Mike and I have been working on some new designs for Cartoon Lagoon's range of Dare-to-wear Hand Painted Shoes!
We'll post them up in a couple of days. Will keep you informed!
What started as a blog about hand painted shoes has become an online journal for a simple working mother, in search of Food for the Heart, Body, Soul and Mind.
30 Jul 2008
28 Jul 2008
Find me a decent hair salon please
Hair Salons in Singapore will lose money having me as their patron. I have not had my hair cut professionally since just before Christmas of last year!
I did neaten my own edges somewhere in March but that’s about it. It’s not that I’m cheapskate but I’ve just NOT yet found a satisfactory hairdresser that can make me not feel bad when I leave the salon(for a reasonable price). I found one across the causeway but he's very expensive and I haven’t yet given up hope on finding one on our own shores.
As I’m trying to outgrow a disastrous cactus short hairstyle from last year, I’ve let it sort of grown out into a bob with the ends just barely touching my collar. It’s been low maintenance for me; purely wash and go, which actually suits my busy lifestyle. My hair has just been able to look acceptable for the past half year. The BEST part is, for the past 6 months, I’ve not had to contend with the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach after a disastrous visit to a hair salon. In short, I’ve not had to feel unhappy about my hair. Besides, I’ve discovered that Pantene really does work wonders for your hair (and I’m not sponsored by them to say this!)
Back to my point. Since moving to our new place, our family discovered that a much talked about hair salon touting CHEAP haircuts (I mean below 4 bucks!) was a short walk away.
Mike was the first to try it. He thought the resulting hair cut was so-so but acceptable since it was cheap. Being the guy that he is and having had me as his hairdresser SINCE we met (right up till cheap $10 hair cuts sprouted up and I became too lazy to sweep up the cut hair), he thought it was value for money. I’ve never been trained but I’ve been cutting people’s hair since secondary school days. My secondary school classmates might recall our principal informing during weekly assembly that cut hair had been found in the classrooms and the school was offering to pay for anyone who couldn’t afford hair cuts! (Yes! That was me! That was me!) I continued getting requests from my Junior College friends because they had seen my self-cut hair and it wasn’t all that bad (even if I do say so myself)!
Sceptic that I am, I looked at Mike’s spiky haircut and could spot the bochap, random cutting with a tooth-edged scissors. To me, that’s a lazy hair cutting method. After all, it’s my personal opinion that real cutting skills is from wielding of a pair of NORMAL scissors and NOT using that tooth-edged thingy; even when you want to ‘thin’ or layer the hair.
Anyway, after Mike, my domestic helper tried it; she was happy with her haircut. So I thought, what the heck. I’ve been thinking about getting a light perm for my ends so they can outgrow the short length in a sort of camouflage fashion (you know, kinder to the eyes cos you can’t sport the unevenness etc).
I stepped into the salon last evening. There was a queue of about 6 people ahead of me. I had expected it. When they discovered I wanted a perm, I got bumped ahead to the front of the queue. (Wow, I didn’t see that coming). I sat down and that was when I was informed that I was considered ‘LONG HAIR’ (but it’s barely touching my collar!) so I’d have to pay the ‘long hair’ price. What!? What do you call a person whose hair is touching her waist then? Then they tell me, for their list price for a perm, it meant using ‘lousy’ perm lotion so I was advised to get better perm lotion by doing what else….paying more. What!?
In the end, I felt compelled to pay about $40 more than the list price. I picked a lotion brand I could recognize from a list of unrecogniseables. Then another surprise, the lotion I had picked was out-of-stock. Would I like to take the lotion that was $140 more than the listed price? That, of course was in stock.
I remained calm and hesitated too long. So the lady encouraged me to colour my hair instead. I looked at the list price (it was cheaper than a perm) and thought it was reasonable so why not. Ha ha. It was not to be. Surprise, surprise. The list price was for ‘lousy’ colour lotion. It would make my hair dry. Why not pay a bit more and use a better known brand’s colour tints. Sigh. Suffice to say, I didn’t go home with what I had come to get.
Oh and before I left, the hairdresser said, “Did you know, I didn’t use the colour you had chosen.”
(what!?)
“Isn’t this nicer?”
I asked her how I would know what colour to ask for in the future for a touch-up.
Her reply, ‘Eh, I don’t know’.
Well, you get what you pay for. If you just want a cheap cut; any style also can, then go for it. Their service sucks an their standard isn’t that great either. I discovered a whole chunk of unwashed hair dye in my ears when I went home!
All I ask for in a hair salon, is to make me feel good when I leave.
By the way, my bob is clearly lop-sided. It’s longer on the left than on the right.
I doubt if I'll be visiting another hair salon for another 6 months.
I did neaten my own edges somewhere in March but that’s about it. It’s not that I’m cheapskate but I’ve just NOT yet found a satisfactory hairdresser that can make me not feel bad when I leave the salon(for a reasonable price). I found one across the causeway but he's very expensive and I haven’t yet given up hope on finding one on our own shores.
As I’m trying to outgrow a disastrous cactus short hairstyle from last year, I’ve let it sort of grown out into a bob with the ends just barely touching my collar. It’s been low maintenance for me; purely wash and go, which actually suits my busy lifestyle. My hair has just been able to look acceptable for the past half year. The BEST part is, for the past 6 months, I’ve not had to contend with the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach after a disastrous visit to a hair salon. In short, I’ve not had to feel unhappy about my hair. Besides, I’ve discovered that Pantene really does work wonders for your hair (and I’m not sponsored by them to say this!)
Back to my point. Since moving to our new place, our family discovered that a much talked about hair salon touting CHEAP haircuts (I mean below 4 bucks!) was a short walk away.
Mike was the first to try it. He thought the resulting hair cut was so-so but acceptable since it was cheap. Being the guy that he is and having had me as his hairdresser SINCE we met (right up till cheap $10 hair cuts sprouted up and I became too lazy to sweep up the cut hair), he thought it was value for money. I’ve never been trained but I’ve been cutting people’s hair since secondary school days. My secondary school classmates might recall our principal informing during weekly assembly that cut hair had been found in the classrooms and the school was offering to pay for anyone who couldn’t afford hair cuts! (Yes! That was me! That was me!) I continued getting requests from my Junior College friends because they had seen my self-cut hair and it wasn’t all that bad (even if I do say so myself)!
