It’s that time of the year again where millions of people around the world send Chinese New Year greetings to friends and family.

How times have changed  – we used to do this by sending out cards.  I remember, many years ago, buying stacks of cards, postage stamps and diligently posting them, year, after year.

Then came the age of the internet and e-mail, and oh, how convenient it was, and is still, to use this mode to send greetings to people!  And it saved us lots of money too!  And I’m sure it saved lots of trees, and the postmen probably had their jobs easier as well.

Now with Facebook, we don’t need to do the e-mail thing – we go write on walls or easier still, set our status to show a greeting.   That’s what I’m going to do – wish everyone I know on Facebook a Happy Year of the Ox, by setting my status to a greeting.

No need to have to mess around with a whole list of contacts on e-mail, no need for licking of stamps, forget greeting card websites that have corny cards with corny messages, no troublesome sending of SMSes as well!

Sending a greeting has never been easier!

Hmm… what’s next after Facebook?

Happy New Year everyone!

Let’s take the Year of the Ox by its horns and have no fear!

Yay?!  You say?

Well, that’s what I thought too.

On the first day of the new year, I woke up, just glad that it’s a holiday and that I did not have to drag myself to work.  I also made a mental note to remember to write the correct year on cheques from that day onwards.

On the second day, Friday – what a day to go back to work and school (for the kids) – I dragged myself out of bed and wished I didn’t have to.  It was just another day, for me, at least.

I suppose that’s how most people feel – just another day, and what with all the doom and gloom awaiting us in 2009, there is just nothing to be excited about, is there?

But Little Guy changed all that – he woke up all cheery and chirpy as usual.  He did not have to drag himself out of bed.  He did not complain about having to start school at the end of the week.  He was just a bundle of energy and happy vibes.

When he got to school, he rushed in and yelled,

‘Yay!  I’m in K1, I’m in K1!’    (‘K1′ being short for the first year of Kindergarten)

Big Guy and I were shocked at his excitement.  But it really brought the smiles all around.  We had no idea that being in K1 meant so much to him.  We had just reminded him a few days before the end of the year, that when he returned to school, he will be in K1.

I figured that I could learn much from Little Guy – his enthusiasm, his positiveness and his excitement for what is to come.  I should stop moping and start ‘yay-ing’ more

So…

Yay!  I’m in 2009!  The gloom will clear, it HAS to clear! 

Meanwhile, enjoy, continue to work at whatever you are working at, or working for.  If the big picture is grey and gloomy, to heck with it!  We’ll have our gigs in our small pictures!  (Put all the small pictures together and what do we get?)

C’mon, let’s yay!

Happy 2009 everyone!

Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgh!

Phew!  I feel much better now!

I swear I could have strangled my colleague, if not for the hundreds of deep breaths I took, on Friday.

Sigh!  I really wish that I had more time to write.  But ever since going back to work, time has been really tight.

 

All those work and housework things are just using up every bit of time that I have!

 

Maybe I’m spreading myself too thin – I work, I cook, I wash (ok, ok with the washing machine!), I iron and I clean.  I also have to take care of Big and Little Guy.  Oh, I must not forget to credit Big Guy, though, who has been helping out more at home since I started work.  Thanks Big Guy!

 

But back to the topic of cooking (see related post Can’t Cook?  Bah!)…

 

My new colleagues and many people I’ve met can’t believe that I cook dinner after work.  Most of them express a kind of wide-eyed, jaw-dropping, kind of surprise when I tell them so.

 

Is going home to cook after work so rare these days?  I know many people who don’t do it because they:

 

  1. have a maid at home who takes care of cooking and all other chores
  2. goes back to their parents’ home for dinner
  3. eat out
  4. order tingkat
  5. simply can’t cook!

 

Now, I too could have opted to do 1, 3 or 4, but I don’t want to.

 

Why?

 

  • It’ll be great to have a maid/helper handle things at home.  But I find it not very viable for me, as she will be alone at home in the day time while Big Guy and I are at work, and Little Guy at school.

