i received an email from a friend regarding the 10 most haunted house in singapore. some of these places i’ve heard of, while others are new to me. anyway, the thing is, i only have 9 pictures of the supposedly 10 haunted places. anyone out there received the full email with the 10 pictures?

maybe you guys can tell me what is the missing haunted house.  perhaps we can organise a trip to go to these places, sans the wife lah, as she is a bit of a spectrophobic. haha. for me, i like a good scare or two ;)

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Thanks for the response, my phone was sold off last night to a nice gentleman. :) 

anybody interested in getting a 3.5G pda phone?? well, if you are, read on….

i’m selling off my 3 months old dopod 838pro. technically, its brand new, as it just came back from the service centre. i managed to use for only a month before it gave me problems. the phone was at the service centre for a month before they decided to replace it with a new phone. so basically you are getting a new phone, at a fraction of the price.

ok, the price is $888. very lucky number, eh? so you may be wondering what is in the package. you will be getting,

• the set (brand new and screen protected) with the box plus the standard manual and cds
• stereo handsfree earpiece set (unopened)
• additional stylus
• mini usb to 3.5mm earpiece converter (so you can use your own earphones)
• 1 GB microsd card
• leather carry case (unopened)
• pdair black hardcase
• krusell leather case

for those not familiar with the phone, you can check out the specs here

the price is still negotiable but take note that the retail price without line is $1258. so you are getting a good deal, considering its a brand new replacement set, fresh from the service centre.

so those interested, can drop me an email or comment here. thanks.

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“di mana dia,
anak kambing saya?
anak kambing saya,
yang namanya aniq!”

… everybody now! :D

i started the ‘kid’ (ha ha) on goat’s milk after some researching (and soul-searching), and whaddaya know – he likey!

so much so that the two litres of hay’s goat’s milk delivered at the doorstep on the dawn of thursday morning was all gone in 60 seconds. ok lah, ‘kid’ding (ha ha), by saturday morning, actually.

since that went down well (literally), we scouted around mustafa centre for a powdered version. according to my colleague and fellow avid b/feeding mum who weaned off both her healthy kids on goat’s milk, you can get it for two dollars cheaper there than at ntuc.

and whaddaya know – he likes it very muchly too!

so the conclusion is: my anak kambing is a greedy little goat who will wallop anything that’s given to him.

or, it actually tastes good, contrary to popular belief.

i tried taking a whiff of the goat’s milk, and it was surprisingly quite… pleasant. no, err, goaty smell (not that i know what goats smell like, but i’m assuming it’s akin to someone who hadn’t bathed in a month), just a normal fresh-milk smell.

and for the powdered version, no goaty smell there either; it’s pretty well-masked by a nice vanilla smell.

after five months of plying cow’s formula on the little one, i can’t help but find the smell and taste rather… metallic, and unpleasant. my sensitive nose is quite turned off by it, especially when discarding unconsumed milk from the bottle. it smells… pukey. maybe it’s just me, but i simply don’t like the smell of formula. (yes, i’ve tried a couple of them). :S

i really can’t be too sure of the long-term benefits of goat’s milk, and i’m certainly not gonna declare that it’s better than cow’s milk (like i did, and always will, with b/milk) – i is no scientist after all. just a (cerewet) mom going with her gut feel.

well, a little googling helped too…

- goat milk is a far better emulsion than cow’s milk;
- the oil globules of goat milk are one-fifth the size of cow’s milk;
- the reaction of goat milk is alkaline (the same as mother’s milk), whereas cow milk gives an acid reaction;
- the curd in goat milk is small and flocculent, hence easily digested and assimilated, while cow milk has large dense curd that is largely indigestible and causes an excess of catarrh and constipation;
- the goat is a browser fond of herbs and barks (as opposed to a cow, which is a grazer), and thus its milk is high in silicon—silicon is the enemy of tuberculosis, which is never found among goats or goat milk but flourishes among cows;
- goat milk is naturally homogenized, but in our attempt to duplicate this process in cow milk something went wrong;
- and, finally, The Journal of the American Medical Association, the official organization of 100,000 physicians in the U.S., under the heading “Dietetics and Hygiene??? says: “The goat is the healthiest domestic animal known. Goat milk is superior in every way to cow’s milk. Goat milk is the ideal food for babies, convalescents and invalids, especially those with weakened digestive powers. Goat milk is the most healthful and complete food known.”
- from ‘the national association for child development’

