Wednesday, February 27, 2008
IKEA
She asked to visit Ikea. We brought her to 2 ikeas over 2 days. Went to Alexandra branch to get 2 stools for her. She has learnt to go toilet (get on and off the toilet seat, wash hands at the sink) independently by climbing onto the stools. Went to Tampines branch purely for fun. She just want to play at the kids section there.
Both visits we ate sausages and bread, ice cream and had drinks before we go off. We all love the ikea's chicken sausages.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Alone with QY
Sunday 24/2/08
150mins, 4.30-7pm, alone with QY. Maid was off, Ed was at a meeting.
4.30pm: QY woke up. Disoriented. Questioned me angrily why is she sleeping in the bedroom? Strange. Where else does she expect to sleep? Honestly I can't answer her cos it was Ed who settled her in. I was long asleep before her. She went out of the room sobbing for her daddy. Got even more upset when her grandpa told her daddy was not around.
4.45pm: I want to nap some more but can't. QY was still very upset. I felt abandoned. But had to distract her some how. "let's bring your [foil] balloon to Parkway to re-fill. Then we go look for a new bolster case for your baobei. After that we can have tea while we wait for papa to finish his meeting." Fed her milk, got her dressed and out of the house in 10 mins.
5pm: Reached parkway. She got drawn to the arcade. Dragged me around the place for sometime, tried on the mock motorbikes and cars, engage in imaginary games of racing bikes and stuff. I'm fine with her spending time there since I had all the time to spare. She eyed theose huge soft toys that require players to spend a fortune to use some flimsy tongs to pick up. I managed to convince her that the soft toys were too expensive there and we can get cheaper ones elsewhere. But I think I am over-reacting, she never quite fancy those soft toys. We watched people play electronic games. There were some simpler ones that QY could play too. We got tempted and spent $5 on the games.
5.30pm: refill balloon, buy bolster case, played on kiddy rides. She wanted to put in money but I told her we had overspent at the arcade, so can't waste money on the rides now. She watched longingly at others, and I felt a huge pang in my heart. But I have to stay firm, let her learn about trade off.
6pm: Wanted to have dinner at Swensens but the queue was extremely long. No way QY was going to stay in line and wait patiently. We moved on to check out Ajisen and found seats there. Browsed through the menu. Dismay to find no ice cream sold there. But luckily there was some kind of cold pancake with ice-cream sandwiched in the middle. The pancake was not in the regular menu. It was a special item in the promotional set meal of the month. The bloody set meal cost an obsene $19.90. Expensive because it has 3 scallops, some prawns and squids in it. I can already feel the cholesterol swimming in my blood stream and my blood vessels clotting up.
6.15pm: Ordered the set meal. No choice with the potentially fatal cholesterol contents. I promised QY ice cream. Just felt compel to compensate her, poor girl kept looking at the door behind her to see if her papa is here.
6.25pm: Noodle and side dishes served. She enjoyed my ice tea and sipped non-stop. I had to pry the cup out of her hand and take it away. She loved the noodle very much. I know that she has always liked noodle (yellow ones) but dunno why she exceptionally liked the Ajisen ones. Has beeen so since she first tasted it in 2006. She finished 3 servings, which is 3 times more than her usual intake. Even more motivated to eat and to eat on her own when she realised she was very epted with the fork and spoon. She rejected the pumpkin corquettes and cuttlefish cake thou.
7pm: Her daddy finally came while she finished up her last spoonful of noodle. She happily reported her last 2 hours of activites to him. Took half of the ice cream pancake.
Despite the high cost and bad cholesterol, we had a good evening at Ajisen. Now I know where to bring her the next time round for her favourite food. But I am so going to hunt for Ajisen substitutes to cook on my own at home. I can't pay so much just to satisfy that princess's expensive tastebuds.
150mins, 4.30-7pm, alone with QY. Maid was off, Ed was at a meeting.
4.30pm: QY woke up. Disoriented. Questioned me angrily why is she sleeping in the bedroom? Strange. Where else does she expect to sleep? Honestly I can't answer her cos it was Ed who settled her in. I was long asleep before her. She went out of the room sobbing for her daddy. Got even more upset when her grandpa told her daddy was not around.
4.45pm: I want to nap some more but can't. QY was still very upset. I felt abandoned. But had to distract her some how. "let's bring your [foil] balloon to Parkway to re-fill. Then we go look for a new bolster case for your baobei. After that we can have tea while we wait for papa to finish his meeting." Fed her milk, got her dressed and out of the house in 10 mins.
5pm: Reached parkway. She got drawn to the arcade. Dragged me around the place for sometime, tried on the mock motorbikes and cars, engage in imaginary games of racing bikes and stuff. I'm fine with her spending time there since I had all the time to spare. She eyed theose huge soft toys that require players to spend a fortune to use some flimsy tongs to pick up. I managed to convince her that the soft toys were too expensive there and we can get cheaper ones elsewhere. But I think I am over-reacting, she never quite fancy those soft toys. We watched people play electronic games. There were some simpler ones that QY could play too. We got tempted and spent $5 on the games.
