30 Dec 2009

Happy New Year 2010!!!

How time flies! It's that time of the year again! I was looking at my 2008 New Year Resolutions for 2009 and I've put my comments (self review) in red in the brackets.


1) To be a better servant of God (Most definitely, in terms of my relationship with the Almighty, it's been outta this world for me since I attended the Life in the Spirit Seminar at our church. I've begun speaking and singing in Tongues; something I could not have imagined to be able to do and I've drawn closer to God. Definitely a check)


2) To be a better wife (I can't self review this!!! I still nag but I love him lots more every day that I'm married to him)

3) To be a better mother (I can't self review this either!!! Kids urged me to cook 'sticks' for them (will explain that in another post another day next year) and I refused them cos I was too tired. They were very disappointed. I so far have not bought an iMac for my daughter despite her incessant bugging and I dropped soup on my son's iPhone yesterday evening. Not sure if that will go down well as being a better mother!!! BTW, what's with all the Apple stuff? They're making me broke-r. Material stuff aside, I've been praying more for them and I've been talking about God more to them. Er......I know it comes across as boring stuff to teens sometimes. Too bad. I'm the mum. I get to decide what to say and do. Hah!) 

4) To help my son with his Chinese (This is a tough one. Does it count if you plonk stacks and stacks of unread Chinese compo books in front of him and nag him to memorise phrases? I doubt very much but I'm done with PSLE Chinese and I don't ever want to see those books ever again....yucks!)

5) To improve my own Chinese (I think it got worse this year for lack of practice)

6) To come up with more shoe designs (Oops.....definitely neglected this. Got caught up with God instead and that I cannot complain) 

Resolution # 1001 was.........to lose weight (It's evident I didn't otherwise I would have shouted it from the rooftops or rather HDB water tank tops)

So...........what's my resolution for 2010? I thought long and hard about it and decided that I only have one...........
 
 
 
 
 
TO PUT ON WEIGHT!!!
Hah! That, you have to agree, I surely can do!
 
HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS!!!




(Me, Bangkok Dec 2009 in my favourite purple shirt, S$10 pasar malam denim cut-offs and my trusty travelling Converse anti-snatch-theft handbag. Please excuse the very geeky bag strap length. I had shortened it to hip length because the weight of the bag, which contained the family's passports, digital cameras, handphones, tissue, wet ones, sour kanas and breath mints, slamming against my thighs throughout the Safari walk was getting too much! Fortunately, you can't see my China brand sports shoes in the pic - very comfortable for walking I tell you!!!)

22 Dec 2009

St Gabriel's Secondary School - Here we come!!!

It's the end of the primary school chapter in our lives as our youngest kid (does one say 'younger' or 'youngest' if I only have 2 kids and he's the youngest?) gets posted to St Gabriel's Secondary School, Express Stream! Seems like only yesterday that I was worrying about him passing his PSLE. Phew! Praise the Lord!




That's John, clowning around as usual in a bird enclosure at Safari World, Bangkok Thailand.

Speaking of Safari World, this is the second time at this place for Mike and myself although he has no recollection of it whatsoever. He said it was probably some other guy I had gone on the trip with (erh, yah sure. It was our second honeymoon the year of our wedding. Let's see, what's the probability of me going on a second honeymoon with some other guy???)

In fact, we placed a bet that whoever lost would have to massage the other for 20 mins. I squatted at our photo album cabinet and zoomed in accurately at the old photo album. Whipped it out and watched in glee as he licked his wounds! Purrrrr...... never argue with a woman about stuff like that. Hmmph! Does that guy even remember my name, you wonder sometimes.....

We didn't join a tour to visit the Safari and in the end, it cost us more to go on our own. But it meant we could really take our time visiting whichever exhibits or watching whichever shows we wanted. We could also walk in the opposite direction of where the crowd was going. We noted that for the tour groups, they had limited time and more or less had to follow the instructions of their tour leaders. If you're intending to visit this place sans tourgroup, you might prefer to book a cab for a two-way trip. The cab drivers are only too happy to take a nap while they wait a couple of hours for your return trip. Is the place worth the visit? Yes, but make sure you are buying tickets for the entire place and not just the Safari drive-through.
At time of blogging, the rates per person are (as printed on the tickets):
Safari Park = THB 280
Bird Park = THB 400
Show = THB 70
That worked out to THB 750 per person (about SGD23) and if your kids aren't any taller than 1.5m (I think), they get cheaper rates. Fortunately (actually, unfortunately or fortunately???) my kids aren't that short! One suggestion is you go into the Marine Park and Bird Park first to catch all the shows and exhibits, then you make your way to the Safari Park just before 4 pm to catch the last bus in. You still have to pay for the bus ride per person but the cost is negligible.


BTW, give the boat ride a miss. Thought it came to around SGD8 per person and it wasn't quite worth it. Driverless boat. Nice fauna but fake animal displays are run down.







17 Dec 2009

Back from Bangkok (again)!

We've just come back from our holiday in where else.....Bangkok....again! Love the place. Maybe because everything is much like Singapore. Busy, noisy, always moving, always eating, always shopping. It's home away from home. I also love how gentle some of the Thai girls are. I'm not alone. Hubs was fascinated with this salesgirl at a FBT shorts outlet (yes, of course, when you have a teenage daughter, FBT shorts is a must). Don't ask me where this outlet is ok. We only know how to get there and it took us a LONG LONG time over 2 days to find it.

He kept asking her questions about this size, that colour, that size, this colour. I still can't get over how gentle her replies were. Although you could see she was agitated with his continuous stream of questions, her voice managed to remain calm and soft.
Alamak! Mike told me and the kids he was mesmerized by her voice. We laughed and laughed at the monosyllabic responses. Regardless of what you asked her, her responses were restricted to 'Nooooo, Yeeeees, Oooookay' (oh wait, I stand corrected. 'Okay' isn't monosyllabic!)
Outside the shop, I tried to copy her and spoke to Mike that way. It lasted all of 45 seconds before I broke out into my usual garang voice. What to do? We were crossing the mad road and I was yelling at him to watch out for a reversing truck!

Cannot tahan lah. Anyway, I bet if she had to deal with a Singapore man everyday, she'd last all of 45 days!

Here's something from my favourite Bangkok roadside vendor.....delicious pandan leave fried mealworms, lightly sprinkled in salt! Yummy! Unfortunately, we could only get our hands on a limited no. of packets......



2 Dec 2009

It's only for the maid

What I overheard at NTUC supermarket yesterday evening:

Girl about 12yrs old, holding up a loaf of bread:
                              "Mummy, mummy! Which type of bread better?"

Mother does not look at child. Continues staring at a loaf of 'designer bread' in her own hands:
                               "Aiyah! The cheapest lah! It's only for the  
                     maid what!"          

Girl runs off back to bread shelf to look for 'cheapest type of bread'.                 

Lady, are you kidding me????????????????????

28 Nov 2009

PSLE Results 2009 - St. Gabriel's Primary School

So after all the years of anguish and anxiety, the boy has done us proud. His results by other people's standards may be nothing to crow about but to us, it is nothing short of a miracle!

A clear pass into the Express stream:
English A
Math A
Science A
Chinese (Mother Tongue) D

Ha ha. Yes, 'D' grade for Chinese. That's alright, considering we are the very English speaking family that makes up the statistics in MM Lee's 'failed' Learn Chinese policy!

If you've been following my blog, you would have realised that I've been biting my nails worrying about our son's PSLE. We desperately needed to map out a strategy for him.

With the condition his Chinese and Math was in, he would be headed for Normal Academic Stream if we didn't do something soon.
Since he was sucky in Chinese (it's cruel but honest) and was failing his Math in the beginning of this year, he would have little choice but to aim to score A* in his Science (which is a subject he loves) and at least an A in English (we are realistic - even though he never needs to study this subject, he's not quite in the same league as his older sister). Since the first CA (Continual Assessment), we told him he had only a couple of months to pull up his socks in regards to his Math. Believe you me, if you had sat down with him to watch him do his endless stream of Math homework with nary a notion of  how dire a situation his Mathematical foundation was in, you'd have panicked.

