Charsiew's Words on 13 Dec 2009

When we are too free, we think of things like these:

(A) Boy's name is Evan Kai Yang Bin Ismadi.

So, his kids will have names ending with Bte or Bin Evan

I told hubby not likely he will choose a typical Malay name for his children. Assuming he chooses an English name like "Claris" for a girl, his daughter's name will be:

Claris Bte Evan

Maybe he decides to drop "Bte".

The name will thus be Claris Evan.

So I told BABY his next generation will become ang moh pai... :-D

(B) What In laws' brought for BABY during the parents' visiting day in BMT were Nasi minyak, ayam mesak merah.

What I will bring for Evan is soup, herbal cooling tea, white rice, sesame oil chicken, tofu and broccoli. Almost similar to what my mother brought for my brothers during their army days.

(C) Maybe Evan will not come home so often after he gets married. But I hope he will remember the nice soup I boil and think of me more often.

..... and he's only 3. I think too much.

Charsiew's Words on 10 Dec 2009

Fire Drill Fire Drill!!

So excited, we had a fire drill this morning. The last time I had one was during secondary school days.

Apparently, boss didn't seem to know there was supposed to be a drill, though email was sent, notice was put up.

At the assembly area, he asked me "is this a drill?"

Boss never read email, it's ok one. Reason being they have more important emails to read.

If I never read leh, sure kena shoot to "hor lan".

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Ban Ban Ban!!!

You know sometimes I try to be proper, eat halal food.

Today, went to this seldom patronize coffee shop. Told the macik:

"Nasi sedikit, makan"

Ordered sotong (sliced), ayam masak merah (one small drum), spinach.

Macik said $5.00.

HEY, I do patronise other Malay stalls and this is NOT cheap ok?

Or maybe I am Chinese, need to surcharge?

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Curly Rainbow

Few nights ago, dreamt I was in Toa Payoh Central, Father next to me.

We saw this rainbow, not in the usual arc shape, but a bit curl. Colours were so clear.

Told Father it was so nice, he agreed and smile.

Dreams can be so real sometimes.

I am beginning to think again I didn't do my best to take care of him when he was around.

Charsiew's Words on 6 Dec 2009

A Wedding. A Birthday Party

Saturday night, we attended a rather unusual Malay wedding.

Bride is a friend of mine, whom I knew in the gym I used to join.

Food was not very typical type of Malay wedding food...bride's bridal baju though Malay style, came with a train and she simply looked very stunning... very "star".

There was a live band and the singer sang a mix of English and Malay songs. Even the Malay songs were good though I don't understand... they just sounded so lomantic and not those yelling yelling type of Malay songs ... hahaha... it just felt so right, BABY and me enjoyed it a lot.

Sorry, I don't have photos to show and I really regret not taking photos.

A few achievements today:

- drove the kids to Hume Ave for Jean's birthday party.
- became party photographer last minute.

Jean's party is Princess theme...





Thanks Jen, the kids enjoyed a lot.

Charsiew's Words on 2 Dec 2009

BABY brought kids to MIL's place in the afternoon.

MIL asked hubby to let the kids eat the crackers on the dining table.

Hubby denied 'coz kids still coughing a bit.

MIL said we restrict our kids to eat tidbits, but they still cough. Asked hubby to look at his toddler nephew, whom MIL takes care... (indirectly telling us that boy eats anything, but still not as problematic as our child).

Come on, don't pass this kind of remarks lor. Her grandson can eat curry potato or even go without proper meal, it's perfectly fine for them, but this is not the way we want our children to be.

As to why they cough, I thought this is normal. Her grandson is lucky maybe he has a stronger body... won't kena cold after washing his backside in the kitchen sink.

Me different. Wrap the kids here and there after shower/swimming...different way of bringing up a child mah.

A bit TL.

I wished my MIL can read this man.

Charsiew's Words on 1 Dec 2009

Boss and Me

Our relationship can be described as stage 1 cancer... dying but not soon... and maybe still have some hope but won't be for long.

Just before my Tokyo trip, I was very fed up with him. Perseverance goes on, work goes on, how to find a worker like me? :-)

Yesterday over lunch, colleagues and me were chatting boss is not someone who treasures relationship with employees, ex-employees. There will be no contact after I leave.

On the way back home, it came to my mind that in my life, besides father, BABY, brothers, male friend, he is another opposite sex who witnessed a large part of my life during a span of 13 years: broke up with old flame, got degree, pak tor with malai zai, father passed away ("white gold" given by him was pretty huge), married, miscarriage, house-warming in our new flat, pregnant and gave birth, pregnant and gave birth...

After the not very pleasant incident mentioned earlier, I swear no way I will be bothered to remember him in future.

But after what I realised, perhaps it's good to retain selected memories of him until such a day my memory lapse.