Homemaker

This morning, a girlfriend smsed me that she is itching to join the workforce because being a homemaker seems to belittle her. Afterall, she is armed with a degree.

Her predicament has lead me to some thoughts.

I can never feel having to strike big time in the workforce is as important as maintaining a good family. I am not saying that if a wife works, the family can never stay healthy. It is just that you won't be able to devote much of your time to it. Therefore, even if I have a PHD, I will still see myself comfortably fit into the role of a homemaker.

Call me lazy, that is, IF YOU DARE. I may not be toiling in the office unlike some married counterparts, but I am not idling at home either. While my husband works hard to bring home the bacon, I contribute to the family in other way.

But wait, before you think I am no different from a maid... I AM NOT.

A maid can never devote all her time and attention to a family willingly and for free.
She can never shower the same kind of love to the family.
She can never wreck her brain to think of how best she can nurture the kids.
She can never be the pillar for the husband's rest.
And of course, like what husband says, a maid can never dare ask the husband to wash his own socks!

Perhaps I could emphatise how my girlfriend feels. Sometimes, learning to take pride in doing what a homemaker is doing is never easy. Whether you are a graduate or not, a homemaker has only one title. The larger part of the society always associate achievement to one's market value. Unfortunately, there's hardly a value for a homemaker. Paper qualification is of no significance to homemaker title.When you are dressed in your most casuals and being blended to the rest of the aunties, you are merely one of them waiting at the deck for kids to come home from school.....

Who dares says being a homemaker is easy? Well, it boils down to the pride and ego. If you can let go, congratulations and welcome to being a homemaker !

Lust, Caution

Oops, I am not passing this off as a show review. Definitely not.

There are already many out there and I have got a good read which has slowly build up my interest to want to watch the show on the big screen. No wonder the box office, as reported, has been favourable.

Lest that you think I am no equal to the desperate housewife next door, well, what's there for a glimpse when much has been snipped in our local version?

Hey, the main actor is reason enough to attract me already. Look at this (photo), don't you think he just so exudes the old man charm that no other can?

I will watch the show.

I pay!

Save the planet because every little effort counts?

But wait. I don't see the point.

All of us know that urbanisation has lead to the doom of our planet Earth. It is not as though human participation of the crime has happened overnight. The Earth is not wrecked by us in one day. It has been put to an anticipated and expected gradual doom since yesterday, the day before and the many many days before.

From the start of urbanisation, all mankind are pretty aware of the consequences. Even at childhood, I have teachers telling me about the human activities that lead to the destroyal of ozone layers.

So, why is the world acting panicky only now? I am now made a target of the constant drumming of the Save The Earth campaign every first Wednesday of the month. Why me?! Perhaps my greatest mistake is that I don't own a branded tote that shouts "I'm not a plastic bag"!

Whatever the reason be, I don't think I can stand the noise and this has really made me annoyed.

So, what if I adore the use of plastic bag? Plenty of them even, that I have been using. They are almost secondary to my staples of food.

Now that I have to pay for the plastic bags to hold the groceries, let's be it.

I PAY!

Mysteriously inexplicable!

I am suspecting I'm in some sort of an inbalanced hormonal changes lately. Either it is owing to the removal of the Mirena or it is a result of the unstated effects of Lingzhi pills that I'm currently consuming daily.

Or maybe much worse, it could even be the pre-menopausal symtoms that I could be getting as I'm slowly moving past my mid thirties. Pre-menopausal symtoms?? This is so scary. My imagination has definitely run wild!

I can't help but just feel....... How shall I describe it? It is not something that I can put it in words. It is so inexplicable!

Maybe, this is just boredom.

It can even be my inner me shouting for loneliness.

But what exactly it is or what is the root cause, gawd knows!!

And as when I am about to continue dwelling on the inexplicable mood swings in me, my little girl calls me from school. It certainly breaks the spell of having me dwell on something not so productive.

I am glad that she remembers to call. I have instructed her to do so before she has left for school and she has indeed surprised me with her call. Afterall, my little girl has always been forgetful. I must remember to put a mental note to praise her tonight.