Never ever having Math tuition before, we signed him up for weekly group tuition. Also sent him over to my mum's place (a retired teacher) for some coaching (even though I'm an ex-teacher, I cannot seem to teach my own kids). Slowly but surely, his grades started to improve. As parents, we were still worried sick because the pace of his improvement was slooooow, to say the least! By mid-year, he passed his Math SA (Semestral Assessment). By prelims, he had improved into the 70s score. We patted him on the back and prayed and prayed for Divine Intervention. (Note that we couldn't do much about the Chinese at this point - although we did hire a Bilingual tutor to coach him for just a few months and we also nagged him to memorise some Chinese phrases from compo books!).

A month before his PSLE, his grandma stepped up the coaching (she lives near us) and I handed them a set of DVDs teaching the solving of Problem Sums. Told Grandma to just sit there and watch with him. He'd at least be learning something from watching the DVDs (this tells you clearly he doesn't have a long attention span in regards to his studies). Do note that this set was sitting on his table since the beginning of the year collecting dust!

Finally, when he came back from his PSLE Math exam, he said it was 'difficult'. He said he did attempt all sums and didn't leave any sums blank but there were a few sums he felt he clearly got wrong. Since the exam was already over, I didn't even bother asking him what sums came out. But then, the media and friends and relatives started asking how he found the Math paper after the Media / Parents Bruhaha about the difficulty level surfaced. Our hearts sank then. If the top scorers were crying over their performance, what of our little boy? Would he stand a chance at all? Er....the boy really had no idea how he would fare. I recall writing a blog entry about how he just remained composed throughout the exam because he had no pressure to perform (He meant pressure to get A* from his parents, teachers or himself).

So, on D-Day last Thursday, 26 Nov 2009, Mike and I were hoping that he would at least be posted to Normal Academic with option to go to Express. Yes, we felt we were being realistic.

When John came walking out of his classroom, beaming with his results in his arms, I just hugged him and burst out into tears of joy (crying Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!) when I saw his grades and score of 212. Yes, it may be by no means anything to hark about for you or the general public but for me and to anyone else who's realised the dilemma we had to face because of his Chinese, it's a personal triumph for him and our family. Yes, he didn't score an A* in Science but my goodness, from a fail to A for Math? Praise the Lord!

So what is my advice to parents out there like me? Be there for your kids, regardless of their school standards or results. Know their weaknesses and be realistic about the goals you set for them. Love them and support them despite what they may get.

Who will believe me if I say that my boy doesn't study on his own at all. I mean it. We've just given away our piles and piles of undone and unused Assessment books. Unused. Yes. I speak the truth. He never did anything extra outside of his homework. Because he took so long to complete his work, he never ever had time to do anything else. The only time he did anything extra was during tuition class or with his Grandma. We are not strict with TV nor with computer games. Our kids are allowed to pace themselves. They have to have ownership of the consequences of their actions. You don't put in the effort, you fail.
 
Mike and I stayed true to our principle of allowing our boy to have fun throughout his primary school education. His teachers at St. Gabriel's Primary School did not let him down. They know him by name and he loves them and his friends dearly. Now, he's shown us that it's OK to not over-pressurize your kid in school. We love him for what he's become and really, really wish to thank the Principals, HODs and teachers of St. Gabriels for the wonderful 6 years! 

(Afterthought: Now, if only he can get into St Gabriel's Sec....)

16 Nov 2009

Hair today, gone tomorrow

Now you see it........



Now you don't........






Yes. I finally caved in to all the 'Cut your hair short, lah!' from my kids. 'Something funkier' is what they meant. Apparently, though their Dad has a Coke belly, he has way cool hair that stands up. Their friends liken him to being a Korean star. They want their Mum to look as cool as Dad. Ah....the concerns of teens nowadays. Hubs has been urging me to do it.

My daughter's theory: 'Mum, your own husband has asked you to cut it short. That means he likes you in short hair. So he'll like you even better if you cut it. Do you want him to go after another woman in short hair?'
Sigh. I asked her what would happen if after I'd cut it, he decided he liked Megan Fox's hair better instead. Daughter shakes head and says it wouldn't make a difference cos I can't 'make the cut' anyway. Gee, thanks.

Anyway, I was game for a change. Apparently, hubs LOVES it. He kept gawking at me this morning. He woke me up early just so he could help me wax and web it properly. You lose, Megan!


Here are my kids going, 'Ew! Mum! You taking your own photos. That is so Ah Lianish.' (They meant the self-photo taking)
Their Dad was just going, 'Do you see, Mummy? What a difference. Nice what! So nice!'









26 Oct 2009

New ideas for Cartoon Lagoon

I'm getting very excited!!! Getting an adrenline rush just thinking about it!!!
What, you ask??? Covert or clandestine meeting with a lover?
Nah! Plenty of new ideas for Cartoon Lagoon racing through my head.
So many things to do, so little time! Tick tock, tick tock.

Now that my son's PSLE is over and I'm officially 'free-er', I've started to run through the list of things I wish to do with our business, Cartoon Lagoon.

Cartoon Lagoon was borne from a dream I had when I was a young school girl. It's been running for a couple of years now and as my hubby says, I really did realise my dream.

But my kids are still jibbing each other in the ribs and giggling at their mum's non-existent book. Yes, yes as the movies say, 'Coming soon'.

23 Oct 2009

We're back (from our 'honeymoon')!

This is just a short post to let you know we're back.

Well, turns out both kids didn't want to follow up to KL, Malaysia. Do teenagers stop wanting to follow their parents on holiday trips? Ok, maybe because it was only across to Malaysia but even then! So anyway that meant Mike and I had a honeymoon of sorts!
We went there to meet up with my brother who was there for a holiday with his wife, twins and in-laws.

Here's a pic of the twins in their hotel room. Mummy and Daddy managed to buy for a song, what I call  a thin pasar-malam (night market) mattress for them to roll about. They were clearly fascinated by their dad's netbook and some funny kids' show he was playing on it.

(For obvious reasons, I don't want to post clearer or frontal pics of them....)




Twin nieces fascinated by their dad's netbook and whatever was showing.

Adorable, right? Want to pinch them cos they're so bak-bak (fleshy). I have these cute lil nieces and nephews but they are scattered around the world. Humbug! Can't babysit them even if I wanted to!

15 Oct 2009

Who can lose 5KGs first?

My second (and last) kid has sat for this PSLE and now that the final paper is over, it's time to relax (and I don't mean him, I mean his Mummy)!
It's kinda surreal. I can't quite believe that PSLE is over. I know the papers were tough and I hope he doesn't fare so badly that he has to 'stay back' (be retained in primary school). That would give even this relaxed mum, a heart attack.

I have a list of personal to-do things, now that 'my' PSLE is over. First, I'm going to take a break for a few days. Yes, although I am also considered a relatively 'relaxed' PSLE mum, I still had my moments. It has gotten so bad that after school yesterday, some boys had a 'Xbox 360 Live' HALO party. Picked the chap up from his pal's place in the evening and during the drive back, had to bite my tongue as I wanted badly to ask him if he had finished his homework! (I mean the school homework).

Second, Mike and I have embarked on a competition(starting last night) now that our son has 'no more homework'. It's called, 'Who can lose 5 kgs first?'. The prize? A two-hour massage by the losing party. Yes, the losing party has to do the massage. We often have these crazy bets, he and I. You know, for me, it's tiring just to massage for 10 mins, let alone an hour. This is going to be a tough one. Just to go off course a bit, I once gifted him with a self-decorated envelope of massage coupons for his birthday. I bought different aromatic oils, rubs, romantic lights etc. He'd cash in his coupons whenever he felt like them. I got so tired massaging that when he finally wanted to cash in his last 2 coupons, I told him they had expired.

