After reading Allison Tate’s The Mom Stays in the Picture, it made me realise that my mother did the exact same thing. She dodged photographs cause she said she didn’t look nice. I have probably only seen a handful of photos of me with her.
For that, I’m gonna make sure I hold, squeeze, tickle or smother my son in photos so he can keep these memories of us forever.
I like to tell people that I celebrate my birthday everyday in September. It’s partly true – I meet up more with people, I shop more, and I tend to pamper myself a little more than any other month.
This year was the best birthday so far. I spent the whole day with my boys. I woke up to my son’s toothless smiles, jabbering and koala cuddles. Oh yeah, and my husband too 🙂
I am not sure if it’s age but hanging out at a club the night before to usher in my birthday wasn’t how I intended to celebrate. Instead, I met up with most of my good friends, had poolside potluck parties, a girl’s night out, invited people over and cooked for them, and to end the month, my husband is taking us on a short family vacation to Singapore.
When I was pregnant, I told Prav that I did not want to have our child sleeping in the same room as us. He agreed and we told ourselves that we will wait till our baby was 6-months old before we moved him out. My husband’s Norwegian colleagues told him that back home, the kid is in their own room from the very first day.
I’m not sure if it’s Asian parenting but I was really reluctant to move our baby into his own room. I gave my husband a million excuses from ‘we can’t move him tonight, we have not bought a baby monitor!’ to ‘we need a new house, there’s simply not enough space in this one’.
All my excuses were shot down and 3 weeks ago, we spring cleaned and rearranged our house to turn the guest/study/store room into a comfortable bedroom for our son. Our baby has had no trouble since the first night we moved him out. I am happy to report that no one’s sleep was harmed in this migration.
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Our little one is fascinated with touching the ‘forbidden’ things when he’s allowed out of the play yard – the hangers and clothes pegs, the tv remotes, the cupboards, and the latest – the modem!
I’m in love with Martha Stewart’s CraftStudio app! It’s really easy to add and edit your photos, and it has the prettiest backgrounds to choose from. Download it onto your iPad here!
Growing up, I used to hate my brother. He’s the youngest, the only boy, and he cried all the time. So I stepped on his Aliens. So I hid his Transformers. So I made him cry. So what?
But there came a time when we realised it wasn’t so fun to keep fighting and that’s when we became friends. Dad got him a Micro Genius set, the one where you put in a cartridge with 200 games! We could play for hours (if Mum let us) – he used to let me win once in a while so that I would continue playing with him. Hahaha! There were a few younger neighbourhood boys who used to come over to watch him play computer games. They worshiped him. It was really cute.
I started playing the World of Warcraft because of him. I was miles away in Sydney but that was how we connected. My husband calls us Beavis and Butthead cause when we get together, we just giggle at each other’s silly stories.
It’s my baby brother’s birthday tomorrow. The same baby brother who stuck gum in my hair, the same baby brother who I drove to and from tuition, the same baby brother who annoys me (the same baby brother who I annoy), the same baby brother who sat in the garden with me digging up Mum’s grass to look for earthworms (yuck! worms!), the same baby brother who woke up with me to watch Saturday morning cartoons.
My baby brother turns 27 tomorrow. And yes, we still play computer games together 🙂
You’ve got to be lying if you’ve never fought with your sister. My sister is 4-years older than I am. We
fought fight like mad. My parents used to point out how different we are. When we were kids, my sister hated vegetables, I hated meat. She liked scrunchies, I liked ribbons and barrettes.
I remember it so clearly, we were having lunch at our dining table and she says ‘You know, I love my name – Allison. It’s unique, it’s uncommon. Not like yours – everyone has your name’. I couldn’t rebut. It was true. I went to school with 3 other Melissa’s. So I pulled her hair. Or hit her. Or told her to shut up. Or all of the above.
We shared a bedroom which housed most of her things. My stuff was usually her hand-me-downs. You might think it’s sad but you wouldn’t believe how happy I was to be the new proud owner of her things! I recall one day before her friends came over, she said to me ‘if my friends ask, that NKOTB poster belongs to you’. I nodded and said ‘Ok. Got it’ hoping she’d let me in the room to hang out with her friends. She locked me out 🙁
We are still different. She’s the one who had been planning her wedding since she was 10. I’m the one who didn’t know weddings had themes. She follows recipes. I read a recipe and extract the idea. People easily annoy her. Oh wait, that bit, we’re the same 🙂
I never gave it much thought when she told us her ambition. A veterinarian? Neat! I get to send my pets to her in future. My shallow perception of her job is far from what it is today.
Dr. Sharmini Julita is part of the International Animal Rescue focusing on primate rescue in Bogor, Indonesia. Her recent works include the release of six rehabilitated pig-tailed macaques and two slow lorises back to their native island of Sumatra (click here for the full article). IAR definitely deserves more attention for their extensive efforts and commitment in the struggle against the illegal animal trade.
IAR Indonesia was recently featured on BBC’s Indian Ocean with Simon Reeve. Click here to watch a clip.
Venus begins to cross the Sun's face during the transit of Venus as seen from the west side of Manhattan in New York (Taken from The Guardian)
AJ sent me the link: venustransit.nasa.gov. If not for her, I wouldn’t have bothered. It was a good site, took a few minutes to stream but the image and audio was surprisingly clear.
As I watched and understood it more, I couldnt help but wonder- December 11th, 2117 was 105 years away. I wouldn’t be around for the next transit. And neither would Prav. I don’t think there will be a technological advancement or an elixir of youth by then, so likely not even my children would see it. Maybe my grandchildren.
Watching this redefined time for me. The grasp I have on the people I love suddenly became tighter.
That’s the number of photographs I have stored on my phone. This does not include the 198 videos. I hate to have to delete any of them for it’s as if I’m deleting a memory.
But I have them all. If not on my phone, then in a hard disk. If not on a hard disk, in a private album on the internet.
There are so many memories and moments I want to remember forever that I wish my brain was a video camera because I’m afraid I will one day forget.