And there are days when it gets a little dark, a little bleak.
And there are days when you get angry with the world. Like how I was trying to compose a quick post during lunch time but the internet connection gave me shite.
I haven’t been doing this for the longest time, but this is one picture I really love, and I am beaming with excitement when I want to post this up.
The love of my life.
She was snuggled up in bed with me last night, quietly. I thought she had fallen asleep.
I stroked her hair, touched her smooth skin, and caressed her face.
I didn’t manage to kiss her though, cos she was lying on my tummy, a place she must have been darn familiar with.
And man, it has almost been 2 years.
And yes, she is turning 2, -gasp!-, soon.
And then I keep remembering the people, the faces, the help…
Some of you are still here, some of you no longer so, some of you.. shrugs.
But all in all, everytime I see her, I can’t help but feel amazed.
And you wonder how is it ever possible for one’s heart to melt everytime he/she sees someone. I didn’t know it is possible, you know.
No matter who you are, where you are. Thank you. For this gorgeous, wonderful chick will not be possible, if not for you.
Hello, from Minibean.
Running in the garden, playing with her favourite - Bubbles.
I held her in my arms today as she fell asleep, almost reluctant to put her down on the bed, just to cuddle her a little more.
She has grown to such a lady.
She can sing. She can dance. She can speak. She can draw(she is creative!). She laughs. She smiles. She makes everyone happy. She’s athletic. She’s smart. She has good memory. She is everything I can ever hope I am.
She is innocent.
She is beautiful.
Just a tad clumsy.
And looking at her, everything comes to a standstill.
Mummy’s time of the month meant that I wasn’t able to join her as she enjoyed the water at Wild Wild Wet(sorry people who messaged me to meet, was busy on Saturday and Sunday with the little one).
But it was a sweet weekend, when she ventured to the East on both days.
Terminal 3 on Saturday night after dinner, where she terrorised little kids at T3 with her hugs. She ran after a boy who just turned two, and then she hugged him! The boy was taken aback initially but he later took on the flirting game intrepidly. That’s my girl!
The little boy then waved bye to her, and then gestured her to sleep well, before they parted with flying kisses.
They just melt our hearts lah!
She couldn’t keep still at T3, and she attempted to climb onto the luggage belt at the check in counter, before I reminded her that she is still under 2 and can travel for free, and there isn’t any reason for her to travel illegally by cargo.
Bought toys for her at T3, before she fell asleep on the journey back west.
The next day, brought her to Wild Wild Wet for a baby birthday party!
This time she was so shy when a younger boy came over to hug her that she kept hiding behind my legs and pulling my jeans. Do children have this in them? The pull-mummy’s-pants-and-hide-behind-her-cos-I-shy routine?
She was incredibly manja that it was so funny to watch.
And when she went to Wild Wild wet, she resented wearing the little lifevest, but after a while, she was strutting it around like a little penguin.
My little penguin ran and ran in the water and couldn’t stop laughing. Eventually when we unbuckled the first buckle to her life vest, she broke into an immediate loud sob!
It was so nice seeing her enjoying her afternoon, before she got so bushed that she just had a long nap while we had dinner and watched the first sets of the Women’s Team match.
Then ah, she woke up and just had to tell me she needed to do her big business, and I had to egg her on as she pushed on her potty. A nice shower in the evening later, she was smelling all fresh and nice.
I could see the sadness in their eyes when I brought baby away.
Dad told me how it made him think through day and night, cos he is afraid baby will grow up with the past haunting her, just like how mine had.
He wants a better environment for her.
With great sadness, he cupped her cheeks in his hands, and kissed her goodbye. I know it was painful for him, and that image, almost made me cry.
It eventually did.
I cried thinking of my parents feeling a little empty, a little loss, without her.
All in all, I am a little lost too.
