There’s been a spade of memes making their rounds. This blog has recently received two; one from Doris and another from Paris Beaverbanks. Thanks for the linkylove ladies! And here’s my participation.
Tag from Doris on ”Who is the 1st Blogger you met?’”
Who is the first blogger you met?
Technically speaking, it’s Ashes of MySpellBound who is also my friend.
Who is the blogger ‘You Most Want to Meet’?
If Takuya Kimura blogs, then he’s the one I want to meet MOST.
Who is the ‘I can meet, want to meet, but somehow never got to meet’ blogger?
No leh…
Who are the group of bloggers that you most want to meet?
Maybe some of the mommy bloggers…but not altogether. Group gatherings frighten me.
Do you have any bloggers/blog readers that you would like to meet right now?
Yeah, XX, the famous one. Want to pinch her nose and see if it’ll drop off. Muahahahaha…
Tag from Paris on ”5 things you didn’t know about me.”
- I wake up at about 5am daily to do my work or to blog.
- If I’m at home, I can be working on 3 computers/notebooks in concurrent sessions. My hubby always joke that I’m running a big business.
- You heard of that Chinese saying “There are no ugly women in this world. Only lazy women”? Well, I belong to that category. Yes, despite the fact that I do love makeup and stuff. I buy the stuff so that they can sit pretty in my trays.
- When I was younger, I bought a stupid gadget from Taiwan through mail order in the hope that it’ll stretch my bones and increase my height. Needless to say, that damn thing was a waste of money.
- I am especially emotional and cry easily about things unrelated to me. It could be something I’ve read in the papers, a news story or a movie. But when it comes to my own matters, I’m more in control.
So here I tag three overseas cyber friends: Belle, Tanyetta and Esperance. You don’t have to do both. Just pick the one that you like.
The man is into healthy eating lately. He wants to lose more weight. And he has succeeded. In the space of a week, he is noticeably leaner. So that inspired him to cook more.
He went to buy a few Japanese cookery books and studied the recipes real hard. Then he wanted me to go to the Japanese supermarket to buy the ingredients with him. But we had a little tiff and in the end, I was left sulking at home.
He came back a couple of hours later and then dragged me into the kitchen to show me his purchases. Konbu, bonita flakes, tofu and chicken. Then he continued to busy himself in the kitchen and later, presented these to me.
And of course I went ooohh and aaahh…and promptly devour them all.
As for the tiff, it was quickly forgotten. I think when you’ve lived with each other long enough, you don’t bear grudges that easily.
Well, not at least when there is good food to appease you.
I think a lot of times, women always strive to be perfect. To be the perfect daughter, the perfect wife and the perfect mother. But in reality, it is impossible to juggle our multiple roles and yet maintain consistency in all our relationships. Let alone be perfect. Yet we continue to strive, always wishing that we can do more and if we can’t, we tend to burden ourselves with unnecessary stress and emotional blame.
Well, if you happen to fall into this category, then I recommend you read this wonderful article written about mothering.
It’s such a good read and in many ways, a reflection of my thoughts on some days. Of what I used to think of my mother, how that has changed a little since I’ve a child now to how I perceive myself as a mother sometimes. Here’s an excerpt of the original article titled Changing Hands featured on Crazy Hip Blog Mama.
As a mother, though, now, I have to pause. Take stock. Recognize the natural upheaval and discord within a marriage, and the myriad escalations brought into that discord by the introduction of a child. Understand that, while consistent behavior may be desired, and even attempted, it is far from attainable at all times. That the workings of the mind, as well as of the emotions, fluctuate. That the loss of much sleep, post-childbirth, the loss of it throughout weeks and months stacked on top of years, breaks down even further the ability to remain focused enough to capacitate consistency of behavior. That treatment of your family is just – well, inconsistent, no matter how very hard, how ridiculously, arduously invested, with all of your being and soul and spirit, that you might be. And the knowledge of that alone is enough to topple even a medium- or high-strength will.
So I get it. I get that this is tough. This incessant, upstream battle of mothering. Of parenting (because fathers face the same difficulties). Of preparing a new human for survival in our world.
If you’ve had a difficult childhood with your mother, maybe reading the article will help you see things from her perspective. And if you think you’re a bad mother, maybe reading the article will help you feel a little better about yourself.
We could go for rides and spins and have some fun at the amusement park.
With tokens fully paid and our pictures taken FOC!
We usually head out as a family on weekend mornings. However this morning daddy couldn’t make it due to work and at the last minute I was left alone with the boy. Usually I would stay at home when this is the case. But because the boy was all geared to go out, it was impossible to convince him otherwise.
My mind was in a blank as to where to go. Usually, both of us would come up with some ideas together but this morning, being alone, I was clueless. Eventually, after driving somewhat aimlessly for 5 minute, I headed to the boy’s favourite McDonald’s.
Reflecting back on what happened, I actually felt a little lost without daddy. I wished the man to be around instead of me being left alone with the boy wondering what to do together. Because I hardly bring the boy out on my own when he is not around, especially not when it’s unplanned. Well, let’s just say there are just too many things to consider and I rather opt for the easy way out.
I must sound like some whiny mommy here, who cannot survive a moment without the husband huh? Perhaps I am.
Perhaps I’m so used to having the man around to carry the boy when he gets difficult. Decide on the place to go without having to rack my brains. Driving us to the place without getting lost. And most important, getting the car parked at the parallel parking lot perfectly.
