tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71971075630891536912024-03-06T10:50:29.720+08:00Momsie TalesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger947125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-649341003288268972014-06-26T14:25:00.002+08:002014-06-26T14:25:37.713+08:00SleepoversSo, what is your take on sleepovers?<br />
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Honestly, I am not a fan. The thing is, if you start allowing your kids to have sleepovers or go for sleepovers, the requests will not end..or will it?<br />
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The only place where we allow the kids to have sleepovers is their grandparents' place. And since they've had a taste of freedom from us, they really love it and it's been a routine ever since.<br />
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The thought of allowing the kids to sleepover at their friend(s)' home, we are not keen. They will have plenty of that when they are much older. Or, maybe they won't have it at all because according to Amy Chua aka Tiger Mom, she never allowed sleepovers. Seems like her kids have grown up fine.<br />
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We are traditional. No sleeping over at other people's house. Can go over for a playdate but no sleeping over. Kids under the age of 7 are not allowed to spend time at people's house unsupervised. As a result, I have had to decline requests for playdates for my 5 year old because I am so freaking lazy hehehhe...<br />
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Nevertheless, I do feel bad when parents ask for sleepovers. No matter what I say, I am implying that they (the parents) are not trustworthy or I do not trust them or whatever.<br />
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I remembered once when I was 8 or so. My parents left me with a relative. Because some people were visiting and we all went over to this relative's house. My grand aunt suggested that I could spend the night with them. She had good intentions. She thought the kids could all hang and play. At the time, I really didn't want to but my mom gave in out of respect to my grand aunt. But, the older 'aunt' was really mean. She completely dominated our playtime and excluded me in all their activities. Of course, I felt so so miserable and I totally didn't enjoy myself whatsoever. All the while, I kept hoping and praying that my parents would come bring me home. I just wanted to get out of there.<br />
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My mom didn't know any better. But, as a parent now, I know what sleepovers can potentially be and if I can prevent any unpleasantries from happening to my own kids, I will do my best not let it happen. Besides, when they are older, they will have all the opportunities for sleepovers with their friends. What with school camps and whatever else camps that they may attend. Just not the time now....yet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-20274509707287930052014-06-26T13:59:00.002+08:002014-06-26T13:59:35.978+08:00Aging<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hah! I must really be aging. Just yesterday, I insisted Ash wear a particular pair of socks. She kept refusing and I kept insisting. And, she got mad at me. Then, I realised...it was MY mistake because I had been going on and on about the wrong pair of socks. I took and gave Em's socks instead. No wonder she kept saying "I cannot fit in it, mommy!". And all the while, I thought she was just being picky.</div>
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I apologised and of course, she ended with "you might want to get me more socks!". O_O.</div>
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It's true. I hadn't realised that Em had more socks than Ash. #mommysbad</div>
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This aging thing, I am really feeling it. My eyes, my forgetfulness, and soon, I'll need fancy <a href="http://www.ultimatelooks.com/brandslistingpages/norikowigs1.htm">noriko wigs</a> for my bald patch *yikes*</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-64899857212202519722014-06-05T12:49:00.003+08:002014-06-05T12:49:42.226+08:00How to get your sister out of your hair<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>Ash : Here you go Emily...find the words...ask Mommy if you can't find any</i>. O_O</div>
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It's the "ask Mommy" part that I cringe..hehhe..</div>
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A little backstory : </div>
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The girls were ill 2 weeks back. I don't know what it was but they had fever that kept yo-yo ing up and down. At one stage I thought it was dengue. But, thankfully it wasn't. On top of the fever, they were coughing and had runny nose. They were at home for a week. Towards the end of the week, they were better and started to annoy each other (and me). </div>
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So, one day, Ash decided to draw up this puzzle for Em. You know, to keep Em occupied. But, as you know, Em wouldn't know how to find the words because she can't read yet!! Well, she can do "cat" and "dog" but she struggles with words having 4 letters in them. </div>