there seems to be a lot of controversy surrounding cows versus goats, and it probably has little bearing to many mothers who are perfectly comfortable with their current choice of formula (if they are no longer b/feeding).

maybe i subconsciously resent the formula companies for marketing their products so effectively and successfully, and for taking over my milk-producing duty, that i kinda wanna rebel against them. macam personal vendetta liddat. and since the goat is the underdog (like b/feeding seems to be, sigh), i’m inclined to give them the support. (great, it’s not enough that human’s milk has been politicised, even the different animals’ milk has joined the fray!)

The nutritional value of goat milk has been acknowledged by many cultures for centuries. However, the cow milk industry around the world has developed in a more sophisticated manner in terms of production, marketing and research compared with the goat milk industry. The key benefit which the cow milk industry enjoys is that cow milk can be produced more economically than goat milk, largely due to the greater productivity of the cow. However, the economic advantages do not necessarily mean that cow milk is more suitable for human consumption. In fact, many consider that goat milk is closer to human milk.
- from Dairy Goat Co-op (NZ)

anyway, it’s a parental right for a first-time mum to experiment on her first child, isn’t it? hee. i’ll keep him on this for a while, and see if his very mild eczema (itchy and scratchy joints) and phlegm will go away for good. so far, the runny nose has stopped. then again, could be the antibiotics and snuffle babe vapour rub i’ve been slathering on his feet at night doing their tricks.

now, if only they sold human b/milk in the market…

(THEN i’d happily quit my job and ‘milk’ myself full-time – for $$$, yeay!)

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what with being constantly hounded and relentlessly pursued by cold-blooded paparazzi (ok ok, so the paparazzo is more often than not MUMMY herself, sheesh), this boy had to do what he’s got to do, for the sake of preserving his dignity and his sanity.

he:

a) went incognito as an ugly (yet endearingly appealing) troll.

b) trained to be his own bouncer-slash-bodyguard (slash-chippendale-stripper??).

c) lost a whole lotta weight to slip through crowds unnoticed (ala lindsay lohan).

d) learnt to do magic disappearing acts (move over, davids copperfield & blaine!).

but… they’re not working, dammit!

i’ve really got to find more ways of dodging those flashlights and limelights…

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as suggested by jewel, i’m listing out not 10 but my top 12 running tunes when i’m sweating out on the streets. btw, there are no abba songs in the list, sorry! ;)

1. i bet you look good on the dancefloor – arctic monkeys (great tune to start any run)
2. every you every me - placebo (as you get in your stride)
3. when your heart stops beating – plus 44 ( …. when we both get carried away!!)
4. seven nation army – the white stripes (as you get near the midpoint)
5. big pimpin’/papercut – linkin park & jay z (love the arabic flute sampling)
6. what’s my age again – blink 182 (singalong time!!)
7. helena – my chemical romance (rawk never dies!!)
8. plug in baby – muse (power opening guitar riffs)
9. my sharona – the knack (ohh, you make my motor run!!)
10. here it goes again – ok go (lets go!!)
11. sugar, we’re going down – fall out boy (as you reach the finishing point)
12. chop suey! – system of a down (as you give out your last burst of strength to cross the finishing line)

there you got it, my favourite top 12 songs for a very great workout! as you can see from the playlist, i’m rather inclined towards the guitar genre. well, once a mat rocker always a mat rocker! haha!!

