I really need to get it off my chest....so here goes!
Oh for crying out loud, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say it. You don't have have to comment on every post that appears on your news feed. Most of the time people are not really interested in your opinion if it's not nice. So if you disagree with something you see, you should just move on to the next line. But if you really feel the need to say something because you are feeling offended by the content. Please try and say it in a politically correct manner that will not embarrass the writer, especially if the contend wasn't offensive to begin with but it just rubbed you the wrong way. Having said all these, yes you can joke and have fun because people are not stupid. They know when you are are just goofing around and won't take it to heart.
Please keep it short, you are not writing an essay. I've seen comments that are 4 paragraphs long. You know you've written too much when your comments have a little arrow that says "read more". It means your comment got truncated because it would take up too much space on the news feed.
Also you don't have to relate your life story and experiences to the world whenever you read something that is close to your heart. Most people don't give 2 horses arse what you did 5 years ago over and over and over again. Enough already with the "......it happened to me too and you know if you do this, this will happen and this was how i got over it and now i have no regrets cos i am glad that i did that blah blah blah.......on and on and on over and over over again." You relate it once great, but hello! 75 times over the last 12 months????
You have no moral authority over people so save the lectures and speeches. Unless you really mean well, off course you if really meant well you could privately send that person a message.
Somethings are best left unknown. Leave out details that will let the entire world you have no money, poor and cannot afford most things in life.....it's not something you should be bragging about or if you had a fight with your husband. Sigh!
OK off my chest....feeling better.
Have a great weekend. :-)
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Becoming Me
As a teenager I was angry, rebellious and rather annoying. I gave my parents a hard time, teachers rolled their eyes when they saw me and my principal knew my first name and had my parents number on speed dial. I broke every single rule, defied every norm and experimented with everything. Testing boundaries and pushed every limit placed in front of me. Thank goodness I survived and made it into my twenties relatively unharmed. I picked up a few friends along the way that are still my best pals up till today. Rest of the people I met kind of just faded away and got left along the road side as I progressed on with life.
In my 20's I became a little needy and confused about myself. A chain of events left me feeling defeated and dejected with life and I started to wonder if life is just about a series of disappointments. I picked up a couple of great friends along way from the strangest places and till today they are still hanging around. But the low of my 20's made me strong and resilient. I figured out that that if something doesn't kill you, you are good to go again. At the same time I realised something far more important. You receive what you give. If you give out love, good will and effort, you will get in return more love, good will and people's effort. You also attract the nice people if you are nice and if you are just a mean motor mouth shooting off what is on your brain, you will in return attract mean people quick to judge and criticise.
Half way through my thirties. I am now certain who I am, where I am going and what is important to me. I have decided that I am no push over, floor mat and will not tolerate having people in my life that make my feel lousy about myself. It's takes courage to cut people out that you know are no good for you. I take no crap from no one and I also try to give no crap to anyone. If you surround yourself with people and things that you love, you'll find that life is indeed great. Many people live their life from day to day thinking, this is my life and there is nothing I can do about it. There is something you can do about it. One small step at a time. If you don't like the way you are being treated, walk away! You can't change the world and control what comes out of people's mouth but you can choose how you react to them. Instead of getting upset and all worked up you can remove yourself from the situation and subsequently remove them from your world. To all the great friends and people that I have met in my 30's I am truely blessed to have you in my life. As the saying goes what comes round goes round.
What lots of people fail to realise is that when you are happy and content with life, without having to put people down or turn green with envy because someone else has more in life materially, you too will become successful in all aspects of your life. It's an attitude towards life that will translate to everything you do.
Life is a journey and there are many paths and route to choose from, some take the short cut, others take the detour. At the end of the day we all arrive at the same final destination. So are you defined by the good that you have done at the end of your journey.
In my 20's I became a little needy and confused about myself. A chain of events left me feeling defeated and dejected with life and I started to wonder if life is just about a series of disappointments. I picked up a couple of great friends along way from the strangest places and till today they are still hanging around. But the low of my 20's made me strong and resilient. I figured out that that if something doesn't kill you, you are good to go again. At the same time I realised something far more important. You receive what you give. If you give out love, good will and effort, you will get in return more love, good will and people's effort. You also attract the nice people if you are nice and if you are just a mean motor mouth shooting off what is on your brain, you will in return attract mean people quick to judge and criticise.
Half way through my thirties. I am now certain who I am, where I am going and what is important to me. I have decided that I am no push over, floor mat and will not tolerate having people in my life that make my feel lousy about myself. It's takes courage to cut people out that you know are no good for you. I take no crap from no one and I also try to give no crap to anyone. If you surround yourself with people and things that you love, you'll find that life is indeed great. Many people live their life from day to day thinking, this is my life and there is nothing I can do about it. There is something you can do about it. One small step at a time. If you don't like the way you are being treated, walk away! You can't change the world and control what comes out of people's mouth but you can choose how you react to them. Instead of getting upset and all worked up you can remove yourself from the situation and subsequently remove them from your world. To all the great friends and people that I have met in my 30's I am truely blessed to have you in my life. As the saying goes what comes round goes round.
What lots of people fail to realise is that when you are happy and content with life, without having to put people down or turn green with envy because someone else has more in life materially, you too will become successful in all aspects of your life. It's an attitude towards life that will translate to everything you do.
Life is a journey and there are many paths and route to choose from, some take the short cut, others take the detour. At the end of the day we all arrive at the same final destination. So are you defined by the good that you have done at the end of your journey.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Disclaimer
I would like to state for the record that all the content in this blog are my personal opinion and points of view. So if you find the content distasteful or different from your point of view.
You can choose not to read it!
Better still go start your own blog!
I am not asking anyone to subscribe to my way of life or way of thinking.
So if you please could just keep your unkind comments to yourself.
Thanks.
You can choose not to read it!
Better still go start your own blog!
I am not asking anyone to subscribe to my way of life or way of thinking.
So if you please could just keep your unkind comments to yourself.
Thanks.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Staying Sane 101
How to stay sane: a stay home mom's guide.
1. You are responsible for your own sanity. No one can help you on that. Not your husband, your maid or your friends nor children.
2. You need to get out. Once a week, catch up with friends find out what is happening in the world, you will realise that your life isn't that bad after all.
3. Do something for yourself. Have a pedicure and manicure, go for a foot massage,get your hair washed in a salon. Try and do it at least once a month, because you have to look great to feel great. Sometimes it starts from the outside.
4. Ask for help, pay for help, beg for help. You are not super human. Realise your limitations and learn to find help.
5. Staying home is no excuse to look like the floor rug. Dress up and paint your face, it makes you feel better, people treat you better and your husband will definitely be nicer.
6. When you've had enough, it is alright to cry and let it out. No one is going to think that you are loser. Sometimes letting your guard down and showing some venerability can be an advantage.
7. Realise that no one owes you crap and you put yourself in this position. So stop blaming the world and take an aspirin.
8. If you get too weary from the routine of everyday life, take a break, the floor can be cleaned tomorrow and the laundry won't run away. Bring the kids to the playground and let them run around while you sit on your fat ass and watch them.
9. Most importantly you have to find an outlet, a sanctuary where you can be you. Some people write, some people sing in the shower, some paint, others run for miles. By the way shopping is not an outlet. It has to be something you can do as and when you feel the need to let off some steam and be alone. Rushing around a crowded mall and queueing up to try clothes is anything but relaxing.
10. Finally, every one's tolerance and equilibrium is different. Some have higher threshold, other's crumble at the sight of puke. So you have to find that balance that keeps you sane, a balance that is healthy. No 2 person are alike, wishing all you mommies out there good luck in your quest to be the best mother and yet still your own person.
*an understanding and loving husband does makes things easier, but if you don't have one, get a babysitter, find a maid, leave the kids with the in laws. If a problem can be solved with money it's not a problem. Here's to better mental health!*
1. You are responsible for your own sanity. No one can help you on that. Not your husband, your maid or your friends nor children.
2. You need to get out. Once a week, catch up with friends find out what is happening in the world, you will realise that your life isn't that bad after all.
