If mother's were flowers, my mum would be the most beautiful one

When I went for the interview at TP, I was asked "What inspires you to be a teacher?"

My answer was, "My mother. Believe it or not, my mother is the most versatile person that I know. When I was little, I would tag along as she taught in her child care class. I would see that for hours and hours as I watched her in admiration. She taught phonics, art, music and movement, and about anything you needed her to do. She pushed a van that had broken down when she was having me in her tummy. She fixed pipes, climbed rooftops, and with her creativity, built or made things that were useful as tools around the house. She showed me that one had to be very patient when dealing with children. And I loved how the kids felt so comfortable around her. Adding the fact that my mum would talk about games, and ask them about themselves. Can you imagine how the kids felt, eyes all sparkly when they told their tales in excitement. My mum built a firm foundation for the kids, and that was not only through education, but by also making them into responsible and well mannered kids. Through her, I learned to love kids, and through her, I want to be there for the kids, and guide them through their journey in life. You don't have to be a mother to teach, but to teach, you have to be like a mother to the kids. And I want to be just that, just like my mum, to aid kids towards their success in the future".


I of course, exceeded the 1 minute limit that was given. But I guess, I made it a point to them that I did not look up to someone who was distances away, but someone who is just a few steps away, someone I love, and who loves me back.



Well, when I was younger, I never understood why my mother would always stand by the window to watch us as we make our way to the MRT or Bus. When we were away in camps or when my brother was in NS, she would check her phone every five minutes to wait for our calls. She always stayed up late to wait for us to return home, and there were many times where we came home and found her snoozing on the chair.

And sometimes, even though she was unwell, she would wake up early just to make breakfast for us. She would sit with us as we ate, and only go back to sleep after she saw us off.

Even when she was in Thailand or Malacca, she would call back every now and then to check in on us.



But all that, would of course be accompanied by nags. She would nag at us if we did things last minute. Sometimes she scolded us for not being independent enough, but when we did do things on our own, she would come in and do it for us. Then she would scold us again for doing things too slowly, or last minute. She always busied herself with out things, even when we could do fine on our own.

In an obvious way, my brothers and I are really pampered by her.


Sometimes, it annoys(it's not that we don't want her around, but she's a busy woman, and needs her rest!) us that she would rather stay up just to make sure that we have had our meals, rather than have an early sleep. And she would peep to check on whether we were doing fine, and would jump at the chance when we needed help. And how she always eat last so that there's enough food for us all. And how she'll eat the "not so nice" food, and let us have the nice ones. I guess that's what mothers are like, huh.


And the countless times she defended us against our dad (he's not the bad guy. It's just that having Commando parents is pretty tough sometimes. But it's a miracle my mum is brain washed at all.) And the times when she felt eh urge to slap someone else for bragging about their kids. She always treated us as the best of the lot. And she too, is the best of the lot.

She may nag alot, but then again, it's funny to see her kalang kabut around the house. And then when she realizes that we're laughing at her, she'll scold us and then have her revenge! Well, we treat her pretty much like our friend rather than mom. We'll tumble on top of her, hit her (jokingly), do things to make her ter pranjat, or just make fun of her. She too has her moments where she makes fun or imitates us.

Her "in" word right now? 'So gross', 'so lame', 'duh', 'whatever'. Hahaha, it's funny when she does it because she practically imitates me or my brother Vernon when we say it.



Anyway, a while back, more like many years ago, my brother and I bought a book for my mother, for her birthday.


You must be thinking " wah lao.. birthday leh. Treat her go spa or buy something she wants lah. Buy book, somemore both of you share... Damn gonndu man".


What can I say! I was only 8! And before you stomp to my home to smack me on the head, let me say that the book that we bought was actually SPECIAL.





Yes, that is the book.

It's about the size of your palm, and well, that's not the only special part.


What's the most special is the content inside. This mini book is actually a book of 43 quotes for mothers, be it quotes with heartwarming effect, or cheeky ones. And to those who still don't understand and love your moms enough, read, understand, then read these quotes to your mom. I'm sure it'll make a difference.