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I told Ash that Em wouldn't be able to do it. Ash rolled her eyes and exclaim "but, it's so easy!" - Wah lau! How action?! Anyways, I ended up helping Em find the words and she circled them..heheheh.</div>
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Not part of backstory : I am surprised with Ash. For someone who didn't read till she was 5.5 years old, she's doing quite well. Of course, this improved English literacy skill is to the exclusion of other languages i.e Mandarin and BM. But...it's ok <i>la..</i>she knows Yik, Err, San, Sher...and Mau Makan...good enough for me :-D.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-39286032793862975602014-05-10T03:42:00.000+08:002014-05-10T03:42:00.296+08:00f i v e<div style="text-align: center;">
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I cannot believe my baby is 5! </div>
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On the morning of her birthday, I asked her how old she was, she replied "3?" and proceeded to doing her baby talk.</div>
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She is one cheeky girl. Here she had her mini birthday celebration with family and her best buds (I say buds because all of them are boys). They had a soccer-themed party, complete with personalised jerseys and a coach (hubby lar...heheh). </div>
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<i>Oh Em, you're doing great! Apart from the spills and thrills, you truly are a joy to all of us. I thank God for the privilege to be your mom. </i></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-59590065905915279652014-04-09T13:02:00.000+08:002014-04-09T13:02:02.550+08:00Back to Blogging<div style="text-align: justify;">
When was my last post? I have been having trouble with my internet connection for quite some time. Although hubby fixed it since (he bought a new one), the line is so slow during the day that if I were to go on FB for eg, everything takes ages to load and I seriously cannot be bothered to surf anything...</div>
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So...I stay on the internet far less as not to use up the monthly quota too quickly. Who knows? I may need to check my email in case someone decides to leave a million Euros in my bank account and I can't log in. That will be a disaster, I tell you. </div>
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Anyway, things have happened, come and gone. Ash turned 7 last month -- S E V E N!! Soon, she'll be a tween and a teen and young adult. It's ok, I shall enjoy 7 and a month for now. </div>
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We also went to Penang for a super short family getaway. Inlaws were in town and you know, the in laws were in town. Oh and we went to this really awesome blossom Japanese BB restaurant in Sri Hartamas. Food was delish. If you ask me, I much prefer it to the Korean BBQs. But, the price at the Japanese BBQ place was freaking expensive. If we had to pay, we wouldn't have eaten there. heheheh...What's that place called? I think it's Momotalo or something. It's definitely momo-something. </div>
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Getting my routine back from the holidays wasn't the easiest. Now that I have gotten used to it, we have another holiday coming up. Well, for Ash at least. We will be around town. There's a tentative plan to head somewhere but nothing is confirmed yet. I love traveling during the off-season. </div>
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What else? I think thats all. Oh, I am trying to crack 2 eggs at once when cooking...hahaha. :-P. It's my challenge for 2014. Pray for me :-D</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-90024284221180138162014-02-05T13:31:00.003+08:002014-10-14T22:55:31.380+08:00Fickle<div style="text-align: justify;">
So, it has been decided..for...now. Ash has her mind made up. She's going to take up learning the piano. At almost 7 years, she better be sure what she wants. Or else, we'd be wasting money again. We told her it's going to be a long tedious task of lots of practise boring scales and whatnot. It's not going to be fun. Fun <i>may</i> come after years of practising but you will need to practise. She obviously has no clue what we are talking about so we'll just let her be. In the meantime, I am rolling my eyes and this shrug mug. I don't think it's her but...well, you will never know. Oh, she absolutely do not like Mandarin because of too many worksheets. Surprisingly, Mandarin is one subject she's pretty good at...So how? It's piano for now and perhaps, when she's fed-up, I'll suggest the harp.</div>
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May God help us all!! </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-54547636413247926872014-02-02T14:09:00.001+08:002014-02-02T14:09:53.262+08:00Back to the grind<div style="text-align: justify;">
No more holiday, no more staying up late, no more Wii, no more games, no more movies, no more DVDs...it's back to work, people. All set and ready to brave new challenges this year. I cringe as I think of it. Lunches to prepare, stepping into driver mode, homework to supervise etc...it's madness I tell you. On the upside also, it's back to catching up with good friends, back to some routine, back to certain discipline. I am not the most disciplined person on earth, in fact, the laziest. If you put me together with a group of chinese schooled people, I will lose to the last person running. So, some degree of force will do me some good..</div>