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*This is not a sponsored post*

i’m the type of person who needs serious motivation or threat before you can get me to exercise. but because i’m in a certain uniformed organisation, passing the IPPT (individual physical proficency test) is mandatory if i want to get promoted plus other criterias like low MCs, high EQ/IQ, etc and most importantly, carry favors aka angkating, especially your boss. no, the last part i made it up, seriously…

anyway, we are not talking about those, but i’m going to rave about 2007′s greatest invention, well, maybe to me, the nike+ipod sport kit. this kit had transformed me into a lean mean running machine. well, maybe not so lean lah, but i’m like 50% more inclined to run compared to like a year ago, when the only time i run is when i need to pass my ippt.

the sport kit is a wireless pair of add-ons that you plug in to your ipod nano and your jogging shoes. it turns your ipod into a personal running tracker where you can measure the distance covered, your timing and calories burnt. the best thing is that you don’t need to look at the display to see the reading, just press the centre button and a female/male voice will provide you with the information without interrupting your music. you can even upload the data to nikeplus.com to compare your timing and save your best performance. highly graphical website that helps you to track all your timings.

i’m finding routes to run and i discovered that the park connectors around the island is a great way to run and explore places that you normally won’t see. so far, i’ve tried jogging from the tampines connector to pasir ris park since i’m staying in the east. the distance is around 2.5km, just right for ippt. maybe those in the east would like to join me :)  my next target would be the one from tampines connector to bedok reservoir, which is around 8.5km. seems far, but with my favourite songs blasting on my earphones, it shouldn’t be a problem.

so for those with ipod nano, this is a great add-on to help you keep in shape. for me, i’m already hooked!

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weekends mean quality time, and the long cab ride to the hospital with the little one on saturday morning afforded some. we played the point-out-everything-you-know game, which included the trees, the clouds, the cars, the motorbikes (at which he got momentarily distracted when the ahpek on the motorbike made funny faces at him)…

i also asked him to point at uncle (cue tiny index finger to cab driver), mummy (cue tiny index finger to me), and aniq, at which he happily pointed to himself. :)

he really digs… people, you know? he could easily amuse himself when there are people around other than us, his parents (coz we’re SO boring!). if we’re in a crowded joint, we’d strategically place ourselves near a table with a lot of people, or better still, with bigger children. coz they’re the ones who attract his attention most, and more often than not, they reciprocate his cheeky grins.

and with his liking for people, his taste in books too reflect that.

see, i went to the library the other day, in a sudden burst of inspiration to pick up some books for him.

the mistake was going to TAMPINES library, lol!

gawd. what can i say, there was an almost appalling selection to choose from.

i was looking for good age-appropriate story books, the kinds i’d seen at a particular early development resource centre i’d visited earlier.

but instead, i found mostly tattered-out, gnawed-at, chewed-up board books…

and nicer, but too advanced books for pre-schoolers…

i noticed that most of the books were about animals with human characteristics. all well and good, of course. i mean, dogs and cats behaving just like humans, how can kids NOT get that, right? :p

but seeing that we hardly come into contact with sheep and cows and horses and penguins and giraffes, i kinda prefer stories with… real humans. oops, please don’t brand me, i’m not anti-animals, really, i’m not! i love them to bits! especially them giraffes, i do! i’ve nothing against them! i used to love ‘em aesop’s fables! imagination is good!

so anyway, i spent a good hour at the dusty ol’ library, sifting through the shelves, trying to find suitable stories that i thought the little one could relate to at his age.

i couldn’t find any! i almost wanted to tear off the baby board books in my frustration! (hmm, come to think of it, perhaps the tattered conditions of them baby books are due to adults like me, instead of teething babies…)

i gave up eventually, and left with a few obligatory (sigh) board books. one on penguins, no less. (he’s got a stuffed penguin at home he pats at night as a sign of affection, so that’ll do.)

and this experience reinforced why i always end up buying books instead of borrowing.

