Dishita's Birthday Party

Dishita's Birthday Party

It's Saturday, it's 6 o'clock and it's the party witching hour. And no, not for us parents but for Amy and one of her best mates from school - Dishita - who turns 7. So make-up on (cough cough), Princess dress on, sparkly high heels on, present in hand and we're off.

A few photos of a very nice party - thanks to Dishita's parents for allowing us all to rock up, Jude and all. Great fun thanks!!!

OMG Amy - you look beautiful. A Princess off to the party.

Now with her best mate Dishita - Happy 7th birthday Dishita. You sure do look like very good friends!!!

Liking this shot of the wee man a lot - he went balloon crazy. Still so very cute Master Kennett.

Sorry did I say Jude went balloon crazy, ha ha...

Bubble; "Er Dad, are you being really serious...?"

MWAH - such a cutee!!!

And the magic show is about to start - look at them all lined up. Are we sure this isn't a One Direction concert?

Yep guess who got selected as a magician assistance - yep Elsa ha ha!!! Actually this guy was really very good.

Now dancing - Birdy Song time, and yes he then made a dove appear from nowhere.

And the final one - Happy Birthday Dishita. Thanks for inviting us all to come celebrate with you.

A lovely Sunday out at the beach

A lovely Sunday out at the beach

Off trots family Kennett, minus Ollie who had other things to do, to the beach. 

We'd just been to a beach bar/restaurant - more of that on Islifearecipe of course, but here is the family fun. 

Mary, Amy, Jude and I building castles on the beach, at East Coast Park Service Road - a little further down than normal, but well worth a venture. We took a bag with beach mats, balls, buckets and spades, and sat close enough to the restaurant that we could keep dipping back to get drinks and use the loos - a perfect location.

Here we go with some pictorial fun of the afternoon.

My beautiful girl kicks it off with some sand-writing, although as soon as she started asking me how to spell stuff I stopped taking photos, ha ha. 

I have to admit this is certainly not Boracay. I wouldn't want to be getting in the sea for too long, if at all. The view is a little hazy today (thanks Indonesia), the multitude of ships is an eyesore of course and the weather not that brilliant. BUT, we're still outdoors and doing stuff together and we had fun. 

In comes the Master Builder now. OK kids I am the Program Director, and I will now start allocating roles. Jude sit there and look cute, Amy start digging. Program Director is just going to have a quick sip of beer - back in a minute. Ha Ha. Joking.

We decided on building a sand castle in a moat with a bridge and then filling the moat with water, and maybe some decorations. That's a damn fine idea. We started the construction project in earnest. All hands to the spades and buckets.

Put some back in to it son! He actually did a really great job. Well done Jude Jude.

"Dad I need a break. I'm tired. I think you are working me too hard," said Jude.
"Get back to work!" said I.

We've finished. The castle is done. The moat is done. We've decorated it with seaweeds. We even made some flags with seaweed. I think it looks absolutely great - good work kids. What a team.

The I looked at it again...
Whoops.
Maybe remove the drawer-bridge?
(Still bloody good though!)

I think baby Jude realised too.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, DAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!"

Henry Berlandier - read if you like the era of adventure

Henry Berlandier - read if you like the era of adventure

Wild Malaysia Buffalo

So we are down East Coast for lunch, a play at the beach and then a meander home. But it is hot, as in flipping hot. So we need another stop for a rest and refreshment. Well actually so we can wait for a cab, and have a beer so we don't have to walk any more. There we are chilling and Mary comes back from somewhere with Jude and says why do they worship a cow. I was thinking Indian family and sacred cow when I spotted what she was referring too.

No1 not a cow it's a buffalo or bison.
No2 I don't think it's a shrine as it is mounted.

As I am looking this guy pops out his head.
"It's a wild Malaysian Buffalo." he says.
"My Dad shot it when I was 2 years old." he continues...
"It was 6' high at the shoulders, and had killed 7 people." he goes on.

(Miz - you would have LOVED this)

Do you think he had me at this point? Hell yes.