Sceptic that I am, I looked at Mike’s spiky haircut and could spot the bochap, random cutting with a tooth-edged scissors. To me, that’s a lazy hair cutting method. After all, it’s my personal opinion that real cutting skills is from wielding of a pair of NORMAL scissors and NOT using that tooth-edged thingy; even when you want to ‘thin’ or layer the hair.
Anyway, after Mike, my domestic helper tried it; she was happy with her haircut. So I thought, what the heck. I’ve been thinking about getting a light perm for my ends so they can outgrow the short length in a sort of camouflage fashion (you know, kinder to the eyes cos you can’t sport the unevenness etc).
I stepped into the salon last evening. There was a queue of about 6 people ahead of me. I had expected it. When they discovered I wanted a perm, I got bumped ahead to the front of the queue. (Wow, I didn’t see that coming). I sat down and that was when I was informed that I was considered ‘LONG HAIR’ (but it’s barely touching my collar!) so I’d have to pay the ‘long hair’ price. What!? What do you call a person whose hair is touching her waist then? Then they tell me, for their list price for a perm, it meant using ‘lousy’ perm lotion so I was advised to get better perm lotion by doing what else….paying more. What!?
In the end, I felt compelled to pay about $40 more than the list price. I picked a lotion brand I could recognize from a list of unrecogniseables. Then another surprise, the lotion I had picked was out-of-stock. Would I like to take the lotion that was $140 more than the listed price? That, of course was in stock.
I remained calm and hesitated too long. So the lady encouraged me to colour my hair instead. I looked at the list price (it was cheaper than a perm) and thought it was reasonable so why not. Ha ha. It was not to be. Surprise, surprise. The list price was for ‘lousy’ colour lotion. It would make my hair dry. Why not pay a bit more and use a better known brand’s colour tints. Sigh. Suffice to say, I didn’t go home with what I had come to get.
Oh and before I left, the hairdresser said, “Did you know, I didn’t use the colour you had chosen.”
(what!?)
“Isn’t this nicer?”
I asked her how I would know what colour to ask for in the future for a touch-up.
Her reply, ‘Eh, I don’t know’.
Well, you get what you pay for. If you just want a cheap cut; any style also can, then go for it. Their service sucks an their standard isn’t that great either. I discovered a whole chunk of unwashed hair dye in my ears when I went home!
All I ask for in a hair salon, is to make me feel good when I leave.
By the way, my bob is clearly lop-sided. It’s longer on the left than on the right.
I doubt if I'll be visiting another hair salon for another 6 months.
24 Jul 2008
Just a normal (NOT) hi-tech working mum trying to survive a hi-tech world!
Anyone reading my blog lately, would have noticed the changes to the layout and settings which I've been making every other day to it! I'm not completely computer illiterate but my knowledge of all things hi-tech come only from playing around with these irritating gadgets. When you play the piano, you can say something to the effect of 'Oh, I've passed my Grade 8 piano exams' so when that person plays, you kinda expect them to be of a certain calibre. But when it comes to hi-tech gadgets, what's the glass ceiling? There is no finish line. It just keeps moving away.
I want to kiss whoever it is at MOE (Ministry of Education) who insisted that all teachers have to be IT trained. If not for those long hours of training conducted after school hours (and during the school holidays), I would still be blur about all this computer whatchamicallits! It also helped that my current employer (of 9 years) threw me into the swim or sink environment and I've had to deal with all imagineable problems to do with the computer. So much so that it's become innate that when a problem comes up with the computer or a programme, my frustration leads me to want to find a solution (or I won't be able to sleep in peace)! So much so, that I've become pretty mesmerized everytime I walk into a computer store; fidgeting with the gadgets in delight!
An ex-colleague (a very girly, girly, pretty air-headed one) once commented that I was weird liking all this stuff because only 'men like it'.
I'm trying hard to climb these mountains but I'm struggling to keep up with the times. All the gadgets that this millenium has thrown at us and is still throwing at us, it's simply wonderful yet crazy!
I can write, I can draw, I can paint and I want a darn good blog and website (sob! and I want it for free!) to show for it but there's no one there to teach me (for free, that is)! So I continue to experiment.
Bear with me. Just like I'm bearing with my Google Adsense advertisements disappearing on me all the time! Sigh (no actually, screeeaaaammmmm!). When the Public Service Ads start appearing, it probably means I've been doing something not quite right. I've gotta figure this out! I've gotta figure this out!
I want to kiss whoever it is at MOE (Ministry of Education) who insisted that all teachers have to be IT trained. If not for those long hours of training conducted after school hours (and during the school holidays), I would still be blur about all this computer whatchamicallits! It also helped that my current employer (of 9 years) threw me into the swim or sink environment and I've had to deal with all imagineable problems to do with the computer. So much so that it's become innate that when a problem comes up with the computer or a programme, my frustration leads me to want to find a solution (or I won't be able to sleep in peace)! So much so, that I've become pretty mesmerized everytime I walk into a computer store; fidgeting with the gadgets in delight!
An ex-colleague (a very girly, girly, pretty air-headed one) once commented that I was weird liking all this stuff because only 'men like it'.
I'm trying hard to climb these mountains but I'm struggling to keep up with the times. All the gadgets that this millenium has thrown at us and is still throwing at us, it's simply wonderful yet crazy!
I can write, I can draw, I can paint and I want a darn good blog and website (sob! and I want it for free!) to show for it but there's no one there to teach me (for free, that is)! So I continue to experiment.
Bear with me. Just like I'm bearing with my Google Adsense advertisements disappearing on me all the time! Sigh (no actually, screeeaaaammmmm!). When the Public Service Ads start appearing, it probably means I've been doing something not quite right. I've gotta figure this out! I've gotta figure this out!
22 Jul 2008
The Living Dead
We spend the night looking into each other's eyes.
We talk and laugh and hug.
We talk again about the stupid diary entry.
He hugs me tightly and
reminds me again that
humans often wait till it's too late;
they sing praises of the ones they love
only after death.
We look deep into the wells of our souls,
hugging tightly
and understand what we have to do.
We make a pact.
As we continue to live
what little time we have left together,
we will try to think each other as dead.
We talk and laugh and hug.
We talk again about the stupid diary entry.
He hugs me tightly and
reminds me again that
humans often wait till it's too late;
they sing praises of the ones they love
only after death.
We look deep into the wells of our souls,
hugging tightly
and understand what we have to do.
We make a pact.
As we continue to live
what little time we have left together,
we will try to think each other as dead.
21 Jul 2008
Who is XXX???
We've all got a little voyeur going on in there ~ we read blogs.
