When you are too FAT for your cake...

The kids have a great idea.

Mommy/XiaoGu is too fat for a cake this year.

So......

They do what they do best.

PAPER CAKE!

They make it so real right?

I do hope its a strawberry shortcake!

I WON....

the bet! Baby Junior Jimmy is going to be induced this midnight as the date turns 17th!
Oh well, based on reliable sources and somwhat collected evidence ; that babies born on the 17th of March have the following characteristics and traits:
1. CHARMING
2. HAS FUNNY BONES
3. LOVES TO EAT
4. POPULAR
5. SMART, CLEVER, WITTY and SERIOUSLY IMAGINATIVE
6. SEXY
7. HIGH EQ and IQ
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Actually, there seems to be like 1000 stuffs about them but oh well....
Apparantly apart from me who is super excited... so is Maoster as he is preparing for his "hello" birthday to his comrade and brother to come.

Don't worry Maoster will perfect his song by tmr before he sees DIDI!

The Expensive Poo Poo

After my motherly duty of fetching and depositing Maoster and my neice and nephew to my mom's house, I was glad that the morning half of the day was over and I can look forward to my solo time alone shopping.

As Maoster and his cousins had their eyes glued on the okto channel, I embraced my newfound freedom and quickly ran out of the house giving my mom a wink. It took me 45 mins on bus 133 to reach my destination - Bugis Junction. I had a mission, I needed to find the ladies over at worship ministry a chic and affordable shirts.

Breathing in the air of freedom and looking at the busy scenes at Bugis made me realised that the bad economy probably "passover" this place, as on a weekday, the queues at the taxi stands and malls and restaurants are still formed.

After a few minutes of scouting and planning in my mind the shopping itinery and route, I was rather pleased. Then, nature's call. I dunno why, but I always feel the need to poo when I arrived at shopping mall. So, as all doctors advise, if you need to poo, pleaes go poo - which I did.

The queue at the toilet was also very long, but I had a greater calling. I need to wait patiently.

Feeling rather relived, I stepped to regain back momentum to embark on my shopping trip when my mom called:

Mom: Oi, your son cry non stop looking for you!

Me: Huh? Try to do some tricks leh.

Mom: He already on milk strike liao, say wear shoes take bus look for mummy. He's at the gate there liao, refusing to come in.

Me: No other way?

Mom: His eyes infection leh, don't let him cry too long lah, already swollen already. Can you hear him screaming? I give up liao. Come back and save us.

Me: Okay.

So, i took a cab ( played cheat by going at this ulu junction bypassing the long queues, evil i know but i cannot wait so long lah sorry ah) and it cost me $8.

All I did at Bugis was to POO.

What was I thinking? I should have just stayed at home and Poo all I want and spend the $9.30( $8 on cab fare plus the $1.30 to get there) on KFC! Instead I had to travel 45 mins to go Bugis to poo!

And all my mom said was: You never say bye bye to him lah, so he cry. Next time say bye bye to him first ah!

Being a mother is tough nowadays, still need to get my passport stamped and checked for approval!

Hey, emphatise a little with me won't you!

Maybe I will feel better if these were provided in the toilet

The Seal that was on sale

After our dinner tabao event at serangoon gardens, before the car went out:



Aung exclaims: Hey bun, there's a SALE ( pointing at the terrace house and its big sign)

Bunster raising eyebrow: Hello, dream on lor, no money lor that house easily worth 1.5million

Maoster showing equal enthusisam as his father: Go see sale

Bunster: You got money ah mao, sale also cannot buy

Aung drives away

Maoster not giving up: Go see sale, see sale. Go there. Go back. Go see sale.

Bunster glares at Aung with that you and your big fat mouth lah look....

Maoster getting irritated and angry: See sale mummy. Go see sale.

Bunster: There is nothing to see at the sale.

Maoster: See sale, "ONG" "ONG" "ONG"

Bunster: Huh

Maoster doing his flippers actions : See sale, "ONG" "ONG" "ONG

Bunster: Oh, NOT SEAL LAH MAO, it's SALE.

And if you think Maoster gets it, NO LOR. To him, there was a SEAL on SALE.

Another language BOO BOO.

Even if I bought the seal on sale Maoster, I dun have such a big tank!

Witnessing Death

was what I felt today;

As i sat in my office anticipating and waiting for the end to come.

Suddenly a call came and ask if it can be done.

I said, yup, go ahead.

As I stared high up at my aircon with its green light indicating air... wondering when was the moment.

At 10am sharp, all proof of its existence was cut off.

The aircon's light no longer showed any lights, nor breathed any air.

It felt like death because all of life's surviving essentials like air and water has been cut.

Suddenly I felt suffocated being there and I had to get out.

And darn! The stairs that I am walking down although at 10am was dark like hell.

I feel like how I always felt when I walk out after the cremation of any funeral the entire day.
Sad, Mourning and Frightened.
Time will heal the wounds.

My Space - Gone!