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September 24, 2006


If you’ve been to an Indian cuisine restaurant, you probably would have heard of the word ‘lassi’.

Lassi is a traditional South Asian beverage, originally from Punjab, India/Pakistan, made by blending yogurt with water, salt, and spices until frothy. Yogurt is mentioned in ancient Indian texts, and so is buttermilk. Yogurt sweetened with honey is used in Hindu rituals. Traditional lassi is sometimes flavored with ground roasted cumin. The Lassi of the Punjab sometimes uses a little milk and is topped with a thin layer of ‘Malai’ — a clotted cream — also known as Devonshire Cream. Lassis are enjoyed chilled as a hot-weather refreshment. With a little turmeric powder mixed in, it is also used as a treatment of gastroenteritis.

Sweet lassi is a more recent invention, flavored with sugar, rosewater and/or lemon, mango, strawberry or other fruit juice. Saffron lassis, which are particularly rich, are a specialty of Sindh and Jodhpur, Rajasthan in India.

Another popular variation on the Lassi is the Mango Lassi, which is orange in color and mango flavored.

The Lassi-like Ayran is also popular on hot summer days in Turkey, where it typically contains only water, salt, yoghurt and sometimes lemon.

In areas of the Middle East including Iran and Lebanon, a similar salty yogurt beverage, named doogh, is popular.

During 2002, commercial products resembling sweet lassi began appearing on the U.S. market, with names like “Drinking Yogurt” and “Yogurt Smoothie”.

Source: Wikipedia

Basically, lassi is a type of drink. Fortified with awesomeness.

Today, Regine made me some warm lassi as a belated birthday gift…

Regine: “Uwekkkkk! uwekkkk! wekkkkkkk!”
[translation: “Happy belated birthday daddy. I love you.”]

She made so much of them… that they soaked my shoulder wet and slopped all over the ceramic floor. Ahhh I couldn’t have felt any warmer…

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September 16, 2006

who’s her dearest?

I was scrolling for something interesting on TV when I was interrupted by my mother

Mom : “Regine sucked her thumb today”

Me : “Yeah? I guess I should feel grateful about it.” [press press remote control]

Mom : “Do you know what that means?”

Me : “Uhm… she needs to have a pacifier?” [continue to press remote control]

Mom : “Nooo… It means, she will be very close to her father. It is believed that if a baby first sucks her thumb, she would hold her father as the dearest. If she first sucks the index finger, then it would be her mom. So, for Regine’s case, it’s you”

That piqued my attention. Though the belief may not be scientifically plausible, but I kinda liked the idea of my daughter holding me as her dearest. (and give me lotsss of money when I’m old and broke)

Me : “Wow, I didn’t know there’s such a method to soothsay a baby’s sociality. So, if she were to suck her middle finger, is she going to hold her husband as the dearest?”

Mom : “Heheh, maybe…”

Then what if the baby’s a male, and he first sucks his middle finger? Does that mean that he’s bound to become a homosexual? WHat about the ring finger or pinky? What would that portend? Anyone out there have any idea?

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September 13, 2006

break time

Emily and I were sitting by the side of Regine’s cot, both of us were patting and lulling her to sleep. But our precious little girl just won’t sleep. She wanted daddy to make funny faces to her. She wanted the tour around the house where she gets to meet interesting objects such as the spinning ceiling fan, those cute little magnet fishes at the fridge and hanging nappies that seem to wave at her every time she sets her eyes on them. She wanted everything, except sleep… and the time was approaching midnight. It was one of the craziest nights we’ve ever experienced in our life.

While trying to keep that rebellious little princess in control, Emily then turned to look at me and said, “It’s funny isn’t it? Who would have thought that one day, we’ll end up like this in life…”. All the fancy courtships, all the heart warming episodes, all the moanings… they all apexes to this very point of our life, becoming a slave to a round faced cute little miniscule girl who seems to have the supernatural ability to charm even the meanest crocodile in the universe…

With tears almost oozing out of my eyebag rims (which developed over recent sleep deprivation), I nodded to Emily slowly, as if we’re 2 anguished prison inmates repenting our sins… It was an emotional moment. You know, THE moment. When things are silent and you’re mentally seeking asylum from the chaotic world. It lasted for only a couple minutes, and then it was cut off by a yelp from Regine, a sign that our break’s over and we went back to work as somebody’s parents.

I missed my life very much.

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September 9, 2006

Regine at 3 months…

… now you guys know why I keep skipping appointments…

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August 19, 2006

daylight robbery

Emily bought :
my socks – 3 pairs for 10 bucks (size: extra large, no strawberry stitch-ons)
Regine’s socks – 1 pair for 9 bucks (size: infant, with strawberry stitch-ons)

But it wouldn’t have looked as good on daddy’s feet, those damn expensive socks… even if they fit, anyway.

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