Whatever you choose to call it. Online diary. Online journal. Log. Record. Ranting. Rambling. Whatever. It's a diary. It's an open book.
For the writer, there's great satisfaction being read by anyone at all.
For the reader, well, there's something decadent about being able to enter someone else's life and reading all about it and yet having the option to remain anonymous.
We read and get to learn something about someone else and sometimes, we go, hey, I'm a little like that too but I didn't know someone else was feeling the same way.
But what of the humble hand written diary?
I stumbled upon a little black book yesterday afternoon.
Lazy Sunday afternoon. The writer having his siesta. The writer's wife unpacking boxes in their room from their recent house move.
It was a simple daily appointment diary book; those which your insurance agent gives you annually.
I opened it. I read it. (well, it was not under lock and key what right?)
A couple of old cinema tickets fall out.
His grandfather's newspaper obituary clipping falls out.
I see a love note in my writing inside.
You would think with 25 years and two kids separating the entries and now, I would not bat an eyelid.
But all the time, I was squinting at the pencil marks, my mouth in an open grin, my heart racing, I wondered, when it said 'tried to call you', 'met you today', 'miss you' ~ was it referring to 'me'?
The diary had my name all over it.
Then I read it. A simple sentence. Four little words. Not my name.
The entry is written tinier and lighter than usual. As though it wasn't meant for anyone to understand, just in case it fell into the wrong hands (muahahaha!!!)
Although it no longer matters, it probably would have mattered back then. Everything could have been different.
A lump gets stuck in my throat.
The writer wakes up and is horrified that his kids too have read the entry and are wagging their fingers at him, going, 'Ooorrrr!!!Who is XXX???'
He tears up the diary and throws it away.
Moral of the story:
stick to online diaries which people actually want you to read!
Remember the song, 'The Diary' by 'Bread'? (70s pop/rock group and nothing to do with your breakfast) You can go to Youtube and find some people playing or singing the tune if you need to know the song. Nice, sad tune.
Poor chap or perhaps lucky that he found out at all....
The Diary ~ by Bread
"I found her diary underneath a tree
And started reading about me.
The words she’d written took me by surprise
You’d never read them in her eyes.
They said that she had found the love she waited for.
Wouldn’t you know it, she wouldn’t show it.
When she, confronted with the writing there,
Simply pretended not to care.
I passed it off as just in keeping with
Her total disconcerting air
And though she tried to hide
The love that she denied,
Wouldnt you know it,
she wouldnt show it.
And as I go through my life,
I will give to her my wife
All the sweet things that I can find.
I found her diary underneath a tree.
And started reading about me.
The words began to stick and tears to flow.
Her meaning now was clear to see.
The love she'd waited for was someone else not me
Wouldn’t you know it, she wouldn’t show it.
And as I go through my life,
I will wish for her his wife
All the sweet things that she can find
All the sweet things they can find"
So he holds me at night and tells me I'm the best thing that has ever happened to him.
He says I'm crazy because he can't remember writing all that stuff.
I believe him.
But I still feel a bit weird.
Whatever you choose to call it. Online diary. Online journal. Log. Record. Ranting. Rambling. Whatever. It's a diary. It's an open book.
For the writer, there's great satisfaction being read by anyone at all.
For the reader, well, there's something decadent about being able to enter someone else's life and reading all about it and yet having the option to remain anonymous.
We read and get to learn something about someone else and sometimes, we go, hey, I'm a little like that too but I didn't know someone else was feeling the same way.
But what of the humble hand written diary?
I stumbled upon a little black book yesterday afternoon.
Lazy Sunday afternoon. The writer having his siesta. The writer's wife unpacking boxes in their room from their recent house move.
It was a simple daily appointment diary book; those which your insurance agent gives you annually.
I opened it. I read it. (well, it was not under lock and key what right?)
A couple of old cinema tickets fall out.
His grandfather's newspaper obituary clipping falls out.
I see a love note in my writing inside.
You would think with 25 years and two kids separating the entries and now, I would not bat an eyelid.
But all the time, I was squinting at the pencil marks, my mouth in an open grin, my heart racing, I wondered, when it said 'tried to call you', 'met you today', 'miss you' ~ was it referring to 'me'?
The diary had my name all over it.
Then I read it. A simple sentence. Four little words. Not my name.
The entry is written tinier and lighter than usual. As though it wasn't meant for anyone to understand, just in case it fell into the wrong hands (muahahaha!!!)
Although it no longer matters, it probably would have mattered back then. Everything could have been different.
A lump gets stuck in my throat.
The writer wakes up and is horrified that his kids too have read the entry and are wagging their fingers at him, going, 'Ooorrrr!!!Who is XXX???'
He tears up the diary and throws it away.
Moral of the story:
stick to online diaries which people actually want you to read!
Remember the song, 'The Diary' by 'Bread'? (70s pop/rock group and nothing to do with your breakfast) You can go to Youtube and find some people playing or singing the tune if you need to know the song. Nice, sad tune.
Poor chap or perhaps lucky that he found out at all....
The Diary ~ by Bread
"I found her diary underneath a tree
And started reading about me.
The words she’d written took me by surprise
You’d never read them in her eyes.
They said that she had found the love she waited for.
Wouldn’t you know it, she wouldn’t show it.
When she, confronted with the writing there,
Simply pretended not to care.
I passed it off as just in keeping with
Her total disconcerting air
And though she tried to hide
The love that she denied,
Wouldnt you know it,
she wouldnt show it.
And as I go through my life,
I will give to her my wife
All the sweet things that I can find.
I found her diary underneath a tree.
And started reading about me.
The words began to stick and tears to flow.
Her meaning now was clear to see.
The love she'd waited for was someone else not me
Wouldn’t you know it, she wouldn’t show it.
And as I go through my life,
I will wish for her his wife
All the sweet things that she can find
All the sweet things they can find"
So he holds me at night and tells me I'm the best thing that has ever happened to him.
He says I'm crazy because he can't remember writing all that stuff.
I believe him.
But I still feel a bit weird.
17 Jul 2008
The Big 40
I turn 40 today.
Wake up, go to work.
Yes, that's right, my day job.
The office phone rings non-stop.
Face a motherload of issues.
Energy sapped.
Mike picks me up for lunch.
Smile.
See lovely trees.
Smile.
I dig into comfort food, Chicken Rice!
Extra helping of chilli sauce please!
I'm ready to take on the world again.
I learn from Mike that Tessa
will buy me a cake after school.