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I don't sound very enthusiastic, do I? Yea...I'd rather be sleeping and eating and watch movies all day long if it was up to me...hehehe :-).</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-23148830458680143822014-02-02T13:06:00.001+08:002014-02-02T13:06:10.801+08:00Alice in Wonderland<div style="text-align: justify;">
The girls are currently obsessed with Alice and her Wonderland. So much so that they have been watching the movie every single day. Am I annoyed? Well...kinda. Because having to listen to the "off with the head" many times over, it will get to you. It's so irritating that you'd just want to smack that 'tiny' little head of hers.</div>
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Anyway, since watching the movie, I have had the most weirdest dream. I dreamt that I was Alice, runnning away from some Banglas because they wanted my purse. Then, I fell into the longkang. After that somehow I was at Starbucks with a friend and we found another friend of ours puking away because she's pregnant with her 3rd child. Then, I continue running away from the group of Banglas.</div>
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It was a weird dream. I will of course ask my friend if she's pregnant or has any intention of getting pregnant...hehehhe. Also, I don't know why I fell into a longkang instead of rolling into the posh <a href="http://www.sunnyislesmiamirealestate.com/">sothebys in miami</a>. Haih...</div>
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Back to watching more Alice and her rabbit for more wonderland inspiration...</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-48303319332898116892014-02-01T13:31:00.000+08:002014-02-02T13:31:22.980+08:00Chinese New Year wish<div style="text-align: justify;">
We always have our reunion dinner every year at my inlaws. This is year is no difference. We were there at my inlaws early cos hubby needed to wash his car...hahaha..because the car wash was filled to the brim with people wanting to have their cars washed as well. What to do? when you wait till the very last minute. </div>
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Anyway, back to the story. So, while Ash and hubby were busy with the car, my MIL's neighbour brought over some homemade cupcakes for my MIL. So sweet of her. Also, the neighbour made the cuppies specifically to my MIL's taste because my MIL complained that her previous cake was too sweet. Awesome isn't it?? We asked them to join us for dinner but they declined. So we told them to come visit us another day whenever they are free.</div>
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Later, Ash had the idea of recite a Chinese New Year wish, but only after dinner, during dessert (courtesy of our neighbour). She made us choose our cuppies, hold it up as if making a toast whilst she rendered her very short CNY 'poem' (as she calls it). Once she's done, we were allowed to eat our cuppies. Actually, the cuppies were good. I am now thinking of getting her to make them for Ash's birthday? Hoping to get it for free...hehehe...free loader! </div>
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Hope my CNY wish comes true. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-63027729526791758622014-01-12T10:23:00.002+08:002014-01-12T10:23:38.484+08:00Santa is real<div style="text-align: justify;">
So...I took Ash to her art class and sat with her. Well..I didn't have to "sit with her" but because I had no where to go since I was due to pick Mini up and I didn't want to drive through the traffic. And, therefore, I stayed with her - not the entire duration but pretty much. It was ok, nice talking to her teacher but now that Ash is older, she listens in and butts in to the conversation thus losing focus at times. A pain.</div>
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Towards the end of class, 2 boys came in to begin their session. The teacher sat them down, gave them their unfinished painting and sketch book respectively. They went to work. I think the teacher suggested to one of the boys to sketch a lion doing the lion dance since CNY is around the corner. He hesitated. He was more interested in sketching Santa or something. Then, all of a sudden, Ash turned aorund and blurted "He's (Santa) real anyway". I was like "No, he's not real lah". She retorted "<b>Yes he is! You said you saw him sneaking into the house to give us presents</b>".</div>
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I went blank. "OOppssie!". Yup folks. I lied to my kid and now she says that she wants to stay up with me on Christmas eve to say "hello" to Santa. Bummer!</div>
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How can i tell her I was drunk and smoking weed at the time? OK, I wasn't drunk and neither was I smoking weed but I was up late baking the damn cookies for beloved Santa aka myself and hubby.</div>