1. When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. - Sophia Loren
2. Mothers are the most incisive philosophers. - Harriet Beecher Stowe
3. Instant availability without continuous presence is probably the best role a mother can play. - Lotte Bailyn
4. A mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after. - Peter De Vries
5. Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life. - Sophocles
6. Moter is the name for God in the lips and hearts for children. - William Makepeace Thackarey
7. There's no such thing as a non-working mother. - Hester Mundis
8. Now, as always, the most automated appliance in the house is the Mother. - Beverly Jones
9. If dreams were born where gardens grow, and mums were flowers, I'd pick you.
10. Whatever you would have your children become, strive to exhibit in your own lives and conversation. - Lydia H Sigourney
11. The quickest way for a mother to get her children's attention is to sit down and loo comfortable. (This is so true! I guess, it's become a habit (I'm sure for you guys too) for my brothers and I to disturb her whenever she's comfy. But we do know when to draw the line.)
12. A mother's love is a garden where the Sun always shines and the season is always spring.
13. No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement. - Florida Scott-Maxwell
14. A mother's love and tender care, makes happiness bloom everywhere.
15. Who ran to help me when I fell, and would some pretty story tell, or make it well? My Mother. - Ann & Jane Taylor
16. Who takes the children by the hand, takes the mother by the heart. - German Proverb
17. The more people study different methods of bringing up children, the more they have come to the conclusion that what good mothers and fathers instinctively feel like doing for their babies is the best after all. - Dr. Benjamin Spock
18. It's a wise child that knows its own father, but its one child in a million who knows its mother.
19. This would be a better world for children if parents had to eat the spinach. - Groucho Marx 'Animal Crackers'
20. I have reached the age when a woman starts to percieve that she is growing into the person she least plans to resemble: her mother. - Anita Brookner
21. Motherhood is the most emotional experience of one's life. One joins a kind of women's mafia. - Janet Suzman 'Observer'
22. To become a mother is not hard, to be a mother is.
23. Children aren't happy with nothing to ignore. And that's what parents are created for. - Ogden Nash
24. The are of being a parent consist of sleeping when the baby isn't looking. - American Proverb
25. A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary. - Dorothy Canfield Fisher
26. A mother's patience is like a tube of toothpaste - it's never quite all gone.
27. The first half of our lives is ruined by our parents and the second half, by our children. - Clarence S Darrow
28. Sweet little old lady wishes to correspond with six-foot student with brown eyes and answering the initials J.D.B - His mother (Advert in a student magazine)
29. A mother's first gift is Life, the second is Love and the third is understanding.
30. We never know the love of our parents for us until we have become parents. - Henry Ward Beecher
31. There never was a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him alseep. - Emmerson 'Journals' 1836
32. A mother knows all about children. She knows abour dentist appointments and footbal games and romances and best friends and favourite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A father is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
    
33. For the hand that rocks the cradle id the hand that rules the world. - William Ros Wallace 'What Rules The World'
34. Parents are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfill the promise of their early years. -Anthony Powell.
35. They're a mysterious mob, mothers. - Robert Davies 'What's Bred In The Bone' 1986
36. A baby is an alimentary canal with a loud voice at one end and no responsibility at the other. - E Adamson
37. Even when freshly washed and relieved od all obvious infections, children tend to be sticky. - Fran Lebowitz
38. A mother's love trancends time and circumstances and endures forever.
39. Mother is another word for love.
40. The most difficult thing for a mother to remember is that other people have perfect children too.
41. Parents are the bone on which children cut their teeth. - Peter Ustinov
42. Parenthood remains the greatest single preserve of the amateur. - Alvin Toffler.
43. The joys are never fully experienced until all the children are in bed.

Which quote do you like? Mine are : 6, 9, 11, 22, 25, 26, 29 and 33.



I hope this had made a difference, because it sure has to me.


Loves.

Animals

One word to describe the pictures above? That's right. Cute.

They're so adorable, that you feel like going up to one of them, pinch them on the cheeks, or tickle them on the nose and behind the ear, or even give them a great big hug, don't you?

No one can not smile at a cute kitten that is playing with a ball of yarn, or a puppy trying to climb up the stairs. Admit it, if you saw a puppy pee on your door and then run away, you wouldn't beat the hell out of him. Instead, you would go "Aww, so cute!".


If you still don't get it, let me break the news to you. We are at the mercy of these animals. Especially the cute ones. They have us in their palms, or rather, paws. Make a mistake, it's okay, just flash an innocent face to them, the humans will fall for it.


Well, I was one of the victims. My dog, Junior, is cute. Come on, who has the heart to discipline a dog that has feet shorter than your forefinger, a body longer than your lower arm, and a face so CUTE?!? Junior has the "What am I supposed to do? I'm lost!!" face. In other words, a very 'goondu' face.



