10km is the new 2.4km

I have 6 months time to train.
I have to get my butt off the couch and start changing into my gears.
I have to start breathing and tuning into my brain that a fat bun can run.
"Eat like a pig and run like a dog", that would be my new slogan.
And, honestly, running I know can be like drugs. It can be addictive. But first- I need to get addicted to it first. For now, there's still a 50% chance I will be lying on my bed watching my cooking shows.
And no, if you think that I have lost inches off my waist - that would be too good to be true for now as after our fabulous 5.5km run that day with Gee ( that took us 55 mins - we ran from home to the dam(breakwater) over at seletar country club), we were back at base where I whipped up a nasty wicked father's day dinner that consist of pork chops, fried chicken wings, omelette and a vegetable soup. My skirt is still tight.
I mean, I'm not going to starve myself right? I need every ounce of energy to run the miles.

Let's hope the training schedule will be adhered to as we are only at week 2.

Not forgetting, Maoster also has to train for the kids dash at 750m. His father had been asking him to grow his legs for some "long legs advantage".

Wish me luck people. I need all the luck I can get plus some determination and addiction.

Why dads are important (esp Mao's)

Because, he brings us towels whenever we take a shower every single day.
Because, he draws down the blind whenever the sun is up and both of us are still in bed.
Because, he carries all the stuff from the car and bring it up home.
Because, he always get body slam from both of us when we are playing KungFu.
Because he makes the milk at night (every single night)
Because he puts on the diaper at night after Mao is asleep (as Mao feels he is too "MAN"for it anymore despite his "immature" urine techniques when asleep)
Because, he washes the dishes whenever there is a heavy massive cook out.
Because, most importantly, he defends mummy when his ungrateful 3.5 year old son commented that some other woman is prettier than mummy. He says, "It doesn't matter what you think, the important fact is that daddy finds mummy prettiest and that's the most important thing."

So to my dearest Aung, Blessed Daddy's Day in advance. :)

Mao's picking the tab! Woot!

So Godma Gee told us she bought some YOG commemorative card for her godson Mao (at $25 bucks each - oh my!) and we really didn't take this matter to heart and brushed it with an okay.

The excited Godma drove and deliver this LYO card to Maoster and HOLY MOLY, its a prepaid VISA card. I was like :" What? VISA CARD? DEBIT CARD? CASH CARD? At 3.5 years old?" I think Maoster has arrived with this new card.

Back at home, he was playing with the card, pretending to enter the gantry of the gates of the MRT, paying for his purchases etc.....

His only complain was: " How come only got MYLES AUNG on the card? Where's HE LEI?"

So..... now we are trying to con Godma to top up the card for him and there's no more question who's going to pick up the tab the next time round.

Do you accept VISA?

Overheard...

outside the boy's room. Both my boys went to take a leak.

Maoster: Let's play penis fighting. And then, I will "KOK" your head.

I seriously dunno if my gentle Aung can take a leak in peace.