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I will have to come clean one of these days and yes, I will probably get a good sounding from her. In the meantime, I will distract her by showing her some fanciful doorknobs and say "look! I <a href="http://www.reidsupply.com/products/knobs-handles-hand-wheels/knobs/lobed-knobs">found these at ReidSupply.com</a>". At least she's pre-occupied with something. Anything. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-33794926674833180022014-01-01T09:59:00.000+08:002014-01-01T10:33:53.800+08:00Welcome 2014<div style="text-align: justify;">
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San Neen Fai Lok!! Eh...It's not Chinese New Year yet. hehehe...But, CNY is not too far off this time around. Back to being busy busy busy...makan, shopping (or in my case..will be window shopping) and pai neen.</div>
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Going into the new year wasn't a very good one as news of people passing were just a bit too much. Especially those that were innocent kids who lost their lives so tragically and suddenly. And one where a dear friend's MIL who passed away 2 days ago. It was heartbreaking to hear her words and you could immediately tell that her MIL was a wonderful wonderful human being. Personally, I've met her a couple of times and don't know her MIL all too much. But, just listening to my friend talking about her and telling us the events leading to her demise was enough to conclude that her MIL has the purest of souls and the wonderest of hearts. I could feel my friend's pain and sadness despite her being 10,000 miles away from me. I truly felt so so sorry that she and her family (her husband especially) had to endure this. All I wish for is the soothing and healing powers of God to take this pain away and to restore the harmony that exist in their lives once more. Geez...why is it I cannot write so well when whatsapping her then???</div>
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Anyway, just wanted to get that out of the way...and off my chest! </div>
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New year, new beginning. I used to be all gung-ho and have all kinds of new year's resolutions, goals, targets, yadda yadda. Not this year. I realised that, it is pointless setting any goals or resolutions of any kind because they just don't work. I'll be all enthusiastic in all of..maybe 7 days then, I will be a wreck again and I will realise ultimately that none of what I set out to achieve, will ever get achieved. So, I decided to stuff it for 2014. In fact, my New Year's resolution is....not to have a resolution? Does that make sense? I have decided to live for the moment, live according to the wind and let my hips sway to the music (whatever music that is). It is my 40-th year and I choose to let loose. </div>
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The kids have grown up...plenty. I am so thankful for them. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for good friends and good neighbours. It isn't always you have neighbours to bring you food when you have nothing in your fridge or when you are just so freaking tired just standing in front of the stove. It isn't always that you have your neighbours rescuing your laundry when the sky pours. It isn't always you get neighbours looking out for your kids. I will miss that for sure. </div>
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As always, new year means new beginning. And, new beginning can encompass anything under the sun. For me, I want to just give thanks to all I have and will embrace whatever comes my way. The ups and downs; the joys and the sorrows. I want to continue on this journey of the unknown, of the suspense. </div>
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Have a Happy 2014! Cheers to great food, great company and most importantly, good health. Peace! </div>
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Ash has plenty of desires. But, none includes academics. Ask her to do maths is like asking her to eat poison. It's a good thing we decided against Chinese school. It's the same with reading. Well, we don't really ask her to read. I tried but it didn't work. I would read to her when she couldn't read but I found her looking at pictures rather than wanting to familiarise herself with the words. I even thought that she was dyslexic at one stage. But, it turned out my fears were unfounded. So she couldn't read nor write (except her name) for the longest time. Plus, I think I was a lazy mom who didn't spend enough time reading to her and quickly accepted this doomed state of affairs.</div>
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Now that she's 6++, and is able to read quite adequately for a 6++ year old, I am relieved. I don't blame her really cos neither her dad nor I read plenty during our childhood. My dad was horrified that I couldn't read until I was...12? So, I don't expect my girls to be super smart at school. Definitely not in the genes.</div>
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In order to fuel her passion for life (no point emphasizing on things they have no interest or just simply lack the aptitude for), we allow her to pick up other skills. One of which is the flute. Why the flute? Frankly, I have no idea. She wants to learn it. I suggested the piano (the basic, right?), and she scoffed at the idea saying "the piano is so huge. I can't bring it anywhere. The flute is small...I can just put it in my pocket...see? easy peasy".</div>
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So...what I need to do now is to find a..flute teacher? Where? I was kind of hoping maybe the violin. But, no...it has to be a freaking flute! </div>
