Are you a good parent?

Bun: Oh gosh, he pooed

Aung: A perfectly good new diaper ruined

Bun: What to do - can you change him and wipe him please. I'm still cooking my chicken rice.

Aung: All right! (takes out the pigeon wet wipes and starts the wiping process)

Bun: Okay, dinners ready. Mao up the feeding chair

After 10 minutes.

Bun: Gosh, stop putting ur entire fist into your pasta. Can you bring me a wet wipe please. His hand is so oily. Hey, don't use that piece there. You wiped his bottom with it right? (pointing at that piece on the floor that's not stained with shit, properly the last wet wipe used to verify that all shit is cleared)

Aung: (Picks that piece up) No lah, I didn't use this one. This one is new one. I pulled out extra.

Bun: Okay.

Aung: Wipes maoster's mouth, hands and table.

Bun: Why are you smiling and laughing? Aung walks away to throw the wet wipes in the kitchen.

Aung: Still quietly smiling and laughing away.

Bun: What? What's the joke?

Aung: Hee, ermmmm , i remembered wrongly. That's the piece i wiped his bottom with. Oops.

Bun: Oh man. Lucky, he doesn't have quite a memory yet. He won't know. Hee...

*** ****

Maoster: Eeyore

Bun: Oh, hey, he knows how to call eeyore now! How cute!

Maoster: Eeyore, Eeyore, Eeyore

Bun: Okay call daddy

Maoster: Daddy

Bun: Kor Kor

Maoster: Kor Kor

Bun: Okay, Jie Jie, Ma Ma, Gu Gu, Di Di, Mei Mei, Uncle, Aunty, Panda

Maoster: Repeats all (one by one)

Bun: Okay, clever boy, call mummy

Maoster: pat at me 3 times

Bun: Call me MUMMY

Maoster: Pat me 3 times

Bun to Aung: Hey, you try

Aung: call Daddy

Maoster: Daddy!

Aung: Call Gu Gu

Maoster: Gu Gu

Aung: Calls Eeyore

Maoster: Eeyore

Aung: Call Mummy

Maoster: Roll over to me and pat me 3 times

Bun: WHY YOU DUN CALL ME MUMMY!!!

Maoster: Pat bunster 3 times

Bun to Aung: Why he doesn't call me

Aung: You are the she who is not to be named

Bun: &*&*(&(&^*

Maybe if i tell Maoster about that wet wipe incident... he will NOT CALL DADDY anymore.. ha ha ha.... evil.....

Let your hair down and raise your brows and talk to your man

This is what happened when you let your hair down

Aung: What? You colour your hair!
Bun: Yup, nice?
Aung: But Jayla don't like it! She will scream and yell!
Bun: *&*^&^&%&^% Jayla does not exist!
Aung: You never know mah... aiyoh, why you colour your hair. Toxic leh.... Sigh, Poor Jayla! She's hangin on hard with that smell!


Talking with your eye brows raised

Aung: Your eyebrows different?
Bun: Yup, I trimmed it!
Aung: But these are not rabbit's brow.
Bun: My brows looks like Pooh bear's one leh
Aung: Yar, those are rabbit's brow
Bun: You don't like it
Aung: yar don't look rabbit friendly - looks high hor...
Bun: It's supposed to look like this lor...
Aung: I like Pooh bear's brows
Bun: (*&*^*^*&*


Who's Madison?
Aung: You know we cannot name our daughter Jayla
Bun: Why?
Aung: Becos I searched for popular names for girls and there's a study that actually segment the findings and that Kayla is one of the most popular names for the blacks that are in low income group.
Bun: And?
Aung: Jayla rhymes like Kayla mah!
Bun: Hmmmmmm nevermind one lah..
Aung: By the way, don't dye your hair anymore. Madison don't like it.
Bun: Who's Madison.
Aung: Oh the most popular girl name from the rich income
Bun: !!!

If I may, so boldly ask, If I could, so humbly seek, I would ask God for a daughter next becos because my Aung is getting so insane! But no Madison please, not that name!

Lessons - The Rebel Rabbit

I know I am the real corny here.... but help. I'm bored.

SNAG DAD

Aung has been mostly been categorized as the SNAG. Sensitive New Age Guy. So what happens when a SNAG gets promoted to be a dad.


