Bye Bye Everyone (for a while)

On my way to meet my client and am using the hot towel to clean my screen – my client has a pet peeve about dirty screens. Patchy screens will immediately be hijacked and suddenly you will see her scrubbing away in the middle of the meeting. If its beyond her repair, she will hand the whole laptop over to her admin for total sterilization… I better start polishing my screen now and shine it on her face later, hope to gain three stars at the start of the meeting.

Anyway I have am blogging in flight because finally I have personal time. “Blog about me, blog about me..” I hear that from Ken and recently Chris!!! Haha yes but in terms of hierarchy of importance, I need to first blog about – Recyclable Enzymes!

Whoever thought of this brilliant idea is a true contributor to the world. Let me explain for those who now look confused.

Industries use enzymes to speed up chemical reactions, in the case of washing powder, such enzymes attach themselves to surfaces and run chemicals past them, hence cleaning dirt and stains. Enzymes are expensive and currently after each wash, they get drained away. The new big idea is to soak clothes in small quantity of enzyme infused detergents then wash the load in cheaper non enzyme infused detergent. Clothes actually become cleaner and the detergents used for soaking can be recycled up to 200 times!!! BANG!! Wah!! I can testify to that because my mum always practice this method claiming white clothes will be whiter! She never knew the science behind why but now I know!!! Gonna get off this freaking plane and tell my mum the breaking if not frivolous news of the month.

Back to loved ones - Ken had a theory. In life we have a choice. A choice to be happy, a choice to be sad. A choice to be slim, a choice to be fat. A choice to be fat and happy (I think that is what he is trying to say). A choice to go to the airport at midnight from home, a choice to go to airport from old airport road… SUPPER!!! This husband of mine, sure knows how to make me happy!! Sugar cane juice and satay here I come!

Anyway he makes logical sense. Life can be a mad rush that one forget about simple important things like being fat and happy at the same time. Walked past the mirror one day and saw a gigantic slab of cellulite, if not for the fact that I was so intrigued by how extensive it can spread, I would have fainted on the spot. Its ok, Megan can easily revived me with her loud “mummy mummy” while jumping up and down on my body.

For a moment, I thought of Chris introducing Carb Blockers to me. You see, Chris is tall and hatefully slim. Even female masseurs try to seduce him. “ you have such good body…. Are you a model? Your shoulders are so straight and broad… oh you better take off your clothes, your muscles are ripping them apart…” Imagine me trying to suppress my laughter by swallowing it and pretending to sleep and not hear a thing in the neighboring bed. Almost died. Back to the future, now that I see that cellulite in the mirror, I think back on why my masseur remain silent throughout my massage, while Chris’s masseur praised and seduced. Pushing slabs of fat from left to right is hmmm nothing to rave about. DAMN. I do need Carb Blockers after all.

Happier news – Ken and me are going to leave for Barcelona for much needed personal time this weekend. We chose Spain because my air miles are expiring in a big way and because Euro is weak. Just yesterday, heard news of Spanish banks going down and dragging the economy and currency further downhill. Yeah but no Yeah… Got to be sensitive to others...

Alex tried hard to get us a friends and family rate for MO Barcelona but it was all booked out!!!! Peter Kelly called and told me all the exciting stories and swear to email me maps and contacts before vaporizing into thin air… Thank you so much Peter! V helpful indeed. Ken was suppose to take care of the Pyrenees then gave up and say why dun he just take care of the tapas, paella part... Oh well. Desperate in packing because can't fit into any pair of jeans -oh curse the jeans. So many things to do and nothing done. 

Anyway tentatively, bye bye Singapore and everyone!!!!! Do not contact us!!! If I am bored enough to actually blog in Spain, I will (try)…. Cheers... Oh? why this blog no photos? Of coz lah, who got time to upload photos before a big trip!!!!

Family Update

Naughty Pie just reached one and a half years old... What a milestone! What huge changes!

The most noticeable change in her is speech.
"Daddy, Mummy, Ah Ma, Gong, Po Po, Jie Jie, Gor Gor, Ah Bek, Sim, Kak Kak..." Ok she knows all the important names.

She is a talker, a screamer, and a persistent negotiator: Two most important words in her life which she fully exploits to her utmost advantage are "More more more MORE!!!!" and the infamous "No No NO NO NO NO!!!"

 

Book, Water, Nose, Milk, Apple, Eye, Hair, Mouth, Ear, Cheek, Shoe, Socks (which she loves to pronounce as Sucks), Press, Hello,谢谢, eat, soup, sleep, brush teeth, bath, hot hot, Bye Bye, Pain Pain, Night, Kiss, Bear Bear, Ball Ball, Scared Scared, Wet Wet, ,  etc.... Oh then she sings a funny version of twinkle twinkle little stars. It goes like this ".... star...are....high...sky...star...are". 

She is starting to be very selective in her choice of playmates. Not everyone is welcomed and her favorite strategy in every game got to be divide and conquer. On that note, she usually wins. Between Kenneth and me, Ken is certainly the one who disciplines and puts his foot down. One glare from Daddy and Megan usually backs off. With me trying to remove something from her? It will generally end up in a tug of war and "no no no NO NO NO!!!!"

She thinks Daddy is more intelligent than me. She listens to daddy's stories calmly n falls into sweet slumber but when I tell the exact same tale, Megan laughs uncontrollably. Damn, am I an animated clown or what?

She eats. Ken feeds her everything to my disapproval. He is trying to make Megan a potato chip addict. I was told that potato chip is the Andy Warhol of the food world - it is about the surface, the texture, the instant overwhelming gratification. Yah Yah I understand that but Megan is still too young for that!!! Yes she eats cheese cake, chocolate, ice-cream, french fries and almost has no regards for the legal owner of whatever we place on the dining table during meal times but hey... NO potato chips...

She climbs. Discovery of chairs, movable ones that is light enough for her to drag or push around must feel like Columbus discovering America for the very first time (fine, he did not discover America, he found it)... In truth, the world is a badly designed place for the little ones, everything is of a wrong height. Chairs to Megan is certainly not for sitting but for standing on. Everything that was denied to her suddenly become available... and boy does she milk that chance. We suspect chairs give her stature - her "no no No NO NO" always sounds louder when she is 45cm taller...

Vain, Megan is pretty vain. Loves to do "make up" like her Ken's sister. Any string can be a necklace, any rubberband can be a bracelet. And she loves bags. Not to carry anything but to lug around the house. Easy peasy, Mimi custom made a pink haversack with adjustable straps and a blue sling bag with a ladybird button. NICE!!!!! I also want....

All in all, family time is fine and often hilarious.