I'm actually convinced I'll lose. Why? Because I'm aiming to lose FATS not weight. By that, I mean, I'm aiming to tone up them flabby arms, waist, butt and thighs. When I do that, my weight is going to go up first (muscle mass) before it drops (if I am persistent). Previously, when I was going for Belly Dancing classes 3 times a week, the weighing scale readings went north first. I did feel discouraged at first (What! Hours of Belly Rolls, prancing around with hip and arm movements and yet I was putting on weight?!) but because I enjoyed my classes so much, I was consistent and so the readings started to go south. Yes, but that was then. Now.....

So,  while I start my own body toning regime, my hubby's going to do his own stuff. We're scoffing at each other's plans (that's why we're in competition)! Don't let that Coke-filled rotound tummy (no, he doesn't drink alcohol) mislead you. I've seen him drop 5 kgs in a week but with the help of food poisoning of course.

I have to be realistic about my body. Despite having a small frame, I am big-boned. Even when I was thin, my wrist and ankles were thick. On top of that, my gynae used to tell me that I was a very muscular person. No he didn't mean I had the bulk of a body builder. He had cut me open during the C-section and apparently he could tell that I WAS muscular. His description (not during but after the event lah) was something like, 'Plenty of muscles! Plenty of muscles!'. Therefore, the bulk of what I used to carry, was muscle. Ah...but that was then. Now, the bulk of what I carry is still the muscles and of course fats. How would I know? My body parts are jiggly.
Also, I did a simple calculation and I'm carrying around 40% fats. 40%!!! Can you imagine that? It's like you let cute little Ms. Fat enter your house, 'Aw, what's the harm, right?' Then another Ms. Fat, then Mr. Fat, then Mrs. Fat, then nephew Fat, niece Fat, Grandma Fat, Grandpa Fat....till you have this whole household of Fats living with you. You want to chase them out but no one is budging. You get the picture.

So I've got to get started on this new routine first before doing the other things on my to-do list. Time to get off our butts and work the fats. May the best man (or woman) win!

12 Oct 2009

PSLE Maths 2009

Parents up in arms about the 2009 PSLE Maths paper?

For any foreigners reading this who do not understand what the hullabaloo is about PSLE in Singapore, it is THE national exam where they weed out the unsmarts from the smarts at the tender age of 12. It is THE exam where you sit for 2 language papers (one being English and the other a second languare which I feel in my personal opinion, was nonsensically renamed 'Mother Tongue'. Then there's Mathematics and Science. Majority of the children sit for the 4 main papers. There are exceptions.

Then the nation tabulates each individual's scores and has your raw scores compared across the board. Out comes your final score. THAT score allows the smarts to go to 'better' secondary schools and lets the unsmarts attend 'ordinary' secondary schools. Within the secondary school, you will, with the help of your very important PSLE score, be able to attend the 4 year 'Express' Course or 5 year 'Normal' Course. Apparently in Singapore, when you're 'Normal', it actually means you're slow. If you're abnormal, you get to take the faster 4 year course. Given that majority of Singaporean 12 year olds get streamed to the 'Express' Course (including myself), we have a whole lot of abnormal people floating around on this island.
It's a lot more complicated than just having the same syllabus being divided into 4 or 5 years. It makes a whole lot of difference because their pathways have more or less been marked out. But that's another story and I'll come to that when I come to that.

THAT PSLE score, you might want to remember for the rest of your life because some idiotic teacher in your secondary school, might still be asking you for your PSLE score 3 or 4 years down the road, as a means to gauge how smart you are (You were smart then, so you must be smart now. You were unsmart then, you must be unsmart now. Ah.....do you get how important it is now? Get it???) THAT score, you might want to keep holding on to because some idiotic employer, when you're finally old enough to go to work, might view your PSLE score as a means to determine if you get hired!

Now tell me, how smart a system is that?

My PSLE score? I don't remember. If you're idiotic to even ask me now (*knock your head*), I'll keep mum and let you remain an idiot.

Now, tell me, if parents whose kids went to 'top' primary schools, are complaining that their kids came home crying because of this year's PSLE Maths paper, what more my son, who was failing Maths at the beginning of the year? Well, he came home smiling because well, 'Maths is over! Yay!'
I asked him last night, on the drive back from church, why he hadn't panicked and cried when his 'smarter' cohort across the island had. Besides, he said he had time to attempt ALL the questions when his 'smarter' peers hadn't!

Now, I'm not saying he's right or that he might pass but my 12 year old's theory is (and he DOES love theories) that he had NO PRESSURE to perform super well in his Maths PSLE paper. No one expects him to get an A* (the highest grade). This is a boy who has shown a marked improvement in his Maths over the past few months and as a parent, I have to recognise and remember that.

Yes, as I was saying, we all just hope that he passes! He has come to the conclusion that because those 'top school' boys were expecting to get A*, they expanded all their energy trying to get the sums right and broke down when they couldn't. Whereas he, going into the exams with no expectations, just went about doing each sum he could do and skipping sums he couldn't do. He treated it just like any other test or exam. After he had done those he could, he'd just go back and try to solve those he couldn't.
He also thinks that some kids were thinking too hard about the sums. He had 1 or 2 sums he thinks he got right (his tuition group concluded this) when his 'smarter' peers did not because they were doing too many 'steps'. He was trying to solve the sums simply.
I was very pleased with his theory (*mother smiling smugly*). I have taught my son well, regardless of the outcome of his results!

But am I worried? Yes lah, of course! The boy doesn't realise the sharks he is pitted against. This is Singapore, I do wish my son to survive the shark pool at the very least. But we are up against some policy makers who think demoralising kids with such 'interesting' sums is the best way to go.

So, with parents' complaints come the standard Civil Servant responses.
Yes, yes, we are all aware that Singapore is known for their superb Maths standard. So what? Why twist and turn words in a mathematical sum? WORDS ---> belonging to the English language. Are we testing Mathematical concepts or English comprehension here? Do you think every Primary 6 teacher is equipped to solve such sums? Yes, yes, I know, they undergo training etc. I was one of them remember? I spent countless nights solving these sums in preparation for my lessons! Not all teachers can impart these concepts. Why the need to send our kids to good private tutors then?

What's this about this year's sums being no different from other years? Actually, that's exactly my point. Year in, year out. Samo, samo. Why fix it if it ain't broke, right? We're top Maths performers in the world.... yadda yadda. Authorities, wake up your idea, man!

Sigh. This will never end. I will end my day's blog with this though. There have been people who did badly for their PSLE, who are now performing far better than those who did well. So parents, take heart. Don't be the idiots which those idiots take you to be. Be there for your kid regardless. Period. Can't stress enough. One day, your kids will remember, not the PSLE questions. Not their results. But that through their tears or their fears (or in my son's case, his smiles!) the fact that their Mummy or Daddy was there patting (not whacking) their backs.

7 Oct 2009

Heartland Blooms

Beautiful blooms in Toa Payoh Central.


Unfortunately, when Mike and I tried to find a place to sit under the beautiful canopy of bougainvilla blooms, we found the benches occupied by people who were sleeping on them instead. Yes, way too cozy.

6 Oct 2009

PSLE 2009

PSLE written papers start tomorrow, 7th October 2009!!!

7 Oct (Wed) - English
8 Oct (Thur) - Math
9 Oct (Fri) - Mother Tongue
12 Oct (Mon) - Science
13 Oct (Tues) - Higher Mother Tongue

1 Oct 2009

Happy Children's Day 2009!

Happy Children's Day!

So it's a school holiday for primary school kids. Bet many of you mommies and daddies are on leave today huh?
My son and all his P6 schoolmates had to go to back to school today for supplmentary lessons because their PSLE is next week. I can't thank his teachers enough. The P6 kids were even treated to a lunch of chicken wings and pizza!

30 Sept 2009

Eh, is there an earthquake near Singapore?

I just felt the ground move under me and my office is on the ground floor, mind you. I felt so giddy for a moment (for quite a long moment). Thought I was having inner ear problems again. Got up, went outside to take a look but nothing out of the ordinary. Went back into the office and the door is banging against the door jam. The blinds are swaying. Yikes. Is there an earthquake somewhere? Gotta go home to catch the news! If I don't make it out of here before I finish my work, you know why.

