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I still have a sweet tooth - love sweets, cakes, cookies and now, DOUGHNUTS. Today, we went to Singapore Natas Fair 2010 at Singapore Expo. After Mom had finished collecting all her "homework" (for my maiden trip this Nov 2010), we went to get some Doughnuts. I chose 2 - one with the fruit Strawberry and the other with cherry jam on it. When I got home, I quickly settled down and have them happily. To Mom's surprise, I only finished the strawberry, the chocolate cream and the cherry jam. Whatever had been leftover - remnances of the Doughnuts, I didnt want to carry anymore. Its such a waste of food of course, but nothing can force them into my throat. That's why sometimes, Mom hesitated to buy cream cookies or anything that has filling in between the biscuits or jam on top of the biscuits/cakes/bread; because the rest of the redundant pieces like biscuits/cakes/cookies/any other snacks WITHOUT MY FAVOURITE TOPPINGS (ja

For this whole week, Mom had over-worked and too busy to update my blog. In fact, her updates of blog is getting slower and lesser....  Poor Mommy - her company had gave her a laptop; rather all the other "team members" as well in the same department got one as well. At the end of the day, the moral of the story is to stay contactable and work from home (if necessary). Well, "If Necessary" is a good word to use but Mom was a workaholic in the past before she knew her Supportive Spouse (i.e. Dad). She could work from morning till night even mid-night. Since she has a family now, she is trying her best to create a good balance between work & family. Sometimes, its just so tough for her. Her temper is also not going good as well; due to insufficient rest, over-crushed of her brain... brain juice is drying up though. Mommy's thoughts: - During our younger years, we played and yelled like nobody's business. Discipline, limits, self-control,  responsbilit

My love for cleanliness did not diminish as I grow. In fact, it gets stronger - broom, duster & cloth became my best friends. I do not only sweep/mop the floor at home, I clean windows (locked of course under maid's close supervision), clean the toilet; I even clean Daddy's car (interior) as well. Even a tiny bit of dust cannot escape my eyes. I will always need a wet cloth and a dry one - the wet cloth to clean and a dry cloth to wipe the "droplets" away. Today, it drizzled a bit. So I asked for both the cloths instead. But I realised - no matter how I cleaned, the car windows are still wet. I made a big fuss. Mom then explained to me; the rain had wet the exterior windows; whereas I was cleaning the interior side. That was why the window will never get dry.. Then for a moment, I stopped crying and thought for a good 5 seconds.. and realised it made sense.

No doubt Im starting to have rice for dinner now; but at times - I still try to ask for some biscuits before dinner and especially in the morning before school. I will tell Mom, "Mommy, I don't want to go to school..." and started to fuss. As it is always the same old phrase every morning (from me the moment I woke up from bed), Mom will answer, "Okay (lo)". Then I keep quiet. The next moment, I went to look for biscuits and asked Mom if I can eat. Mom will say, "Okay, then u must go to school after biscuits". That's how she coaxed me to school almost every morning. Otherwise, she has to drag me to school; I would scream to the top of my voice until the whole neighborhood can hear me... teachers who stays the same block as us; asked Mommy about my cries... she felt kinda "embarrassed"though but well, afterall there is nothing much she can do about it.

New Food - Satay I laid my hands for the first time; holding a satay stick made me feel good though since everyone was eating too. I guess I should not be left out as well. I tried a chicken satay and it tasted... well well well, its marvelous my gosh! I cannot stop though, stick after stick. Until I reached out for the 5th stick; not knowing its actually a pork satay, I started to munch on it. The pork meat is "more stiff" than the chicken, so I started to show a face and didnt want it anymore while halfway through. Indeed, right after that; I told Mom, "I dont want anymore". At the initial stage, it was a very pleasant experience but it didnt end up well though. Anyway, Mo wondered if I would eat satay again. Its a good try, eat least I get to taste all different types of foods. Daddy loves Satay and prefers Pork. To him, pork satay is softer than the chicken ones... But Mommy & myself think otherwise. She dun fancy Satay; few sticks are fine. I should

Recently, I started to learn to pack most of my things - thanks to Mommy's constant nagging and "threats"... Hahahaa... perhaps I should not say threats but she used Daddy's name, some of my teachers' names to warn me to pack in case they (Daddy/Teachers) pop by our homes to spot him. Some of my teachers are just so kind. At times, either of them will come by to visit me (since they stay nearby or even same house block as me); just to say hello to me or during the times when Im sick, to see if I am well. Sometimes, I will throw tantrums of course - refused to keep and even ask Mommy to pack for me. Its a very bad habit. So no choice, Mommy has to think of ways to train me up since Im growing up fast now. I am picking up things fast, be it good or bad. Just only, I opened a new pack of biscuits and began to put them nicely into a container. Keeping her fingers crossed; Mom hopes its not only for my things that I would love to pack.

