Last Day Of The Year

Happy New Year to all my readers and followers. Hope 2010 is another wonderful year for you and another great year coming your way in 2011. Will be quite busy in January, beginning of new school term, Chinese New Year, spring cleaning and all. I will continue to post like usual but I don't think I would be able to blog hop as much as I would like to, like before. Anyway, thanks for reading and following my blog, will try and visit as many of you guys / gals as possible.

Happy New Year! Smile always! Stay happy, healthy and wise!

Hold my hand

Every time when an elderly couple seen walking together, holding each other's hand, most would stop and say "Oh! So sweet!" or "Maybe they became a couple just recently."Is it to most, their expectation is that, when couples reach that ripe age, they were suppose to grow apart?

Someone once told me that when she is interested in a guy, she could not see other guys that is around her except for him. Once he is her steady boyfriend, she began to notice that other guys are far much better than him. Guess once she discovered all his strength and weaknesses, she focus on his weaknesses, and other guys seems to be better now.

Perhaps this is what makes couples grew apart, the longer they stay together, the more they see their differences. Oh, I had seen married couples, not only grew apart, but starts to hate each other. Wasn't she / he your first choice, those days, when you have so many to choose from? In the end it would lead to divorce.

I find that a lot of Asians, as they grow old, think that it is a bad thing to show their love and affections to their spouse in public, especially when their children are around. What is so wrong about giving your spouse a kiss or a hug or hold hands in front of your children.

There was a time when hubby and I was lying around in bed, side by side, watching t.v in my room and my 13 year old passed by. He stopped, looked at both of us and said, "Do two of you have to be so romantic?" Hah hah. That was funny, to both of us, then. Maybe he too, after so many t.v dramas and movies, thinks that as parents grow old, they aren't suppose to do things together.

I would say, if you really want to stay as a couple, happily for ever, accept each others differences. Act and think like a conjoined twins. Even twins have their differences. They only look alike, don't really think alike. A couple of arguments and disagreements is healthy between anyone. Don't make it a big deal and never try to change the other person.

Thanks for reading and hope, hand in hand, we make it work, happily ever after.

Good Wife (funny tale)

A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him, and how fortunate he was to have her. He asked God, "Why did you make her so kindhearted?"

God responded, "So you could love her, My son."

"Why did you make her so good-looking?"

So you could love her, My son."

"Why did you make her such a good cook?"

"So you could love her, My son."

The man thought about this. Then he said, "I don't mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but why did you make her so stupid?"

"So she could love you, My son."

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" A psychiatrist is a person who will give you expensive answer that your wife can give you for free."

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Just for laugh! Enjoy!

Another year

December is here again, so soon, marking the end of this chapter, regardless of a full few hundred pages or just a piece of nothing. If you made it this year, good for you, if not there is always next year, but if continue to think that way every year, you are going no where. Life must go on regardless of what happened this year, no doubt. One more week to a brand new year, a new start with new hopes and new targets and maybe new friends or new office for some. What ever the future holds, make full use of the next 365 days, as there are only 24 hours in a day, not to mentioned those hours we need for sleep, meals, bath etc which means that we only had quite little time to spare. May next year be a better year for all, Happy New Year to all, welcome 2011 with open arms, new hope and create history.

Lab Mouse

Look at the cute little fellow. I am actually very afraid of mice. One did came in my house one day. As hubby was looking around for it, I would hide myself in the room with the door shut tight, and up my bed. If I happen to be at the kitchen with a mouse around, I would be on top of the chair in no time. Hubby would laugh at the silly me. He always said why a huge fellow like me be so afraid of a tiny fellow like this. I just can't help it.

This cute little fellow was to be sacrifice in the name of science the next day. My eldest son is in the science stream, form 4. Few months back, his biology class need them to dissect a frog and a mouse. I did that too when I was in form 4. My son was in charge of getting the mouse.

We went to the local pet shop and asked for white mice and the lady said they ran out, ask if it is alright to have a grey one. Well, a mouse is a mouse be it grey or white. Took it home in this container. I have been staring at this little fellow for quite sometime and noticed that it cleans itself almost every half an hour. Never knew a mouse would want to stay clean at all time.

The more I and my youngest son look at it, the more we find it adorable. My youngest even suggested that we free him. He also asked why the school syllabus includes killing adorable animals. Hmmm at least he died for a good reason, education, good enough.

The next day, my son said, even though the mouse was heavily sedated it didn't stop kicking when they try to cut it open. My son said it was a real fighter. He felted pity, couldn't cut, his friend did it. Oh so cruel. Guess none from my family would end up being a doctor.

Thanks for reading. Merry Christmas to all Christians around the world.

Helping a robbery

When I was young, we stayed in a two room flat, walk up apartment with no lift, with my grandma, mum and sister. All the units shared a common corridor. There is only one door leading to each unit, that is through the kitchen. So our unit's kitchen faces the kitchen of the opposite unit. At the end of the common corridor at both end, is the stairs.

The unit opposite ours, lived an elderly lady in her late forties. She stays alone. She goes out to work at about ten in the morning and be back late at night. One day, a boy, around 19 or so, came and stayed with her. She told us that he is her son, from outstation and will be staying with her for a few days. During his stay, he was quite polite, would always smile and say hi when ever he sees one of us.

