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A New Record (Not to Be Proud of)

The new Singapore past time – tracking the PSI like the stock market. Thanks Sumatra for helping us to reach a new high today, once again.

Every PSI unit is a photo filter

What used to be the norm, now a rarity


However, because of your hot beds, my house smells like it’s on fire; I can’t open my windows so my aircon is on 24/7 and my bills will skyrocket; my head and eyes and nose and my babies are suffering; and I’m easily irritable.
So, I would really appreciate if you would be a man and own up to your mismanagement, focus on cleaning up your act and preventing future mess, instead of pointing fingers.

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A sign from my hair

The hubby plucked out a strand of white hair in my crop this morning.

This is my second strand in my whole life.

The first was found and plucked just few days before little boy popped.

Interesting.

Akan datang, little girl.


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Home

On Sep 2008, two of us took a one-way flight to post-Olympics Beijing.

Although Little Boy and I have been home in Singapore since last christmas, it feels like we’ve never left. Now that the hubby is homeward-bound on SQ too, the unit is complete.

Fast forward 3 years 7 months, three of us are back. For good.


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Home

On Sep 2008, two of us took a one-way flight to post-Olympics Beijing.

Although Little Boy and I have been home in Singapore since last christmas, it feels like we’ve never left. Now that the hubby is homeward-bound on SQ too, the unit is complete.

Fast forward 3 years 7 months, three of us are back. For good.


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On The Parent du Jour

The Parent du Jour is a project pioneered by Lisa and her team, who are on a mission to feature 365 mums and dads around the world.

I thought the idea was great fun, and also that it would be interesting to see how I view my not-too-long parenting journey on paper. Maybe I would learn something new about myself.

So here’s my report card after two and half years as a full-time mum (I have accepted the term full-time mum is me, moi, watashi).

Deep eye bags!