3. Do something for yourself. Have a pedicure and manicure, go for a foot massage,get your hair washed in a salon. Try and do it at least once a month, because you have to look great to feel great. Sometimes it starts from the outside.
4. Ask for help, pay for help, beg for help. You are not super human. Realise your limitations and learn to find help.
5. Staying home is no excuse to look like the floor rug. Dress up and paint your face, it makes you feel better, people treat you better and your husband will definitely be nicer.
6. When you've had enough, it is alright to cry and let it out. No one is going to think that you are loser. Sometimes letting your guard down and showing some venerability can be an advantage.
7. Realise that no one owes you crap and you put yourself in this position. So stop blaming the world and take an aspirin.
8. If you get too weary from the routine of everyday life, take a break, the floor can be cleaned tomorrow and the laundry won't run away. Bring the kids to the playground and let them run around while you sit on your fat ass and watch them.
9. Most importantly you have to find an outlet, a sanctuary where you can be you. Some people write, some people sing in the shower, some paint, others run for miles. By the way shopping is not an outlet. It has to be something you can do as and when you feel the need to let off some steam and be alone. Rushing around a crowded mall and queueing up to try clothes is anything but relaxing.
10. Finally, every one's tolerance and equilibrium is different. Some have higher threshold, other's crumble at the sight of puke. So you have to find that balance that keeps you sane, a balance that is healthy. No 2 person are alike, wishing all you mommies out there good luck in your quest to be the best mother and yet still your own person.
*an understanding and loving husband does makes things easier, but if you don't have one, get a babysitter, find a maid, leave the kids with the in laws. If a problem can be solved with money it's not a problem. Here's to better mental health!*
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
This one's for the ladies!
Okay, Ladies in the house!
I am going out this Friday and no one is going to stop me! I am exhausted physically and mentally incapacitated. It's re-charge time. Beer, wine, gossip, laughter in a strikingly hot dress. Have to watch the shoes cause when I get tipsy I tend to take my shoes off and walk around barefooted.
I am so looking forward to some form of normality, speaking in sentences dotted with vulgarities, drinking beer and burping, smoke a cigarette and eating with proper cutlery. Hopefully the few hours of being an adult will allow some balance into my life.
So to the good ladies that I will be meeting this Friday! You wait for me I'll be there! To the rest of the good ladies that I promise to meet next week, I remember, I didn't forget. And to the good good ladies that I am meeting the week after next.....see you all very very soon. I couldn't possibly imagine my life without you guys.
So this one is for all the people in my life that have in any way big or small made a difference, you cared enough and were nice to me at some point. I am truly blessed to have you around and hope that your life is too surrounded by people that make you feel life is worth living.
Muarx
I am going out this Friday and no one is going to stop me! I am exhausted physically and mentally incapacitated. It's re-charge time. Beer, wine, gossip, laughter in a strikingly hot dress. Have to watch the shoes cause when I get tipsy I tend to take my shoes off and walk around barefooted.
I am so looking forward to some form of normality, speaking in sentences dotted with vulgarities, drinking beer and burping, smoke a cigarette and eating with proper cutlery. Hopefully the few hours of being an adult will allow some balance into my life.
So to the good ladies that I will be meeting this Friday! You wait for me I'll be there! To the rest of the good ladies that I promise to meet next week, I remember, I didn't forget. And to the good good ladies that I am meeting the week after next.....see you all very very soon. I couldn't possibly imagine my life without you guys.
So this one is for all the people in my life that have in any way big or small made a difference, you cared enough and were nice to me at some point. I am truly blessed to have you around and hope that your life is too surrounded by people that make you feel life is worth living.
Muarx
Sunday, April 18, 2010
5 day work week
I would like to propose that all stay at moms get 2 days off a week. I mean everyone else only works 5 days a week and only for 8 to 10 hours. So why should we work 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. Hell we don't even get public holidays off. Even on vacation we are not on vacation.
Imagine if you were to stay in your office, eat in your office and live with your colleagues 24 hours a day and 7 days a week for 20 years! I doubt anyone could possibly remain sane.
I am about to go insane. My 5 year old poop in her pants because the anti-biotic that she is taking causes loose stools. My 20 month old vomited 2 nights ago because she had indigestion from not chewing meat. There is only so much puke and crap I can take and clean. So it would be great if I could get 2 days off a week where I didn't have to clean puke or crap If possible not deal with whining and crying. It would be even better if I could go out and not see them for a day or 2.
It really is the most under valued and most under appreciated job in the world. No days off, no medical leave, no pay and worse of all we still get the brunt of relatives scrutiny and criticism if the child is not of considerable size. Don't get me wrong I love my children and my family but there are really days when I wake up and wish I was on a remote island all alone. The luxury of going to toilet alone and taking a shower without having to rush. God knows how many times I have ran out of the shower naked forgetting to rinse the conditioner from my hair because I heard my children screaming.
The tenacity and the mental strength required to stay home is not for the weak minded. It takes someone with extremely strong esteem and intelligence to rise above the mud and be the lotus. So if you think you can get through the day with zero adult interaction, speak in monosyllabic words, look at nothing more than the 4 walls of your house and tolerate heaps of high decibel screaming, squealing and crying. You might want to consider a career as a stay home mom. Please bear in mind that you are entitled to NO SICK LEAVE, NO ANNUAL LEAVE, NO PAY and NO CPF. You however get in return the love and adoration of your children and hopefully the kind understanding of your spouse.
Peace, over and out!
Imagine if you were to stay in your office, eat in your office and live with your colleagues 24 hours a day and 7 days a week for 20 years! I doubt anyone could possibly remain sane.
I am about to go insane. My 5 year old poop in her pants because the anti-biotic that she is taking causes loose stools. My 20 month old vomited 2 nights ago because she had indigestion from not chewing meat. There is only so much puke and crap I can take and clean. So it would be great if I could get 2 days off a week where I didn't have to clean puke or crap If possible not deal with whining and crying. It would be even better if I could go out and not see them for a day or 2.
It really is the most under valued and most under appreciated job in the world. No days off, no medical leave, no pay and worse of all we still get the brunt of relatives scrutiny and criticism if the child is not of considerable size. Don't get me wrong I love my children and my family but there are really days when I wake up and wish I was on a remote island all alone. The luxury of going to toilet alone and taking a shower without having to rush. God knows how many times I have ran out of the shower naked forgetting to rinse the conditioner from my hair because I heard my children screaming.
The tenacity and the mental strength required to stay home is not for the weak minded. It takes someone with extremely strong esteem and intelligence to rise above the mud and be the lotus. So if you think you can get through the day with zero adult interaction, speak in monosyllabic words, look at nothing more than the 4 walls of your house and tolerate heaps of high decibel screaming, squealing and crying. You might want to consider a career as a stay home mom. Please bear in mind that you are entitled to NO SICK LEAVE, NO ANNUAL LEAVE, NO PAY and NO CPF. You however get in return the love and adoration of your children and hopefully the kind understanding of your spouse.
Peace, over and out!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
None the wiser
5 years and 2 kids later, I think I can say I am really none the wiser. I struggle everyday just to get out of bed. I try not to exercise my vocal cords so often and off course I try my utmost best not to use the words "SHUT UP!".
I still haven't figured out why young children have to poo poo when you are doing something food related! Like when you are cooking lunch, feeding another child her meal or eating something. Sigh! I have thrown away countless dinners and lunches because I can't bring myself to eat anything after I have had to clean someones dung and buttock.
I did however find out that children from the same genetic pool i.e. same parents, can look totally different, behave in opposites, have distance in their temperaments as vast as the north and south pole. Yet amidst all these differences they MUST FIGHT AND PLAY WITH THAT ONE TOY! Even if I bought 2 identical items they will still fight.
Everyday I wake up just hoping to make it through the day without being worn down emotionally and physically by 2 small humans that I created. The last 3 days have been rather horrendous for me but that is a totally different story. I really think that when they finally grow up and decide that they don't me hanging around them anymore will truely be a happy day for me. Because that would mean that I have done such a great job raising them to be independent, strong, happy people able to look out for themselves. But more importantly I would be able to move on to the next stage of my life whatever or where ever it might take me.