 

Plus, all those horror stories about maids make it a less enticing option.

 

  • Eating out – we do eat out a couple of times a week, and already we find it a headache deciding on where to go and what to eat.

The main reason that I choose to cook after work, is that we want to have wholesome, healthy, dinners.  Eating out usually means more salt, oil and whatever other stuff that’s bad for our health.

 

  • Tingkat – I’ve always had the impression that tingkat dinners are mass-cooked in factory kitchens, many hours before dinner time.  And I don’t like it that they leave the tingkats outside our door before we come home from work – who knows who might have done what to the food?  I also don’t see much difference in ordering such dinners and eating out, other than eating in the comfort of my own home.  I could just 打包 freshly cooked 煮炒 (and paying a little more, for peace of mind).

Although eating healthily is the chief motivation for my insistence on home-cooked meals, there are some other reasons that motivate me to cook for my family.

 

I have heard male friends and strangers telling people that ‘my wife can’t cook’ or ‘my wife is a lousy cook’ and other variations of that.

 

Now, if my husband were to say that to his friends, I would be totally embarrassed (and maybe my husband would be too)!

 

There was an incident many years ago when I met up with an old friend.  He told me that he eats out every night because ‘my MUM is a TERRIBLE cook’.  This incident affected me quite deeply.  I was single then.  There and then, I decided that if I had kids, I would NEVER, NEVER ever let them say such a thing to their friends – ‘my mum can’t cook/ my mum is a terrible cook’.  It’s embarrassing and sad if a kid should have to say such truths about his mother.

 

I’m no great cook, but I can cook decent meals.  Meals that get the thumbs-up from Little Guy.  Although Big Guy is not the expressive type, the fact that he clears his plate every night already says a lot for him.

 

I don’t know – perhaps I’m old-fashioned, conservative, sexist, or whatever. I’m for the motion that all mothers should learn how to cook, and cook often for the family.

 

Agree?

 

Oh, and I don’t care if the man in the house is a great cook or if there is a maid to take care of the cooking.  The motion stands, regardless.

 

Agree?!  Huh?  Huh?!

No, I’m not talking about hanging out as in chillin’ out.

I’m talking about my body… yes my body!

Even with a rather slim weight of 52 kg at 1.69 metres tall, I have parts of me that are starting to hang out.

My clothes are getting tighter at the waist and well, the dreaded spare tyre is starting to peep, bit by bit.  I absolutely hate it!  And the ugly flab next to my arm pits, I wish I could just pinch them off!

I do not mind putting on some weight, but only if I could direct where such weight should go.  I would definitely like to put on some weight on my face and nowhere else!

Sigh!  What is a woman to do?

Ever since I returned to work, my exercise schedule has been severely disrupted.  Exercising during the lunch hour is also out as there are no facilities near where I work, that I can use.  Besides, the boss is very fussy about us returning from lunch within the hour.

I guess the only thing to do now is to watch my diet even more carefully – less carbos.  And to get smart in choosing the clothes I wear to hide those parts of me that are so eager to see the world.

Hmm… I wonder if those gadgets by Osim and OTO really work?

Little Guy, who is all of four years old now, is getting very curious and talkative.

Earlier this week, I spent a day at home with him while he was suffering from stomach flu.  We watched some programs on cable together, including one by The Naked Chef, Jamie Oliver.  Now, this wasn’t the first time he saw Oliver and he knew that I liked watching Oliver at work (Little Guy likes Nigella Lawson ‘cos she’s so pretty!).  Little Guy (LG) started this gem of a conversation:

LG:  You like him (referring to Jamie Oliver)?

Me:  Yes…

LG:  You want to marry him?

Me (wide-eyed):  I’m already married to Daddy!

LG:  Why you marry that fat man?

Me (playing along):  He was not fat when I married him…

LG:  Then Daddy married you and he ate and ate and ate and grow (sic) fat?

