Who moved my freaking cheese?

Not sure how many of you are familiar with the book. But I for one, never used to embrace change so easily but over the last few months, I am beginning to think that nothing is ever constant..... so why fight it?

We all know that change is something, as a "thought" is easier to accept, but not as a manner of practice. So reminder to self, change - I don't know if it is a bad thing or not, but the outcome of which, I think I can control. So embrace the fact, that someone freaking moved my cheese again .... where the heck its gone or if it gone for good, I will just have to simply go looking for it or new cheese .... and hopefully some good will come out from it. Not just for me but for those around me.

That new cheese had better taste a lot better.

What an interesting start to a new year ....

I know this year is going to be Awesome. It started off in the most special and truly unique of ways. New Year's Day was my chinese birthday and it went started with being with family, loved ones and friends - talk about a great way to kick start the new year. Then my niece was born yesterday. The first day of school. She is absolutely beautiful and holding her reminded me of all the miracles in life that I am truly thankful for. Next, we welcome the year of the Dragon, which makes this year really really special to me for Chinese New Year, is also on my actual birthdate. 


Now, how often do you have both your birthdays falling on a New Year's celebration. Its got to be a really special year this year! Hopefully not just for me, but for everyone else around me whom I hold dear to. 


Happy 2012 ....... 

39 and counting

3 a.m. 

5 years ago. I can remember this very clearly. 


I woke up in the middle of the night screaming ... "OMG, I just turned 40!!!" and I remembered Jeff being startled only to realize that I had been dreaming and telling me to go back to sleep (although it really seemed like a nightmare to me at the time).

I am 39. 


Now. 


At this precise moment of time.


I won't be in a month's time. 


But unlike 5 years ago, I am really happy where I am right now.

I ask myself, "Why?"

1. I am blessed with a loving and beautiful family.

2. My parents are still here with me and I love them to bits.

3. I have a great extended family and every one of them is important to me.

4. Lots of awesome friends whom I love very much and cherish (you know who you are!).

5. I am in awesome health, never felt better in my life.

6. I look great (when its not a bad hair day or if I am royally hung over).

7. I live all facets of my life to 100% and I still enjoy being me!

8. I am not bored.

9. I get to travel and enjoy awesome cuisines ....

10. I have hobbies.

Am I looking forward to being not-39? I don't care anymore actually for as long as I have and treasure what is closest to my heart - all of the above. 

For all it is worth, 39 had been a great year. More to look forward to ....


Until another 3a.m. 5 years from now, when I will probably wake up screaming, "OMG, I am turning 50!"

Tooth

Aidan was so cute over the weekend. On Sunday, after drinking his milk, he ran to me, clearly upset over something. "Mummy! Mummy!" and I asked what's the matter. "My tooth ..... my tooth is shaky" and he burst into tears. I told him it was natural and that he would be getting new teeth because he was growing up just like his sister. Having seen the "drama and trauma" by his older sister and cousin, he probably thinks that dropping a tooth is the most painful thing in the world. So he moped about for the rest of the day.

Tuesday night my mum in law made muffins which when first out of the oven has the most delightful smell even the hardest of dieters cannot resist. "Mummy, if I eat this, will my tooth fall out?" .... I said, "No, because it only started to be shaky on Sunday, at most, it will fall out in a week or two." "OK" and he started eating one and I brewed my cup of tea and continued chatting with him about school. So we chatted and he munched on .... After a while he was intently looking at something that he had in the palm of his hand.

"Mummy, ...........................do you think this could possibly be my tooth?"

There, in the palm of his hand, was something small, whitish and most definitely looked like a tooth.

I said, " it does look like a tooth but quick, open your mouth so I can see ..."

And true enough, a little gapping hole in between the bottom row of his front teeth.

He then asked through a mouthful of muffin, " Is there blood? a lot of it?"

I said there was but not a lot but more importantly asked, `you did not feel anything right?'

He gave me a huge smile and I think he was really relieved that it was not as horrible as he had imagined. For that I am truly thankful that the first tooth drop experience for him would be a good one and I was there to experience it with him.

