Overheard

Again, on my way to my favourite hang out in SG - Orchard!
I’ve been lucky enough to be able to head there at least once a week. It’s the third time this week today. I go there most often for massage and dinners with friends. Arissa stays at home with my PIL while Mama does her thing.

Anyway when we first announced the name to be given to Arissa, my MIL obviously made a few phone calls to announce it to relatives as well.
That morning, during one of the phone calls I overheard her conversation going something like, “Ang Moh mia kio Arissa. (English name is Arissa.)..... mmm si Alice! Arissa! (Not Alice! Arissa!).... mmm si!! Mm si Alice! A-R-I-S-S-A.”
I chuckled. Whoever on the other end of the line was probably thought my MIL can’t pronounce L and asked, “Ohhh, Alice ah?“ hahahah.

Signing off. Time to do CNY shopping! 

Living my Chinese horoscope life

My life has changed forever. :D

I spend my days milking myself away. I spend too much time doing this. Probably the most productive thing I’ve been doing in the last 2 weeks.
In between those sessions (which are once 3-hourly, doesn’t matter if it’s day or night), I squeeze in time to carry the little one, bathe, have my meals, nap, massage, go on social media and reply messages. And really there’s not enough time to nap. 2 hours if I’m lucky, one if I’m slow. I don’t know what sleep is anymore. Considering I didn’t sleep a wink the night before I went into the labour ward and I didn’t sleep the night LO was born, I’ve not slept for more than 2 weeks. Pardon me if I’m cranky!

The only good photo of me and LO in the last two weeks. One which I’m not in my pajamas and doesn’t show my eye bags and dark circles.
Can you see how small the little one is??? I don’t think I have large hands but as you can see here she’s so small in my arms.

And then one with the eye bags and pajamas - and a MOS burger! That’s me protesting over the confinement food. 

No wonder Courtesy Lion gave up

There is something so wrong with this society.

I’m not small by any standards, and pretty bad at balancing myself. Almost gonna pop. 

Yet people in the MRT are not budging to give up space for elderly and I’m expected to do so I suppose? I’ve done it before and today another elderly woman came to stand in front of this priority seat where I am at. Opposite me, on the other priority seat, a man around my age is with his headphones gaming away on his phone. All around me are young people. Really??? Am I really suppose to be the one to give up my seat? I had to do it once before and I felt so ashamed of the young people around me who failed to give up their seats for this one old frail man. I was happy to give up my seat then because I was only a station away anyway. 

All these are on top of the few times people just pretended not to see me. Fine with me, because on those few incidences I only had to go through a few stops anyway. 

That’s why for longer distances, I’d rather take buses than MRTs. It’s easier to find seats and less agony and disappointment. 

People in this society, truly shit. Exactly how I felt when I came here 10 years ago. Still hasn’t changed!

Edit: After I posted this, two other elderly came in and again stood in front of me. Beside me was a father carrying a toddler. I can’t expect him to move. When I got off where I did, the fat guy occupying the priority seat in front of me who’s been so busy gaming got off too. Looking back I should have used my umbrella to poke him from where I was and told him to budge! 

Irresponsible doc

The wife of the late Chris Cornell is seeking to sue his doctor for prescribing drugs that ultimately caused his death/suicide.

Can the wife of Chester Bennington sue this same doc for Chester’s suicide?
Chester was broken after Chris Cornell died.
#gonetoosoon

Not a fan of social media at this time of the year

For the last one week I keep seeing photos of people attending Halloween-themed parties or posting photos with Halloween filters.
Sorry I don’t get it.
Halloween.
What’s so special about looking gory? Of course there are people who use this opportunity to dress slutty...
I just don’t get it. Is it cool or nice to paint your face white and then smudge lipstick all over??
Or dress up as popcorns or weird characters..? Huh????
Ijustdontgetit. I’m so bored of these appearing on my Instagram and Facebook. Cannot wait for this time to be over.

Act Now, Idiots!

What a damning report on the state of the environment.

Save water - do you think no energy goes into purifying water?
Save energy - why use the air-con when you don’t need it?
Save fuel - take public transportation.
Save paper - something we do carelessly use and throw takes so much to produce.
Reduce plastic waste - why recycle when you can reduce? China is no longer taking in the world’s plastic to recycle. Your government will soon, like the US, be unable to deal with all the plastic waste and end up incinerating them like regular trash.

Let’s encourage our family members to use their own refillable water bottles when going out instead of buying bottled water. Discourage the use of plastic bags. Bring your own food container when taking away (I applaud BP folks when it comes to this! They truly deserve a pat on their back!).

Re-use plastic bags.

Also, if you know a supermarket is giving out shitty plastic bags (looking at you AEON), bring your own recycle bag especially for things which has sharp corners (eg cereal boxes) that’ll tear the plastic bag. You know that bag can never be re-used again, even as a trash bag. So why bother taking it?

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Simple tasks have become so hard. Clipping my toe nails require some kind of acrobatic effort. Even roaming about Orchard Road is an ordeal now. My toes have become pretty dexterous as bending down to pick up things is pretty arduous too. Even sleeping is hard, having to be like an Indian roti flipping about to ease aches on different sides of the body throughout the night. When Markus is at work I literally lie on and cover all corners and sides of the bed. 

These are trying times

I swear.

I cannot take the bloody tantrums. Not when I am dealing with all those hormones myself.