March 27, 2017

Summer Time

Category: Travels

No, no… it’s not Summer-Summer per se.

Rather, as of yesterday, The Netherlands and various other countries have set our clocks forward by an 1 hour as spring comes forth with DST,  otherwise known as Daylight Saving Time indicative of more usable daylight hours.



In some countries, it is also called “Summer Time” – a term I went on a ranting spree about when told about its definition that has nothing to do with summer at all and why-oh-why is the word summer used instead of spring. I don’t get that!

If that’s not confusing enough, here’s a couple of spanners facts thrown it:

  • often DST is also incorrectly referred to as Daylight Savings Time. Notice the “s” added to the word savings there. That’s just misspelling.
  • When DST ends in autumn, clock will be turned back again to standard time referring to time without DST. 

As you can see, this DST thing has nothing to do with summer. Neither does this add daylight to our day. What it does however, completely confuses the heck out of my body system that has been conditioned to hot-hotter-melted weather for the whole of my life which has yet to learn about daylight saving and living in it.

As I started writing this, it was still daylight. That was at 8.45 p.m and at 9 p.m, there was still the lingering light over the horizon. It’s night! Why is there daylight? 

 I mean didn’t it only started to turn dark at 5 p.m. just several weeks ago? Then suddenly as of yesterday, we lost an hour of sleep with DST in place! I’m splendidly confused. 

Eeks. Slow down. It’s not summer yet!

As you can tell, I’m grumpy as hell. 

Not only because of the whole DST thing, but also because I had to be back in the office today, motivation on low. Especially so after taking 3 days off work last week for all the late nights and weekends I have pulled in the last month. 

Last week however was brilliant: I did just a 2-day work week and I got my hair done. 

Also just for the heck of it (plus the fact that the kids had their mandatory Friday off school for the month), we thought that hauling the kids off for a little road-tripping in Belgium was a very good idea.

Heading to Antwerpen as the sun was setting
Bound for Brugge

More of our weekend adventures of chasing sunsets, sipping chocolates, going medieval and some distorted pictures in the next few days.

Stay tuned!

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March 26, 2017

Sunday Humour: Don’t Hold Your Farts

Category: Entertainment

There’s always a good reason…

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Because sometimes, it is just better to Especially with kids, they’ve got no restraints or whatsoever and really, the ideas they do come up with would leave us parents speechless!

Let’s raise our butts glasses to some great ideas!

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March 24, 2017

Friday Flavours: Chinese Cabbage with Poached Eggs

Something simple, something quick, something healthy.

All you need to have handy would be some cabbages and eggs as the main. The base is nothing more than just pungent onion, garlic and ginger. Toss them all into the pan and then top it with chives and fried shallots.

It really is as simple as that. Never mind the adults –  this is extremely kid-friendly too. Enjoy!

Chinese Cabbage with Poached Eggs
Serves 4
A healthy and simple side dish made with Chinese Cabbages and poached eggs topped with fried shallots and chives,
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Prep Time
10 min
Cook Time
8 min
Total Time
18 min
Prep Time
10 min
Cook Time
8 min
Total Time
18 min
  1. 1 head Chinese Cabbage cut and rinsed
  2. 1 bulb onion peeled and sliced thin
  3. 1 clove garlic peeled and crushed
  4. Half cube vegetable bouillon
  5. Half inch ginger chopped and pressed
  6. Half tspn Worcestershire sauce
  7. 4 eggs
  1. Heat up oil in a pan
  2. When the pan is hot enough, saute ginger, garlic and onion till they are slightly browned
  3. Add in the stock cube and stir well
  4. Add in the cabbages. Cover for about 1 minute. Then stir well and cover it up again
  5. Take of the cover and crack the eggs; one next to the other. Cover for 2-3 minutes till the yellow is almost cooked
  6. Turn off the fire
  7. Serve with rice
  1. Feel free to leave the egg yolk runny (or firm) as per your heart's desire.
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March 23, 2017


Category: Blogging

All in A Dad’s Work has nominated me for this chore some weeks ago and I’ve been so far behind.

But! At least it gives me a reason to post something new to post apart from my regular Friday Flavours and Sunday Humour after what seemed like a blogging hiatus for weeks. So, really, this blog is not just about that. It’s supposed to be so much more (and it is!). Dankjewel Stomper Dad!

I’m supposed to reblog, repost, or copy and paste my very first post. Like Eric, I started on Blogger in 2008. That was 9 years ago with my very first post published on a Monday, December 15th. A very short one: 

At long last

Ahh…Finally! After almost 4 years away from home and about almost 1 year procrastinating, here’s my very own homepage for family and friends back home to keep up to date with the on-goings of my life in Thailand.