He then finished, that his Dad was a hunter in Malaysia and used to get called in when they had rogue animals. And this monster was no exception. Seriously look at the size of this thing.

I had to ask. So if you were two years old when this got shot, when was this actually shot.
He said; "I am 54."
So that makes this beast 52 years old since it was put away.

Totally amazed now, I return to my seat, eager to tell Mary. As I sit there over comes the owner with a book, and some bookmarked pages.
"This is about my Dad."

I read it, and it is incredible. If only there were more memoirs to read, what an incredible three pages describing adventure, then family and then sadly his death to cancer. His name was Henry Berlandier. Born 1930, died 1992. He goes down in history as being one of the very best hunters in Eurasian history - with specific focus at the jungles surrounding the Malaysia areas of Johore and Pahang. Not a sports hunter, only hunting for necessity.

Bit if something went bad and an animal went bananas, or rogue, and started becoming a man-killer then the park rangers would call Henry. The park rangers, or Orang Asli, would always call Henry as he always got the job done, and done efficiently. He would always do it alone, maybe to preserve others lives or likely because they'd just get in his way. Incredible stories like he would never use insect repellant as the animals could smell it, so he would endure hours of sitting the jungle getting eaten alive by all types of parasitic insects (we who live in Singapore will know all about that). He only took water so not weigh him and down and hinder his movements.

He had to track it.
Find the right one.
Deliver no sound, but listen to the sound of the animal.
Sit still for hours on end waiting - whilst getting munched on.

He would also never shoot the animal in the head, only where he absolutely intended so so as not to ruin the value of the animals skin - a 'perk' of the job was to onward sell the skin. Within the book is a picture of Henry with a rogue elephant he had just despatched - huge bloody thing. B&W photo of Henry, stern faced standing over the animal at this feet, with his rifle in hand. Apparently there were witnesses that watched this man kneel in front of the charging elephant and released a single shot to end its carnage. WOW. Imagine it.

He also killed a 5' rogue albino crocodile once with two shots in to the neck (that's a lot of crocodile). People apparently disputed that he had actually done so as normally shot crocodiles would float to the surface thereafter within 2 days. Apparently Henry sort of shrugged this off with the confidence of a man that knows his skills, went back a week later and claimed his prize. Love it. Apparently the skull of that very same croc still exists and is with one of Henry's children - not with Paul it seems as he has the buffalo memento.

I just felt compelled to write about this amazing man. I remember days as a kit reading compendiums of adventures to Africa and other jungles and encounters with natives and wild animals - and hear I am at 47 meeting the direct descendant of one such adventurer. Paul I hope I have done your Dad proud - great to meet you, and hope to one day again soon.

Thank you so much for sharing the story with me.

So folks a recommendation - get down to Sunset Bay Garden Bistro, Carpark F2, 1300 East Coast Park Service Road. Go meet Paul and have a few beers, a chat, and some of his delicious food too.

Wooooo Scary - hold on a minute...

Halloween

So Halloween is upon us and Amy's ballet class at Siglap South Community Centre, has decided to put on a party. A very SPOOKY party.It was actually really very good. Loads of games rooms and a haunted room. Packed to the brim with people and kids - of whom about 95% were all dressed up.

So Amy is all; "Daddy I want to dress up as a with. But as a pretty witch Daddy!"

A pretty witch????

So off goes yours truly to the supermarket to purchase stuff. And by stuff I mean eye shadow, lipstick and blusher. Oh yeah plus a mop handle and a couple of scary masks to get us all in the zone. Notice no Ollie - he was out already at his own Halloween Horror Nights @ Universal with his friends.

#2 and #3

And bloody hell did she look pretty - OMG, where has my little girl gone? Thanks to my Mary for transforming her in to a teenager, mwah. And hello to my little man Jude - wow loving that Baby Jude, very scary with your sister.

Bloody dentist

 I tell you the NHS here is rotten! 

Maybe just a little more moisturiser?

Yours truly and my beautiful daughter - I think I win on looks, ha ha ha!

Similar lipstick though???

My beautiful girl

Do I need to say any more other than; she is just beautiful.
Oh my gosh!!!