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The year is coming to a close. Time truly flies. doesn't it? We had a wonderful Xmas despite not really celebrating it. The only reason why we even put a Xmas tree up is because of the kids. But, all in good spirit, hubby and I just went with it. We even had a Christmas dinner on the eve and forbade the kids from opening their pressies till Christmas morning hehhehe...Oh and Ash even made me make cookies for Santa. She wrote a note for Santa (I am too lazy to paste it here). So I had to make some, thanks largely to Betty Crocker (lazy mom alert!!). </div>
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A friend wrote that 2014 will be a year dedicated to her kids and sick mom. That's awesome, wouldn't you agree? I, on the other hand, would like to dedicate 2014 to me and me alone. I figured I need to have that. I find that for the past 7 years, I have spent just with the kids. Even my conversations are about kids and all things related to kids. I was telling someone the other day that I actually prefer to hang out with working or semi working moms as opposed to SAHMs for some reason because I do find SAHMs a wee bit...exhausting and tiring, if you know what I mean. </div>
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I am not entirely sure what I want to do next year. I turn 40 next year and I've mentioned that working might be an option since the girls will be older, thus alot more independent. Part-time work maybe? That was said casually a couple of years ago. I haven't broached the subject since. Now that the time is near and our plans have somewhat changed. So...I don't know. Maybe I'll just hang on a bit to this SAHM gig and see what happens in 2015.</div>
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School is out...O.U.T. I can finally relax, unwind and finish up my Christmas wrapping. Plus, I have done and given away most presents that I had set out to give. Granted, I actually wanted to give away more but...as time did not permit me, I didn't get as many presents this year. But, it was quite a bit of shopping, still.</div>
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I cannot believe it is almost the end of the year and 2014 is looming. It is the year where our full challenge awaits us. Pretty much all set and raring to go, despite the heart beating and mind racing. Like finding out you're pregnant and then having to deliver your baby. YOu know, it's the excitement yet nervousness all in one. "Will we make it?"..."Will we survive?"..."What on earth will we eat?"...so many unanswered questions...so many surprises.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-33129932726203230232013-12-07T00:50:00.001+08:002013-12-07T00:50:15.510+08:00Nearly there...<div style="text-align: justify;">
We are..nearly there. The holidays are coming and we will be enjoying - for sure. At least <i>I</i> would be enjoying (and rejoicing). Jumping up and down like a crazed bunny.</div>
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The girls want to watch a movie at the cinema. We plan on taking them some time soon. hahahah...You can tell our enthusiasm and our excitement at the prospect of going to the cinema with our kids, can't you? We've only ever taken them once. That one time had both girls covering their ears. "Too loud mommy", they'd squeal. Well..can't help it lor. Cinemas are like that. Lets hope this time'll be different i.e they would watch the movie with their ears uncovered.</div>
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My neighbour of 10 years recently gave birth to their 3rd child. And recently, the family moved back home after a 2 months hiatus outstation. The sounds of an infant crying gave me serious chills down my spine. I get goosebumps and immediately, I begin to have flashes of my own girls crying when they were babies. I can still remember how they were back then. Ash was pretty good after the 3rd month. She slept through the night and all. Mini however, was a totally different child altogether. Not only did she have difficulty sleeping, she had to be carried everywhere. She didn't like the cot that much. She wanted to have the bird's-eye view of everything. Why ah? Not as though she knew what was going on or could tell me things those days. I literally sang hallelujah and praised the Lord Almighty when she began crawling. It was my stairway to heaven. When she could crawl, she didn't need me to carry her as much. That was sweetness to the stars. </div>
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Fast forward many years later, I am beginning to miss those little toddler years. Mini is already 4.5 years and she's fast losing her baby soft skin, her stubby toes and fingers. I am enjoying them alot more now for sure especially with the things they say. Am fascinated with their thought process and sillyness all at the same time. But, yeah, kids do grow up mighty quickly. I am most thankful that I am able to witness their every burp, giggles and vomit. If given a second chance, I don't think I would do anything differently because I know, I have done the best that I most capably can to raise my kids. There's nothing that I would want to change and I'd most probably will do exactly what I've done (and have been doing) bringing up my girls. </div>
