Top of the list...

1. Sacked. I feel like being sacked now so that I can stay at home and sleep and do nothing becos what to do I've been sacked , not that I am being lazy. How does one sack thyself?
2. First Trimester to be over. At least the worrying about the foetus stability, the sickness, the whatever you can frighten yourself is over. Hey how about the 2nd trimester to be over. And the third? I love instant babies. Honestly, despite glowing mothers who loves to talk about how much they enjoy each step of their pregnancy - i've not actually quite enjoyed it. Not with Mao too. Give me the motherly glow later. Just give me the baby.
3. Instant Sales in the company - note somehow it contradicts point 1 but since if I have to be at the job can sales just automatically come without me having to chase after them? I mean, chasing or running is not advisable by my gynae. You get the point don't you? Manna or quails, I'll take whatever that comes- as long as I don't have to work for it.
4. Call me mommy and buckle up. It's not funny or nice or being sensitive when you call the whole world including the neighbour and not call your own mummy. What's so tough about mummy when you can say things like hurrary, kick ball, eat egg? I mean, seriously when are you going to call me mummy and please please sit in your car seat and not insist that i hug you and carry you and smell your hair and play air drum with you when we are driving. You know car seat is meant to keep you in and safe. My arms are not entirely safe- at least not in the car.
5. Finding the right clothes. I hate to say this that despite the morning sickness - I have due to my all power always capable to grow fat genes, my skirts and pants are tight now. And not forgetting the bust and the arms and u get it? Make way for the WHALE.... and no, don't ask me where are my previous maternity clothes becos i seriously dunno where they are.
6. Find more time for my best friend. She's flying on 21st of August and yes I basically screwed her or our plans of Canada trip with my procreation capabilities and that with my bed time starting at 9:30pm every single day. I seriously need to find time for her. Before she explodes into multitudes of anger and disappointment and pack her suitcase and leaves for a year. I'm trying my best
7. Finding energy to be happy. I've turned into this whiny, I DUN LIKE YOU GET OUT OF MY FACE person. Okay, you don't want to know more about that do you?
8. Find a new wash for my husband. Sorry blame it on the hormones but please everytime you go in to the bathroom and come out using whatever brand of hair and body foam, it makes me wanna puke. YOU SMELL when you are clean. I think i quite like strawberry scent - bear with it. LOVE BEAR ALL THINGS right?

GOSH, it's only 3:30pm and I feel it's 8:30pm already. SAVE ME. FULFILL MY LIST please.

Be careful what you ask for

When I was carrying Maoster, I had no morning sickness. I experienced nothing except hunger. Pangs of hunger. Lots of hunger. I was like a mean eating machine. I can eat a mcdonalds meal at 9pm after my dinner. It was no wonder that I put on 20kg for my pregnancy ( and with regrets that I still somehow look pretty much a whale after so long).
I see alot of my friends combat morning sickness and even lost weight during pregnancy. I saw them not gaining so much weight. I saw them losing it all. And I said, God how nice if I had sickness too the next time round?
And darn! Now as I am puking my lungs out and my guts out, I really regret having that stupid stupid request and thoughts? I mean, how stupid can I get? And especially when a friend told me that she put on weight anyway, after her morning sickness and gained as much weight as well. I mean, HOW STUPID CAN I GET?
I thank God that I've detected #2 heartbeat via the doc's visit on saturday and I pray that the pregnancy will turn out fine as I'm only 7 weeks pregnant thus far.
But, God, can You please take the morning sickness away now that I've experienced a week of it? Please?
Any good solutions for sickness? Yes, I've heard about muselis, the crackers, the small meals... anymore?
Please if you are with me, in your prayers tonight, Tell God that I regret okay, take back the morning sickness...

When the Price is Right & The Music Of the Night

My pal Eileen called me while I was driving way home last evening ( I almost bang into the bendy bus - not quite yet) to tell me that she wanted to come and see Maoster as she will be staying over at her dad's place at AMK.

In my haste, I was like okay- Come. Do whatever you want.

She did. She appeared say 5 mins after I beat the crowd at CTE and came to my mom's house with some stuff.