As for the inexplicable hormonal changes that almost grills me to bits, I am thankful that I can always count on my little ones. Yes, they are the ones who give me the spring of life!

They ARE my spring of life...

Melancholy

I woke up feeling miserably low in spirit.
I did'nt know why.

I could'nt contain my frustrations.

But what frustrations?

Little did I know what frustrations.
So, I smsed a buddy.

We had an exchange of smses.
Glad that things seemed a bit of sorted out,
at least that was what my buddy would have thought.

After all effort, the spirit felt the same.
Just low.

Maybe, it would be better...

Birthday

It is my boy's birthday and he has been counting the days. Now that the day is here, he has a wishful thought that he could get another round of present from us. I have to be firm, lest I give in to his whines again.

What happened was, he had pestered us into buying a game controller several months ago. He could'nt wait to have it till his birthday and so he managed to get his way by assuring us that it would be an early birthday gift.

But, a birthday without a present is like, oh so pathetic, you think. I was almost sold to such thoughts at first. Yesterday, I was at the newstand scouring high and low in search of his favourite magazine. Luckily, it was sold out.

Present or no present, he will still get to blow the candles on the cake. Most important of all, I have the duty to inculcate the right value upon him. He is to know that "a promise once made, has to be honoured."

Well, he does have a present. An early present, that is.

Unusual days

As expected, we did'nt get to watch any movie over the weekends. Instead, it was a fun filled weekends at Desaru, for my husband drove the three of us there. It was a planned outing with his business buddies. So, counting us in, it was an impressive troop of ten cars in all, car cruising all the way to Kota Tinggi before we finally reached Desaru, inwhich we spent a night there. It was definitely an unusual weekend experience and the kids really enjoyed it.

Having spent the weekends away from home, chores seemed to be building up in the house and I had a busy morning clearing stuffs and all that. It is always at time like this that I wish for a domestic helper.

Unlike most Mondays inwhich my freezer would have a complete stock of fresh food supply ranging from poultry to fishes to last for the week, so just this morning when I took stock of what was left in the freezer, I was having a hard time deciding what to cook for lunch and dinner. Apparently, the freezer was left with almost little stock because there was obviously no visit to the wet market the other day.

Eventually, lunch was merely porridge with batang fillets and some scrambled egg. So immediately after the kids had left for school, I headed to the neighbourhood NTUC to stock some fresh products.

It is also always at such time when I truely appreciate the place that I'm staying, never mind the fact that it is not a private estate.

Rock at One-north

We're gonna ROCK at one-north SOON.

Praise U, Lord!

Because of U,
I foresee myself getting a little more sleep than usual...

And definitely,
Gone will be the days of the long travelling to and fro Church,

For One-north
is almost close to my door-step
~ oops, maybe not, but at least,
no longer will I have the journey fatigue as compared
to travelling from West to Suntec,
and vice versa.

O Lord, how you have made my dream comes true..

I am beginning to see your glory...

Mid-life transformation or crisis?

Moi husband has been into this mid-life transformation recently.

As when you are in your mid-life, your metabolism rate slows down so husband has gradually developed a tyre-like flabby inches around his waist. Yeah, this is not so nice visually but as I've thought, this should not be a bother to any man. A man should take it to his stride that this is just mere evidence of the mid-life triumph.

Unfortunately, husband does not think likewise. He is conscious of the tyre. He is making effort to do a little bit of workout whenever he is free. He has even deliberately tried eating lesser at every meal.

As if having a husband who watches his diet is not good enough, I have noticed a particular change in his facial care. On his own accord, he has stooped to using my high quality facial gel as his daily facial wash. And you think he is using Kao Biore cleanser. No, hor!

Lately, he has taken pride into painstakingly scrubbing his pearly whites. He does it so diligently, twice a day. Good hygiene, you thought. But, to spend a good 5 - 10 minutes each time just to brush your teeth is way too much I say.

I can't believe his is my husband!

