Are you missing the "shoes"?

This is NOT the Cinderella story although what I was hoping for was exactly a Cinderella's ending - A HAPPY EVER AFTER.

Aung and I have been married for coming 11 years and we dated for 7 and that make us in today's fast paced and ever changing environment a pretty darn long time. I cannot remember honestly how was life before him, nor am I ever thinking how will my life be in the future with him. In fact, I do not think very much about him. As a person, as a partner, as a lover, as a dad, as a friend. Honestly, I stopped "thinking". It is pretty much like, you stopped tracking how much water you drink per day or how many times did you pee in a day. You know you do it and you know the importance of it but you just do not put your mind into something so "basic".

Then, there are the offsprings. And other people's offsprings ( almost 120 of them this Semester). Then there is the "new role" at work that is on my mind. I mean there are 101 things going on my mind and yet there is nothing on my mind (it is very complex, I tell you this grey matter of mine). In the end, I realized, between my Aung and I we stopped. In the middle of all this building a home, raising children and hope, the "exchanges" stopped, the "conversations" stopped. Without us knowing, the fizz in the coke is gone!

I didn't know it until Clarks told me so.

Aung bought a pair of shoes 2 weeks ago. It was a pair of tracking shoes he bought (tracking????) and after that, he placed it in the study room. On Monday, we went to J8 to get dinner and told him that his work shoes are a wreck and we should pop in to buy a pair of shoes if we have time. So we went to Hush puppies and he got a pair of shoes and we walked around and I asked him if he would want to get another pair of casual shoes and stuff like that and we went back home. When we reached home, Aung's mom exclaimed, " Why did we get another pair of shoes when Aung just bought a pair of new shoes?" She had assumed, I know about the shoes.

The shoes? What shoes? Aung took them out from the study room and showed me his "tracking" shoes and said, " they are not my usual shoes. I was thinking about them. They were on sale. I didn't know what to do with them and he laughed."  I wasn't laughing.

Something stirred in me that night. I couldn't quite sleep. No, I wasn't upset that Aung had bought a "senseless" pair of shoes. What shocked me was that, he didn't talk to me about buying the pair of shoes, He didn't tell me that he was looking at the shoes when he was thinking about them. He didn't even mentioned it when we were looking at shoes the very evening. I was honestly upset that we stopped "living" together.

Was it his fault? Not really. Perhaps the "small things" in life are not worth mentioning anymore because we have BIGGER things ( like when is the date of the excursion for the boys that we better remember). We used to have sms exchanges throughout the day sharing about stupid things and exciting things but because of work and stuff ( sometimes we do not reply or it seems mundane), we stopped totally.

Was it my fault? Perhaps. I am always so drowned in my world or busy playing with my friends that I do not stop and listen or even communicate. When we discuss things, the "boss" in me will normally go straight to the solution or convey my decision that there is no need for discussion etc.


I told Aung how I felt and what I feel. Guess it is a good start. I am thankful and grateful that Aung is always willing to embark on the "better" of us with positivity and tenderness. He did not brush it off and say , " Come on woman, it was just a pair of shoes! Just get on with LIFE! There is absolutely nothing wrong with us?" Instead, he texted me that I am such a big part of my life and the most interesting bun around.

This is really something to reflect upon as we are celebrating our 11th wedding anniversary at the corner of this month. Coke is not coke without fizz.

That's what Clarks told me. Thank God for that stupid pair of tracking shoes - They definitely put back some stuff on track!

 

Someone pressed the pause button

and before I knew it this is the very first entry I made in 2015.

Many times when I experienced something in life and I thought, I should update my blog, another experience came and after waves of waves of experiences, I find no footprints on the sand. Nothing that I remembered of.

I better write before I forget these experiences and memories. Forget how my boys talk. The conversations we have. How I feel about people, how I felt about God. How living was all about.

To kickstart, I want to jot down this observation I made.

In our young senseless days ( I still would have done it today, so still as senseless but not at all that young), we made our bathroom door in our room transparent. Yes - you see it all. When you poo, when you pee, when you shower, when and where you scratch ( okay it is very clear now) all could be seen clearly.

We had that door ( to my MIL's dismay) and we loved it. We loved it because NO ONE can come into our room to use our toilet and bathroom without having to close our master bedroom entirely - and it seems rude to be inside someone's master bedroom ALONE. It is just not a Chinese thing.