Scenario 1: When his Maoster kicks up a fuss

He declares to the whole world that his maoster is very tired and therefore feeling very mang zang and that propelled him to cry for a whole 15 mins in church when mummy is on stage leading worship and he had to roll on the floor and kicked his legs and behaving like nothing less than a ill breed brat. After the whole incident, he was explaining to GodMa and whoever who asked why Mao is so unhappy (or did they meant naughty) that he's just feeling so tired and cranky ( which translates to: hey, can't you see my boy is so super poor thing, he played whole day, had fun and had to wake up extra early to church as mommy was on duty and he just wailed and bawled his eyes out and is feeling so sad because his mommy can't carry him and he missed her....what's wrong with you for not understanding? why are you so demanding to a toddler?)

Well Bunster explanation is simple: He deserves a good old spanking and his behaviour is not to be repeated.

Scenario 2 : When kids don't share

We attended my JC friend's daughter baby shower at her home yesterday. Another kiddo, Joe 3 mths older than Maoster came with his BARNEY stuff toy! It's like girls staring at their peers who arrived with the latest LV, GUCCI, KATE SPADE etc...

Maoster went over and gently petted Barney's head. Joe refused to share so Maoster gazed at a distance. When Joe put Barney on the table, ( actually Joe wasnt really interested in playing with Barney at the moment) and Maoster went over and hugged the purple creature. Ok, then there was the Joe flying over to grabbed it back and the Maoster feet stamping and wailing. It happened twice. I was quite cool about it, told Maoster that it's Joe's toy and he doesn't want to share it's his right although it's not nice but you have to accept it okay?

All the time, Aung was sighing, as if Maoster's bride has ran away with his best man. I think his heart broke to more pieces than Maoster ever did.

So Barney will be in the car with us tonight cos Aung rushed to the departmental store during lunch time to get him a BARNEY!



The question is now and I am thinking, if i were to pat at my gf's 1 carat diamond ring and possibly throw in some stamping of the feet and squeezed a few tears out as my gf refused to share - would Tiffany be in the car with me tomorrow? Maybe? If I call him daddy?

Don't ever underestimate the power of HERO DAD. Watch out all departmental stores!

Ask and IT really would be given to you...

I had lunch with an old time friend Yiping ( did she not mention that I am not suppose to write her name down in my blog?) and of cos, we did what we did best together and that's to eat and lament on our fat body ( but she lost 5kg hmmmm...) and shopping.

We ate first and of cos we had to get our priorities right here and we thought maybe we should walk around before we get our ice-cream. And we walked around aimlessly decide that maybe we should quit walking endlessly and go get our ice-cream instead. And suddenly there was direction, there was light, there was hope, there were things to buy.

And she got in to Goldheart to see the diamond cross pendent that she has been eye-ing on for a long long time. It was a miracle ( if you call GSS a miracle), that the item was on 40% discount and a 10% extra for members and so it has to be destiny. I knew she would get it but what I did not know was this. She asked if the lady could throw in a chain for the pendent and the girl said okay.

Like this, no negotiations ,nothing asked. Just okay.

I mean, do they give chains out? I bought my chains all the time. Darn! I should have gone out with her earlier. I asked her how she'd know - she just said open your mouth and ask lah.

Another lesson learnt on asking - ASK and IT REALLY WOULD BE GIVEN TO YOU even the someone replying you may not and definitely would not be GOD.

Amazing isn't it.

It was a great night

It was a great Tuesday night yesterday.
We wanted to go church to pick my MIL because it was her b'day and she didn't want dinner with us as she wanted to go to Prayer meeting yesterday.
The goodie good daughter in law in me bought a nice strawberry short cake ( okay, that's my favourite flavour and it was rated good cake... so...), went home grabbed my son's jacket and milk and we turned up for Prayer Meeting.
It has been a long long long time since Mao's time that I turned up for prayer meeting. I had to say, it was great! It was great to see so many people turning up and getting close to God. It was great to have the Holy spirit filling the church and people receiving the many blessings, comfort and joy that Lord brought. I felt it was a great session. It was a time to bond with God and his people.
It was comforting to know that Maoster could raise his arms out as the congregation sings, he respondes to words such as Hallelujah!, Amen! And more amusingly and heart warming, is when you ask him to pray, he will know clench his fist together and close his eyes, half opening, half closing. It was a beautiful sight. I really pray that this "prayerful boy" will remain so in the days to come and that he will remain in the house of God.
Anyway, we went back home and cut the b'day cake. I can see that my MIL was so HAPPY. She even allowed us to take pictures of her and Maoster and keep saying how much Maoster loves her.
It was such an amazing night.
The song that was repeatedly sung at Prayer Meeting that I really enjoyed:

