Ming Ming’s Diary – It’s a Wonderful Day!

Ming Ming’s Diary – It’s a Wonderful Day!

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE! Rise and shine!!! ???

First things first! What do Singaporeans like to do?? Complain?? No lar. We like to take food instagrams!! Do I have an Instagram account? Of course not! I’m already busy enough sneaking updates for my Blog. I’ll be a dead baby if my Mama finds out that I’ve an Instagram account as well!!

So as a true blue Singaporean baby, here’s my first food photo of the day!! Ta da! My breakfast!!!

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What’s this? Can’t you tell??? My Papa will be so hurt. It’s rock melon (lovingly blended by Papa) cereal. *nom Nom nom*

You don’t understand why when food arrives, we shout,”don’t eat!! Take photo first!!”?

Orh! You are not a Singaporean then.

Yippy! I’ve international readers! Look! Food is an important part of our lives. We.worship.food!!!

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I’m a goner!! Someone’s whispered to me that my Mama has found out about my blog!!! I need to hide! I need a plan!! I need HELP!!!

Who?! Who has told her about it?!

Goodbye sweet world!! ?

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*gulp* maybe this would help. *Shimmering tearing eyes with repentant look*

My Jie Jie does this all the time. She has large eyes with thick eyelashes. I think they drew the puss in boots image based on her photo. Papa always forgives her when she does that. Erm… Not sure if it works for Mama though.

✌️I promise I’ll be a good boy. Nooo!! You stupid fingers!! Not the victory sign!!! 3 fingers!!! The promise sign!!! I’m so going to be dead meat!!!

This calls for desperate measures. My Plan B!! My “I love Mom” romper and my best smile!!!

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Mama I so so so so LOVE you!! ???

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Ah ha!!! See!! Women of all ages simply can’t resist my charms.

Mama says that I can write my blog as long as it doesn’t affect her phone usage and no swearing online. Sheesh! Who does she think I am? Al cappuccino??

✌️✌️✌️✌️

Ming Ming’s Diary – My Maiden Blog Post

Ming Ming’s Diary – My Maiden Blog Post

 

Hi! My name is Ming Ming and this is my maiden blog post. ?

To introduce myself, I’m posting my first selfie in my best suit (complete with a tie). Ta da!

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Hey! I heard that! What do you mean by “he’s just a baby!”

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But I can’t post very often because… *looks to left and right* pssttt… Let me tell you a secret…

Cross your heart and promise you won’t tell anyone…

I’m secretly using my Mama’s phone to write my blog. So I’ve to do it really stealthily! Because I’m on a tv/iPhone/iPad/computer ban right now.

It’s so hard to gain access to her phone. I’ve to type really quickly and put her phone back so that she doesn’t find out!

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Mama brought me to school this morning. I learnt how to ride a duckie. It’s an absolute must to learn that. You think it’s cool to drive a Lamboghini?! Nah! That’s so gen y! Passé!! This is how I pick up chicks! On my trusty duckie!

I rode too fast for the photo. Giddy up Duckie!!

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Oh man! It’s all physical at school today! So tiring! But a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do! I climbed and climbed up all the stairs. Literally climb ok!!! On my fours!

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Pant pant! I’ve reached the top. I swear I’m fit enough to climb Mt Everest with all this training!

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Wa ha!! It’s a really long way to fall! Hold on tight, Ming Ming!! Shaky knees there! For a while I thought I had acrophobia. Luckily I don’t. Or else the Singapore mountaineering team would lose a future talented climber like me!! How many people can climb Mt Everest on all fours??

Ahh! Cool view! Things DO look different from the top!

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Sunday Morning Snapshot – Sexy Swimsuit Babe

Sunday Morning Snapshot – Sexy Swimsuit Babe

It’s been a looong while since I’ve updated my Sunday Morning Snapshots. Ever since I shifted 宝贝’s swimming lessons to another day, I hardly have time to take the idyllic Sunday Morning photos because it’s always been a mad rush. Or maybe it’s because the routine has been broken.

Anyway… Here goes… The sexy babe!

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Hehe… Not sexy enough? Ok, get ready for the real sizzling hot ?stuff!

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Ah! If anyone needs a hot swimwear model, come speak to her talent manager. Ya. That’s moi! ?

Sheepish Addiction…

Sheepish Addiction…

Ok ok. It’s a lame pun. But it’s exactly how I feel!

It all started one fine evening. I had to go to our neighbour’s place to drag 宝贝 home for a bath. I found the 2 of them hunched over an iPad mini (sigh… Despite my best efforts to keep her away from gadgets. Oh well… I guess it’s ok once in a while.)

Me : Eh!! It’s time to go home!!
宝贝 : wait! I’m trying to finish a game with Barry!
Me : (alarm bells ringing in my head at the mention of game) what game? Is it some violent game?!
Barry : it’s a sheep game! She even beat me a few times! (Gah! Must have been the dota sessions I played every day while I was pregnant with her!)

They showed me the game. I allowed her to play one last game in my presence before we went home for her bath.

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It’s called Bump Sheep.