What is so wickedly pleasurable defines how Aung and I interact as well. We just talk to each other even when we go do our intimate private affairs ( or defined as some people) and it spares out some private time for us especially when we lock our children out as it is (shame shame) to see someone bathe as they are growing up way too fast. ( we confessed that it is only recently that we drove them out but Callum is still allowed to roam free range).

Nonetheless the good times have to come to an end. When you know that the bigger purpose outweigh your personally delight and one just have to sacrifice. We laminate the glass door with another opaque sticker that covers the centre of the door ( basically the head till the knees cannot be seen) because it is TRUE that the boys will somehow barge in when I forget to lock the door or Callum will be screaming outside wanting to come into the room. Or Myles would want to stay in our room because that is the room we allow air-conditioning. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE A NAKED MOTHER. IT IS JUST NOT RIGHT TO SEE YOUR MOTHER NAKED. NOT WHEN SHE IS OVERWEIGHT!

Some funny observations were made after the transparent door was somewhat covered. Callum will squat right outside of the bathroom and peep in to talk to us. He is not used to this "not being able to see us" while talking to us. In case you think that he is the only one. Aung is also having a hard time adjusting to our new form of communication. The other day, he was talking to me while I was taking a shower and he opened the door and stood outside the opened door and talk to me. I asked him,"Why you opened the door? You can talk to me outside the door what! I can hear you." He laughed and said," I want to bare my feelings to you. I can only do it with bare doors. Now our door is not bare!"


Bare your feelings. This is the only way to communicate. To see each other in the most "naked" form is healthy ( not literally and perhaps it is in the marriage context) and that's perhaps the only way to go.

 

Outdated Romance

Saturday, December 14, 2002

Dear Bun,

This is our diary... hopefully the start of a habit of writing thoughts about one another in a non - animal fighting way....

cheers...

TENtatively

Aungs are turning legally 10 this year in September. Although, rather weirdly, we cannot find our marriage certificate and therefore although we are legally married and binded together, there is NO way I can proof it to you unless I pay to get a duplicate copy of our certificate.

I digress. The main reason of me even blogging about it is, I have been thinking, that since it is our tenth year, I really wanna do something to celebrate our persistence in being together and writing it down should be the best way to organise thoughts (and so I teach). Going on a holiday has been on my mind but parental duties seemed to be in the way. Not only that stupid F1 will definitely make hotel rates sky high in Sept if we are planning a staycation (Ironically, my school or rather my dept  is largely responsible for the F1 happening in Singapore). And I want to be happy. If I wait for Aung to plan ( or not to plan), I will end up miserable and feeling unloved and all. So I am coming up with 10 things that I  we should do sans the children.

1. Dress up and go for dinner at a nice restaurant.
2. Go for a swim and enjoy some sun
3. Watch a decent adult movie that does not come with any morale values. Give me violence, give me blood, give me some sexual scenes and oh baby, I wanna hear some F word. You sort of get it?
4. Go shopping. Try on some clothes instead of buying them online. Try some shoes, try some accessories, get some sanity and wear some socks without holes in them.
5. Wake up without being woken up. Enough said.
6. Watch TV till I fall asleep.
7. I would like to do some massage but Aung hates it. So massage is OFF.
7. Go out late at night and have some wine. Get drunk. Get laid and then do point 5.
8. ?
9.?
10?

This is absolutely spot on. I have NO idea and this is really BAD!

It is so hard to think of 10 things to do!!!!!!!

Gosh, I think we will just end up with 1 and then wait for the next decade to try to do this stuff again. Or anyone who actually reads my  blog has any suggestions? Wait, does ANYONE actually reads my blog? Or is it only me and void and this space. Say hi? Okay.... u are not there.... okay... NO ONE is actually there......just like my 10 to do list.

I should just stop writing because it is NOT helping me to organise my thoughts and find me 10 things to do!


 

Successful Parenting Tip (Again!)

Following my successful mom tips some weeks ago, Aung had his fair share of good tips to share. We are wonderful parents, so please watch and learn.

Whenever Aung walks Mylo after his dinner (to give my mom's sanity a reason to return), he ALWAYS return with a sleeping baby. We are always very impressed that the ball of energy would hibernate and peace and tranquility could resume for all. Aung always emerged like a hero that had strike down this ferorious bear that had caused damage to the village - It honestly feels like that. We will cheer and squeal with delight!