***
I am still feeling a little floaty and airy today. Spent the night waking up intermittently to see if I had squashed her or if she was cold. But most of the time, it was her flying kick to my face that made me grab her feet and hold it close to me as I went back to sleep.
Her hand felt a little cold, yet she kicked away the blanket, so I just inched up closer to her, and held her tiny hand.
I watched her sleep in the car yesterday and she is such a girly-girl now.
“When I got back home, Tongtong was so happy she was showing me how she can play the drums(we bought her a set of drums for babies!).”
Dad had such pride on his face, such sparkle in his eyes, and a smile that nearly reduced me to tears.
I freeze-framed the moment, and told myself I will write it down, for one day, when she grows up, she will know what she had done as a baby that captured the hearts of the adults around her, especially that of my dad’s.
How he laughed happily, amidst all his stress and frustration, when she pulled him to his feet when he got home, refused to let him sit nor lie down, so she could “dance” with him.
She would pull his huge hands with her tiny ones, and step 2 steps forward, step two steps backward, and gurgle as if counting “1, 2, 1, 2″ as the beats.
How she would imitate his snores.
Gee, she would even wave her hands in the air imitating how gonggong wash the mahjong tiles.
And the look on my dad’s face, whenever he recounts each and every progress of Minibean, is one, I will always remember. One of pure joy, and one that moves me.
One day, I will tell her, how much she means to everyone of us, and the differences she made.
For I, can’t quite remember when was the last time, I saw my Dad this way, before Minibean burrowed into our lives.
But my glasses are grossly distorted after they became Minibean’s toy.
So I am still wearing my lenses, which are not at all helpful in my predicament.
It is so bad that when I step under the blazing sun, its blinding glares can trigger an impossibly painful throbbing in the head.
And I have taken on the role of translator.
Still, it was a nice night out last night, which I will probably talk about in my next post. Nice friends, nice event. Just chilling, before I got home and spent time with Minibean.
The night kinda made me a little pensive, as I looked at her, and wondered how life will be 13 years down the road.
She just smiled and giggled, and gave such hearty laughs when I blew the hairdryer in her direction. She smelt so good. She even successfully launched a paper plane into the air.
And she gave me wet kisses on my lips. And I, laughed with her.
Though I seriously doubt that my stamina is going anywhere, especially when the mahjong table is concerned, and I am vastly annoyed by it.
Am I getting old?? Or am I just becoming normal? Boohoo.
I do think it is because I am playing less mahjong as I am playing ONLY once a week, and I had grown accustomed to sleeping early on weekdays, and not succumbed to rounds and rounds of ball balls, bamboos and tens of thousands.
After work on Friday evening, May and I dragged our lazy asses out of the office, dreadful of the peak hour traffic out there as we contemplated our journey to town. Yet, we bumped into some guys who were leaving our office after a meeting, heading to the places we were heading to!
So we happily bummed a ride out of them! Whee.
The long queues to various shops intrigued me. The lines snaking from Prada and Gucci were atrocious! And I actually grew bored enough to join the queue just to see what they were seeing. Heh, though I cheated a little with Gucci cos I was fortunate enough to bump into a friend who was queuing up at Gucci who happened to be right at the start of the queue.
I walked away unscathed, thank goodness.
It was like a market place, no joke.
And I could hear the Salespeople calling out to their colleagues for help, or ask another not to let so many people to come in.
Pretty chaotic though I would say there were pretty some good bargains in there.
Went to Kinokuniya to scout for a new read, but no luck there either.
Had dinner at Pepper Lunch before heading home to a very packed house.
Effy was already there with her luggage in tow, and Shaun was there as well.
Minibean was excited with the company, definitely.
Charlotte the babe reached pretty soon, and her boyfriend joined us with some supper and the night continued till 5 plus.
I dragged my tired ass into bed and woke up to a Saturday of babysitting.
Mum returned back only at 11 that evening and that left barely any time for me to head anywhere, and thus, I stayed in to watch movie(SAW IV is so not nice) on my desktop, and went on to do some reading.
