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    March 31

    Video from That Workshop


    Ha ha .. I was just surfing aimlessly when I came across this. Remember the workshop I spoke about, which I attended at Bedok Library. Check out the link here. Scroll right to the bottom. See that video. Click. We were the third couple from the left. Scene was taken just after the husbands were done singing to the wives.
     
     
     

    All Cleaned Up


    We - the family - accomplished a major task today. And succesfully too.
     
    What did we do? We cleaned up the massive junk from our Computer Room!
     
    We've converted one room in our house as a study and since it has the computer in it, we call it the Computer Room (duh). In this room, there's books, books and books. At least once per 12 months, I have tried to clean the massive collection, but with little success because previously, I used to do it alone - without Hubs and the distraction from the boys. I wouldn't know what to do with Hubs' massive collection so I kept on stuffing the same old junk back into the storage boxes.
     
    It so happened this evening that it poured, so we were kinda stuck at home. Immediately after Asar prayers, I rolled up my sleeves and began to bark orders and got to work. I emptied ALL 5 IKEA storage boxes and made Hubs throw away ALL that were at least one year old. He was, of course, close to tears. What a hoarder. My point is, these things have been cooped up in the boxes and we hardly notice them anyway. So time to JUNK THEM, MAN!
     
    We worked hard - the boys, too. They played with the boxes and giggled non stop. After 2 hours, all boxes save for 2, are empty. I put aside the JUNK that I am intending to either sell or give away. These include books on computer, design, fiction, religion, magazines and other assortments.
     
    My next task is to inventorize them. I intend to do this and put a price to those books which I feel still have a value, or at least minimal value lah. There's at least 50 books to clear or sell. I've stacked them up by the wall.
     
    Yawn.

    ...ends with...


    And oh.. I forgot to add.
     
    Ibu Ros brought the boys out to get anniversary gifts for me (how sweet). Imin 'bought' me a few stalks of carnation that smell absolutely sweet. Pau2 'bought' me a box full of Oreos. For work, apparently. Ibu Ros got me a digital alarm clock PLUS a radio. Fabulous! I plugged it in immediately after I reached home just now.
     
    But earlier, when I reached Bedok home, a bouquet of a dozen PURPLE tulips was waiting.
     
    How sweet. From Hubs.
    March 30

    March


    March is coming to an end now. March has always been special to me. And since 2002, it has become DOUBLE special.
     
    March starts with my turning a year old and it ends with another year added to my holy matrimony. When I was younger, WAY younger, I used to look forward to March, as the start of the month almost always bring forth presents spewing my way. I used to delight in guessing what I would be getting. Time like those, I thought I would be young forever.
     
    Now, I do still look forward to the begining of March, albeit with a lot less frivour. Begining of March adds a year to my total living - that's all I can think about as my birthday looms. I hardly think of any presents. Often, Ibu Ros would ask - what do you want for your birthday?  And often, I would answer - NOTHING. I have all material things that I need. Anything more, I would consider it a luxury. And that, I do not need.
     
    My boys, especially Imin, would remind me of my birthday. He remembers his, Ayah's, Pau2's, Ibu Ros' and many others. He would look at a calendar and would count how many more days to go before arriving to the THE DAY.
     
    As March grows old and crawls to an end, I celebrate yet another occasion - the day I wed Hubs. That was the begining of a new life for me and I am still learning about myself, Hubs and discovering the sweet sourness of being an individual housed in a pair. I have to maintain my uniqueness while still be flexible enough to accomodate Hubs'. Together, we have and will enjoin a strong force, God-willing, to ensure strong relationship in our family, so that our offspring can benefit.
     
    Begining of March is sweet. End of March is revitalising.
     
    I just love March of any year. And I so look forward to seeing it in more years to come.

    Tolerancy Period

    I just spoke to someone just now.

    She is leaving for Down Under tomorrow for a week-long (or more) to visit the husband’s family. I enquired if she was excited. But before I got her answer, seeing that she was half submerged in work (could hardly see the top of her desk), I answered: Too busy to get excited, huh?

    She looked at me with soulful eyes and commented that she would rather be elsewhere BUT Aussie next week. She said she would be staying at her husband’s relatives’ house and that it was hardly private. She has no children. She will be amongst people she hardly knew, at a place she is almost foreign to.

    I told her, better to get stuck in a foreign land with no kids. Then your misery may be doubled. She said, if she has kids, at least she can entertain her kids to distract herself.

    She has her point.

    She did suggest to her husband that he should precede for this family visit without her, since she is really tied up with work. But that suggestion had made her husband unhappy so she had no choice but to proceed along with him.

    Why? To make him happy.