I still haven't figured out why young children have to poo poo when you are doing something food related! Like when you are cooking lunch, feeding another child her meal or eating something. Sigh! I have thrown away countless dinners and lunches because I can't bring myself to eat anything after I have had to clean someones dung and buttock.
I did however find out that children from the same genetic pool i.e. same parents, can look totally different, behave in opposites, have distance in their temperaments as vast as the north and south pole. Yet amidst all these differences they MUST FIGHT AND PLAY WITH THAT ONE TOY! Even if I bought 2 identical items they will still fight.
Everyday I wake up just hoping to make it through the day without being worn down emotionally and physically by 2 small humans that I created. The last 3 days have been rather horrendous for me but that is a totally different story. I really think that when they finally grow up and decide that they don't me hanging around them anymore will truely be a happy day for me. Because that would mean that I have done such a great job raising them to be independent, strong, happy people able to look out for themselves. But more importantly I would be able to move on to the next stage of my life whatever or where ever it might take me.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Overheard
This entry is to archive some of the darnest things my 4 year old has ever said.
#1. Lesson on Royal relations and her subjects.
"Daddy you are a King. Mommy you are a Queen. So I am a Princess right? and Nikky is a baby Princess." Turns and look at the maid. "You are the maid, so you just have to take care of the Baby Princess."
#2. Lesson on how the Internet works.
"Mommy? Is it you put the picture in the computer and it will float float float to your friends computer through the wire? that is why they can see my picture!"
#3. Lesson on nutrition
"You have to eat everyday, eat a lot a lot of different things. Cannot just eat instant noodles. I want to see you eat OK! Must eat rice, vegetables, meat, fish and apples and oranges...." lecturing the maid on her not so healthy diet.
#4. Lesson on how to put someone in their place.
Neighbour's kid ran into my house while Letitia was having dinner and said, "So big already still need some one to feed you! Shame Shame!" REBUTTAL of the CENTURY came flying out of my daughter's mouth, "Why cannot is it? She is my maid what!"
#5. Lesson on life and death
"Mommy, will I die? I don't want to die?" I looked at her and said, "Everyone dies when they grow old.....you are still very young very very far away from dying." Miss smarty pants replied, "Oh, so if I don't grow up, I won't grow old right? so i won't die la........I don't want to eat anymore. Cos if I eat i will grow up and i will die...." I answered her, "If you don't eat you will also die." Letitia, "Okay.....but you cannot die har mummy, i dun want you to die ok?"
#1. Lesson on Royal relations and her subjects.
"Daddy you are a King. Mommy you are a Queen. So I am a Princess right? and Nikky is a baby Princess." Turns and look at the maid. "You are the maid, so you just have to take care of the Baby Princess."
#2. Lesson on how the Internet works.
"Mommy? Is it you put the picture in the computer and it will float float float to your friends computer through the wire? that is why they can see my picture!"
#3. Lesson on nutrition
"You have to eat everyday, eat a lot a lot of different things. Cannot just eat instant noodles. I want to see you eat OK! Must eat rice, vegetables, meat, fish and apples and oranges...." lecturing the maid on her not so healthy diet.
#4. Lesson on how to put someone in their place.
Neighbour's kid ran into my house while Letitia was having dinner and said, "So big already still need some one to feed you! Shame Shame!" REBUTTAL of the CENTURY came flying out of my daughter's mouth, "Why cannot is it? She is my maid what!"
#5. Lesson on life and death
"Mommy, will I die? I don't want to die?" I looked at her and said, "Everyone dies when they grow old.....you are still very young very very far away from dying." Miss smarty pants replied, "Oh, so if I don't grow up, I won't grow old right? so i won't die la........I don't want to eat anymore. Cos if I eat i will grow up and i will die...." I answered her, "If you don't eat you will also die." Letitia, "Okay.....but you cannot die har mummy, i dun want you to die ok?"
Monday, August 24, 2009
Updates....
Okie Dokie...i have several things to say today. Been a bit scattered lately and can't really find time to organise my thoughts. Have so thought running through my head all day.
Ethnic minority. I never would imagine that living in
Next! I had a freak accident a couple of days ago. While taking a shower a big huge fat glob of shower gel flew into my eye. Aiyo! it was the most painful thing ever. Anyway to cut a long story short, I ended up attending one of my best friend's birthday thingy cos I couldn't open my eyes. I am still having a swollen eye and its still red at the moment. A trip to GP diagnosed me with Acute conjunctivitis due to allergies. Kill me la....
Anyway I am sitting here and wanted to refer to yesterdays newspaper for the property listings and my maid actually threw the newspaper away. she throws the newpaper away everyday! really nothing else better to do....never clean my door but can be bothered to bring the newapsper downstairs everyday for recycling. Come to think of it....must be really lazy lor....i told her to go and get it back.....been gone for 10 mins and still not back. sorry got a bit distracted there.
what else happened..hmmm....ah yes. My 4 year old got scolding from me and husband for interrupting our conversation guess what she said, “I am going to call the police to catch you and lock you up in the cage!” WAH! I tell you can vomit blood. 4 years old can say this kind of things. We made her apologise for what she said but she still can talk back. Guess what she said….it’s super classic. “Oh the little pony throw the daddy and mummy out the window already.” She knows how to redirect her feelings of anger and personify through an inanimate object that she was playing with. Uuurggghhhhhh……
Plus that Nikky-doo has started to crawl and her hands are like octopus. Everytime I turn my back she is up to no good. Last night for about 15 minutes when I was in the room trying to sort out some bills all I heard was my husband shouting “No Nikky no..come here nikky! NO! NO! nikky….” And the battle begins!
Have to run its Monday and its school bus driver again.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
i tahan......i tahan....
It just keeps getting better. Today I found dried fish scales stuck to my dishes! Huh? Yes, you heard me right. Fish scales dried and fossilised on my plates. I understand if its traces of food like cheese. But fish scales????? And I have mouldy chilli in my fridge, it had like fluffy white stuff growing all over it....come to think of it...it looked like a pussy willow...you know the CNY plant.
I don't even know what to say. What do you expect me to say.
There are fish scales stuck to my plate from yesterday....or.....why is there dried fish scales on my plate.....or......you FARKING never wash the plate and put it back in the cupboard is it????
I didn't say anything. I just gave her the plate......dunno if she knew if it was fish scales.....maybe she thought it's part of the design of the plate. I give up. Just keep my fingers crossed that my family won't get food poisoning. It's gotten so bad that I will rinse out all the kids dishes with hot water before I put food in it. Worried that she might have put soap on it and forgot to rinse it out.
Oh did I also mention that she doesn't clean the inside of my microwave or my fridge. Imagine my horror one day when i opened the microwave and saw bits of food stuck to the top and side of the walls. Oh the fridge....hahhahaha...she has never cleaned the inside of a fridge before....ahahhahaha......she didn't know it could be cleaned. I had to teach her how to take the shelves out.
And for the last 6 months she has not cleaned my kitchen door. I leaned on it a few days ago and got stuck to the door because it was so greasy...it had become like glue!!!!! WLE! You all know who I am talking about la. She has 4 years experience in Singapore lor, really makes you wonder how other people live?????
Oh oh oh oh oh oh....the Ultimate GROSSSSSSSSSSSS thing!!!! The first few days when she arrived she didn't lift the toilet seat to wash the toilet. I lifted the seat and I almost passed out, it was worse than MRT station toilet okay. I was wondering why my bathroom was reeking of pee and found out that she only use the brush to inside of the bowl........haiz........
Enough whining for the day. Need to go and recharge so that I can face another day of whatever you call it..........its not all bad....at least i dun have to do it myself....just need to tahan.....and tahan somemore.........
I don't even know what to say. What do you expect me to say.
There are fish scales stuck to my plate from yesterday....or.....why is there dried fish scales on my plate.....or......you FARKING never wash the plate and put it back in the cupboard is it????
I didn't say anything. I just gave her the plate......dunno if she knew if it was fish scales.....maybe she thought it's part of the design of the plate. I give up. Just keep my fingers crossed that my family won't get food poisoning. It's gotten so bad that I will rinse out all the kids dishes with hot water before I put food in it. Worried that she might have put soap on it and forgot to rinse it out.
