunshine flooded into my bedroom, creating ethereal moments.

I remember those times where I laid there on my mattress.. wind blowing through the window, playing with strands of my hair.. symphony of stir-fry cooking resounding in the neighbourhood, as housewives and domestic helpers prepare dinner.. and the sound of flapping wings, as flock of birds fly home.

The world outside was preparing for the end of the day, but I was under the covers doing nothing.. It didn’t matter, because I felt safe and warm.

The golden sunshine made me happy inside. 🙂

When I had a bad day, it made my troubles disappear for a while.. Until the bluish hues of dusk starts appearing. It was still a good thing, even though it lasted for an hour.

Late afternoons felt so wonderful and perfect.

One way ticket to the Moon..

There are more important things in life like my family and friendships.

There are more important things in life-like my family and friendships.

Those nosy relatives.. ew.

Everything they ask or do disgusts me.

Even when they try to make small talk, it irks the hell out of me.

When I was a kid, there were alot of competition amongst the relatives. It was always about whose kid got the best grades in class or whose kid got into the best school.

“How many As did you score in your exam?”

“Are you in the best class?”

“Which school are you in?” 

These questions are examples of what the nosy parkers would ask.. URGH. I hated the questions! It did nothing for me, except to nurture my dislike for these idiots.

Aiyo, growing up was stressful.. Didn’t help when my parents were easily affected by the ongoing competition. Sigh.

Now that I’ve grown up, it’s time to let bygones be bygones. Perhaps I should do something nice for them, to bury the hatchet.

Sending them on a one way trip to the Moon would be perfect. 🙂

My First Encounter with a Cricket..

I'm enjoying a can of Kirin Beer and a good piece of chocolate now.. my mind is relaxed and my heart filled with good courage. That's what beer and chocolate can do to me. :)

I’m enjoying a can of Kirin Beer and a good piece of chocolate now.. my mind is relaxed and my heart filled with good courage.
That’s what beer and chocolate can do to me. 🙂

When I was a 4-5 years old, my father kept many birds (mainly songbirds) as pets.

These birds eat bird feed.. But once a while, my father would feed them treats.

The treats were live crickets (eww!), which are available from the local bird shop.. My father would bring these “treats” home and keep them in a small, plastic tank.

One fine day, my father decided to introduce me to the crickets.

It was my first time seeing a cricket.

I was so happy, excited and nervous that I squealed aloud…

“KA-KEEE!!!”

My father and my elder sister laughed so hard at my reaction.. Since that day, Ka-kee got stuck in the family. 😛

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Ka-Kee is a sound produced when one is delighted and excited.

For example: “Look at this cute pillow! Ka-kee!

or, “This smells so wonderful. Ka-kee!

It might seem silly, but I guess that’s the way it is. 🙂

That’s all folks, have a wonderful day ahead.