Tuesday, August 23, 2011

I Love Helping Mum

Finally! A post that's just more than a photo uploaded from Instagram or from my iPhone. How sad am I, as far as blogging goes, these days?

I'd be ashamed to call myself one, which is why, I don't.

We've been busy recently. Or rather, I have. Stumbled upon Pinterest recently and have been totally addicted. As much, I've been bombarded with DIY and craft ideas so have been busy with my hands. Enlisted small fry to help but she gets distracted so easily when it comes to the nitty gritty.

Lucky me, though, that she loves organizing as much as I do. So here are a few of her dilligently filling in little jars with my collection of buttons. Diligently, that is, until her playmate Troy calls her up on the phone for a dinner-cum-playdate at the playground.

We can just imagine what she'll be like when she reaches dating age.

Slowly, slowly...

Oops, dropped one!

What's THAT doing in there?

Friday, August 19, 2011

Updates, So Far

Just doing a bit of housecleaning and it would seem as if most of my friends who have blogs (or those I've listed here anyway) don't seem to be posting. Or have started up blogs elsewhere. Or whatever.

Heck, I'm not much better myself.


Monday, June 27, 2011

The Most Loving Couple

Cliched but, a picture's worth a thousand words.

Sunday, June 26, 2011


The photogenic Trixie, caught in a moment of reflection.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club

Psychedelic chic! Wish buses look like that in KL. Spotted in HK.

June Already!


It's been a quiet year, blogwise. Have been posting more on tumblr recently. Just shoot, upload pix and there you have it. Am not predisposed to many words these days. And I try not to post too many pix of the small fry. Gawd knows, there are too many sickos out there.

Oh well...

So now am stuck at home on self-imposed quarantine. Ever since I got sick in Markdorf prior to coming home, been a bit woozy and find that exposing myself to AC is not the thing to do. So one more day of staying at home, and hopefully, we'll be back in full swing.

Or, at least, half swing maybe.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Good Morning, Saturday!

Sunday morning rain is pouring,
Steal some covers share some skin....

Wait, Maroon 5 expressly said Sunday, not Saturday. Oh well, same sentiment, same weather.

Hallooo, weekend!

Friday, May 20, 2011


Small fry love going through her Chinese books. She came upon this phrase in the book and came to me:


"Mum, I don't know this word, the first one."

"That's 'tā', babe."

"That's not 'tā', mum."

"That's 'tā', sayang. It's a different one."

"Oh, ok."

And that's how I know the small fry is recognizing her Chinese characters and reading them, as opposed to memorizing the sounds and just repeating them.

Her usual encounters with the characters take on the different forms: 他 and 她, which are the masculine and feminine forms. So stumbling upon the neutral 它 and professing that that's not the usual is a good sign: she's really picked up her Chinese.

Good for her. At her age, I'd be lucky to understand a lick of Chinese, though I did converse fluently in my father's dialect, Hinghua (a branch of Hokkien), and English.

Well, now that we know small fry's Chinese is moving along, it's time to work on her BM. Yikes.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Tomorrow Can't Come Fast Enough

Me: Remember, you're going to school tomorrow morning.
Small fry: Tomorrow morning, today?
Me: Tomorrow morning.
Small fry: Tomorrow morning, today?
Me: Yes, tomorrow morning.
Small fry: Today tomorrow morning?
Me: Yes, tomorrow morning, today.

Satisfied smirk from small fry.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

How Not To Use The Remote Control

Last night, I tried unsuccessfully to switch on the fan using the remote control. I pointed the thing at the standing fan and press as I might on the button, the blurdy fan remained obstinately silent. Out of frustration, I turned to small fry and said to her, "What did you do with the fan? It's not working!"

Note: small fry likes to ambush the fan and constantly turns it off when it is most appreciated. I thought that this time she may have gone so far as to turn it off at the main electrical connection.

She retorted, "Mummy, you're pressing the OFF button!"

"Oh!" replied her sheepish Mummy.

It takes a four year-old to point out that I don't know how to use a remote control. Yikes.

The fan whirred to life as soon as the correct button was pressed.

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