Thursday, March 30, 2017

Busy Behind The Scenes

Been blogging pretty often these past few days and am feeling very achieved. *insert smug face* Haha. Most don't see the results of my daily diligence though.


Cos I'm BACKDATING. Hahahaha. 
#cheatingthesystem


Time to catch up with posting all the goodies I've stored in "TO BLOG" on Notes on my phone lah. Too many already. They're mainly funny conversations I've had with JZ and JJ, and some random anecdotes from here and there. Things I laughed at and decided I couldn't let pass without at least jotting it down for future posting. #collectingmemories And the future is now. =)

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Recycling Bottles... Again

Came home after sending JZ to school and quickly got to doing my monthly ritual of cleaning my used #YLEO bottles. Too many already! Makes all my counter tops so messy and cluttered. Beh tahan. So... clean, clean, clean! Wash, wash, wash! Scrub, scrub, scrub! It's always better to recycle than to toss! ♻️




p/s: Lemon EO removes grime and glue like a charm. 😉 One drop and everything just melts away. Try it! 

Monday, March 20, 2017

JJ's New Word: Transparent

The anti-inflammatory eyedrops I've been using post-lasik are white. Which is half scary, half weird, and 100% wth. I really don't know why they've made it so. Why not just keep it transparent? Or at least opaque? Why must be like 110% white kind of white??? 🤔 See!


Dare not show super close up lest I freak you out. Haha.


I look like a walking freak-show
every time I apply it la. 😑


Thankfully, it doesn't scare my kids though. I thought it would but it doesn't. JJ couldn't be bothered at all, and it just makes JZ a little concerned and curious but nope, no fear whatsoever. Phew! 


Anyhoo, although JJ's vocabulary is pretty wide for a 2.5yo kid (shameless brag 😝) he still has lots of room to grow and much to learn. I had this conversation with him today...


Pam Song: What colour are Mommy's tears? 

JJ: Uh... Black!

Pam Song: Ha??? Black!? Look again! 

JJ: Uh... White?

Pam Song: Yes! So weird, right? What colour are your tears? 

JJ: White! 

Pam Song: No, they're transparent! Trans-pa-rent!

JJ: Tans-pear-enn.

Pam Song: Yes. My tears are white now but yours are? Trans...?

JJ: ...former. 😁

Pam Song: 😳😂😅


New words – the struggle is real... for a 2yo. 😄

Bad Days Require Comfort Food

Today is not a good day. Or rather today's supreme emo-ness is a result of yesterday being a super bad day. One of the lowest points in my motherhood journey thus far. 😢 And like any mom worth her salt, I'm saying that after having seen my fair share of shit, shitty days and even shittier nights. Sigh.


Firstly, I hate teaching. Like, I seriously hate it. It's not my thing. At all. I only do it because I have to. Because I want my kids to succeed in life. And not be the dumb-dumb of the class. But because of this, JZ hates me. He said something really nasty to me and broke my heart in the process. 💔


Secondly, I don't like dealing with people. I really don't. Just about as much as I hate teaching. But with two boys in the house, I perpetually have to step in to break up fights and put out fires. At this age, JJ is usually the culprit. #terribletwos and all that, right? So, he gets punished for it. But because of that, JJ hates me. He punched me in the face 3 times last night, thus, shattering what was left of my already-broken heart. 💔💔


I have come to hate the mom I have to be in order to raise intelligent, kind, good kids. It's really not the mom I want to be or am on the inside. I'm not naturally military about bedtime. Nor am I driven to have them outperform their peers. I'm also not at all particular about them having to read, write and count by age 3 like all the other kiasu supermoms out there. That's just not me. I just do it because I have to.


Thing is, in spite of all my efforts, I feel like the kids are just so unappreciative and ungrateful. 😢 Worse, they end up hating me for it! 😭 I really don't see how much worse it can get from here on out. Sigh. I guess I'm just feeling really unaccomplished as a mom today lah. 😞


And The Husband knows it.

So he took the morning off and brought me
for some really sinful comfort food today. 🍔🍗🍟


KFC Zinger Burger + Hot & Spicy Rib + French Fries.