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Of course, this is simply Phase 1 of my kids' lives. I still have the Phase 2 (pre-teen), Phase 3 (teen) and Phase 4 (young adult) to go through. I will cross that bridge when I come to it. But, in the meantime, I'd like to remember my kids now, and how happy they make me (despite the yelling and the screaming; the tears and the frustration). It is a lot of hard work and guess what? It is all worth it. Every bit of it. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-494145186937719512013-12-01T01:15:00.002+08:002014-06-30T17:27:30.650+08:00The COuntdown begins<div style="text-align: justify;">
Today is the 1st of December. And I am not even half way through with Christmas and birthday presents. I went shopping today for some but just didn't get everything I wanted to. I thought if I could somehow pick everything I need from just one store, life will be so perfect. That...is not to be.</div>
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I have got tons to do honestly. I have yet to put up the tree. My girls left some Christmas hangings with SIL and forgot to bring them home. NOw we are left with 40 year old vintage tree ornaments. Sadly, the tree also cannot be vintage cos the one my mom had yonks ago, died a natural fake tree death.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-10927600387558011192013-11-26T01:24:00.000+08:002013-11-26T01:24:04.282+08:00Celebrations<div style="text-align: justify;">
For the most part, our family celebrates Christmas and Chinese New Year. When the occasion calls for it..we will include Deepavali and Hari Raya. Just the way it is.</div>
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Before the kids came along, the celebration I look forward to is the CNY. Without fail. The new clothes, new knickers, new everything. Life just couldn't get any better. I feel as though life for me for the year is just to wait for CNY and nothing more.</div>
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Then I had kids. Having them didn't change my sentiments towards CNY. I loved (and still do) CNY regardless. But, once they grew up and wanted their own celebration of some sort, it was Christmas. Perhaps, it's the pressies that sealed the deal for them. I mean, who needs a red packet stuffed with pieces of paper I have no use for and no nothing of the value it bears. All I want is that darn Barbie - or in Mini's case, a blue truck. So, Christmas is <i>the </i>party of the year where my kids are concerned.</div>
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So, nowadays, I honestly feel stressed come the end of the year. Not only I have to think of gifts for the kids, but also, I have to think of gifts for other people's kids. I will not lie. This year, in particular, have been absolute madness. I am still living through the madness as I type. I am not sure how to survive another year to be quite honest.</div>
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The one thing that I haven't done is to draw up my to-do list for Christmas. I am sure thankful that I am not hosting any kind of parties for the kids. Instead we will be attending some. Nothing high end. Just good ol' fashion PG-type of parties. Those that don't involve elaborately <a href="http://premiertablelinens.com/default/custom-printed-tablecloth-1/table-runner-1">custom printed table runner</a> or fine China. Nah....But, it does involve having to pull Ash out of school for one of them (yikes!). We'll see. I am feeling overwhelmed. And, I will admit that this sensation is due to my lack of planning. It's all me and my own doing. I will just have to somehow get everything all sorted out...in time...soon.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-65074653469502867212013-08-28T01:33:00.001+08:002013-08-28T01:33:14.557+08:00Running into a string of bad luck<div style="text-align: justify;">
The last couple of weeks were absolutely crazy. It began with the stomach flu everyone of us had. Then, hubby experienced a bout of stomach infection that landed him in the hospital. Can life get any more worst? OK la, it's not that tragic. Just one of those days or just those days when every thing chose to come together. When it's good, it's good all the way. When it's bad, it's bad all the way. The cycle of life.</div>
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Everything is calm now. SIL is visiting. So we have our hands full. Ash has been missing some of her classes. Although we are happy, she's not. Mini has been asking for <a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/mixers/behringer">behringer mixers at musician's friend</a>. Alright, not true. Mini's been asking us to bring her to soccer lessons/class. We haven't given in. Hubby said next year. We shall see if that promise will hold.</div>
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Also, whenever you feel that you are alone facing adversity, you are really not. Thank you God that you have blessed us with wonderful and thoughtful friends who will go out of their way to bring a smile to your face. It's just truly truly amazing when that happens to you. And I honestly cannot ask for more because more is what I have and I feel absolutely blessed. </div>