Hopefully I can keep this up for what it’s worth.

See? That was THAT. Short. I did close the month with 34 posts in a span of 2 weeks. That means I was averaging several posts a day. I kept that up for months (even years!) on end. To no audience. How crazy was that?!

OK. Not no audience. Just a handful consisting only of close friends and family who’d care to pop over and find out what was going on my life since I was too lazy to call or email 10 people on a weekly basis when I moved away from home.  I didn’t care for traffic. I wrote about anything and everything. 

Almost 10 years later, my followers are still pretty small and for what it’s worth, I’m very thankful for all the connections made. 

Here we come to the rules:

Obvious rules:

  • No cheating. (It must be your first post. Not your second post, not one you love…first post only.)
  • Link back to the person who tagged you (thank them if you feel like it or, if not, curse them with a plague of ladybugs).

Other rules:

  • Copy and paste your old post into a new post or reblog your own bad self. (Either way is fine but NO editing.) (DONE)
  • Put the hashtag #MyFirstPostRevisited in your title. (DONE)
  • Tag five other bloggers to take up this challenge. (OKIE!)
  • Notify your tags in the comment section of their blog. Don’t just hope they notice a pingback somewhere in their spam. (I’ll try!!!)
  • Feel free to cut and paste the badge to use in your post.
  • Include the rules in your post. (duh)

People who should also do this: 



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March 22, 2017

When Words and Will Collide

Category: Parenting


Spud, in a very firm tone, telling off her 4.5 year-old brother: Squirt, clean this up. Or I will not play with you or give you my candy.

Squirt: No.

Spud (now in a high-pitched tone): Help me or I.will.

Squirt went on to grunt and whine. To further demonstrate his reluctance, he got utterly sluggish. Meanwhile, Spud was getting very agitated that her instructions were not followed and that her wishes were being purposely ignored.

It was clear that the tense atmosphere between the 2 younglings would escalate. In a matter of minutes, it would turn explosive since Spud was adamant on exerting her authority to wrap her uncooperative brother around her little fingers.

Rather nonchalantly, Silver Bullet decided to intervene to make light of the situation.  I decided to stay on the side lines and watched the events unfolded from the corner of my eyes.

Silver Bullet: Spud, you cannot force your brother to help you clean your mess. You can’t boss him around or demand that he helps you if he does not want to.

Uh-oh. (I thought!)

The father-daughter fight soon unfolded; I kept myself out of it and let Silver Bullet got on with his gig on authority as THE parent.  I made sure that I did not interfere but at the same time kept my pseudo-stoic face while I, in my head, silently palm-faced myself and cringed.

The “WTF just happened” moment flashed before my eyes. I managed a soft underneath-my-breath-mutter to Silver Bullet who, at the same time caught his own parenting flaw the moment he said those words.

Because from many moons ago, we taught the kids the meaning of cause and effect.  

Because for several years now, we continue to educate them on the ramifications that would come with doing or not doing the things that were asked of them.

Because all this while, we insisted that it was nothing more than a well-intended practical technique to make them understand the meaning of consequences.

That said, we also attempted to teach them the concept of will. That it was never OK to mess with people’s wills. We have to respect other people’s “NO” and they, us: our “NO”.

And at the core of things, that was Spud emulating the very parenting style we dish out whenever we need her or her brother to get on their arses to do something in a do-this-or-else fashion.


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The “WTF just happened” moment was a clear showdown of parenting slap-in-your-face in action from a 6.5 year-old who learnt it all from her parents. In her 6.5 year old mind, it was the right thing to do. What’s the fuss? Why the fuss!

There was no doubt that Spud grasps the concept of cause and effect well. She more than understood what consequences mean and if anything, she was only mimicking her parents, thereby expecting her brother to carry out her orders. 

And somehow from this incident (and a little element of will thrown in) we are telling her that it was OK for her brother not to listen to her? And that she needs to respect her brother’s decision of not wanting to do what she said?  How is that ever OK? Why can’t her will and wishes be respected when she tells her parents “no” whenever we ask her to clean up? 

One can only imagine that it must have been confusing for her!

So here we go with an unexpected turn events that led to a rather awkward parenting situation. It was telling; we had some explaining to do and we may need to re-think this parenting style thing. For a start, explaining the concept in the rights of authority as a parent with the de facto entitlement of being bossy was not the easiest thing to do!

Ahhh! The light bulb moment. The conundrum of parenting. Hopefully, one day it all comes together.

What about you dear readers? What have been your lightbulb, slap-in-the-face parenting moment? How would you deal with such situations?

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