especially books with pictures and stories about people, doing the things he does or had gone through before.

like topsy and tim, who also went to the doctor, opened their mouths, got their ears poked at, and their chests checked with a stethoscope…

and like our two good friends, Peter and Jane, who seem to be stuck in the seventies era and perpetually going to the beach, playing ball, and eating sweets, lol! (btw, mariani, we still owe you for the set, beb.)

aniq loves you, tau, Peter and Jane! and not to mention, Pat, the dog, whom Jane – and Aniq – has a tendency to reprimand.

wags finger: “no, no, no…”

i think he likes the idea that little children like him too can ‘discipline’ others.

ouuh what power thine tiny index finger wields. :)

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where’s the best place to spend your sunday morning? well, for me, other than my bed, it was sungei buloh or more precisely the sungei buloh wetland reserve. my shutterbuddy, jeremy, invited me to join him in his little expedition to discover places to shoot ever since he got his DSLR camera :) 

i was more than happy to join him as i needed the practice to improve my phototaking skills. armed with my trusty olympus e500, we met around 8am at the sungei buloh carpark.

the weather was just right for some birdwatching as the area is well-known for its many species of birds. jeremy was really ‘armed’ for the occasion, with his SLIK tripod and zoom lens, he was really enthusiastic about shooting some birds. well, for me, i was just armed with my 35mm macro lens, contented with shooting some insects or bugs since spider-man fever is still in the air ;)

although our main aim was to photograph the birds, strangely, there wasn’t any outstanding fowl in sight, just the token stork or two. perhaps it was their day off, being a sunday. but at least we managed to capture some interesting creatures.

since it was my first time there, i was really amazed to see many like-minded people willing to spend their sunday morning in the jungle! maybe, its the fresh air or the scenery, one thing for sure, its a good place to escape from the bustling noise of the city. just don’t forget to bring your mosquito repellent!

for more pictures, check out my flickr and jeremy’s!

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the little one and i have been coughing persistently for a couple of months now. we’re not sure why, we’d gone for so many visits to the doctors, and one (rather dubious) doctor even said we have an allergy, though she couldn’t enlighten further when i asked what triggered it. did i have neighbours with dogs or cats, she asked. well yeah, but we’ve been staying here for three years so how could it only happen now? my request for a chest xray for both or either of us was also inconsequentially waved away.

i had the last straw when the little one merlioned out a whole puddle of yellow phlegm one night after a bout of cough.

so, saturday morning (after cleaning up his bedsheet YET again from an entire bottle of freshly-merlioned milk), with the daddy at work, i got him ready and brought him myself to kkh for a check up. the nurse offered a chest xray for him (like, finally, someone with sense!) and off he went, into the xray room.

a check showed that he had yellow phlegm at the back of his throat, and the cute little xray revealed that he had a mild chest infection. well, someone should’ve told us that sooner! and only then did they give him antibiotics and a stronger cough medication.

i think it may be hereditary, this phlegm problem. i remember i was hospitalised for a few days when i was small because of the dastardly phlegm. and when i coughed like mad, my dad would SCOLD me instead of comforting me, blaming me for sleeping with the fan full blast at my feet, or drinking cold drinks, or just plain ol’ “batok, batok! bising!”. i used to go to my room and cough INTO my pillow to muffle the sounds, in fear of my dad’s scolding. (yeah, that’s how it was, and still is, with my dad and i – i never tell him any of my discomforts or problems.)

so anyway, i’m hoping the antibiotics will work this time round for him. i’d finished my course of antibiotics, but the cough still lingers. it’s probably chronic. and i blame myself for infecting him.

tu lah, tidor dengan kipas kat kaki lagi… minum air sejuk lagi…

:S

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since it was the eve of mum’s day and all, i thought i’d give her a break. you know, just let her chill for a few hours without having to run around after me. it’s not like i have the means to buy her a present and all, so i figured, giving her some time to date with daddy would make a pretty good gift, doncha think?

