Festive seasons are to me like stew. I love food. I love eating. But I am wary of stew. Things get thrown willy nilly into a large pot, stirred, cooked and cooked, and then poured out in a chunky, goopy, mass. The sound it makes when a scoop of the stuff hits the plate or bowl? Quite nauseating, like a soft belching blended and layered with thick, dull, stretched out staccato. I do not much like stew. And I do not much like festivities.

Regardless, it was a goodly Christmas and New Year over here for this Autistic Foodie Bunny, and I am beginning to learn how to actually enjoy these things.  Continue reading


Happy New Year!


2014 was a difficult year. The seed was planted by a Random Act of Kindness, which saw the Nightmare House Guest from the Deepest Bowels of Hell moving into my home, tunneling her way through the soft, gentle soil of my life-space with focused sociopathic purpose. The aftermath was horrific. My clean orderly surrounds turned into a sewer of filth and stink, and the atmosphere was filled with loud, screeching – the smelly lorikeet’s ear piercing cries by day, and its owner’s crass swearing by night. Yes, she would swear and scream at the bird for hours every night, while professing how much she loved her bird to everyone who had ears to hear, as well as on social media. The greatest tragedy of all that this woman brought about was that one innocent dog suffered immeasurable agony and lost a leg, a very decent charity was cheated of money that was raised online in their name (the woman pocketed the money), and my life was tossed into a rusty rickety wagon and set upon a crazy roller coaster track.

There were good things, wonderful things, in fact, that came from the grief, however, and 2014 will be for me a memory of juxtapositions. Conniving evil and gentle grace.

What initially was promised as a two week stay unfolded into months, when that woman refused to leave. We eventually had to move out in a hurry, to save myself from diving headlong into breakdown. At our new premises, we met new friends and good people who helped make our stay bearable, lent us support when we needed it, and at other times, they were just there, and that was clemency enough.

Winter turned into spring, and when the angry birds began to viciously attack Lucy every time we stepped outside our cramped little abode, and the resident Unhappy Door Slammer started to shake the very foundations of our gentle sonic sphere, I knew it was time to move on again. I yearned to be back in our old neighbourhood, I needed and wanted so very much to just get back on track with my work, but I did not believe it possible. Yet, grace prevailed, and a wonderful friend provided the wisdom, advice, and means to bring us back to our beloved Paddo.

In the meantime, I was working on my exhibition. There were many who lent their hands to build the work, and to them, I am most grateful.


Once back in the neighbourhood we both love so much, we reconnected with old friends, and made new ones. Lucy is truly Like a Charm!

One of the new friends we’ve made is now sitting at my feet, finding solace and comfort from the noise of the fireworks. While her mum and dad enjoy the pomp and ceremony by the harbour, I am having a wonderful time babysitting the sweetheart, ringing in the New Year with the neighbourhoods’ two most beautiful canine personalities! ❤

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Happy New Year, everyone! May 2015 bring new joy, good health, inspiration, love, friendship and yes, the completion of my PhD dissertation! Go, Bunny and Lucy, go!


Thank You!

It’s already New Year’s Day here in Sydney, Australia. Happy New Year to everyone, and thank you for following my little blog, sharing the quirky eats and dropping in to make a comment or two.

Amazing how time just zooms by. I still remember very clearly my first Christmas Day and New Year with my baby girl Lucy. Now, our second one has come and gone in a flurry!

Lucy’s beautiful face was the one that bade me good night in the final moments of 2013 and good morning in 2014. How blessed am I to have so much exquisite beauty always with me? My first breakfast of 2014 was a simple olfactory-gustatory-visual-textural combination microwaved frozen corn with butter and cheese, a sprinkling of sweet paprika, and a few corn chips thrown in for good measure.

2013 was a great year in many ways. Continue reading




I received my very first Christmas gift today. A very precious one. A bunch of white roses, slightly fading but still intact and lovely, from one of my homeless friends. He picked them up from somewhere. He’s very clever at picking up things that people discard. Good things. My garden chairs are two very sturdy wooden folding chairs – from him. He’s given me a number of very useful things, from his forays. Thank you so much, my friend, for having me in mind, and making that effort.