    I smiled. I know exactly what she meant.

    In marriage, often you have to live a life NOT for yourself only, but for your other half. When you merge as one with your partner, you inherit his everything, and that includes the various families and relatives and other assortments. There may be things that you do not like or do not understand or simply because you were not brought up with the same principle, and thus cannot tolerate. But what can you do?  

    To that babelicious friend of mine, I know the week ahead at Down Under will just breeze by. Such an optimistic babe, nothing can bring her down!

    Good Day’ Mate!

    Body Cat

    Happened 3 minutes ago while I was lost in the midst of Protocol Amendments and Approval Letters.

    The phone rang. 11.15 am.

    “Ti, apa tu ‘BODY CAT’?”

    Pause.

    “Dia nak BODY CAT. Aku tak tahu apa tu BODY CAT. Cari dalam beg dia, takde pun. Terus dia bedalnya aku!’

    Now.. that’s the typical conversation between me and my babysitter, in regards to my youngest boy, the cutest and most aggressive Pau2.

    A quick but hopefully comprehensive check with Imin, a BODY CAT was apparently something Pau2 wore while he was in school earlier just now. Probably a game they were playing in school and for some reason, it was not put inside his bag – I do not even know whether that was supposed to be the case here.

    Anyways, I am glad to report, my babysitter was unhurt.

    5th Anniversary, 30 March 07

    The year 2007 marks the 10th year I’ve known Hubs. And today, 30 March 07, is the 5th year I and him have joined together in matrimony harmony. Five years ago, at 11 am, Hubs took the solemnization vow to forever bind him to me. Poor chap. Love is REALLY blind, they say.

    To Hubs – thanks for tolerating my nonsense and whimsical moods for the past decade and for standing by me for the past 5. It’s been a journey of indescribable depth of knowing and understanding my own self, thanks to your mountainous patience and kindness and selfless thoughts. Definitely a journey I have enjoyed tremendously and will not hesitate to trod on further and deeper.

    Thank you for being such a great husband, a loving father and a great companion.

    And how should we celebrate this?

    By working, of course .. sigh.

    *Today is also Rasul's Birthday - 12 Rabiulawal.

    March 25

    My Mind Zilch

     
    Actually I have many things to say. Or to state. Or to make known my opinions. I even have this little notebook where I jot down my ideas (plus the 101 things to do each day).
     
    Somehow, sitting here right now, facing the monitor screen, being already in Sunday itself (how fast time flies!), I become pretty jaded. Could be the late hour - but hey, it's the ONLY TIME I have to practice my linguistic ability.
     
    I look at the points that I have jotted down. Some are way pending since a few weeks ago. Issues that I feel strongly about. I know, if I were to dwell on those, the writings would be long and my mind will perk up and after that, will refuse any rest (but I need to sleep, really).
     
    So I stare blankly at those points. My eyes graze over the handwritten words. My mind blanks.
     
    Earlier, I read Blossom's blog. I enjoy her blog - she makes me smile at times. She writes about where she can take a nap, and then she dreams that she is getting some pending work done, only to wake up later to find that she has been tricked.
     
    Maybe I will do the same. Sleep on my ideas and issues. Get it done in my dreams, because I think, simply, at this moment in time, I have no energy to tackle the criss cross directions my mind is taking all at once.
     

    The Day I ...

     
    Tomorrow .. eh today lah, 25th March .. my colleague is getting engaged. She must be real excited. I wonder if she is sleeping.. or that if she CAN sleep.
     
    I remember my own engagement. That was on 20 August 2000. I was in the process of moving houses, so the ceremony was conducted at my sis' place @ Bukit Batok. At that time, Hubs was also staying @ Bukit Batok. So, ok lah ha..
     
    The ceremony was very simple. I was still a student at Temasek Design School. No income, you know. So no works. My attire was a hand-me-down (serious!) and I did my own make-up - which to say, no make-up at all, save for red dashing lipstick. The items, those things they called barang hantaran, were all 'sponsored' by relatives - thank God I have a BIG family, 5 sisters to start with and each one of them is skilled in one way or another - cooking, baking, wrapping etc. So, really, I did not fork out much - I couldn't even if I wanted to - still a student you know. The only thing I paid for was the cake.
     
    I remember it was a very small affair. Both Hubs and me are the eleventh in our respective families, so relatives alone would crowd the 4-room flat. I told and invited only 3 of my poly mates.
     
    The ceremony was set at 2pm, and by 3pm, I was officially engaged to Hubs. Big moment, huh? Big moment for one who was (still is) in love. By 5.30pm, I was already scrubbing and washing cooking pots and the following day, a Monday, I was already attending lectures at 9am. Not a single soul knew, save for the 3 mates, I had just underwent a 'big ceremony' the day before.
     