I didn’t quite enjoy The Other Boleyn Girl quite as much as I thought I would, though I suspect the heaviness of the rivalry weighed me down a little too much for my liking. And I think it is also because I quite like Anne Boleyn and have a slight disdain for Mary Boleyn yet this book tends to weigh towards Mary Boleyn a tad too much.
It was a weekend but I surrendered to the sleepybug by 2.30am, early by my standard.
Brought baby out for grocery shopping and dinner on Sunday, and stayed out till 11pm.
She was tired on the way home, yet her ceaseless energy kept her up till 1ish.
***
It was a pretty weekend because I tried reading to an impatient little princess, who wants to listen to no story, yet has a penchant for tearing the books up.
She thinks I am her horse.
She wants my attention immediately when I turned to my book as she plays with her toys(well, not exactly toys, she would ransack all the drawers and a stray ang pow packet would be her new obsession).
She hugs plush toys like babies. She holds them close to her like how I carry her.
She pinches the loose skin on my cheeks, and neck.
She yakked non-stop on my phone. She will scream at me to ask me to slide up my phone just so she could play with the buttons. She made a few calls, all by herself, refusing to let me to answer any calls, nor reply any messages.
She called Ted, whom I had to explain how she would always press his number and that’s why he always had missed calls from me.
She yelled for the phone before I could continue and then she went on to say, “Korkor…”
And when I asked her to tell “korkor” her name is Tongtong, she went “Tongtong!”.
She went on to talk gibberish and I just let her do so, and then I said she should bid good bye. “Buai buai!”
She then dialled another number, gurgled her babytalk, and then another, and another….
I was mortified to find so many calls on the phone later on(Charlotte, if you reading this, she had called you, not me!).
We kicked the ball around, and she was so amused by it that when I accidentally kicked the ball a little too hard and it hit her vulnerable little chest, she was giggling at her first chest ball. I was just glad it was a soft, squishy ball and not a real foot ball.
A paper aeroplane was folded to imperfection yet brought her much joy as she fetched the stray plane all over the hall.
She ran around the garden just chasing after me, laughing and perspiring, like it was the most fun thing to do(NOT!).
And her new found interest - climbing up the stairs, and then, down.
Not a good one since Mummy is quite fearful of the stairs.
Still, she managed to climb 6 times up, and still a little unsteady on her flights down.
Her “Pleeeeee” and “Dan yew” (Please and thank you) are her weapons when she wants to ask for more food after she realised that her cries and wails don’t help her as much as her sweetest manners.
And as she was trying to busybody, she tripped on a small hump on the tarmac and fell. I gasped and she just looked up, looking puzzled. She stood up without crying, and then continued walking down the slope.
I sat her on a bench, and saw her knee was slightly grazed. Yet she is a brave little chick, and she stared at me as I knitted my brows heartpain-ly and rubbed her bruise.
I think her skin very thick, cos she was more puzzled about the fuss than anything else.
I know, I know, babies and kids fall down all the time.
Like how she toppled over the sofa and fell on her head(thank God for carpets!) when she clumsily lost her balance. She cried but ever so slightly cos when she sat up, she saw the sponge cake in my hands, and straight away said, “Mum mum…”
Like how my mum told me how she stood on the blanket and she accidentally pulled it from under her feet, and Minibean fell on her face.
Now I am intrigued by how many babies could actually survive childhood.
Though the weekend is tainted by the snide remarks from Mum(Dad is coming home later these days just to avoid her acid tongue and ignorant comments), but still, my tolerance towards her is higher these days with Minibean as the bridge.
Today will be the first time since her birth that I won’t be with her at her PD’s appointment, and she will be having her jabs.
I am not sure why I am jittery somewhat, though I am like the coolest and nonchalant Mum around.
But ah well, at least she will be angry with Popo and Gonggong putting her through it, not me. Heh heh heh.