Smile.
Father and Son go to a pet shop to buy.....fish.
No smile.I can't resist it.
"Thank you, John for buying me fish for my birthday."
"Eh, Mum...the Neon Tetras are for me
but your birthday gift is to be able to see them swimming
in my tank."
Smile.
14 Jul 2008
Mural on front door
The photo of the mural painted on our front door can be seen on the portal STOMP:
http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=28274
(I hope the above link works! If not, go to Stomp's website, look for Singapore Seen and then My Space)
http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=28274
(I hope the above link works! If not, go to Stomp's website, look for Singapore Seen and then My Space)
Daughter's local exchange programme
"The real act of discovery consists not in finding new lands but in seeing with new eyes".
~ Marcel Proust
(edited 18 July 2008 - Oops it's one week, not two weeks. A whole load of boys have now gotten hold of her... eh.... mobile phone no. Her dad thinks it can only mean one thing - again going over the sms limit of her phone plan. Sigh.
And guess what? Apparently boys no longer ASK for your phone no. They ask to see your mobile phone. Then while they're fidgeting with your gadget, they send a message to their own phones to capture your no! How creative is that?)
For the next two weeks, my daughter will be attending another secondary school as part of a local exchange programme for some school councillors (school prefects). I think it's a fantastic idea! Although she won't be wearing their school uniform, she'll be expected to attend all their lessons and be subjected to whatever homework the teachers there dish out. She has no lack of male friends made through other avenues like church and school co-curricular activities but still I think it'll be a good eye-opener to attend classes in a co-ed school after years as a convent girl!
Having taught in both single sex mission schools and co-ed government schools, it is my personal opinion that the mission schools do not have to spend so much time on behaviourial correction (I may be wrong but please don't shoot me, lah). The kids in mission schools may not be exempted from misbehaviour but from what I have experienced, in comparison to the government school environment, it is bland green pepper to lethal chilli padi.
Having said that, make no mistake that either set of teachers are better off or better. They all work hard. Well, I mean they are expected to work hard. (I'd be lying if I said I haven't met lazy teachers!) They have to apply different skills to suit their different co-horts. Whatever their motivation, I take my hat off to those who have stuck it out long after their teaching bonds have expired.
Back to the subject of my daughter's exchange programme. She sort of panicked (She seldom panicks - very much like her Dad; cool and calm, kinda bochap, everything-also-can type) and told me that her own school tests were coming up and she'd be missing them because of this exchange programme. Her test marks are to be included in the final exam - so how?
She then said she was expected to do her own school's homework (for the two whole weeks of school missed) as well as her host school's homework - so how?
How? How?! Firstly, I wondered if the school knew that she'd be missing her tests because she would be M.I.A. (poor coordination on whoever's part). Secondly, was she expected to complete her homework from lessons missed (Huh? Play catch up based on what? Private tuition?). Her host school may not be teaching the syllabus in tandem with her own school's so she'll have a lot of catching up to do upon her return.
I don't bother my kids' schools or teachers much. I'm not one of those whiny, 'complainy' parents who often bang their fists and expect the rights due to them because I've been on the other side of the coin and know full well what teachers have to put up with.
From the teachers, all I ask is fairness.
So I told her to JUST GO AND ENJOY her two week exchange programme and not bother about her tests and homework. She's supposed to, amongst other tasks, interview the principal, come back to her own school and give a presentation to the whole school about her experience.
I told her to behave (because she was respresenting her school), think smart and do a good job and to learn from this priceless experience.
Basically, if being away from her own school results in her losing the test marks from her own school and failing some subjects, then so be it.
If poor planning or coordination resulted in such a situation, I'd handle it as a parent when we cross the bridge. Tests are not everything. Exams are not everything. Results are not everything.
~ Marcel Proust
(edited 18 July 2008 - Oops it's one week, not two weeks. A whole load of boys have now gotten hold of her... eh.... mobile phone no. Her dad thinks it can only mean one thing - again going over the sms limit of her phone plan. Sigh.
And guess what? Apparently boys no longer ASK for your phone no. They ask to see your mobile phone. Then while they're fidgeting with your gadget, they send a message to their own phones to capture your no! How creative is that?)
For the next two weeks, my daughter will be attending another secondary school as part of a local exchange programme for some school councillors (school prefects). I think it's a fantastic idea! Although she won't be wearing their school uniform, she'll be expected to attend all their lessons and be subjected to whatever homework the teachers there dish out. She has no lack of male friends made through other avenues like church and school co-curricular activities but still I think it'll be a good eye-opener to attend classes in a co-ed school after years as a convent girl!
Having taught in both single sex mission schools and co-ed government schools, it is my personal opinion that the mission schools do not have to spend so much time on behaviourial correction (I may be wrong but please don't shoot me, lah). The kids in mission schools may not be exempted from misbehaviour but from what I have experienced, in comparison to the government school environment, it is bland green pepper to lethal chilli padi.
Having said that, make no mistake that either set of teachers are better off or better. They all work hard. Well, I mean they are expected to work hard. (I'd be lying if I said I haven't met lazy teachers!) They have to apply different skills to suit their different co-horts. Whatever their motivation, I take my hat off to those who have stuck it out long after their teaching bonds have expired.
Back to the subject of my daughter's exchange programme. She sort of panicked (She seldom panicks - very much like her Dad; cool and calm, kinda bochap, everything-also-can type) and told me that her own school tests were coming up and she'd be missing them because of this exchange programme. Her test marks are to be included in the final exam - so how?
She then said she was expected to do her own school's homework (for the two whole weeks of school missed) as well as her host school's homework - so how?
How? How?! Firstly, I wondered if the school knew that she'd be missing her tests because she would be M.I.A. (poor coordination on whoever's part). Secondly, was she expected to complete her homework from lessons missed (Huh? Play catch up based on what? Private tuition?). Her host school may not be teaching the syllabus in tandem with her own school's so she'll have a lot of catching up to do upon her return.
I don't bother my kids' schools or teachers much. I'm not one of those whiny, 'complainy' parents who often bang their fists and expect the rights due to them because I've been on the other side of the coin and know full well what teachers have to put up with.
From the teachers, all I ask is fairness.
So I told her to JUST GO AND ENJOY her two week exchange programme and not bother about her tests and homework. She's supposed to, amongst other tasks, interview the principal, come back to her own school and give a presentation to the whole school about her experience.
I told her to behave (because she was respresenting her school), think smart and do a good job and to learn from this priceless experience.
