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When there’s a Rainbow in your Heart

When there’s a Rainbow in your Heart

I had drafted out a nasty piece to vent my unhappiness over a recent incident. But I deleted it. It’s a pity because I was quite impressed with my English.  Somehow my language level shoots up when I get mad. I’ve never realised that I’ve such a huge vocabulary of swear words and flowery descriptive phrases stored in my brain. 😂

Then I figured, why should I let it affect me? Leave a blemish in my blog that serves as a memory of an abhorrent person who’s just a passerby in my journey of life, just like the cockroach which scuttled across my kitchen floor. 

Every day, there are bits and pieces of events that don’t necessarily go according to my preferences. And if I keep holding the grudge that everyone else is luckier than I am, other people’s cups are always fuller, everyone out there is waiting for the opportunity to backstab me and everything that has gone wrong is always other people’s fault and not mine, then I’ll be a very sorry existence of a human being. 

I look at my life. I have a wonderful family and a bunch of supportive friends. That’s enough. As long as you have a rainbow 🌈 in your heart, you will see rainbows everywhere. Even on the balcony floor. 😂 And you’ll find the pot of gold that’s at the end of it. (Yes. I’m a huge fan of fairy tales!)

But if one’s eyes are smeared with excretion, then everything one sees will be coated with a layer of *hold nose*. This group of people don’t need help to bring agony into their lives, they just need to look into the mirror. 

So, my philosophy is to live well and love much! 😍

It’s a NO WORK Day!

It’s a NO WORK Day!

This morning, I decided that TODAY would be a NO WORK day. No office email, no thinking of work (ok ok, I made some work calls and messages, but really short ones!).

Morning – did my chores at home. Accompanied my grandmother to her rehabiliative care, had lunch with her, chit chatted with her and sat with her until she fell asleep.

Afternoon – listened to Mr. Talkative (aka 小小宝贝) tell me about his day at school, how he made his Vacuum cleaner gun (ya, another one of his numerous inventions. This one sucked up bad people.) with his best friend, ran him through his Shichida exercises and other brain training puzzles (which were languishing in neglect because I was too busy), practised his Yamaha music stuff with him. When 宝贝 came back from school, supervised her homework.

Evening – Rode through the park connectors with 小小宝贝 (shortened my life by a few years because of how he rode along the busy roads), while Miss 宝贝 preferred to play with her friends (Sigh! 女大不中留).

Night – Patted both of them while listening to them whisper sweet nothings to me, telling me how much they love me. Finally, I got to read my book. My new year’s resolution (every year!) was to reduce my pile of “Want to read, but no time to read” books.

It’s been a long time. And I kind of like it. Say… I really can get used to a life like that! Maybe it’s time to give it some serious consideration….🤔

Uprooting Myself After Many Good Years…

Uprooting Myself After Many Good Years…

I have always been toying with the idea of getting my own domain name.  Because, technically speaking, if one day, WordPress decides to terminate my account with them, all my writings, pictures, videos which I have posted since 2002 (Yes… I have been blogging for 14 years! Albeit on and off though… I was one of the pioneer bloggers who have gone nowhere. LOL!) will be gone!

Excuses, procrastination, everything that you can think of.  Finally, I have done it! I have got myself a domain, a webhost and migrated the whole website over.  Believe me, the migration was as bad as moving a house where you have lived in for last 12 years.  It was PAINFUL. Maybe because I was very cheapo, I did everything myself and refused to pay a fee to migrate the information.  It took me one whole day! It’s also because I am terribly noob at the technology. So instead of paying movers, I figuratively moved my “furniture”,  “boxes”, “belongings” all by myself  (and I’m only 5 feet tall… ).

So my new “house” is ready (well, kind of…) with the bare walls. I’ll maneuver myself through the tech part to beautify it later. So, yes, the new site works but just not too awesome looking (with my noob skills it’ll at most be so-so lah!) unless I pay a pro to jazz it up. Then again, that wouldn’t be me anymore. Let’s look beyond the physical beauty and go for the content. 😜

Come visit me at my new place!



I unearthed a forgotten trove of journals when I was trying to locate one of my old travel journals to plan for my next holiday! 

I marveled at how legible my handwriting was! 😁 Back in 1998! Now, it has been reduced to a scrawl, though not quite up to the standard of the “Doctor font” yet. (Sigh! It goes to show that no matter how badly I write, I don’t have the potential to be a doctor. Oh well!)

I posted the picture in FB and some very wonderful friends praised my ex-handwriting. Ok! For that, I’ll endeavour to improve my current standard!! 

Some others were surprised that I actually kept journals. Yes! I did and I still do (very sporadically now). I’m still quite old school. I need to scribble on something for my ideas to take shape. 

I used to write in my diaries every day. When I go through them now, memories come back to me and yet they felt like a few lifetimes away. Those were part of me and yet, there’s no way I can write like that now. Not at this point of my life, with the current state of mind. I kind of miss the old me, with a naive set of idealism and can-do attitude (to the point of being “ti ki”). Ah! How nice it was, to be young, to have the “anything can be done” 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼, the silly squabbles, the shallow crushes. 

Looking back now, it seems that I had a whole lot more fun than what I have right now. It’s a chore to be a grown up! But at least I’ve had my good old wild days! Been there, done that!

Maybe, just maybe, one day, I can make the choice to unshackle myself from the mundane responsibilities and liabilities and be wild again?! But by then, already become old auntie already leh. Sigh…!

