tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50719631440927161542024-03-06T14:22:16.312+08:00The Family RoomEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.comBlogger227125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-92025347907959641852012-12-11T00:29:00.001+08:002012-12-11T19:40:25.479+08:00I moved (again).<br /><br /><center><a href='http://sooddlydreamlike.blogspot.sg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/12/10/s_1055.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='90' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I wanted it to be perfect before announcing to the whole wide world but one can just be a person and do things bit by bit.<br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-40054580018973664132012-10-16T13:20:00.001+08:002012-10-16T13:20:49.459+08:00Good restI've not really been busy to the extent that I can't write. I just wanted to rest. And it was good rest.<br /><br />All the time I had went to spending more time with Daddy and the little girl. We got out to sun ourselves on most weekends even if it's just to get some cheese at a cheese place that closed down or just my mom's place.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/15/3646.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/15/s_3646.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />The little girl loves to be out although she is not immediately sociable. I'd like to think that <i>her love for mummy and daddy is too profound</i>.<br /><br />We managed to pack and fit all of the little girl's new clothing (which I lugged all the way back from US) into 2 tiny square cabinet. Major achievement.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/15/3647.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/15/s_3647.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We've gotten the photos from our pre-wedding shoot. I think we made some pretty bad decisions during photo selection but it's nothing that would kill us. It's US afterall, how bad can it be (haha)? Just that, to me, the photos are boring. Totally the type I was trying to avoid.<br /><br />Next, I'd need to spend time on the wedding and the little Girl's party arrangements. Be fun but busy.<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-48810175196357954892012-09-19T00:44:00.001+08:002012-09-19T00:44:49.681+08:00Guess how much I love youWriting this on a connecting flight I've been on for 5 hour or more now. Time passes pretty quickly actually, except that there are too many things to do, I need to sleep more.<br /><br />Missing the little girl.<br /><i>Terribly</i>.<br /><br />Hopefully, she doesn't miss me as much. I don't want her to feel as terrible as I do now.<br /><br />It's about 8.30pm in Singapore now. About the time I would be home for our daily personal time together before sleeping. I hope Daddy's home and doing that in my place, telling her how much she is loved.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/18/1413.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/18/s_1413.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I have so many photos of her in my phone, I can look at it anytime I want to. But she won't have many of me because I'm always the photographer. And I forgot the video I was going to make for her to cheer her up, just in case she missed me too. <br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-27356207614322060022012-08-31T16:27:00.001+08:002012-08-31T16:49:08.533+08:00The best steak you can ever get at a hawker centre<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/31/162.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/31/s_162.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='318' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />They serve it sizzling hot. It smelt so good that other patrons were turning their head when the stall helper sent it to me. #truestory<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/31/130.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/31/s_130.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Here it is.. Thick, juicy steak in black pepper sauce. <br /><br />Honestly, trumps Aston's, Jack's place and some other fancy restaurants I've been to.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/31/131.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/31/s_131.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I ordered it medium and it was cooked to perfection. Outer layer was well done but not dry and the inner layer was not undercooked yet moist. Had to take a cross section picture!<br /><br />To me, one of the best part of a steak is the fatty bits. Melted in my mouth. Not oily, just fatty if you know what I mean. I feel sad each time I hear of people removing the fatty bits, I mean, why eat a steak if you're health conscious? Go get some greens...<br /><br />Priced at $9, it is worth every single cent in my opinion. So glad I discovered it by accident!<br /><br />Where to get this:<br />Western Food<br />Blk 138<br />Tampines Street 11<br />Singapore 511138.<br /><br /><i>This is not a paid review, all opinions are my own.</i><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-19432492739765528342012-08-30T18:53:00.001+08:002012-08-30T22:43:44.006+08:00Some toys were made for the parents<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/30/912.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/30/s_912.jpg' border='0' width='229' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The little girl's got a new toy.. Stackable rings from Fisher Price, supposed to be appropriate for 6months and up.<br /><br />The rings are made of lightweight soft plastic material but the base of the toy and the top ring are made of hard plastic. <br /><br />At 9 months old, it the concept of pain hasn't sunk in for my kiddo. She loves to test the toys on her head. <i>Ouch!</i><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/30/405.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/30/s_405.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='273' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Not cool, Fisher Price!<br /><br />No love for the base but<I> we</i>love everything else about the toy. The rings are made of soft and sturdy plastic that doesn't hurt when JoyJoy used it to hit me. Looks like they will last for some time.<br /><br />Super entertaining to play a game of "see who gets the ring faster" (try it!). We kept on pilling the rings on JoyJoy whilst she kept on removing them, each time faster than the last.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/30/917.