Miss Hong Kong Feet

…seated 1 o’clock in front of me in church with her shoes off. 🥴🦶😮‍💨 Uh oh. Looks like it’s going to be one looooong Saturday Evening Service today. God, help me! 😫😷

Number One Girl

Liked this song when it first came out.

5 months later, I’m liking it still. 🎶🎵

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Artist: Rosé

Title: Number One Girl

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Tell me that I'm special, tell me I look pretty 

Tell me I'm a little angel, the sweetheart of your city 

Say what I'm dying to hear, 'cause I'm dying to hear you 

Tell me I'm that new thing, tell me that I'm relevant 

Tell me that I got a big heart, then back it up with evidence 

I need it and I don't know why, this late at night 

[CHORUS]

Isn't it lonely? 

I'd do anything to make you want me 

I'd give it all up if you told me that I'd be 

The number one girl in your eyes 

Your one and only 

So what's it gon' take for you to want me? 

I'd give it all up if you told me that I'd be 

The number one girl in your eyes 

Tell me I'm going real big places, down to earth, so friendly 

And even through all the phases, tell me you accept me 

Well, that's all I'm dying to hear, yeah, I'm dying to hear you 

Tell me that you need me, tell me that I'm loved 

Tell me that I'm worth it and that I'm enough 

I need it and I don't know why, this late at night 

[CHORUS]

Isn't it lonely? 

I'd do anything to make you want me 

I'd give it all up if you told me that I'd be 

The number one girl in your eyes 

Your one and only 

So what's it gon' take for you to want me? 

I'd give it all up if you told me that I'd be 

The number one girl in your eyes 

The girl in your eyes (eyes) 

The girl in your eyes (eyes) 

Tell me I'm the number one girl 

I'm the number one girl in your eyes 

The girl in your eyes (eyes) 

The girl in your eyes (eyes) 

Tell me I'm the number one girl 

I'm the number one girl in your eyes 

[CHORUS]

Well, isn't it lonely? 

I'd do anything to make you want me 

I'd give it all up if you told me that I'd be 

The number one girl in your eyes 

Your one and only 

So what's it gon' take for you to want me? 

I'd give it all up if you told me that I'd be 

The number one girl in your eyes 

The number one girl in your eyes

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Not new, but still on repeat. So many feels.

Yes, I feel you, Rosé. I feel you.

And yes, it's lonely, isn't it? 🥲

The Quiet Truth About This Mother’s Day

This Mother's Day hits different. It feels like I’ve lost the right to celebrate my own motherhood. Like I don’t deserve to be celebrated for this person I’ve become – this role I’ve taken on. And from the messages I’ve received from girlfriends and mom-friends, it seems I’m not the only mom who feels this way. 🥲

More and more, Mother’s Day seems to have become just that – a day of mothers making mothers feel seen. Heard. Understood. This year, especially. It’s just us, trying to give ourselves permission to celebrate the people we are. The people we became when kids came into our lives.

Bystanders sometimes say:
“Oh, she’s a natural mother!” 

But that’s a lie.

No one’s a “natural mother.” 

Is it natural to run on four hours of sleep a night for years and years on end? 

Is it natural to remember other people’s shoe sizes, allergies and best friends? 

Is it natural to give your favourite potato chip to someone else without blinking? 

No. None of it comes naturally. 

But we do it anyway. 

Or at least we try. Every day. 

We try through the doubt. We try through the mess. We try through the bone-deep fatigue. Even when we’re falling apart inside, we try. Even if we kill ourselves trying along the way.

We try to be calm when the chaos is deafening. We try to be patient even when we’re frayed and unravelling. We try to be patient when we’re running on fumes. We try to be present when all we want is to disappear. 

We try to be good. We try to be kind. We try not to cry in front of the kids (too much). We try to be tough. We try to be enough. And still we go to bed wondering – knowing – that after all that's been done, it’s still not enough. It’s never enough.

It’s not the kids; it’s the expectations – the ones placed on us by others around us. The kind felt in every sigh, every raised eyebrow, every snide comment, every frown, and every moment we fall short of being everything to everyone.

The expectation to be it all, do it all, and never complain. To mother like we don’t have a job, and work like we don’t have children. To keep the house running, to hold it all together, to stay patient, soft, reliable – no matter how, no matter what, without thanks, and without falling apart.

Yet, every day, I disappoint. And every day, I fail. Because somehow, I'm too much… or not enough. It seems I will never be enough. Because I'm "the worst in the world". Even worse than that mom. Cos I mess up too much, do too little, prioritise wrongly, and let someone – everyone – down. Again. Always. 💔

So, Happy Mother’s Day to us – the moms who are still trying. Still becoming. Still hoping that one day, we will be enough. In the mean time, we see each other. We celebrate one other. And maybe… just maybe… that’s enough. ❤️‍🩹

Tiam Kau Ka Si Lang

The one to watch out for is not the one who growls aloud, bares its teeth and attacks you from the front… but the one who sneaks around in the dark like a thief in the night with evil plans to steal, kill and destroy.

Them Hokkien aunties got it right

– it’s the quiet dog that will maul you to death.

Not with a loud bark, but with a pointed whisper.

And always when your back is turned. 

Tsk tsk. B*tch indeed. 🦴

M-NO-P

Last time, I was told that I was worse off. Today it seems, I am the same. Logic tells me sh*t is a step up from sh*ttier. It’s an improvement, I guess. But is it? 🤷‍♀️ #perspective #laukaki #whoknows #shittiestwins

Being Delulu Is The Solulu

When I’m angry, when I’m mad, 

 when frustrated or just sad... 

…I clean.

Option 2

Wanna die but cannot die.

So how? Just cry. 😢😭

You Can Run But You Can't Hide 💦

So, Penang is bracing for water cuts, starting tomorrow. Taiping, on the other hand, is known as the wettest town in Malaysia – rains almost every day, cloudy skies, beautiful lake gardens – it’s practically a walking waterpark. So what does Taiping Meeku do? Zoom on home today, of course! Strategic escape plan engaged. Goodbye, Penang... 👋 Hello, Taiping! 

But guess what she discovers???

 NO. WATER. IN. TAIPING. 

LOLOLOLOL!

I mean... You cannot make this stuff up lah. 😅😂

You know what they say about running from your problems, right? Sometimes, you just run straight into them. 😅😅😅 With a suitcase full of towels and a dry tap. 🤭