tete-a-tete

oh man, my email are flooded with facebooks stuff…jia lat. i need professional help sia…
then again, i cannot facebook anymore after i go back to work boohooo…

thinking of going back to work i’m a little sian, gonna miss victoria…i’m so addicted to my daughters…
and facebook.

hello office in 26 August.

everyday in between breastfeeding, i’ll be reading 8days, facebooking, youtubing, blogging, emailing and sometime TV-ing. there was an advertisement on TV and there’s Avril Lavigne singing Girlfriend at the background. i thought the tune was so catchy and fun AND THEN I listen carefully…oh man! what are people thinking when they are writing songs nowadays…read the words.

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend

Oh
In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger
Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There’s no other
So when’s it gonna sink in
She’s so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?
Oh
In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger
Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There’s no other
So when’s it gonna sink in
She’s so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?

then again, maybe she is singing what we are thinking in our mind…sometimes (-_-”’) we just didn’t dare say it out ha ha thanks ah Ms Lavigne ha ha

Missy Donuts
(Not the best)

since the birth of Dorothy, i’ve been gorging on donuts non-stop! i know its very expensive but they are just so irrisistable!! i even bought like dozens to Victoria school for her teachers for Dorothy’s first month! i’ve tried from Donut Factory, J.Co, mama stall in tanjong pagar railway station and the latest – Missy Donut (Plaza Singapura) i was very attracted by this…

HEART SPRINKLES!! walau who can resist that man…but very very sad to say, all the Missy taste the same, very bready, no donut taste. oh well, girls always kena bluff by the way things look.

oh come on! its pretty isn’t it??

i declare the donut that win my heart and all my extra coins goes to - J.Co

the best way to taste whether a donut is nice, you gotta try thier plainest like icing sugar or their glaced ones. J.CO serve the best glace. even donut-factory cannot beat them.

if you read my blog, drop me a comment on your favourite donut, i’ll buy you a yummilicious-glaced-donut from J.CO!

victoria sings

‘rain rain go away, come again another day…’

X 256 times

aiyah…i’m just showing off her new raincoat which i finally bought and super excited to let her wear it. but as expected, it didn’t rain for 5days after i bought it ha ha but then finally…rain liao lor!

my last confinement i watched korean dvd to pass time. this round i’m so stuck playing FACEBOOK! or rather not really playing but updating here and there and best of all looking for my long lost friends!

my mom is someone who keeps our junks like treasure…maybe all mother does, maybe i’ll do the same too keeping old and wierd things for vic and dot. so mummy dearest brought a bag of my ‘junk’ to me one day and force me to sort them out…sigh fine, fine, i’ll do it. in the ‘junk’ bag, i found a yellow scarf…

this scarf was given to me at a 1992, 75th year of guiding international camp. i was 15 then. i’m a super siao-on girl guide in my company (25th company). i’m almost the only one during my time to attend all the functions, workshop and camps organise by the HQ. no wonder i fail my sec 3 and retain an extra year to attend more camps and functions kekeke…i was the patrol leader and subsequently the best girl guide in my school – guess they bo bian but to give the award to the girl who always raise her hand when asked for volunteers hur hur hur…ey, dun play play okay, i gave my best and in return had the bestest time!

anyway so back to the scarf and facebook. on the scarf are names and phone no. of people who attended the camp. its sorta like an autograph book where we all left our ‘i miss yous’ and ‘best wishes’ and telephones numbers on. so nowadays in between breast feeding and changing diapers, i key the names onthe scarf in the search box, hoping for some…hopes! and guess what, i manage to find and confirm 2 girls on the scarf. one has even become a teacher in charge of girl guide in her school :’-)

although i dun remember their faces, neither do they remember mine, but we all remember the camp.

just one of those un-erasable memory

vroooom vroooom! i love to ride my bicycle

Bicycle Data -

Name: Tiger

Age: 2 days old

Country of origin: Malacca

Cost: Only RM70…and it almost cost grandma’s life having to push the mini bicycle through custom with bended back.

ma ma ya!!!

i was thinking of letting Dorothy go mitten-less already. so i snip her nails and…

OUCH! cut her tiny flesh and got blood come out! ahhh… i feel so bad. thankfully she cry like 2sec and continue to sleep.

The culprit – SAFETY 1ST nail clipper. not so safe afterall.

i think better let her wear mittens ha ha

Whoohoo! TGIF! not that it made a different to me, everyday is TGIF and moody monday to me ha ha

i had a roller coaster week with my 2 girls. not literally ON a roller coaster ha ha i wish…they almost drove me mad some of the days…tonight, everything was nice and slow. even the sky is pretty in orange ( abit fierce hor ha ha)

i thank God for giving me a supportive sister whom i share all my kiddy frustration with and most of the time, she’s been through it. i never feel like i’m struggling alone. to all mothers out there who are pulling out your hair (or the kids pulling your hair literally ha ha ha) talk or sms fellow mothers when you feel frustrated, you’ll realise we are all dealing with the same kinda problem.

wednesday: after a night of scolding victoria (i shall not go into details, too much to write), when i was putting her to sleep, i talked to her about why i scold her, why mummy gets angry when she does not follow my instruction blah blah blah…when coming to the end of out little conversation, she ask me

‘are you happy?’

i answer, ‘yes’

she reply, ‘i am not happy’

i stunned. she sounded like ’so after all the scolding, you’re happy now? you are? well I’M NOT!’

so i ask with the most concerned motherly voice, ‘why are you not happy?’

she ’erm…’ for a while and then use her new word ‘because’

‘becuase…i am sick’

i laughed