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/30/s_917.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />She was annoyed, look at that face! But all she got was more rings..Bad Daddy!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/30/406.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/30/s_406.jpg' border='0' width='347' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Eventually she kinda found it entertaining too and oh boy, I couldn't stop her! She chuckled and she chuckled...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/30/407.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/30/s_407.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-14391745639282263482012-08-22T22:29:00.001+08:002012-08-22T22:29:43.340+08:00Story of the bean pillow funLast weekend, Daddy was charged to entertain the little girl whilst I packed the wardrobe.<br /><br />I was listening to their (one sided) conversation whilst sorting our clothing, back facing the kids when a bean pillow whizzed past my ear and dropped to the floor, narrowly missed hitting my head.<br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/22/1049.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/22/s_1049.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='199' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Before I could turn around or comment, I heard Daddy say: "JoyJoy! Why did you throw the pillow at Mummy!"<br /><br />In the interest of fun, I threw it back to the bed and I heard laughter from Daddy. He told the little girl:" Isn't it fun! you throw the bean bean and WHEEEE... it comes back to us!"<br /><br />The next thing I know, a bean pillow hit me on the head... followed by more laughter.<br /><br />This to and fro happened a few times before I decided that <del>Daddy</del> the kids had enough fun. I stopped throwing the bean pillow back and ignored all pleas to throw the bean pillow back.<br /><br />After a moment of silence, Mr Naruto whizz pass my ear and landed at my feet.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/22/1050.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/22/s_1050.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Looks like the kids <i>really</i> want to play.<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-73157265467161611342012-08-20T02:33:00.001+08:002012-08-22T01:47:40.007+08:00That mad little thing called loveYesterday was not the best day. Bedtime was also unusually difficult.<br /><br />But for this:<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/19/2218.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/19/s_2218.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You can't see anything?<br /><a name='more'></a><br />I can. <br />I can even feel it. <br />And I can <i>smell</i> it.<br /><br />My little girl, sleeping on her back in bed, with one leg over my thigh and one arm right beside mine, warm little hand holding my warm big one.<br /><br />She smelt heavenly, snuggled close to me and made a little purr. I kissed her face, I stroked her hair and rubbed her back. She entrusts herself to me and slept even better knowing that I'm right beside her.<br /><br />I feel like my whole world<br />is here in the room now. I love her so much, I'm gritting my teeth.<br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-15551979357113730652012-08-18T22:51:00.001+08:002012-08-22T22:35:09.056+08:00Memoirs of the fun showersSometimes, Daddy and I bathe JoyJoy using the showerhead. One of us would carry her in the shower while the other soap her and clean her.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/21/426.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/21/s_426.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br />Not the best use of water but the little girl loves it. She would giggle and keep on turning her head towards the direction of the water.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/22/1055.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/22/s_1055.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Each time she is bathed in the shower, she would also reach out one hand to catch some water before putting that hand or some of her fingers in her mouth to drink the water.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/21/434.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/21/s_434.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Recently, we caught her stretching her head towards the water to catch some with her tongue for drinking.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/21/447.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/21/s_447.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I find it beautiful to watch.<br />My little human feeling things instinctively and reaching out instinctively.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/22/1061.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/22/s_1061.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-86609357865666627182012-08-15T09:50:00.001+08:002012-08-21T18:40:14.663+08:00Wordless Wednesdays: My little turtle<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/14/3253.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/14/s_3253.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='241' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><i>"I'll see you next week and I promise we are going to have the fastest turtle in the history of turtles." - Rob Dyrek</i><br /><br />Linking up to:<br /><a href="http://sakuraharuka.blogspot.com/search/label/wordless%20wednesday"><img border="0" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee421/aisakuraharuka/Sakura%20Haruka/button150ww.jpg"/></a><br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-39213473405174680202012-08-11T14:44:00.001+08:002012-08-11T14:44:43.788+08:00Rest<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/10/4191.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/10/s_4191.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Everything in our universe comes to a standstill when the baby sleeps. The rise and fall of her chest is the only movement I am concerned about.<br /><br />The sweet baby scent is intoxicating.<br /><br />My eyes feel heavy now.<br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-2751320440718298722012-08-10T22:29:00.001+08:002012-08-22T22:37:25.204+08:00Fun<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/10/1133.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/10/s_1133.jpg' border='0' width='365' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Fun is when you play with what really interests you. <br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/22/1081.