Rest in God

I have been hesitating whether to watch Ratatouile or Evan the Almighty. Luckily, having watched the Bruce Almighty on TV yesterday with my kids, we are definitely certain that we will not want to waste our bucks on whatever Almighty show!

Anyway, the new school term has just begun and husband has got plans this weekend, so I doubt we can make it for any movie. Talk about the new school term and that leads me to recall the small chat I had with husband's sister the other day about the various tuition classes that she has enrolled for her kids. Not that her kids are academically weak but just like most mothers, it is just a kiasu mentality.

As a mother, I definitely exhibit such kiasu syndrome. From how the way I react each time my children don't perform to my expectation, to the umpteen times of pushing them to complete the many exercises that I've assigned them, are just some examples.

Sometimes, all these get into my nerves and it is almost so ironical to have my non-believer husband to remind me to -

Rest in God!

He prayed!

During the rehearsal for the Sport's Day telematch competition, Didi's class came in first. He was happy. So, the moment he reached home from school, he said to me, "Mummy, I want to pray to God for rain on Friday." Just when I was trying to figure out why he wanted the rain, he continued, "Teacher says we need not compete if raining on Friday and our class will be declared a winner base on rehearsal's result. Yay!" As soon as he said that, he gestured his intention by crossing his little fingers. How cute.

I thought that was cunning of him to rob in God's help. For what I know, Didi does'nt really have high regards on the Almighty. Why do I say that?

Everytime when Jiejie were to remarked how she will ask God if Didi is speaking the truth about certain things (as you know, these two are just loggerheads. They are always arguing over petty things.), Didi is always quick to chirp in that God won't reply because he has never heard God at all.

So, anyway, Friday is here. Looking at how the sun is baking the ground with a vengeance outside, I believe God has other better plans for him.

Just thrilled

So while I and husband have decided upon THE decision, I have been subconsciously weighing the pros and cons.

Can I really cope with three? Will we be financially strained? Do I really need a domestic helper in the family? Will my parents frown on my decision?

I could dig through my bookshelves searching for books and surfing the net in search of all sorts of must-knows relating to my current situation, ranging from "whether I really should have a third one" to "how to prepare my body for IT". At one point even, I could ridiculously surf for maternity wear. Who knows, I may even start buying infant wear in no time.

I really can't explain my behaviour. Minus the bad thoughts, I am simply thrilled by our decision.

The Lord leads me. Hallelujah!

Lately, I have a strong maternal urge that I do not know why. I do not know if I should go along with the flow. Afterall, I am really not young and all the risks that associate with high age pregnancy really frightens me. Somehow, I have managed to convince myself to act rationale but recently, the inward me keeps shouting to have another child like never before. I never have such a feeling so intensed. It reaches to a high point that finally lead me to surf the net in the hope to find something that can dispel my fear. I could find none.

Last week, I met my gynae. .It just happened so coincidentally that the Mirena in me was due for removal. I had to see him to get it removed and then to reinsert a new one. It was only till the gynae asked about whether I would love to have another child that I revealed to him how my strong maternal instinct had got into me and that I was too frightened to go along with it amidst the many negative facts that I gathered from the website. He laughed and shared with me all that I wanted to know. Most important of all, I felt so assured by him that I thought I should take up the challenge.

That day, I walked out the clinic a changed person. The expired Mirena was removed. As for the new Mirena,




well, you guess....

"Engrish"

After the school bus had left with my two little ones, I decided to walk to our family physician to replenish my boy's nasal spray. The existing bottle of doses were depleted and therefore my boy had not been on full dosage of sprays for days. He had to wake up several times clearing his nose last night.

Along the way, I overheard a father speaking to his child. "Where you get the money, you no working, huh?"

He continued again, "You no working. Where have money?"

Those questions had struck a chord on my head. Even now, I am still thinking hard.

The fact is, many Chinese speaking parents are very much like this father. They will rather make themselves speak "English" than Mandarin to their children. English has always been deemed as a language for the intellectual. English commands better respect than it's second class cousin, Mandarin.

