His dad has gone quite madcap about buying caps for him these two weeks and just added another one to the collection this morning. I was about to protest when I noticed the resemblance with my Takuya Kimura in Sora Kara Furu Ichioku no Hoshi. 

Okay, the cap isn’t that tall, the hair isn’t as long and my boy gotta learn to smile with his mouth pursed but my heart definitely skipped a beat…

This morning was the boy’s first school excursion and guess what?  I decided to tag along. As a volunteer in name, but really with the objective of being a protective mummy.

I suppose a good excuse I can give is that I’m a hands on mum who likes to get involved in my child’s education process.  But the truth is I’m really not very good when it comes to letting go of my kid and am not keen on the idea of giving him independence as yet.  Certainly not too healthy I know, but well, that’s me.

Anyway, we had a good time and I was glad I went along.  It made both of us very happy and I also had the opportunity to watch him interact with the other children in his class.  And yes, as a volunteer, I also did my part and helped to ensure that all the other kids were taken care as well. 

But of course, my heart was only with him.

My two boys at home are now so consumed with playing on these game stations. 

For the small one, I have some amount of control as in I can designate the time that he is allowed to play on the little gadget. 

And very fortunately, he has been rather cooperative, limiting himself to at most 10 mins at each play, twice or thrice a day.  At the same time, I found that this is actually good in his eye training as he is currently tops in class when it comes to related activities.

For the big one, obviously I have no control.  In fact, it has gotten so bad that he’s coming home late, claiming that he was hooked on the game station and hadn’t realised the time. 

So who says such stuff are bad for kids?  I say, they’re bad for adults.  At least where my household is concerned! 

It would have been nice if I can say that this is our everyday life, idling by the harbourfront enjoying our beers and sausages because we live off a comfortable dividend and we don’t need to think about work evar.

But sausages everyday will probably contribute to a bad bad case of BO!

Increasingly, I’m receiving more emails from fellow bloggers or readers asking me for my personal information or suggesting a meet up. Let me put on record once and for all that I value my privacy highly and will not entertain these requests.

I’m also aware that I’ve gone round some blogs saying that I don’t believe in friendship via blogging.  I probably come across very aloof but that is my take and I stand firm on that. 

My personal blog is a sanctuary where I bare my feelings and my thoughts.  Some of these are not even privy to my closest of friends.  The reason why I do not invite my friends to read my blog is because there is a limit as to what I will reveal to them, and likewise, there is a limit to what I will reveal to my blog readers.

On one hand, I value the interaction I have with many of the bloggers but on the other hand, I like to stay detach.  And this is only because I have a problem with the term friendship.  If I deem anyone somewhat like a friend, then I expect more support, more consideration and minimal judgement altogether. 

So I really prefer a detached relationship in blogging without the vested emotions and personal feelings involved.  That’ll hopefully help me to retain more objectivity when I’m reading blogs and also remind me not to shoot from the hip when I’m leaving comments.