Yesterday popped by at my mum's place for dinner. Of course the dinner took place amidst shouting, screaming, yelling, crying and tantrum-throwing tots in tow.
Youngest of the lot, Laurel took a fancy to hum 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars' in her language... whatever that might be.
Hazel and Oliver end up "gunning" each other with toy guns.
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Oliver is getting much financially wiser. He overheard my conversation with my brother about getting a car for my work after I clear my driving exams sometime in the future.
"GOOD! Shushu buy car! Daddy DRIVE!"
*Editor fainted* How in the world did he manage to concoct such an IDEA in the first place?!
So I stubbed him back, "So next time Daddy buy car, YOU drive?" He smirked.
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The next commontion came about when their dessert ICE-CREAM was served... Laurel started throwing tantrums even after she had her fill and insisted that her father give her what he's eating.
"Daddy no share!!" pouts and wails and cries
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The trio are capable of anything... and their moods can swing from one extreme to the other. As Uncle three times over, I have my share of my time with them, which certainly beats any amount of money that I can possess. The joys and laughters are part of their memory and also will be part of mine too.
Now fully ashore and up to my neck with work, I try to take time to see them. After all, once they grow up, they will not be the same anymore.
So much for today's weekend edition. The Editor have to go BUY an additional pair of shoes for work and hasta la vista!
March 26, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Time... 26 March 2006
As the young matures into a working adult, Time can be a double edge sword. Vexed by work or indulging in their night watering holes, Time can accelerate or grind to a complete halt.
Days drag into weeks and matures into months. Wrinkles and white hair appear and everyone gets into the frenzy to hide the trances left behind by Time. They rush from work and back home, from facial salons to hair salons, from offices to gyms... in their frantic bid to stop the aging brought by Time.
Rushing, rushing and more rushing. They honk impatiently, speed unnecessarily and even speed dating.
They multi-task, grab take-away meals and answer their never-stop-ringing mobile phones.
Work soon gave way to marriage and a role-reversal takes place. Instead of them rushing around, they rush to ferry kids from one activity to another; rushing home instead of their water-holes.
Time soon sped by and their futile attempts to restraint time came to a naught. In their twilight years, they sit back and realise how hard it is to get by in a day.
Their mobiles and what-not berries were exchanged instead for hearing aids.
Merz and BMWs gave way to wheelchairs; Starbucks lattes become kopi-o, kopi-c.
Spaghetti make way for mee-pok; bright sparkling teeth gradually got replaced by dentures.
Time can be very cruel indeed.
Days drag into weeks and matures into months. Wrinkles and white hair appear and everyone gets into the frenzy to hide the trances left behind by Time. They rush from work and back home, from facial salons to hair salons, from offices to gyms... in their frantic bid to stop the aging brought by Time.
Rushing, rushing and more rushing. They honk impatiently, speed unnecessarily and even speed dating.
They multi-task, grab take-away meals and answer their never-stop-ringing mobile phones.
Work soon gave way to marriage and a role-reversal takes place. Instead of them rushing around, they rush to ferry kids from one activity to another; rushing home instead of their water-holes.
Time soon sped by and their futile attempts to restraint time came to a naught. In their twilight years, they sit back and realise how hard it is to get by in a day.
Their mobiles and what-not berries were exchanged instead for hearing aids.
Merz and BMWs gave way to wheelchairs; Starbucks lattes become kopi-o, kopi-c.
Spaghetti make way for mee-pok; bright sparkling teeth gradually got replaced by dentures.
Time can be very cruel indeed.
March 20, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Time... 20 March 2006
We, the ignorant humans, tend to take time for granted.
So to speak, at work, we try to DRAG time so as to make the day pass easier.
But we make up by rushing to work in a much shorter time.
Everyone laments where did time go. Time, did not disappear by itself.
Neither did it drip away like the sands in the hour-glass.
Time is relatively short for children engrossed in their playgames... reluctantly to be dragged to bed/ shower/ meals... For them, Time does not matter to them. All they are concern is whether they get more toys for their birthday/ holidays.
As they grow out of toys into the rituals of school, Time suddenly becomes a 10-tonne anchor ball. Everyday seem to pass so slowly that they wonder when the next school holidays are coming...
As they progress through the levels of education, Time once again play tricks with them. The never-ending CAs and assignments make them grasp for breathing space. To the very least, the next CAs seemed so recent as compared to the last one.
In the blink of the eye, Time stand still when these children grow into teenagers. Love blossoming among the youth and all hands of Time just stood still. Never do they complain about time, only grouses why Time pass so quickly for them.
(to be continued)
So to speak, at work, we try to DRAG time so as to make the day pass easier.
But we make up by rushing to work in a much shorter time.
Everyone laments where did time go. Time, did not disappear by itself.
Neither did it drip away like the sands in the hour-glass.
Time is relatively short for children engrossed in their playgames... reluctantly to be dragged to bed/ shower/ meals... For them, Time does not matter to them. All they are concern is whether they get more toys for their birthday/ holidays.
As they grow out of toys into the rituals of school, Time suddenly becomes a 10-tonne anchor ball. Everyday seem to pass so slowly that they wonder when the next school holidays are coming...
As they progress through the levels of education, Time once again play tricks with them. The never-ending CAs and assignments make them grasp for breathing space. To the very least, the next CAs seemed so recent as compared to the last one.
