Gettin' Piggy With It (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

If I had been bugged the last few days, this probably would be what you'd hear.

munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch

googoogaagaa aboodoodoo how? how?

munch munch munch munch

snore...

[repeat]

[and keep repeating for about four days]


Daniece likes to point.

She points here, there, everywhere, and at almost everything. The princess wants, the princess demands!

Or maybe she's seen too much of that Sophie Ellis Bextor music video...

I want that one!

Here's a secret to staying young.

Don't get married.

Ancient Chinese customs say he (or she) who is not married is still a child. Being considered a child, of course, has its perks, especially during the Chinese New Year. After all, it is the time when all unmarried people are eligible. I meant for receiving ang pows la!


However...

The ang pows you get will also likely come from a pile of generic kid's ang pow, ie. one that is filled with one dollar notes. Probably not many of those in each packet, either. And all that, after having to listen to the "You must get married" talk - not because they have your best interests at heart, not because they expect you to carry on the family name and honour thy ancestors, but simply because "I don't want to give you any more ang pow next year!".

Also, as I found out, many people have no qualms about squashing centuries of culture and tradition, when they realise you're not about to get married any time soon (or any time at all). And your brother's had a baby, meaning the next generation has arrived. I know it's only the fourth day of new year but seriously, IS THAT ALL I'M GETTING???


But there is more than one way to be prosperous.

Unfortunately, I've headed down the Miraculously Expanding Waistline Way. Well, it is the Year of the Pig, and we have to honour the patron animal of the year...


So I made an offering.

I meant besides my sanity, my stomach and my soul.

Really.

I made a Peanut Butter Cheesecake to share with everyone. Yes, I do know how to spread some sin around. This was the second time I tried doing this and I thought it turned out better than the first. At least it tasted like cheese this time, and not just peanut butter.

Turned out everyone in my family would have preferred it to taste of less cheese and more peanut butter. Still, everyone loved it. Despite not having seconds. Especially when they heard that a big part of it was condensed milk.

Sin sin sin. Now served on a flowery porcelain plate.

I am officially fat now.


So why am I here blogging?

That means I'm sitting. Worse, I'm SNACKING! Heaven forbid!

I should be in the gym! Like, right now!

Oh wait... I haven't had my dinner. Maybe tomorrow then...