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/22/s_1081.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Even if it's the backside of a cow plush, rather than its front.<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-76191346898066524392012-08-10T01:02:00.001+08:002012-08-10T01:02:48.441+08:00Night-time mothering<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/1399.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_1399.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> It was close to pitch dark when Daddy took this photo last night.<br /><br />All I need to do when she fusses at night is to hold her. The soft, sweet smelling baby just drops back to sleep.<br /><br />Love.<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-48834823315204490512012-08-10T00:06:00.001+08:002012-08-11T13:49:26.947+08:00Try, MummyThe little girl has taught me a thing or two in the course of her growing up. One of what I've learnt is that I've forgotten many things. Like the joy of a simple act.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/10/1511.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/10/s_1511.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='315' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Recently, the little girl has discovered that she can feel things with her tongue stuck out.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/10/1512.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/10/s_1512.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />"Try mummy, try tasting the wind." said she.<br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-35081447992096603882012-08-09T21:40:00.001+08:002012-08-09T21:40:42.532+08:00Results of the Fleuristes Jewelries giveaway!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/645.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_645.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='148' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />This is the results of the giveaway sponsored by<a target="_blank" href="www.fleuristesjewelries.com">Fleuristes Jewelries</a>, the winner was picked randomly by JoyJoy. (Feel free to check out their FB page <a target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fleuristes-Jewelries/245829622107981">here</a>)!.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/646.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_646.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='267' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/647.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_647.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Congrats to Ai Sakura!<br /><br />Please drop an email to fleuristesjewelries@yahoo.com with details of your favourite piece, your address and contact number to claim your prize!<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-87676429409780015382012-08-07T00:01:00.001+08:002012-08-09T23:07:40.585+08:00We've been shotLike finally.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/939.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_939.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='267' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/940.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_940.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I went for 2 fitting sessions to pick the gowns. There were so many beautiful ones I had a hard time choosing.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/941.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_941.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Daddy wore 2 different suits to match my gowns. I like him in black shirt with his suits.<br /><br />Daddy and I worked on the props for the shoot just the night before, using A3 colored printouts and recycled cardboard cutouts of the condo brochures we had from visiting one too many showrooms in the past.<br /><br />We initially tried using cardboard from an unwanted box which a Daiso staff gave me but it was too thick and difficult to shape.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/942.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_942.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Quite happy with the eventual results.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/943.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_943.jpg' border='0' width='324' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We expected to squabble but didn't at all the whole day. I thought I would be bridezilla but turned out we were pretty relaxed throughout the shoot even though some things did turn out unexpectedly. I think parenthood gets you used to the unexpected. So proud of us.<br /><br />Breastfeeding and nubra do not go well together. We contemplated getting 2 nubras for me to change into, since I'd most probably need them on our wedding day as well but I decided to hold the purchase for now. End up, I only used the nubra until after I pumped for the afternoon. Worked out alright for me since i only needed to wear the revealing gowns in the afternoon.<br /><br />My impression of the photographer was <i>really</i> bad during the discussion session I had with him just a few days before our shoot. He was not very polite. During our shoot however, we got to know him and realized that other than not knowing how to speak well sometimes, he's actually a nice chap. And oh boy, he worked really hard for us. <br /><br />My stylist was quite good as well. I didn't quite like the styling for the red gown but I was too tired to comment. Other than that, she was good with the make up.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/09/944.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/09/s_944.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Can't wait for photo selection day! Our package comes with 36 free poses, I'm just afraid that Daddy will pick like 20 or 30 photos, all with the little girl. <br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-20239137057594337302012-08-04T03:25:00.000+08:002012-08-04T14:18:54.263+08:00Loving My Spot: Bishan + A giveaway!Raised in <a href="http://theplayfulparents.com/2012/07/loving-my-spot-tampines-the-terrific-blog-hop/" target="_blank">Terrific Tampines</a>, I love everything about the place except the long traveling times to other locations. I could be biased but I think that air in the East is fresher, you can find the bestest foods in the East and people of the East are more Kampung, as in friendly and neighborly.