A few days ago, Mylo was at his best, in terms of stretching his physical and energy capacity. He napped only for ONE PRECIOUS HOUR and refused to sleep anymore. This means, he is, roaming around, waiting to be entertained, fed and changed and up to his activities the entire day. When I returned home from work that day, my mom IMMEDIATELY summoned me to bring him for a walk. In almost the exact words of my mom (translated), " Do what your husband does, bring him for a walk and bring him back ASLEEP!"

That's what I did, rather confidently. I called Aung and told him that I will be bringing Mylo for a walk for some sleep inducement program. Aung said,"Yup, bring him to walk, he surely will sleep."

I  brought him to walk around the neighbourhood. I brought him to the junior college right behind my mom's and walk around the premise. We watched students played basketball. He coo-ed at most of the stuff, pointed in delight that I brought him to the junior college and then even attempted to play basketball with the students. After an hour - he was NOT ASLEEP. In fact, he was really ON FIRE, walking round the basketball courts and chasing after basketballs with screaming students who fear that the ball might just fly at him and strike him dead.

I went home with my failed mission and a wide awake baby. My mom's first reaction was," WHAT!" She would have packed her luggage and left if she didn't have to feed the hamsters and terrapins.

Aung came home and of cos I passed Mylo to him IMMEDIATELY. On the way home, I was complaining to Aung that Mylo didn't sleep when he was with me for an hour walk, I felt like a failure!

Then as if he was hit by the frisbee, Aung excitedly exclaimed, " OH, I FORGOT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING WHEN U CALLED. WHEN YOU BRING HIM TO WALK, DO NOT TALK TO HIM, KEEP PATTING HIS HEAD AND AVOID EYE CONTACT AT ALL COST!"

Then I realised, my darling mylo slept because he was BORED with his father. That was the tip of the day. BORE YOUR CHILD TO SLEEP. This is Aung's parenting tip for all.

Founder of "bore your child to sleep" and success story

Wishing you a very successful parenting journey.

Camps.

We are divided. We now have camps. It is not hard to figure out that Maoster and Aung are in the same camp. They are alike in so many ways that makes me and thankfully now with Mylo "THE ODD ONES OUT" - or something like that. They can be characterised by the following:

1. Love to read
2. Hate the sun
3. Indoor rather than outdoor
4. Fried rice/chicken rice/duck rice over anything else you can find in coffeeshop
5. Laughs at stupid cartoons and shows such as Running man
6. Don't like their food piping HOT
7. Poor motor skills
8. High empathy
9. Knows difference between aligator and crocodile and whatever you can find in science books
10. Poor memory
11. Says sorry easily
12. Likes language and will be on repeat mode*
13. Eats cheeseburgers with apples pies in Mcdonalds and nothing elses (no chicken burgers, no fish burgers, just beef patties burgers with cheese which basically in honestly is a cheeseburger)
14. Love animals, want to have them as pets and will (please don't) turn into vegan if I dun insist meat is supreme food.
15. relaxed and chill. No sense of urgency.

and the list goes on. How can they be so alike????? I always thought I have done my fair share of influencing my firstborn to become where and what I wanna be  - like grow your child your way thingy but no GENES dominates.

Last Saturday as we were at the zoo, I was complaining how fat I looked in photos so I asked Maoster firmly - " Can you just tell me the truth, is mummy like hopelessly FAT?"
Aung was dead quiet. Maoster rolled his eyes, thought for a minute ( like Aung) and he replied, "well..... you know I do not mind..." ( This is so Aung) and I pressed on and asked," So am I or not, like so fat????"

Maoster replied," Well, mummy, I really wouldn't say that (So Aung again).... you are just...hmmmm how should I put it (here we have Mr Aung again), you are like, an UNFED PIG."
"What do you mean, I said?"
Maoster cheekily answered but gently (like Aung), " Well, you are a pig but a thin one... Unfed one... okay, mummy... get it?" and both Aung and Maoster laughed out loud.

Mylo looked at me and I looked at Mylo. Now, we only have each other.

