Just say Yes or No

I cannot understand why some people are procrastinators. Each time you ask them if they can make it to an event, they will give you replies like: see how, I don't know, I can't promise you.

And this simply irks me.

It's not as though it's a last minute event where I can perfectly understand if one can't make it. I encountered this when I was trying to plan my wedding and JD's 1st birthday. Some people just couldn't or wouldn't confirm. Maybe they just didn't want to turn up. If so, I would have appreciated a straight "No". Regardless of reason, it's not something I can accept considering that I'm a very decisive person. Dealing with wishy washy people is simply a waste of my time. These people just gotta realise that making a decision doesn't involve only themselves. It affects MY schedules as well. Plain selfish? Plain inconsiderate? Or .. maybe I don't mean anything to these people. The truth hurts as always but if so, rather than drag an insincere relationship, why not just end it.

If I mean something to you, you would make time for me. If you can't even commit to something that you have been given ample time to plan for, then I rather just cut you off from my life.

爱很简单

诺爱真的是那么简单，世界就会变得更完美，我们的遗憾与烦恼也许不会那么多..

忘了是怎麼開始　也許就是對你　有一種感覺
忽然間發現自己　已深深愛上你　真的很簡單

愛的地暗天黑都已無所謂　是是非非無法抉擇..
沒有後悔為愛日夜去跟隨　那個瘋狂的人是我..

这首歌在我心理永远是那么有意义..

A helper finally...

After 2 years of battling with my conscience and my happiness, I've finally decided that I'm going to get a helper.

Yesterday was commendable as I finally went to an agency, shortlisted a couple and actually paid the deposit. Yes, I put some money down and that would probably indicate how serious I am this time round.

Previously I merely called around a few agencies, trying my luck that I will be able to chance upon the "perfect" helper, knowing jolly well that that will never happen. Somehow I couldn't muster enough courage to really convince myself to invite a stranger into my house.

I don't know what spurred me on yesterday. Maybe it's the accumulating tension at home, maybe it's the beast in me screaming for freedom, maybe I'm just not fit to be a mom.

But whatever it is, I'm just glad that help's on the way...

Saturday morning

It's one of those weekend mornings when I wake up, feeling totally grouchy and the only thing that can possibly save the day is a hot Starbucks latte. So here i am, 9am at Parkway's Starbucks with my latte, watching people pass me by through the clear glass window. I love such mornings..

4喜

JD turned two and this year there was no elaborate celebration like the one we had last year.

Instead, it was split into 4 simple parties, with the main activity being the blowing of candles & cutting of cake. She's been getting the kick out of these 2 and whenever the word birthday is mentioned, she will immediately act out blowing candles & saying "eat cake".

The 1st one was with dw's relatives, 2nd was the one with her tiny tot friends from school, 3rd was with mommy's colleagues at work and last with just mommy, daddy, ah kong & ah ma right at home.

Happy Birthday darling... U'll always be mommy's baby..

Lost in Bella

I've tried to resist starting on the Twilight series as long as I could. I knew that if I started, I would be transported into a fantasy world. I know myself best and true enough, now I wish that I was a character in the book, if only I was Bella Swan, torn between a vampire and a werewolf. I mean, how cool can that be!

Every waking moment is spent burrowing myself into the books and I'm half wishing that these are magical books, books that will never end with stories that just go on & on.

A bookworm since as young as I can possibly remember, I would snap up every book in any series that I could lay my hands on. I recall anticipating eagerly for the new book in the Nancy Drew series. I would read & re-read Enid Blyton's stories. I will always remember Elizabeth the naughtiest girl in school, the Wishing Chair, Mr Moonface etc. I can't help but smile to myself, when these characters come flashing back. As I grew older, I started on those teenage love stories from Sweet Valley High and I can still recall how I would drool over Bruce Patman, notwithstanding that he is all but a created, painted face. On hindsight, Bruce does resemble Jacob the werewolf and they both have the dark deep set eyes that C Ronaldo has. (My taste in men has been pretty constant ya)

I'm now hemming & hawing on each page of Eclipse as I know that once this ends, I have to move on to Breaking Dawn and that spells the end of my Bella Swan fantasy. Once again, I dread to get back to reality.

My little Napoleon

JD's new found interest is putting the bucket over her head. Half the time I hear my dad grumbling at her "don't put it on your head, wait cannot come out then your head stuck inside". That sure sounds damn corny.

March on! Left right left right.


Stand still!


Did I do a good job?

Simon says

This happened when mommy was away & daddy was left alone to bond with daughter..

Stick out your tongue


Show your teeth


Point to your nose


Dig for gold


Finger on your cheek


Pull your ear