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Not forgetting the train infrastructure. The circle line is a lifesaver! And it is a breeze to get around to wherever I usually need to go whenever Daddy is not around to chauffeur me. No sweat.
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This convenience translates to having easy access to good food, entertainment, family and friends living in different locations and not forgetting more sleep in the mornings!
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<b>Bishan North Shopping Mall</b>
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Pet shops. Dental clinics. Wet market. Optical shops. Watch shop. Laundry shop. GP clinics. Medicinal halls. Fresh fruit stalls. Hairdressers. Beauty salons. Florist. Eating houses. Grocer. Bakeries. Cheers. Watsons. AXS machine. POSB ATM. OCBC ATM and a 24 hour NTUC<br />
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I love the Zi Char at one of the eating house within Bishan North Shopping Mall. They serve the usual dishes like prawn paste friend chicken, sambal kang kong, sweet & sour pork, steamed cod fish, fu rong egg but the taste.. the TASTE... is love.<br />
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<b>Cheap groceries that aren't expiring</b>
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Located within the Bishan north shopping mall, this supermarket is highly highly recommended by the MIL for groceries at surprising prices. I asked her if the groceries are usually near their expiry date and she said no! The seasonal fruits and vegetables they sell are fresh too.
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There are countless education / tuition centers ( I counted 10 just within Bishan North Shopping Mall alone) around Bishan Good for parents who believe in enrichment classes!<br />
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<b>Bishan-Toa Payoh North Wood ball course</b>
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When I first saw it, I was very intrigued at the sight of this woodball course located by the Bishan North Shopping Mall. I've never heard about woodball (sua gu!) before this and curiosity killed the cat, I consulted wikipedia and <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woodball" target="_blank">this is what I learnt</a>.<br />
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<strong>Donation Drop Off Point</strong><br />
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I love it that we have a Salvation Army donation drop off point in our neighborhood. We've donated many a Micky mouse t-shirt (which Daddy used to collect) as well as other clothing items in very good condition, happy that they can be put to good use instead of sitting in our wardrobe.<br />
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<b>The Ice-cream Man</b>
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This ice-cream man comes around often. When we hear his bell, we grab spare change and pop down for some good old traditional ice-cream.
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He makes us happy each time he comes. The process of choosing flavours, choosing between bread or wafer and just watching the ice-cream man prepare our ice-cream makes us feel like children all over again.
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<b>Macdonalds at my backyard</b>
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During my maternity leave, I was stuck at home almost every single day (long story). On very rare days when I got to go out for a breather, it was bliss to be able to retreat in this peaceful oasis and get to eat my favorite junk foods. I remember returning home a very contended person, things like this make me happy.