    Exactly a year later - 20 August 2001, I graduated top of my course and school. Less than a year later, I got married. Fast forward to less than 12 months, I delivered Imin. Barely a year and a few months after that, Pau2 came to join us. Life goes on.
     
    To CACTUS - May everlasting happiness awaits you after today!
     
    March 24

    Su or Bu?

     
    This happened a few minutes ago.
     
    I was sitting and staring blankly at the computer screen while waiting for it to reboot. Hubs walked in and called out to me:
     
    'Su!' ...
     
    I startled and reflectively I pushed my chair away from him. Su? SU?!!
     
    Hubs laughed and said: Eh Terpanggil Kak Su pulak (Accidentally called Kak Su), instead of IBU (what he usually called me).
     
    I eyed him suspiciously. I pouted. He laughed.
     
    Hmm...
     
    If he said indeed called out to his sister, Kak Su, by mistake, where's the 'KAK'?
     
    March 19

    Trying

    I do not know if this is common knowledge, but there’s something that I once read somewhere, or maybe I heard it when I was attending a course of some sorts. Anyways, here’s what stuck in my mind and I like to quote it often:

    1. If you want to make a routine out of something, you must do it CONSISTENTLY and WITHOUT ANY BREAK in 21 days. That activity will then fall into a routine in your lifestyle.

    Interesting, isn’t it? Imagine, if you can afford to take time off to work on something and keep on doing it over a period of 21 days, without breaking the pattern, that activity will eventually fall in nicely in your lifestyle or you could it doing it without even thinking about it. Examples would be driving, praying, exercising etc. Or, like me, trying to write a book. And I really mean, TRYING …

    Yes, I am trying. Really trying. To go back to basics. To revert back to the time where I could easily sit down for hours and let my fingers do the talking (aka typing) on the keyboard without any interruptions. Those days, I was on my own. Time was on my side and only for me. I could sit down and finish a short story in one single night.

    These days, with added occupation like mother and part time housewife, cleaner, cooker, playmate, wife etc.. well, time is too precious.

    But keyword – trying. But did I say I want to write a book? Ok let’s not start getting ambitious here. Let’s say, I am trying to get back to writing short stories seriously again.

    Now, on to the other thing that is stuck to my mind and this too, I like to quote often (to whoever bothers to listen):

    1. If PERFECTION is what you are seeking, you should practice doing the activity 3 times a day for 21 days WITHOUT A BREAK.

    Ahh … I remembered very clearly when I first heard about this. At that time, I was taking at-that-time-seemingly-endless driving lessons. I’m sure for those who are taking their lessons, at one point, they would be thinking, as I often did, when would all these come to an end? Last year, before I obtained my coveted piece of plastic that allows me to cruise the road, each time I walked to Kampung Ubu Driving School and each time I checked my name against which car would I be driving next, I often wonder – when would the day come when I no longer need to step into this school and not have to look out for my name on the board.

    That moment came on Friday, 29 December 2006.

    Anyways, yes, before that day, the many many lessons I had seemed to be million and million lessons. And the cost. Wow. I am so glad to be put all those behind me now. Each time now as I pass by the school (on my way home to my Buangkok Residence), I will often look to the school and look at the test cars inside – some queuing up to try out the vertical parking, parallel parking, slope, S course, crank course etc. I am so very glad, I have to mention again here so that you would know how immensely glad am I to finally obtain my license, that those days are finally over for me.

    Yippee!!

    Ok now, back to the two things that I want to share here. Yes, those are the theories that I always remember. I do not know if these theories hold any truth. Or that it all depends on individual’s abilities and capabilities. In any case, here I am trying out Item no. 1.

    As I said – the keyword here is trying.

    Friendster No-Show

    I have a Friendster account. I acquired it since September 2005. I think back then, my x polymates were pushing me to open one and maintain the circle of friends we once had. So, off I went and get myself a Friendster account.

    And that’s it.

    Since then till recently, that account has been collecting dust. I do receive updates now and then whenever someone in my circle of friends list updated their site. But I was (and hardly now) never tempted to go and click and find out what the fuss was all about.

    Then the other night, I was surfing aimlessly when I decided to sneak a peek in my account. Which I did. And apparently, there was a list of pending messages for me!

    I tried to navigate around Friendster. I tried to do this and that. Yes, now my account has grown – meaning my circle of friends has increased. But that’s the furthest I could go – all my latest update are here … in dvaHaven. Or zeezone.net

    I could not keep up with Friendster. So for those of you who have me in your Friendster list, you can forget about getting any updates there.

    http://www.friendster.com/dvahaven

    Mr Jykell and Dr Hyde

    I had a laugh the other day when we, the family, were walking to the Festival Market. I was walking behind Hubs and the two balls.. boys. He was holding each in his hand and being the bouncy balls… boys they were, they couldn’t keep still.