Oh did I also mention that she doesn't clean the inside of my microwave or my fridge. Imagine my horror one day when i opened the microwave and saw bits of food stuck to the top and side of the walls. Oh the fridge....hahhahaha...she has never cleaned the inside of a fridge before....ahahhahaha......she didn't know it could be cleaned. I had to teach her how to take the shelves out.
And for the last 6 months she has not cleaned my kitchen door. I leaned on it a few days ago and got stuck to the door because it was so greasy...it had become like glue!!!!! WLE! You all know who I am talking about la. She has 4 years experience in Singapore lor, really makes you wonder how other people live?????
Oh oh oh oh oh oh....the Ultimate GROSSSSSSSSSSSS thing!!!! The first few days when she arrived she didn't lift the toilet seat to wash the toilet. I lifted the seat and I almost passed out, it was worse than MRT station toilet okay. I was wondering why my bathroom was reeking of pee and found out that she only use the brush to inside of the bowl........haiz........
Enough whining for the day. Need to go and recharge so that I can face another day of whatever you call it..........its not all bad....at least i dun have to do it myself....just need to tahan.....and tahan somemore.........
Friday, August 14, 2009
For potential mums out there.....
How to keep an 11 month old occupied while you are having dinner.
Always have the following items.
1) Mints or candy in a box. So that they can shake and fling across the room. Hopefully it doesn't hit someone on the head.
2) Plastic Bag. It makes a lot of sound and they love it.
3) Wet tissue and tissue paper. They love to pull paper out of the pack and tear it to bits. The good thing is you don't have to clean up the mess if you are eating out.
4) Keys. Just make sure you are eating at a noisy place. Cling clang cling clang....
5) Food would be good too.
6) Menu with lots of pictures. So that they can look at all the colourful pictures and lick the damn thing.
But keep the following away from them.
1) Chopsticks and forks. These small people like to poke themselves with it.
2) Edge of the table. Small people also like to lick the rims.
3) Napkins, coasters, placemats.....they have incredible strength and can drag every from the table onto the floor with one swift movement.
Always have the following items.
1) Mints or candy in a box. So that they can shake and fling across the room. Hopefully it doesn't hit someone on the head.
2) Plastic Bag. It makes a lot of sound and they love it.
3) Wet tissue and tissue paper. They love to pull paper out of the pack and tear it to bits. The good thing is you don't have to clean up the mess if you are eating out.
4) Keys. Just make sure you are eating at a noisy place. Cling clang cling clang....
5) Food would be good too.
6) Menu with lots of pictures. So that they can look at all the colourful pictures and lick the damn thing.
But keep the following away from them.
1) Chopsticks and forks. These small people like to poke themselves with it.
2) Edge of the table. Small people also like to lick the rims.
3) Napkins, coasters, placemats.....they have incredible strength and can drag every from the table onto the floor with one swift movement.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The worse day of the year award
TODAY SUCKED! SUCKED BIG TIME!!!!!!
I possibly just had the worse day of 2009 today. I woke up with a spinning head. Hungover from too much Chardonnay the night before. Dragged my cellulite fat ass out of bed and did the usual crap. Arrived at Letitia's school and they found an ulcer in her mouth so she was sent home. So home we came.
I was suppose to meet a friend in town to run some errands, thank goodness D was home and l left the girls with him. Almost fell asleep driving to serangoon to pick her up, drove to Bras Brasah did the thing.
To cut the long story short. Nikky aka Ah beng won't sleep. She cried from 6pm to 7.30pm non stop. She vomited once in her cot. Another time on the bedroom floor. Third time while she was sitting in the high chair while we were cleaning up her room. She changed 3 sets of pajamas was covered in puke. Won't stop yelling and screaming....
To make matters worse while I was trying to deal with this creature, Letitia got bitten by mozzies and she started crying. Aiyo! Really just put a gun to my head and shot me dead. She has horrid skin and every time she gets bitten by any insects it will swell to the size of a golf ball. it will become red, hard, inflamed and painful. sigh....she was attacked multiple times and she was wailing.
So out of the creature's room I came running to see what was happening.......at the mean time the creature was still wailing.
Why Why Why Why did I have children!!!!
I possibly just had the worse day of 2009 today. I woke up with a spinning head. Hungover from too much Chardonnay the night before. Dragged my cellulite fat ass out of bed and did the usual crap. Arrived at Letitia's school and they found an ulcer in her mouth so she was sent home. So home we came.
I was suppose to meet a friend in town to run some errands, thank goodness D was home and l left the girls with him. Almost fell asleep driving to serangoon to pick her up, drove to Bras Brasah did the thing.
To cut the long story short. Nikky aka Ah beng won't sleep. She cried from 6pm to 7.30pm non stop. She vomited once in her cot. Another time on the bedroom floor. Third time while she was sitting in the high chair while we were cleaning up her room. She changed 3 sets of pajamas was covered in puke. Won't stop yelling and screaming....
To make matters worse while I was trying to deal with this creature, Letitia got bitten by mozzies and she started crying. Aiyo! Really just put a gun to my head and shot me dead. She has horrid skin and every time she gets bitten by any insects it will swell to the size of a golf ball. it will become red, hard, inflamed and painful. sigh....she was attacked multiple times and she was wailing.
So out of the creature's room I came running to see what was happening.......at the mean time the creature was still wailing.
Why Why Why Why did I have children!!!!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Pain in the buttock
Here is a snippet of my life......... Sigh! Where do I even begin....from the start I suppose.
My journey out of freedom into maid slavery started when I was pregnant with my second child. The first maid that we got lasted a grand total of 14 days. She was a strange person, she mumbled to herself all day. She got up at 4am in the morning to pray and chant. It kind of freaked me out. She wore this psycho smile on her face all day and I was actually afriad of her. One evening I walked pass her room and found her bags all packed. I was so afraid that she would run away that night I didn't sleep. But she didn't run away la.....i still haven't figured out why her bags were packed. Maybe she was thinking about running away.
The second maid, was 100 times better. She could cook and clean and look after kids. She was obviously experienced and had 8 years behind her as a maid. Ah! but here is the problem....because she was so experienced..... She could not tolerate any comments about her cooking. She made it personal. I couldn't even give her my input if the food was too salty. She would get offended. She also slept the most, I think she overslept at least 2 times a week. I would get up at 7am and she would still be sleeping. But in all fairness, she was a great help during my confinement after I delivered Danica. This maid was a little petty and had big time attitude. One morning she woke up 6 months into her contract and told me that she wanted to go home. Hmmmm.....ok!
So off to the agency again to search for another maid. I was a bit desperate at this stage I had 2 young children and couldn't manage alone. Just the night feeds was driving insane. So I just took the first thing available. Aiyo! Kill me la.......this was the WORSE maid I have ever had. She couldn't cook, she ate so much food my grocery bill almost doubled. She used so much detergent and household cleaner I was buying detergent all the time!!!! She couldn't even make formula milk. But the ultimate ultimate ultimate was she stole my shampoo, facial care products for her own use, even though I paid for all her toiletries. She requested to make phone calls home all the time. What really pissed me off was she stole "bak kwa" and hid in her room so that only she could eat it. To give you an idea of how much she ate! We finished off 5kg of rice every other week, normally it would last us more than a month. I do not eat carbohydrates so the only people eating rice was Letitia, Danica and the MAID. Finally after 3 months I had enough of cooking dinner for her, so that she could forget to sterilise my daughter's bottles.
This current maid is number 4. She is ok. But she has her idiosyncracies, she only eats instant noodles. That is all she eats. She eats it RAW! UNCOOKED! She has been with me for 6 months and here are some of the things that she has said or did...... makes me wonder why I still allow her to stay in my home.
Examples:
Jam Issues
Me: there is no more jam, why didn't you tell me?
Maid: sir, eat one and he eat alot!
Me: he paid for it he can use it to wash his hair if he wants. why you didn't tell me there is no more jam?
Maid: i was going to tell you tomorrow.