And then, because it looked really interesting, I downloaded it. And now I’m hooked… That was since Thurs….

Now I’ve to play it secretly in the toilet so that she doesn’t know I’m addicted to it.

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My best score so far…

Anyway it’s a very simple game. It’s like the military game I played some time back. You deploy troops in 5 different rows to push back your enemy’s troops. Except they are really cute sheep. You have the little Mary-have-a-lamb smallest sheep to the impressive bloodlust giant stags.

And they have cool win-lose poker cards at the end of the game.

Enough said… Back to my game…

Some More Joy is…

Some More Joy is…

I kind of like my “joy is…” post, so here’s more of it… I’m writing this as I’m watching him turn into a cute new sleeping position in the dark. It’s these little things that make my day.

Joy is watching him sleep with his mouth open like a goldfish. Utterly adorable.

Joy is coming home to find one of them still awake (usually it’s 宝贝 because of her later bedtime), her eyes lighted up in delight and screaming, “Mama!!!!” as I plod up the stairs.

Joy is reading a bedtime story with her and having both of us role play the characters (usually animals… Get the drift??) in the silliest fashion.

Joy is watching him wake himself up from the sound of his own fart. *guffaws*

Joy is listening to my Mom narrating how he pranced around the house in his new hat (I brought it back from Florida for him), then instructing her to carry him to the mirror so that he could preen before it and smile at his own reflection. My vain boy!

There! Enough joy to keep me smiling in my sleep til tomorrow! ???

The Boy in Striped Pyjamas

The Boy in Striped Pyjamas

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I picked up the book (ebook to be more precise) after positive reviews from Ed. I knew that it was about the holocaust. So I was expecting bad news at the end of it.

It was written from the perspective of an innocent 9 year old. I was put to ease by the delightful childish observations of Bruno, the young protagonist of the story. The guileless friendship between him and the-boy-in-striped pyjamas brought down my “defense” against the “bad news”.

It’s a thoroughly enjoyable story. That’s why the ending caught me unaware. The ending was more poignant to me, for the fact that I’ve a little boy.

No more spoilers from me. Highly recommended read. Not suitable for bedtime story though. It took me a while to fall asleep after finishing it.

Joy is…

Joy is…

Joy is him clutching my fingers in his little toddler hands while he sleeps. Because I know that one day his hands will outgrow mine and he won’t need me anymore.

Joy is him wanting me to cuddle him while he sleeps. Because I know that he will soon outgrow my cuddles and cease being a mommy’s boy.

Joy is having his sweet sleeping face just a breath away from mine. Because I know that he will soon want to have his own bed and room and a life of his own.

Joy is to savour the present moment and appreciate how lucky I am.

SQ Business Class!

SQ Business Class!

This is the 2nd time in my life that I’m taking business class and my first time on sq biz. So this merits a post!

My virgin business class experience on Air France was more than a decade ago. Well, the seat was wider (slightly) than the economy’s and my meal was served in order (not the everything at one time tray) and I had my first taste of foie gras!

But, the SQ business class is WOW! 3 of me can sit on the one seat. There’s a legrest.

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Legs too short… Have legrest also no use. ? the seat can recline totally when the plane is in the air. My short legs can then rest fully on the legrest.

Welcome drink!

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Champagne! Cheers! Actually mine is a prop. I’m nursing a cold so I’m just posing with my colleague’s drink. ?

This is what the seat looks like when it’s fully transformed into a flat bed.

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The head area.

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The feet area, where my short legs hardly reach. Compared to the squashed up seat in the economy class, this is heaven. Even for a petite person like me, I find the economy seat really cramped. And believe me, I’ve tried 101 sleeping positions and none works. I pity the passengers who are much bigger sized than I am.

The generous number of USB ports and socket for the charging of all my gadgets and pump. These are the little things that don’t look important but I totally appreciate their presence.

The next perk – service. The sq crew has impeccable service. They remember each and every one of our names and respond immediately to the call button.

And of course, sq is famous for the food.

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The first booklet I pick up once I strap myself in. I’m such a glutton.

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Now for the real thing…. Ta da!

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Part of my breakfast.

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I don’t understand why anyone would order cup noodles on sq flights when they have yummy beef noodles. But ya, I’ve been eating non stop since I stepped into the plane, despite my flu and blocked nose. I’m probably going to put on 5kg by the time I step off the plane. ?

The seat offers so much privacy that I could do my milk pumping in peace. I can’t imagine doing it in economy class, seating beside a stranger. Eeewww! And that’s while I was feasting my eyes on yummy Leonardo Di Caprio on the huge led, totally clear screen.

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Time to catch up on my sleep so that I can kill the flu bug! Night night!

Patience, My Dear, Patience!

Patience, My Dear, Patience!

Me : Hurry up! Why are you taking so long to buckle your seat belt?!

宝贝 : (fumbling with her seat belt) Mama! Can you be more patient?? (In her most adult tone) (gives a loud sigh and shook her head reproachfully at me).

Huh?! Me?! Macham like I’m the impatient kid. Pfft!