The boy has been really greedy of late, asking for all sorts of snacks and wanting to eat more junk food.  However, he’s still taking a hell lot of time to complete his normal meals, usually averaging two hours.

Of course I’m happy that he’s eating as I’ll like him to fatten him up a bit more.  The trouble is that as a result of his increased appetite, I am growing fatter too!

Like last night.  His dad tried to put him to bed as I was busy rushing to complete some work.  By the time I finished, it was close to 11pm and he was still up, waiting for me.  The first thing he said was he wanted noodles!  I flatly refused him because we just had noodles for supper on Tuesday when I came back after work.  Good thing that my night assignments have finally completed.  Otherwise my waistline will be growing indefinitely, along with his growing appetite. 

And oh yesh, that’s him drinking black tea.  Already.

While I drive on an almost daily basis, there are some things I just refused to do with the car.  Washing is one, and the other is to refill petrol at the station. 

I hate the process and consider it a chore.  The worst is I always forget which side the petrol filler is located and end up parking at the wrong stand every time, thereby embarrassing myself at the station. 

Which is why I always leave it to my man to do the job.  If the car needs petrol, it’s his responsibility to take care of it even if I am the one driving.  So when I’m almost out of petrol, I’ll sound him up and he’ll get it refilled. 

Last night I came back rather late after work and told him the petrol level was low and I needed to drive the car in the morning.  Since it was late and he was tired, he promised to do it first thing in the morning.

This morning I woke up at 6am to do some stuff before setting off to work at around 8.30am.  Just before I left, I suddenly remembered about the petrol and freaked out. 

“Arrgh…you forgot again!”  I lashed out at him. 

“Forgot what?” he asked nonchalantly.

I was fuming and too angry for words.

“Already refilled the tank lah.  I woke up at 5am to do it.”

Ah…how can I drive without him?

Woot!  Imp of Faerie Land has just contributed her piece on how to choose a great mid-priced handbag in Viva Woman!  I find it really useful because we all really need to get our money worth on good handbags.  So go read it all here. 

And yesh, I’m really fickle and have again changed the look of Viva Woman! 

Because after looking at it for a week, I decided it looks kind of like a spam site.  I suppose that’s the trouble with using generic pictures. 

So I’m back to using illustrations again.  But that header you see there isn’t 100% my own illo like those you see here.  I just put it together with some free graphics available online because I needed something quickly. 

When I have MORE time…when I find MORE time…     

I suddenly hate myself for being a female. 

If I’m not a female, I don’t have to bother about forcing myself to make a blardy wasted trip to town to replenish my compact powder only to return home empty handed.

If I’m not a female, I don’t have to get irritated with media messages that say there aren’t ugly women in the world, only lazy women.

If I’m not a female, I don’t have to be seen as the weaker gender on the road and be terrorised by some stupid road bullying men.

If I’m not a female, I don’t have to bother about ensuring everything in the household is running smoothly while I’m at work.

If I’m not a female, I don’t have to look at the flabs accumulated around my tummy and feel extremely insecure.

If I’m not a female, I don’t have to feel so edgy for so many days because of this stupid symptom call PMS.  

Finally, if I’m not a female, I won’t be feeling any of these stupid annoyances and be writing this piece of stupid rant on a Monday afternoon.

I hate being a female.  Only today. 

Lots and lots are happening at the Singapore Expo this weekend!  We headed down that way because I saw an ad on the Asian Children’s Festival yesterday and suggested it since we had no where else to go.  And guess what?  Books galore!  The Penguin warehouse sale is smack right there!   I was hyperventilating and in a state of frenzy! 

There was such a huge selection of books!  Fictions, non-fictions, childrens’ and even some assessment books going from $1 onwards.  More choices and bargains than Doulos for sure! 

The first thing I did was to rampage through the children’s section and grabbed books for Gavin.  Then I took some time to browse through the novels.  I only ended up with a Joseph Heller’s and a Sue Townsend’s but still, I left the warehouse a very satisified mother! 

As for the Asian Children’s Festival which was actually the event that brought us to the Expo, it was such a yawn.  Fortunately, Gavin and daddy had some fun driving around at the Road Safety Community Park organised by Shell next door.  The boy almost refused to go home with us after that.

All three of us had such a splendid time at the Expo.  I certainly hadn’t expect us to stumble upon these pleasant finds in just one morning.  Talk about being at the right place at the right time!    

* The Penguin sale is at Hall 6-B from 10am to 10pm and ends tomorrow.