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!

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Morning pint

I developed this habit of mine since I was a kid when my mother would instil in us the virtues of drinking water first thing in the morning. And since then, I've been gulping down a pint every morning the moment I wake up and even right before using the toilet.

1 pint is approximately
568 ml (UK) or 473 ml (US)

And now, I make it a point to drink 1 pint in the morning, another 700ml (which is my water bottle's capacity) at work and down another pint when I get home in the evenings.

All in, I guess I hit the recommended 2L of water everyday including my coffee and/or tea? With so much water going on in my system, it does makes me visit the toilet often, my skin does feels fresher (but also with SKII's help, heh) and I don't really get too lethargic at work too.

So drink up! Especially with our humid weather and especially with our humid weather.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015


With a chatty older brother, Jeb has been picking up words and speaking at a really fast pace now. He can string a proper sentence now with more than 3 words like, "I am not doing anything now", "You went to work Mama?" and stuff like, "Then the dinosaur came and eat the bear, then, then the bear no more", "The lion roar and then the bird die die". This boy has a very morbid imagination.

Whenever I look at Benjamin, my heart would always be filled with such thankfulness and gratefulness and I always think that maybe I really did something good in my previous life to deserve such a wonderful boy. And watching him grow from a tiny baby to this giant 5 year old now, I would always asked him in amazement, "Are you sure you're Benjamin?" and most times he would just nod his head.

So one day, as I was watching him do his stuff I asked him again.

Me: Are you sure you're really Benjamin?
B: Are you sure you're really Mama?

Woah, didn't see that coming kid. Good comeback!

You betcha Mama!

I can talk so much now! Bye!

Monday, June 22, 2015

English people

We've got Bangers and Mash, Fish and Chips, Battered  Snickers bars and now up and coming British label LOLA SKYE LONDON is here!

Only difference is that it's not food but they're affordable and trendy clothing from London! Duh!

Embellished Collar Blouse
Black PU Quilted

Black All Over Sequin Dress
Mesh Panel Midi Dress

I like that although it's ahem, targeted at younger women, these items that I found on Lola Skye clothing for ladies are suitable for me as well. Not too girly yet funtional for a working mother of 2 boys.

And one more picture to depict accurately how I would really dress on a daily basis. Just because their model looks way better than I do and just because. Cup of tea anyone?

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Monday, June 15, 2015


So. The worst case scenario happened yesterday.

Jeb locked himself in the room after I took his lollipop away. I have warned and repeat myself to them many, MANY times that they are not allowed to locked the door at all whether in play or whatever because it is a rented house and I HAVE NO KEYS FOR IT.

Turns out, three year olds have the memory of a goldfish. Or they're really just pushing their limits.

I was in my bathroom when I heard the door closed and the unmistakable sound of the door locking. So I came out and immediately bang on the door yelling at Jeb to OPEN THE DOOR!

At first, he was really quiet though, probably thinking his Mama was crazy. I kept banging on the door and demanding him to open it (on hindsight, it seems like we're preparing for his teenage years, gulps!) and when he tried to and realising that he can't, he started crying. For the next hour.

Okay at this point, I have to say that I was really pissed off with him and that he deserves to be locked in. I really couldn't care less that he's only three years old and there is a danger of him falling from the windows (which are securely tied with cable ties). Because all I could think of was that HE DESERVES IT. And this episode in itself would serve as a punishment to him.

Anyway, we managed to get a locksmith, after the husband tried to break the lock by drilling and You-tubing the hows to, we got him out and then.... we punished him promptly.


No reassuring hugs or kisses? Nope.

We had to inculcate to him that him being defiant on purpose has its consequences and that IT IS NOT OKAY to lock yourself in the room, AT ALL.

He was caned, made to face the wall and had to stand in front of us to apologize and went to bed without his milk.

PS: In the midst of all the hulabaloo, Benjamin asked if Jeb was gonna be locked up inside forever and me being very tired just told him that he's not helping much and he just gave a chirpy Ok! and skipped away.