Basically, if being away from her own school results in her losing the test marks from her own school and failing some subjects, then so be it.
If poor planning or coordination resulted in such a situation, I'd handle it as a parent when we cross the bridge. Tests are not everything. Exams are not everything. Results are not everything.
11 Jul 2008
My name? His name? Our name?
My marriage to Mike has been around long enough to survive many a pleasureable plateau (grin) and vast earthquakes and yet, I can't decide what to be called. It's especially trying when signing off on my kids' school consent forms. Mmmmm......such a tough life, having to decide....should it be Fiona Chia (which is official, in case you need to send a cheque to me, or I need to sue you in court etc) or Fiona Yeo (which I'm so proud to be because at the very least, I share the same surname as my kids and Mike)?
Am I Fiona Chia or Fiona Yeo, Fiona Chia-Yeo or Fiona Xie? Yes, yes, I was even Fiona Xie during my school days (Oi! OFFICIALLY documented in my school examination certs okay?) but that was many moons before THE Fiona Xie even became famous (muahahaha). Yes, I belong to the era of HanYuPinYin guinea pigs in primary schools!
So there, I share the same name as MY IDOL Fiona Xie (Who doesn't want to look like her? Crazy or what? She's simply adorable and beautiful) and officially, the same surname as sexy blogger Dawn YANG (Corny lah but Fiona Yeo/Fiona Yang, Dawn Yeo/Dawn Yang, get it?). Both of whom, I do not share the same looks or bOOb size with......... unfortunately!
I squirm everytime I'm called Mdm. Chia. There's something about being called MADAM that makes me feel old. I'll always be young at heart but Mdm. brings back all the lines and wrinkles.
It doesn't happen very frequently and now usually restricted to visits to the doctor or dentist!
When we first got married and I was still a young and newby teacher, I had no qualms about adding Mike's name to my I/C so that I would NOT be referred to as Mdm. Chia. I preferred to be called Mrs. Yeo. To me, Mdm. So and So gave me a mental picture of my brood of ageing and unmotivated 2nd Language Chinese teachers (Mother Tongue teachers as they are called today), to whom I owe my level of 'eat potatoe' (chiak kan tang) Chinese to.
So I proudly trooped off with my marriage certificate in hand to add his name to my I/C.
Somehow, because I had a Christian name, the school dropped Mike's Christian name but retained his Chinese name and so in school, I became Mrs. Fiona Yeo Hxxx Cxxx. I know in the teaching community, there are plenty of such name combinations floating around but it irked me no end to see such a name written especially on official name lists circulated at school cluster meetings and courses which I had to attend. Hxxx Cxxx was so clearly a male name. It finally ended when I started teaching at another school and they just settled for Mrs. Fiona Yeo (phew! back to being a female).
Trouble is on all official documents, the authorities don't want to see Fiona Yeo unless it has a prefix 'Mrs'. Otherwise, it counts for nothing (what!?). Besides, if I wrote Fiona Yeo down on a lucky draw, would I be able to claim the prize if I won any?
Why don't I just get rid of either surname? I can't. Can't get rid of my heritage and definitely can't get rid of the connection to THAT snoring chap with whom I've now spent, more years with, than as a single human being. So I remain status quo.
When people need to record my I/C details, they often go, "Wah, why your name so long?". Well, it's not my fault that I have my entire Christian, surname and Chinese name in addition to 'Mrs' followed by Mike's entire Christian, surname AND Chinese name. Wait, we haven't even added our HanYuPinYin names or our Confirmation names (Catholics that we are)! That's another story entirely. Eh, the priest recorded the wrong name on my Confirmaton cert. but I think I'm not exactly in a hurry to add another name to my already complicated list. My friend refers to me as FCY. I like that. FCY.
Fiona Xie (Remember, I had that name first.......Muahahahah!)
Am I Fiona Chia or Fiona Yeo, Fiona Chia-Yeo or Fiona Xie? Yes, yes, I was even Fiona Xie during my school days (Oi! OFFICIALLY documented in my school examination certs okay?) but that was many moons before THE Fiona Xie even became famous (muahahaha). Yes, I belong to the era of HanYuPinYin guinea pigs in primary schools!
So there, I share the same name as MY IDOL Fiona Xie (Who doesn't want to look like her? Crazy or what? She's simply adorable and beautiful) and officially, the same surname as sexy blogger Dawn YANG (Corny lah but Fiona Yeo/Fiona Yang, Dawn Yeo/Dawn Yang, get it?). Both of whom, I do not share the same looks or bOOb size with......... unfortunately!
I squirm everytime I'm called Mdm. Chia. There's something about being called MADAM that makes me feel old. I'll always be young at heart but Mdm. brings back all the lines and wrinkles.
It doesn't happen very frequently and now usually restricted to visits to the doctor or dentist!
When we first got married and I was still a young and newby teacher, I had no qualms about adding Mike's name to my I/C so that I would NOT be referred to as Mdm. Chia. I preferred to be called Mrs. Yeo. To me, Mdm. So and So gave me a mental picture of my brood of ageing and unmotivated 2nd Language Chinese teachers (Mother Tongue teachers as they are called today), to whom I owe my level of 'eat potatoe' (chiak kan tang) Chinese to.
So I proudly trooped off with my marriage certificate in hand to add his name to my I/C.
Somehow, because I had a Christian name, the school dropped Mike's Christian name but retained his Chinese name and so in school, I became Mrs. Fiona Yeo Hxxx Cxxx. I know in the teaching community, there are plenty of such name combinations floating around but it irked me no end to see such a name written especially on official name lists circulated at school cluster meetings and courses which I had to attend. Hxxx Cxxx was so clearly a male name. It finally ended when I started teaching at another school and they just settled for Mrs. Fiona Yeo (phew! back to being a female).
Trouble is on all official documents, the authorities don't want to see Fiona Yeo unless it has a prefix 'Mrs'. Otherwise, it counts for nothing (what!?). Besides, if I wrote Fiona Yeo down on a lucky draw, would I be able to claim the prize if I won any?
Why don't I just get rid of either surname? I can't. Can't get rid of my heritage and definitely can't get rid of the connection to THAT snoring chap with whom I've now spent, more years with, than as a single human being. So I remain status quo.