(Note 1 Oct 2009: Yes, in fact, there was an earthquake in Sumatra yesterday evening, measuring 7.6 on the richter scale. It was felt across some parts of Singapore.)

Last Primary School Report Book Slip of the Year

John came home and showed me his P6 Report Book with what is probably his last report slip of the year. This is sort of what was written in the remarks column (didn't strike me to copy it before returning it back to the teacher) :

"A Vice-Head Prefect in the school. John scored two distinctions in the University of New South Wales' ICAS for Science and Computer Skills. He has made a marked improvement in his mathematics. Well done!"

I cannot recall the exact words. This is the gist of what I remember reading (late at night) and groggy from being woken from lying in bed with John's usual, 'Mum! You didn't sign my report book!'. Of course I went, 'But you didn't show it to me!'

Every year, the primary and secondary school kids get the option to sit for external tests conducted by Educational Assessment Australia (EAA) which is owned by the University of New South Wales. According to the website, "EAA specialises in large-scale assessments including the International Competitions and Assessments for Schools (ICAS). ICAS tests primary and secondary school students in the core curriculum subjects each year nationally and internationally."

Yes, you have to pay for the tests which you wish your child to take. Yes, it is a way to see how you fare against your local and international peers. Yes, it is a way for me to assure myself that though my son may be streamed to the 'Normal Stream' (5 yrs in the Secondary School) because of his sucky Chinese Mother Tongue standard, I think he'll be okay in life.

Yes, I know. This is only the PSLE. Why torment myself over this silly local exam? You have to understand where I'm coming from. This is Singapore. I mean THIS IS SINGAPORE. The island we live in where most of the people judge you by your school exam results!!! Hah! Dumb but true.

Why? Why? Why? Why can't these men-in-white see the light? Just let  kids like mine enjoy learning their Mother Tongue. Make it a non-exam subject so that kids will really, really get to enjoy speaking and writing. Groom them to become eloquent speakers and writers. Isn't that the purposes? Do away with including the Mother Tongue grades where streaming or postings are concerned. Concentrate on making us a nation of good English speakers before our English standard goes 'Boomz!' (term coined by infamous 2009 Ms. Singapore/World, Ris Low).

His dad and I told John 2 nights ago, that he should strive to become a Minister and probably that would have to be Education Minister so that he can make changes to this sucky 'Mother-Tongue-marks-included' policy and save the younger generations!

I'm just a typical mum trying not to worry about my son's future. If he gets streamed to the Normal Stream, that would mean 1 extra year in the secondary school while his peers go on to Junior College or Polytechnic. The whole secondary school curriculum standard will be different from those in the Express Stream (4 years). Expectations will be different. It will be a totally different ball game, ya? (why did I just add that 'ya'? it sounds so 'Sarong Party Girl'!).


And why, pray tell will he get streamed to the Normal Stream if he is as smart as his mum thinks he is? Because he isn't good with the Chinese language. He's improving but it's not fast enough and it's going to sabotage his overall PSLE aggregate. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

But you know, funny thing....I took a longer drive back home from work yesterday evening (whoever drives up the opposite direction of where they are going? well, I did!). I needed some time to think while the stereo was blasting 'Praise and Worship' music. Then I passed a traffic junction where a few years ago, John's school mate (who was in P6 then) had been knocked down and killed. I've passed that spot many times. But this time, it just hit me. It has become very clear.

I will accept my son, than no son at all.
I will accept my daughter, than no daughter at all.
I will accept my husband, than no husband at all.
I will accept Jesus and whatever he has in store for me, joy and tears, than no Jesus at all.

24 Sept 2009

PSLE Countdown

Tick Tock! Tick Tock! Approximately 12 days to go before the main PSLE papers.

I'm so excited.....in about 2 weeks, I should be able to calm my nerves (well, until the PSLE results day, that is)!

Can you believe it? Time sure flies! Seems like only yesterday when I'd driven to my boy's school to observe the boys and decide if I should register him there for P1. No regrets. He's had a wonderful time at St. Gabriel's Primary, that's for sure. His teachers and friends have made him feel very at home during school hours. Definitely no regrets.

Hmmph! Next year this time, I'll be biting my nails for my daughter's GCE 'O' Levels......will come to that when I come to that......

Is this what Singaporean mums live for?!?!

17 Sept 2009

PSLE 2009 - Listening Comprehension

Yep, tomorrow is PSLE 2009 Listening Comprehension. Time to dig your ears, candidates!!

Let me apologise first if you see me blogging only intermittently over the next few weeks. Between fulfilling our shoe orders and observing our son who's taking the PSLE this year (note that I say 'observe' not 'drive him crazy') I may not have much time to write. Those who read my other blog: http://www.cartoonlagoonjoy.blogspot.com
will know that we are also on a journey to strengthen our relationship with God. An urgent journey I must add! We have much to learn and little time left!

Will throw in a line or two every now and then just to let you know that I'm still alive and kicking!

14 Sept 2009

Singaporean Diction

I don't know about poor little Ms Singapore/World, Ris Low (a pretty face who's been ripped apart on Youtube for her bad diction) but I do find the English language complicated sometimes.

Not trying to boast (yes, ok, just a little) but although I used to score As in my English and General Paper exams, I still struggle with good pronounciation and diction.
Bad grammar aside (therefore, I am not talking about Singlish), I am referring to the way words are articulated. There should be no confusion about Singlish and bad diction.
Most of our island's men-in-white (a.k.a. main political party) speak blandly in monotones but that does not mean they speak bad English. They are speaking grammatically correct English with a Singapore accent.

Put it simply, I am able to put on my fake British or American accent easily. I do this when I am speaking during necessary interaction with foreign 'Ang Mohs' who cannot seem to understand if I don't. If I use these accents with locals, they think I'm trying to show off. So I don't. So most of the time, I speak bland English and Singlish so much so that people think I have horrible English. Sigh.

Anyway, my point is I not only switch accents, I switch from Standard English to Singlish. Therefore, at any one time when I speak, I am actually making an unconscious choice to switch. Hey, it's quite a skill we Singaporeans have got going on there.

The danger is when we get too comfortable speaking Singlish in our shortcut manners of expression to our kids. We get so used to it that THEY get used to it too and some, like Ris, just don't have the ability to master good grammar or good diction, much less have the ability to switch.

When I was younger, I struggled to pronounce these words correctly :

VETERINARIAN (quick, say that quickly!)
VETERINARY (say that quickly too)
ITINERARY
HIPPOPOTAMUS (Mike used to laugh and laugh at the way I'd say this)
CZECHOSLOVAKIA

I still struggle with the vet word. When people ask me what my brother or his wife do....I just say they are 'Vets'. Hee hee.

There are plenty more added to my list now.......

Once, pertaining to my job, I joined a group of guests to go on a tour conducted by one of our defence forces. Individuals manning their equipment had to speak about the functions of their equipment.
After the tour, we had a meeting to evaluate the tour. Many of the 'Ang Mohs' said they could not understand what was spoken during the tour. One 'Ang Moh' stood up and said that in the first place, Singaporeans DO NOT speak English. They speak another language altogether.
I was burning with fury when he said that. But I looked around the whole room filled with foreigners and thought better than to speak up and out against what he said. Yes, I felt defensive but really, I myself, could NOT understand what those soldiers were saying!!! So Malu!!!

So, we may laugh at poor Ris Low or we may get fed up with the Government for trying to improve our English standards but if we islanders don't do something to speak well now, there will come a time when no one else in the world understands what Singaporeans are saying. As it is, they already don't.

31 Aug 2009

PCOS update

Silly me; went and agreed to a morning doctor's appointment at KK Hospital, thinking since it'd be the earliest time slot, I'd be able to make a dash back to the office real quick. But it was not to be.

Why would they even give you an appointment time slot nearly 45 mins before the doc is ready to see you? Rushed to the hospital amidst heavy traffic then sat there waiting and waiting (ok, I had all those pregnant women to observe and those annoying little kids running around in circles in their squeaking shoes (shoes which go 'oink', 'oink' with each step) and muttering under my breath at the even more annoying parents who let their kids just run amok (a hospital mind you! a yucky, germ-filled environment in case they did not notice!)