Pork Ribs issue
Maid: there is no more pork ribs.
Me: (walk to the fridge and took out 3 packs of ribs) What is this?
Maid: this is not for pork ribs for soup, it is to fry.
Me: (threw the ribs back into the fridge and took out 2 packs of ribs for frying) What is this?
Maid: ........................................
Instructional issues
Me: (calling the maid over the phone from outside) make dinner we are coming home to eat. Cook Pork with ginger and spring onion. Brocolli & Beef with bean paste and Lady's finger with sambal chilli.
Maid: ok
Came home and saw Pork with ginger and coriander, beef and brocolli in oyster sauce and Lady's finger in bean paste with black pepper.......*__* not a SINGLE dish was done correctly. Aiyo! I am not giving instructions to fly Apollo 13 home from the moon lor. For crying out loud its dinner! I couldn't eat anything.........mind you this happened today.
Window issues
Neighbour from downstairs banging at my door. I opened the door and the woman was screaming at me. Why you pour water out of your window? my house is flooded! I looked at the maid......WHAT DID YOU DO! Go and clean up the neighbour's house now. She washed the windows with a pail of water and the neighbour's windows were open. sigh.............what is wrong with this people!!!!
Car issues
We have a SUV, which is rather tall and most people won't be able to reach the roof of the car unless you stand on a stool. So for about 3 months the roof of my car was not washed. One morning I asked her, " You never bring stool how you wash the roof of the car har?" she replied," I stand on the tyre." ...................off course never wash la....my husband is 6ft 2 inches tall........he sees everything.....including the roof of the SUV.
Falling asleep
She dozes off when we take her out, the moment we sit down to eat she falls asleep. She falls asleep the moment she gets into the car. She falls asleep when playing with the baby. She falls asleep in the toilet ( I suspect) because she hides in the toilet for about 15 minutes everyday in the afternoon without fail. She falls asleep when when I am looking at her. She falls asleep when I am not looking at her. So I told her the reason she is so sleepy all the time.......IT'S because she doesn't eat. Just like fire without wood la.............................sigh....what do it do!
kuah kuah kuah.....now do you envy me????
My journey out of freedom into maid slavery started when I was pregnant with my second child. The first maid that we got lasted a grand total of 14 days. She was a strange person, she mumbled to herself all day. She got up at 4am in the morning to pray and chant. It kind of freaked me out. She wore this psycho smile on her face all day and I was actually afriad of her. One evening I walked pass her room and found her bags all packed. I was so afraid that she would run away that night I didn't sleep. But she didn't run away la.....i still haven't figured out why her bags were packed. Maybe she was thinking about running away.
The second maid, was 100 times better. She could cook and clean and look after kids. She was obviously experienced and had 8 years behind her as a maid. Ah! but here is the problem....because she was so experienced..... She could not tolerate any comments about her cooking. She made it personal. I couldn't even give her my input if the food was too salty. She would get offended. She also slept the most, I think she overslept at least 2 times a week. I would get up at 7am and she would still be sleeping. But in all fairness, she was a great help during my confinement after I delivered Danica. This maid was a little petty and had big time attitude. One morning she woke up 6 months into her contract and told me that she wanted to go home. Hmmmm.....ok!
So off to the agency again to search for another maid. I was a bit desperate at this stage I had 2 young children and couldn't manage alone. Just the night feeds was driving insane. So I just took the first thing available. Aiyo! Kill me la.......this was the WORSE maid I have ever had. She couldn't cook, she ate so much food my grocery bill almost doubled. She used so much detergent and household cleaner I was buying detergent all the time!!!! She couldn't even make formula milk. But the ultimate ultimate ultimate was she stole my shampoo, facial care products for her own use, even though I paid for all her toiletries. She requested to make phone calls home all the time. What really pissed me off was she stole "bak kwa" and hid in her room so that only she could eat it. To give you an idea of how much she ate! We finished off 5kg of rice every other week, normally it would last us more than a month. I do not eat carbohydrates so the only people eating rice was Letitia, Danica and the MAID. Finally after 3 months I had enough of cooking dinner for her, so that she could forget to sterilise my daughter's bottles.
This current maid is number 4. She is ok. But she has her idiosyncracies, she only eats instant noodles. That is all she eats. She eats it RAW! UNCOOKED! She has been with me for 6 months and here are some of the things that she has said or did...... makes me wonder why I still allow her to stay in my home.
Examples:
Jam Issues
Me: there is no more jam, why didn't you tell me?
Maid: sir, eat one and he eat alot!
Me: he paid for it he can use it to wash his hair if he wants. why you didn't tell me there is no more jam?
Maid: i was going to tell you tomorrow.
Pork Ribs issue
Maid: there is no more pork ribs.
Me: (walk to the fridge and took out 3 packs of ribs) What is this?
Maid: this is not for pork ribs for soup, it is to fry.
Me: (threw the ribs back into the fridge and took out 2 packs of ribs for frying) What is this?
Maid: ........................................
Instructional issues
Me: (calling the maid over the phone from outside) make dinner we are coming home to eat. Cook Pork with ginger and spring onion. Brocolli & Beef with bean paste and Lady's finger with sambal chilli.
Maid: ok
Came home and saw Pork with ginger and coriander, beef and brocolli in oyster sauce and Lady's finger in bean paste with black pepper.......*__* not a SINGLE dish was done correctly. Aiyo! I am not giving instructions to fly Apollo 13 home from the moon lor. For crying out loud its dinner! I couldn't eat anything.........mind you this happened today.
Window issues
Neighbour from downstairs banging at my door. I opened the door and the woman was screaming at me. Why you pour water out of your window? my house is flooded! I looked at the maid......WHAT DID YOU DO! Go and clean up the neighbour's house now. She washed the windows with a pail of water and the neighbour's windows were open. sigh.............what is wrong with this people!!!!
Car issues
We have a SUV, which is rather tall and most people won't be able to reach the roof of the car unless you stand on a stool. So for about 3 months the roof of my car was not washed. One morning I asked her, " You never bring stool how you wash the roof of the car har?" she replied," I stand on the tyre." ...................off course never wash la....my husband is 6ft 2 inches tall........he sees everything.....including the roof of the SUV.
Falling asleep
She dozes off when we take her out, the moment we sit down to eat she falls asleep. She falls asleep the moment she gets into the car. She falls asleep when playing with the baby. She falls asleep in the toilet ( I suspect) because she hides in the toilet for about 15 minutes everyday in the afternoon without fail. She falls asleep when when I am looking at her. She falls asleep when I am not looking at her. So I told her the reason she is so sleepy all the time.......IT'S because she doesn't eat. Just like fire without wood la.............................sigh....what do it do!
kuah kuah kuah.....now do you envy me????
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Life is a Pie
As a dear friend so appropriately phrased it my "sojourn to seek the meaning of her existence" has ended and I am now back in reality. I didn't find the answer to the meaning of my existence but I manage to see the world from other people's eyes and through them I also see myself.
As I went about the last 4 days I realised that I so missed the mobility and the amount of things I can accomplish in such a short amount of time. At the same time I was constantly worrying about things at home. One thing that put everything into perspective for me was what the foot reflexologist said to me. " I wish I had children when I was younger, I am really lonely now, but what can I do......it was a decision I made not to have children and I am paying the price now." as I walked away I couldn't help think about what she had said. She is so right! It's a decision that you make. Whether to have or not to have children and since I have decided to have children I will have to learn that no matter what I did nothing is going to change the fact that I will forever be defined as a Mother. It will always be a part of my identity and it doesn't mean that it should be my only identity.
Being selfish is not always a bad thing because being too selfless can sometimes backfire. How true! This was what a friend said to me over the phone. And all off a sudden all the guilt I felt for leaving my children and husband behind disappeared. I mean I wasn't running away from home for good neither am I endangering their life's by taking a 4 day break. Hack why should I feel bad about wanting to spend time alone. Time to roam the streets, watch a movie, have wine with friends and have things done when I want it to be done.
I may never find the answers I am looking for but at the end of the day I have a loving husband that adores me, 2 beautiful children and a bunch of really great friends that has been with me almost all my life. As my better half would say "there is technically nothing wrong with your life" and he is right. But there isn't a need for reasons or rationale or justification for the way I feel.