On Sunday night, I thought I max out a side of me.
So.
I was going to stop trying.
Strangest thing was, while I stopped trying in one aspect, I was trying to walk closer in another.
However, whenever I took one step forward, I will turn around and take another 2 steps.
So come to think of it, I am heading nowhere.
***
A total redundant piece of information.
I caused someone to have a hard on. Without touching/flirting/doing anything.
It was freaking funny I tell ya.
And apparently, it wasn’t the first time it happened.
Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
***
I am pretty much tired since I was trying my darnest best to complete this post. I wasn’t even half way through when I did fall asleep.
I woke up yesterday morning to more shoutings, and I didn’t grab much rest either.
Mum was cooking lunch(oh wow. A first in a long while) and I went to the kitchen to make myself a tea.
I started telling her in the nicest possible way(I can be sweet sometimes you know?) that she should try to tame her shoutings cos it will just make Minibean learn all the wrong things.
The little one?
She just sat down on the floor next to the bathroom and watched as I brushed my teeth. Quietly.
I turned and looked at her, and she flashed me the brightest grin to start my day.
After lunch, I probably made her hate me very much with a trip to the PD for 2 vaccination jabs.
I decided to bring Mum along so she could be the “baddie” this time round. Heh heh heh.
***
20th January 2008
If I have to start my recap backdated to so far back, it is not going to be a very short post.
Anyway, it was the day when we mistakenly headed to Balestier when it was actually at another location. Such a big boo boo and the 20 minutes trip turned into an almost 2 hours trip with the to and fro, plus the errands-running.
But Minibean had a field day.
13 months old Minibean loves combing her hair.
And she pooped in the toilet.
It was her time over with grandma in tow.
So the best part was when grandma was no longer around.
Yay!
Hmm Mummy, something’s not quite right. I think we are supposed to head to Auntie FF’s…
On our way to Balestier.
Gasp! I have a rude baby!
Over at Effy’s, when she relentlessly dug for stuff from my bag, when she wasn’t ogling at Effy’s German housemate. Yes yes, I know how badly she needs a proper haircut. I heard from my mum she did go for a proper haircut and the hairdresser even took a picture with Minibean.
Finally ending the night, with Mama taking Minibean for a walk and packing dinner for grandma. Chilling by the pool wasn’t quite a good idea if you don’t want to become mozzy’s supper.
***
21st January 2008
Well, who can forget the day when I made an enemy in the estate?
Did I mention how I was going out yesterday afternoon and I saw the same note returning again?
Nonetheless, I had spent some time with Minibean before Uncle Keith picked me up and then picked FF up nearby.
Suddenly I realise our expressions are pretty matching in the pictures we took.
We are both smiley.
Grin, baby!
Pout, baby, pout.
And baby in the adorable Ralph Lauren gear Mummy bought.
I think she looks gorgeous in white.
It was FF’s blind date night and we all had dinner at Millenia Walk.
Mahjong. Supper. Home.
***
22nd January 2008
Minibean is happy to pose for camera.
I was having supper near my place after watching Dan in real life(not too bad a show, really) when I bumped into.. surprise surprise… my daughter, who was coincidentally having supper with her grandparents.
Yah, I do look kinda scary without makeup and I wonder how she looks gorgeous despite being her natural, sweaty self. Heh.
***
23rd January 2008
My baby just before she headed back to Malaysia with my parents.
I think she doesn’t like Mummy that much.
So, Mambo didn’t happen after we shopped much of Great World City and we ended up playing mahjong again. Heh.
Supper of Bak Kut Teh. It was off to home.
***
27th January 2008
Baby was back again!
She now loves to strut around the house with a bag. Very hiao.
I was up early to have lunch with the girlies at Novena Square before we went to visit poor Sherry who broke her arm.
We walked out of the ward before we headed back in again for photo-taking. We are pretty hardcore, and we are well aware of it.