I mean, because it was a morning appointment, I had to pass not one but two ERP gantries. Zap! Zap! With each zap, hubby's growling got louder!!!

For the uninitiated, we have in Singapore, a card reader gadget installed in each and every vehicle where you insert a cashcard (a card topped up with your bank account). Some of our major roads have gantries (especially into areas which there would be more traffic) and each time you pass under those gantries, an amount is deducted from your card automatically. Yes, we're pretty high tech. It's basically paying a toll without the employment of humans.

So anyway, I thought I had the earliest appointment but found someone seeing the doc ahead of me. The good thing is it was a different doc this time. A very sweet, young, gentle doctor who took her time to explain options to me clearly.
Without the meds, my cycles have improved but they are still not ideal.
I let her know my decision to continue discontinuing my daily meds for keeping my PCOS in check. The last time I came off the meds, I had cold sweat, palpitations and womb contractions. The doc thought it was odd since such side effects were more commonly seen during the course of the meds and not after!
(Interestingly, many people put on weight during the meds and so when I came off, I should have shed some weight right? Uh-uh. Nope, not yours truly!)

Anyhow, she's giving me a 6 month period to 'see how'. That's kind of her. She basically isn't discharging me yet since I told her I took the trouble to take a longer way via the Polyclinic route to KKH! Oh and I made it a point to schedule the next appointment for late in the day. The last appointment of the day in fact. I've been there late afternoon before and there's always a jam going into the carpark but I'll take it. It's a better option than paying ridiculous ERP charges.

27 Aug 2009

Are these seats taken?

My lunch partner and I were having lunch yesterday. There were only two of us but the smaller two seater tables were taken up. There was a 6 seater available. We sat down at one end and as there was no one beside me, I placed my handbag on the chair next to me. Now, I don't usually do this. I usually place my bag behind me on my seat, sling it around the chair back rest or place it on the floor (no, I'm not anal about the floor dirt touching my bag - there is such a thing as babywipes for later). But the seat was empty and I saw people already starting to finish their lunch and leave.

I'm digging into my chicken wing when this lady swoops down beside me, gesturing at the 4 empty seats.
She makes it a point to specifically point to the chair my handbag is on.

The Chinese lady asks (in a very polished, Americanised English accent) if those seats (she still points to my handbag) are taken. I shook my head, said, 'No, go ahead' and removed my handbag from the empty seat.

The lady yells and waves at her hubby and kid in a kiasu sort of way (Hmm....I'm thinking.....3 of them....where's the fourth person?)

She then tells them where to sit and puts her handbag on the seat I had just removed my handbag from.

My lunch partner raises an eyebrow at me. I raise my eyebrow at him. We both stare at the lady's handbag again and I think of my handbag now squashed on my lap between my flabby tummy and my plate of chicken wing. We stare at each other in silence; he's grinning and I'm shaking my head, shrugging my shoulders and rolling my eyes. I had to bite my tongue from asking that lady if my handbag could share the seat with her handbag.

By the way, when she started eating and talking to her hubby, her polished English accent had given way to none other than Singlish.

21 Aug 2009

PSLE 2009 - Mother Tongue (Chinese) Oral Exam

Judging from the time on my watch, my psuedo 'Ang-moh' son is probably being grilled in his Chinese Oral Exam this minute as I am typing. I did not worry about yesterday's English exam but today's........well, actually, although I have more cause to worry today, I'm not worrying as much as usual. Does this make sense?

I no longer worry very much about his PSLE. Funny I should be able to say this less than 2 months from his actual written papers.

6 years of primary education, 2 years of kindergarten education, 1 year of nursery and 1 year of playschool. What have they all added up to?
A very fun and funny kid, that's what.

Whatever the outcomes, whatever routes both my kids have to take, I thank God I even have my kids at all. I hope that one day, they'll both be able to look back and remember Mum for just being there for them.

19 Aug 2009

PSLE Oral 2009

Tomorrow marks the start of the Primary 6 pupils' PSLE 2009, otherwise known as the Primary School Leaving Examination for 12 yr olds. It's the start of the Oral exams followed by my son's Prelims (preliminary exams) next week.

Mummy here can't wait for the written PSLE papers to be completed in mid-October.
Wherever it may lead my kid, to me, it'll mark a milestone in my journey as a mother.

12 Aug 2009

Chilli Crab!

Last night, hubs lets out a 'bloody h-ll'! when he lost a stage on his PSP.

Wife: (Shaking my head at him) 'Tsk! Tsk! Aiyoh! Cannot say bloody h-ll anymore!'

Hubs: Then say what?!

Wife: I dunno. Replace with something, lah.

Wife: (deep in thought) Mmmmm.... how about.....Chilli Crab!

Hubs: (tries it) Chilli Crab!!!

Hubs: (tries again) Chilli Crab!!! Ay, not bad. I don't like crabs anyway so saying 'Chilli Crab' quite good.

Wife: (grabs PSP from hubs)

Hubs: Oi! Chilli Crab!

He spends the whole night 'Chilli Crabbing' me and we laugh and laugh and laugh.
We've not laughed like this in a long time. It doesn't seem that funny writing this down, but when I was rolling on the bed with laughter, it reminded me of the time when we were young again.

P.S: He 'Chilli Crabbed' me again this morning.

11 Aug 2009

National Day 2009

Once I would have felt shy but this is what happens when you grow older. You are so comfortable with yourself and you have so much new found confidence that you are bold enough to.......well...... step out of the house as a family in red outfits.

Mike and I wore red outfits (including his red sneakers) the whole of our nation's birthday. In the morning, first for breakfast at some crowded coffeeshop whose fan was blowing hotair, I kid you not (actually, I thought I was imagining things until Mike asked me if I felt that fan over our heads was blowing hot air!). We weren't the only ones in red clothes but we got some funny stares from people anyway. Why ah? I don't understand. It felt really good to see more people dorning red this year.

Then in our red outfits, we went over to Courts Tampines to suss out the left overs of their warehouse sale (with me punching Mike's arm over and over for not letting me buy that 'usually $600' carpet for $50 the day before ~ no more lah), then over to IKEA next door (where we cheekily told a lady that the money plant she was admiring was selling cheaper over at Courts next door ~ wah, you should have seen her smile and gratitude and the speed at which she walked off towards Courts!). I digress but IKEA if you're reading this, sorry lah. I do so love you, IKEA but could you possibly lower your plant prices?. We know where got cheaper ones already, hor!

Anyway, still in our red albeit sweaty outfits we went for lunch at the new Sengkang swimming complex and then later for evening mass at church and then to makan dinner.

Yep, even if my red shirt didn't really look very flattering on me, it felt good to show in our own little way* that we are proud to be Singaporean.

(* It will always be a little way for me cos nothing short of an instruction from God will make me want to take part in the annual National Day Parade. Red shirt ok. Sweat, no k. To those people, I really take my hat off!)

29 Jul 2009

What's wrong with you?

Time: This morning

I'm bursting with joy inside (those who read my other blog http://cartoonlagoonjoy.blogspot.com will know why) and I'm driving to work early. I see this 'regular' lady flagging me down. She works near my office. Now, this is how I've always felt about this person. She only talks to me when she needs a lift from me. At other times, I'm seemingly transparent and she doesn't even bother to acknowledge me when we bump into each other during lunch time. But I've continued to give her a ride whenever she flags me down because well, it's on my way anyway. I usually just let her blabber on with her mundane small talk. I'm not much of a morning person so I actually treasure my alone time in the drive to work every day.

So anyway, she asks me why every time she sees me, I'm putting on MORE and MORE (her voice really emphasised this!) weight. Then she asks me loudly, 'WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU???!!!'
Calmly, I carry on driving and tell her there's nothing wrong with me; I'm just not into this whole dieting thing.