She always likes to buy snacks to my house - as she despite her small sickening thin frame likes to eat all the old chang kee fried thingy, cakes, sushi etc... the nibbles here and there.

She casually mentioned that she bought us some sampler cakes. I was like, okay. She asked do you want some? I said no. I mean, I am not into cakes - i mean right? Of cos yes, i do go ga ga over the scoop cake at Tampopo and yes I do sometimes crave for my strawberry short cake and yes I do like the tiramisu at The Patissier but does that makes me a cake fan? Hardly I think, so i rejected it swiftly.

And Eileen went on saying she got the cakes at Mcpherson at this Blue Magnolia place... to me they were just information flooding crashing into each other all over the places. Meaningless.

My mom took a bite of the carrot cake and says, hey, it taste good. Then Eileen said, Nice? They cost me $13.50 for this small box of assortment platter cakes.

Suddenly everything was clear. We were like WHAT! $13.50 for 6 bite-sized cakes, each no bigger than Maoster's palm size and we ( mom + aung + my sister in law + ah yang my nephew and crowd follower maoster) immediately swarmed over the box ( that's just a simple white see through box) and started grabbing those small cakes. I mean I was like, that's mine! I choose this one! Ok, No? Ah yang you got to eat dinner first. Oh, yummy. Nice! I like this one. Ok, dun bite so big mouth can?

Eileen stood so amused by our sight. She said she should have just sticked the price tag on the box.

We are just foolish consumers ha ha ha... ok me. Only me.

I got this picture my googling sample cakes from Blue Magnolia.

This morning as we hurried off to deposit maoster, I was having this quick waiting for the lift conversation with Aung.

Bun: Did you hear mao coughing last night?

Aung: Coughing? Really?

Bun: Yar, didn't you hear.

Aung: Oh yes, I remembered.

Bun with the I am forever smarter than you without eating ginko pills ego high feeling

Aung: I remember that you were singing

Bun: What?

Aung: Yar, you were humming a tune while you were asleep

Bun: What do you mean? I was like singing a song? What song? Gosh, what a moron.

Aung: No lah, not really singing - more like humming

Bun: What do you mean by humming? Like La La La La?

Aung: Not really lah, you were just like... hmmmm humming, de de de de type

Bun: What do you mean by that?

Aung with the "you must be so lucky I am the one who married you animal or you would have been made rabbbit stew with potatoes and rosemary leaves if you sing while you sleep cos I still find you amusing" look.

I mean, what do you mean by I hum in my sleep. Like doe a deer a female deer type? or the dum di di dum di di dum dee dee dum type? Sigh! I hate that silent I so wanna laugh at you look my aung gave me. Bleah!

The Weird Lady Biggest Fear

Be frightened. I mean I am a cat.

Nope. If you were guessing my MIL. She's not the weirdest. Weird but not weird enough to take that title as yet. I would refresh the ranking periodically.

As my office is rented, the landlord office actually sends this girl down to collect the rental every single month. And she's really weird. Very weird.

Sometimes she comes up to our unit and without knocking goes straight to the toilet. OUR TOILET without asking. Then she will suddenly stand in front of your table and say, i come for the cheque.

Sometimes, she frightens us by just quietly appearing out of nowhere and suddenly ask for the cheque.

Every month when she calls, she takes alot of time just to tell me she's coming for the cheque. She will be like, are you becky? I am calling from landlord office. You becky? yar, can we come for the cheque? What time? Now? Or when? Then she will be asking her boss repeating every single thing and still can't quite decide when to collect it.
Today she called me and the following conversation took place:

WL ( Weird Lady) : Are you becky ( no question mark cos her tone was flat more like a statement)
Bunster: YES
WL: Do you keep a cat in your office?
Bunster: No
WL: There is a cat at the stairs that looks quite fierce and hos
Bunster: Hos? Okay. That is not my cat.
WL: I coming to collect the cheque.
Bunster: Okay come now.
WL: Do you have a cat?
Bunster: NO. I don't have a cat but if there's a cat in the stairways. It is not mine. Probably stray.
WL: Okay

After 5 mins. She called me again.
WL: Can you come down?
Bunster: Why?
WL: There is a cat.
Bunster: Yes i know. You told me that already.
WL: It looks fierce and hos.
Bunster: You mean it looks hostile?
WL: Yes.
Bunster: So you are not coming up?
WL: There is a cat.
Bunster: Okay I'll get someone to bring down the cheque for you.
WL: Okay.
Bunster: Okay.