In the blink of the eye, Time stand still when these children grow into teenagers. Love blossoming among the youth and all hands of Time just stood still. Never do they complain about time, only grouses why Time pass so quickly for them.
(to be continued)
March 16, 2006
Little Red Dot Press - Walled in ... 15 March 2006
Was on the mrt some time ago, heading back home. Saw some new constructions up and coming while passing Commonwealth MRT.
A thought flashed through my mind, which then snowballed into THIS entry.
We are often surrounded by walls; be it office walls, cubicle walls, walls in your home, toilet walls, prison walls.
But the main point of my thought was not these physical walls, it is more towards the walls we build in ourselves.
Time have proved many instances; the recent furore that erupted over the cartoons of the prophet Mohammed; the racial riots that took Australia, France and even Britain by surprise.
From the varied forms of outbursts that took place in various parts of the world to the local scene where a man was sentenced to a jail term over the abuse of cats, it is not too hard to see these invisible walls. But the crux is: how many of us spot such walls?
If we do not realise the invisibility and strength of these walls, animosity will still persist no matter what, no matter where , no matter how.
From the macro to the micro, from the masses to the individual, the walls of invisibilty have slowly formed, evolved and even fortified against the inflow of the winds of change.
How many times do we witness the stubborness streak of another? How OFTEN do we see our own being stubborn to change the very self that should in the first place?
We can knock down all the physical walls, over time. But if we do not realise how high the walls we have subconsciously built, then to walk out to a new YOU, no amount of effort could tear those walls down.
A thought flashed through my mind, which then snowballed into THIS entry.
We are often surrounded by walls; be it office walls, cubicle walls, walls in your home, toilet walls, prison walls.
But the main point of my thought was not these physical walls, it is more towards the walls we build in ourselves.
Time have proved many instances; the recent furore that erupted over the cartoons of the prophet Mohammed; the racial riots that took Australia, France and even Britain by surprise.
From the varied forms of outbursts that took place in various parts of the world to the local scene where a man was sentenced to a jail term over the abuse of cats, it is not too hard to see these invisible walls. But the crux is: how many of us spot such walls?
If we do not realise the invisibility and strength of these walls, animosity will still persist no matter what, no matter where , no matter how.
From the macro to the micro, from the masses to the individual, the walls of invisibilty have slowly formed, evolved and even fortified against the inflow of the winds of change.
How many times do we witness the stubborness streak of another? How OFTEN do we see our own being stubborn to change the very self that should in the first place?
We can knock down all the physical walls, over time. But if we do not realise how high the walls we have subconsciously built, then to walk out to a new YOU, no amount of effort could tear those walls down.
Little Red Dot Press - Sex in the City
The recent furore over the release of the video clips of a girl making out with her boyfriend has yet to subside.
Even till now, the media and public has not let up on engaging over the issue.
The morality hammer slammed down hard on this issue. The youths are fighting back with their 'so-what?-Everyone's-doing-it' attitude. I must concede I take no stand in this debate.
Surprised at my reaction? Morally wise, who am I to judge who is right or wrong in the first place. My code of ethics were passed down from my elders; subjected to the influx of western ideas; mixed together with a dosage of ancient Eastern philosphy.
If we start to cast that first stone, condemn and condoning such actions, then pray thee, have we looked upon our younger selves and our actions. Did our elders not FROWN on our actions then?
All is but a cycle. What comes around will revert back in due time. Failures are but steps to success. Restrain yes we could, but undoubtly the younger generation are hardly controllable unlike the good old years.
In time to come, these youngsters will be at our age and they will then turn around condemn the very acts they resounded with such loud applause now.
Even till now, the media and public has not let up on engaging over the issue.
The morality hammer slammed down hard on this issue. The youths are fighting back with their 'so-what?-Everyone's-doing-it' attitude. I must concede I take no stand in this debate.
Surprised at my reaction? Morally wise, who am I to judge who is right or wrong in the first place. My code of ethics were passed down from my elders; subjected to the influx of western ideas; mixed together with a dosage of ancient Eastern philosphy.
If we start to cast that first stone, condemn and condoning such actions, then pray thee, have we looked upon our younger selves and our actions. Did our elders not FROWN on our actions then?
All is but a cycle. What comes around will revert back in due time. Failures are but steps to success. Restrain yes we could, but undoubtly the younger generation are hardly controllable unlike the good old years.
In time to come, these youngsters will be at our age and they will then turn around condemn the very acts they resounded with such loud applause now.
Little Red Dot Press - Tied up 15 March 2006
Apart from being tied up for the past few weeks for my preparation for my exams (which unfortunately failed and now pending for re-take), I have my hands full at work.
Indeed, work have now taken precedent over in my life. My days of lazing around till 9-10am have gone out of the window.
Work have once again rejuvenated my lazing mind, given that I stopped thinking about work since Oct last year.
The Editior is now back from his semi-retirement and will be coming forth with a slew of issues outstanding.
Stay tuned.
Indeed, work have now taken precedent over in my life. My days of lazing around till 9-10am have gone out of the window.
Work have once again rejuvenated my lazing mind, given that I stopped thinking about work since Oct last year.
The Editior is now back from his semi-retirement and will be coming forth with a slew of issues outstanding.
Stay tuned.
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