Just now, Mom fried an egg for our maid. I saw it and asked for one too! Mom was rather taken by surprise because she didnt know I like Sunny-Side Up egg until I blurted, "EH, I love this EGG eh!! I want, Mommy!". So she fried one for me.. Initially I only scooped up the egg yolk. I didnt want the egg white since it didnt look appealing. But when Mommy said, "Since u dont eat the egg white, Mommy will eat okay, baby?" After hearing this, I said, "NO NO, I want I want to eat! Mommy cannot eat." So I ended up finishing the whole egg. Actually, it started with my "greediness" and that explains why I will finish the whole piece of egg. So now, Mom knows how to handle similar situation. Of course at times, I will really let Mom finish the certain portion of foods which I dislike. Example, I dun like the leafy part of veggie. I prefer the stem instead since they are more crunchy. I never like fish but if I do not see them literally; Mom hid them by mi

Rule # 1: No Eating in the Car Rule # 2: No Eating in the Bedrooms Rule # 3: No Eating on the Sofa These are the three rules which Daddy had laid down for me. Since I love to carry a packet of biscuits wherever I go, I have to abide to all these "regulations". Its tough though because Im too stubborn to give in to rules. Most of the time, I defy them at home (for Rule # 2 and # 3) when Daddy is not around. But there is no way I can escape for Rule # 1- in the car. Since Daddy is driving, he will make sure I finish all my biscuits before getting into the car.. Poor Mommy has to accompany me, stand outside the car and ensure no bits of biscuits on my clothes and all before I get back to the car.. Well, I can hold the pack of biscuits unopened in the car, but I will bug Daddy - if I can eat them in the car. Sometimes both of them wonder; whats between me and my biscuits.. Yes, I have a thing for biscuits, all the delicious ones. Mind you, I know which are not-nice biscuits s

Out of the blue, the wheel of the stroller just gave way and dropped out while we were making our way for lunch. Daddy gotta make a stop at the nearby bench to fix it. Being a busybody, I squatted to watch what went wrong. I asked a lot of questions and Daddy got quite pissed off actually. Being an inquisitive person, I just cannot help but shooting questions until I get an "understandable" answer from Daddy. Especially in the car; during the journey of either going out somewhere or on the way home, I will pop questions like, "Mommy, where are we going?!" OR "Are we going to somewhere?" OR "Where are all the buses?" OR "Where is the Police Car?"... etc. Sometimes, Mommy has to repeat her answers all over again and again, till she felt so exhausted that she directed them to her Supportive Spouse... Then Daddy will give me a very satisfactory answer. Mom wondered; could it because his answers are very straightforward and hence I didnt

Nowadays, Mom's work is getting very hectic. She gotta leave home early so as to reach Office earlier to finish her ever-piling work. She works very hard; knowing that not much will be appreciated especially so in an MNC but she still dun bother but does her part.. I would say, very much - she is very dedicated in her job. If only she is more ambitious, she would be somebody by now. Talk about the past, well - she could have done so much more and she would be very much sucessful probably. This morning, as she was thinking about her past life experiences while waiting for the school to open in the wee hours; she had pinned all her hopes on me. She hopes that I would be "really" somebody in future... In this reality society, without knowledge and knowing more people; u could just be the small fry forever in your life.. Well, if I can make big - I will not need to slog and work so much harder.. So in short, education is so important...

God knows since when I started to learn dancing... As Mom played the song "Nobody" by Wonder Girls , I started to shake my bum bum; kick my legs and so on...My gestures look so cute though. My teachers ever mentioned to Mom before; that I love to dance and sing in the class at times... I should have "brought" the songs and dance moves back to home and I really did. Well, of course it is good to see that I love to "move" around, my bum bum.. to be more specific.. I wouldnt want to appear to look so boring! I would love to dance with Mom the next time yeah.