This is no wonder even the not English speaking parents are all rushing to command such respect by feeding their kids with "English".

Ummm, Singlish, that is.

Could'nt sleep

I had a good ten hours of undisrupted sleep that made me energised the whole of yesterday. I definitely looked great, too. When night crept in and that my energy level had still not worn off, I knew I had to do something.

I chose to surf the net.

So, there I was. With one hand feeding myself a banana to ease my hunger pang and using another hand to boot up my notebook. And yes, did I say banana is a rich source of carbohydrate. I google-searched and was amazed how two bananas could actually provide enough energy for a strenuous ninety minutes workout. How awesome!

Quite aimlessly, I was surfing from one website to another. And from another to yet another. The whole process just kept repeating and it was in monotony. I was really really bored. I caught sight of my cookery book next to my laptop and started flipping through it and finally decided to surf for food blogs.

Again, more surfing but with objective. Food Blogs.

There were many food blogs but few was to my likings mainly of the complexity of preparing. To match my standard, I sought for simple easy cooking dishes. Finally, I stumbled across a rare find. Hochiak!Delicious Asian Food . I spent nearly a good forty five minutes depleting my energy level reading the blog and thought "This is it!"

I happily bookmarked it, before I finally set off to my slumberland..

National Flag

National Day is over finally.

The thought of having to remove the National flag outside my window is enough to kill my mood. I am staying on a high level and it is no mean joke if I were to fly out of the window during the process of trying to remove the flag!

I really don't like removing it. It is not as though I like to leave it there to show my patriotism. Being patriotic has never got to do with hanging flags. Sometimes, it pisses me that there are indeed people who think otherwise. For those who has gone to the extreme of having one stuck onto their moving vehicles, I will think they are really really over board. Bored, I say. Ahem.

ANYWAY, I JUST SO DREAD THE CHORE OF HAVING TO REMOVE THE FLAG.

"Why then did you fly the flag OUT??" Good question.

Right from the beginning, I have never wanted to hang the flag out of the window. I have just said, and let me re-iterate....................

I have never thought much about flag hanging because I do not think patriotism is really about having to declare to everybody that you are being patriotic. THE MERE ACT OF HANGING THE NATIONAL FLAG OUTSIDE THE WINDOW DOES NOT NECESSARILY EQUATES TO TRUE PATRIOTISM SO WHY BOTHER.

Let me digress.

It all started that day when I met the RC chap. (RC - Residential Committee)

He was buzzing my doorbell in the eleventh hour. I knew he had it all planned because he could not stop quizzing me if I had been distributed a National flag and that since I had the flag, why aint I put the flag out and all sorts of bizzare questions that nearly set me to a mode of shame. The questions were enough to corner me to change my perspective. As intimidating as the questions seemed, what really changed me was when I was in the midst of struggling thoughts, I cast my eyes over my neighbours' windows and I saw an almost spectacular display. Nearly all my neighbours had partaken the patriotism act of hanging their flags!

Not wanting to be seen as an outcast, I immediately complied.

and so, Yes! I complied because of the peer pressure. In retrospect, I appeared to have no principle. Sad. On the hind sight, it probably was'nt a bad idea because conforming to a norm could be seen as better than going against it.

Afterall, who would'nt agree that Singaporeans are all a kiasu lot.........

Monsters

It was 11 pm and my little boy had already dozed off at my side when out of nowhere, I heard a soft flapping sound. My little girl who was still awake heard it, too. I knew it must be that little pest for I swore that I just saw it in the morning. I thought it would have already left the room but on hearing the flapping sound had proven me that I was wrong.

The flapping sound got into my girl's nerve that she was petrified. I, too, was scared. The sound seemed to come from the back of the window blind. I had every reasons to believe that the unwelcomed pest had been trapped between the window and the blind. I aptly switched on the 2 bedroom lights. With my bravery, for I had no other choice, I slided the window near the source of the flapping sound, hoping that the pest could fly through that window opening and out to the street.

We waited.