My family and I adore him very much, and we pamper him a lot too. He loves to eat Chicken, even though he's allergic to it. We tried substituting chicken for sardine, and he seems to be fine with it. He doesn't eat sausages unless it's fried. And he doesn't eat soup with rice, there has to be meat in there! And if the rice isn't stirred properly and covered with gravy, he'll leave the rice alone. And he loves sun tanning. He would find a spot at home that has the hot sun shining on the floor, and lay there till the sun is gone. He perspires alot, but he hates bathes And he loves the hair dryer ALOT. I made pillows for him, and it has been his chew toy. Other than that, he spends his day hunting for lizards and cockroaches. When he's in the living room, he sleeps with his head leaned against the leg of the chair. And the irritating bit is that, once he's there, he'll never move. And so, we have to move instead. It's the same when he's on the bed. He'll stretch out covering the bottom part of the bed. Tapping him or calling him wouldn't work, and so we have to curl our feet.


Junior has his own spot in the kitchen, near the toilet, where he pees. Since the day we got him, he never pees properly. It's always out of the newspaper. And he knows. Because whenever he pees, and it's out of the paper, he'll dash out of the kitchen.

Now, if I'm not mistaken, what he's trying to do is to "stealthily run away as quick as possible so that no one knows he was the culprit". It was cute at first, but over the years, it's becoming real irritating, having to pick up the papers and then mop it. My mum threatens to tie his "whistle" and would always scold him, literally asking him why he can't pee right.


My dad pampers him alot too, flooding him with hugs and kisses. My brother and I carry him around and whenever we do, he'll fall asleep on us. He's actually a pretty lazy dog. He doesn't bark, but instead makes friends with the Karang Guni Man. I wonder who will protect who when the burglar comes.


And as adorable as he is, he's actually getting pretty smart. He's becoming more and more picky on his food.


Since last month, I have been at home. And one day, my mum came into my room and said "Later when I call your name, don't have to come". I found it odd, but I nodded, and then resumed my game of Harvest Moon.

As predicted, my mum called my name. And sure enough, I didn't come to her. Now, this continued for a couple of days, weeks in fact. I was curious as to why she was always calling my name and one day, I decided to go to the kitchen, where she was calling my name.


I stood at the bar counter, and watched in amazement as Junior ran to the bowl whenever my name was called.

"Wah lao, use my name to ask Junior to eat?"

"See, it actually works. Junior's very naughty. Never call your name, he never eat. Besides, I've been using your name for a long time. And only your name works."

And true enough, as I observed, Junior dashes to his bowl whenever my name is called.



But sadly, this trick doesn't work anymore. I guess he realized that he too can play the game. And so whenever my name is called, he dashes to his bowl, and touched the food with his nose. Then he'll sit there and stare at my mum.


So now I have to be there to watch him as he eats, if not he'll skip his meal and start vomitting.



See how smart animals are?


I have to do my 'round' of spot-checking now.




And watch this!



Loves.

Puppies

I have a packed schedule from now till the New Year, and so I wouldn't be able to update that often. But fret not because last night, I actually stayed up all night to do up a few posts which ideas have been etched in my head for a long time. Of course, the posts won't be released all at once. Instead, I have scheduled them to be released at different times of different days. This way, my blog wouldn't be that dead, would it? Hahah.




Pardon me for being monotonous in my posts. It's just that sometimes, I just loose the power to blog. You know, it's frustrating when you have these ideas and topics to blog about. But when you sit infront of the computer, everything on your mind just disappears. You lose the ideas, or sometimes just have little jigsaw puzzles of them. The words, that completes the puzzle just doesn't fit right. And so, you feel down and angry that an idea you had seconds ago, just disappears. My mum thinks I need to find some inner peace or something like that. An somehow, I do agree. It's been awhile since I visited the SPCA, the library, or simply just heading to East Coast for some breeze. Maybe then, the inspiration to do things would come back again. Just maybe....





Anyway, moving on to today's topic. Well, as the title suggests, it is about puppies. Now most friends would know that I am an animal lover. And dogs especially are liek a part of me. The mere sight of seeing friends spank their dogs or keep them in cages would infuriate me. I feel that humans have no right to be placed as superior just because we are bigger than the dogs, and we have guns and tools to deal with them. Dogs should be respected as how we respect the other humans, because there isn't any rule that states that dogs or any other humans should be treated differently from humans.