I know I sound mean, but I am so tempted to put a cat at my toilet. I hate it when she barged into my toilet without asking for permission and sitting on my sofa when she is long done with collecting the cheque. Maybe I should adopt that stray?

News that caught my eye

A Million Dollar Award

S$1m reward for information leading to capture of Mas Selamat. Now that's somewhat interesting. I mean I am into headhunting, maybe if I stop headhunting other people who obviously yield less than 1 million to me and concentrate all my resources into finding Mas - maybe i would be a millionaire? Perhaps?

Government to announce pro-family measures to raise birth rate

Singapore's total fertility rate hit an all-time low of 1.26 in 2004. MPs had asked about what Nordic countries, which have a high female labour participation rate and high birthrate, were doing which Singapore can copy.

This is really interesting, I mean I've known like many people who swore that they are never going to have children due to all the scary stories and costs and commitments. I also known many people who are trying so hard to get one out now.

I think we need to know why God wants us to reproduce. It's a gift of life. It's managing God's assets and nurturing them - sounds like fund management heh?

In any case, I think the govt will have alot of headaches to think of how to attract the couples to procreate, before I become a miniority female in SG who is married with child(ren).

1000 Singaporeans leave the island annually

and no, it's not for sabbatical reasons. It's for good. Migrating to greener pastures whereby bettter quality of life is assured ( translated as: More work life balance, more time to enjoy family time, more space etc or just I am so sick of ERP and the increasing cost of living)

Would I? I dunno, I mean I really like this red dot- who on earth have so much variety of food, cleanliness and peace. But yes I do agree on the space, and the work life balance and the nicer scenary - I am tempted but not that much yet. I'll consider.

Kwon Sang-Woo Announces Wedding Date

Ok before you think I am a nutty overaged fan that glued myself to Korean dramas until my eyes pop up and I survived on Red Bull, the very fact is that I have only watched 1 show by Kwon Sang - Woo and only thinks of him on the rare occassions that my gfs talk abt korean dramas ( i only have 1 or 2 to contribute) but he is one guy that i simply ADORES. When my friend told me that hey Kwon Sang -Woo is getting married, I was like who is that? So I am not at all a true blue loyal fan but I have a soft spot for him.

And for that fact, YES YOU BELONG TO ME so why did u decide to get married? I cannot imagine the pain of the many fans who probably watched more shows about him or ga ga over him and know his statistics by heart etc type. I feel a fraction of your pain.

Kwon Sang Woo - you better change your mind.

A picture of Kwon Sang Woo in case u dunno who he is

Catching up with Times

Thank goodness mom is not a WWW user.

If not, I fear for my sub-card that I gave her.

I reached home ytd and saw that my mom's house has a new washing machine. I was impressed. I mean, mom called me ytd to tell me that the old washing machine has broke down and she needs to buy one. And now a new gadget now took residence of where the old one used to be.

Surprised, I asked mom how she got the washing machine in so fast. I mean, she has 3 kids to take care of, dinner to cook and the rascals can be a handful.

Mom: Oh I called the Shop at the central and I gave them my request. I want made in Japan. Hip looking. Not too big. Idiot proof. Not too ex not too cheap one.

Bunster: Just like this? Did you see the catalogue?

Mom: No.

Bunster: Very brave lor you. Just like us - by things from ebay like this. Steady!

Actually the washing machine is quite nice. SHARP 7.5kg load wash that comes with Exclusive AG+ Silver IonsCleaner wash - deactivae bacteria & reduce odor

Don't prick me with a needle

I'm going to explode soon.

This is not a good feeling. I hope it gets away soon.

Lunch has become not so pleasant nowadays.

Do you think I should head for the toilet bowl just in case?
What would you do, bloated trout?

Nice Shot, Maoster!