Get well soon, babe!
I went back home by train to pick up Minibean, and I think she has eyes for this particular male model…
Nice choice, baby.
We then headed down to Plaza Singapura by train(whee! It was drizzling somemore!).
The many expressions of Minibean on the train, in her pram.
She entertained herself pretty well on the train, kicking other train-users, and I had to smile and apologise profusely to the very nice people who would smile and assure me it was okay(maybe they were having mental bubbles with rude words but I really didn’t have to know that). And the cheeky on decided to get her hands on some smelly recruit’s backpack.
I nearly flipped her pram over whilst she was still in it when I finally got to the right floor at Dhoby Ghaut station (considering how I once dropped a wheelchair down the escalator….)
Eventually, I had to ask a passer-by to help as I pivoted the pram with my legs(lovely blue-blacks they make!) after 3 thousand people walked past without lending a hand.
I headed up the escalator with her in my arms and made it to the mall! Yay.
Auntie JD doing her nails.
And we went to look for her.
Uncle Keith pampering her.
And Auntie FF and Uncle Keith put her on a leash.
It would be the first time I walked her around the mall. So excited!
She was so happy can? I held her hand and we shopped!
I took a couple of videos of her and she was just total cuteness.
As she roamed in the mall, “walked” by Auntie FF, that was when, she was being picked up by Donavan Lee.
Who appeared out of nowhere to give her a tight, sweet hug.
I went Awwwwww at the sight and he was such a pretty boy(trust me, this picture doesn’t do him justice!). So charming, and looks a little Eurasian in person.
Minibean just smiled and smiled, and leaned on his tall shoulder.
Their Mills and Boon moment.
Yes, that’s the leash Auntie FF got from Japan for her.
Thanks Auntie Effy!
After Minibean had her fun, she turned her back and leave.
What can I say? It’s all in the genes baby.
We headed to Crystal Jade for dinner thought most of them didn’t eat.
But Minibean was one happy baby who was fed by Auntie JD.
That Cheshire cat grin. Heh heh heh.
We ended up at FF’s place for mahjong again, before I sent baby back for bedtime and met Jeremy for supper with Uncle Keith.
***
31st January 2008
Baby napping with me.
Stayed home with baby and spent lotsa quality time together without the parents around.
Until they were back around midnight.
And I snuck out for a little topless ride.
It was a pretty night and we ended up at East Coast before we had breakfast at Taman Jurong.
We were cruising along until we saw the ferris wheel with pretty lights(why the colours so gay?).
It was fascinating nonetheless.
Maybe I should finally get my arse moving and get my driving license and terrorise other roadusers.
Marina Bay.
***
1st February 2008
It was a nice Friday where I travelled all over Singapore.
My baby and I before I headed out to meet my ex-schoolmate Felicia.It was a pretty nice day
I even met up with Auntie JD and the gorgeous Bella.
And I bumped into Peishan. And I bumped into her again on New Year’s Eve. I bumped into her everywhere! Balaclava, Zouk, Velvet, and even Live Impact.
It was such a chilly night.
I watched The Mist and I was one angry person.
***
2nd February 2008
Just spending time with the impish one.
Who loves to wear my clothes.Fights for my phone.
And tussles for my wallet.
Of course, she pulls my heartstrings too.
***
5th February 2008
It was girls’ night out!
It was pretty Vivocity where we had Hoggies and caught a movie together!
They didn’t want to take pictures with me!
I wanted to take pictures to show off my very straight hair.
And of the night view.
With Thomas, who probably is the coolest housemate around(sorry Thomas, Max takes the hottest housemate award).Camwhore.
My Maria with very big boobs.
And I am very inferior about mine.
If we ever get stranded on an island…. her one boob can last me for 3 days and I could probably not even last her a meal.
My loveliest girlies.
And us being really silly.
We caught 27 dresses and now I wish all my friends are gonna get married and make me the bridesmaid!