My home used to be like a zoo itself. We had quails, lovebirds, tonnes of rabbits and hamsters(because they kept breeding), and dogs. And everytime my parents saw an injured animal on the road, they would bring it home, and we would nurse it back to health before releasing it back. Most of the time, they were baby birds, and we had to feed them with straws just like how their mothers inserted their beaks into theirs so as to vomit the food into their mouths. But of course we didn't vomit food into their mouths.

Well, as time went by, there were so many animals that we had to give them away. All of them were given away for free, and we only kept the dogs. I loved my dogs. The one that was closest to me was Shandy.









A companion for 11 years. A beautiful animal who was a tad bit overweight. She was so lazy that a mere walk to the rubbish bin near my lift and back home, required the owner to carry her instead of she walking on her own. Like her owner, she was very stubborn. She wanted things her way, and would growl at any other pet or human who wanted to take her food or pillow away from her.

She was huge for a silky terrier mix breed. And neighbours called her a "Hairy Pig". Well, if you saw her, you would agree with them.


Her favourite room was her owner's. There were pillows for her, and her owner carried her wherever she went, just like a baby.

She loved eating rice, and am by far the messiest dog her owner has ever seen. Whenever she ate, she would have rice all over her face, nose and hair. She hated whenever her owner tied her fringe up because she loved how she looked with her fringe covering her face. But her owner couldn't stand the messy look on her dog.

Shandy had huge doe-like eyes. She had golden brown fur on her legs, black fur on her back, and grey as her crown. She was gorgeous, lovable and cuddly. But she had an attitude with it. She would ignore her owner if she was too busy for her, with her head turning away whenever her owner came towards her.

But after a few days, the love between them was so strong that they would always forgive each other, and soon enough, you would see them cuddling up, with her owner hugging her and carrying her around the house.

Shandy couldn't talk to her owner. But she made a great listener. She was always there to hear her owner's problems. And always knew when to go up to her owner to cuddle up to her, telling her that deep inside, she cared and would always be there for her.


Friends like Shandy would never be forgotten, because she taught me so many things that people couldn't teach. Well, as much as we loved to, we can't control death. And Shandy had to leave me this year. It was pretty hard for me, being that this year was the most sickening one I've ever had. It was too overwhelming to see her suffer, but I had to stay strong, because I knew she wanted me to. And so we bid farewell.


No dog can ever replace her, but I do hope that I will meet more dogs like her.


Well, after knowing the love one can share with animals, I am sure you would find it quite sickening to know of places that keeps dogs as though they are livestocks. Well, there are, and in America, they are called Puppy Mills.


Click Here to read more about Puppy Mills.


Well, in short, puppy mills are places where dogs are kept for mere breeding purposes. They are placed in cages so small that they have to crawl in order to move about. They do not have enough food, water and are not bathed. I caught an episode of the Oprah Winfrey Show and she showed the Life of the dogs in the puppy mills.


I don't have the complete episodes, so here is Episode One and Three.









Not all dogs there are stray dogs. There are pure breed Labradors, Cocker Spanials and so on. I am glad that there are ongoing rescues at the Puppy Mills and I am glad that Singapore doesn't have puppy mills. Dogs do not deserve to be kept in cages. Did you see how hard it was for the dogs to walk normally when they were released from the cages?

And the dogs that were covered in their own urine. And the dogs who were suffering from open wounds and so on.


Well, my aim in this post isn't to bad mouth the Puppy Mills. Because just like Chickens, Pigs, Cows and Sheeps, Dogs are animals, and have every right to used as livestock. They do have a point.

I, of course do not support them. But what I am trying to say is to support the SPCA. You see, every rescued dog would go to the SPCA. But with the increase in dogs being rescued, there wouldn't be enough space for the dogs, and so, those that aren't adopted, would be put to sleep.

If you are a dog lover and want to buy a dog, I suggest going to the SPCA to help these animals and prevent them from being put to sleep. These dogs deserve a chance to be loved and of course, they would grateful, as you gave them a chance to live.


If more people get their pets from SPCAs, then the puppy mills would stop breeding these animals for sale in pet shops.


And for those who still plan on buying a pet, I suggest you think twice. The fate of these animals is determined by you, their owner. Would you have time for them? Shower them with love? Care for them when they have illnesses?