It will be a sweet Christmas after all. I am now looking forward to it. Continue reading


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Check this out by clicking on the photo or at this link. “Makan” is the colloquial Malay word for “eat” or “food” and is used widely by Malaysians and Singaporeans of all races. It is one of our favourite words! “Shiok” is another hot favourite, it describes the sensation of wonder when imbibing great food, a sort of taste / gustatory heaven! (Even more descriptive than “yum” or “miam!”)


Click on photo or here to view the guide.

Two things I love about Christmas (and other festive occasions). One is the FOOD! The other is the food. 🙂 These visual images make me wish I were back home and tucking into all the yummies on offer! If you are in Singapore, make a bee line, follow the trail, and go for it! Continue reading


Happy New Year 2013!

Everyone loves fireworks. Almost every culture adores this too bright, too noisy, smoky and smelly spectacle (which incidentally originated from ancient China), and who am I to argue with the majority? It is indeed a very pretty thing to watch, but the visual sense is not our only sense, though one may think that from the (non) reactions of the vast population!

So, every year in almost every city with any or some wealth, there will be a fireworks display at some time or other, mostly New Year’s Day. Here in Sydney, it was reported that many people camped overnight just to be at a good spot to experience the fireworks. Oh, and I guess Kylie Minogue was a draw too? (While I do like Kylie and I respect her spunk and talent, I cannot understand the inane craze for superstars either.) I suppose if I were strong as they are, not in need of a clean toilet, didn’t mind human bodies bumper to butt, much harder of hearing (maybe even half deaf?), smelled less sharply and didn’t choke and have to gasp for breath from smoke inhalation, I might have done so too?

Anyhow, I am one of the ‘lucky’ ones who can view the upper parts of the fireworks from my window, in fact, even while lying in bed. In fact, if I venture out to the rooftop, I’d catch a breathtaking view of the whole thing. But Lucy doesn’t like sudden noises, and neither do I. So we stayed home and put up with it. Fortunately, it didn’t last long. Two sessions, both short, one for the kids at 9pm on the evening of the eve, and the other at 12am ringing in the new year proper.

Perhaps I am jaded. I lived for a few years in Hong Kong. The fireworks there were spectacular too, not any less so than the one in Sydney. And I could see the mini fireworks in Disneyland from my balcony every single night. Apart from the sensory overload, it became boring routine and I wondered about the waste of money…

Lucy lay in bed, hiding under the sheets, but not unduly upset, she seemed quite happy to be there safe with me. I took a few photographs of course, how could I not?

Nothing to ooo or aah about, and it definitely wasn’t fun afterwards when the drunken revelers spilled into Paddington – we endured a sleepless, noisy night. I can never understand this part of the neurotypical penchant for revelry, the side that teeters off the edge into drunkenness, stupid actions that endanger self and others, slamming doors just because it suddenly seems fun (a nieghbour upstairs began from midnight to slam doors repeatedly for the next two hours, goodness knows why!), shouting obscenities at each other, arguing and fighting, and yes, the worst travesty, vomiting – as if it were not travesty enough to dirty the streets and leave putrid messes on the sidewalks, think about all the money spent on booze that just goes straight out! Disgusting neurotypical behaviour. But that is part of life on busy Oxford Street. They are the majority of human lifeforms after all.

Here they are. The photos of the fireworks, I mean. You won’t want to see any of them vomiting drunks, would ya?

Lucy and I survived the horrible night, we slept all day on New Year’s Day, to make up for the sleeplessness, and we are alive and well now.

No resolutions, I never make them, but I have hope. Hope that Lucy will be well and in good health, hope that I find more strength and energy to apply myself to my work, hope for less pain and greater robustness, hope for more creativity, and looking forward to learning, discovering, and being always grateful for the grace and goodness shown to me by so many people, especially my loyal friends.

A Happy and Blessed New Year 2013!