    Imin was moving this way and that and Pau2 was jumping here and there. Suddenly, Hubs took the other’s hand and placed it on the other’s shoulder.

    Now, let’s see, did I get this literally right? Hubs was holding Imin’s hand in his (Hubs) left hand and Pau2’s hand in his right. Suddenly, he placed Imin’s hand on Pau2’s shoulder and Pau2’s hand on Imin’s shoulder.

    For a second or two, the boys did not realize what happened and they walked a few steps, looking like they were so full of brotherly love. When they realized it, they quickly withdrew each other’s hand and giggled away.

    Me and Hubs had a hearty laugh.

    If you know the kind of person my husband is, you would be very surprised at how or what he really was. As his wife, I am very privileged to see the other side of him. The HIDDEN side.

    To outsiders, Hubs is an introvert, which he really is. He does not say much, very quiet, geeky and maybe at first glance, he will not impress you. But if he is alone with the boys, and this I have witnessed countless times, he is truly a changed man. With the boys, and me alone, he would be a different person – he would create sound effects, imitate Mr Bean, do funny antics like wrapping the boys in towels after their showers and swing them around and sometimes treat them as dumb-bells, lifting them high up and down (to their glee, and the boys would go: AYAH! AGAIN! AGAIN!) and say the silliest things you could think of!

    (Often I wonder, if my children had been girls, would things be different?)

    I cannot detail too much here – he is simply indescribable. I really love it when he is with the boys. What a man.

    Best part – he is mine!

    Talkshows

    Back during those days when I was a SAHM, I was privileged to catch talkshows on the google box. Not one, not two but three talkshows in one day. And all on one channel. Mediacorp, if you are listening – come on now, surely 3 talkshows in one day is just a bit too much, no? Granted, these talkshows differ in their hosts and content, but up to 3? And if you happen to have the urge to watch television during the zombie hours, you will notice that these talkshows make their appearance again during those hours.

    Mediacorp – HELLO! Wake up lah!

    Ok now, let’s dissect those that I have managed to catch. Please note that these were the days in January 07 when I was playing real mother to my boys.

    In the mornings, we have Tyra Banks, the model. At noon, we have Martha Stewart, the urm.. what can I call her? The home lifestyle guru? Evening, we have Ellen DeGeneres.

    I am very certain these three individuals do not need detailed introduction but for the benefit of those who have just come out from their shell, here’s a simple breakdown:-

    TYRA BANKS A former model who was well-known now for her success in The Next America Top Model Show. Hey, did I get the title right? Now I am not so sure, because I never – never did – catch a single episode of that show. I only know from what little I saw on the trailers and from what I read in magazines like 8 Days. Anyways, this show was something like my favourite show – The Apprentice. The season started with a number of model hopefuls and at each episode, one will be eliminated. The last one standing would then be declared the Next America Top Model. I think it went something like that. So, Tyra was the founder.

    MARTHA STEWART Need even less intro. She’s a household name, and I mean that literally. From cooking to choosing the best quilt for your bedsheets, Martha’s the expert. And she has been since I was still in secondary school. Most recently, she was known for doing time for insider trading. I think her sentence was like 5 or 7 months. Hmm.. I think. Not too sure. You may want to surf the net for more info of her sentencing – I’m sure there’s aplenty. Martha also runs the side show of The Apprentice with Martha Stewart. Same concept as the genuine Apprentice, but hey, if it is not Donald, I’m not watching.

    ELLEN DEGENERES I first heard of Ellen when I was in secondary school. I came from an all-girls Christian school – a mission school, to be exact – and when you come from an all-girls school like that, you would naturally meet up with one species known popularly as BUTCHERS. I am not going to dwell more on this, but if you know BUTCHERS, you know ELLEN DEGENERES.

    Ok now, let’s go back to their talkshows.

    TYRA BANKS TALKSHOW
    Personally, I do not find Tyra particularly drop dead model-gorgeous. She’s an OK, but compared to raven model beauties like Liz Hurley, Cindy Crawford and the likes, to me, she’s worlds apart. Granted, she has the skin and body but haven’t you heard of digital retouching? Being an expert in the field once upon a time ago, I know the works that went behind each cover page of most popular fashion magazines.

    So now, I managed to catch Tyra’s talkshow. I do not recall the title of the show but naturally, the contents are all about fashion and fashion. One time, she would interview an expert in skin, and the other, an expert in body contouring. Of course, often she would be talking to top names in fashion and cosmetics.

