It’s Friday and I’m on my extended maternity leave!
Went to watch “Stomp the Yard”. Nice! I like it. I love such shows about a “loser” turn hero kind.. I think I am turing to a movie freak..had been watching movies frequently~ Oh ya, I must remember to rent “Pirates of the Carribean” before the 3rd series coming out in May!
I realised I had a new hobby.
I love to blast myself with LOUD music when I am in the train. My all time favourite is “Precious” now. Maybe is a song that means something to me….
I don’t know what I am blogging now. Have alot to say, but I just can’t pen it down….till then…
It’s terribly hot these few days. I can’t stand the heat!
I am sweating more than I was before preggie.
A friend commented that I am “weakened”. That explain why I sweat so much.
What am I going to do?
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I wonder,
What’s the whole taboo about being a single mum? Being a divorcee? What’s the big deal?
Why people must assume everything under the sun?
Why people are just not sensitive enough?
I remembered when I stepped into the delivery ward, the nurse exclaimed “where’s your husband? All family members can only wait outside, only husband is allowed!” Hey, I don’t become a single mum as if I really like the idea you know? Out of the only choices that was left for me, this is of the better road. So can’t you people be more sensitive? And for goodness sake, stop that exclaimation! Do you need a loudhailer?
I met some people online. And the minute they came to know I am married, they stop talking. Hey, what’s that about? Married means the death sentence for making friends? Or maybe their agenda are questionable in the beginning…
So…being a single mum and a divorcee, I have to hide away in one corner and rot to death? Is there a place for people like me in this society?
Maybe I should start a single mum campaign or something like that…but I guess it will not work out here, just like the courtesy campaign. Bleah!
Argh! I hate it when the flu bug comes. The blocked & running nose, the irritating sore throat, the stubbon phlegm and the ever-lasting fever & headaches made my day like hell.Had to rush to a 24-hour clinic at 2am in the morning because of fever. Worried that I passed the virus to little Dawn, I have no other choice but to spend on the midnight-charged cabs. Fortunately, my company wavies us from paying the extra charges for 24 clinics. It’s $50 for a walk-in consultation after midnight!
My fever was up and down for the past 2 days. Went back to my regular doctor on Sat morning and he did wonders (again!). Fever subsided that very day. 24-hour clinic doctor sucks! Inexperienced! Bleah!
Got heart-warming smses & calls from H, asking how am I and telling me to rest more. Such friends are hard to come by, issn’t? =)
After 2 months of no-work, it’s time to go back to work!
Thank God for extensive cover list which I had prepared and helpful colleagues, I didn’t have much backlogs to clear. I had 278 emails in my inbox! Spent the whole day reading (and deleting) these emails.
Time passes fast at work. I wonder does Dawn miss me at home? I guess my mom is her best pal now, she hardly will miss me.
My company provides nursing rooms for mommies like me! It’s just great! Good privacy and adequate facilities. It does help to encourage me to continue breastfeeding. Gambatte!
Wow, I realised that I had been watching quite alot of movies recently..one movie every week! It’s nice to be out once a while, free from the bawling and cries. Mummy needs a break too, you know?
Recent movies watched :
1) Ghostrider
2) The pursuit of Happiness
3) Letters of Iwo Jima
4) 300
Best show? I guess it should be 300. Letters of Iwo Jima was too brutal…silly me cried when the Japanese committed suicide by bombing themselves. Haiz, always cry for war shows. It’s just plain sad. I wish I never have to go through any kind of war. War between human is so cruel. Fighting for survival by splashing blood. Yucks!
The Pursuit of Happiness has lessons to learn from it. Well, it’s a little encouragement between H and me when we are down, we text each other, “The Pursuit of Happiness!” =)
There’s nothing worth mentioning about Ghostrider. Darling call it GhostLousyrider! Haha!
Friends are easy to come and go. True friends are hard to come by. I realised this during my darkest part of my life.
Have you ever fall for your friend of the opposite sex? But because the friendship is so important and precious, you are afraid the friendship is gone if love steps in?
Darling knows that I love rainbows while talking to me via MSN..and he found this for me. What a sweet darling!
“The Rainbow Connection”
written by Kenny Ascher and Paul Williams
Kermit: Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it
I know they’re wrong, wait and see.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,
And look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
All of us under its spell,
We know that it’s probably magic…
… Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
… Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
It’s something that I’m s’posed to be…
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
Laa, da daa dee da daa daa,
La laa la la laa dee daa doo…
It was an exciting day today. The first time in my lifetime to experience a whole lot of things in a day.
The first time I ride on a bike for a distance in Singapore.The first time holding on to someone’s waist, putting my life in his hands.The first time he hold on to my thumb and index finger and mumbled something which I didn’t hear because of the helmet and wind.
The first time I stepped into his house, his cosy room.
The first time I stepped into Vivo Grand.
The first time I ate tepanyaki (seems so, unless my memory failed me).
The first time I ate so full and needed a lean on his shoulder.
The first time I walked down Jurong Hill and enjoying the stroll so much.
The first time I saw a died whole frog (stomach up) on the road and nearly stepped on it (can’t imagine what will ooze out if I really stepped on it)
The first time someone was bothered to dry the wet seat in the busstop for me/us to sit on.
It was a wonderful ride on his bike, passing through the ever-familiar “bridge” beside Ritz-Carlton. Yes, there’s fear in me and of cos the usual embarressment of not knowing how to go up and down the bike in gracefulness. But it was his assurance, both said and unsaid, that secure me.
Fun, I should say. It’s been a long time since I had such a good time.
Reminds me, time doesn’t stop for man, man stopped for time. We experience time and I know there’s no time to live with regrets.
