Wednesday, 2 November 2016
Strong Silent Types
Thursday, 18 August 2016
Marriage Photos
Unearthed these relic photos today when unpacking our remaining moving boxes (8 whole months after moving house at that!).
Besides bemoaning how thin we used to be, I can't help but be struck by how very different the two photos were. And how reflective they are of the different chapters in our married life.
Picture of our arms crossed & us grinning at each other:
- A memory of how carefree we used to be B.C. (Before Children) and the only thing we had to worry about is where to hang out on weekends. Days where life was chirpy and you had that rare, genuine smile on your face, unfettered by family/financial burdens.
B&W mood picture:
- Us A.C. (After Children)
- Dark moods sometimes where the weight of the world rests on your shoulders and bogged down by worries of all sorts.
- How I rely on your strong shoulders when the world goes crazy and the assured comfort those shoulders hold.
We are no longer who we used to be and nothing in the world can bring the old us back. Our happiness now comes from the children's happiness. But there is nothing I wouldn't give to hear that carefree laugh again and make you smile oh so happily forever...
Friday, 15 April 2016
Sigh of Relief
Counting down exactly 7 more days before i say goodbye to my organistion.
It's financial year-end closing and i had been too busy with work to go through the regret and sadness of leaving my job. Sad to leave all the wonderful people i hv met during my 2.5 yrs of work (and good riddance to the wayang queens too!) and regret cos i could have done a better job somehow.
Where i used to step into office and go home with a heavy heart, my steps are lighter as i know the misery will end soon.
Thursday, 17 March 2016
Saying Goodbye
20 April marks the day i say goodbye to my current organistion.
It took me many months of deliberation before finally deciding to hand in my resignation letter, but the relentless pressure of having to handle work in 2 different departments before i transferred (happened September 2015-ish) to having to adapt to a completely different nature of work while suffering from the disastrous aftermath of a new system launch took its toll on me. I was mentally stressed and unhappy. My hair was falling out in small bunches. And worst of all, I was an angry mother and wife to the people i love.
Do I regret my decision? Yes and no.
Yes - if it wasn't for the crap system launched, there's a possibility that i would have stayed on. There is a learning curve for all things new; i recognise that. But i was laboriously climbing up that curve while trying to tackle the by-product of the system launch. To be fair, every single person in my dept is pushed to their working limits and beyond. I am just that first person to acknowledge by walking away that things are intolerable; that I am not a happy person anymore. I will miss the people that i have meet in the organisation, the decent paycheck and not having to work hard for the company's next dollar. But more importantly, i want to be happy for myself and my family. Not to stress at odd moments on weekends on how to clear the backlog that is still piling up. And especially not to feel broken with a sinking feeling every morning as i step into the office.
No - For the next few months till i get a new job, I will be able to spend precious moments with the kids, especially K who seems to grow up just a little bit each day. Soon she will be her own person (as if she isn't already *snort*) but she's growing too quickly for my liking. Where did that helpless baby with coconut tree hair go??
Counting down 5 more weeks till i finally can leave for good and enjoy a happy birthday with people i love, not dashing around trying to get too many things done in too short a period. :) :) :)
Wednesday, 2 March 2016
All Went Well
K had her 1st day in school and everything went pretty well on the whole. She was pretty reserved when we initially stepped into school but this was easily resolved when teacher led her to where gor gor was having breakfast (they went to school at different times).
T told us that K did a Prison Break and wandered to his class during lesson time. It was not a random wandering, mind you. More of her peering into each classroom one by one to "hunt down" gor gor and then sitting down beside him and refusing to budge. I must say that having T in the same school has aided her transition greatly and i am very thankful for this.
Downside: she woke up cold in the middle of last night screaming, perhaps due to the new stimulus of going to school and having so many new things and routine to get used to.
Rounding off with some pictures...
Monday, 29 February 2016
She's All Grown Up....
I've been feeling rather emo since last week, as the time grows shorter before baby girl starts childcare.
Perhaps it's the fact that she's growing up so fast. Or maybe its because I won't have another kiddo to send off to childcare anymore (yes, two is really enough thank you very much!). On reflection, K represents the last for many things: last pregnancy I'll ever know, last baby to spend precious moments with during unearthly night feedings, last kiddo to witness important baby milestones etc etc....
Ok, that last paragraph sounds a little pessimistic so I'll look at the glass as half full now. Her school bag is packed and ready to go (little owner is optional, lol..) and everything is nicely labelled for first day at school. Can u believe that kiasu mummy here started preparation work since last year? It started off with buying her school bag in Nov and everything else just got added on along the way. Very contrasting with when T started school and we scrambled to buy everything last minute.
I won't have any super precious pictures of her in uniform tomorrow, cos she doesn't have a formal uniform to speak of. The school recently underwent a management restructuring and the new school uniforms are still not ready yet. So all kiddos have to make do with home clothes until the uniforms are finally in stock.
My baby girl's growing up too fast....😣
Sunday, 28 February 2016
Firstborn vs Secondborn
1st born:
15 min to finish up baby porridge, max.
2nd born:
A crippled tortoise can travel from Changi to Tuas before she grudgingly opens her gold mouth to eat up the last scoop
1st born:
No salt, no sugars passed his mouth before 18 months. The one person who fed him table food (horror!!) has diplomatic immunity and therefore can't be killed by way of motherly death-glares .
2nd born:
The crippled tortoise's leg miraculously healed when reduced-salt soya sauce was discovered.
1st born:
Oblivious to baby porridge and adult food, as long as his tummy gets filled.
2nd born:
Happy to give porridge facials in her younger days when it is not to her taste. Can't get the spoon into her mouth fast enough if table food is concerned, to the accompaniment of "I want!!!!'. May reach high soprano notes at times.
1st born:
Durian smells are down there with the raw materials of New Water. Complete bane of his life, much to his mum's sadness.
2nd born:
Have yet to discover something that she doesn't eat. (baby porridge being the only exception)
1st born:
70yr old ah pek stuck in a 5.5yr old body (kinda like his pa, 'cept that the latter is 29.5 years older). Likes noodles but not pasta. Dislikes cold ice cream. Lives for salmon skin.
2nd born:
Loves fish and eggs. Everything else is negotiable, as long as it is not baby porridge.