I started having really warped ideas of being bridesmaid for guys I had dated before, but I really doubt they are keen on that idea.
I went “Awww…” in the cinema so loudly that my girlies disowned me as friend.
It was an early conclusion to the evening as baby was coming back the next morning and it was a nice night out with good food.
Though my steak was really too rare for me.
But whee, we got discount.
***
6th February 2008
And then, it was reunion dinner day.
The morning started positively with Minibean back!
And then I dressed her up to go out visiting.
I just thought she looks so cute trying to stand up while pretending to talk on the phone.
And how she loves exploring what’s inside my bag. Sometimes I thought how she would fit into the bag nicely too.She is becoming so active that it is almost hard to make her sit still. Remember what I said about her expressions matching mine?
My cutie.
Who fell asleep when we were out after running about the entire afternoon.
I brought her back to my parents who took her to the reunion dinner I managed to opt out of.
I spent the night munching pineapple tarts, love letters, and stayed very starved.
I was so freaking bored that I…. I… I…
… ended up at Mambo!
Woohoo! My first Mambo since last May.
With Jeremy and his friends before we headed in.
Alan and I. Listening to his stories was pretty hilarious.
I see boobs! She is one hellava interesting lady.Charlene and I.
Daisy!
Melvin.
Daisy, Melvin and I.
The night crawled to a slow start. I bumped into Kiat whom I knew on my first trip to Zouk in 1999. November.
I also bumped into Joyce, my secondary school classmate.
And many other people I haven’t seen for ages.
My all-time favourite bouncer
Hot babe Evie.
Another hot babe, Linna.
Uncle Keith, who left early in search of his Thai beauty queens.
Finally heading home after a long night of partying(or rather, catching up with friends).
Whee.. It was finally Chinese New Year, and it was really nothing to shout about.
Damn. My keyboard is freaking cranky now and I wonder if I had typed too much.
***
7th February 2008
The first day of Chinese New Year started with me greeting my parents, and giving my baby a big hug.
We sat down for a meal together, and it was nice that Mum was cooking.
I can’t remember the last time we sat down to have a home-cooked meal together, and it was much missed.
I had a long nap when parents were out visiting, and only woken up to head out for a small gambling session which saw our pulses racing when our pot went up to $1500 playing “In between”.
It was cool, though they decided they WILL ban me from the gambling table next year. I didn’t win, but I guess it was no fun having someone who “predicted” cards too well. Like, you wish your rivals get Ace, and they really do get an Ace. It happened once too often that they had branded me “not a human”.
So unkind on New Year’s Day!
I got home and stayed up till Minibean and parents were heading out of home for my mum’s hometown at around 5.30am.
I laid down next to a sleeping Minibean and just kissed her before I woke her up and gave her milk.
I made coffee for my parents, chatted to them a little, before sending them out.
The house was back to its quietness again.
*** 8th February 2008
I didn’t wake till it was in the evening.
In fact, for Friday and Saturday, I slept for 12 hours each day.
It was good rest. I finally finished my 3rd season of Sex and the City.
After some really boring attempt to gamble on Friday night(no one dared to take another risk like the night before!), we ended up catching PS I love you.
I cried and cried and cried from beginning even though it was pretty much nothing too emotionally overwhelming.
I am such a wuss.
It was a nice show, and don’t write it off as a chick-flick.
Now, I really want to find myself a cool, sweet Irish man.
*Sniff*
***
9th February 2008
Was utterly bored and slept till late.
I left home for Sherry’s to teach the girlies how to play mahjong.
We didn’t really play much cos they were too engross with Edison Chen’s scandalous pictures(What’s wrong with HK girls? Do they ever shave/trim/wax?).
And since I was heading out thereafter, Sherry had kindly loaned her dress to me.
The back of it.
And ahem, yes, that’s the front of it.
Anyway.