so what happened was, they chucked – i mean, left me with one of my favouritest uncles and his girlfriend (who taught me to refer to her as KAKAK hajar, like real only kakak, right!), and they straightaway rode off into the (almost) sunset. but not before giving my minders specific instructions. (eg. give me my biscuits or cornflakes if i was peckish, water if i was thirsty, change diapers if necessary, 180ml of milk at 7pm, etc.)

bah! parents! what do they think i am, a baby?? i don’t need all that worrying about! right, unkle emi?

it was actually unkle emi’s birthday too, and he made a request for me to wear a red liverpool jersey to match his. i’m not sure if we were on the same team, coz mine said ‘carlsberg’ while his said ‘candy’. huh? shouldn’t it just simply say ‘liverpool’?

nevermind such mind-boggling affairs. my nannies brought me to this huge mall where i got to run around like mad.

sweet liberation! no mummy to scream “nooo, aniq!” or “STOP!” and no daddy to grab my hand or haul me over his shoulders! and no rushing me out of the toy shop either! what more could a boy want?

later i tried to run out of the mango shop that KAKAK hajar was in (funny i didn’t see any mangoes or other fruits in there), and occasionally made unkle sweat and pant for his breath while chasing me. thankfully, i didn’t cause an asthma attack on him. hee.

being the good nannies that they are, they actually followed mummy’s instructions (gasp!) and made me drink my milk at 7pm. please refer to the picture below as exhibit A.

the day had to end, so they brought me back to my yai’s house, and shortly thereafter, two vaguely familiar people returned. they called themselves… mummy and daddy! ahhh, yes, THOSE old farts… pffft. :p

mummy fussed over how i hadn’t had my dinner so off we went in search of food, but since i mentioned that it was the eve of mum’s day, the entire stretch of upper changi was packed with other mums whose families were too lazy to cook for them at home (those lazy bums). but then, out of desperation, we spotted a little place right across the road called ‘razack’ and had a pretty nice dinner there with only a fraction of the patrons crowding at mak’s place, kg chai chee etc.

yup, you BET i was hungry as a toddler horse!

i heard later that mum and dad went to watch a show about a spider who turned into a man… or was it a man who turned into a spider? whatever it is, i’m sure i would’ve liked it. sounds gory, coz mum said lots of people got killed!

they’d actually brought me to the cinemas before, when i was smaller. first was ‘x-men’, second was ‘superman’. hmm, ‘spiderman’ would’ve been cool to add to my movie-watching resume, doncha think? i wish i remembered the movies i watched though, coz i think i slept through most of them. (darn those baby attention spans.)

anyhows, i hope mum had as good a date as i had.

… ogling that man in red tights had BETTER be worth the time i sacrificed for her!

(pics courtesy of KAKAK hajar)

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i was still on my extended berfeeling-SAHM maternity leave last year when mother’s day happened (yes yes, get with the programme, i’m going to be harping on this mother’s day thing for one whole week), so i missed out on a little something from my organisation then.

i was thrilled when i got it this time round.

nah, it’s not even anything remotely fancy or terribly exciting.

a committee within our organisation had gone round with a list of names of those who are mothers (and mothers-to-be), and handed out a simple stalk of red carnation with daisies to each of them.

now, strictly speaking, i am NOT a flower person – not in the romantic sense anyway. i’m kinda perverse like that. you know, one of those who hide bouquets given by boyfriends when in public? that’s me. i always have this idea that flowers as a romantic gesture says something about the nature of romance – pretty, sexy, and sweet-smelling in the beginning, wilted, smelly and dead within a week. and roses, those are like the worst kinds to represent love – they’re so short-lived! so i always say, give me something more long-lasting please. (like that tiffany necklace.) or at least something, you know… practical yet significant.