Please don't abandom them.





Loves.

Shame

Parents are the most sacred people in our lives. They gave us Life, bringing us into this mystical world of wonders. They gave us love, care and concern when we needed them most. They sheltered us and showered us with clothes and a pampered life with money. They were the first to fit us into clothes, guide us in our first steps in Life, and definitely the first to change our diapers.


We have disappointed them in many ways.

As babies:
From the embarrassment of screaming and crying in the buses and MRTs, to the shitting and puking at the most inconvenient times. From the nights we made them stay awake just because we needed milk or a change in diapers, to the times where we made them worry that they might lose us in shopping malls.

As adolescence:
From the times we threw tantrums at them, to the time where we demanded money from them to buy stuff that friends thought were "cool". From the rebellious act of defiance, to the stupid stuff we did with our friends just because it looked "cool". From the hurtful words we said about them, to the kind words we never said about them.



Yet all this while, despite our humiliating behaviour, they chose to stick by us, never giving up on us. True, sometimes they may say harsh words to us, but it's basically because we did something stupid. You may roll your eyes and stuff, but parents do do things for our own good. Even if they did some bad things, people do make mistakes isn't it? What about all the times you did stupid things to them?


And so I find it really disheartening to see youths nowadays still being really rude to their parents.

I have seen incidents where youths actually yell at their parents in the MRT, for no apparent reasons. Some wal real fast or real slow, leaving their parents infront or behind of them. Some talk really rudely to their parents, ending conversations in brief "yes" and "no". Some idiots even chose to ignore their parents.


I even have friends who are really afraid to be seen when they are with their families, or parents. It's funny seeing them hide, or try some way or another to avoid your gaze. Some even pretend to not see you at all.


I'm really curious, what's so embarresing about going out with parents or your family? I love going out with mine. I love how people stare with questions in their head, wondering how come my family has people of different skin colour and looks. I love spending time with my family because we not only get along by the food we like, but we're so lame, that it's impossible not to click. Furthermore, our parents are always updated on our daily lives, and so we could simply seat down with them, and talk about our Life.


If youths are treating their parents so badly because of how their parents dress, then I'd say that's bullshit. You don't expect your mum to go around wearing horrible skimpy looking hot pants, with bare backs tees, bling bling flip flops and tote backs right? I mean I'm not saying parents aren't allowed to wear all these, but it's basically only right for them to wear clothes of their age, for decency sake. Besides, clothes worn by youths nowadays are getting lesser and lesser, thinner and thinner, I wouldn't be surprised if a new trend comes out for youths to start wearing bra and panties, walking around Orchard Road.


If you're so smart to judge your parents based on their clothes, then why not spend your money to buy clothes you think is nice for them? Their age, but with the killer youth deisgns. Not a bad idea isn't it?



Stop hating your parents and start loving them, because they loved you when no one else did.

I've got a Great Mum

Round two of the Preliminary Examinations are here, and I've yet to study for any of the subjects. It kinda' sucks, to see everyone studying, and not cooperating with you by going on the "Procrastination strike". But it sucks even more to not study, and know that everyone else is studying, and passing their examinations.


Anyway, moving on to Today's Topic. The reason I my title for the post is as stated is well, everyone has a good mum, even if she's mean and nasty and rude towards you. And makes you do all the chores and spits at you if you missed a spot. But no matter what, we should be appreciative towards the people who brought us Life, the people who brought us to this world, even if we're liking it or not. And definitely to our mums, who go through so much pain in Labour.


See, I have always been commented to have one of the worst dressings ever. Maybe it's because people understand why I dress that way, or maybe it's just my taste in clothes. I wore wooden bracelets, chokers and belts. Yeah, I'm a fire hazard. Dark colours filled my wardrobe. I carried bags that resembled the ones monks carried.

People, friends especially, always made fun of me, because I wasn't dressed to the trend. But I liked how I dressed. Not only was I comfortable, I was relaxed, and I liked the Caribbean impression the clothes gave.

I wasn't the pretty one either. I never wore make up before. And I stopped wearing dresses when I was 5. The first few years of my adolescence age were filled with Basketball shorts, Fbts and dry-fit Jerseys. Till now, I never believed in being a "fashionista" because anyone, and everyone can follow trends, and trends would mean that you needed money to constantly "update" yourself. I was fine with being me, and I felt that the money spent on clothes could be put to better use, like food, and the SPCA.