Jasmine very nicely dropped me off at Tanglin where I joined the guys for poker for a while before Joce asked me along to Zouk for Above and Beyond.
Woohoo! It was so much fun that night and everyone was pretty high.
The music was awesome man.
And of course, the company was better
And I was sober throughout.
Sharon was there too, and we danced together most of the night.
The very gorgeous Sonia with Evangeline. They both disappeared after a while…
Sara Ann.
Ian.
Jeremy.
Evie.
Joanne.
The crowd.
And of course, Daisy who as usual, wouldn’t miss Zouk on such a night.
Ben. He is NOT gay.
Paikia Leo!
Gerald and Leo.
All thanks to Gerald, we had a Lychee Martini each. The amazing part is, I actually downed the entire drink and I didn’t get sloshed!
It was 5.30am when the lights came on.
I received a lengthy call which I wish I didn’t.
Sometimes, I just don’t… understand.
***
10th February 2008
I got home and it wasn’t too long before it was daylight again.
I slept for only an hour before I was woken up and fed Minibean.
She didn’t want to go back to sleep and it was incredibly funny watching her.
She was sitting in her cot and she started dozing off, while still sitting up, holding her pillow!
Absolute cuteness can?
Finally she succumbed to the snoozebug after trying to keep her balance whilst sitting, and ended up falling over with her head on her baby pillow.
The sweetest sight ever.
Woke up and brought her to IMM for lunch, where I was chasing her around the mall, just to make sure she didn’t rob the shops.
She was very happy.
So was I It was a nice day out. Just us.
She nearly had a ladder falling on her when she grabbed it and the realisation how fast my reflexes CAN BE surprised me. And she loves searching for power switches to flick, and my reaction time has been pretty much record-breaking.
When we reached home, Mum was back at the same time.
Mahjong session was cancelled, and I stayed home trying to finish this entry, which.. I am still struggling to do so.
***
11th February 2008
Brought her to NUH for her checkup.
She wailed badly when she had a jab on each arm. Poor cutie pie
She was happy before she was heading out with Mummy dressing her up and putting her in her new shoes which she hasn’t quite gotten used to.
In fact, she had preferred them in her mouth than on her feet.
Nonetheless, she looked absolutely cute in them(The pair on her feet and the one in her hands are her new shoes!).
The doctor was measuring her weight and height, and she is slightly below the lower percentile, but is of good proportions. Though the doctor did mention something about her head being a little bigger.
I turned to baby and started saying “Gee baby! You are like a lollipop!”
She charmed everyone at the hospital, and was staring at some ang mor for the longest time(some Daddy who took his daughter to the PD), with a smile and looking totally mesmerised.
She even went up to boys who were sitting down to grin and smile at them, trying to befriend them by putting her hands on their knees.
She even stroked this little girl’s face affectionately, surprising me even cos I had expected her to be really clueless and might end up hurting someone else.
She tried reaching out for the hands of other kids, and I just hope it is her way of showing love and she will continue to love the world as she grows.
Be kind, baby, Mummy is proud of you.
She even walked around the hospital on her own, only stopped to walk back when I was out of sight. She thought I was playing hide and seek with her and it thrilled her whenever she managed to find where I was.
She unwittingly walked into the jab room by herself, and I bet it was her greatest regret of the day.
I was tormenting my own flesh and blood and it was cool that she was smiling and making friends in the hospital with two plasters on her arms briefly after.
Mum and I left the hospital to head for home, and I didn’t manage to blog much before I was activated for mahjong session at JD’s.
FF and I headed down by train, before JD picked us up from Novena.
It was great seeing the girlies again and the session ended early at 1 plus, before we chilled around for a bit till 2 plus.
Supper. Yak. Yak. Yak.
Home.
And then trying my darnest best to finish this entry.
And I am hungry!
I guess this entry drains me enough.
And you know what to do whenever I make the effort to post more pictures. Heh.