Christmas Cheer from last year flowed till this saturday as we managed to finally find time to redeem our X'mas gift from Godma and take our family shot (Godma included of cos).

The highlight of the shoot was Maoster of cos. I mean, I was more worried of looking so BIG and Aung was like more worried about the fact that he can't smile and we are really not very good or comfortable in front of the camera.

I posted some of the pictures on facebook and my sister e-mailed me from Vietnam goo goo gaa gaa over her nephew.
So nice shot Maoster! But do remember that being good and nice and God fearing is far more important than just looking cute and adorable.

Moo Moo or Meow Meow

We normally call Maoster - Mao Mao.

That's how daddy calls him first - becos he had so much hair at birth. He calls him his little furry one and it got stuck. The whole world calls him Ah Mao. Or Mao Mao. Or both.

Now as he is nearing 2, I told GodMa maybe we should call him Myles. And ok, i've got some kind of retaliation - why? Mao Mao is such a nice cosy name.

Now as talks and discussion of # 2 comes along, GodMa told me if it's a boy then maybe we call him MOO MOO and girl, MEOW MEOW.... !!!!

I mean... MOO MOO or MEOW MEOW???

Have you heard any parent call their child MOO MOO or MEOW MEOW?

I mean seriously!

I'll Play with it FIRST

Anyone interested to stage a show with me?

I'm grateful for God's blessings in my life. Yesterday cell group's theme was remembering God's goodness. And I know this is one of God's blessings.

Today I met up with a dear friend, Shermeen for lunch. Her beloved B2 happens to work for a publishing company and manage to get some nice kids books for Maoster. How great! God has blessed us with books through her kind thoughts and generosity

And right now, as I am in office. I can't help but wanting to tear out the entire box of one of the books she generously gave - it is a PUPPET PLAYHOUSE BOOK - with puppets and stories for you to play and imagine. But it's for Maoster. He needs to see it first right before I tear it and run away with it. :)

I mean, it's totally cool and I am so wanting to play with it. I need an audience. I need to stage a performance. I am so going to play with it. I mean, maybe I can practice by closing my office door and start playing with the puppets and coming up with stories. So tempting.

The entire time as I am thinking of how to play with my finger toys and books... I am thinking... maybe I should play with them after Maoster has slept.. so HE WON'T DISTURB ME... ha ha ha... oops.. okay I will return it to him when I am done playing with them! Anyway the box states 3 years and above... he's UNDERAGE! Too bad Maoster! You got to GROW UP!

Compact Review - Vietnam ( HCM City)

Aung, Bunster and Maoster is back!

Review of Vietnam:

Food: Fantastic

Cleanliness : Overall okay. The streets are not filled with rubbish but the air quality is not too good due to the millions of motorcycles.

Traffic : It's a mess! Beware of the motorcycles!

Shopping: We're in district 1 - apparantly the Orchard Road so things are really not quite cheap. It's equivalent to SG pricing in terms of shopping centres stuffs as they are all imported brands anyway, the Ben thanh market ( i hope i didnt spell it wrong) wasn't cheap at all. Plus, they are all stick insect sizes so no rabbit can fit in anything, although i did not attempt ( but no lor one look see cannot liao lor)

Places of interest : We didn't visit any :P Reason being, there is this tunnel place that my neice and nephew said that the tunnel opening was tight and small and they are afraid that I will get stuck there and not return becos Yee Yee is so fat. Oh well, I believed them.

Highlight of the vietnam trip:

Boat Trip that celebrated my beloved David's 9 year old birthday. The reason of all of our flying there. We loved that kiddo.

It was a 2 hr boat ride with international buffet ( not bad at all), live band and singers from Philippines, and magician that goes round the table showing their things. Of cos, there is this 10 mins head and shoulder massage that you can do if you want to. I did it of cos.

We danced, ate up a storm and kissed the birthday boy!

Where we ate a storm

Danced till our feet hurt

Joined the band

Maoster had to perform with the hot babes

And we kissed the Birthday Boy!

Vietnam 2008

Bunster, Aung and Maoster

Vietnam HCM City

2nd July - 7th July 2008