She then refers me to her colleague (whom I know very well) and if I have seen how she has become so slim and delicate lately. Yes, she omits to mention that this colleague of hers is on a perpetual diet; diet pills, diet shakes, miracle creams, surgery.... you name it, she's done it. Nothing wrong with that if she's happy with the process. But I'm not in the mood to correct my lady hitch-hiker. Nor do I feel I owe her any explanation about having PCOS.

I am by now slightly irritated with this person but I bite my tongue. This person is first, trying to undermine my confidence in myself and secondly trying to stir envy in me for another person.
Yes, I wish I were not overweight. I wish I have not put on 10 kgs in the last 5 years. But I have. I have not eaten any differently from 5 years ago. No bigger portions. No smaller portions either. I have my healthy portions of meat, veg and carbs every day and I think I'm still relatively healthy. I am focusing on my spiritual recovery.

Do I sound like a case of sour grapes? Well, sure beats living on grape fruit if you ask me.

27 Jul 2009

Life In The Spirit Seminar

To my Christ believing friends and to others who are curious, I really hope that you can find time in your lives to attend the Life In The Spirit Seminar at your church or at a church near you. It is a life-changing experience. Non-baptised Catholics are also welcome to join.

I am documenting Mike's and my journey over at my other blog:

http://cartoonlagoonjoy.blogspot.com

24 Jul 2009

My other blog Cartoon Lagoon Joy

Lately, I've been preoccupied with updating my other blog Cartoon Lagoon Joy.

We can never separate God's purpose from our lives or work but because I understand that my readers come from all religions, I've decided to be more respectful of their feelings and to start a separate blog for such updates instead.

If you're interested to read about our very human and joyous journey with God, then you can visit us over at:

http://cartoonlagoonjoy.blogspot.com/

(Addendum 2011: Sorry, I've since deleted my other blog)

23 Jul 2009

Couple Reunited after 17 years

It was reported by AFP (Agence France-Presse, the oldest news agency in the world) that a couple got married last week after a 17 year separation. The couple claimed that despite the separation, they fell instantly in love with each other again when they reunited for the first time.

My first reaction was one of awe. How cool is that? What a great love story? Next, you'll be seeing the movie rights to their story being sold! A typical Nicholas Sparks storyline.

They fell in love in England when they were 25, got engaged and somehow, because she'd moved to France, lost contact with each other. The guy had written to her again a few years later but that letter had fallen behind the fireplace and was not found till renovation work to the fireplace was carried out.

In a cliched fairy tale ending, the couple finally gets married and well, I hope they get to live happily ever after.

However, thinking about it, I wonder if they know what they are getting themselves into? 17 years apart; that's a really long time. A female can grow moustache hair and hairy legs in that period. A man can become well, unman.

They were engaged! How does one lose one's fiance / fiancee for goodness sake? We're not talking about some third world country. We're talking about England and France. 17 years back would take us to 1992. Granted the whole internet explosion had not quite propelled into our faces yet but had they not heard of the telephone? Fact is, guy writes letter after several years. Wow, actually took him that long to notice his fiancee had gone missing. He gets no reply. What does he do? Nothing. He had the address right? Unbelievable.

Not enough effort put in those years back if you ask me. Oh, I don't doubt their attraction to each other remains but let's hope it's enough to see them through another 17 years.

22 Jul 2009

Problem with blogger posting page layout

I tried to blog yesterday and the layout on the 'posting page' went all haywire. Highly frustrated, I ran anti-virus and spyware to try to eradicate what I thought was a trojan screwing up my computer settings. Turns out, I had to tweak my Internet Options settings instead. No thanks to Singnet I believe.


IE users, if you are facing the same problems, you can try this :


Go to
TOOLS
INTERNET OPTIONS
CONNECTIONS
LAN SETTINGS
Tick "USE A PROXY SERVER FOR LAN"
ADVANCE
Http --> (for proxy address) "PROXY.SINGNET.COM.SG"
(for port) "8080"



Yes, it worked for me but I'm thinking, why should I be tweaking my settings to suit Singnet? Do I have to do this for every computer I'm going to be blogging from? It's been working fine for years and suddenly this happens!!!


I have both Singnet and Starhub's Maxonline for home and Singnet at the office. Coincidentally, the office has to decide if we wish to recontract with Singnet. What other choice is there really?

17 Jul 2009

Another Blog from Cartoon Lagoon

I've started another blog.
It's about us as mere mortals and our journey with God.

http://cartoonlagoonjoy.blogspot.com/

I am just as naughty as ever but that doesn't mean I don't have a relationship with God. He just has been very patient with me. There is hope yet!

15 Jul 2009

Breastfeeding Article By Rachel-Heng Walters

Warning: If for some unfathomable reason, you're uncomfortable about breastfeeding, don't read further.

If you're not squirmy about this very natural act (Yay!), then carry on reading my blog.

Go read this article on breastfeeding!

http://www.family.sg/HEALTH/2009/07/14/en-us/0000169/article.aspx

It's written by my cousin, Rachel, who resides in Canberra, Australia. She's the editor of Australian Breastfeeding Association’s national magazine. Great info!

If only information had been so readily available to me as a young mother. Although breastfeeding a baby is a thing of the past for me now (I'm a mother of two teenagers), I still recall vividly trying to cope with my engorged boobs, stinging nipples and the sometimes feverish bouts of pain. On top of this, trying to cope with the pain from a recovering C-section surgery.

Breastfeeding didn't go down well with my firstborn. She'd shut her mouth up and pout till her whole face turned red. I even recall her pushing her tiny palm against my breast as if to tell me to give it up! Straight after delivery, the nurses at the hospital had asked me if I wanted to breastfeed or formula feed my baby at night and being a young mother in what I would describe as suffering from shock at the pain post-surgery, I opted for formula. I suppose after tasting formula at night, my baby just didn't dig breast milk in the day. Looking back, I realise that choice had been a mistake on my part.

Having said that, after our discharge, I still tried my best to breastfeed her full-time. She'd cry. I'd cry (you know how emotional one can get after giving birth!). Especially to the slightest comment that I wasn't producing enough for the baby.

Baby refusing to feed + engorged breasts + hurtful comments + surgical pain = giving up.

Sadly, I gave in to the bottle after a few weeks and she became a happy baby.
Was I a failure? I didn't think so at that time. She was happy to have Daddy feed her. Mummy was happy Daddy could feed her.
I still had my bursting boobs to contend with though. Finally when the leaking wouldn't stop (who said I didn't have enough milk?) the doc prescribed Parlodel for me. I popped just ONE and fainted a few hours later while in the toilet and again the next morning whilst getting out of bed. I mean, really collapsed. Blacked out. My boobs also dried up immediately after that single pill. I personally wouldn't recommend taking Parlodel to anyone. Apparently, it had an adverse effect on my blood pressure. If you can, please bear with the pain and let the milk supply run its course.

With my second child, the C-section pain was expected and the boy just latched on to my boob like a pro from the word go. Just as it had happened with my daughter, in the beginning, it was hilarious how milk would start squirting from one boob while I was feeding my baby on the other. At times, I'd be yelling at Mike, 'Mike! Bottle!' and he'd come running with an empty milk bottle to place it on the unutilised boob just so the milk from this Mama Cow didn't go to waste!
The lil bub would drink and drink and drink. Even through the night. I was tired but I perservered. I felt 'rewarded' each time the womb contracted whilst he fed. Convinced myself it was helping my tummy get back in shape (which it did).

My saddest regret was to not have taken a longer time off to spend with my baby. I had to get back to work just after the standard maternity leave ran out. A week before it ended, I started introducing the bottle to him. He refused. We went out and bought different shaped nipples and finally he was more accepting of the NUK brand.

I had to contend with leaking breasts (used a motherload of breast pads) at work because I didn't find the schedule nor place convenient to express my milk (I was a school teacher).
In the evenings, back from work, I'd pump out my milk and keep a couple of bottles in the fridge and these would be for his daytime supply. (Oh, the comments that I may not have been producing enough milk still came, until the bottles of milk were spotted in the fridge!).