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We are back to our usual routine. September is just around the corner. Ash is already planning her Christmas party. I.just.can't. right now. No...I will just pretend I didn't hear her. After all, she can only make it happen if I allow it to happen. And honestly, I am just so lazy...yes, lazy.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-10894221421992033332013-08-05T13:16:00.002+08:002013-08-05T13:16:39.117+08:00doing nothing<div style="text-align: center;">
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Yesterday the girls were home..."doing nothing" as suggested by Ash. She was happy doing nothing. But, on the contrar, doing nothing actually means she gets to play her games. O.M.G, I tell you girl needs to get out there and do something!</div>
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Anyway, because the girls were unwell a few days prior, we decided to just stay home yesterday save for the evening when hubby took them out to the playground. Speaking of which...yesterday at the playground, she met her playground friend. Said friend told her that she also lost her tooth and the tooth fairy left a skipping rope under her pillow...LOL. I just cracked up laughing when I heard the story. This skipping rope thing started when Ash brought hers to the playground many weeks ago and some of the girls there played with skipping rope for the first time. I suppose, after tasting skipping rope fun, they got their own to play with.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-26416806949841549912013-08-03T10:23:00.001+08:002014-10-14T22:52:18.546+08:00Happy August<div style="text-align: justify;">
Is it August already? Time truly flies. Got wind that SIL will be making her way down here soon. Should I get her to bring stuff over? I don't want to intrude but at the same time, I need my err...stuffs. Just things that are almost impossible to get here. As it is, we are getting someone to buy and bring home the girls' sandals and slippers...hahaha..I know, just go to some Pasar Malam to get la. We love them and they are pretty sturdy. Especially if you walk alot with it and want a comfy enough shoes.</div>
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So, looks like some busy days are up the corner. I wish it wasn't so but unlikely right? We've got a day trip coming up during Raya weekend. Might be packed but we are left with little choices especially now with the girls' extra extra curricular activities. Wish they didn't have much to do...I don't remember me having much during my time. It was always at my grandma and home. Back and forth. I remember playing pretend alot. Talking to myself. It may have contributed to me having split personalities or bipolar? I would be Mary, Jane or Denise...depending on my mood. hehhehehe...OK, la...talking crap again.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-75435228688548569312013-08-03T10:07:00.003+08:002013-08-03T10:07:42.666+08:00My 2 front teeth...<div style="text-align: justify;">
Ash lost both her lower front teeth back to back the last couple of days. They were wobbly and in dire straits. She even begged me to bring her to the dentist so the dentist could "take it out and put a new one in". Alamak! Haven't heard of a kid begging the parents to take her to dentist..have you?</div>
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OK, so the story so far is....we didn't need to visit the dentist after all. Her tooth let loose and decided to detach itself. Both of them. And now, she is richer by RM20 (yeah, what to do? The Ah Pek tooth fairy was very generous) and talks funny hahahaha...OK, no laughing matter. </div>
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But, so sweet. She's really growing up. Next will be zits and Aunt Flo and BOYS. Oh dear. Do I really have to deal with all of this? Can I delegate this part of mommy duty to someone else. It was definitely easier when they were babies. Although no sleep but minus the external issues. I'll take the no sleep any day because if you leave everything aside, it is manageable. Unlike "zits", "Aunt Flo" and "Boys". Oh and potentially - MEAN GIRLS. I mean, it could be, your daughter is or part of the MEAN GIRLS or get bullied by MEAN GIRLS. Either way - it's NOT nice. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-38120630393071514552013-08-03T09:51:00.000+08:002013-08-03T09:51:23.894+08:00Musical Instrument<div style="text-align: justify;">
Ash will be performing at her school assembly after the week after Raya. She said she will have to play some instruments of some sort. Some triangle thingy. Although I learnt the piano but didn't get very far and I can't read the notes now. Needless to say, I have zero musical talent or gift at all.</div>
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As I was saying, Ash has a performance due. The sound system is pretty cool. I often wondered if the school uses <a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/pro-audio/bose-soundlink-bluetooth-mobile-speaker-ii">bose soundlink at musicians friend</a>? If they did, it's no wonder the sounds come out crisp sounding. OK digressing...</div>