    There’s one episode whereby it was a special on lingerie. I think the gist was how to choose the lingerie that was suitable for your body type. So you know what she did? Moments after she walked in on the set, she totally discarded her clothes and stood around in her undergarments! And GASP! The entire audience followed suit. Everyone, and I mean, ALL, stripped to their bras and knickers, and stood around flaunting what extra (fats) they had without a slight hint of embarrassment! Oh my!

    (For the record, a few weeks later, 8 Days BRAVO-ed that move, saying that it was refreshing and courageous. I beg to differ. I call it humiliating and revolting.)

    Eventually, as the show progressed, some were covered in bathrobes, as like Tyra. Naturally, I did not watch till the end. Three things – 1) I do not usually enjoy Tyra’s shows 2) I find all those half naked people disgusting 3) I had to vacuum the house before the boys came back from school.

    I did, however, learnt a few things from Tyra’s shows. One episode, she was with an expert on hair. This hair expert was dispensing advices like it was the IN thing now that if you have to tie your hair, you must tie it as close as possible to the nape of your neck. Too high on the head makes you look like an old spinster, and if you tie it in the center, you do not look more elegant than the girl who is going to the gym for a workout. So, if you want to appear elegant with a ponytail, do it at the nape of the neck.

    Of course, all these are not relevant to me. I have my tudung, thank you very much. Elegancy confirmed 24/7, for those who understand.

    At one time, Tyra had an expert on the show. I cannot recall what the field of expertise is, but I remembered one thing – women are advised to sleep more in the nude. I think she used the word COMMANDO. Something like SLEEP IN THE COMMANDO. I think so. I think that’s an American slang for sleeping in the nude.

    Let’s give Tyra some credit. On her shows, she also highlighted eating disorders and one time, she had an anorexia sufferer on the set. The poor girl – the anorexic, not Tyra – had a very low self confidence and Tyra tried to tell her otherwise by bringing in experts to explain the psychology behind the eating disorder condition and even had a real life cardboard to show the poor girl on how she really looked to others.

    Other times, Tyra had brought together a couple who were separated for a very long time.

    So yeah, to conclude, Tyra’s shows are not only about fashion and the likes – she would try to bring in some humanities issues. This is just my take, from my watching the talkshow for a better part of the hour that it was running in. Alas, I’d never get an opportunity (nor do I really want to) to watch from A till Z.

    MARTHA STEWART
    Martha has a magazine called LIVING and on her talkshow, this is like LIVING coming right out on your google box. The first episode, which I accidentally tuned it while fiddling with the remote, had her showing off some kind of an ankle bracelet – you know, the type that criminals wear so that their whereabouts are detected. And in support of Martha’s predicament (I assume this episode was being taped while she was out on parole), her entire crew had the exact ankle bracelets. I like the humorous take that Martha took (ha ha never thought I could use TAKE and TOOK in one sentence!) on her circumstances.

    Martha’s audience is obviously those who are smitten with her LONG before her time in jail. These are die-hard fans. You know why? Because, really, what she did on her show was usually a duplicate in her mag. I mean, why would you want to buy a mag AND watch the same contents AGAIN?

    Martha would do one thing and then she would flip to a page in her mag and said: ‘If you want more info, look at page XX of the LIVING magazine.’

    Duh.

    As a host, I do not like Martha. She likes to interrupt her guests. And very often too. Usually, she and her guest would be doing something similar simultaneously, like arranging flowers. They would be starting at the same thing and while they are working on each arrangement, Martha would turn to her guest and say something like: ‘So tell me, what have you been up to?’ This is to fill in the vacuum while both of them were doing the EXACT same thing (but of course, if the other is an expert, the results would be as different as earth and moon). And so the guest would rattle: ‘Oh! I’ve been busy singing/acting and my next movie/album would be out …’ ZAPPP! Martha would interrupt here because it was at that precise moment that she had to put in a long stem and she had to let the audience know why the stem had to be placed at the back of the arrangement and not the front. Martha would go: ‘So you put this thing here and there you would have the composition just right’. Just like that. As if the guest hadn’t spoken. I do wonder why on earth anyone would want to be on that show with her.

    Martha’s a big supporter of the help for the Hurricane Katrina victims. In any chance that she can get, she will ask donations for the Katrina victims. Say, for example, when a guest was talking about a new reality program (I think that program was called I WISH), Martha had to ask: ‘So what are you doing about the Katrina victims?’

    In almost each episode, you will get to see the effects of the Hurricane Katrina as Martha would flash the before and after photos of once-beautiful homes.

