Going bananas!

Mother sent me this email with the title: "A Banana A Day Keeps The Doctor Away".

The first sentence in the email went like this: "Never, put your banana in the refrigerator!!!" The email then went on to extol the virtues of that yellow-skinned fruit.

Okaaay....

So, I saw this email after my mother burst through the door earlier on and exclaimed: "Never keep bananas in the fridge!!!"

Trying to keep my attention on Deal or No Deal on Channel 5, I asked: "Why?"

She replied: "Don't know. That's what the email I sent you said."

Hmm...

Wah Lau. Turns out she misinterpreted the email!!! The email was trying to explain why we should all eat our bananas and not keep them in cold storage (pun not intended). The point is, we can keep our bananas ANYWHERE, as long as we eat them to enjoy the benefits of the fruit!!! Oh man...

I can't imagine that my mother didn't even bother to find out the reason bananas should be kept out of the fridge!!! How can she believe the email just like that, misinterpretation aside???

Sigh...

I wanna be a Campus Superstar

J and I went karaoke-ing the other day. That was the first time I'd ever sung in the open room ie the room where others sing and can hear you sing. A bit paiseh, but also quite shiok!

J said: "Pls lah, you want to wait until you're 40 then sing for people to hear? At that time they say nice also too late already! Now you're 28 only, just sing!"

It was fun. Decided to try out Remember Me This Way by Jordan Hill, a ballad that Keith my ex-singing teacher used to force me to sing nine years back. I always thought those songs were so cheesy, but no choice, they are difficult to sing and therefore make good training songs. I think I still sounded decent that night.

Then I turned to J and said: "Sigh, if I were still young, I would join Campus Superstar..."

J turned to me and replied: "Me too!"

Haha!!! 我们真的老了。。。

what a crazy week

What a crazy week it has been. Crazy crazy crazy. I'm tired, but my mind can't rest. It's gotta do with work, but I refuse to say more.

I really need a break. Or rather, my mind needs a break.

On a side note, I'm not such a perfectionist after all. In recent months, I've been working within my limitations. And accepting the imperfections that come with it. I'm not even complaining. Yes, I'm not even complaining. How cool is that?

those damn kids

Of course, I say "damn" with affection. And I really can't help it.

I visit Sher's blog and I smile when I read about her adventures with her children in aussieland.

I watch lil' Ethan clamouring for his mother's attention, and I shake my head in amusement. (Imagine a footballer faking injury on the soccer pitch - yes, that's Ethan all right.)

I listen as Ethan mummy, seated on the steps at Boat Quay with me and L while Ethan goes on a rampage, saying: "Seriously, you guys should cherish your singlehood when you can." And I try to nod inside.

I listen to the heartaches of my youths' parents and I go: "Oh man, what a difficult job it is to parent!"

I think about how he freaked out (and decided to look elsewhere) when he had to entertain the thought of having kids, and I think...

How did I take so long to realise how much I want kids? Despite the risks, somehow, I still want them.

Oh gosh...I finally feel it in my bones - I'm getting old.

The first 4/6 baby

The 4/6 girls saw one another through rgs, rj, courtship and marriage. And now Karen has popped. Baby Chloe was born on Friday. Maybe we should come up with a class of 4/6 family tree! So proud of Karen.

Release, relief

Title: eye peering out of blue egg shell


Title: jack in a box

Over the three-day experiential and creative arts therapy course, we had produced art pieces of seemingly ordinary experiences. The topmost one (Title: eye peering out of blue egg shell) was a response to having to move to a piece of music played. The one below it (Title: jack in a box) was a response to a 15-minute wordless stroll with a fellow participant at Fort Canning Park.

At the end of the three days, we were told to look over our artwork to find common themes. I remembered what F said about my drawings being about "boxes", and how she would not have thought about drawing "boxes", and I went hmm... Interestingly, yes.

And after much thought, one theme emerged and fit for me: When I release my grief and fear, then I experience relief and comfort.

I've been such a closed up person all my life, afraid to let others know how I really feel. If I could describe myself, I would be a bottle with a tight cap. It was the need to be strong for myself, and for the people I love, that I refused to be opened. I was afraid to imagine what it would be like to be vulnerable, and how that would affect those close to my heart. So I remained closed.

But. Now, I'm glad. Glad that I'm releasing. Because I'm finding relief. And the best part is, I find that I'm not hurting myself or those I love. And I'm healing. Great stuff.

Title: boy and girl

Title: boy and girl

raw

Just came home from worship practice.
I'm a bundle of raw nerves now.
Touch me and I might crackle.