Everyone should start journaling! You will be surprised to read what you are writing now, 20 years later! It’s like recovering parts of your life. 😜

*ti ki – hokkien for metal teeth. Aka persistent. 

Stormy! Where are you???

Stormy! Where are you???

A long time ago,

in a country far far away…..

2 friends thought of me so,

Bought me some tit bits to make my day. 

Episode 7 was screening 

Star Wars was the trend. 

“Zhiwei would love these!”

Declared my lovely friends!
To do these biscuits justice 

Showcasing is a must!

Chewy, Vady, Jabba, C3PO

And many more of the cast!


Where’s the iconic Stormy?

A most thorough search was conducted 

But none could be found! Blimey! 😩 

Nevertheless they were still yummy 

Satisfied I was!

To commemorate Star Wars

They ended up in my tummy!
Hahaha! Feeling very hungry while waiting for the 宝贝s to finish their classes. Thanks girls for the Star Wars biscuits!!!! All the way from Japan!! 😘

The Force Awakens…!

The Force Awakens…!

Yes! I have finally watched the movie! Now, no one can spoil it for me!! Got you, spoilers!!

Now I can be the spoiler! Hur Hur Hur!

Discussion after the movie,

Me : I think you should quit your job.

Hub : What does it have to do with the movie?!

Me : Of course!! Look at what happened to Kylo Ren.

Hub : ??!!

Me : His parents were too busy fighting the war.  They had no time to take care of him so they sent him off to train with his uncle, Luke.  He said, that Hans was never there for him.  That’s why he turned to the dark side. Tsk! So unfilial.  Even hoot his lao peh. Do you want that to happen to you?

Next time your son will turn to the dark side, become chow ah beng, sniff glue, take drugs then hoot you. Because you work, work, work and are never home for him. You want that to happen to you arh??

Hub : =.=” Like that also can meh?

Me : Of course can lah!! Come, give me your email.  Tell your boss that you want to quit after watching “The Force Awakens”.

Hub : It’s ok.  I don’t want to trouble you… I will tell him myself…



Joy is…

Joy is…

Hearing the soft padding footsteps, then seeing a sleepy little boy drag a bolster taller than him appear before my bed at midnight. 

Rubbing his half closed eyes, in his baby voice, he said, “Mommy I want you…”

I had to follow him as he shuffled back to his room. Then he hugged my leg (instead of his bolster) and went back to his sleep. 

It’s all these little things that matter most in life. 

Spread the Blessings. 

Spread the Blessings. 

It’s been 2 days since I “blew up“. The mist has cleared, the dust has settled. 

I was so busy at work that I hardly had time to dwell on it, except for the 15 mins that I spent, furiously blogging about it. I finally have time to have a cup of tea, indulge in a little junk food (Macs fries!! 😍😍 That’s where I am right now.), reread my blog post and well, self-reflect (actually stone is a better word because I’m still very tired) on it. 

I donate to charity organizations yearly because I subscribe to T Harv Eker’s idea of distribution of earnings (Secrets of the Millionaire’s Mind), which is to donate 10% of earnings to charity or the needy. 

Raffles place, where my office is, has a lot of “tissue aunties” and people bearing registration cards, which authorize them to ask for donations on the streets. Maybe it’s because Raffles Place is perceived to be a place where “rich” people are, after all every single bank in Singapore has an office here and bankers are the richest people around (no?? 😅). 

“Tissue aunties” exist everywhere. They usually are old folks who buy the tissue packets from supermarkets, split them up and sell them at a much higher price. I occasionally buy from them, depending on my needs. But the general natural reaction of all folks, is to say “no” whenever they are approached. It’s just a natural protection reflex that the brain has built into the system to refuse or say no when it doesn’t have time to process the “logic”. 

I used to be in a default “no” mode too. Because there’s been many reports in the newspapers that a minority of these people are scammers. And nobody likes to be taken for a fool. And I have always believed that, in pandering to begging, it’s encouraging them not to work. And there are just so many of them around and they are so “in the face”. 

But some time back, in one of my stoning self reflecting sessions, I figured that for every wrong person I refuse, I run the risk of not helping a genuine one. So now, I just buy tissues (I can start a tissue store now) whenever I come across any “tissue auntie” or any donation raiser. 

Once, my friend asked, “What happens if that person is not a genuine case?” I thought for a while and told her, “What goes around, comes around.” Whatever good or bad will eventually make a full circle and come back to that person. If that person is dishonest, it’ll eventually come back to haunt him. That’s probably what karma is all about. And the amount that I use to buy tissues or bag tags or key chains (ya, now it’s no longer just tissues), may mean a huge lot to them. 

But I still draw the line when I see able-bodied people begging (face it, selling tissues IS a form of begging. Seriously, who needs 3 packets of tissues at one shot?). 

So, yes, my Dad WILL be rewarded for his generosity, even if it’s to an underserving person (I still maintain my opinion on that. And yes, there’s this thing about KARMA!! 👿👿👿). Maybe that’s why I’ve been so lucky all my life!! His good deeds karma has rubbed off on me. I’m always in the right place, right time and the right people always appear when I need help! 

So, in a way, it’s a blessing to give (especially to the real needy. I reiterate on THIS!) because in order to be able to give, we must be in the position to do so. 

So share the blessings…! 💦💦💦❤️❤️❤️

(UNLESS you blatantly know that that person doesn’t earn it!! With reference to a certain person.)