Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Chicken dance

Sometimes, I wonder if I've been short-changing my kids. I would reach home and they'll be like rushing up to me while shouting excitedly, "Look Mama! Today is so and so's birthday and I've got a goodie bag!" or they'll be like, "Look Mama! Today I've got two goodie bags because 2 of my friends celebrated their birthdays in school!" and I'll be like hanging my head in shame because I didn't up their goodie bag game level up. #truestory

It also doesn't help my ego when the social media accounts that I've been following are filled with superpower mothers making gifts and presents for Teacher's Day, Children's Day and organising birthday parties for like 100 children. Okay, I'm exaggerating at this point but it's a mother upping another mother's level world out there.

Anyway, this post serves no real purpose other than making me wallow deeper in the pity party that I've just started. The end.

neh, neh ni poo poo

Friday, August 21, 2015

Family trip

We took our first ever family trip to Fremantle, Perth Australia for a week and we had so much fun! The boys took the flights very well and while Benjamin made full use of the in-flight entertainment system, Jeb spent most of it asleep! Now that's what I call a good flight.

We stayed at a pretty and cosy 1 room apartment booked through Airbnb and its location was awesome as there were plenty of supermarkets, shops and near to the bus and train stations too.





































































As it was still winter in Perth, I was initially worried about how the boys and I were going to handle the cold. Turns out, my worries were unfounded as the sun came out in full force for most of our stay there and even I had to admit that it was hot too!

 































































It was an agenda free holiday and we just went along with whatever plans we have for the day. Both the husband and I agreed that this was more for the boys to run wild in their parks, gardens and playgrounds. Thus, there was no hurrying the boys, no rushing, not much restrictions, on my part. I threw all caution to the wind as I didn't made them eat at a specific time, have balance meals and the one constant food we had was fries and pizza, though not together. 











































I guess it was a totally new experience for the boys as they got to do so many new things they wouldn't have done so in Singapore. It was a new experience for me too as I got to live their culture and lifestyle albeit a short one like their weekend markets, eating locally grown produce, drinking coffee (almost daily!) and for the husband, beer of course.

We're glad that we made this family trip happened and of course, the husband and I now need another holiday to recover post holiday, now that's a given.


Monday, August 10, 2015

Gentlemen, Start your engine!

Guess what?!!

I know I'm not a teenager any more but I do love my exclamation marks!

Say what?!!

Get on my marks?(!)

Set go!

Whoo!

Anyway, before you start your eye rolling or have already started, the F1/Singapore is going to get your adrenaline rushing soon!


















You read it right! Quick Go! Before all the deals are gone!

I even made a rhyme along with the flow! Woohoo!

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Friday, July 31, 2015

Books

I started reading really late during my primary school days. Like literally picked up on actual reading when I was in primary school, around 9 years old. I know many parents would have baulked at the notion of their children reading at such a late age, but back then I was looked after by nannies who wouldn't have known how to read themselves either. And get this, I couldn't speak a single word of English too.

And back then, when you were in Primary 1, the school would assigned a buddy, usually the P5 or P6 students to guide the P1s for a week. I obviously couldn't read nor speak English, yet the irony of it was that an Indian girl was assigned to be my buddy. I know, I know.

But!

The biggest surprise was that she could actually speak Mandarin! Yes!

Anyway, now all I could recall was that the English teacher just told me to improve on my English and I really did! Two years later. I remembered going to the library, picked up a random book and started reading there and then. And that random book was ahem, Sweet Valley Twins. Hey no judgement okay! I was young and the cover showed two very pretty Ang Moh girls.

From then on, there was no stopping me and I read with a ferocious appetite and everywhere, and I really meant everywhere I went, there's always a book in hands. However, it slowly tapered off when I started working but I still read, occasionally though and magazines count too right? Right.

And I be very honest here. I actually stopped reading when the kids came along. Oh the horrors! Yeah yeah, I know that it's important to read to the kids and all, it's just that with so much going on with children, there's only so much time you can spare with a book right? And even so, sleep always wins. Always.

But!

I recently picked up reading again. After many many years of not reading and watching too much Korean variety shows for my own good.


































Two of the books I picked up was actually an adult romance novel, albeit still slightly soft core than the usual actual adult romance novels. If you know what I mean. So as an afterthought, I thought I better picked some intelligent books (like the John Irving and Kazuo Ishiguro books), in case you know, people do judge you by the cover. Tsk Tsk.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Super George

"So what can he do?" I asked my 3 year old. He looked serious for a while before a glint of cheekiness flashed through his eyes. He looked at me and reply, "Super George can fly! Can run! And he can fight!"

And he is a make believe superhero my 3 year old came up with.

One night as we were getting ready for bed, I heard the 2 boys shouting Super George! Super George! while jumping up and down from my bed and running in and out of the room. I was highly amused as I've never heard of this character before and thought it might be a new cartoon that they saw on the television. So when I asked Benjamin if Super George was a new cartoon, he said, "No! Super George came from Didi!"

And that my friends, was how Super George is born.

































Stay tune for more adventures of Super George.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Big Bang

Early on this year, as I watched my favourite Kpop band 'live' on TV and I told myself that I had to, HAVE TO, MUST watch them 'live' in person.

And I did. Alone.

What I wore to the concert...

Best white t shirt, comfy and slouchy.
Paired it with my high top to uh, appear more youthful(?)


































But I was cool about it because it meant that no one will judge me when I scream and shout and dance!








































I thoroughly enjoyed myself and to think that I actually attended one of Korea top boy band's concert, I am MADE.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Hormones of the guilty kind

So last night, Jeb had wanted me to carry him before his bedtime. I carried him for a while and brought him to his bed but he wanted more. So I carried him a while more and did the same thing again but this time he wanted to sit on my lap, to sleep. I obliged him while I fell asleep sitting up and jerked myself awake when my leg decided to cramp itself.

So when he rolled over to his bed and was quiet for a while, I thought okay good, he's gonna sleep soon and what do you know? He decided to ask me to carry him again! Why thank you Murphy!

But I decided not to because I was tired and also, I'm not going to indulged him with all that carrying. So I lay very still while he kept whining for me to carry him. So obviously with a lying Mama and his whines unanswered, it escalated into full blown crying.

And all the while, I kept ignoring him until.... he started to ask for water. I relented, sternly told him to stay still while I went to get a cup of water for him. He drank it and then, he whimpered, "Sorry Mama, sorry Mama".

Then I broke.

My heart. Can't deal.

So this morning when I thought back on last night, it made me think of what he was actually apologizing about? Sorry that he had cried so much it made me angry? Sorry that he had made me get him a cup of water? Sorry that all he wanted was for me to carry him? Or sorry that all he wanted was to be close to me thus asking to be carried?

Damn these mother hormones.

I questioned myself if I was too harsh on him and it is always these things that makes you think you're the worst mother in the world.


































Sappiness aside, we'll be having a barbecue and hello long weekend!

Okay bye!