Just Talking

Till we meet again


It’s been more than a month since she left.

Passing by certain places always trigger memories of her.
Shaw Centre.
The Ship.
That R&R stop.
That particular scent.

She was a hair stylist and a very successful one. Her brother was regaling us with tales of how he, as a shampoo boy, was washing hair for hours straight because the customers just did not stop flowing. There were queues outside her salon everyday.

She used to cut my hair until I thought it caused undue stress on her. Then I got stressed getting my hair cut by others because she’ll be viewing it through the eyes of a hairstylist. Because of her, I believe that salon brand shampoos are better. And I never colour my hair (plus I’m too lazy to keep coverng up the greys).

She helped so many people, friends and family, along the way. She always gave generously of her resource and herself. Others before self might have been her guiding philosophy.

I’m thankful that while others have to deal with a mother-in-law issue, mine welcomed me with open arms.

I’m thankful because if it wasn’t for her tenacity and sacrifice, the husband might not have been born. She went through a baby’s death and several miscarriages before the husband was conceived. And even then, she had to be on bed rest for 6 months, just to keep him safe.


I’m thankful that she is with Jesus now because then I know this is not end but we will meet again.


Almost Cheated

I almost got cheated but thanks to Google and people who were willing to share their experiences online, I didn’t.

I had wanted to get my hands on a Hongmi especially after reading its reviews. Ordering directly from the store was impossible since the phone was sold out within minutes and besides, I seem to only hear of the launch after it’s over. Thus, when I chanced upon authentic Hong Kong export sets, I decided to grab it.

I’m sure we all know what was the outcome.

The dreadful thing was that if I had not chanced upon some dubious feedback, I could have been conned. When I went down to the store to demand for a refund, I didn’t even have to raise my voice or bang tables for it. It must be such a common occurrence for them!

When I asked them about the authenticity of the phone, they claimed it was their supplier which sent the wrong batch, and yet they continued to sell them, taking a chance that the consumers would not be tech-savvy enough to know better.

And so I’m posting this in case anyone happened to google about Hongmi or Xiaomi or even the shop.

Please avoid buying your Hongmi/Redmi/Red Rice from this shop:
18 Jalan Masjid
Kembangan Plaza

If you have a Hongmi and you suspect it might be a fake, you can do these:

1. Check if the IMEI and serial number on the phone tallies with the box.
2. Look under Settings and check that your serial number is not some dodgy 123456789ABCDE.
3. Download CPU-Z from the Play Store and check the specifications of the phone, such as screen resolution, internal memory.

There are other methods such as going to the Xiaomi site or the recovery screen but the above should work well enough to assess the phone you have at hand.


The first month is almost over and it feels like time is, once again, zooming past.

In that 30 days, I’ve received news of a death and a pregnancy. I’ve learnt of a gambling habit that was so well-hidden that no one knew about it till recently. I’ve felt hope at a possible job offer for the husband. I’ve encountered intense frustration at the children and thereafter at myself. I’ve already broken my resolutions of a yell and spank-free year (I’ve therefore adjusted it to a more manageable yell and spank less year. I’m sure the kiddos will still be appreciative of that). I discovered the destructive nature of diseases and pondered at my own decision if I was in that pair of shoes. I’ve spent time with a good friend and missed others.

So I remember to be thankful.
For past experiences.
And to look forward to new ones.
To live in the moment.
And not through social media (oh the irony).
And like what I always tell the son, to do my best.

The picture above is credited to the baby whose smile was rather hard to resist despite the unearthly hours. And this post happened because I’m wide awake while the culprit has gone back to sleep.

The Announcement

And so, some might have already heard, we had an addition to the family about three weeks back. Some were surprised, especially friends and acquaintances whom we haven’t caught up in person. Some have asked why didn’t I announce it? Frankly, it’s a little difficult to jump onto Facebook and announce I’m expecting when I have friends who had recent miscarriages or have been trying to have a child for a while.

Anyway, with the experience of pre-epidural pain, I wisely gauged my timing and had a smooth labour and delivery.


Now the question in everyone’s head is how am I going to manage everything and everyone? Honestly? I have absolutely no idea. I am the quintessential P which according to Myers, I prefer to keep decision open. In my world, it means putting off major decisions and planning to the last available minute.

But I’ve been trying.

These past weeks, I’ve been sitting down, cracking my head over meal planning and the homeschool timetable but each time, it’s to no avail. All I end up is a bunch of impractical recipes that are simply drool-worthy just thinking about them, but hugely impractical with the three of them clamouring for attention.

So what am I trying to say? I’m not too sure too. I just put everyone to bed and it just seemed a waste going to sleep. And I wanted to test out my new photo app. And that’s probably the reason why this post is deteriorating into nonsensical rambles. And therefore, I think it’s best to say adieus for now.

The Move

So we’ve finally settled in and made the place more of a home than a house. Which is just a nicer way of saying it’s way messier now.

The kids seemed to be enjoying it this far although there are certainly drawbacks. For one thing, libraries are non-existent here. The only Library that I know is the pub a few minutes drive away. So are parks. Where we were once able to simply take the public transport or even walk to the nearest park, we are now somewhat stranded. I constantly berate myself for not acquiring that driving license eons back. The only walking we’ve done thus far is to the supermarket nearby and to the roadside to grab a cab.

The upside is bright though. Our money goes a longer mile here and the freedom is something that cannot be bought. I’m only going marginally crazy everyday so that’s good too. Our homeschooling journey is starting off pretty slowly but hopefully it’ll pick up by next year after the our next big happening.

Bone Marrow

I’m sure by now, most would have been aware of Karen Cheng’s call for bone marrow donors. Especially if you are ethnically Chinese.

She wrote about her donation process and if you’re in Singapore, it’s even less complicated than that. In fact it’s so simple that it’s somewhat anti-climatic.

The Bone Marrow Donor Programme has 3 locations where you can sign up to be a donor:
1. BMDP @ Kingly Building
2. Blood Donation Centre @ National University of Singapore
3. SGH Haematology Centre


I went in, told them I wanted to sign up as a bone marrow donor, given a form to fill together with long cotton buds for the buccal swap aka inner cheek swap. One minute on each side and everything’s done.

I think the son was waiting for some fireworks because he was somewhat disbelieving it was over.

The thought that I might actually be able to save another, just by taking this first step, is indeed humbling.

The New Love (And Distraction)


So I finally went ahead and got myself a Kindle.

I’ve never been so excited to receive something, and so anxious about its transit here. Everyday couldn’t happen soon enough.

Ever since then, there’s been no turning back. There’s a little flaw here and there but overall, it’s perfect.

But the bad thing is that I have this incessant need to check out the Kindle books almost everyday and as a result, stuff it with frivolous reads. And get dark eye circles from staying up late, trying to sieve out the treasures among them.

No regrets though.