*About the repeat mode: Maoster will repeat words he likes under his breathe when he usese them in a speech. For example, he says to me, "Oh mummy, that show is like super awesome and that boy is like out of the world... ( and he repeats quietly..... out of the world... out of the world.... out of the world....) It is very weird and funny at the same time. (Aung then tells me he does this too, but only in his mind)....

Isn't it weird? (weird... weird.... weird.... repeat mode on....)




 

2nd Firstborn

That's how Aung likes to identify Mylo as.

After a 6 years hiatus and 100% Maoster, Aung looked at his baby Mylo last night and whispered to him: " You know, you are like our 2nd Firstborn? I would stare at your awesomeness the whole day."

And in case you think, like the movies, that Mylo would have stared and gazed right back at his loving father's eyes - think twice. Mylo just merely showed his boredom and walked away!

 

Mylo at 10 months old. Bursting with grins and goodness!

 

So different, yet the same.

Six years of solo Maoster. Six good years with Maoster. Six calm good years with Maoster. Six serene, calm, gentle years with Maoster.

Then, with the grace of God, came Mylo.

Mylo is really different from Mao. Refreshing different? Alarmingly different? Amazingly different?  Every day Aung and myself will be talking about their striking differences when they are babies.

1. Maoster waits, Mylo wails.

Maoster gives us time. Time to react. When he is hungry, he toss and he turns and makes a gentle reminder sound and goes off all quiet. And we have time to tell him, we know, we have received his"order" and then calmly go to make his milk.

Mylo gives us no time. He flips, he frowns, he wails. As if he had placed his "order" with you long long long time ago and you did not register. He wails as if you had neglected him and he is upset. Angrily upset. If his wails could be googled translated, it probably means," I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR BOSS! WHY IS YOUR SERVICE STANDARDS SO POOR!" And we rush to make him milk, trembled as his cries gets louder and he only stops when he tasted milk.

2. Maoster is cautious, Mylo is chiongster.

Maoster, at a very young age, knows that his actions will lead to our approval or displeasure. And, to our happiness, he aims to please. There is NO problem in telling him what not to touch, what not to eat and what not to do. He will obey and will not question. He was easy to please and persuaded.

Mylo knows no fear. He knows exactly what he wants. If he wants this ball, he wants this ball. He will scream and yell and tell you the very instant if the ball is taken away from him. He wants the steering wheel of the car ( his favourite!) and everytime he goes into the car, he would want to hold it, touch it and lick it! He is not easily distracted and not at all persuaded.

3. Maoster has table manners, Mylo has hearty appetite.

Maoster does not cry over food. He does not place 10 biscults in his mouth at a time. He does not want your food when he has his own. He does not eat when he is already full. He will not want ramen at age of 9 months.

Oh, Mylo, he loves eating everything that is not his. He loves our food - he will eat anything. He will use his powerful fingers to grab all food and his techniques are rather well executed that he will be able to place MOST of the things he grabbed into his mouth and he will purse his mouth and you will NEVER be able to get the food out of his mouth. This include mostly papers and big chucks of food that he will choke. He rather choke than not to eat. DIE OR EAT. I CHOOSE EAT!

4. Maoster acts on his knowledge, Mylo acts on his guts.

His first flip, his first stand, his first crawl and his first walk. Maoster will do it the first time well. As if he had been practising it when we were asleep and he will not do it unless he is confident to do it. He took a longer time to crawl, to walk and to stand. But when the time comes, he just performed.

Mylo just do it. He knocks himself. He falls flat on his tummy. He screams and is angry for his incompetency. He will attempt all acts even though he has NO IDEA what he is doing. He climbs up the chairs, he squeezed himself out of the grills of the door to get himself out of the corridoor. He refused to calmly composed himself to get himself in a right or comfortable position. He wants to do it. Mylo therefore, after all that struggles and pains and squeals, crawled, sit, stand and walk way beyond his time.

5. Maoster loves books, music and watches the day past by. Maoster loves to be carried, thrown in the air, chew and screamed the day away.


6. Maoster sayang, Mylo knows kungfu!

Maoster will cuddle up close like a Koala when we carry him and he will be happy to be snuggled up our body close and be at that position like forever.

Mylo loves to strike when we least expected. It is a chain of kungfu techniques - He will 1) Pull our hair with both hands, 2) Bang his face on our face and 3) the most deadly act of all, he will sink his choppers into our cheeks and 4) he will go AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

The list goes on. From strength, to vocal, to temprements........... their differences are more significant day by day.