Nothing happened.

At that point of time, the flapping sound had also ceased. With bolsters in our arms, I and Jie jie cuddled up together at a corner of the room, waiting for something about to happen.

EXPECTEDLY,

out came the pest. Yes, that medium sized ugly looking moth. It was'nt that little as I thought. Just medium sized. It flew past the room, which left I and Jie jie screaming our lungs out. Afterwhich, the ugly looking pest went on to make a few more rounds before coming to a halt. Amidst the commotion, I lost track of where it was. Not knowing it's whereabouts definitely instill more fear in me. Fortunately, Jie jie spotted it. It had landed on one of the lampshades.

Both of us felt very "unsafe" in the room that we decided to make an escape to the hall. With arms wrapping each other, we lowered our heads and awkwardly made our way out, abandoning our Di di in the room with the ugly pest. Strangely, all those while when we were shouting and screaming, Di di was still in slumberland undisturbed. In contrast, I and Jie jie were behaving hysterically like mad women. How ironical!

Just then, Jie jie reported that there were TWO moths in the room. I was wondering how could that be possible?? One was just more than enough to scare my nerve out and now she said she saw TWO!!! It was already past 11 and there were TWO moths in the room!!! I was completely horrified. I needed my sleep badly but I could'nt enter the bedroom with those two ugly monsters inside. HELP!

We were just in luck because before long, my husband came home. With only plastic bags in hand, he easily cupped the moths into the bags without much effort.

All in just a split of seconds!

Resources are scarce. That's what Choice comes about!

As a parent, I have heard enough of relentless urging from the so-called intellectual ones not to deprive my kids from attending enrichment classes, be it music, dancing, swimming, drama and basically, everything that you can think of.

I have never failed to wonder if they are indeed suggesting for the general well-being of the child or is it just out of egotism that they have to say something to put people down.

Needless to say, they always and will never give up drumming these children-are-all-so-unique-so-let-them-have-grounds-to-explore values into my already stressed ears. Oh, gosh. Spare me, please!

Seriously, do you think that if parents have the means and capabilities, do you aptly think that they enjoy their little ones not learning something extraordinary? If I can have all the resources like abundance of time and money, what makes you so sure that it will not pain my heart when my little girl begs me for ballet and painting classes, and my little boy, playing piano and karate kicking??

So, people, the next time if your relentless urge is there to share your kind thoughts, please hold your horses! Check to see if the receipient could be moi because many a times, I will simply regard your kind thoughts as just another faking concern!

Oops, no offence, I hope.

Di di's new "toy"

Finally, Di di has got his new pair of glasses.

And it's freaking WHITE in colour!

It is definitely not my first choice of colour but apparently, he seems to want that colour and nothing else.

He is not even considering colours like blue or black.

"My friends' are all of those colours! I don't want to be like theirs!", he pouted when I tried my best to have him settle for a more manly colour while we were browsing for a suitable spectacles frame the other day. He frowned at my choice of colours.

Without say, I have resigned my fate to settle for whatever that has caught his eyes. As long as that colour can give him the wee bit of pride, I have nothing to complain. I will say, RESPECT ONE'S DECISION!

So, yesterday, he worn it to school for the very first time. He even declared that he looked professor-ish with his new found "toy".

Yes, I will call it his toy because it never fails to remind me how he has always behaved each time he has a new toy purchase.

I am sure that this "toy" will very likely thrill him for just the next 3 days.

Sunday

We managed to watch the Transformers only yesterday!

My boy had been pestering me to watch that show. Yes, that Transformers show. I had promised that we would definitely watch it one day.

We were supposed to be in church yesterday but there were just too many things that ought to be done that I decided to give it a miss.

My husband needed some time to pack his luggage for he would be out of town soon. Besides, he and the kids desperately needed their regular hair cut, so much time was spent in the morning at the salon.

As for myself, I had to "catch" the slight glimpse of sunlight to dry the whole load of laundry before it started to rain again. Unfortunately, much to my dismay, the weather was'nt that cheery.

