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The Rolling Distum 

The Rolling Distum 

Creativity on a rainy day…


He is forever building stuff. It’s in his blood… 

Introducing… (drum roll🥁) T.H.E ROLLING DISTUM!!!!!! 

Huh?? Simi Lai eh? 

The “rolling Distum” is the pile of car tracks on top. It rolls (obviously). He makes them in variations of different lengths and rolls them off the top of the stairs to see which one comes down first, rolls further, cracks and lots of other test factors (I’ve lost track). 

Oh and I have absolutely no inkling what “Distum” means. He made it up as he liked the sound of it. Pronounce it properly ok!! He gets annoyed when we mispronounce it. It’s DIS TUM!

By the way, the structure under it isn’t part of the mighty “Rolling Distum”. It’s just a train which transports them to the top of the stairs and back to the yard for repairs. 

– Mommy Reporter signing out. 

Goings – Another One…

Goings – Another One…

12 April 2017

This post probably won’t be published until sometime in June…. The last time I wrote such a post  was back in 2013.

When a person has been in a sales organisation long enough (13 years), it is inevitable that I will see colleagues coming and going.

But what makes this person special is that she has been there, with me, all the way since I joined the company. We have been through thick and thin, (cliche as it sounds but it’s true!), weathered the restructuring, the departures of our closely bonded colleagues, been on happy holidays and yes, today she told me that she’s leaving.

I wasn’t shocked but I was kind of sad. I felt a little abandoned… Sometimes she’s a little naggy (haha, I know you are reading this!) but she means well for me. She has a kind heart, giving spirit and I know that I can always depend on her for support and not backstab me. That speaks for huge volumes in a sales organisation!

Perhaps, this time, the sea is rougher than it was in the last storm and it wouldn’t calm down for a long while. And I know that I wouldn’t be able to convince her to stay.  Because to leave a place, where a person had stayed for the last 14 years takes a lot of courage and determination.

Although, I’m still a little depressed (and abandoned!), I wish her all the best for the next exciting chapter of her life! Jia you!!!!

 

 

We are Pokémons! 

We are Pokémons! 

小小宝贝:Jie Jie! What Pokémon are you??

宝贝:I’m Pichu! Because I’m cuter than Pikachu! (Hmmm… okie….😅 she has great faith in herself… I suppose that’s not a bad thing. 🤔)

Didi, you are a Dragonite! Because you are a dragon! 

小小宝贝:No!! I’m a baby dragon so I’m just a Dratini! 

宝贝 : Mama is a Ninetales because she’s pretty! (I’m not a fan of Ninetales but I like the flattery part.) Then what about Papa???

小小宝贝 :(with a matter of fact look) Snorlax lah! Because Papa snores!!! (😂😂😂)

Discerning children I have! Children say the darnest things! It’s a good thing that the hub doesn’t read the blog!

Being Present. Being with My Loved Ones. 

Being Present. Being with My Loved Ones. 

Whenever we speak of spending time with our families, we tend to think of our children (for those of us with kiddos), we neglect to think of our parents and our grand parents. 

In the past, whenever I attended a wake of a friend’s parent or grandparent, I’d tell myself that I needed to spend more time with mine. But, I got caught up with the tidal wave of mundane matters that I forgot about this promise. And to me, it’s because they would always be there. It’s UNTHINKABLE that one day, they would not be there anymore. 

Until.. one day, my 93 year old grandmother had a stroke. The sprightly, independent, sociable lady was reduced to a mere shell of her former self overnight. From a fiercely independent being, cooking and cleaning (yes! Still! At the age of 93!), doing her morning qi gong classes with the neighbours, to one who needs help for the daily bare necessities. Not only that, the stroke affected her memory, so she is living in the present and even in the past, her memory indicator swings wildly like a pendulum. There are gaps in her memory. And this makes her fearful, suspicious, paranoid of everything and everyone. 

It’s a difficult time for everyone, including herself. She’s frustrated, embarrassed and eventually suicidal. 

It’s also extremely heartbreaking for my father. She’s been both his mother and father since he lost his father at the young age of 3 (my uncle was only 18 months old). She was the capable and unfatiguable mother who had been the permanent pillar in his life. So he makes it his duty to be always by her side, taking in her tirades and scoldings. 

I regret. I regret taking her for granted, always believing that she’ll always be up and about. Facing the possibility of another stroke which will further incapitate her mentally and physically, I suddenly realize that time is short. There’s an hourglass, somewhere, with sand streaming through the tube and time is running out. 

Is work really more important than someone who has taken care of me all my life? Is it worth spending time dealing with bad tempered, unreasonable clients who don’t care 2 hoots about who I am? Heck. Some of them don’t even remember my name! 

It’s time to take stock of my life and priorities. I don’t want to live with regrets that I haven’t done enough. And I guess it also comes with age (damn! Getting old arh!) that I don’t exactly care too much about what others (refers to people whom I don’t see more than once a year) think about me anymore. 

Enough said. Off to see my loved ones! ❤️ You too!!