And Happy Chinese New Year everyone. As much as its significance to me has diminished this much over the past couple of years, I think a part of me still… believes.
And gee, isn’t it scary to think what is in 2 days’ time?
She doesn’t really walk, her pace always seems like she is picking speed to run. And sometimes, she does break into an overzealous sprint that will end up in a small tumble.
She took my top to wear today. And it was a midriff one she chose. She is now holding it in her hand as she tries to meddle with my CPU, right beside me. Apparently my wallet has captured more attention and I don’t have to fight her off my “On/Off” button.
Her favourite word today is “Baaay bee!”
She carries a bag around, and would proudly annouce “baaaaaaag!” when she holds it up.
And she is one cool chick (I wanted to type who doesn’t cry when she falls down… but..) who just pressed on my CPU’s restart button and which prompted the closing of the Firefox broswer.
Thank God Firefox now restores session and not a single word was lost. Phew.
She thrilled the oldest woman in the house last night when she called out “Popo” just before she slept.
She calls out to the adults when someone is putting on makeup. Pass her a tube of lipstick and she will twist it open.
She woke up this morning when I went into the room after my shower. She heard my mum and I talking and she stirred a little before she sat up with a smile, calling out loudly, “Mama!”.
And later, came “Popo!”.
My parents said they saw me last night having supper at where I bumped into them just last week. My dad smiled at “me” and I didn’t respond. My mum asked why I didn’t stop to talk to them when I passed them and baby.
I was in a movie at the time they saw me.
The audacity!
My parents don’t recognise their own daughter! I am appalled! Flabbergasted!
I joked how the girl must have thought my dad could be some sort of pervert.
And I think my parents had thought I didn’t want to acknowledge my own child cos I was out with some bloke.
Nah-uh. That is definitely impossible.
Just as I was ready to sleep, I was passed the babysitting baton so I hardly had any sleep.
And I thought I was darn sleepy last night and I was ready to call it an early night. But I guess my mum is the greater of the 2 evils and I succumbed to a late night of chilling and hanging out.
My day involved Marine Parade(uh oh, oh no, please don’t), and then a train down to Expo, networking with nice strangers, oh for the record, I was mistaken to be an Eurasian for the 3rd time in 2 days. Dinner with JD and her baby at Expo, ended up at Vivocity watching The Mist, wait a minute, can I just say that I was damn pissed off with the ending? And then, it was some Thai bar where I bade some of the guys goodnight prematurely to head to some pub at Boat Quay instead.
I think I am a chao ah lian at heart. Pub with karaoke and pool table grows on me. I should gather my girlies for CALA soon. Come to think of it, I have never done CALA with them before…
Chao ah lian activities, that is.
For the record, I won the first game. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (We all know how it’s oh-so impossible not to beat me in pool)
Okay, fine. The white ball followed the black ball so I had an accidental win.
I lost the 2nd by 2 balls only. I lost 4 balls to Kent the last round, and it was almost 6 am when we all left, walking past 3 chao ah bengs with caps, and an ah lian in track suit….. who alighted from 2 police cars with 2 uncles.
They blended in so well with the crowd that I decided that I shall join the police force cos it looks so cool. But I decided against it just in case I ended up in vice squad, you know?
By the time I got home, the lights at the lobby were already off.
It was a cold, cosy night. I love last night’s weather.
I made her milk before she drifted off to sleep at 8am, just as I drifted off together. She was sleeping by my side this time.
Is it possible not to like this feisty chick? I wonder if she isn’t my child, will I still adore her to bits like this?
If you don’t know her, nor know who she is, will you still love her like this?
I mean, some people just hate kids, don’t they? Will they just detest her just because she has ugly hairstyle?
Aww.. she is now leaning on my hip as I typed this last sentence, as if trying to read what I am typing(Did I mention how she held up the newspaper and pointed at each word, making all kind of sounds as if trying to read them out aloud?).
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