I was more of a plain Jane, but with weird (as people claim) interests. I loved horror and gore, blood and sadistic movies. I love body piercing and tattoos,but people think it's horrible to hurt our own body. But I saw these as Art. I wanted corset piercings, tongue piercings, dermal anchor and definitely tattoos. But it's the fear of being judged by people, that stops me.

I was never in agreement with my friends, on the Hot guys. I guess my taste in guys also was very much different from my friends. Most simply asked me to be a Lesbian.

I was different. Even my taste in music differed. I liked some of the "in" music, like Chris Brown, Jordin Sparks, and definitely David Cook. But I turned more to Oldies, Heavy Metal and even the Blues. I loved how the Oldies had meaningful and soothing lyrics to them, unlike the very much trendy Rap that modern people abuse, by basically talking about money, drugs, women and sex. If you ask me about rap, I'd say I loved it back then, with artistes like Snoop Dogg, Bubba Sparks and Eminem.

Heavy Metal was only when I needed some Adrenaline pumping. It was good to listen to it when you're bored but never when you're angry, because these songs are known to stimulate more anger in you. Funny, but some of them actually have meaningful lyrics to them. But still, people found them as noise.

But the best songs that I like, are the laid back ones. Colbie Caillat, Micheal Buble, Jack Johnson, Jason castro and even Bob Marley. Songs that you can listen to, at the bar, or lounge. SLow paced and relaxing, it definitely gives the "chill" attitude.


People have often asked what I wanted to be when I grow up. They would often say that I should be some rebel who did some "on and off" jobs, because I resembled one in their eyes. Most of them would criticize me or laugh hysterically when I told them that I wanted to be in the Education System. Law has always been my father's dream and he has been pushing me to aim for it, but without the passion, no point in going after the dream. No?

Children has always been one of my love, together with Animals. My ambition is to either be in the Education System or be a Vet. I scratched off the idea of being a Vet, because animals are love, and it is a pleasure to heal them and take care of them. But I can't bear the idea of seeing them in their last struggle in death.


When I asked them what was so funny about me being an educator, they often said that they could not picture someone like me, someone who loves all the oddest things in Life, to inspire people. Some said that I talked or rather gossiped too much, but hey, I would never gossip about anyone unless it is of something that is really bothering me. I've never gossiped with someone who never gossip back, so you're just as gossipy as me.

Some even said that my stubborness and my mouth would get my into trouble. But I assured them, that I always fight for what's right, even if the whole world is against me. But I'll accept defeat if I'm really proven wrong.

I want to be a psychologist, and specialise in Early Childhood. But with the mockery of people I cherish most, my friends, how can I be determined? If they already think this way, what would others, people who don't know me, think of me?


It was hurtful to know of all these things. Most say I'm sensitive. So what's not sensitive to you?


That is why I turn to my mum,the saviour.

I don't know about all mums, but mine would always praise me for what I did. She never doubted in my capabilities, and was happy that wanted to carry forth her dream, of furthering into inspiring kids in Education.

My mum always said that I was prettier than any girl I compared myself with. And it always ended in a joke, with my thickskinned self claiming to win the Miss Singapore contests, that I decided not to sign up because I wanted to give others a chance to win, before I stepped up to the game.

And when I told my mum about all the feedbacks and problems that I was facing, she never fails to brighten things up. Though her words always make me giggle, because of the funny twist she puts in everything, her words do mean alot to me, because they actually drive me on, and not give up.

She often use other people as examples to boost my self esteem, and for that I am grateful. Despite her disagreements with the things I like, my mum has never once stopped me, but instead encouraged me,as she feels that I am aware of what I am doing.


My mum is lovely, and I'm glad that she has been by me for all my Life. I just wish that I could return the favour, and help her remove all her problems, just like how she did to mine.





Good night.







Ps: To Cheryl, Samantha, Yong Wei and all those who are wondering if I attended Omy's blog awards, I did! I was standing at the back most of the time. I didn't wave or said hi to you guys because I felt really awkward. And I like the whole "I don't see you, but you're here" kind of thing. Hahah, I can be a spy some day.

Well, if there's another big event, maybe I'll comeby and wave at you guys eh?

What would you do if a beggar were to ask you for money?

I was walking home last night when I saw an elderly lady who was selling tissues near the escalator at the MRT station. She seemed to be begging for people to buy tissues from her, at 3 for $1. She was always at the same spot, be it day or night, sun or rain.

