Punished (funny)

Lum Lum came home from school and said to his mother, "Mommy, today in school I was punished for something that I didn't do."

The mother exclaimed, "But that's terrible! I'm going to have a talk with your teacher about this...By the way, what was it that you didn't do?"

The little boy replied, "My homework."

Phone Number

Mei Mei's mother received a call from the teacher about her seven-year-old daughther misbehaving in class. Back home, Mei Mei and Mommy discussed the situation. In conclusion, she asked Mei Mei, "Do you understand what you did wrong?"

"Yes," Mei Mei replied, head hanging. "I made a mistake at school."

"And what was that?" Mommy asked, hoping to reinforce the point.

"I told the teacher our phone number."

Mother's Writing

Teacher : This homework looks like your mother's writing.

Pupil : Of course, Teacher! I used her pen.

Homework

One student to another: It takes me about two hours each night to do my homework - three if my dad helps me.

Just for laugh! Enjoy!

Caught In The Act

When I found out that I was pregnant, for the first time, I start reading and learning about parenting from books, newspaper, old wife's tale from old folks and friends. One frequently asked question about parenting was, should the child sleeps with the parents. This reminds me of a story from my friend. True story that happen to her.

At that point of time, my friend only has a daughter and she had been sleeping with them since birth. One fine night, when both husband and wife was in the mid of doing it, they didn't realize that their little girl, about three years old then, was not sound asleep yet. She saw part of it and went back to sleep.

The next morning she woke up and went and sat on mummy's tummy and went up and down and up and down and asked "Why did daddy play horsey with you so late last night in the dark?" Oh boy! What an embarrassing moment! She went to the office and told all of us. We had a good laugh. I was pregnant then. After her tale, I told myself, no way that my kids were to sleep with me.

So from the day I took my son home from the hospital, I let him sleep in a cot in a separate room. The first year, with my eldest son, my mum was staying with me, so my mum sleeps with him but never in the same bed. I want him to get use to having a bed of his own. By the time he was one, I got him a single size mattress, lay it on the floor without a bed. Training for him to not fall off the bed.

When I got my second child, I added another queen size mattress on the floor next to my eldest son's single bed plus the baby cot by the side. The first few months, I would sleep with both in their room. By the time my second was able to walk, he choose to sleep on the mattress with his brother, in a room of their own. When they get older, I upgraded them to a single bed each but still share the same room.

Every night at bedtime, I would change them into their pyjamas and instead of a bedtime story from the story book, I would switch off the lights, lay down besides them and teach them about facts of life and all those general knowledge that a child should know. They would ask questions, we would joke around and have a few laughs before bed. In my opinion, happy thoughts before bed will come with sweet dreams instead of nightmares. My two sons had never before come running to my room scared and unable to sleep. Unless if one of them were sick, I would sleep in their room to keep an eye on them. So far so good.

Just last month my youngest son, 14 years old now, said he missed those days where we would chat before bed, so I told him maybe we should start doing it again. With school homework and t.v and handphone texting and facebooking, my sons normally do not have so much time for me now a days. Yeah I missed those days too, listening to their funny yet innocent questions and statements.

Those days they were eager to learn from me, like a sponge, now most of the time I would be learning from them. Thanks for reading and happy parenting to you. Any interesting or funny parenting tale to share?

Sweet Sour Potato Carrot

This is a simple Chinese dish that I learned from t.v. All you need is carrot, potato, dry chilly, Chinese sausage, sesame oil, a bit of cooking wine, some black vinegar and a pinch of sugar. Cut every ingredient in match stick size. Heat wok and add sesame oil.

Stir fry potato and carrot. Add some cooking wine, follow by Chinese sausage and dry chilly. Lastly add vinegar and sugar to taste. Dish should be dry with no gravy.

Thanks for reading and hope you will like this dish.

Working life - in my teens

Since mum told me that I will not be attending college or university due to financial constraint, I made a promise to myself that I will not spend anymore of her money once I step out of school. Mum got me my first job, temporary job actually, at a friend's place, counting and vetting through contest forms. (I mentioned it in my previous post) . It only last for about a month and a half.

I could still remembered very clearly, on my last day on the job, I took some of my salary and went shopping for clothes, shoes and bag, preparing for my next real job. As usual, I took a bus home. While I was in the bus, I was worried where and how am I going to find my next job, for I will be jobless from tomorrow onwards. Moreover, I am still waiting for my SPM results and will not have any certificate to show my qualification etc. Upon arriving at the bus-stop near my house, I notice a new supermarket right where I got down from the bus. Had never noticed it before. There was a big "vacancy" sign outside.

Being an Aries, bold and always in a hurry to get things done, I went in and ask for the office without realizing not only do I not have a resume but also a hand full of shopping bags. A girl showed me the way. So happen the manager was in his office that time. I went in with all those shopping bags. Everyone was looking at me. I introduced myself and asked if I could work there. He asked me a few questions and next thing I knew, he gave me a form to fill, told me about my salary and ask me to start the very next day. He even hand me 2 sets of uniform. I got the job as a cashier, my first try in getting a job. So proud that day, kept smiling all the way home.

The supermarket was just walking distance from my house. So everyday I would go home for lunch and dinner. Granny would cook for me and my sister, who was still schooling then. I made a lot of friends there. The boss was nice, so were the supervisors and fellow co-workers.

I worked there till I got my SPM (form five) result. After that I start applying for jobs with some banks. Mum said for a girl, I should either get a job as a teacher or be a bank employee. I have no clue what to expect or know which road I should follow. I just leave everything in the hands of my guardian angels above.

My first three jobs was good, no complain, except that the salary was low because I lack working experience and still in my teens. The above was only my second job. I find that once I step into the twenties, all those fellow colleges start to take me more seriously and no more pampering. They began to feel that I am a treat to them. That is when I felt the competition had began and fully understood the phrase "it's a jungle out there".

Thanks for reading. How was your working life? Were you happy all these while or stay on the job just for the money?

What's wrong with me

This woman rushed to see her doctor, looking very much worried and all strung out. She rattles off, "Doctor, take a look at me. When I woke up this morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair all wiry and frazzled up, my skin was all wrinkled and pasty, my eyes were bloodshot and bugging out, and I had this corpse-like look on my face! What's Wrong with me, Doctor?"

The doctor looked her over for a couple of minutes, then calmly says, "Well, I can tell you that there is nothing wrong with your eyesight..."

Don't Be Silly

Samuel goes to a psychiatrist. He says, "Everybody hates me!"

The psychiatrist answer, "Don't be silly. You haven't met everybody yet."

Tell Me Why

The psychiatrist at our local hospital received a postcard one morning from one of his patients. It read, "Having a wonderful time. Wish you were here so you could tell me why."

Just for laugh! Forget about all your worries and have a good laugh!