Eventually, we booked the afternoon tickets to watch the movie "Transformers" after a home-cooked lunch.

I already know he has myopia

For several months, I have long suspected my boy to have vision problem. At every TV session, I have to constantly shout at him not to sit too close to the TV set but to not much of avail because the moment when he is not guarded, he will slowly inch his way closer.

So during one of our shopping trips, my husband was completely convinced by a promoter selling the Eye Exercise Device. Without hesitation, he bought it for the family! Alas, till todate, no one shares the same enthusiasm as him in believing that the device can help to alleviate eye problem. My husband has been the one and only frequent user though I do not think he need it more than anyone of us!

Finally, when my boy has been referred to see an eye specialist by the school health administer, I know the day has finally arrived. The eye specialist at The Eye Clinic wrote him a prescription for a pair of glasses.

So, my son has indeed got myopia at a power of 125 degrees.

Both eyes.

An Evangelist

This took place quite a couple of weeks ago.

It was a Sunday and a soft spoken serious looking man was at my door. He was accompanied by a teenager. Without showing me any identification pass of where he might be from, he abruptly blabbered about the need to get along well with my neighbours and asked how I could strengthen ties between neighbours.

I was clearly puzzled. My bemusement led me to stare hard at his face blankly. My jaw dropped a little and with a slight frown, I blurted, "HUH?? Are you representing any organisation to do a survey??" To that, he went on to tell me about which church he came from and that he would just want to know how neighbours should get along with one another.

As baffled as I was in the beginning, I paused for a few seconds wondering if I should answer him. Finally, I gave in, thinking that I could just shoo him off with some brief answers. Boy, was I so wrong! He continued to ask my opinion on how God will want us to live in harmony?

Happily, I went on to declare my close relationship with the Lord and hinted him that I attended my Sunday Service quite regularly hoping that he might gave my household a miss for his evangelising work. I was so wrong!

To fast forward the incident, he continued to show me bible scriptures. He even went on to visit me the 2nd time and finally 3rd time, inwhich my patience finally wore off.

Actually, I would not have felt so frustrated but I was in the midst of my afternoon nap during his 3rd visit. Therefore, his presence acted as a catalyst. Before he even had chance to preach, I

chided, "I AM very tired now, for I've just returned from church. Will it not be better for you to share God's words with the non-believers?"

Finally, after his 3rd visit, I never get to see him at my door. Come to think of it, I may be a little harsh. He probably may have good intentions but something just kept bugging me. Why are there still people like him playing evangelist to believers?

No wonder some shops won't prosperous

My boy had repeatedly asked me to get him a green pen, for the only one that was lying at home just could'nt be found. It probably had slipped its way to the Salvation Army during the last Spring cleaning.

His reminder kept buzzing in my ears that the moment the school bus sped off with my kids to school, I made a trip to the nearest neighbourhood bookstore. Happily, I settled on one green pen after having tested the ink and I thought I might as well grapped a roll of brown wrapping paper for my girl's project. I laid the two items at the cashier's table. The cashier looked up without any hint of smile. In fact, she was frowning. "YOU TAKE IT", she said curtly.

Well, normally I would'nt mind if sales people do not know how to string their words properly but if the tone is not even RIGHT, it is definitely my right to be disgusted.

Anyway, before I could react, she continued, "TAKE IT! So long. No carrier for this. And the pen so small. No need carrier for it one "

Finally, I spoke out, "Auntie, I must put the things down first. Then, I can free my hands to get money to pay you. So, how much?"

Well, the point here is, how can a little neighbourhood store survives with little or no respect of the customer service skill. Have they not heard about the need to constantly make your customers happy? I have heard enough of shop keepers ranting and raving about the high rental and low sales turnover.

I will say, "Stop it NOW. It's all in your own hands!"

No wonder it is so difficult for a neighbourhood store to be prosperous.

Are you giving me history lesson?

Yesterday, I was flipping through the Wan Bao which my father had bought.