I must say, the citizens of Singapore are either too busy or just damn bloody rude. Most of them simply ignored her, or shunned her away, as though she was some pest. Though she was rejected a couple of times, the lady never gave up, and continued to beg, exclaiming how poor she was, that she had no food to eat and that she needed money.


" 我没有钱吃. 请你们可怜可怜我 "(I have no money to eat, please pity me) was what she said when I passed by.

I took out a $5 dollar note from my wallet, and handed it to her, together with some biscuits that I had bought earlier on. I rejected her offer of the 15 packets of tissue, but I told her this: " 我觉得每个人都是穷的. 所以我们去做工. 您已经不年轻了, 所以应该好好照顾自己,而不应该在这里求人给你钱.你的孩子们应该给你钱. 难道他们不心痛吗看你在这里求人? 虽然我们穷,但是我们不应该放弃, 对自己没有信心. 我们应该继续努力 , 来让别人知道我们不会那 么容易被打败的.

(It sounds nicer in English, because my mandarin is THAT BAD: "I think that everyone is poor, that is why we get a job. You aren't young anymore, and should take care of yourself, not stay here and beg. Your children should be shameless for letting you beg here, they should support you and not let you suffer like this. But overall, even though we're poor, we should never give up on ourselves, and we should prove that we can actually live on without having to turn to the worst, begging. We should prove that we tough enough to not be put down easily.")

I don't know if she understood what I was saying, but I think she did, as I saw her eyes getting watery, but she smiled and thanked me.

I don't know if she had misinterpreted my Bad Mandarin, but I hope not. I was not trying to pick at her, or make fun of her, but rather hint that she should expect better care from her kids, as they should return the care she once had for them.


It's been a day, and I've not seen her yet. Maybe she took my advice? Or maybe she shifted to some other place to beg. I don't know. But what would you do if you were in my shoes?

Little Monster

I came home slightly earlier than usual today, and the moment I stepped into my room, I was greeted by a little monster.

It was lying so "shiok-ly" on my bed, with it's head on my pillow, and little body outstretched on my bed.

It was startled at first when it saw me. But soon after, it had the cheek to closed its eyes back, to go back to its deep sleep.

I left my room to take a shower, and I think the little monster was hoping that I would forget about it, and leave it there to enjoy the rest of its nap. But it was wrong, and returned after my shower, and jumped on to my bed, and all this while, the little monster never opened an eye to peek.

I tried tickling it, but it did not respond, but rather rolled over,to give me space to lie. I gave up and collapsed on my bed, only to notice later that it actually wanted warmth and pranced on the chance to snuggle up to me on the bed.

After awhile, my mum caught us snoozing and she yelled at it to leave my room. And the cute thing was, it immediately opened its eyes and dragged itself off the bed, by using its front legs to pull itself forward, making the hind legs totally paralyzed. This was definitely a smart move to buy time.

And once the monster reached the tip of my bed, it starred innocently at my mum, not batting an eyelid at all. My mum shook her head and the monster pleaded by lifting its paw up and down, as though it is begging to not leave the bed. My mum sat at my computer table and as soon as the little monster saw that my mum was not looking, it immediately dragged itself back beside me, poking me by the nose, "to help it out".

My mum and I could not resist bursting into laughter at how adorable the monster was in feigning innocence.


If you have no idea who the little monster is, it is actually my dog, Junior!


I only have pictures of it in the past, but it still sleeps the same way!













I respect it's privates. hahah.










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Junior is really mischievous yet adorable at the same time! And it's these pets (Junior, Shandy and Fox) that I can't live without. It's amazing sometimes to see just how much they can understand you without even speaking a word. And how much their presence and company can actually brighten your day.

I miss Fox and Shandy. Shandy especially because she has been my companion for 10 years. She was always there for me be it when I happy or sad.

She was the shoulder for me to lean on whenever I cried, and she was also the pillar of strength and motivation. She could tell when I was down or happy and has never failed to bring joy to me no matter what.

I know it sounds emo,corny and stuff, but she really means alot to me and I do love her so very much. Though it's been months since Shandy left me, I still think about her day and night.

It's really nice to be deeply in love with animals, especially dogs, but once we lose them, it's really like losing bits of our heart.


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But I promise myself, that when I grow up and have the riches, I would go at all cause to stop ALL Animal Abuses especially in China and Korea.


Good night.