It was heart wrenching the first few days because I'd come home and my domestic helper would tell me my son had refused the bottle the whole day. I'd put him on the breast and he'd suckle like mad. After about a week of putting the bottle to him in the day, he took to it. It was still breastmilk and we'd not introduced formula to him yet. In the nights, he'd sleep beside me and he'd suckle through the night. This routine continued for 6 months. Not a long time but at least we tried. Was I a failure? I'm not sure. I feel I should have tried harder with my girl and I should have fed longer with my son. I should have done better. It's what mums do isn't it? Beat themselves up.

13 Jul 2009

Cosfest VIII - A Happy Event ( @ Downtown East)

I know next to nothing about Cosplay (simply defined; dressing up as a Japanese Anime character) but I am definitely intrigued by the commitment of the 'players'.


By chance, we were at Downtown East, Pasir Ris http://www.downtowneast.com.sg/
yesterday and the first inkling that something was up was when we saw a load of Japanese Anime characters getting off a car, coloured wigs and spendid costumes in tow. They were erm, headed for Burger King.
We sat munching on our dripping Subways and observed that they were swarming everywhere. That's when we realised that there was a Cosplay event on. It was Cosfest VIII. http://www.cosfest.com/Cosfest.htm

I knew there would be something interesting ahead when I'd lugged my camera along that morning! First off, I need to ask for the forgiveness of all serious Cosplayers. Please excuse me for the tongue-in-cheek write-up to come. This aunty has no knowledge of what these are called or which anime these characters hail from. I do realise the time and effort these people have put in (also the money spent) and I respect that this is a serious artform. But it's a Monday and we could all do with a light read. Enjoy!

My daughter could only shake her head in despair when I called this a mutant Pikachu.
What?! Don't you agree? Doesn't it look like an anorexic Pikachu? A bit out of sync with the local weather if you ask me. Would rather have chosen to be a bikini-clad anime character, if you ask me (again).










Maybe this is Sailor Moon with a hair dye gone bad.





Her eyes! This girl on the left had such mesmerizing eyes! It was no wonder that she was a photographer's favourite even if her costume seemed one of the simplest around.

Erm...what's with the star?





















Lolitas in all shapes and sizes. There is hope yet for me.
















Modern day knights or pest-busters?




(Below pic) Star Wars of a different kind.




Handsome Trio!

10 Jul 2009

Symptoms of Inner Peace

Many of you might have received the below poem in an email which was making its rounds some years ago. It had struck a chord with me and I had it pasted near my office table till it fell off the board this morning from ageing sticky tape!

The author is said to be Saskia Davis. She had written this in 1983, while serving as the Director for the Northwest Center for Attitudinal Healing, an organization founded on the principles of Inner Peace.

Symptoms of Inner Peace

An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment.

A tendency to think and act spontaneously, rather than on fears based on past experiences.

A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others and judging other people.

A loss of interest in conflict.

A loss of the ability to worry.

Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation.

Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature.

Frequent attacks of smiling.

An increased susceptibility to the love extended by others as well as the uncontrollable urge to extend it.
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Saskia says:

"as the author of the Symptoms of Inner Peace, I want to say that it has been my experience that there are times in some of our lives when we are growing spiritually, and things can feel out of control, even good things like Inner Peace. At those times, I have found there are a few things that are helpful:

(1) To find someone to walk with, metaphorically speaking, someone who can either relate to what you are going through, or if not, at least someone who will not judge you in a negative way or develop fear. This might be a friend or a spiritual teacher or even a spiritually oriented therapist, someone whose path you respect.

(2) Another thing that is really essential is physical work. Work helps us to ground our new experience of self in the physical world.

(3) And, finally, a sense of curiosity and patience is required, because when we are in the middle of transformation, sometimes it is pretty difficult to see who we are becoming; and it takes a while before it all begins to make sense. Meantime, curiosity can help keep us out of fear and judgement against ourselves."

(Credit: Saskia comments from http://dreamunit.net/blog-en/?p=36 )

9 Jul 2009

More love letters from Michael

After yesterday's post, I was so sure the other 'love letter' from Mike had been of the song lyrics from Lionel Richie's 'Lady'. Sshh....don't tell him this but I can't find it. The good news is I did find two others instead. How cool is that?


Let me backtrack.... after staying up till 4 am to watch CNN's Michael Jackson's memorial service at Staples Centre the night before and then having to go to work shortly after, I came back home last evening in a daze (yes, I'm a night bird who can sleep late but who needs to wake up late too).


Barely making it through dinner, I forced myself to catch the local production, 'Red Thread' (if only to listen to the poor diction of some Chinese channel crossover actors) partly due to the subliminal advertisements urging us to 'catch the season finale of Red Thread' and I've got to admit, partly due to some stellar acting. Anyhow, I could hardly keep my eyes open through Red Thread and finally fell into deep stupor on the living room couch. Apparently, Mike (who had also stayed up late the night before, to catch MJ's memorial service) had also fallen asleep concurrently in our bedroom with his PSP still running.


So anyhow (what the heck am I getting at? oh yes, I was talking about the love letters), I woke up feeling so refreshed at 10.30pm and pleasantly surprised to find No.1 and No. 2 (that's what I call my kids sometimes) quietly doing their own thing in their respective rooms. You've got to realise that as a full-time working mum, this is hard to come by. They're usually surrounding me with their antics right up till past midnight. I've really got to start falling asleep on the couch more often in the evenings. This should send them packing into their rooms earlier.

With hubby snoring away, I snuck into the bathroom for some overdue ME time. That meant slathering on a tub of cheapo Watson's hair conditioning cream and wrapping it up with an old Genting hotel disposable shower cap (Yes, this aunty here doesn't care that it's called disposable for a reason. I'm one of those who will bring back all those tiny bottles of shampoos from hotels. Why throw when it's still useable? Am I saving the world in my own way, then?).


Anyhow, I cover my face with a nice green mud mask, touted to keep my face supple and sit on the loo to read a gossip magazine. Forty-five minutes and a nice bath later, I suddenly have the urge to pull out a big rectangular storage tub from under our bed.

Hey Presto! What do I find? Amongst the usual 'I-don't-need-but-can't-bear-to-throw' stuff, I find a nice Burberry make-up pouch filled with old receipts (from 1999 and with the ink still intact - isn't that hard to come by nowadays?), photos and of course (finally, the end of my story) the lover letters from my dear, Michael.


So here they are:

"Truly from Lionel Richie"




and Janet Jackson's "Let's Wait Awhile"



Janet Jackson's "Let's Wait Awhile", not to be confused with telling me to cool off but he'd written that to me because we had to be apart for a while. We'd bought the cassette tape with this song at a Pasar Malam (night market) the night before he was due to leave the country and while he was away, I just played it over and over and over. It became one of our favourite songs.

You will notice on the top of the letter, he referred to me as 'Maknenek' (a.k.a 'kaypoh' / busybody). Who isn't? Anyhow, I referred to him as 'O.G.O' (Oh Grumpy One). Who isn't? We've stopped calling each other that for years now though. There's a nice fuzzy feeling when I see these letters again. It reminds me of why I married him.

8 Jul 2009

Michael Jackson - Love Letter



Nah! It's not a love letter from Michael Jackson. It's a 'love letter' written to me by my very own Michael, in the 80's. Notice the folds of the ageing paper? Even the way Mike folded it was darn 'stylo mylo' lah (stylish).
It's the lyrics of 'The Lady in My Life' from MJ's Thriller Album. Mike loves singing and I've been told he's got a pretty good voice and we loved Michael Jackson together.

MJ's Thriller album was the rage then and it was light years ahead of competition. People stayed home just to catch the premier of his videos. Our home copied videos circulated no end (in fact, that was how Mike and I ended up together eventually) and our home copied cassette tapes were played and rewound until the tapes snapped. Apart from scaring apeshit out of me with his rendition of Thriller (whilst prancing and moonwalking around me in circles) along dark Edgware Road in Seletar Camp one night, Mike would croon the ballads into my ear.
Being one of those teenage idols, Mike even 'invested' in a pair of expensive, glossy, what he called, 'Michael Jackson shoes' from C.K. Tang! It really seems like only yesterday and I remember those days of Michael Jackson's music playing at our weekend 'functions' (parties) so clearly. Yet, it's not yesterday anymore and Michael Jackson (Bless His Soul) is no more.

