reminder to treat yourself well
Rest well (from work)
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LadiEs & gentLemEn... iT's time to taKe a 5 and miSs ya sweEt freN here... How LonG haV we lasT talked to each oTher? hoW lonG haVe we laST met? hoW mucH abouT me caN u stiLL remembeR?... Life is shoRt... iT's important to knoW what's important to you... and what's not~* --- WeLcomE to SimiwagÖ~*
Rest well (from work)
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The kids wished me H.B. when I sent them off to school. Dear and I took our bkf as usual.
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My dear Bao Ling...
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We chatted on MSN, followed by some smses exchanged... Then, dear asked me out this day 20 years ago, before I flew with a team of student group from TP to Kerala, India...
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Three weeks after giving birth to a 3kg baby Wayne, this is the first time I stepped onto a weighing scale... I am weighing 67kg.
After pump and cleaning Wayne's N times of poo-poo, it's 5:20am... There's not too much wind today but the air outside was so fresh that I started imagining myself going to a jog downstairs... Along the roadside... Passing by Topiary, round about the used-to-be cricket field and back...
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Phoebe had started to utter nonsense when she was having fever at 39.8°c last night. I had to be harsh to ignore her random requests and proceed with sponging, sweating her out followed by change of clothes.
Picnic, kite flying... Lazing on the grass to gaze at the blue sky with cottony cloud...
I am not a fan of Casio or should I say I'm not a fan of watch... Although I wear one everyday.
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There's so many playgrounds at the Pasir Ris Park... It used to be just the "red spider web" and "flying fox" when I was a small kid...
I thought this was the worst soar throat I ever had... or I had long forgotten how soar throat felt like... till now.
So soar... that I could hardly utter any words...
When Renee poop and I needed the toilet, I used my last voice to ask if my husband would be done soon... The respond I got over the door was "...couldn't hear you, can you speak louder?"
So, I gave up and went to the kitchen toilet without the bb seat cover...
So soar that I could hardly discipline the girls when they went too far 'playing' , or rather, hitting each other... I felt like a botttle of exploding cola...
Speaking of cola... Dear bought a 1.5 litres of cola for me. He said that its good for soar throat! We put some salt and it became some salty and non - gassy cola... which looked like some Chinese medicine that even Renee didn't ask for a sip...
Dear was probably the happiest man in this house. He always would be, anyway, since he's the only man here. He was excused from my daily chant because I couldn't talk much now... and even if I tried to... I would just sounded like Zhen Zhi Wei (HK comedian) talking... which was so amusing!
Anyway, I had felt much better after resting my throat for almost a day. By talking less, I observed and listened more. I thought that I had learnt and gained something, though I still love to talk. Hee!
Watch out, Dear, I might talk double in the next few days to compensate this weekend... kekekkee ^^
Phoebe's First sand stamping... that's something she did before her sister. Pretty amazing, huh!
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I created a character (basically from personal moments of embarrassment), called Ms Malu, when I was 13 years old in some class magazine... crappy reading materials filled with nonsense...
Tonight, I suddenly thought of this character when I recollected what happened in the evening...
I knew that I had no sense of directions most of the time (except when BH and I were at Taipei underground malls...) but this time. .. I was trashed by my own girl... a 2.5 years old kiddy!!!
I carried Phoebe, trying to get out of the car park at my in laws place. BH carried Renee... Both of them saw me roaming further in the wrong direction...
Renee "Mommy!"
When I turned around trying to pacify her that I had to carry Mei Mei (I thought she want me to carry her like she always asked for), Renee pointed in the opposite direction and shouted "this way!!!" (Followed by some loud HAHAHA!!)
Who else, besides Ms Malu....
I am starting to consider to become a full time housewife...
BH, don't freak out and yes, your eyes are not playing tricks on you... I am seriously thinking...
12 midnight... I decided to pump the miserably little amount of breast milk that I was left with... I grabbed a 'sterilised' bottle from the kitchen and started to pump. ..
It didn't take me too long to discover a pungent of odd smell... that can't be my milk... well, it is fresh, isn't it? Then I smelt the bottle again... WTH!@#$/^&*
I went into the kitchen and took another 'sterilised' bottle, only to find the same smell even before I pumped!!!
Not right, I smelt all the 'sterilized' bottles and almost all smelt that way... just that the first 2 bottles had a stronger pungent...
I started to take a sniff at Renee and Phoebe's milk bottles. Both were fine. So I went into the baby room to retrieve the steriliser that was bought less than 8 months ago... and the story began...
2 days ago, I cleaned the master room and living room because they were way too dusty. I didn't even bother to get the helper to do it... because if she would, she could have done it... After cleaning, I could tell that the last time she cleaned it was probably 2 months ago...
I had to specifically instruct her to clean up the baby room by washing the anti - slip matt which was covered with stains, to wipe the baby cupboard and window grills... but I didn't mention abt the steriliser.
On the next day, she was reading newspaper at her cosy kitchen corner and did not clean the study room's window grills... she continued reading the newspaper while I followed frantically behind my feverish Renee to everywhere she roamed.
Tonight, at 12 midnight, I spent a good 30mins to clean up this steriliser and re washed all bottles and caps with baby soap... have a look at the before and after...
How can my babies be fed using bottles 'sterilised' with rusty water? And were those stickers recyclable? Why were they left in the steriliser to decompose? I had told her at least 3 times to remove those stickers before washing... Suddenly, I just felt like crying at the thought of my girls well-being... specially for baby Phoebe...
My greatest new year resolution for 2014 is to take better care of myself!
Happy 2014... A more crowded place with lesser and lesser porridge...
My new year resolution is to:
1) get to 56kg (BH said that I need to set a target)
2) make skinny or fat but crispy pizzas
3) make cartoon character cookies with my girls
4) do community service
5) re - attend yoga class
6) stay healthy
7) get a juice detox routine
8) invent something
9) help BH quit 咖啡水 (he always imitates 石头 crawling towards 鸦片水)
10) kiss my girls everyday!
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