When people need to record my I/C details, they often go, "Wah, why your name so long?". Well, it's not my fault that I have my entire Christian, surname and Chinese name in addition to 'Mrs' followed by Mike's entire Christian, surname AND Chinese name. Wait, we haven't even added our HanYuPinYin names or our Confirmation names (Catholics that we are)! That's another story entirely. Eh, the priest recorded the wrong name on my Confirmaton cert. but I think I'm not exactly in a hurry to add another name to my already complicated list. My friend refers to me as FCY. I like that. FCY.
Fiona Xie (Remember, I had that name first.......Muahahahah!)
8 Jul 2008
To Lasik or not to lasik?
I'm a four-eyed monster. Have been since I was in primary school. Thankfully, there was such a thing as contact lens, albeit an expensive alternative for a school going kid. I couldn't believe it when my mum agreed to buy me my first contacts in secondary school! I was thankful that the pair of plastic specs would no longer sit on my bridge and push against the pimples on the face caused by the raging hormones! However, lately, with slight long-sightedness setting in, I've pretty much junked my contacts and gone back to being a four-eyed monster. It's so much easier to slip off the glasses to read fine print as opposed to squinting in my contacts.
Girlfriends around me have started going for their Lasik surgery. They swear it's the best thing that's ever happened to them.
Of course I've started to think about it too......but I dunno....I have my doubts.
What motivates a person to go for Lasik? The first word I would think of is vanity. Nothing to be shy about. We're all vain to a certain extent. You do look in a mirror don't you?
I'm not sure who's the original source of this quote but as a younger human, I recall reading this in one of local author, Robert Yeo's books: "Guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses".
How true is that saying? Probably very true for the majority of the male species I know, are in tandem when it comes to the makings of a hot female - and I think wearing glasses is not one of the requirements.
Why do they never say the girls don't make passes at guys who wear glasses? I guess it's because it's not true. (Just look at dear old Harry Potter!?) Although Harry Potter is not my kind of male, I've always had a thing for guys in glasses!
Anyway, back to the feminine form of the four-eyed monster. Coming from an all woman, I think I'm sexy and therefore I am; glasses or no! I digress but no one has yet told me I'm not desirable because I wear glasses. If anything, we are our worst enemy.
Why am I hesitating about going for lasik when prices have already fallen to affordable levels?
I do change my glasses once a year or once every two years and not because they're broke. Usually it's only because I'm vain. I also still have my boxes of trusty contacts with me. They enable me to use the cheap sunglasses which are knocking about in the glove compartment of the car and allow me to use my not so cheap sunglasses lying in my handbag.
I have NOTHING against going for plastic or cosmetic surgery but I think for Lasik, I feel a need to validate going for it, seeing as there are complications that may arise from an apparently simple and quick procedure. Some side effects are dry eyes and night-vision problems and some people start seeing halos or glares, apparently affecting them to a level where it's enough to drive them over the edge. I think the complication that worries me most is having a sort of a post surgery crumpled flap! (Yes, they have to cut the flap!) Basically, there is a chance the cornea may get scarred causing your vision to be even poorer than pre-surgery.
I know, I know, many who have gone through lasik say they see 20/20 now and the whole procedure was chicken feet. But I guess I'm still chicken.
Here are some links to Lasik horror stories. I don't claim these writings to be true. Remember though, this is the internet. Read everything with a pinch of salt and like it's NOT the Gospel truth pleeze.....
http://www.usaeyes.org/lasik/faq/lasik-flap-heal.htm
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/13/fashion/13SKIN.html
http://www.afterlasik.com/My_Story.html
http://www.afterlasik.com/blog/
Girlfriends around me have started going for their Lasik surgery. They swear it's the best thing that's ever happened to them.
Of course I've started to think about it too......but I dunno....I have my doubts.
What motivates a person to go for Lasik? The first word I would think of is vanity. Nothing to be shy about. We're all vain to a certain extent. You do look in a mirror don't you?
I'm not sure who's the original source of this quote but as a younger human, I recall reading this in one of local author, Robert Yeo's books: "Guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses".
How true is that saying? Probably very true for the majority of the male species I know, are in tandem when it comes to the makings of a hot female - and I think wearing glasses is not one of the requirements.
Why do they never say the girls don't make passes at guys who wear glasses? I guess it's because it's not true. (Just look at dear old Harry Potter!?) Although Harry Potter is not my kind of male, I've always had a thing for guys in glasses!
Anyway, back to the feminine form of the four-eyed monster. Coming from an all woman, I think I'm sexy and therefore I am; glasses or no! I digress but no one has yet told me I'm not desirable because I wear glasses. If anything, we are our worst enemy.
Why am I hesitating about going for lasik when prices have already fallen to affordable levels?
I do change my glasses once a year or once every two years and not because they're broke. Usually it's only because I'm vain. I also still have my boxes of trusty contacts with me. They enable me to use the cheap sunglasses which are knocking about in the glove compartment of the car and allow me to use my not so cheap sunglasses lying in my handbag.
I have NOTHING against going for plastic or cosmetic surgery but I think for Lasik, I feel a need to validate going for it, seeing as there are complications that may arise from an apparently simple and quick procedure. Some side effects are dry eyes and night-vision problems and some people start seeing halos or glares, apparently affecting them to a level where it's enough to drive them over the edge. I think the complication that worries me most is having a sort of a post surgery crumpled flap! (Yes, they have to cut the flap!) Basically, there is a chance the cornea may get scarred causing your vision to be even poorer than pre-surgery.
I know, I know, many who have gone through lasik say they see 20/20 now and the whole procedure was chicken feet. But I guess I'm still chicken.
Here are some links to Lasik horror stories. I don't claim these writings to be true. Remember though, this is the internet. Read everything with a pinch of salt and like it's NOT the Gospel truth pleeze.....
http://www.usaeyes.org/lasik/faq/lasik-flap-heal.htm
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/13/fashion/13SKIN.html
http://www.afterlasik.com/My_Story.html
http://www.afterlasik.com/blog/
7 Jul 2008
Changi Village Flea Market changes location
It was a last minute decision to join last Saturday's Night Flea Market at Changi Village. The Flea Market organisers have moved the stall locations to across the street. It used to be located next to the hawker centre (between the two rows of shop houses) and it's now across the street at Block 5 in front of the coffee shops. Not an ideal location if you ask me. I believe the crowd is over at the hawker centre side but I understand that the permanent shop owners there weren't too happy with a night flea market being in competition with them on a weekend.