19 more to go.

Sorry Blog - been away for too long. So here is a new story!

Let me tell you what happened to me yesterday.

I woke up crazy late so had to rush to send my daughter to school so that I don't cause her to be late. So I had to park right next to this huge bushy plant. So exiting out from my side of the car was itself a challenge. So I had a facefull of leaves, dried leaves, twigs .. you name it, I had it on me.

So we got to school on time. I really dreaded having to get back into the car and also contemplated getting in from the passenger side but with all the other parents around, I thought against it. After all, if I could get out, surely, I would be able to get back in. Which I did, after another facefull and hairful or leaves, dried leaves, twigs ....

Then I drove to work. When I got out, I had to investigate whether any of that forest ended up in my car as well and as I suspected, I had to remove a dozen or more leaves. Sigh. Off to work now.

Lunch. I decided to have dim sum at Chulan Square so I drove there. That's when the excitement starts. Normal conversations in the car with my friends from Legal and Business Bank. Blah Blah .... then I felt an itch on my neck that could move. How odd. That was around about Wisma Genting. So I knew, had to be an insect. I am not very good with insects. So pray hard, this would be a small one. 

So a quick flick and something green landed on my lap. Phew. Not cockroach. That would have send me straight into the back of the car in front of me. Ok, but the idea of `still, it’s an insect' really bothered me. What bloody insect it this and Shereen, you still need to concentrate on the road. I could see it from the corner of my eye making its way back up my shirt until it slipped under a crease. Panic Panic Panic .. half my brain wanted to get out of the car. The rationale side of my brain said look straight ahead and concentrate. The other half wanted to scream. The other two in the car with me was pretty oblivious to the turmoil going on in my head but I think they could sense it a little since I was alternating between `get the green insect' and `damn this traffic'...... 

And then a triangular head peeks out from under the crease and looks at me (still looking at it from the corner of my eye). Great. Its playing peek-a-boo! But then I already knew what it was. Since only one insect that is green and can move its head like that, had to be a praying mantis. Shit. Custom has it, that I cannot kill a praying mantis. It’s not good luck (don't know why) but either way, I cannot crush the guy. But, there is no guarantee that won't happen if it decided to venture further into my clothing. Luckily for it, it was happy where it was. So I took a piece of tissue, and from the corner of my eye, I really prayed it was still under the crease and grabbed whatever was under and passed the entire white bundle to my friend seated in front. Who asked: Should I check if it is in there. I said no, just in case it climbed out and another hunting fiesco would start.

By then I got to the car park, quickly parked and checked the car to see if our green friend was still lurking in it or on me. Must have been an odd sight, since I was really fast out of the car and looking all around myself. Then told my friend to leave the tissue on top of another car (not risking it climbing back into the car). That was when the little green head popped up and it looked as if it was wondering where it was this time. A sigh of relief for it and myself, I said goodbye and I think I  saw it wave back.


Moral of the story: Don't wake up late.

Kids these days!

A shopkeeper asked Aidan today.


" How old are you? ". 



5


" How do you know you are 5? "


He calmly responded, " Measure me then".

When did they grow up so fast?

Whilst driving my little girl to school today, I decided to ask her a hypothetical question. `Girl, if mummy stayed home, not work, and looked after you, will that be okay?'. She opened her already large eyes really wide and said, "No mummy! You cannot do that. How will I get my butter cookies from Aunty Alina if you don't go to work".

I guess I had that coming. Since she was born, I have always been a working mummy. Quite an alien concept to me as a child growing up because I always had my mummy at home with me. I wonder now how I would feel if I had grown up with a working mummy.

"But mummy will get to get to spend more time with you". "Its okay mum! I get to see you at nights, on weekends and on holidays". 

So now I ask myself. That should be every working mummy's dream answer. But its not. I do wish that I had more time to give her. And that by being home more, she would want me to be around. Not just a night, weekend or holiday mummy. 

But mummy.