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I was purely attracted by the design of our library in Bishan. Just look at the colored glass reading corners! Driven by my curiosity on what it would be like to sit in one of these reading sanctuaries and devour a book, I went to the library and spent more time than I planned exploring the place.<br />
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To my surprise, there were more such colored glass reading corners in the library. Good for those who prefer not to bask in the sunlight at those reading corners.
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This is how the sunlight facing colored glass reading corners look like from the inside.
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There is also a Children's Collection section within the Bishan Library located at one of the basement levels. I went down and read many a children's book, dreaming about the day when the little girl would grow up enough for me to take her on library trips.<br />
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I was surprised to come across a project room within the library. It is well located at a corner of the library and, I believe, intended to be used by library patrons for discussions. Quiet and conducive , I love it and wished we had such facilities when I was still studying.<br />
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Don't know about you but when I do have CPF matters to settle, it irks me to have to wake up early in the morning on a Saturday to queue up for service in the CBD area.<br />
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They recently revamped their nursing rooms and this one located at B1 made me go whoa...and next thing you know,
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Nursing in public was easy for me when the little girl was little-er. Now that she is a big baby, she objects to nursing under a nursing cover and I appreciate a good nursing room greatly.
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So far, I love the nursing room at Somerset 313 best (it's like mummy heaven except for the creepy crawlies) but this comes a close second and I'm very glad it is so near home!
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The little girl's PD is Dr Oh Meng Choo from the Kidz Clinic @ Bishan. I major love her for many reasons and have learnt a lot from Dr Oh on breastfeeding, nutrition for the little girl and you can really ask her anything under the sun.
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I'm seeing her this morning for JoyJoy's vaccination.. See if I can get some photos of her clinic!<br />
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When mummies of school-going children talk about Bishan, they inevitably talk about the good schools located here.
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<b>Bishan-Ang Mo Kio Park</b>
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Boy oh boy! This place is a gem! I was going to write about it but I realized with delight that Steph Tan of <a href="http://aphotoadayproject.blogspot.sg/" target="_blank">Steph Tan Photography </a> will be writing about it. So I'll leave it to her to show you around.
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I haven't been to some parts of Bishan yet.. like the golf course and the prawning place. They sound promising!<br />
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Because this is the first time i'm participating in a blog train, I asked the lovely owner of <a href="http://www.fleuristesjewelries.com/?m=1" target="_blank">Fleuristes Jewelry</a> if she would let one of my readers own a creation of his / her choice and she said YES!
The winner of this giveaway can pick <u>any</u> unsold piece of jewelry that he / she fancies!
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Her jewelry pieces are all lovingly crafted by hand. I bought one of her pieces with my own money and love it so much! No doubt that the giveaway winner will enjoy the prize :)
Results will be announced on National Day!
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All you have to do to participate in this give away is to leave me a comment and I'll get the little girl to pick a random winner!
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Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Fleuristes Jewelry and I have not received any compensation whatsoever for this.
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This post is part of a blog train hosted by Sarah of <a href="http://theplayfulparents.com/" target="_blank">The Playful Parents</a> in celebration of Singapore's 47th birthday. Hop over to Sarah's to find out what <a href="http://theplayfulparents.com/2012/07/loving-my-spot-blog-party-map/">18 other fabulous mummy bloggers love about their spot</a>!
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Tomorrow, Adora of the <a href="http://www.gingerbreadmum.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Gingerbread Mom</a> brings you around Telok Kurau (Katong) for more loving!
