"Printer" date

Coming this Sat, 5th June hubby and I will be celebrating our 11th wedding anniversary. He dropped me an e-mail this morning officially asking me out to shop for a printer on Sat evening. Yeah you read it write, shopping for a printer, you see this is the same tactic that he used more than 15 years ago to secure a so call date with me. Well, we bought no printer on that day but ended up in the cinema, shopping and dining instead. The printer was just a plain excuse from a kampung boy who wants to tackle a kampung girl... LOL. I'm not sure about this "printer" date but sure sweet of him to ask me out after 11 years of being married to this kampung boy. Kampung boy has turned into a kampung uncle now but love is still very much in the air....

May I present to you our Spottie

Finally, we have some pictures of Spot. Isn't he cute but don't be mesmerized by his innocent appearance and pity camera face as he turned out to be quite a naughty guy. Yesterday while we allowed him to wander around the garden, he found a spot, dug the soil and uprooted some of my flowers. Last evening I saw him standing near our fish pond with its paw at the edge of the pond, something fishy is playing in his mind. He is into biting every little thing that moves, I guess it's time to discipline him...
"Am I a cow or a puppy, help I'm confused!!"


Camera shy... "go away"

Sit boy, sit... good boy

Mummy's finger is finger licking good

"Help, the step is too big for me"

"Hi, I'm shy"

New Addition to The Family!

Yeap, confirmed! We have a new addition member to the family! Hmm..... we are proud to present to you our latest member to the Ling Family, slightly over a month old by the name of Spot. Yeap Spot is his name. Yeah, you got it right; Spot is the little puppy we adopted last Sunday from a colleague of mine. I've yet to confirm his breed but one thing for sure he's sure a cutie and for the past two days becoming "nottie" as well. Hubby and I were waken up at 4.00 something in the morning for two consecutive days, first day due to his "weaning" and this morning a 911 rescue call as he has landed himself in a 2 feet depth drain at our backyard. No turning point as we've already got ourselves into this sticky situation. The whole family unanimously agreed to the idea and had openly declared our commitment.

I'll upload some of his pictures later. At the mean time the sheltered backyard will be his home, we hope to toilet train him and set a routine for his businesses when he's more ready, at the mean time we simply enjoy his company (when we are not being awaken unnecessarily)and hope he will be manageable (if not how?? open for adoption??). The kids simply adored him and we thought it's a good time to teach them about ownership and responsibility (if that materialiized) else additional work for MIL, hubby and I. So Spotty, you better be good we hope to have you for a long time.

Before I was a Mum

I received below write-ups through an e-mail this morning and I believe it echoes the little thoughts of most of the mummies out there. To all awesome mummies out there “Blessed Mother’s Day”, to those who are not a mother yet, take this opportunity to express your love to this wonderful woman of your life, to those who have lost their mother, recollect those special memories you have had with her.

Before I was a Mum,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mum,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mum,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mum,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mum.

Before I was a Mum,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mum,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mum.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mum

Now that I’m a mum I can totally relate to the author’s thoughts. Have a wonderful week ahead.

Upclose with Amber Chia

Last Saturday after dinner, we hang around at Q'bay mall and happened to meet Amber Chia, our own breed of supermodel in person. She was there for a model search cum Charity event cum opening ceremony of an eatery there. We took the opportunity to snap a photo with her, aren't she glamorous? I commented that she looked wonderful, she shook my hands and said thank you. Oh yeah she also gave my ex-neighbor's son a peck on his cheek. How sweet eh...

The right words at the right time..

It's the kindy practice that whenever there's a spelling, ejaan or "ting sieh" session, the child need to obtain the parents' signature of acknowledgement as an evidence that parents are aware of their child's progress in those tested area. Below was the conversation between Emily and I one evening concerning the subject matter.

Emily: Mommy need your signature... I did not get all right for my "ting sieh"
Me: Hmm....checking and putting my signature on the page (actually no big deal, I remembered she got 4 out of 5 correct).
Emily: (Quickly keep the book and took out another, the spelling book this time). Nah you can look at this as long as you want and you'll be happy, forget how I fare for my "ting sieh".
Me: (Puzzled, I wonder whose side of genes that she got this from)


One evening, when Emily and hubby were spending some time outside the house they bumped with our neighbor Mrs.XX.