Does their differences brings about our preferences?

Aung calls one, WORLD PEACE and the other WORLD DOMINATION.
Aung calls one, ORIGINAL MAO and the other SPICY MAO

We laugh at their differences. We exclaimed their differences and we celebrate their differences.

They are the same what, says Aung, they are BOTH SO CUTE and BOTH SO ENDEARING.

 

Single-minded

In the name of defending the nation's highest security, Aung has been called to answer this highest calling.
For 3 weeks, he has to be at the army's beck and call - it used to be only beck's call. He is attached to the weirdest unit whereby he only gets to come back home say, noon or evening of Saturdays.

I wonder what got into me when I told my mom that I would move back home for 3 weeks in the name of allowing Maoster to sleep in during the hols, me not needing to beat the traffic in the wee morning and to spend some time with my mother - some mother/daughter bonding.

Gosh, this is week 2 and I am miserable. My mother treats me like a 5 year old, asking me everything that has happened in the day, complain to me about every single thing and basically open her world that seems to run like 7-eleven. I don't mean to sound like a ^&^&^%^$ daughter but over the years, I realised there is something rather precious termed "space" that does not exist back at home.

I suddenly started thinking of how life would be if I were a widow. Do I have to move back home? Do I have to read all of Maoster's bed time stories? Do I need to bring Maoster to his errands and classes and roam endless for 2 hours till he is done. What about vacations? Where do I bring Maoster alone? You mean the milk is out? You mean we need to renew the car's insurance package? My turn again to wake up to pee my boy every single night or he will wet the bed. The to do list of a widow. Yucks!

Initially I found my new found "alone" to be an adventure. I feel rather great, like a grown up having to do things on my own. Taking responsibilities and taking care of the weak. I realized such superheroes duties are not fun on a daily basis.

Thoughts then went to friends whose husbands travel frequently. Thoughts went to friends whose husbands are unwell and couldn't be the pillar of support. Thoughts went to friends whose husbands are deceased. How does these women survive? I feel like a loser. It's only 3 weeks and I feel miserable. I feel that tsunami has hit my shores. I don't think I can be "single-minded" any longer. Am the only one that feels this way? You leh?

All over the place and all under the sun

I realised that I haven't blogged for a while. This only shows that I have been trying to save the world and couldn't take time off.

I would have told you about the wonderful Perth trip I took and how those days are numbered and that I can now rely on photographs and memories to keep me afloat at work and my hectic lifestyle. Having friends around the globe doesn't help me to keep my feet rooted and my mind thinking, is the grass greener at the other end ( or the cows cheaper on the other side of the field). I told Gee that perhaps I should ask God for a chance to be outstation abroad for a few years and she says of course you could and then being the "short-attention" span me, I prayed for a few days and I called it quit.

Talking about prayers, I am really in dilemma here. I mean, I am told that I have to pray fervently for things I really care about or want. But I really can't. I can't just keep focus. I really can't do it EVERYDAY until I get it. I get bored, I get impatient and most importantly, I forget to pray about it. Strange but true, I really need some prayer therapy - intensive prayer course.

Maoster is growing up well ( in terms of entertainment value) but hardly and I repeat hardly the sharpest pencil in the box. Undeniably, I have enough of teachers telling me that oh, he should be writing now and blah blah blah and I wished I could have the patience or discipline to start this routine of writing with him... gosh I think I am such a lousy mother because I am going to go into the school of thought that hey, i mean they will write sooner or later right? I mean right? Sigh, but this boy of mine just am not interested in doing anything academic! He does not like to write, he does not like to draw, he does not like to colour. He just enjoys doing things like running around, pretending to be a dinosaur and being read to ( note: not reading by himself but being read to). I seriously dunno what to do with him ( not that I am doing anything much) and looking at the students profile I am handling , I can only pray ( which I am btw, if you have read the above, not doing a great job at that too) that he don't end up where I teach.
Having said that, Maoster continues to come up with the most hilarious conversations and thoughts and continued to be kind and nice and gentle.

