Stump her!
Boy:   When I grow taller, I can become like Takuya.
Mom: *excited* Yup, be handsome like Takuya!
Boy:   *ponders*  But how to be handsome like Takuya?
Mom:  (*_*)

Blackmail her!
Mom: See.  Never pay attention!
Boy:  You cannot scold me mommy! 
Mom: Why not?
Boy:  因为我是爱你的!  (Because I love you what!)
Mom: (-_-#)

Blame her!
Mom: How come you still don’t know how to do this?
Boy:  Because you never teach me well!
Mom: (@_@)

So I wrote that I’ve lost a bit of weight and even my fingers are now thinner.  It’s not really drastic but I guess it must be noticeable for people to comment about it. 

I don’t think I’ve done anything significant to contribute to the weight loss but after some internal reflections, I decided that it could be the pineapples that I’ve been eating daily!  It’s not scientifically proven that pineapples have slimming effects yet, but I did find some interesting information pertaining to the vitamins and enzymes which may have positive impacts on our weight.  If you are interested, you may want to read about how eating pineapples has contributed to my weight loss at Viva Woman. 

Okay, I need a favor from the mummies.  I’m trying to put together something about stretch marks at my  beauty blog and would like to know what product has worked (or not worked) while you were trying to combat your pregnancy stretch marks.  Any other information pertaining to that are welcome too. 

Thanks in advance!

Have you ever played with the mimosa when you were younger?  If you have, you must remember how fun it was to watch the leaves droop as soon as they’re touched.

We found some mimosa weeds growing at the football field and introduced them to the boy. And he actually combed the entire field to amuse himself with the sensitive weeds.

Sure these weeds are not pretty but I think they are a source of great entertainment to a child.  Even I still like playing with them.

I was momentarily stunned to see the familiar face at the wet market yesterday. The face was older but I was sure it was her. She didn’t see me even though she stood beside me. After telling the butcher what I wanted, I turned around and looked at her again. Then I stepped forward to acknowledge her. She couldn’t utter my name immediately but she remembered me, I think. I mean, how could she not? We were the “best of pals” in our secondary school.

Maybe she didn’t know it but she had made a significant impact during my puberty. She was the one who paved the way for my first date, the one who taught me more about boy-girl relationships and the one who gave me my first taste of betrayal. We went to school together. We went home together. We were almost inseparable. But behind that closeness lied a silent rivalry. She didn’t like the comments her boyfriends passed about me and I didn’t like the praises the art teacher heaped on her.

Anyway, we drifted apart after leaving our secondary school. I went to college while she pursued a private education. Subsequently, she left for States and I thought she would have settled there for good. Apparently not. I caught that slight flinch when I mentioned that yesterday and I didn’t ask further.

The only thing we learnt from each other was the number of children we have. Maybe the sight of those raw meat wasn’t the best way to invoke any further decent conversation and so we stood quietly and eventually parted ways without even saying goodbye.

I felt a tinge of sadness at the end of it all. I thought quite a bit about her over the years. She was afterall, an important part of my past. But I know she doesn’t want to keep up the friendship anymore. Neither do I. I guess some things are better left behind.

We might meet again, who knows. But I did wonder. If she was better dressed yesterday, would I have gone up to acknowledge her in my shabby attire?

I would feel desperately lost if I’ve forgotten to bring my hairbrush.  But, I’ve never felt the same way when I’ve forgotten my handphone.  In fact, I’ve gone out many a times without the little gadget and felt NOTHING.  But this doesn’t mean the handphone isn’t essential.  It’s just that I’m not emotionally attached to it that’s all.

So when is it important?

* Walking towards the lift and sees irritating colleage*
* Whips out the handphone and looks busy*
* Looks up at irritating colleague with a cursory glance & says HI*
* Continues looking busy with the handphone*
* Lift door opens, says bye without looking up*
* Continues looking busy with the handphone while walking out*

Sounds familiar?  Done this before?  HA!

Actually I don’t do this at all.  I don’t really have irritating colleagues.  Even if I do, there is no fear in confronting them without a handphone.  But a handphone maybe handy if I want to knock them on their head should they say something to irritate me huh?

But it’s kind of funny that sometime ago, my best friend sent me a message when she was at a fencing tournament asking me to please send her some SMSes during a certain hour so that she can look busy.  I obliged, having figured that it was perhaps a fencing tactic she needed to dodge her opponents.

So are you emotionally attached to your handphone? And do you REALLY use it to connect?