直到主耶稣再来时候

直到主耶稣再来时候

我要走事奉的道路

窄的门　

窄的路

背起我的十字架

当我走完事奉的道路

我必看见主的容光

荣耀的主耶稣祂必欢喜迎接我

直到主耶稣再来时候

我要被兴起奔走主道路

主的荣耀遮盖全地时
我要站起来敬拜赞美

我心所渴慕的主啊

祢是全地的救主

我心所渴慕的主啊

祢是荣耀的君王

My work day

Some highlights of my work today:

1. We need to be gender sensitive.

Received a resume of a lovely girl. Long silky hair, nice big eyes. Nice. Only problem is, how am I suppose to tell my client that she served NS for 2.5 years? We were like, could it be she worked as a clerk there? I mean, maybe a female volunteer? Quick glance of a profile... hmmmm ok, everything is there except the gender.

We are casting lots now - still deciding who to call her to verify it.

2. Aren't you shocked?

I was on the line with a candidate and this is what has taken place:

Bunster: Ok, it was great to have spoken to you. Would be great if you could just tell me what's your current salary and your expected?

Candidate: Hmmmm can I not tell you?

Bunster: Why is that so? This would enable me to filter the level of work and also the types of job to recommend to you.

Candidate: Because it would SHOCK you.

Bunster: Hmmmm Ok...

Candidate: ...

Bunster: It would be great if you could fill up the details. It enable me to present you to my client.

Candidate: Ok, it's... hmmm it's...

Bunster: Preparing to be shocked - like (*&*T&^%&%V IHATEYOUFOREARNINGSOMUCHYOUASSHOLE...(*&*^*

Candidate: $4-$4.5K per month.

Bunster: What's so shocking about that?!!!?

I mean, are you shocked? SHOCKED? SHOCKED?

Things that makes me AWWWWWWW...

in a heartbreaker oh my darling fashion was when I received an e-mail from David my nephew who's leaving for Vietnam on saturday for at least 2 years. It was sent to both my Aung and myself. The message was simple and straight forward - I mean, a man wrote it, how well can it be....

SUBJECT: Bye Bye :(
Dear you two
i just want to say bye

Did I fail to mention that apart from Maoster, David's the next man on the list that can make me go to all the bakery in SG to find chocolate eclairs cos he simply loves it. I will miss you DAVID HO.

In a you are so not going to have sex fashion when my Aung was looking at me throwing clothes into the washing machine in only my panty( hey, i need to wash the clothes i was wearing right?) and says:
Aung: Bun, I see you are into purple undies.
Bun: Oh yes, I finally got new ones, and I didn't realised I bought 2 of which are purple in colour. I must be watching too much Barney.
Aung: Heee... you are turning into Barney.
Bun: Hmmmmm
Aung: Getting more and more excited. Yar, actually there are some resemblances.
Bun: ...
Aung: In excitment... both of you are heavy bottom.
Bun: ...
Aung: And have round body
Aung: And have small head.. ha ha ha...(a laughter that somehow translates like: Hey, I know all the answers in SUDOKO level 10000)
Bun: Frowns
Aung: Both have sharp teeth!
Bun... GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN BEFORE I DO MY BARNEY DANCE IN MY PURPLE UNDIES.

The "Karen Cheng" Life

You know how you read other people's blog, they write the only BEST thing in their life? You read about their perfect lives, even if it's not that perfect, they somehow seem to perfect it. Their imperfection or dismay probably comes from:

1. I dunno why I am thinner before I had 2 babies. I seriously need to eat more.

2. Oh, I can't help but buy these gorgeous size 6 dresses. Oh look at those boots - they are all on sale.

3. I cannot imagine all the TIME I have for MYSELF- now that all my kids are going to be in school full time. Boo Hoo.

4. Should I bake a 3 storey high cake from scratch? Oh, I can't quite decide, 2 or 3 storeys? I mean, i can bake a 5 storey one easily... hmmmm...all free of colouring and absolutely natural of cos..duh..

