Yum yum...

... The longer I stare at this photo, the louder I hear the bacons sizzling, the egg yokes oozing and the juice of the tomatoes trickling. Even louder is the sound of Peifen's camera clicking away. Thanks to her I have this beautiful picture to share about our nice memory of our Brisbane experience. But also sad to say, good things don't last forever ( because they got gobbled up soon after this picture was taken).

Peifen is looking so sneaky. My guess is she must have stolen some tasty chocolate cupcakes from Mr Canele and is hiding them in her pockets.

Little Darlings' Grand Day Out

Perhaps some Singaporean moms would cringe at the sight of this. But I find it such a novel idea. We were filming Peifen buying bento in Tokyo when our camera caught this entourage of toddlers in a trolley. Don't you just feel like quickly grabbing one and run? Japanese tots remind me of cabbage patch dolls. Those puffy cheeks and beady eyes!

Tasteful Use of Red

Red is not an instantly likeable color. Love it or hate it, it just never fails to catch your attention. But use it appropriately, you get tasteful results (like this mailbox in Tokyo).

They Call It "Ice Stick"

Japanese have a strange way of calling things in English. But because their mistakes are often cute, you kinda forgive them. At least they have good taste and design aesthetics as an excuse. * I picked this up from a convenience store and but didn't get to taste it. Wished I did. Anyone's tried it before?

The Other Side

While the crew was filming the skateboard artists in their small and crowded studio, I took the chance to wander about the neighborhood. I also sat where Peifen is sitting in this picture and remember watching this friendly traffic control-officer holding his lollipop for the occasional folks crossing the streets even though there was hardly any traffic. The only vehicle that sort of constituted traffic was this middle-aged woman in a electronic wheelchair. Despite being wheelchair bound, the woman went about her business very effortlessly. I saw her leaving her house, rolling herself quietly across the street before entering a shop. In less than 10 minutes, she was out of there and on her way home. She even stopped for a moment to exchange a few words with the "lollipop" man. It was a simple neighborhood but it also felt so safe and comforting. http://www.harvest-re.com/index.html