I was disgusted that the Xiaxue Vs Steven Lim's internet drama was being reiterated in the papers ONCE AGAIN. To me, that was not news because the whole drama had already taken place days before. Nearly half of the world had already read their exchange in the virtual world.

And for WanBao to write about it only yesterday was just so lame.

My word of advice is, even if you have nothing to report and need to resort to retrieving drama episode from bloggers' websites, please at least do it with efficiency.

And you actually think it is so easy to earn our 50cents. Or is it 60cents.

Umm, let me ask my father tonight.

Best medicine of the day

If you have not read about Xiaxue Vs Steven Lim, I bet you don't really belong to this virtual world. Come on, go click their link here:

http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com

http://www.stevenlim.net

Or, to save you the trouble from the lengthy reading, you can get a glimpse of wats-going-on from Mr Brown's site:

http://mrbrown.com

Promise. Sure hilarious. Never before.

HIS last supper

Toilet roll

Has anyone ever wondered HOW MUCH toilet roll one can use in 1 week?

Note that HOW MUCH is used here as the pronoun instead of HOW MANY. I do believe there are people who stinged on their rolls to the extent of using maybe 1/3 out of it. So, for me to ask HOW MANY, will not be of relevance.

As we know, toilet paper has its conceivable purpose to different human beings. Other than the norm of wiping backside, you can use it as a substitute for tissue paper. So, one will likely use it to dab their face, wrap their nausal discharge and whats-have-u.

My record is almost like 1 roll in 3 days. And I am not even referring to using it as a substitute for tissue paper!

Mummy, mummy, I have a question

During breakfast, Jie jie was asking me question after question that kept me tongue tied for quite a while.

"Mummy, what causes rainbow?"

I stared at her blankly for a few tickling seconds, trying hard to have an answer. When none could came out from my brain and I was tempted to tell her about God's promise to Noah that she suddenly said,

"I think I know why lah. It is something to do with rain and sunlight. That's what the Young Scientist wrote."

"Mummy, mummy, how come we can stand still without falling huh. I thought the earth is round?"

"And, if I travel out of this world, can I still come back to the same earth again? Maybe can. Can go out means sure can come in one. Hor?"


Ummm, I think so.

Pending tasks

Tasks have been building up and I have'nt got the slightest motivation to get them done. Not that I do not have the time. I have ALL the time that I want. That is a bit exaggerating, is'nt it? I may not have ALL the time that I wish to have but I do have some time under my control.

Well, anyway, that's about me who sometimes love to sit on tasks. Looks like now I really must list them out to get things sorted.

Sigh! So many pending tasks and yet, too little time. Well, you know I'm kidding.


So, here comes my list:

Replenish facial wash, toner, mosturiser - This time I shall buy Laneige products. I've recently tried their strawberry yorgurt scrub and the result is really impressive. Highly recommended!

Stock up on milk powder - This is one thing that need to be prioritised. Children's well-being cannot be taken too lightly.


I have not finished reading newspaper dated since 13/7/07 - A must to keep myself abreast of everything, irregardless of the relevance to my life. I don't want to be an ignorant auntie.


To start reading Joseph Prince's new book - This is to feed my spiritual need.


To mark children's assessment - I normally must spend some time marking their work, without relying on answer sheet.


To confirm with husband about bringing his folks to hear the gospel - We have pondered over this but have yet got any concrete planning.


Sigh! So many to-do tasks.

Is this a lantern?

I have yet checked the calender but thought Lantern Festival may be coming soon. So, I asked husband if he could help design two lanterns for the darlings' lantern projects.

Husband and jie jie discussed and came up with an idea which they taught were brilliant.


Husband: "Very easy lah. Don't even need to cut or paste anything."

jie jie: "Yeah yeah yeah, just like that like that can lor."

Husband & jie jie: "hee hee ha ha!!"

Mummy: "What u all talking? What like that can liao?"

jie jie: "We thought of just putting the candle inside this water pail. Water pail already got handle mah. So just carry like that lor."

Mummy: "U all siao is it?? How to call such thing project?? Aiyah, I will figure out myself lah."