5. Oh, my husband totally surprised me by bringing me to a date, now what should I wear?

6. We are on our trip to the end of the world, it's a pity we can only take 1 month off from work...

7. Oh, my husband and kids insist that I stay in Bed for breakfast on Mom's day... Should I? I hate to eat on the bed!

8. My husband is always so busy, I mean they cannot pay him so much money for doing nothing right?

9. My kids can read A to Z, eat on his own, buckle well, remember all the actions to the songs etc etc etc... Now what else to teach him since I am so good at flashing cards and homeschooling...and oh, he's hardly 2..

10. Oh, my children loves greens. Now I have to grow them in my garden.

And their days seems perfect. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the bees are collecting nectars from the flowers behind their yard.

So back to my bunster world on Monday when I was at home. So why was I at home on Monday? Well, becos the following happened the night before...

1. My son cried at 2am, 3am, 4am

2. He didn't want to wear his diapers. He removed them and cried like hell when I try to put them on.

3. Is he in pain? I mean, would it be a rash? Nope, checked, looked good still.

4. Read him story books at 2am, 3am, and 4am

5. He peed ( without his diapers) on ME, the bed and my blanket. How wonderful.

I woke up at 6:45 by my Aung who has to get to work by 8am. MASSIVE HEADACHE. So i slept in with my son. and Monday was:

8:45am - Maoster tapped on my face - ok, master, I know you have woken from you hangover yesterday of which You did not remember how you cried, make me read books and peed all over me. You gave me your biggest smile that basically is translated as, I KNOW I AM FORGIVEN.

9:10am -MILK TIME

9:30am - POOED and tried to shake poo off his diaper by jumping. Ok, no prizes for guessing who is the ass cleaner.

9:45am - Maoster and Bunster goes NTUC to buy grocery for dinner.

10:30am - Lugged back chicken, coconut, vegetables in one hand and my son refused to walk. Nice.

10:45am - started cooking on Maoster Lunch.

11:30am - Lunch is ready. Clean Maoster

11:45am - Feeding TIME

12:30pm - Cleaning up the mess he made time

12:45pm - Bath time for maoster

1pm - Reading Story books tricking Maoster to sleep time

1:15pm - ok not asleep yet. Seems more energetic. How about a little milk druggy trick?

1:30pm - after 120ml of milk still WIDE AWAKE

1:30pm onwards - what the heck, let's watch TV and we shared a jagabee

2:15pm - Maoster is FINALLY Asleep

2:15pm - I AM SO HUNGRY but so TIRED at the same time. So I slept instead.

3:15pm - Checked the boys back at office. E-mails etc.

4:15pm - Maoster woke up.

4:30pm - MILK TIME

5:00pm - COOKING TIME

5:15pm - OK, POOED AGAIN. No lor, MY MIL DOES NOT CLEAN BABY's ASS.

5:20pm - resume cooking

6pm - DONE. Aung Home. Take over Maoster. Bunster bathed

6:15pm - DINNER TIME FOR MAOSTER

7pm -Finally my dinner ( first meal in the entire day)

7:30pm - MY MIL commented why my curry chicken has chicken skin?(*(&**^&%&^%*&)(*)()_)(*(**)()*&*^*^&*^(*)((_)_))((**&*(**)(*)()()_!!!

8:30pm - I DECLARE BUNSTER TIME. NO INTRUDERS. OK, what do you mean by my son is looking for me?

You can imagine how happy I was to send my son to my mom's house the next day. I am a failure at being a SAHM. My maoster was smiling so happily to see my mom too cos in my schedule, there was an item that was missing that he loves. PLAYGROUND TIME - that's from 5:30pm to 6:30pm.

Please tell me that Karen Cheng is a fairytale becos, if she isn't, I seriously need to see a shrink or fly to Perth to have that bottle of wine with Yiping. Can all women from Stepford wives, please take a break so that I can at least catch up.

The Art of Following

From the book of Exodus Chapter 13 (one of my favourite part in the bible)

"21 By day the LORD went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel by day or night. 22 Neither the pillar of cloud by day nor the pillar of fire by night left its place in front of the people."