    However, Martha’s guests are often those that I would know of. Unlike Tyra’s, whose guests are habitually from the fashion industry (an area where obviously I know nothing of), her guests are from all walks of life. Once, she even had Donald Trump! But I missed out on that one, as I had to nurse Pau2 at that time. Nurse meaning take care. And I had to do it at Bedok, so I did not have easy access to English channels.

    There’s one episode where Martha gathered a full studio of audience whose names were Martha Stewart. ALL OF THEM. I think it was about 62 people. Of course there were a lot more when the real Martha embarked on the search for all the Martha Stewarts in the States, but only the lucky handfuls got to be on the show. That was a fun episode to watch. At one point, she had few couples of Martha Stewarts and their other halfs, who equally had ‘popular names’. For example, there’s a Martha Stewart and her husband, Rod Stewart.  

    From what I’ve watched, lots of people admire Martha. It could be that she has been a household name since dino years. But Martha had poor coordination - one time her show flashed an image of something and Martha, not realizing it was already flashed, called out loudly to the technician or tv crew or whatever to flash it. There was a voice heard: ‘It was already on.’ Martha recovered quickly and laughed it off, saying: ‘Oh I didn’t realize that.’ What blunder.

    Often, I notice that when Martha says something and immediately after that, the next shot would be an image or scene of what she had said earlier, the vacuum in between was too long and almost embarrassing. She would be standing there grinning stupidly while the camera would be taking its own time to switch from one scene to another.

    Oh Martha, go get a better crew, will you?

    ELLEN DEGENERES TALKSHOW
    I think her show was simply called ELLEN. You would often see Ellen jumping and hopping around on her stage. Remember what I said about BUTCHERS and Ellen, well, each time the camera panned to the audience, I couldn’t help but try to seek out the BUTCHERS out there.

    Ellen’s a funny person. I almost smile during her talkshows. Granted, she’s funny. Her talkshow is aired late evening and I very seldom manage to catch it. And if I do, it would be like a few minutes or at the most, 15 minutes.

    Now that I am here, I realize that I can’t really talk much about Ellen. I do not really know what to say about her talkshow, because I never really catch it. But the times that I managed to, I was entertained by her funny antics. Those episodes that I watch, her guests included Kevin Federline, Britney’s x husband (I hope I get that name right). Ellen was alright towards her guests. Unlike Martha, she does not interrupt her guests and let them talk till they finish.

    But let me say one thing here – with Tyra and sometimes Martha, I would usually look out for their wardrobe. Tyra especially. Being a former model, she would dress up in the latest must-have and oh! those shoes! Those killer heels! Martha’s a grandmother, so she’s a little jaded but can be pretty smart. But Ellen? Oh boy… LITERALLY on BOY!

    Spice up your wardrobe, will you, Ellen?

    So there, my takes on the talkshows. Of course, now I do not get that privilege anymore.

    Oh yes.. previously I managed to catch Oprah’s. Those few episodes, those were good. Hubs liked to watch them. Are these coming back. Mediacorp, since you are so big on talkshows?

    Going Further

    The other day, on the MRT, while both of us were reading our free copy of TODAY, Hubs nudged and showed me a page where there was an advertisement calling for admission to a Master program on IT Management by NUS. It was a five years full time program and its syllabus or modules are quite relevant to what Hubs is doing currently. Being an NUS degree IT graduate, Hubs is eligible for the course.

    But it being a full time programme and 5 years at that, well.. that’s a different story now. I urged Hubs to ask the school for the possibility of doing it part time. He simply nodded.

    Then I sat back and reflected. Should there be a part time course, would I be ready to ‘let him off’? I mean, as I said, I depend a lot on Hubs now. They say, a man and a woman, upon marriage, are sometimes known as the other half of one. This is very true, in my case. Hubs IS LITERALLY my other half. He’s the right side of my everything. If he has to take time off to pursue his dreams, would I be able to let him go and proceed on on ONE side only? I twitched.

    Yes, I love Hubs. Love him to bits and pieces. So yes, if that’s what he really wanted, so yes, so be it. Go ahead, love, do it. Do it because you want to. Do it because I am here to care for the household and children so that you do not have to bother with those anymore. Ah.. me the perfect wife.