We were informed that when we had taken a hiatus from that flea market (for nearly a whole month), people had asked for us (wah, thank you, thank you!). They said they thought another stall selling hand painted shoes were us until they took a closer look at the designs and felt that something was amiss; that the designs were not quite like ours. They said the stall owners were telling people they were cheaper than others. Eh, sorry ah, that's NOT Cartoon Lagoon! We do not claim to be cheaper than others. We've done our math. A lot of time and effort (not to mention expensive art materials) goes into our designs and painting and we aren't shy to tell you that if we don't charge what we charge, we will go bust tomorrow. If anything, in Singapore, prices for hand painted stuff and craftwork are relatively reasonable. If you consider this to be art at all, it's a fair price to be paying. We also don't think it fair to compare just prices across hand painted shoe companies considering there are some people who just slap on some paint and call them hand painted shoes, while others put in alot of effort.
If you do not see the Cartoon Lagoon label or copyright mark, it's most likely not our shoes. Cartoon Lagoon promises you quality, love and affection in each and every pair. At flea market promotions, we often have discounted pairs, freebies to give away and also offers like free delivery (not every time though, now with escalating petrol costs, you can understand that it's not cost effective!)
We sell our shoes online, through word of mouth (thank you to our fanstastic customers!) and at the occasional flea market. Sometimes, customers are surprised when they learn that the designs are ours and we hand paint the shoes ourselves. Some even thought the shoes were printed ones! Hey, we're hoping to get our designs printed one day, so if there's anyone with ideas, we'd welcome discussions with you!
We joined the Changi Flea Market last Saturday not so much to promote our shoes but more because we've just moved house and have tonnes of stuff which are still in good condition and too 'sayang' to throw away. My kids and I are avid readers and although we'd already given away piles of books, we've still got piles of books left.
In my haste to join the flea market, I only realised after setting up the booth, that I hadn't posted it on our blog, so I'd called my daughter up (who was on the computer at home), to put up a post. I also explained to her that our customers had told us, that while we were away, they got another stall confused with us and so to inform the customers to to look out for the Cartoon Lagoon label and copyright mark. Eh, what did this teenager do? She followed the first part of the instructions to the T and said we were at blah, blah, blah. For the second part, she encouraged customers to give us support and not buy from the other shops! I nearly fell off my chair when I read the post the next day! I amended the post and reminded her the responsibility that came with online postings. I knew she meant well but it isn't in our nature to put our competitors down. Am pretty sure she felt sheepish (and probably felt she wouldn't be so willing to do Mummy a favour again!).
We're a legitimate business and we're striving to run a business model to look beyond today. We prefer to emulate the hand painted shoe companies who have remained in business after some time and not the hit-and-run mum and pop shops. We hope to be around for a long time to serve you! Viva la Cartoon Lagoon!
We were informed that when we had taken a hiatus from that flea market (for nearly a whole month), people had asked for us (wah, thank you, thank you!). They said they thought another stall selling hand painted shoes were us until they took a closer look at the designs and felt that something was amiss; that the designs were not quite like ours. They said the stall owners were telling people they were cheaper than others. Eh, sorry ah, that's NOT Cartoon Lagoon! We do not claim to be cheaper than others. We've done our math. A lot of time and effort (not to mention expensive art materials) goes into our designs and painting and we aren't shy to tell you that if we don't charge what we charge, we will go bust tomorrow. If anything, in Singapore, prices for hand painted stuff and craftwork are relatively reasonable. If you consider this to be art at all, it's a fair price to be paying. We also don't think it fair to compare just prices across hand painted shoe companies considering there are some people who just slap on some paint and call them hand painted shoes, while others put in alot of effort.
If you do not see the Cartoon Lagoon label or copyright mark, it's most likely not our shoes. Cartoon Lagoon promises you quality, love and affection in each and every pair. At flea market promotions, we often have discounted pairs, freebies to give away and also offers like free delivery (not every time though, now with escalating petrol costs, you can understand that it's not cost effective!)
We sell our shoes online, through word of mouth (thank you to our fanstastic customers!) and at the occasional flea market. Sometimes, customers are surprised when they learn that the designs are ours and we hand paint the shoes ourselves. Some even thought the shoes were printed ones! Hey, we're hoping to get our designs printed one day, so if there's anyone with ideas, we'd welcome discussions with you!
We joined the Changi Flea Market last Saturday not so much to promote our shoes but more because we've just moved house and have tonnes of stuff which are still in good condition and too 'sayang' to throw away. My kids and I are avid readers and although we'd already given away piles of books, we've still got piles of books left.
In my haste to join the flea market, I only realised after setting up the booth, that I hadn't posted it on our blog, so I'd called my daughter up (who was on the computer at home), to put up a post. I also explained to her that our customers had told us, that while we were away, they got another stall confused with us and so to inform the customers to to look out for the Cartoon Lagoon label and copyright mark. Eh, what did this teenager do? She followed the first part of the instructions to the T and said we were at blah, blah, blah. For the second part, she encouraged customers to give us support and not buy from the other shops! I nearly fell off my chair when I read the post the next day! I amended the post and reminded her the responsibility that came with online postings. I knew she meant well but it isn't in our nature to put our competitors down. Am pretty sure she felt sheepish (and probably felt she wouldn't be so willing to do Mummy a favour again!).
We're a legitimate business and we're striving to run a business model to look beyond today. We prefer to emulate the hand painted shoe companies who have remained in business after some time and not the hit-and-run mum and pop shops. We hope to be around for a long time to serve you! Viva la Cartoon Lagoon!
5 Jul 2008
5th July 2008
Today we will be at the Changi Village Flea Market selling our shoes! Do drop by.Block 5.
There are others selling 'similar' shoes at the Changi Village Flea Market. Please ensure that you see the Cartoon Lagoon copyright mark on our shoes. Thanks!
There are others selling 'similar' shoes at the Changi Village Flea Market. Please ensure that you see the Cartoon Lagoon copyright mark on our shoes. Thanks!
3 Jul 2008
Young Parents Mag (Mobile Phone Shot)
Here's a phone shot of the Young Parents magazine (July 08 issue) that Cartoon Lagoon's hand painted 'Dare-to-wear' shoes were featured in.
Thud!
If you've been reading my posts lately, you'd know I've been concerned about the littering problem around my abode. I wrote in to the 'authorities' and today, a different 'authority' telephoned me to say, my complaint had been referred to them and this caller had been observing all morning and nothing had been thrown out of any units. The area was clean! Wait, then the sentence I most fear (and expect).....'We will continue to look into the matter. We will refer back to the XXXXX (previous authority). OK? Ah, OK?'. The guy was in a hurry to hang up.
