I wonder if all parents say this to their kids? I remember my mom saying this to me. My husband also has the same experience. What am I talking about?

“You’re really not our child. You were abandoned and we picked you up from the garbage.” or “You’re were left at our door.”

So last night, I said something similar to the boy. It was unintentional, but the topic cropped up after he watched last night’s chapter of The Ultimatum and asked me, “Are you my son”? Of course he meant to ask if he’s my son and feeling wicked, I told him that he was swapped at birth like the girls in the drama. Almost immediately, tears welled up in his eyes and I had to assure him with the truth to pacify him. Not satisfied with my answer, he even went to search for his baby photo and asked if that was really him.

I can’t say for sure what prompted me to tease him but I did enjoy watching his reaction. So I can definitely say with certainty that I’m quite a sadist for a mommy!

Everytime I visit my hairstylist, our conversation will inevitably steer towards a common friend. A friend, whom I used to be quite close to but have gradually stopped contact over the years. And now, our hairstylist is our conduit for “staying in the know” about each other because she also goes to him for her haircut. He’ll tell me how she is doing and what kind of hairstyle she’s keeping now. I believe he gives her a brief about me whenever he sees her too.

I didn’t bother to keep up with her after I realised that she wasn’t so keen on contact after I got married and had a kid. I’m not sure why, but perhaps she feels her single life has no place for my friendship?

And funnily enough after the last conversation with my hairstylist about her some weeks back, I met an old college mate in the same afternoon. Well, I was in a hurry and I spotted someone familiar. I believe she saw me too but both of us just walked past each other without stopping to say hi. I figured out it was pointless to greet her because I didn’t have much to say to her although she was a confidante at one point of my life. Nothing happened between us but she just veered herself clear of my path as soon as she found out I was dating.

Well, this is how it is. Values change over time. People drift apart for reasons unknown. Some friendships are not always permanent. But life goes on.

A few of my colleagues were smittened with the boy when I brought him to my workplace recently and left him with them for a few hours while I worked.  They said he was so sweet and well behaved and they’ve since kept asking when I’m going to bring him over again because they’re too happy to babysit him.

I wouldn’t have left him in the room if I had a choice but it was a last minute arrangement.  Good thing the boy is quite meek, takes well to adults generally and is very patient.  That’s why I had no qualms about bringing him along even for my hairdo and beauty treatments on some days.

But he doesn’t always put on his best if the adults are playful with him.  Like about a week ago, we were both having a spa session together and were greatly distracted with the boy’s runnings and shoutings outside the room.  All because there were young adults who played soldiers with him.  So you bet we did not have a very restful spa session ultimately.

Still, we’ll continue to bring him everywhere we go, even for work and meetings if we have to.  They always say three is a crowd but in our case, he makes good company for us and we can’t imagine not having him along!

A reporter from The Straits Times wants to feature me as one of the beauty bloggers in next week’s edition of Urban and they want me to go down to SPH to have my picture taken tomorrow evening.

I agonised over that request for awhile and decided to reject the opportunity for “fame”. Sure, I would love for my blog to be featured as that would mean more exposure and possibly more traffic. However, I thought about it rationally and I don’t think I want to risk my privacy for this.

Although I think the topics I cover in my organic beauty blog are slightly different from the usual but unfortunately, beauty blogging is often thought to be fluffy and I’m not keen for the people I work with to think any lesser of me because of stereotypical thinking.

Plus, it’s such a shallow world out there. Some of them won’t like the fact that I’m an old blogger covering a topic that is often associated with the young and beautiful. Already as it is, people are making judgement based on what I write and saying that I shouldn’t be more than 33 years old!

So nah. I will passed up the opportunity. Maybe I’m thinking too much into this but I certainly don’t want to be flamed for some short term fame.