See, how can my family function properly without me!

Destined to reign

I was at the Rock to queue for Pastor Prince's new release. Managed to buy two. So, any interested party who want to get the book, do come down to the Rock at Suntec City Tower 4 or you may want to get your copy via http://www.destined2reign.com/

Money not enough?

My son called me earlier from school.

son: "Mummy, I don't have enough money to buy food."
mummy: "But how is that possible? I thought u said u have some coins with u?"

son: "Got, but only 4 coins. Not gold coins. Not enough."
mummy: "Go find jie jie for money. Tell me exactly how much you have?"

son: "Jie jie not here. Can't find her. My coins all 20cents one."
mummy: "That makes it 80cents in all. Enough lah, my dear. Go buy something."

son: "ok.."

Mmm., looks like I have to train him how to count his coins tonight. Strangely, jie jie does'nt seem to have this problem when in P1.

Levis ladies jeans

This Levis ladies jeans is bought at the local store for more than $120. Don't know what model but the label read 00185-1758. It has a C174 indicated on label, too.

Size is 25x32.

Very new as never has chance to wear it and especially now has put on weight thus is too tight for me.

Willing to sell at around $50.

Levis jeans - "Marisa" Bootcut

This is bought in the local store, costing more than $120.

Size is 27x30

Length has not been adjusted.

Worn a few times but now has put on weight, can't fit me liao.

Willing to sell at around $50.

My clothes are worth every dollars and cents!

Oh gosh, I'm having trouble with my piles of clothings in my wardrobe. They are filling out of the wardrobe space. I am so reluctant to donate all to the Salvation Army. Afterall, they are so new and some, not even worn once. Most importantly, they are in worthy of dollars and cents!!

Let's see..., people may be interested if I can provide them a cheap shopping spree here. Ok, then, I shall get things rolling with some snapshots of a few items here.

Bossy people

How not to be stressed if you were to have a super bossy mother like mine?? Never mind the many times that I have been told off by her in front of my kids what to do and what not to do, because her tongue slashing at me merely takes off at her home. "Well, it's her home what, she calls the shot", lamented myself and I can fairly accept that.

But, to come to my house and bosses me is just downright maddening! I can accept it if Iam still young and maybe single, but I AM NOT!!

So, yes she has done it yesterday in my house. It's not her first but far worst. If you can visualise how a balloon when blown to a far bigger size, its consequence will be an explosion. This balloon theory applies to me perfectly yesterday.

My infuriation may have made me confronted her but I do not feel any sense of triumph at all. I feel so defeated.

note: the following link is to serve as a constant reminder not to be "hooked" by bossy people
http://www.sedona.com/lp-bossypeople.aspx

Name calling is bad!

Just yesterday, I read with interest how our home-grown Mandopop Ho Yeow Sun being put down for her bad fashion sense in FashHag column of Urban.

Urban, being a fashion issue as provided by The Straits Times.

I do not know who the person is that hides behind the FashHag. She will better be in good fashion sense herself. You can write about fashion faus pas but to label people as "Ah Lian" is way too much.

Extra Spice? um, no thanks!

For food of convenience, I have always like the Yeo's curry chicken canned food. The taste is decent and comparable to what I usually cook using the real chicken and pre-packed curry gravy. Recently, I notice Yeo has a new version created -- Chicken Curry Extra Spice!

So, while I was out there in the NTUC Fairprice shopping for my weekly groceries, I grabbed the Special Value Pack - 3 canned of "Chicken Curry Extra Spice" without much hesitation.

The moment I poured the canned stuff into a clear bowl, I began to wonder how on earth Yeo could actually allowed such stuff in the market. The chicken parts were basically swimming in chilli oil that was clearly separated from the curry gravy. I tried heating the whole thing up in the microwave oven but to no avail of getting the thick chilli oil to dissolve in the curry gravy.

The 3 packed deals should had alerted me something. If the food was really good, the food itself would be a good attractor of buyers. The 3 packed deal was simply an indicator of something not so right!