Christmaslishly

So another Christmas in Prague, unfortunately not a white one (though I'm consoled by the white birthday that I had a fortnight ago!) Top of the list for my initiation of blood and fire into Czech Christmas traditions was making cukrovi -- or Czech Christmas cookies. Intense!


True to form, we had a pretty sweet spread of food to consume over the last couple of days, not including the turkey (in the oven at the time of photographing) and my friend's mum's contributions:



The best though, were the pineapple (and strawberry and cherry) tarts that I made! Okay, so it's a Malaysian Nonya recipe and not very Czech, but oh so yummy!! Yeah!

Work Pic

It's the Nessie/Park Lane staff! See how dignified we are, right before the gathering degenerated into a mass snowball fight...

Waiting for Lunch...

The service in this establishment is terrible ;-)

Dirty Thirty

Well, apparently I've just well and truly celebrated the end of my childhood [birth to 10], adolescence [10 - 20] and my second/extended adolescence [the twenties]...

It would seem more momentous if I actually felt any different, but I don't really.

It's the same old story, isn't it -- you feel more or less like you all along, that is, until you compare yourself to yourself 10 years ago and do a gigantic double take at how all the tiny changes you never noticed add up to something a bit more significant.

Although I'm at the same time wary of anyone who acted like an idiot for 29 years and then suddenly puts on the maturity show just because of a birthday, or having a kid, or getting married or whatever. Anyone claiming to be an adult is still just pretending, in my book!

[This sort of attitude is probably why I still feel as immature as ever...]

From my Dad