I can't sleep last night. I was thinking what I should do with my life. Something that I don't always think about - I have extremely short attention span about thinking major steps of my life.

Then, I was thinking, should I continue to do my own semi-business. Semi - because I have partners whom I am still accountable for. It has been 3 years, I have started it from scratched, build it with my own hands and every dollar that comes in marks what I have been doing. There are many reasons why I think I would like to stay on, and as well as many reasons to why I think I should go. And, if I have thought about it not more than once, and maybe I should really think why I keep thinking about this instead of focusing it and giving it my 100%.

If I go, it means, I have to get back to corporate life. No more flexi hours. No more wearing my slippers at work. No more going off anytime I want. It means washing my hands off all the things I've built. Yet, there is a small nagging part of me that says, I need to go, to see what I can do outside this place.

The noble part of me has thought about teaching the less privilege.

The materialistic part of me has thought about applying for the BIG names

The pathetic part of me has thought about what if there's nothing good out there.

The maternal part of me has thought about me staying at home and stare at my son.

The realistic part of me has thought about the CPF, the CAR, the SAVINGS and the Son.

The idyllic part of me has thought about hecking it and smelling the roses and understand that money is not everything.



Most importantly, the christian part of me is what I want to hear and do. Has the pillar of cloud and fire appear? Am I too blind to see? Have I asked for it to be evident in my life? And if it is, have I taken the idiot-proof solution as just to follow it blindly?

I pray that the pillar of cloud and fire be so evident that it is staring just right in front of me cos Lord, I am seriously too dumb to know otherwise.

THE CARTOONS OF MY TIME

I was talking to my younger staff in the office - temping before they both scurry off to uni. Both happened to be just slightly younger than me. Ermmmm 8/9 years younger to be accurate.
And we were talking about Cartoons. I was talking about my favourites when I was a kiddo.

1. CAPTAIN CAVEMAN

2. ATOM ANT

And they both looked at me as if I was speaking GREEK. They were like, what was that? No, I've heard about smurfs.
I said how about GUMMY BEARS? That one with the songs, "Gummy Bears, Bouncing here and there and everywhere...." And okay, they ask if it's the bears with heart or clouds on it. I mean those are CAREBEARS LOR....
I mean, am I really OLD already. Come on.... CAPTAIN CAVEMAN AND ATOM ANT! They were super funny and they are so whacky!
What's wrong with young people nowadays?
To my dismay, I've asked a couple of my friends ( age ranges (+/- 2 years) and they gave me that blank IDUNNOWHATYOUARETALKING about look. And they quoted me smurfs and Carebears too.
I mean, please tell me that you know Captain Caveman and Atom Ant.

Welcome to the Jagabee's Fan Club

My Aung got me this a few months ago.

Before he went off to camp, he got me 2 more cups.

And, 2 days ago, I bought 2 more cups.

Maoster saw it and shared a cup with me - oops!

And my staff saw me munching it and bought 2 more cups.

I told KB and Lausy.

They both bought some cups.

Damn! Calbee should pay me for being their spokesperson.

Maoster's Word of Advice: Drink More Water after Jagabee!

Not Both at the same time....

Normally a rabbit sleeps when the clock struck 10pm.
Not today.
Today is an unusual day.
The boys are away from me.
The big one is off rehearsing on how to effectively best protect the nation when in times of war and disaster. The govt thinks it's best done by firstly, separating your nice little family and schedule and then tearing you away from you wife and son, all that you love and matters. And they decided that 5 days work week is not valid how about a full six days! Wow, bring it on? Nice work there. How about getting the foriegn talents that they IMPORTED to do that? I mean, they got to proof their worth right???
If not for the army clothes my hubby wears off, I will be wondering if he was having an affair coming back at 2am on Sunday morning and rushing off to camp by 9pm....

The little one is at mom's place.
I miss the little thing. He had a new hair cut u know.
I heard from my mom that he woke up at 2:30am roaming room to room looking for mommy.

I need my boys with me. I mean, I've always had at least one with me.... but now both missing???!!!

One more week to go before my older guy gets released; One more day before I get to see the little one. I just can't wait.

PS: To my husband's dismay, Jayla didn't make it this month. He's committed to try harder.