I have been swarmed with work and somehow I am still surviving ( minus the exam setting nightmare but that would be a story too long to say and I will keep it for retirement when I am free and old). I am still enjoying my students and I continue to be amused and tickled and touched and aspired by them. I am doing well, I guess but then of course my director who is prim and proper doesn't get quite tickled by my jokes and styles but I think I am at a stage whereby, Heck lah, I just want to do my job well and be happy and not think of what my director thinks or whatever carrots/promotions she might be cancelling my name on. I mean, I know its tough when I work and not get recognition but hey, I am having fun with my colleagues and if they say I am good, I am good then. And at the end of the day, I hope my God says I am good. Clowns can be good too okay. We work.

I finished my virgin 10km run and I am happy with what I've done. No fats were destroyed at the process and no kgs were shed. But, whatever, I think I look great size 0 or size 12. And there's a research that says size 12 people are the happiest - I think so/hope so. Sorry if you are a size 0, there might be another research about you perhaps living longer.

My oven is still empty - I mean some days I will be cursing and swearing about it and sometimes I am seriously okay about it. I don't know my take about my oven but then, that's my oven and if it's not cooking then I think I could use it for some other storage purposes. I probably should take it for a repair and hopefully it comes with warranty. I really should have sex more often. Seriously I am pulling down the average numbers but hey my love for my husband goes beyond that - ha ha ha, he obviously don't think so.

Aung continues to be a sweet loving man. Always patient, always kind, always loving. He still says the funniest things and does the funniest moves and dance the funniest sway I have ever seen.

I thank God for this year and I pray that I'll witness God's works and miraculous blessings in the year to come.

I'll pray for you too.

It's a bunny year ahead!

Why dads are important (esp Mao's)

Because, he brings us towels whenever we take a shower every single day.
Because, he draws down the blind whenever the sun is up and both of us are still in bed.
Because, he carries all the stuff from the car and bring it up home.
Because, he always get body slam from both of us when we are playing KungFu.
Because he makes the milk at night (every single night)
Because he puts on the diaper at night after Mao is asleep (as Mao feels he is too "MAN"for it anymore despite his "immature" urine techniques when asleep)
Because, he washes the dishes whenever there is a heavy massive cook out.
Because, most importantly, he defends mummy when his ungrateful 3.5 year old son commented that some other woman is prettier than mummy. He says, "It doesn't matter what you think, the important fact is that daddy finds mummy prettiest and that's the most important thing."

So to my dearest Aung, Blessed Daddy's Day in advance. :)

Overheard...

outside the boy's room. Both my boys went to take a leak.

Maoster: Let's play penis fighting. And then, I will "KOK" your head.

I seriously dunno if my gentle Aung can take a leak in peace.

Good times that flies at bullet train speed

I was rather determined (after Gee's rather determined) to travel nearby to eat and play and relax. The opportunity came at the Vesak day break. Determined am I, despite Maoster's HFMD breakout, the doctor certified him clean on thursday morning. Despite my hubby's reservist, the army decided to let him out at 6pm (yes the latest we could imagined it to be) and despite the fact that we only managed to find rooms for 1 night as Vesak day holidays proved to be booming the Malaysia's tourist economy.

And Aung's happiness was when he found rootbeer float with frozen mugs. He ordered a coney dog meal with it. Seldom will Aung eat when he already had lunch. Aung seldom snack. So good for me cos I am now NOT THE ONLY ONE who snack. Maoster refused the drink and asked me if its medicine.

Then Maoster happiness came when this really ridiculously looking kiddy joy ride came. Of cos they have to choose a rabbit carriage to sit on - I am tickled by this rabbit. Aung only comments were after looking at this pic is that he has always insist on riding on rabbits only. Hmmmmmm. Next.
Then Godma brought Maoster to the fishing shop and he got this fishing net at RM3. Not bad, we managed to catch 6 fishes with it on Sunday when I went "fishing" with Maoster at Lower Pierce Reservoir. Don't worry, we let the fishes go before we left - Maoster was cool with it. He says the fishes, see you next week.

And of cos by God's abundence grace- we managed to find a family suite at this 5 month old boutique hotel ( someone cancelled last min) and we got this room with a master bedroom, 2 singles and a jacuzzi in it. Maoster must be praying very hard because as we are searching for hotels, driving around, he will ask- have room? have swimming pool?

We did some shopping and some eating and we had a blasting good time. We will be back Malacca!

满有能力！

Maoster: Let's play "I bury you into a tomb "game.