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Adora is mum to Poppy, 4, and Calla, 3 months. She tackles meal-time mayhem, kitchen disasters and playground politics on a daily basis. In between breaths, she writes for parenting magazines on a freelance basis and runs a crafts-for-kids business. She enjoys cheap chocolate, smelling her baby’s neck, and would really like a good night’s sleep.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-68826145217968945472012-08-02T01:01:00.001+08:002012-08-02T01:04:00.361+08:00JoyJoy 1, Daddy 0One morning I was playing with the little girl in bed when I needed to pee all of a sudden. I told Daddy to watch the baby. "I'll be back soon!" I said.<br /><br />Whilst in the toilet I wondered what was happening outside. It was strangely quiet. "Why is Daddy not talking to JoyJoy?" "Why is JoyJoy not talking to herself?"...I'm not really used to silence since we had the little girl.<br /><br />I searched my memory bank and this image came up:<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/01/1527.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/01/s_1527.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The last time I asked him to watch the baby.<br /><br />The more I thought about it, the more worried I got, since JoyJoy now flips at the speed of lightening (I might be exaggerating just a <i>tiny</i> bit).. was Daddy doing a good job at looking after the little girl? And, <i>gasps</i>, could he be sleeping?<br /><br />Curiosity got the better of me and I ,<i>ahem</i>, rushed nature along. Guess what I saw when stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom....<br /><a name='more'></a><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/01/1528.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/01/s_1528.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />In that few minutes I was away, our energizer bunny had worn out her Daddy. This was the best way he could think of to cope.<br /><br />Kinda makes me wonder what he would do when the little girl starts to sit / crawl / stand / walk on her own ...<br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-1097154714072654152012-08-01T10:09:00.001+08:002012-08-01T10:09:14.137+08:00Mummy burnoutIn the past 2 weeks, my days went like this...<br /><br />Friday: Very sick. Out of office. Had to look after the little girl anyway just because I was home.<br /><br />Saturday: Very very sick. MIL went to JB, FIL went for his walks. The dutiful son was also summoned to send the PIL to JB for their trips and he had RT in the evening so a sleep deprived Daddy wasn't able to help. <br /><br />I raised the white flag and brought the little girl over to my parent's place. It helped a little although she hadn't seen them for some time and cried if they took care of her for more than 10 minutes without me.<br /><br />I got slightly better after that and just when I thought we were <br /><br />Sunday: Very sick. Looked after the little girl on my own. Daddy was beginning to fall sick too.<br /><br />Monday: Sick. Worked from the office. Had back to back calls and used my hoarse voice until it finally decided to die on me. Also well and truly frozen because the aircon was faulty.<br /><br />Tuesday: Very sick. Out of office. Got better after I had 2 precious hours of sleep in the day although I still had to take care of the little girl. But then at night, just when I thought we were coming out of the rut, she had the consecutive attacks and we hanged out at A&E till late. Daddy was sick too.<br /><br />Wednesday: Very sick. Worked from home. Took time to settle the little girl in between whilst chasing after my nose. Daddy's condition got worse as well. This was the day I needed to be back in office the most because of very important calls the next day. Hardly had time for food / nature's call.<br /><br />Thursday Very sick. Worked from home intensively. I had 2 very very important calls (my head might roll if things were<br />messed up). Squeeeeeezed time to take care of the little girl. Daddy was still sick. Hardly had time for food / nature's call.<br /><br />Friday: Sick. The neurologist visit took our day. The little girl was over tired and very fussy. I was entirely spent by evening.<br /><br />Saturday: Sick. Looked after the little girl on my own. Cooked for her, nursed her and took on all the mummy duties although it was Daddy's turn to do breakfast duty this week.<br />Sunday: Sick. Birthday but same as Saturday. I had a great day.<br /><br />Monday: PIL came back from JB early in the morning and claimed that they were sick (actually tired). Worked from home and took care of the little girl in between. Hardly had time for food / nature's call.<br /><br />Tuesday: Sick but things got better and we're almost back to normal.<br /><br />I felt like I was threading on a line. Just a little off balance, I should be on my way down to an abyss. It might be a good thing, I can finally close my eyes and get some rest before I hit ground and break into pieces.<br /><br />It was tough.<br /><br />I had to decide when to take care of the little girl, take care of Daddy, being responsible for my duties at work and answering to the asia pacific sales team + a very demanding boss and take care of myself.<br /><br />I've learnt that you will survive such times because when the crunch comes, you have little choice. Just have to do what you have to do, clench your teeth and tide it over.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-42467137634205083492012-07-30T00:02:00.001+08:002012-08-04T13:45:51.364+08:00I had a great day because..(1) This little imp only had 4 <a href="http://thefamilyrooom.blogspot.sg/2012/07/the-neurologist-said.html" target="_blank">attacks</a> today, compared to 12 yesterday.<br />