To me life is a pie, some people are sweet cherry pies, cinnamon apple pie, some are savoury chicken pies or shepherds pie. Some people's pies are cut in quarters, some are cut into 8 slices and some are uncut. The more you cut your pie the more richly complex your life will be, not necessarily better though. With each slice you share a part of you with someone else and in return you become a part of someones pie. Sometimes you have slices missing from your pie cos someone ate a slice and you never got it replaced......other have evenly cut pies while some have strangely cut pies.........hmmm....little simplistic but you get my drift.....
So what pie am I????
As I went about the last 4 days I realised that I so missed the mobility and the amount of things I can accomplish in such a short amount of time. At the same time I was constantly worrying about things at home. One thing that put everything into perspective for me was what the foot reflexologist said to me. " I wish I had children when I was younger, I am really lonely now, but what can I do......it was a decision I made not to have children and I am paying the price now." as I walked away I couldn't help think about what she had said. She is so right! It's a decision that you make. Whether to have or not to have children and since I have decided to have children I will have to learn that no matter what I did nothing is going to change the fact that I will forever be defined as a Mother. It will always be a part of my identity and it doesn't mean that it should be my only identity.
Being selfish is not always a bad thing because being too selfless can sometimes backfire. How true! This was what a friend said to me over the phone. And all off a sudden all the guilt I felt for leaving my children and husband behind disappeared. I mean I wasn't running away from home for good neither am I endangering their life's by taking a 4 day break. Hack why should I feel bad about wanting to spend time alone. Time to roam the streets, watch a movie, have wine with friends and have things done when I want it to be done.
I may never find the answers I am looking for but at the end of the day I have a loving husband that adores me, 2 beautiful children and a bunch of really great friends that has been with me almost all my life. As my better half would say "there is technically nothing wrong with your life" and he is right. But there isn't a need for reasons or rationale or justification for the way I feel.
To me life is a pie, some people are sweet cherry pies, cinnamon apple pie, some are savoury chicken pies or shepherds pie. Some people's pies are cut in quarters, some are cut into 8 slices and some are uncut. The more you cut your pie the more richly complex your life will be, not necessarily better though. With each slice you share a part of you with someone else and in return you become a part of someones pie. Sometimes you have slices missing from your pie cos someone ate a slice and you never got it replaced......other have evenly cut pies while some have strangely cut pies.........hmmm....little simplistic but you get my drift.....
So what pie am I????
Monday, July 20, 2009
Figuring it out
In about a week from now, I will be going on a journey. A solo journey to rejuvenate myself. I will leave all that is dear to me heart and embark on a journey of discovery. Hoping to find that whatever I was looking was right next to me all these while.
I have been thinking the last few days.
I do not really have a problem with my existence, I am very comfortable in my skin and I believe that I have not lead an ordinary and will have an extraordinary life. But rather I have a burning desire to figure out the purpose of the existence of the entire human race. A bit bizarre!
Some people say that I complicate things but I think, in true fact, I am trying to simplify things. Life is inherently simple. It is Man that have complicated and corrupted it, with our strange need to conquer, catalog, organise, categorise, invent, kill, endanger, abuse and deplete. Before I deviate to another topic completely......all i am trying to figure out is this senseless world that we live in. Look beyond the war, politics, economics, religion and strip it down to it's simplest form. That is what I am talking about......at the end of the day. What does it all come down too? Hmmmm.....because if you strip the Queen of England down to her knickers and left her stranded on island she is going to be no different from the anyone....
No, I am not going all bonkers neither am I thinking of becoming a nun. No way I am giving my bags aways. I think I am at a point in my life where I am so at peace with my being and my state if being that I need some form of transient connection with the rest of the universe. I don't even make sense to myself sometimes, my circular logic brain keeps going round in circles. So it is true that we were put here as a test and to be a living testament, as a transient guest that will eventually depart for a better place? Which pretty much explains why life is big huge gigantic obstacle course, some clear it with speed, accuracy and grace. While some fumble, fall and never get up.
I shall leave my train of thought for the now........................................................
I have been thinking the last few days.
I do not really have a problem with my existence, I am very comfortable in my skin and I believe that I have not lead an ordinary and will have an extraordinary life. But rather I have a burning desire to figure out the purpose of the existence of the entire human race. A bit bizarre!
Some people say that I complicate things but I think, in true fact, I am trying to simplify things. Life is inherently simple. It is Man that have complicated and corrupted it, with our strange need to conquer, catalog, organise, categorise, invent, kill, endanger, abuse and deplete. Before I deviate to another topic completely......all i am trying to figure out is this senseless world that we live in. Look beyond the war, politics, economics, religion and strip it down to it's simplest form. That is what I am talking about......at the end of the day. What does it all come down too? Hmmmm.....because if you strip the Queen of England down to her knickers and left her stranded on island she is going to be no different from the anyone....
No, I am not going all bonkers neither am I thinking of becoming a nun. No way I am giving my bags aways. I think I am at a point in my life where I am so at peace with my being and my state if being that I need some form of transient connection with the rest of the universe. I don't even make sense to myself sometimes, my circular logic brain keeps going round in circles. So it is true that we were put here as a test and to be a living testament, as a transient guest that will eventually depart for a better place? Which pretty much explains why life is big huge gigantic obstacle course, some clear it with speed, accuracy and grace. While some fumble, fall and never get up.
I shall leave my train of thought for the now........................................................
Friday, July 17, 2009
No no No No no....
I am determined to have a life. One that is full of zest, adventure and new experiences. I am not about to sit on my fat ass all day and watch the world go by. RECLAIM! RECLAIM!
No no no its not about eating in fancy restaurants, its about accumulating and learning from new people, places, sights and smells. Food for the soul is all about things in life that will make you wiser and deeper. I won't want to spend my time on earth just hoarding and buying material things. I want to built a life time of memories that I can bring with me everywhere that I go.
Yes, Louboutins would be nice but what good would Louboutins do if you didn't know Louboutins were!!! that is my point! I want my sum to be complexly rich.
It's kind of hard to put into words how I visualise the end of me. But it has to be without regrets and it's paramount that I have done all I can to make sure I didn't live an existence of NULL. My life has to mean something and it has to have meant something to people. No! I don't want to change the world or save the world from poverty. Rather I need to make sense of the world....this crazy world that we live in.
Sorry for the philosophical entry but sometimes humans need more than just sustenance and love. We as a race have been reduced to literally nothing. The useless pursuits of things that define us are all being looked for in the wrong places and I really wonder if anyone feels the same way as I do.
Yes yes no man is an island and society is to be blamed for everything.
I am a functionalist. I honestly believe that everything has a function or it will cease to exist. Same goes for humans. So what is the function of humans??? or rather the common Joe, people like me and you and millions out there. Do we function and exist to seek and learn or do we exist to function? But what function? that is my quest!! But seek and learn what? How to live within social norms and how to conform to what others do? This is really bugging the hell out of me. But if this is the case than life is really rather pointless. The older I get the more disturbing it has become. No! I don't want to study why people do the things they do and behave the they do. I need the simple answer to human existence!
Maybe I should pack my bags and go into the remote mountains of Tibet to find the true meaning of life. Or I could trek into the depths of the Himalayas and seek the truth. I doubt I will find anything there because the meaning and truth is what you make it and I seriously think it lies within each and everyone of us.
How I am going to retrieve that I am still trying to figure out...this is my void in life and maybe the answer is flux! constant change and new experiences. Maybe its my inquisitive nature that is always looking for answers to questions that have plagued mankind for thousands of years. So if I wasn't so free and kaypoh I won't be thinking about things like that...........
Hmmm.....so if you think have even the slightest clue what I am trying to say here...I say call me and we will have a discourse on how to figure this out. I wished I could have written this better but my state of mind at the moment doesn't really allow me to further organise my thoughts in any other way. I seemed to be having a clog somewhere in my schemata.