Few days after he moved out, he came back, one afternoon, on a week day, with few friends and look like they were snooping around the house. My sister and I were at school. The lady opposite was at work and so was my mum. He turn around and saw my grandma cooking in the kitchen. He came over to our house and told grandma that he had left something very important in the house and his mum could not rush home in time. He said he is going to break the pad lock and need to borrow a hammer. He also said that he had called his mum and she don't mind him breaking the lock.

In just seconds, he broke the lock and went in the house with a friend, while another friend kept watch at the gate. Within few minutes, he came out and even return the hammer and thank grandma for it. He left in a hurry.

Few hours later the lady came home and was shock that her house was broken into. She asked around if anyone had seen anything and grandma told her everything. It must be difficult to accept being robbed my her own son. I can't remember if she made a police report.

Same thing happened to my neighbor few years back. The elderly couple came home at night after work to find their room being ransacked. Made a police report. There was no sign of break in. After thorough investigation, found out that he was robbed by his own son.

Guess it must be devastating to be robbed by their own flesh and blood, that adorable little fellow whom they nurtured and cared for, that had suddenly turned into a monster overnight. Maybe there are signs that indicates that this might happen but like most parents, they could either be in denial or ignorant to acknowledged. Poor folks, hope this never happen to any one of us.

Thanks for reading. Really an eye opening tale for me.

Incompatibility (funny tale)

Edward : Jame's wife is suing him for divorce

David : How come?

Edward : Incompatibility

David : How in the world did she catch him doing that?

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Court Humour

Q: How was your first marriage terminated?

A: By death.

Q: And by whose death was it terminated?

Q: Can you describe the individual?

A: He was about medium height and he had a beard.

Q: Was he male or female?

Q: Are you sexually active?

A: No, I just lie there.

Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?

A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember.

Q: How long has he lived with you?

A: Forty-five years.

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Thanks for reading and hope this is good enough for you to laugh out loud.

Hilarious journey of pregnancy

Due to my miscarriage (my 1st pregnancy) I was extra careful the second time when I got pregnant. My mum was staying with me that time. Everyone treated me like a queen. Kinda missed those days, hah hah hah.

Hubby would drive me to work right up to the door step. Fellow colleagues would treat me extra nice. Anything heavy, or they think should be heavy for me, I don't have to lift, not even a small file. At home, mum would serve me. All I have to do, after I came home from work, is to take my bath and sit in front of the t.v.

Boy, was I pampered, but little did I realize it was the biggest mistake ever. Due to lack of exercise / movement, I had to wait very long to get my baby out, during labour.

On the eve of my due date, I was watching t.v until 12.00 mid-night because I find it quite uncomfortable to sleep by the time I reach the 9th month of my pregnancy. Right after the show was over, I went to the bathroom to pee before I go to bed, like usual. When I got up and was ready to go to bed, I felt I had just wet my pants, so I went back to the bathroom thinking that maybe I could not control my bladder that well now. Silly me, I went to and fro to the bathroom several times before I told hubby what happen. Then my mum said that my water bag had broke.

I had read quite a number of books on pregnancy and labour but little did I expected it to be like this. Mum put few layers of towel in the car for me to sit in case I might wet the car. I took my packed bag and off to the hospital. It was midnight, so no traffic, smooth driving all the way, hubby drive of course.

The nurses put me in a "waiting for labour" room. I stayed there up to almost morning and still no labour pain. The doctor decided to induce me. That was when the pains starts. I was also given a pain killer jab, which is of no use at all. Then the nurse ask if I would like to use the gas. I did, uncountable times, made me drowsy but the pain was still there, no doubt.

That morning the midwife gave me a vitamin pill and half a glass of water. Soon after that a lady came in asking what I would like for breakfast, I told her, too painful to eat. Then came lunch, follow by dinner too. I didn't eat at all. I had never gone without food for so long. I felt I had been laying there in pain for years.

Hubby already mentioned that he doesn't want to be in the labour room when the baby arrived and my mum said it is best not to force him as not everyone could take it. He did pop in to check on me from time to time. Every time when he pops in, I felt the pain to be more painful than when I was alone in the room. Is it just me or do you all felt the same?

There was a time when he walk in and I was in great pain, I griped hold of the side steel bar of the bed and almost bend it. He had never seen me in such a manner before. Straight away he told me that it is alright to have only one child. I did mentioned to him, before this, that I wanted 2 children no matter what.

Then, the moment we all had been waiting for, had arrived. The midwifes put a plastic sheet on my tummy. I was asked to push as hard as I could. Boy, I was already exhausted trying to combat those horrible pains and now they want me to push? I was so numb and drowsy I could feel nothing from waist down but was a good girl and did push with all my strength. Once he was out, the midwifes put him on my tummy. They cleaned him right there, on the plastic mat, on my tummy. The nurse wrote my name on a plastic tag and place it round his little ankle.

The next day, very early in the morning, a nurse woke me up, telling me it is high time to try to breast feed. I walk slowly to the nursery room and before I enter the room I thought I have a look at all the babies there, to my surprise, I could not recognize which was my son. Oh boy, this is embarrassing. I walk into the nursery room, a nurse asked for my name, due to security wise, the nurses there will only release the baby with the name tag, same as the one I was wearing, bearing my name.

During breast feeding, I had a good look at him. Oh boy, I had better be able to point him out later when friends and relatives starts visiting. What an experienced, such a miracle and a hilarious journey too, as for me. Don't mind going through the whole journey again, minus the pain, of course. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy reading it too.