5.30pm: refill balloon, buy bolster case, played on kiddy rides. She wanted to put in money but I told her we had overspent at the arcade, so can't waste money on the rides now. She watched longingly at others, and I felt a huge pang in my heart. But I have to stay firm, let her learn about trade off.
6pm: Wanted to have dinner at Swensens but the queue was extremely long. No way QY was going to stay in line and wait patiently. We moved on to check out Ajisen and found seats there. Browsed through the menu. Dismay to find no ice cream sold there. But luckily there was some kind of cold pancake with ice-cream sandwiched in the middle. The pancake was not in the regular menu. It was a special item in the promotional set meal of the month. The bloody set meal cost an obsene $19.90. Expensive because it has 3 scallops, some prawns and squids in it. I can already feel the cholesterol swimming in my blood stream and my blood vessels clotting up.
6.15pm: Ordered the set meal. No choice with the potentially fatal cholesterol contents. I promised QY ice cream. Just felt compel to compensate her, poor girl kept looking at the door behind her to see if her papa is here.
6.25pm: Noodle and side dishes served. She enjoyed my ice tea and sipped non-stop. I had to pry the cup out of her hand and take it away. She loved the noodle very much. I know that she has always liked noodle (yellow ones) but dunno why she exceptionally liked the Ajisen ones. Has beeen so since she first tasted it in 2006. She finished 3 servings, which is 3 times more than her usual intake. Even more motivated to eat and to eat on her own when she realised she was very epted with the fork and spoon. She rejected the pumpkin corquettes and cuttlefish cake thou.
7pm: Her daddy finally came while she finished up her last spoonful of noodle. She happily reported her last 2 hours of activites to him. Took half of the ice cream pancake.
Despite the high cost and bad cholesterol, we had a good evening at Ajisen. Now I know where to bring her the next time round for her favourite food. But I am so going to hunt for Ajisen substitutes to cook on my own at home. I can't pay so much just to satisfy that princess's expensive tastebuds.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Misa the Husky
My cousin YH was given a 3 wk old husky pup. His mom, my aunt was strongly against keeping such a big animal in their newly renovated 5-rm apartment. The puppy is still small now, but we all know that she will grow up to be very big.
YH named the pup Misa, after some bimbo character in a movie he recently watched. For a dog so big, regal and thoroughbred, we found the name rather misfitting. But it's HIS dog, so we went along with Misa. YH took care of the pup singlehandedly in the first 3 days, which include feeding her milk from a bottle every 2 hours, cleaning up pee and poo, washing her, playing with her etc. Misa is really adorable and lovable. After all, all things small are beautiful. We all loved her, Qy too! She asked to go play with Misa everyday. Good thing my aunt stays just upstairs, so Qy only need someone to bring her up in the lift.
After the initial 3 days, YH realised the difficulties of keeping a dog and sort of gave up. He left all his responsbilities to the maid. Poor maid's life now is like confinement, and Misa is her newborn baby. She is stuck at home everyday, attending to her baby. It's a sorry sight, Misa can pee and poo 5-6 times in a hour! Hard on the maid but we selfishly hope they keep the dog cos she is all so furry and soft to stroke and fun to play with.
For my brother and I, there is another motive. JT and I LOVE dogs, we had been pestering our parents to let us have one since the day we can speak. My mom was adament against having a dog, or just anything furry as a matter of fact. She issued us the ultimatum: Choose between her or dog. If we choose dog, my mom will leave. haha, sounds childish... i mean my mom, not us. But I can understand why. It's the only way to prevent her two persistent kids from taking matters in their own hands and bringing back a dog without permission. The closest I ever got to owning a dog was to adopt my best friend's spitz as my god-dog.
It's better with Misa, almost like a dream comes true. So ideal; the convenience of having a dog to cuddle and play with anytime, minus the problems that comes with the dog; hair flying around the house, dog's stench, grooming expenses. My brother's wife was even contemplating shifting from Redhill to stay with my mom so that she can have quicker access to the dog.
Anyway other than my aunt + my mom + an uncle (their brother) + my grandmother (their mom)... basically those whose surname is TAN are cracking their brains to get rid of the dog, the rest of us (13 cousins + respective partners + Qy) pray for the dog to stay.
YH named the pup Misa, after some bimbo character in a movie he recently watched. For a dog so big, regal and thoroughbred, we found the name rather misfitting. But it's HIS dog, so we went along with Misa. YH took care of the pup singlehandedly in the first 3 days, which include feeding her milk from a bottle every 2 hours, cleaning up pee and poo, washing her, playing with her etc. Misa is really adorable and lovable. After all, all things small are beautiful. We all loved her, Qy too! She asked to go play with Misa everyday. Good thing my aunt stays just upstairs, so Qy only need someone to bring her up in the lift.
After the initial 3 days, YH realised the difficulties of keeping a dog and sort of gave up. He left all his responsbilities to the maid. Poor maid's life now is like confinement, and Misa is her newborn baby. She is stuck at home everyday, attending to her baby. It's a sorry sight, Misa can pee and poo 5-6 times in a hour! Hard on the maid but we selfishly hope they keep the dog cos she is all so furry and soft to stroke and fun to play with.