    I once had a friend whose husband worked full time and studied part time for a degree programme. Now, you must understand, men are not like women. Women are gifted by God to be multitaskers but men are programmed to concentrate on one thing at one time. Only ONE thing at ONE time. So, yes, I had this friend who was a very good and dutiful wife. She is a full time mother, with 3 young children, and she runs her household without any domestic help. I know she loved her husband and being the supportive wife she was, and has always been, she would always make ways for the hubby to study at home in peace and quiet. And what the husband used to do, she had to take over. For example, during weekends, her husband would usually give her time off while he took care of the children and the chores, eg cooking, washing etc. But not anymore when he was pursuing his degree. What free time he had, he crammed up with his studies. Naturally this involved weekends and family time together. After running the household and managing the children 5 days a week, she was now forced to bring them out on her own during weekends as the husband needed to mug. Either that, or the husband would go out to mug and she would stay home. But she preferred having the husband home to mug (hey even I would!). With young children at home, it was almost impossible to mug and so she was forced to bring them out each weekend. Oh the sacrifices she had to make! Finally the day came when the husband obtained his degree and they lived happily ever after.

    I remembered this friend when I was reflecting. And I remembered that if Hubs was meant to further his studies, his would be a Masters, not a degree. Would the sacrifice be greater? Gulp.

    So, during the course of the day, I was actually waiting for Hubs to update me on the part time status. By afternoon, when he didn’t, I nudged him on MSN and asked if he had called the school. Seriously, I was very tempted to call the school on his behalf – but I was simply drowning in work.

    Hubs said he did and unfortunately, there’s no part time course for this programme for the present. Sigh.. what a pity. Already I was mentally prepared for the sacrifices. Part of me was relieved and the other disappointed. Disappointed because I know Hubs wanted to take up the programme and that I know, it would be good for him in the long run.

    I guess God is telling us it is not time yet.

    No Sound

    One night, I was putting Pau2 to sleep. This was at Bedok. As usual, prior to his bedtime, we would both read doa. Imin would be sleeping with Ibu Ros first - I would carry him later to my room.

    Habitually, Pau2 would be tossing here and there and jumping up and down. He thinks the bed is a giant trampoline. That night, he jumped up and down. I was lying down, pretending to be asleep. I closed my eyes but of course, the vigorous movement of the ball.. err boy kept me awake.

    Suddenly, there was stillness. Pau2 stopped moving. I opened my eyes. He looked at me bewilderedly. He was half crouched. In the darkness, our eyes met. His big eyes were like twinkling saucers.

    Then he spoke.

    Pau2: Adik kuntut.

    Pause.

    Pau2: Adik kuntut no sound.

    Pause. Then for assurance that I heard him, he tapped me on the head and said once again.

    Pau2: Adik kuntut, Ibu. Adik kuntut no sound.

    I was already trembling with laughter!

    March 18

    Packed Sat

     
    Today has been like an excursion. Of sorts.
     
    In the morning, we headed to Xpo, or to be specific, the Metro Sale. We took bus and then MRT. Boys enjoyed that. So unlike my time. They find it an adventure whenever we travel via public transport.
     
    I stopped by the Mega Carnival. There's a playfair for the boys. At $2 per ticket. All but two games are 2 tickets per entry. I have two boys. Do the math.
     
    While Hubs attended to the boys, I walked around. So many clothes (to buy!). I succumbed and bought one, at $17.
     
    Next we trodded on to Metro. Shoes Galore! I was in desperate need. Once again, I abandoned the boys to Hubs and scurried over to the shoes department. Oh so many! And the prices to die for. The styles! The colours! All sorts! Now that I am no longer trapped in stockings, I feel liberated! I feel free!! I picked one, then another one, and then another and another and another...
     
    I settled for 3 pairs - one black practical low heel, one blue sexy low heel and one cute purple slipon. Spent less than $35. Ok ape..
     
    We met up with Ibu Ros and stayed a while at the Xpo. Mid afternoon, we headed back to BRV, to freshen up. Close to 6pm, we left BRV for Junction 8. Promised the boys to bring them to the playground on the roof. Supposed to meet Godma there but it didn't quite turn out to be that way.
     
    The boys had fun at the playground. Two hours later, we headed to the new AMK Hub via MRT. Not bad lah that place. Big. The usual shops. Quite crowded too and it was not even fully opened yet.
     
    We were home nearly 10pm. I quickly scrambled some eggs for dinner and we had rice with that. Something's not right with my new rice cooker.. hmm.. the bottom layer got burnt. Anyways, stomach full, boys went to bed. Hubs had thought he had forgotten to bring his token (whatever that is) to BC so he couldn't try his new router (whatever that is). But it turned out that the token had always been in his bag!
     
    So now, I am simultaneously online with him - me in the home studo and him in the living room. Ok lah ha...
    March 16

    Long, Black and Furry

    I am so deadly curious. I think most people are too. But since I am the closet to the target, based on my position for the past 8 hours, I guess my intense curiosity is justified AND magnified. I think the question is playing on everyone's mind, but being the polite, courteous and civilised people we are, of course we keep mum.