flora hang-ups aside, i must say i do like daisies somewhat. small, cute, practically a weed, found in the wild, no frills, no attitude. i have fond memories of when i was a kid and my parents took me to perth on one of our annual travels abroad, i was quite obsessed with plucking the little daisies from the vast meadows there and stuffing them in my pockets, wanting to bring them all back home. (of course, they were squashed into a pulp within a day. didn’t help that they were in the pockets of a pudgy girl.)

oh, and lilies! those i don’t mind either. they remind me of my wedding. :)

anyway, back to that red carnation.

as i mentioned, i was quite thrilled this time round to receive a flower. as i looked around and saw other women fussing with it, i felt a warm, fuzzy feeling gush over me. it wasn’t a great gift, red carnations with purple daisies isn’t exactly the most flattering combination, but i guess it was nice that someone, somewhere up there, at the top of the hierarchy, had though of us, women doing their bit of national service (some of you who know the nature of my organisation would understand, hehe) and said, hey, let’s give them a little something to brighten their day and tiny cubicles.

so, thank you.

i’ll try my best to fulfil that 3-children per family quota for you if i can okay?

ps: and as for what practical yet significant gift *i* got from the husband… it was a brand-new mistral tower fan (bargained down to $125) for the living room! yey! now i don’t have to swelter in the heat while watching tv anymore! :p

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oh no no, i’m STILL not done yet with mother’s day.

in fact, i think i would like to declare it mother’s week. i mean, if you’re a mother, wouldn’t you feel it’s your right to extend the special treatment for a few more measly days in a year too? heck, i do! :D

nevermind the hype (no, the daddies will never get it, they rarely do), or Hallmark making a killing (hey, poets need a place to start too), or every corner of the country being invaded by families crammed in fully booked restaurants (well, did anyone think of cooking for the mummy instead? no? moving on…) – i think a little piece of recognition and appreciation for, and from, our loved ones are worthy cause for celebration.

what a small price it is to pay for one day to specifically commemorate the amazing beings that they are, in return for their unconditional love and unending sacrifices! the women who gave birth to you, the women who gave birth to your little ones… a little nudge to remind us to spend precious time with the mothers in our lives among our otherwise hectic days is always a good thing.

and let’s face it, we women LOVE to celebrate every special occassion that we can think of or get thrown at us. birthdays, anniversaries, bridal showers, baby showers – nevermind whose! – anything that gives us an excuse to put on something pretty and have a bit of cake. it makes us happy. :)

so, don’t let them cynics and naysayers tell you mother’s day isn’t worth celebrating together with the rest of their ‘sorority sisters’ who’ve gone through the same collective experiences as them – pregnancy, labour, maternal instinct, the heartaches, the joys. WE will decide if we want mother’s day (or week), thank you very much.

and if you ain’t a woman, don’t ever try to take mother’s day away from us.

we deserve it, dammit.

(unless of course your mother is a cow. *refer to previous post.)

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i was watching a rerun of ‘picket fences’ on friday afternoon, you know, one of david e. kelly’s many emmy award-winning tv series in the 90′s.

what’s that, too old for you to recall? ah, perhaps you remember ally mcbeal better. but i liked picket fences too, for their quirky characters and provoking storylines.

well, anyway, it was a really intriguing episode that day. see, what happened was, a doctor assisted a cow to deliver a human baby. and no, i’m not euphemising the cow as a fat woman, but yes, a REAL cow, those bovine creatures that go moo and chew cud.

apparently, an infertile couple had paid a fertility doctor to artificially inseminate the cow, which they’d bought and owned, with their own embryo. according to ‘science’, cows, like humans, have a full-term pregnancy of nine months, and the couple was merely using the cow’s womb as a surrogate. and the baby came out, well, as healthy and bouncy as a human baby would.

now, isn’t that absofreakinglutely mind-blowing or what?!

so anyway, the district attorney brought them to court, saying it’s illegal and all, though there really wasn’t anything in the law to say that it was. the couple’s defense was, getting a cow to carry their baby was less of a hassle in paperwork, they could control the cow’s diet, and there was no risk of the cow changing its mind to keep the baby afterwards. hah!