Big Guy then appeared and I couldn’t control my laugther any more.  It was just so funny!

This wasn’t the first time Little Guy asked about marriage.  He has asked me several times why I married his Daddy, and has said that he wants to marry a girl in his Nursery class when he grows up!

For the record, Big Guy is not fat!  He has a little paunch and I wouldn’t describe him as fat.

Life is certainly more interesting and fun with this little boy around!

And thank God he has recovered from the dreadful stomach flu!

 (Big) Yawn!

You know your job is boring when

  • the highlight of the day is the fire drill
  • you check out a matter from your e-mail even though you are on cc only (just for some excitement)
  • you wonder if your watch is broken as the time seemed to stand still
  • you suddenly appreciate the fact that the toilets are so damn far away
  • you try to think of ten ways to solve a problem even though you already know the one way that works best

I’ll have to come up with more ways to stem my boredom at work soon…

Yawn!!

It has been a terrible week.

Little Guy is down with stomach flu, so the doc said.  His temperature went through the roof and he had the runs so bad, that he started to bleed down there.

He’s still recovering and is holding up because of the fever and diarrhoea medication that the doc prescribed.  Now we need to patiently wait for the bacteria in his intestines to multiply and kick the bad guys out (with help from the sachets of billions of good bacteria (their name escapes me) given by the doc).

Having just started work, it was difficult for me to take leave to look after him.  But I had little choice but to do so today.  Big Guy took charge yesterday and I insisted to stay home today to take care of the little one.  I guess being a woman and a mother is thus – one can never trust the guy to do the mothering role.  I couldn’t concentrate on my work anyway, worrying about Little Guy all the time.

His run of ill-health started in the middle of last week – a bad cough, then the runs, then high fever, rashes over his entire body (possibly due to allergic reactions).  Then just when we thought that his fever was gone for good, it came back with a vengeance.

Thank God his condition is more or less stable now, and it’s back to work for me, with Big Guy taking over again tomorrow.

I guess I have little choice but to trust Big Guy more, that he can do a good job of caring for Little Guy.

Get well soon, Little Guy… mummy here is worried and really tired out!

Time really flies!  I’m already one month into my new job!

Before I started on this job, I was kind of worried that I might not be effective as I used to be.  I was worried that I would have forgotten certain things.  But all my worries were unfounded as I got back into the groove quite quickly.  Things that were buried somewhere in the recesses of my brain, when I took a year off work, just magically came back.

Needless to say, I’m quite pleased with myself.  I’m happy not only because of the ease in which I snapped back to working mode,  but also because I realized that a year off work actually did me lots of good.

Before I quit my last job, I was easily irritated, and really full of vile, especially towards my boss.  I eventually quit as I couldn’t tolerate her any more, and I was also afraid for my mental health.

Now, after a good one year off work, I feel relaxed, vileless and not affected by small matters that would have made me boil in my previous job.  My ex-colleague, who is now my colleague again (she recommended me for this job), is unfortunately always flustered and irritated by small things.  I feel she does really need a break.

Of course, not everyone is as fortunate as me to be able to take a whole year off work.  But I seriously do think that everyone should take an extended time off work, if they have not done so, after working for years.  I would say, minimum, a break of three months or so, to really get away, totally cut-off from work.

If you can afford it, do it.  It’ll work wonders for your mental and physical health.

I’m now enjoying the fruits of my year-long break.  It’ll probably take a few years before I’ll need an extended break again.

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I wish had something happy to announce, but no, work had been rather depressing!

The title of this post is meant for this picture I took a few weeks ago while traipsing around Chinatown:

If ever there was such a thing as a happy shop, this must be IT!!

It contained a mind-boggling array of 双喜 (double happiness) merchandise and brought back memories of my wedding.  Sigh!

I still have a 双喜 box which was part of my dowry.  In fact, the rolls of threads I received for my wedding fifteen years ago are still in there!

I think it’s time I pulled out my wedding photos to feel the rush of double happiness again!

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