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(2) I sent Daddy on an expedition to the supermarket for 3 tomatoes, 1 sweet corn, 1 organic carrot, 1 organic potato and he managed to return home with 5 tomatoes.<br />
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(3) The little girl knows kungfu. I was washing up after her breakfast when I heard cries from the room. I checked and realized they were made by Daddy.<br />
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(4) Daddy decided where we would go for dinner although I had to order in the end because there were too many options for him to handle. Dinner was good and relatively cheap.<br />
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(5) I didn't give up the idea of getting out for a dinner due to sheer exhaustion from taking care of the little imp who (clearly) had more energy than Daddy and I combined.<br />
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(7) The sister in law got me a brownie surprise.<br />
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(8) 56 people wanted me to have a happy birthday.<br />
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(9) I chanced upon <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/expresident/pictures-that-will-restore-your-faith-in-humanity?s=mobile" target="_blank">21 photos that restored my faith in humanity</a>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-13369714117500471662012-07-29T02:42:00.001+08:002012-07-29T07:53:54.122+08:00Woo, it's my birthdayThe little girl has a habit of going "woo" in the cutest way before she opens her mouth and take a big bite of my breast. It is so endearing, I smile to myself whenever I think about it.<br />Daddy is similarly smitten when the little girl does that.<br /><br />Just after the clock struck 12 today, I went "woo" I want to watch this DVD. And then "woo" I want to eat sea salt potato chips. And then "woo" I'm thirsty. And then "woo" I can't finish. And "woo" I'm thirsty.<br /><br />when he ignored me, I went "woo" it's my birthday. <br /><br />Daddy says.. this must be my longest birthday ever. I told him that that was just the beginning of my birthday.<br /><br />When we were done with the DVD and I retreated into the coolness of our room, I saw this:<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/28/2347.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/28/s_2347.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />which you can't really see.<br /><br />It put a huge grin on my face and I felt my heart swell up until it felt like it was going to burst.<br /><br />Here's how it looks like, heavily edited:<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/28/2354.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/28/s_2354.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I've received the best birthday present. Ever.<br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-68478947881983106232012-07-28T10:26:00.001+08:002012-07-28T10:26:25.925+08:00The neurologist said..that the little girl's probably having what they call shudder attacks which she is likely to outgrow. That being said, they are concerned that some parts of her attacks resembles fits, although other parts are totally uncharacteristic of fits. <br /><br />So I heaved a sigh of relieve only to suck it all in again.<br /><br />To be reasonably sure of their diagnosis, we need to monitor the little girl over a 4-6 week period and note down:<br /><br />(1) Time of the attacks<br />(2) How long they last<br />(3) What she was doing before the attacks<br />(4) What she was doing after the attacks.<br /><br />Additionally, we are to observe whether she turns blue / tired after each attack. If the attacks lasts more than 1 minute less than 5 minutes, we're to make an appointment with them immediately. If the attacks lasts more than 5 minutes, we are to call for an ambulance immediately.<br /><br />Good news is, we are told that the little girl is progressing well developmentally, which is uncharacteristic of children suffering from neurological problems. <br /><br />The wait was extremely long yesterday and the little girl was understandably tired. She had an attack when we were into our first hour of wait and I had a gut feeling she would do it again. So I got ready to video with my phone and managed to get a good recording:<br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYv046Qfte0" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYv046Qfte0" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYv046Qfte0"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/KYv046Qfte0/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p><br />Only the upper portion of her body is stiff during the attacks. Her legs are relaxed. She doesn't look up, doesn't black out, doesn't turn blue, doesn't appear tired after that. The attacks are not rhythmic and she wasn't crying before that which rules out breath holding spells for now.<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-19587311277716408182012-07-26T23:55:00.001+08:002012-07-26T23:55:31.808+08:00that night in (very few) picturesl<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/26/1827.