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The last time she performed, it was for a choral festival, where she sang. This time, she has to play a musical instrument. A simple one obviously for someone with zero rhythm and blues knowledge. I am naturally looking forward to watch her. But, she said she preferred singing. It's easier for her so she claims. Don't know la. Singing and playing...same to me. I can lip sync but I can't sing to save my life. Actually, neither can she la...hahahha..but she prefers singing to playing the instrument cos "it's hard". She will be like this at the beginning, but once she gets the hang of it, well, we shall hear the other side of her story. By then, it's "I want to learn...this and that". *rolls eyes*</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-46061169950274224602013-08-03T09:31:00.000+08:002013-08-03T09:31:08.292+08:00The Real Princess<div style="text-align: justify;">
One would imagine that when it comes to a Princess or everything associated with being a princess is well, princessy. A princess is one who is soft, sweet demure, loves long gowns, loves her crown, loves pink (only my daughter perhaps).</div>
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Unfortunately...or fortunately, a princess is none of the above. Everyone will automatically assumes that Ash is the Princess of the house. Even <i>she</i> thinks she's the princess of the house. She's right because she...loves all things princess. But, in reality, she's far from being one. She loves everything there is to love ABOUT princesses but she is definitely not one.</div>
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Mini, on the other hand, IS the real princess of the house. When she screams, everyone just bows and give in to her every whim and fancies. That includes the grandparents. More so the grandparents because they are a firm believer of "letting the child be"..as it were. When asked to clean up after play-time, she will simply ignore our instructions and just wander around. And, she tends to get away with it. Why? Because usually, for lack of time, it's quicker to get Ash to pick up the toys. Also, because whenever Mini gets sent to the corner after been given fair warnings, she cries her lungs out. I am used to them crying..because I am the mom. But, not the Father. His heart aches and his legs weaken. He will shoot me the death stare as if I was the demon and Mini will get cajoled instead - with lots of treats and hugs because she was banished to the dungeon by the evil queen. See my predicament here, people?</div>
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But, having said all of the above, the Princess don't always get her way...with me. No...no siree. I won't give up on her so easily. Imagine when she's 20 and all her life, she's not taught to do anything by and for herself? Or, having no responsibility whatsoever? She will get a rude awakening when that happens because contrary to what most people believe, you don't acquire life skills just because you age. These skills have to be taught and instilled when young for people to function in society when they become an adult. Sure, perhaps some will learn along the way especially when thrown into the deep end all of a sudden under certain circumstances. However, most will suffer when they are an adult without said skills. </div>
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Like I said, I won't give up on Mini. Sure, she has a cushioned life because she has the benefit of an elder sister who will willingly (most of the time) pick up after her and generally takes care of her. But, that doesn't mean she gets to boss me around. I do get her to pick up her toys, help me with some chores, put her plates/cups away in the kitchen....the sort of things that a 4 year old is more than capable of. She will grumble and moan and refuse to do it. But by golly me, she still has to. Or when I say no more TV time, it really means no more TV time (needs to obey orders). </div>
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I think the important thing here is never give up on your kid. Understandably, they will hate you, they will kick and scream and threatened to leave home. I am sure that will happen to me...I have girls remember? The worst thing you can ever do is to give up on your kid when all they really want is for you to accept, love and cherish them. Keep on reminding yourself that.</div>
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The girls recent haul from the beach. I have a very strong suspicion that my girls will grow up to be hoarders of...urm...things/stuffs/rubbish. For Mini, it was just any shell in sight. Just take and take and take. Ash on the other hand, had a more specific reason for wanting those shells. She told me last night she wanted to make necklaces out of them. Although marveled at her vainability, I am not feeling particularly enthusiastic. For one thing, I don't know how possibly she's gonna turn these into necklaces. Plus, I do not have the patience to find out if she's stuck and asks me for help. I hate to tell her I am just too busy (read : lazy). </div>
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It's just one of those things. I want yet I run away or have the urge to run. Bah! I shall let her deal with it when those shells have lost that dead fish stench. It is absolutely gross I tell you. The only good thing that came out of it is, we had a fantastic and relaxing holiday. Even hubby was happy. Thanks to Ash who dreamt of going to the beach everyday. It was indeed an excellent idea. We all need that break sometimes. </div>
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