The boy has to be going to primary one next year and I haven’t even checked up the schools for him.  As a matter of fact, I don’t even know the enrollment schedule although it’s supposedly soon.

I’m anxious about his education alright and it’s not because I’m taking my own sweet time.  But rather,  instead of working on his enrollment, I’m currently working on his deferment.   

You see, the official age to enter school is seven but my boy will only turn six next January.  But because his birthday is on 1st January, he has to join the 2002 batch even though he’s born in 2003.

Seriously, I don’t know which scholar came up with such a system and I don’t understand the rationale behind it.  If he is born in 2003, why can’t he just join the 2003 batch?  The only possible reason according to my husband is that school officially starts on 2 January. 

We’re not very keen for the boy to go to school so soon.  While he’s not lagging behind academically, he does have some problem areas we need to address such as his independence level and his social skills.  Moreoever, with a punishing education system like what we have here, we’re not keen to push him that hard.   So deferring him for a year will probably be beneficial for all of us. 

While that sounds easy enough, but the best part of the story is that to defer him for school, we have to send him for some medical assessment.  We have to spend the money and devote the time to do this in order to meet the ridiculous requirements set by MOE.  (Somebody please tell the ministry to wake up their blardy idea!)

Boy ah boy, why couldn’t you wait for another day to be out five years ago?

I’m sure by now, words are going round in the beauty blogging network that I belong to that I’m overly sensitive.  Nothing new.  I know some have already put me in that light before. 

Seriously, how can I not be sensitive if these bloggers don’t respect basic community etiquette and are rubbing me all the wrong way?  And then conveniently blame it on the fact that there were no rules established, and this is not a competition. 

Hello.  You mean I should still remain smiling and give way nicely when some bugger “jump queue” and want to be first when she’s obviously late compared to the rest of us?  Wah piang. 

Can you try to picture this in real life?  What is this call?  Propriety dear.  And some bloggers can take the cyberspace for granted and decide that all these basic etiquettes don’t matter?

It’s funny.  Some bloggers have double standards.  Should I say they deviate really far from their real self.  And the funniest thing is that they think they can get away with it.

I tell you.  In real life, I make it a point to tell people off if they ever try to cut into my queue.  I have embarrassed a family in Italy when they decided it was their right to plonk themselves right in front of me and I have told one “chow ah beng” off for not queuing properly.

So why should I behave differently online huh?

I like being a woman.  But sometimes, there are obvious disadvantage being one.  Such as when it comes to my fingers.  I realized that I can’t do certain things with them, the way a man can freely do so.

Like just now, I was so mad with this blardy taxi driver for cutting into my lane.  I immediately sounded the horn, cursed aloud and when I saw him checking his rear mirror, I almost flashed my middle finger at him.  But then something struck me and I stopped in the nick of time. 

I realized I can’t.  Not because it’s rude or it’s crude.  But because I can’t convey the effective meaning of flashing the middle finger as a woman.  I mean, I don’t have the genital to back me up and what should I say if I’m ever asked, “YOU GOT MEH?”

So you see, I can’t convey the full extent of my displeasure to that blardy taxi driver, unlike a man even though I was so freaking mad.

AARRGGHH…really need to work on installing that loud speaker!

Eating out with our kid can be a chore. It’s a bit hard to try new eateries without considering his preference. And knowing these little ones, their preferences are rather limited. We do get lucky sometimes that he likes our new pick but on most days, it can get frustrating. Which is why we usually end up going back to the same places to eat.

It is not always about the food though.  Sometimes the place turns him off.  Sometimes the people.  Sometimes he’s just not in the mood.

So a lot of times when we do head out for meals, we have to cross our fingers. 

I’m wondering out loud if this happens to us only.

We spent two hours at Sentosa this evening.  Actually after the last failed attempt, I thought we would never set foot into the place again.  But with a new attraction like Songs Of The Sea that will obviously excite the boy, it’s hard not to be back again.  And this time, it was well worth the trip!

After rolling our eyes at the somewhat cheesy start, we were quickly mesmerized by the dramatic effects pyrotechnics, water jets, lasers, computer imaging and fireworks.  If you have enjoyed the musical fountain in the past, you will definitely be dazzled by this extravaganza entertainment.

Despite the interesting show, we almost had to leave midway cos of the boy.  Fortunately, we managed to placate him, complete the show before continuing with the Luge & Skyride.  And unbelievably, I felt my knees going weak when we were high up above the trees.  Not exactly an acrophobia but I had to gripped the seat real tight with my sweaty palms while trying to enjoy the night view! 

Sentosa really has more stuff to offer these days.  I don’t mind going back again for sure.  Provided, not under the blazing hot sun!