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/26/s_1827.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It took 4 of us, Daddy, me and two nurses, to hold her still enough in order to get a decent ECG reading.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/26/1828.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/26/s_1828.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />After her blood test for sugar and sodium levels in her blood, she had a plaster on. But as I talked to the Doctor, she sucked on it and turned the whole plaster bloody. Goosebumps on my skin just as I typed.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/26/1829.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/26/s_1829.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/26/1830.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/26/s_1830.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />utterly exhausted after spending 4-5 hrs after her bedtime in the hospital. Slept in Daddy's (very) willing arms.<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-47912292203181751292012-07-25T09:32:00.001+08:002012-07-26T23:49:39.519+08:00my heart lives outside my body<br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBNuFMld7hM" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBNuFMld7hM" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBNuFMld7hM"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/mBNuFMld7hM/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p><br /><br />Started last Friday.. I saw it once or twice. And slowly, the frequency increased and Tuesday night during bed time, it happened consecutively for 6-7 times with only a few seconds of break in between.<br /><br />I called Daddy immediately and we went to KKH right away.<br /><br />The doctor said she could be <br />(1) having breath holding spells<br />(2) having seizures<br />(3) throwing a tantrum each time she is doing it<br /><br />The little girl was supposed to be admitted for observations. I asked them what they would do and they said they would chart the episodes and check of she does it during her sleep.<br /><br />We refused admission and opted to do it at home ourselves.<br /><br />Now I'm regretting that decision. It didn't turn out well and we have practically no data for the doctor.<br /><br />We'd see a neurologist tomorrow. All the information I can offer is that she does it whenever she gets excited / is very happy / is very angry / is very tired / is very frustrated / is forced to do something or not to do something.<br /><br />sometimes she stops doing it when we hold her hand and calls her name. sometimes she doesn't. To me, it doesn't look voluntary at all.<br /><br />Bad parent feelings aside for not charting the episodes properly, I can't help being worried, especially with <a target="_blank" href="http://thefamilyrooom.blogspot.sg/2011/08/downs-part-1.html">this</a> <a target="_blank" href="http://thefamilyrooom.blogspot.sg/2011/08/downs-part-ii.html">history</a>.<br /><br />Daddy just packed out diaper bag and I've gotten us food ready for tomorrow. It was strangely comforting to do all these preparation work. <br /><br />crossing my fingers for tomorrow.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-28875414507795332002012-07-19T22:06:00.001+08:002012-07-19T22:06:30.668+08:00I love bedtime<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/19/1070.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/19/s_1070.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />no matter how sick or tired I am for the day, happiness is when we spend that hour before her bed time.<br /><br />cleaning up, changing diaper, changing into her sleep suit, hugging her, kissing her, talking to her, reading her a short story, smelling her, have her reach out with both hands asking me to carry her and just feeling her tight tight hold on me when I carry her. she would also often reach out both hands to cup my face and try to put my face into her mouth (True Story). And I just have to say that she smell so very good. <br /><br />the little girl intuitively knows its bedtime and she is happy too.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/19/1071.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/19/s_1071.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I love the little girl very very very very very very very very very much. Very very much.<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071963144092716154.post-74549154288779903072012-07-09T23:48:00.001+08:002012-07-10T01:04:58.795+08:00Sick like a Merlion<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/09/1596.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/09/s_1596.jpg' border='0' width='258' height='195' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Photo credit: <a target="_blank" href="http://grabyourfork.blogspot.sg/">Grab Your Fork</a><br /><br />So happened to catch this song posted on my friends's FB page:<br /><br /><i>The more we get together,<br />Together together,<br />The more we get together,<br />We will all fall sick.<br /><br />I vomit, you diarrhoea <br />You vomit, I diarrhoea. <br /><br />The more we get together,<br />We will just fall sick</i><br /><br />How apt.<br />Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324461589864277145noreply@blogger.com0