Felt much better after that. ☺️


The Husband boasted, "See, only your Husband can make you feel happy again," with a face so smug I just cannot. And just as I was on the brink of scoffing at his remark, he continued, "...anyway that's my job, right? To keep you happy." AWWW... 💏

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Books For Early Years?

As spotted at MPH Bookstore, Bangsar Village.


What is our world coming to? Sigh. 


This is a chilling reminder that as parents, we really need to model healthy family behaviours and practices at home so that our kids don't grow up with the worldview whereby the failures of the human race becomes an acceptable norm. That they grow up continuing to believe in the sanctity of marriage and the power of committed love. It's sad to see books like these being published because it indirectly shows us how many little ones are going through such heartaches and pains. It all begins at home. Mom and Dad. You and me. It begins with us.

"Friends" For A Season And A Reason

Over the course of my many fantastic (and some not-so-fabulous) friendships, I have come to believe that some friends come into our lives for only a season or a reason. Not all are made to stay. Some just last longer than others. Some barely begin at all.


The friendships that fall into the first category usually get intense real quick. They bubble and steam – become delightfully overwhelming – and then they fizzle out after awhile and everybody just goes back to being something a little more than strangers. The memories are good. Worth reminiscing, most definitely. But rarely are they enough to empower those involved to put in the effort to reunite or rekindle the friendship.


On the other hand, the friendships that fall into the second category are usually ignited by a shared passion (or hatred 😅) toward something (or someone 😂). It lasts but a fleeting moment in time – Time and its fleeting-ness, of course, being subjective as most things are – sometimes lasting a day, a week, a month, a year or sometimes more... and then the friendship dies a natural death, like a flower in a field that has done its part and has given all it can possibly give in its lifetime – its nectar, its fragrance and its beauty – and is good no more.


The bottom line is this: As different as they may be in purpose, intensity, duration and form, at the end of the day, they both result in just one thing...


The closing of a chapter.
The culmination of a story.
The ending of an era. 


I've had a few of such endings to some of my friendships. (Often times, it's one or the other – an epic ending or an epic friendship. Rarely ever both. 😅 Haha.) Super close friends who once were and are no longer on my speed dial, nor even on my mile-long list of running WhatsApp chat messages. Friendships drawn apart by misunderstandings and unresolved hurts. Friendships that were possibly salvageable at the time (and should have been 😔) but just grew colder and colder as days passed, freezing all that pain and negativity in its tracks.


Then there are those friends who once jumped at every chance of meeting up and catching up, who no longer share the same desire to bond. Friendships whose use-by date have passed once the common ground crumbles, the convince factor dissolves, the friendships' use fades. Such friendships, I see not a reason to fight for or save. A friendship of convenience and a friendship of unequal use is truly of no use to personal happiness and growth.


Thankfully, I let go pretty easily. 🙂


I believe that is so because I'm one of those take-it-as-it-is kinda persons. I don't have trouble accepting that life on Earth is life that comes with both, good and bad. If you want the good, you better jolly well take the bad together with it! Great times, amazing people, fabulous finishes, peppered with bad people, bad friendships, bad endings who make the good stuff, good times and good people really stand out and shine.


So, I've resolved to just continue to celebrate all the good in my life and shuffle away the bad. Meet new friends who are and bid farewell to friends who were. Because friendships cannot be forced and endings cannot be predicted. After all, the double-duty best friends I've always had in my life who have transcended the seasons and survived the storms are still The Husband and Mee. ❤️

Sunday, March 12, 2017

JZ's Second Hospital Stay

Resting in his hospital bed after two tiring mornings of vomiting.


Well, a second time for everything, right?

Sigh. 😞🙁😢




Don't worry, Baby. Mommy's here.
Mommy will always be here. 💙

Friday, March 10, 2017

The Gift Of Sight

...from myself to myself. LOL.


Yours truly in bug-eyed eye covers – compulsory bedtime routine
for the next 1 month 😂 – just 6 hours after having undergone
Customised IntraLase Lasik at Vista, The Curve
under the care of Dr Aloysius Low.


Thank God for His provision and blessing. If not for my monthly Young Living cheques, I would never have been able to afford the luxury of waking up to clear sight. Tomorrow, that is. 😅