Mrs.XX: Hi Emily!
Emily: Hi Mrs. XX
Mrs.XX: Nice staying at your new house?
Emily: Yes...
Mrs.XX: Which one is better? Your old or new place?
Emily: Certainly the new place.
Mrs.XX: Why?
Emily: Because over here I can get to see you.
Mrs.XX: (The heart must have been melted by her words)

You see, my girl really knows how to position herself and makes the most out of the situation. I shall not fear for her surviving skills, as the song goes "She will survive".

As for Michelle she's the straight forward type, no twist and turn, very predictable. Both of them make a good blend.

Nostalgia

Just the other day hubby and I were talking about good old times.. I told him what we have in Kampar 3o over years ago and decided to blog about it.

Nostalgia 1: The lady who sold "tau fu fa" (Tauhua in cantonese)
There was this chinese lady, probably in her late 40s or younger but I can still remember she probably look older than her age due to hard labour earning ends meet (I can still pictured her - lines on her forehead with dark complexion). She has a powerful and high pitch voice and balanced two big wooden drums on a wooden pole (like the scene in the old kungfu movies where people used to do that when they need to fetch water from the river.. hope you can imagine that). She will shout "Tau fu fa, tau fu fa", often times my mom will ask us to go out, stopped her and ordered a few bowls of the sweet and smooth desert. In one of the drum holds an inner metal drum which consist of the "tauhua" and in the other drum holds bowls, utensils and some water. She used to ask us for some water for cleaning as she could not possibly carry all the water she needs. Mind you she only walked and I don't think we could imagine the hard labour she has to go through for the sake of making a decent living.

Nostalgia 2: The old man who provide sharpening services
Now there was this particular old chinese man, almost toothless and once a while he will popped at our main gate and shouted "anything to sharpen? Knives or scissors". Mom will always ask us to open the gate, invite the old man in and digged whatever scissors and knives that we have at home. He will then sit on the floor, took out his sharpener and began sharpening each tools, he will then cleaned them and returned the tools to us well sharpened and sparkling clean. Mom always rewarded him more than he asked, he used to return to us the extra but mom insisted he keeps it. So for a few years whenever he is in town (I guess), he never fails to appear at our main gate, there were times the interval was so long, we thought and asked if he's still alive. When he did appeared at our door step we were so happy to see him and opened the gate for him, took out a pair of scissors (sometimes need no sharpening) and just see his hands working. Somehow I understood that mom don't want him to feel bad feeling old (useless) and merely passed him some notes though we could see man of his age really should be resting at home. But then he may not have a home. I cannot remember when he stopped coming but we guessed he must have moved on... hopefully I'll get to meet him in heaven someday.

Nostalgia 3: The roti man
The roti man, a skinny indian man always with a "cerut" in his mouth and occasionally chewing "sirih". He is more advanced compared to the tauhua lady and old "sharpener" man as he owned a bicycle fixed with a big blue wooden box on it. Whenever he is approaching (about 8.00pm) he will ring his bell and we could hear him almost half a mile away. I will run out, wait for him in front of my house and ordered the famous "roti planta" (bread with planta) or "roti kelapa" (coconut bun). Sometimes mom will ask me to help the roti man pushed his bicycle up the slope and together we will count "satu,dua,tiga" and with all my might pushed the bicycle up together with him. He will then sell his bread to the neighbouring area and by 9.30pm or so we can always hear him charging down the slope, making the all too familiar bumping sound as he crossed the metal drain's cover right in front of our house. There are times if we missed him on his way up, we will normally on standby mode to stop him on his way down. Just the other day while at the traffic light I saw this familiar scene, another roti man, also with a blue wooden box but now on a motorbike.

Time has indeed changed the way things were... now our neighboring tauhua man drives a van, there's no more manual sharpening services and our roti man is on a motorbike. As I recalled the good old times, it makes me feel like a little girl all over again.