I have given it much thought, the existence of a higher being still doesn't answer my question of the basis of human existence and its purpose. Religion so far hasn't offered me the answer, it gives answers to what we should do and where we will go after we are done here. But it some how doesn't tell us why we are here.....hmmm....maybe I missed out a few pages. Maybe its this continuity thing that is common theme, we never really disappear and that the soul lives forever. Maybe the idea of eternity is wat bugs me????
I will leave it for now. I am going to take a break from myself.
Cheers and out!
No no no its not about eating in fancy restaurants, its about accumulating and learning from new people, places, sights and smells. Food for the soul is all about things in life that will make you wiser and deeper. I won't want to spend my time on earth just hoarding and buying material things. I want to built a life time of memories that I can bring with me everywhere that I go.
Yes, Louboutins would be nice but what good would Louboutins do if you didn't know Louboutins were!!! that is my point! I want my sum to be complexly rich.
It's kind of hard to put into words how I visualise the end of me. But it has to be without regrets and it's paramount that I have done all I can to make sure I didn't live an existence of NULL. My life has to mean something and it has to have meant something to people. No! I don't want to change the world or save the world from poverty. Rather I need to make sense of the world....this crazy world that we live in.
Sorry for the philosophical entry but sometimes humans need more than just sustenance and love. We as a race have been reduced to literally nothing. The useless pursuits of things that define us are all being looked for in the wrong places and I really wonder if anyone feels the same way as I do.
Yes yes no man is an island and society is to be blamed for everything.
I am a functionalist. I honestly believe that everything has a function or it will cease to exist. Same goes for humans. So what is the function of humans??? or rather the common Joe, people like me and you and millions out there. Do we function and exist to seek and learn or do we exist to function? But what function? that is my quest!! But seek and learn what? How to live within social norms and how to conform to what others do? This is really bugging the hell out of me. But if this is the case than life is really rather pointless. The older I get the more disturbing it has become. No! I don't want to study why people do the things they do and behave the they do. I need the simple answer to human existence!
Maybe I should pack my bags and go into the remote mountains of Tibet to find the true meaning of life. Or I could trek into the depths of the Himalayas and seek the truth. I doubt I will find anything there because the meaning and truth is what you make it and I seriously think it lies within each and everyone of us.
How I am going to retrieve that I am still trying to figure out...this is my void in life and maybe the answer is flux! constant change and new experiences. Maybe its my inquisitive nature that is always looking for answers to questions that have plagued mankind for thousands of years. So if I wasn't so free and kaypoh I won't be thinking about things like that...........
Hmmm.....so if you think have even the slightest clue what I am trying to say here...I say call me and we will have a discourse on how to figure this out. I wished I could have written this better but my state of mind at the moment doesn't really allow me to further organise my thoughts in any other way. I seemed to be having a clog somewhere in my schemata.
I have given it much thought, the existence of a higher being still doesn't answer my question of the basis of human existence and its purpose. Religion so far hasn't offered me the answer, it gives answers to what we should do and where we will go after we are done here. But it some how doesn't tell us why we are here.....hmmm....maybe I missed out a few pages. Maybe its this continuity thing that is common theme, we never really disappear and that the soul lives forever. Maybe the idea of eternity is wat bugs me????
I will leave it for now. I am going to take a break from myself.
Cheers and out!
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Brainless
I don't want to be MEAN. But...there has to be reasons why some people are supermarket cashiers. Yesterday I ran in the one of the dumbest cashiers in the world! She is so stupid I don't think they should even let her go the work anymore.
I had Vermicelli, baby food, pasta sauce, ginger ale, snacks, eggs in my trolley. I queued up, put everything on the belt and walked to the other end of the check out counter to wait for her to finish scanning the items.
As I stood there watch her pack my item...hahahha......I realised that she had put the eggs in the base of the plastic bag......and put 3 cans of soft drinks and 1 bottle of pasta sauce on TOP of the eggs!!!!! WTF!! I looked at her and said "Why are you putting can drinks on my eggs?" She gave me the why are you so anal look, took the cans off the eggs. AND FLUNG THE EGGS ACROSS THE COUNTER!!!
I had Vermicelli, baby food, pasta sauce, ginger ale, snacks, eggs in my trolley. I queued up, put everything on the belt and walked to the other end of the check out counter to wait for her to finish scanning the items.
As I stood there watch her pack my item...hahahha......I realised that she had put the eggs in the base of the plastic bag......and put 3 cans of soft drinks and 1 bottle of pasta sauce on TOP of the eggs!!!!! WTF!! I looked at her and said "Why are you putting can drinks on my eggs?" She gave me the why are you so anal look, took the cans off the eggs. AND FLUNG THE EGGS ACROSS THE COUNTER!!!
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Oxymoronic relations
I want to give my children up for adoption la. Aiyo! That Nikky-doo is teething and super whinny. Crying all day, refuses to nap, wants to be carried all day and must walk around cannot sit down. My back is sore, my feet are aching, my neck is stiff and I am so darn sleepy.
Miss Pong Pong aka Nikky-doo woke up at 4am this morning screaming....I went into her room and was greeted by the most gut ranching smell. Imagine 4am eyes half closed and the first thing hits you is smelly POO. I almost passed out on the spot lor, had to turn off the air conditioning and open the windows to air her room. 20 minutes later I am back in my bed took me another 30 minutes just to fall alseep from all the excitement.
Holy Molly 6am and Nikky-doo is awake again. Why why why why did I have another child?
Sigh.
But you know what she is just adorable. I can't imagine life without my Nikky-doo her smelly poo and drool. I would gladly do it all over again next life but I will still bitch about it.
As for the other Your Royal Highness Princess Letitia. She refuse to wear a skirt or shorts or anything at all. She was running around in her panties all day. She also decided that she will eat 4 luncheon meat buns for lunch. How can ANYONE eat 4 luncheon meat buns? Even I can't eat 4 luncheon buns! These kids now a days they suddenly develop a brain when they turn 4. Before that you can pretty much get them to do anything and wear anything. But after that they just suddenly wake up one morning and have a mind of their own. Pink goes with green, you have to wear socks with slippers, have to use conditioner if not the hair will get knotted and oh yes apples must be eaten without skin and cut into the shape of an "O".
Sigh.
Even with all her idiosyncrasies I still love my Diva and hope that she will have better sense of colour co-ordination soon.
Miss Pong Pong aka Nikky-doo woke up at 4am this morning screaming....I went into her room and was greeted by the most gut ranching smell. Imagine 4am eyes half closed and the first thing hits you is smelly POO. I almost passed out on the spot lor, had to turn off the air conditioning and open the windows to air her room. 20 minutes later I am back in my bed took me another 30 minutes just to fall alseep from all the excitement.
Holy Molly 6am and Nikky-doo is awake again. Why why why why did I have another child?
Sigh.
But you know what she is just adorable. I can't imagine life without my Nikky-doo her smelly poo and drool. I would gladly do it all over again next life but I will still bitch about it.
As for the other Your Royal Highness Princess Letitia. She refuse to wear a skirt or shorts or anything at all. She was running around in her panties all day. She also decided that she will eat 4 luncheon meat buns for lunch. How can ANYONE eat 4 luncheon meat buns? Even I can't eat 4 luncheon buns! These kids now a days they suddenly develop a brain when they turn 4. Before that you can pretty much get them to do anything and wear anything. But after that they just suddenly wake up one morning and have a mind of their own. Pink goes with green, you have to wear socks with slippers, have to use conditioner if not the hair will get knotted and oh yes apples must be eaten without skin and cut into the shape of an "O".
Sigh.
Even with all her idiosyncrasies I still love my Diva and hope that she will have better sense of colour co-ordination soon.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
3 hours in the life of ME
5.57am
Baby monitor transmits really loud cries of hunger. I looked at my husband and he was dead a as log.
6.07am
I am still in bed. Couldn't move suffering from too much blogging and facebook.
6.09am
Really loud wails of hunger. I rolled my ass off my bed and walked to the kitchen with my eyes closed.
6.17am
Sitting on the floor of my living room and watching my 9mth old baby playing with my mouse.
6.30am
Still feeling like crap. Need to shower and paint my face! Can't leave the house without makeup.
