As much as I always say I don't like kids.
I find myself being smittened by Ethan.
Like all babies, he doesn't say much. He just moves his arms and legs about,
making funnying gurgling noises, playing with his tongue and saliva.
So maybe, I am settling into my role of becoming an aunt!
On to other delicious news, I've ticked peanut pancake and chicken satay off my 'to eat list'. I'm now a fairly contented person :D
Oh, and happy lunar new year to those who celebrate it! May the year of the wooden monkey bring you luck! heh
My 1st day in Singapore, menu-wise consisted of:
1) Vegetarian Vermicelli - I've been eating from this stall since I was in kindergarten
2) Deep fried 'butterfly' - sweet flour with sesame seeds
3) Freshly squeeze sugar cane juice - and it's green not brown like the ones you get at Springvale!
4) Peranankan food
I'm pacing myself so I don't burn out before CNY... heh.. no pictures as yet.. soon hopefull!
I spent some time with Ethan (my nephew). He's really expressive for a kid his age (what, a whole 1.5 months!) and not to mention very demanding. My dad reckons we've got very similar characteristics -- stubborness.
But hey, we're both 'goats' and that's just the way we are.
This time next week, I'll be in Singapore, possibly sipping freshly squeezed sugar cane juice with a hint of lemon juice. Maybe sitting in an air-conditioned car or house, looking towards the sweltering heat beyond the windows.
Ah, Singapore!
I'm so excited.. I've packed my luggage and am all ready to go! Who cares if I forget my toilettries, or my clothes don't match.. or I have no proper shoes!
I'm going home for 2 glorious weeks!
Whenever I'm driving, (mostly when I'm alone in the car), I always wonder how it would feel like to suddenly plough my car into oncoming traffic.
How metal to metal at high speeds would sound up close. The screech of brakes and the smell of burst rubber as oncoming traffic tries to avoid my vehicle. The sensation of pain as metal hits metal and within split seconds cutting against pure flesh. Perhaps even the smell of burnt flesh.. the smell of fresh blood, the feeling of warm liquid trickling down my face, my arms, my body, my legs. Red splashed against glass, split onto roads like paint carelessly flung onto the canvas.
How would it feel to be the creator of chaos amongst chaos? The creator, at the same time, the victim. The creator, at the same time perhaps a destructor of another precious life.
No, I don't wish to die yet. But there's always that impluse..
And hey, it's someone's birthday today!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to Eeeeeee-eeeee!
Happy birthday to you!
Whee!
Friendster's pretty amazing. It created a sense of nostalgia, re-visiting the pages of old friends, people who've come and gone in the past 20-odd years. I had lunch with 2 friends dating back to my primary school days. Since then, we've gone into different classes, hung out with totally different groups of friends and here it was, all it took was a website like friendster to provide that link to speak, to meet, to connect.
We met for lunch in the city. The 3 of us, each with different time gaps between us, doing the usual catch up, what we do, what we know of who's doing what. There were awkward silences but nonetheless, it was really enjoyable. The fact that we are now all in a foreign country (maybe not so foreign anymore), all struggling to carve out our own future. Hopefully, we'll be able to remain in contact and not let time slip us by as it did.
However, woke up this morning to an email from someone who I got to know not so long ago. Time revealed his true character, and now I'm not too keen on 'keeping in touch'. But what do you do in situations like this? As I read the message, old memories came flooding back... *shudder* I wonder if anyone feels like that when they receive messages from me, or requests to have them added. I suppose there is always that possibility... there are always pasts in each of our lives where we want to bury and never to have it resuface.
Happy new year! Now that it's finally been and gone, it's time to go about your daily routine.
Back to work on Monday.. YAY... *sigh*
Oh, and happy slight-belated birthday to a little birdie :) You may be older, but hopefully you're wiser! :P Remember, you'll always be loved hehehe