Daddy: Huh? Why?

Maoster: It's okay, just a game. Bury you in a tomb and cover you.

Daddy: I don't want!

Maoster: It's OKAY! JESUS DID IT ALSO! Really!!!!

Do we lead a life that is 满有能力? More often, I live my life fearing for so many things and I forgot my Jesus did it!

One of my favourite milestone- Maoster can bathe by himself rather well now!

Maintaining Peace

In the morning before I rushed off to work, I was trying to find my diamond earrings.

I can't find it! And I remembered that I just did my spring cleaning around the table top and fears of me throwing away close to 5K worth of stones by mistake was just toooooooooo much to bear.

I really panicked! I was like... shit! Did I throw them away! Then, I feel that I need to go to the toilet, that always happens when I panic. Panic has a laxative effect on me.

I called for help. Aung who was sleeping still, came to the rescue while I was in the toilet and peering my head out of the door at the same time for some updates on my missing stones.

And then, Aung found a box that I kept these stones. I was eternally grateful.

He then declared and gave me a smile: " There is peace now again, on bunny's land!" He went back to bed.

Today is one day, I remembered why I married my husband. He saved my world and he maintained peace.

Sunshine Wishes

at 6.55am this morning when I whispered in his ear that today is Daddy's Birthday.

He gave the biggest sunshine smile and rolled over to his daddy and said:

" TODAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY YOU KNOW?

and in his cutest voice, he continued, " HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!"

And we all know what Daddy wants for his birthday..... don't you?

The Facts are Talking

Lovely Night.

Moon shining Bright.

Aung and son shared a nice walk under the sky.

Aung with hope and love, tells his son.

" Look at the moon. You can reach for the moon you know?"

His son replied: " Need a rocket, you know?"


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Lovely noon.

Quiet time between Bun and Aung.

Bunster said something funny, Aung laughed his head off.

Bunster said, "you still find me funny all these years hor?"

Aung said," You mean you still believe I married you for your beauty?"

Aung's Anger

My hubby is ( and I hear the whole world echoing back) very very sweet natured and has the mildest temper in the whole wide world.

It's hardly he gets agitated. Hardly, unless as he always say, my rabbit's tail is on fire and is snapping at me. Even so, that still sound rather romantic to some.

Then....last saturday, my MIL provoked him. Nagged him about him being lazy and not forcing Mao on the piano ( oh yes, extreme fear factors here!) and he got really pissed.

He stormed ( lightly) to the kitchen while I was doing my fish and chips with that hot sizzling oil, he came to report his unhappiness. He hates to come to the kitchen esp where frying is concern but he withstand that possibility of oil spiling on him and went through the story.

I thought he had gotten over it until we went grocery shopping and I was looking very tempting to buy the herbs on pots home.

Bunster: Hey, do you think I should buy those herbs on pots? Basils, thymes and rosemary!

Aung: Buy lah, can grow them at home.

Bunster: But we won't care for it.

Aung: Not our home lah, put it in serangoon. You know my mom, she will just curse the herbs to death. And he gave me that dirty look. I thought its hilarious. Anger and Aung just don't quite match.

So, you have it, my hubby's mild ways of showing displeasure. Quite cute huh? Super funny too, at least to me. :)

Oops! Not a sadist here lah just finds it amusing only lah! :)

Sala Resort, Phuket

My smart husband brought me to this boutique hotel for our 5th wedding anniversary.

A private garden pool.

Daily massages.

Doing nothing

Wasting the hours away.

The best part. They serve the best breakfast I've tasted.

They serve steak for breakfast.

That's rabbit food he says. I agree.

Are you a Kiasu Parent?

Aung: Dear, I created an account for Mao.
Bunster: What account? ( mind thinking along the line of savings account, current account etc)
Aung: You can find him now at myles.aung@gmail.com
Bunster: huh? For what? I don't think he will be checking his e-mail soon.
Aung: You know that day I checked for my name on gmail and its not available. By the time he wants to apply for one, I think it won't be available.
Bunster: I see ( mind thinking about during his time there may be like other email address like maybe zmail or whatever.... )
Aung: Yar, so myles.aung@gmail.com
Bunster: Right....!
I have thoughts about this conversation throughout the day and it really makes me laugh... sigh MY AUNG! Funny right?