    So here I am. I cannot take it any more. Less than 30 minutes before dismissal. I just have to ask:

    WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT THING AROUND YOUR NECK*?

    *It's long, black in colour and it is furry. What is it?!

    We did it!

    Right now I am at my desk, with a game of intense ping pong in my head. Started earlier this morning when I walked in. Started with a dull lull, but now moving onto a rhythm that would make any sports coach proud. Think it was because the lack of sleep last night. I tried to nap in the train ont he way to work, but failed miserably.

    Just received the annual across-the-board increment that the organization promised. Hmm.. not bad. Oklah.. Amin. Thanks to God. But the letter bearing the good news did little to soften each dull thud in my head. Sigh....

    Last night, I was out with Hubs - minus boys. Yippee. Our second date in one month. How lucky can I get now?

    So last night, we caught In Pursuit to Happyness - an alleged inspiring story about Chris Gardner. If you know about that man, or like me who know very little and from what Hubs told me (as he read to me from the Internet while I was ironing much later after the movie), you must agree that this Gardner person is a very courageous man. He dared to defy the norm, to break out of his shell, put all that he had on the line, just to chase after his dream. In one scene, he told his son: Never let anyone tell you 'NO' to anything, not even me.

    Wow .. what a statement. Seriously and frankly, I wouldn't say that to my own sons! I mean, yes, I would definitely encourage them to go all out to reach for their dreams, but I would also tell them that sometimes NO to something is better for someone else, if not for themselves only. I mean, I wouldn't put anyone in jeopardy just to chase my own dream - as what Gardner did, he dragged his son here there and everywhere - even sleeping in toilets and charity homes with strangers. Me? I don't think I will. I'd put their interests ahead of mine before I'd go on pursuing my dreams. Eg, if I were Gardner, I'd let the x-wife take the boy away, if that would mean a better life and a way out of poverty for him. Why must I deny the boy his own pursuit to childhood happyness (pun intended)?

    ANYWAYS .. yeah, that's my take. Good but not great acting, however, the direction does not do justice to Gardner's colourful life.

    Oh by the way, five minutes ago, my colleague was racing across the office, jumping here and there, on her way to the Big Boss' room - apparently, the department that I am working in, and indirectly the organization that I am in, has just received a FULL ACCREDITATION. Those in the healthcare industry, you would know what a very big deal this is. My immediate RO has just emailed this...

    "I am aboslutely THRILLED to let you know that XXXX has awarded the XXXXX - FULL ACCREDITATION! This was possible ONLY because you guys are the BEST. Dr XXXXX was kind enough to call me just a few minutes ago to let us know the council's decision at their meeting which was held today."

    Phew! All these hardwork for the past few months since last year was worth it after all.

    March 11

    Of Divorcees...

     
    I was resting on my bed earlier and I somehow happened to think about this program I saw sometime back. There was this celebrity who was interviewed about finances in the family. This celebrity is presently divorced. I would not mention names here, but this local celeb is quite well-known, having hosted and acted in some big productions. She's very talented, especially in hosting. Small sized but obviously a thinker. Last I heard, she runs an acting school of sorts for young children.
     
    Anyways, I remembered in that interview, she was grousing about her finances in her marriage which eventually led to the divorce. She said that her x husband had not contributed much to the household, to the effect that her fridge was always - in her exact words - 'botak'. She claimed she only asked for $200 per month for grocery shopping, an amount she felt was justified. However, apparently the husband did not comply and she had had no choice but to ask for a divorce.
     
    Oh, I forgot to mention - she had a young child at that time, I believe just under 5 years old, or even younger.
     
    So, why did I bring this up? Thing is, I was lying on my bed, looking at Hubs getting ready to go off to Suntec for that IT show. I was just looking at him and thinking how lucky I was to have such a person for a life partner. Of how I could not imagine life without him, especially now that he is the father of my two balls .. I mean, boys. If death were to set us apart, how can I go on (so now you know why am I always stressed - I am always thinking of something that I cannot control!)? Then next, would I never give him up VOLUNTARILY?
     
    Now, who would give up her other half voluntarily, like in divorce, especially when there's young children involved? Imagine the decisions in the future you have to take ALONE where the child is concerned - school, health etc.
     
    Wow.. that brought my mind to that local celeb. She must have gone through such torturous period in her marriage that she had to come to such a painful decision - to ask for a divorce and to bring her child on her own. As a mother, I can understand the anguish and undecisiveness she was going through before the ultimate decision to divorce.
     
    All I can conclude, she must have been a very strong woman.
     
    And me? A very lucky one to have Hubs by my side.
     
    Thank you, God.