No matter. I had expected such a response. But I had to write in anyway. My kids think I will be taken away by the 'authorities' one day for being 'kaypoh'. They think I'm trying to be the estate 'police'. Well, I pointed out that they were both school prefects (or councillors as they are known as today) so I asked them where they think they got their genes from since both their parents were prefects in their heyday too? Of course, they rolled their eyes.
Seriously, I'm just trying to instill in them that there is nothing wrong bringing up issues which may help the situation. I definitely do not advocate banging my fist on the table just because. I just think we all have some say in how things can be better done. It's way better than talking behind a person's back or complaining behind the authority's back.
I may be a complain queen but not stupid.
I may be all woman but not a feminist.
I may be loud but not for no good reason.
I do love my country and appreciate what the men in white have done for me
and I prefer to provide positive criticism rather than let any disgruntledness lead me to cross the 'wrong' box on that crucial piece of paper.
So there.
What brought up my kids' comments that I was the estate's 'police' was an incident that happened two days ago.......something landed on the ground just beside the apartment block opposite ours. It's too morbid for details but suffice to say, it was a living thing and not an animal.
After ALL the vans and authorities had left, the splatter of oozing gore was left on the floor. No one was there to ensure it was cleaned up immediately. No barricade. Anyone could have stepped on that. Students were coming home, office workers were coming home.
What did I do? Of course, by now, you would know. I picked up the phone and dialled triple 'X' lah. I told them all their guys had left and no one had cordoned off the area. I stood and waited and glued my eyes on the spot (even though I was a little freaked out) before a team arrived about half an hour later.
I was not an anonymous caller.
I gave my name.
I gave my number.
What did I do wrong that will lead to me being taken away by the 'authorities'? Nothing.
Sigh. Still, for all my gunghoness, I dare not go against them too much and I dare not even spell out who they are in this post! Even if I didn't go anything wrong, I 'dun one' to go to jail leh! So, I continue to write in code (a.k.a XXXXX)! Anyway, any islander (trueblue homegrown or imported alike) who's lived here long enough will understand what I mean.
It's a fine line to walk, standing up for what one believes in and not crossing the line. It's something like advocating thinking out of the box but ensuring your thoughts remain within the circle.
It's a lifeskill and I'm still learning. That's what I'm trying to instill in my kids.
No matter. I had expected such a response. But I had to write in anyway. My kids think I will be taken away by the 'authorities' one day for being 'kaypoh'. They think I'm trying to be the estate 'police'. Well, I pointed out that they were both school prefects (or councillors as they are known as today) so I asked them where they think they got their genes from since both their parents were prefects in their heyday too? Of course, they rolled their eyes.
Seriously, I'm just trying to instill in them that there is nothing wrong bringing up issues which may help the situation. I definitely do not advocate banging my fist on the table just because. I just think we all have some say in how things can be better done. It's way better than talking behind a person's back or complaining behind the authority's back.
I may be a complain queen but not stupid.
I may be all woman but not a feminist.
I may be loud but not for no good reason.
I do love my country and appreciate what the men in white have done for me
and I prefer to provide positive criticism rather than let any disgruntledness lead me to cross the 'wrong' box on that crucial piece of paper.
So there.
What brought up my kids' comments that I was the estate's 'police' was an incident that happened two days ago.......something landed on the ground just beside the apartment block opposite ours. It's too morbid for details but suffice to say, it was a living thing and not an animal.
After ALL the vans and authorities had left, the splatter of oozing gore was left on the floor. No one was there to ensure it was cleaned up immediately. No barricade. Anyone could have stepped on that. Students were coming home, office workers were coming home.
What did I do? Of course, by now, you would know. I picked up the phone and dialled triple 'X' lah. I told them all their guys had left and no one had cordoned off the area. I stood and waited and glued my eyes on the spot (even though I was a little freaked out) before a team arrived about half an hour later.
I was not an anonymous caller.
I gave my name.
I gave my number.
What did I do wrong that will lead to me being taken away by the 'authorities'? Nothing.
Sigh. Still, for all my gunghoness, I dare not go against them too much and I dare not even spell out who they are in this post! Even if I didn't go anything wrong, I 'dun one' to go to jail leh! So, I continue to write in code (a.k.a XXXXX)! Anyway, any islander (trueblue homegrown or imported alike) who's lived here long enough will understand what I mean.
It's a fine line to walk, standing up for what one believes in and not crossing the line. It's something like advocating thinking out of the box but ensuring your thoughts remain within the circle.
It's a lifeskill and I'm still learning. That's what I'm trying to instill in my kids.
1 Jul 2008
Young Parents Magazine July 2008
Yippeeee!!! Cartoon Lagoon shoes have been featured in
July's Young Parents Magazine!
Readers have been calling to ask for our website and we're wondering if our website was listed in the magazine at all?!?
I haven't been able to buy a copy of the magazine (wah, they said sold out. Must be a popular mag with lots o' yummy mummies) and fortunately, Mike just called to say he managed to lay his hands on one (he's definitely a yummy daddy)!
Our shoe pics can be accessed via our website:
http://www.cartoonlagoon.com.sg
Because we have just mooooooooved:
New Tel No (w.e.f. 26 June 2008): +65-6385 6255
The office line is usually transferred to either of our mobile phones when we are out of the office.
email: fiona@cartoonlagoon.com.sg
or mike@cartoonlagoon.com.sg
New Office add:
911, Hougang Street 91, #02-56.
Singapore 530911.
Cartoon Lagoon has been officially registered as an ACRA business Singapore since 2005.
Cheers!
Fiona
July's Young Parents Magazine!
Readers have been calling to ask for our website and we're wondering if our website was listed in the magazine at all?!?
I haven't been able to buy a copy of the magazine (wah, they said sold out. Must be a popular mag with lots o' yummy mummies) and fortunately, Mike just called to say he managed to lay his hands on one (he's definitely a yummy daddy)!
Our shoe pics can be accessed via our website:
http://www.cartoonlagoon.com.sg
Because we have just mooooooooved:
New Tel No (w.e.f. 26 June 2008): +65-6385 6255
The office line is usually transferred to either of our mobile phones when we are out of the office.
email: fiona@cartoonlagoon.com.sg
or mike@cartoonlagoon.com.sg
New Office add:
911, Hougang Street 91, #02-56.
Singapore 530911.
Cartoon Lagoon has been officially registered as an ACRA business Singapore since 2005.
Cheers!
Fiona
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