the judge ruled the baby farm to close down, but in a twist of events, there were a few more cows awaiting to give birth to other couples’ babies. the DA tried to get the babies aborted, but the judge allowed them to be born, seeing that they were human babies with human rights after all.

but he reminded the stupid humans that animals have rights too.

i know it’s just a show on teevee, and it’s all made-up, and i really can’t imagine anyone saying that their child was actually given birth by a COW. i mean, eww! sure, that made breastfeeding the baby oh so much easier (ha ha!) but the idea of a baby coming out from a cow’s privates is just too… icky. (it’s bad enough with female privates!)

then again, it IS america we’re talking about, and well, things stranger than fiction do happen there. all the time. i wouldn’t be surprised if someone really attempted it.

in any case, it left me with something to ruminate (hurhur) over for the next few hours. like, how would grass be nutritionally sufficient for a growing foetus? and since the only sounds the baby hears while inside the womb would be moos and hooves, wouldn’t that affect his language development later? and wouldn’t the blood streaming into the foetus be, well, cow’s blood? would that make the baby, a half cow or a human-cow mutant? and what would happen after the cow gave birth, would it be sent to the slaughterhouse to be turned into wagyu beef burger patties? well, you get the point. i’m sure you have many other concerns, humane or otherwise, to add here…

but now, let’s all thank our lucky stars that our mothers carried us in human wombs and we were squeezed out through human birth canals in time-honoured tradition, just as God intended it.

:D

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later that day, i’m reminded of the little things that make mother’s day special.

like, getting that first mother’s day artwork from your child.

no no, aniq didn’t do that! haha!

it was dadam, actually. something he produced during playschool. i mean, you GOTTA go “awwww…”

if you look closely, one of his thumb prints came out clearer than the other coz…

it was his precious thumb! ha ha!

they also made cookies for their mommies. nevermind that the mommy was a little sceptical of her child’s hygiene during the making of the cookie and the child ended up eating the cookie himself, hehee.

i may only be his aunty, but i can’t help feeling all maternal and proud of him (smelly thumbsucking and ear twiddling habit aside). when he talks – and oh my word, can he talk! – it never fails to amaze and delight me.

i can only hope my little one will translate his thought bubbles to speech bubbles just as well some day soon. oh, and my own cookie would be nice too. :)

“please mak long, can i have some of that cookie? i’ll exchange you for abang dadam’s artwork in one piece…”

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Tampines, Singapore – Blog celebrity Aniq Izhan was arrested on suspicion of driving under the influence late Wednesday after “driving erratically”, police said.

He was pulled over along Tampines Ave 2 about 8:30 p.m.

“He exhibited the symptoms of intoxication,” Tampines Neighbourhood Police spokesman Ai Ma Bok said, reading from a written statement.

Izadnhana, Aniq’s publicist, said he was not intoxicated. They said he had “had one drink” and hadn’t eaten all day, and the field sobriety test showed “the very absolute lowest reading you can possibly get to warrant being taken in.”

They added that he had gone without a nap for a long period that day, hard at work on his new music album.

“Of course these matters are never to be taken lightly,” said Izadnhana, who noted that it is “unfortunate he was behind the wheel of a car even with one drink.”

“It’s his first offense and hopefully it will never happen again.”

If convicted, he could receive a six-month cot sentence and be ordered to pay a $10 fine, equivalent to five mobile kiddy car rides. As a first-time offender, however, Aniq’s penalty is more likely to be a fine, probation and L-plate t-shirt suspension, along with court-ordered community service, ie. 40 hours of sweeping his parents’ house, and kiddy car ride rehabilitation.

*hic*

paparazzi’s lightbulbs flash as Aniq drives by precariously.

negotiates compensation with owner of crashed bicycle.

unable to settle the dispute, victim calls authority to step in. bad move.

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