7.00am
Giving Danica her bath and she decides to eat the bath sponge. No not just lick...ermmm....like suck the bath water from the sponge. Yank the darn thing from the hands and she threw herself backwards causing a tsunami in my bathroom.
7.15am
Letitia wake up! time to go to school.
7.30am
Mummy I pee pee in my panties. Wah Lao! Shit like that always happens to me....
7.45am
Letitia have you finished you breakfast! Come and brush your teeth.
7.46am
Letitia where are you!!!! Come and brush your teeth......
7.47am
Letitia!!!!! Where are you???? Come and brush your teeth.
8.00am
In the car. "Mummy how do built house?" "Why fish will die?" "How come birds can fly?"........after about 6 questions I kind of shut down.
8.45am
Back at home. Pong Pong with my maid standing outside my house talking to the neighbour.
9.00am
Pong pong gulp down 200mls of milk and is off to lalalalalala land for her morning nap.
the last 45 mins has been pure bliss! silence.....never thought i would enjoy hearing my own breathing......
Baby monitor transmits really loud cries of hunger. I looked at my husband and he was dead a as log.
6.07am
I am still in bed. Couldn't move suffering from too much blogging and facebook.
6.09am
Really loud wails of hunger. I rolled my ass off my bed and walked to the kitchen with my eyes closed.
6.17am
Sitting on the floor of my living room and watching my 9mth old baby playing with my mouse.
6.30am
Still feeling like crap. Need to shower and paint my face! Can't leave the house without makeup.
7.00am
Giving Danica her bath and she decides to eat the bath sponge. No not just lick...ermmm....like suck the bath water from the sponge. Yank the darn thing from the hands and she threw herself backwards causing a tsunami in my bathroom.
7.15am
Letitia wake up! time to go to school.
7.30am
Mummy I pee pee in my panties. Wah Lao! Shit like that always happens to me....
7.45am
Letitia have you finished you breakfast! Come and brush your teeth.
7.46am
Letitia where are you!!!! Come and brush your teeth......
7.47am
Letitia!!!!! Where are you???? Come and brush your teeth.
8.00am
In the car. "Mummy how do built house?" "Why fish will die?" "How come birds can fly?"........after about 6 questions I kind of shut down.
8.45am
Back at home. Pong Pong with my maid standing outside my house talking to the neighbour.
9.00am
Pong pong gulp down 200mls of milk and is off to lalalalalala land for her morning nap.
the last 45 mins has been pure bliss! silence.....never thought i would enjoy hearing my own breathing......
Monday, June 29, 2009
Inspirational, Inspiration, Inspired
Today I am inspired. Someone whom I have never met. I don't even know her name actually...has been reading my blog. I find great joy and comfort in knowing that she found my blog a great help in preparing her for motherhood. Wah! Not in my wildest dreams would have I have imagined that ranting and raving about my mundane life would be appreciated and read even after all these years.
I spent the last 1 hour reading all the entries in my blog. The one thing that dawned on me was that I am so glad I documented so much of my feelings and little incidents of Letitia's mishaps and tantrums. Without this blog most of the memories would have been forgotten.
I kind of miss writing about my mundane life. But with 2 kids, writing is a luxury. So for tonight I am going to indulge and write about my day.
Danica woke up at 5.45am this morning. So it also means I have been awake since 5.45am this morning! It is now 11.20pm. Ha! I have been awake for the last 18 hours. Since today was the first day of the school term it was a mad rush. I had to feed Danica her milk, bathe myself, give Danica her bath, wake Letitia up, get her ready for school. Drive her to school and spent the next 45 mins running around her school like a headless chicken.
Aiyo! This H1N1 thing is a PAIN! Must submit what travel declaration form and must check temperature and must queue up in the holding area. It was complete chaos. So to the Principal of my daughter's kindergarten if you happen to read this........this is what you should do~!~ Number the stations! 1 2 3 4 5....so that students and parents will know that they have to go to station 1 and so on.....not put up signs that says contacted and not contacted and travelled to infected countries and screening and not screened and holding area...bla bla bla....Hello! these kids are like 3 years old. Some of them don't even know what their full name is and you expect them to read signs that says "TRAVELLED TO INFECTED COUNTRIES" I am starting to wonder if I should change kindy for Letitia cos her Principal doesn't seem to be very bright.
I got home 1 hour later and Danica was screaming at the top of her tiny lungs because she is looking for me....sigh....my babysitter and maid were looking rather lost when i walked in the door....i put her to nap by stuffing the pacifier into her mouth. Okay! What next...yes grocery shopping. Did a supermarket run had to buy diaper and food. Didn't make it home in time had to go and get Letitia from school directly from the supermarket. OH CRAP! forgot to ask the maid to cook lunch for Letitia. uuurggghhhh....called home and asked my maid to cook lunch for Letitia. Arrived at Letitia's school, got her home and when I walked into my house...... Danica was screaming again. She refused her lunch and as usual the babysitter and my maid were looking clueless because Danica has been crying for me again. Kill me! there is only one me and everyone wants a piece of me. I haven't even hard time to go to the toilet since 6am! But I have already driven in and out of my carpark 5 times. Nope I didn't pee......I had to give Letitia a shower! Sigh...Monday she has gym class and she was all wet and sweaty and itchy all over and she couldn't wait....so i had to give her a shower. After the shower I was going to pee! But Danica started crying again because I haven't carried her since I got home. Aiyo....my bladder was about to exploded.
To sum it up I still manage to bake 30 chocolate chip cookies while the girls were napping.
I spent the last 1 hour reading all the entries in my blog. The one thing that dawned on me was that I am so glad I documented so much of my feelings and little incidents of Letitia's mishaps and tantrums. Without this blog most of the memories would have been forgotten.
I kind of miss writing about my mundane life. But with 2 kids, writing is a luxury. So for tonight I am going to indulge and write about my day.
Danica woke up at 5.45am this morning. So it also means I have been awake since 5.45am this morning! It is now 11.20pm. Ha! I have been awake for the last 18 hours. Since today was the first day of the school term it was a mad rush. I had to feed Danica her milk, bathe myself, give Danica her bath, wake Letitia up, get her ready for school. Drive her to school and spent the next 45 mins running around her school like a headless chicken.
Aiyo! This H1N1 thing is a PAIN! Must submit what travel declaration form and must check temperature and must queue up in the holding area. It was complete chaos. So to the Principal of my daughter's kindergarten if you happen to read this........this is what you should do~!~ Number the stations! 1 2 3 4 5....so that students and parents will know that they have to go to station 1 and so on.....not put up signs that says contacted and not contacted and travelled to infected countries and screening and not screened and holding area...bla bla bla....Hello! these kids are like 3 years old. Some of them don't even know what their full name is and you expect them to read signs that says "TRAVELLED TO INFECTED COUNTRIES" I am starting to wonder if I should change kindy for Letitia cos her Principal doesn't seem to be very bright.
I got home 1 hour later and Danica was screaming at the top of her tiny lungs because she is looking for me....sigh....my babysitter and maid were looking rather lost when i walked in the door....i put her to nap by stuffing the pacifier into her mouth. Okay! What next...yes grocery shopping. Did a supermarket run had to buy diaper and food. Didn't make it home in time had to go and get Letitia from school directly from the supermarket. OH CRAP! forgot to ask the maid to cook lunch for Letitia. uuurggghhhh....called home and asked my maid to cook lunch for Letitia. Arrived at Letitia's school, got her home and when I walked into my house...... Danica was screaming again. She refused her lunch and as usual the babysitter and my maid were looking clueless because Danica has been crying for me again. Kill me! there is only one me and everyone wants a piece of me. I haven't even hard time to go to the toilet since 6am! But I have already driven in and out of my carpark 5 times. Nope I didn't pee......I had to give Letitia a shower! Sigh...Monday she has gym class and she was all wet and sweaty and itchy all over and she couldn't wait....so i had to give her a shower. After the shower I was going to pee! But Danica started crying again because I haven't carried her since I got home. Aiyo....my bladder was about to exploded.
To sum it up I still manage to bake 30 chocolate chip cookies while the girls were napping.
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