For my brother and I, there is another motive. JT and I LOVE dogs, we had been pestering our parents to let us have one since the day we can speak. My mom was adament against having a dog, or just anything furry as a matter of fact. She issued us the ultimatum: Choose between her or dog. If we choose dog, my mom will leave. haha, sounds childish... i mean my mom, not us. But I can understand why. It's the only way to prevent her two persistent kids from taking matters in their own hands and bringing back a dog without permission. The closest I ever got to owning a dog was to adopt my best friend's spitz as my god-dog.
It's better with Misa, almost like a dream comes true. So ideal; the convenience of having a dog to cuddle and play with anytime, minus the problems that comes with the dog; hair flying around the house, dog's stench, grooming expenses. My brother's wife was even contemplating shifting from Redhill to stay with my mom so that she can have quicker access to the dog.
Anyway other than my aunt + my mom + an uncle (their brother) + my grandmother (their mom)... basically those whose surname is TAN are cracking their brains to get rid of the dog, the rest of us (13 cousins + respective partners + Qy) pray for the dog to stay.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Chinese New Year
New Year's Eve: Qy dressed in traditional chinese attire to celebrate the festival in school.
1st day (7/2/08) of CNY
1st day (7/2/08) of CNYQy learnt to use the self timer in the camera. We had fun in the living room setting the timer together and taking this photo while my mom prepared reunion lunch for the family.
2nd day (8/2/08) of CNY
Sentosa Flower Show with Keyi and her mom, and Mel's Family. Qy missed Athena terribly and was excitedly looking forward to meeting her at the flower show. Our timing was good this year. Must stick to such timing in future. Arrive early at the show, preferably around 9am. This is the best time as it is cool and the sun is not glaring. Good for photography. The place is also not that crowded and we can move around to take photos easily. Must finish by 11am as that's when the place gets too sunny and crowded with people and Qy gets sullen.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Hormone Inbalance
Was taking medication for the entire month of January to correct a hormone inbalance which was giving me a terrible time. I had prolonged, heavy menses flow for more than 2 weeks. It was plain hell. Everyday i was worried about leakage and staining my clothes and bedsheets. Non-stop bleeding was making me wozzy, giddy and weak. I felt so sickly.
Gynae checked and diagnose hormone inbalance. At least it wasn't something more serious or incurable like cancer or something. She put me on the hormone pills, suppose to take it for at least 3 weeks to have effect. I took it for 3 weeks and 2 days. I do not know how the pills work. But somehow i think it succeeded in getting 50% of my mind to think, "don't have menses, don't have menses", while another 50% of my mind still think, "have menses, have menses". End up, my menses stopped, but I still suffer from all PMS possible... backache, bloated tummy, giddy spells, headaches, nausea. My greatest consolation to all these suffering lies in something my gynae says, "the pills will correct the messy hormones so well that many women (with hormone related infertility) get pregnant the month after they go off the medication." I hope I have such luck.
Hormone inbalance was suppose to be stress induced. I didn't think my work was stressing me out. After all, I have just returned from a long break. I should be recharged and ready for the challenges at work. Besides, I thought my workload was manageable and I am quite happy with several of the projects that I have been assigned to. Maybe the source of my stress is not the company, but home. Financial situation at home has not been good and I am constantly worried about money. Kid has been demanding and difficult to handle. Helper is yet another set of problems. I feel tired and down constantly.
I am determined to get my life back. Already gave up massage and some of my grooming expenses when finances got tight. Now can only exercise and lose some weight, rest of the beauty regime must DIY. But I am determined to get my confidence and happiness life back.
Gynae checked and diagnose hormone inbalance. At least it wasn't something more serious or incurable like cancer or something. She put me on the hormone pills, suppose to take it for at least 3 weeks to have effect. I took it for 3 weeks and 2 days. I do not know how the pills work. But somehow i think it succeeded in getting 50% of my mind to think, "don't have menses, don't have menses", while another 50% of my mind still think, "have menses, have menses". End up, my menses stopped, but I still suffer from all PMS possible... backache, bloated tummy, giddy spells, headaches, nausea. My greatest consolation to all these suffering lies in something my gynae says, "the pills will correct the messy hormones so well that many women (with hormone related infertility) get pregnant the month after they go off the medication." I hope I have such luck.
Hormone inbalance was suppose to be stress induced. I didn't think my work was stressing me out. After all, I have just returned from a long break. I should be recharged and ready for the challenges at work. Besides, I thought my workload was manageable and I am quite happy with several of the projects that I have been assigned to. Maybe the source of my stress is not the company, but home. Financial situation at home has not been good and I am constantly worried about money. Kid has been demanding and difficult to handle. Helper is yet another set of problems. I feel tired and down constantly.
I am determined to get my life back. Already gave up massage and some of my grooming expenses when finances got tight. Now can only exercise and lose some weight, rest of the beauty regime must DIY. But I am determined to get my confidence and happiness life back.
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