Anyway, I digress. Mike's always said he's not good at expressing himself (yah, that's why I'm the one blogging) and he'd given me two such letters; copying song lyrics by hand. I believe the other song is 'Lady' by Lionel Richie.
It stirred my heart no end in the past. I still think it's sweet because ahem...such letters have become a thing of the past after nearly 2 decades of marriage!!! To be fair to him, he did sing it again (to me, he said) last night when it was shown on cable's MTV channel. Though I'm trying (it's difficult) to place less importance on physical ownership of items, I'll always treasure these letters. Simply priceless! Love you, Michael (and Michael).

Michael Jackson - This is it

When I lost a loved one recently, people around me were very comforting and understanding. They all knew what it was like to lose someone close, someone you imagined would be around forever. They rallied around and gave their hugs and condolences. It helped lots.

But Michael Jackson; I couldn't even count him as a mere acquaintance, much less a friend. The nearest I got to him was at his concert in Singapore at the National Stadium in 1993 and even then, the distance that separated us was laughable. Yet, I join millions of other people around this globe who can't quite get over the shock of his death. What to make of this loss? Why now? Why not after his series of comeback concerts? Why? Why? Why?
The answer is apparent. Michael Jackson, though undoubtedly proclaimed by earthlings as the "King of Pop", is a mere human. We're all equal, you and I. We're only human.

I do not need to state the obvious. The memorial service at Staples Centre said it all. You and I know his name will be etched in history for time in memorial. There will never be another like him.
Sold out concerts. What could have been. What a waste.
Sigh. I have to say, 'Sway, lah!' (bad luck!) Calling your concert 'This is it'.
Couldn't have been more accurate. Well, though this is the end of the road, it's only an earthly path. Bigger things are in store for MJ and bigger things are in store for us.

For a short while, the earth comes together to mourn the loss of Michael Joseph Jackson; what he has done and what he could have done. For a short while, the world comes together. If only for that single moment, then Michael Jackson has not lived in vain.

Whilst we mourn, let's not forget, that even Michael Jackson could not bring his beloved glove along with him.

7 Jul 2009

Are you pregnant?

It's a Monday evening, I've just come back from work and I've got 15 mins to take a shower and eat my dinner because we're due to attend a supposedly life-changing seminar.
Once out of an office-do, I opt for comfort. I squeeze into my 3 year old denim knee-length cut-offs with an imprint of vintage Mickey Mouse and an old but comfortable T-shirt. I do look at the loosening collar of the T and wonder if it's going to be rude turning up in that.

Hubby: Are you wearing that?

ME: Erm...yah, I think I shouldn't wear this old T too.
(I fling open the wardrobe and pull out a white blouse I've never worn since buying it 3 months ago. It's white, loose, billowy and just about long enough to cover my tummy)

Hubby: WHAT type of fashion is that?

ME: (gulping down food) Aiyah! Never wear before what! Don't care, lah. No time already.
(Son stares at blouse, shakes his head and chuckles)

We go to the seminar. 3 hours later, finish it off with food and chat with friends.

Friend: Eh, (points to my tummy area) by the way, are you pregnant?



Yep, guess that's another outfit headed for the Salvation Army.

6 Jul 2009

Weighty issues with weightless people

Happy Youth Day!

I don't wish to be a youth again but I do miss my 24cm (oops, I mean inches) waistline and 44 kg marking on the weighing scale! Not that I don't love myself (I do love myself to bits, jiggly fats and all and I thank God everyday that I am still alive and kicking!) but if only to shut some people up.

I'm trying not to be obsessed about my weight issues but looking for healthy and reasonable ways to lose some weight as I am fully aware that the excess baggage is detrimental to my health. But it's hard not to think about it since I've been reminded of my excess weight 3 times just last week. Sigh.

#1 Someone close tells someone closer that I've put on a lot of weight. Oh gee thanks! I really needed someone to point that out to me. Why didn't I realise this before?

#2 A stranger (shopping beside me) tells me that an outfit is nice and I should buy it. I said no, the design was not to my liking. That someone says I should because it's very nice and it would fit me. I decline politely again. She says she would buy it for herself if she could but it was way too big for her. However, she insists, it would fit 'my size'. That outfit was a size 'M'. That stranger was really scrawny looking. Guess she meant well but it also meant that I've been firmly promoted to a full-fledged fatty.

#3 An acquaintance (whom I find boastful and whom I try to avoid) tells someone he had mistaken someone else for me. When he realises his mistake, he agrees (loudly) that it could not have been because, he says (to me), 'Oh, cannot be, unless she has lost a lot of weight'.


Uh-huh. So there really are plenty of people concerned about my not looking as thin as before (or worse still, thin like them) more than I am concerned about myself.
Funny, I am more concerned about my spiritual growth as a human.

I'm not really rattled nor do I feel hurt that they say such things. I'm more amused, actually and an incy wincy bit irritated. Ok, I lie. I'm very irritated.

So, I am fat. Aiyoh, you may be thinner than me (yadah, yadah, yadah, whatever) but what the heck does it all mean? I'm confident of myself the way I am and though I prefer to keep mum about intimate details, I've been told I'm still sexy (yes! unbelievable but true!). This is a shallow knee-jerk retort on my part but can you look at yourself in the mirror and love yourself? So there! Eat your thin hearts out! I've got better things to do. (But first, my shallow self has to go admire and appreciate my fuller boobs now that I'm a full-fledged fatty. Yep, the silver lining; bigger boobs come with the territory).

26 Jun 2009

Looking for Singapore hand made crafts

So much to do, so little time! My mind has been swirling with ideas on how to 'refresh' Cartoon Lagoon. As many of you will know, we've been selling our hand painted shoes more out of passion than money. The encouragement we have received from our customers and friends are enough to keep us going (hopefully for a long time coming). So, what have we been up to and what do we have in store?

It's a vicious cycle of sorts. We don't make enough from painting on shoes to do it full time so we continue to have our day jobs. Because we have our day jobs (and of course the kids), we have little time to participate in flea markets etc, much less market our website or products! But there's so much we want to do! Thank goodness I've tried my very best to update this blog though.

Mike and I talk all the time about what designs would look good on shoes. What themes we should base our painting on etc. Our recent Australian trip (yes, I will try to upload more pics soon) has also inspired new designs into our minds. Now to only find the time.
Since our return, we've been busy unpacking, developing and sorting out our photos. Did up a new wall of white photo frames at home (which we've been wanting to do for so long). Finally did it! Then the school term is starting. That means homework for 'us parents' again.....

Hey! Did I say that we've bought some genuine PC programmes which will probably allow us to finally do up our website properly ourselves. All this time, I've depended on a third party company to design and maintain it for us. They've done a pretty good and decent job but I'm keen to take over. IF and WHEN I do it, you'll definitely know. Hopefully it's soon since genuine programmes aren't cheap to come by!

On a personal level, I intend to write. My family and friends would probably know that I've wanted to 'write' for the longest time. Some very cheekily ask me when I'm ever going to complete my book. Hmmph! I keep telling myself I'll start in October (once my son's PSLE is over) but it's really just poor time management. It's what I've wanted to do since I was young. I'm not going to say what I intend to write. It's too confusing. My mind jumps way way too far ahead of myself sometimes! I've got an idea brewing in my head but will keep it to myself for now. Too 'malu' (ashamed / embarrassed) if it never surfaces.

On a business level, we'll definitely be coming up with more shoe designs.

Ok, to the nitty gritty. I know there are many of you fellow Singaporeans out there who also hope to sell your hand made stuff online. We're looking to showcase your stuff. I'm not looking for the usual bought trinkets commonly found. I'm looking for creativity! The unusual! Sickeningly cute stuff. Best if you're creating it with your own hands. Get my drift?

Drop me a line and we can explore further.........
fiona@cartoonlagoon.com.sg

Hope to hear from you!