Random Update

So up until now i still love my Lamy pen, Gilmore girls and my treo (windows version).

My voice however has suddenly disappeared (but the strange thing is, i'm not having any flu symtoms). Like major disappeared. I sound like Tina Turner on a bad day now. Actually i don't really know what she'll sound like on a bad day but i can only imagine.

apparently not

so apparently my car rear door is out of whack. to the untrained eye, it looks fine. But after going to the agent for a quotation, i was told and also shown - how not ok it actually is.

so the thing is i have to replace the door. and my bumper has dropped a little too. the question now is : do i compromise safety and get it fixed outside (which would prolly be just some cosmetic work done) or do i get my whole door replaced because its really out of shape already. i think the answer is pretty clear. and i don't wanna have to hurt anyone by having my car door drop out while im driving halfway out on the road. too many risks involved.

but how do i do it without feeling bad for the other car owner who eventually has to pay. sigh.

dirty morning job

and it was oh so refreshing shooting an assignment with actual photo oppotunities; making it all worth waking up at 5am for. Plus my buddy Bryan was there to lighten the mood altogether. My shoes are muddy and so are my car tires making it look like an actual off-road vehicle for once. I guess this is as close as i'll get to going off-road for awhile. heh

and then...

scene: Jimny and Swift wait at a traffic light; which then turns green and cars start to move off from a complete stop... moving very very slowly. Car infront of jimny then stops (but not suddenly) and Jimny reacts accordingly, stopping. At this point Jimny driver (maye) check rear view mirror to see image of swift behind GROWING larger and larger. Simultaneously Jimny driver's (Maye) eyes open bigger and bigger. BANG!! baby nate in car frets a little from the shock... cry cry cry (only 3 times like how its written). then continues to suck fingers and falls right back to sleep again while Jimny and Swift turn into the SPC kiosk next to them to exchange digits and details. Thank God nothing happened and everyone including Swift owner is safe, and for the owner of the Swift to be so honest and nice to admit that she was in the wrong. And thank goodness Jimny is like a mini tank so little damage was done but my rear door is a little heavier now. Checks will have to be done tomorrow.

excuses excuses

Plead guilty!

yes that is what i need right now for some very unappropriate behaviour of late.

I have done something very very very unlike me. You know that phrase about how motherhood makes you do weird things and sets you into a state of temporary-insanity? Yes. Very very very o very true.

ok.

i submitted Nate into a photo competition. It's not even funny.

in not just one category but TWO! TWOOO!!

I'm so embarrased i have to type this in the smallest font available so i can imagine im not really typing this.

click on image to go to voting centre to vote for this image

yes so there you have it.

I did the thing i swore i would never do to my child and you know the funny thing is, i'm getting sucked more and more into it. And you know another secret? I'm not going to tell you that a woman who's name sounds a lot like Hey-E is actually exploiting her child in this competition. "It's all about the photography" she exclaimed. "Just happened that (name that sounds a lot like Gate) was a willing victim and modelled for me" she exclaimed again.

A mother kind of sport this is however starting to feel a lot like a sport. there is the participation and then the anticipation. The action and then the reaction. And I actually am getting very stressed about it. Stressed in the KAN CHEONG way. wah lau eh. I actually found myself clicking on the TOP 3 photos to date button and actually get so excited when (his name sounds like Gate again) is in there.

Lessons Learnt and Promises Made

Ok so the thing is:

1) I shall refrain from taking part in anymore of these mindless competitions

2) Results from these competitions are non accurate (it depends on how many friends you have and your bribing power)

3) Nate shall not take part in any Competitive Sailing competitions in future no matter how much i hold the sport dear to my heart (and spent all my life doing) because:

4) I shall soon die of a heart-attack if i do not follow rules 1, 2, 3. So in the mean time, i'm sure this Hey-E will be so pleased if you show some love and vote for a baby who's name sounds like "Gate" so that we can stand our chance at winning a trip to disneyland in a lucky draw to fulfill Hey-E's non-existant childhood dream of seeing Mickey Mouse and telling him what a gay voice he has in person!

click on image to go to voting centre to vote for this image

short cuts

darren and i after a cut(him) and a wash(i)

now i know why tai tais always have their hair so big and set.

they can afford to pay $18 for a hair wash and blow dry Everyday.

(i always thought they had some super special machines at home for them to stick their heads into)

retail theraphy

hello lamy pen

i spent too much unecessary money today.

and don't tell my husband that.

i guess that's what'll happen to a maye-e when you put her at home for a week nursing a sick baby and then release her from motherly duties and work.

did i mention i have a thing for stationary and umbrellas?

i bought an umbrella too.

not just any umbrella but an umbrella umbrella which is bigger than a small foldable one but smaller than the normal walking stick ones. It cost too much but it is self collapsable with just a push of a button and is beautiful. must be inspired by all that rain too.

As for the Lamy, i just felt nostalgic all of a sudden remembering the time when my dad bought me my first fountain pen when i was 9.

I miss that pen.

so. yes. ironically i'm now penning down my thoughts with my fingers.

Lifeline

this scene reminded me of the Umbillical cord which is the main lifeline that attatches the mother's placenta to her foetus; keeping it alive.

Right now, Nate pretty much needs this airtube which attatches onto a vapouriser so that he can inhale his medications, opening his lungs, making it easier for him to breathe.

as they say in Thailand:

"same same; but different"

(;

they went; they saw; they bought

the street down the lane where our place sits Here's a peek at what looks to me like our new house, actually dad's new house.

the front porch

looking down 3 storeys into the air-well

yes seeing that our great old Green Meadows condominum is going on sale; we will have to leave this place after building 21 years of memories to start new ones at Springside Place later this year. Wow. 21 years, that's 2 decades, that's like all my life (well almost).

smoking in the boyz room

tigger and gang are climbing on my head while i treat nate at the clinic today. apparently they think its funny and actually it looks kinda funny. It's my hubby's photographic humour.

nope, i'm not talking about that song by Motley Crue but Nate started on the nabulizer today.

i'm a little disappointed that he's started on Pulmicort, Ventolin and Atrovent - all of which I take cause i'm asthmatic. I am 27 years older than he is. So for a 4 month old to be using such drugs... I dunno man. Something's not right. But i guess i'll have to do whatever to get him better. Plus the dosage of Augmentin, an anti-biotic, Rhinothiol 2 % for cough and cold and Zyrtec (banana flavoured) an antihistemin for runny nose.

I'm running out of fingers counting the amount of medication and yes i know, it could have been a lot worse. So i'm kinda tied up right now. So pardon the lack of updates on the blog (i have so many things to wanna write about but i have no time or energy to pen down anymore thoughts at the moment) I'll however put up more pics and update nate's visit to the doctor's today where he nearly got hospitalised so that they can administer anti-biotics via needles. I miss you all.