Oh boy. Am I on a roll or what.
Mistakes
While I can't stand how so many entries are riddled with grammatical and typographical errors, I simply am not doing much about them.
As with diary writing, everything that I write is unplanned. Well, there is some kind of vague planning that goes on in my head but from one idea, the writing goes everywhere.
I cringe when I eventually re-read my entries and see the mistakes but after 2 seconds, I decide against doing anything about it.
One day. One day, I will do something about it. But when will that day ever come? Ha. Ha. Ha.
One Day
Talking about One Day. I read this book by David Nicholls with the same title. I think it was Starter for Ten that started me on my David Nicholls binge. (What binge. Only 2 books.) I loved the twist in Starter for Ten and I thought he was a brilliant author. But, oh... After investing the whole night and half the morning (the very wee hours of the morning) in One Day, I realised that the protagonist died. How I also died at that point after investing so much emotion in Emma. Anyway. He has a new book "Us" and since I don't have the luxury of spending uninterrupted hours reading away, I (who happened to see the book at Popular bookstore) read the first 2 chapters and the last 2 chapters. So now I know the gist of the story and more importantly, the twist in the story and I can go along my merry way without remembering even the name of the main characters. Hooray!
Okay. That's all. Trying to make myself feel less annoyed after the failed nursing wear online shopping trip (see previous post).
Reading
Eh wait. That is not all.
Talking about books made me wonder when was the last time I read a good book. In the name of work (which I won't be engaged in 'til 2017), I had to read quite a lot of novels pitched for bigger children in the 11-12 age group. I needed material for setting exam papers. And now that my own girls are reading quite a lot of books, I have to read what they are reading. For a variety of reasons. Primary reason - as a censorship board. Secondary reason - so I know what they are reading and to know their wavelength. So I've been reading Rainbow Magic (Help me. There are 100+ Rainbow Magic books and the kids are quite adamant that they would read everything and then reread them), Charlie and Lola (Lola was cute the first 2 times I read about her but is now absolutely supremely annoying), Horrid Henry (if I could only reach through the pages of the books and throttle that #%&*!$#% boy), Ivy and Bean and God-knows-what-else. Thankfully, Huda is going through a recipe book phase now and so, out of the maximum of 20 library books that we allow them to borrow each visit, at least 3 will be some kind of cookbook.
Wait. What I wanted to say was - when was the last time I read a real good book not meant for children? Must check out Amazon's Kindle Books. (Averse to physical storybooks for now because I'm going through a minimalist phase brought on by the horrifying piles and piles of stuff I threw/gave away recently.)
Okay. That is all. Really.
Friday, January 23, 2015
23 January 2015
Why are nursing tops so expensive? They are so ridiculously priced!
I want to get a few more nursing tops as the ones I have now are all from Huda and Farah's time and therefore, they are just a few washes away from being rags.
I went to some Malaysian websites to look for tops which are of the sopan variety and the tops made me shudder in agony. I am far from being a fashionista so if I think the clothes are just too garish, they really are too garish.
There are some nice ones which unfortunately cost at least an arm and an additional thumb. I can't bring myself to pay $60 for a long sleeve T-shirt with nursing openings.
I should just get button-down shirts, right? The problem is, I feed the little boy everywhere, including the train. Regular button-down shirts do show a bit of skin should the little boy fiddle around with my tudung or push it away while drinking milk.
So now, I need new nursing tops and have been searching for them online since this morning but cannot find nice ones that don't require me to either sell off TheHusband's gadgets or start a gofundme drive. *somewhat annoyed*
I want to get a few more nursing tops as the ones I have now are all from Huda and Farah's time and therefore, they are just a few washes away from being rags.
I went to some Malaysian websites to look for tops which are of the sopan variety and the tops made me shudder in agony. I am far from being a fashionista so if I think the clothes are just too garish, they really are too garish.
There are some nice ones which unfortunately cost at least an arm and an additional thumb. I can't bring myself to pay $60 for a long sleeve T-shirt with nursing openings.
I should just get button-down shirts, right? The problem is, I feed the little boy everywhere, including the train. Regular button-down shirts do show a bit of skin should the little boy fiddle around with my tudung or push it away while drinking milk.
So now, I need new nursing tops and have been searching for them online since this morning but cannot find nice ones that don't require me to either sell off TheHusband's gadgets or start a gofundme drive. *somewhat annoyed*
Thursday, January 15, 2015
4 January 2015
Huda
Huda (all 23kg of her) is sitting on my lap now and wants me to write about her. She says she doesn't mind me writing mildly embarrassing things about her and she won't hold me accountable for leaking all these little trivia.
1. She likes to eat.
She loves to eat so much that her ambition is to become fat. I kid you not. Seriously. She wants to be fat. She has a cousin who's a bit on the heavy side and she wants to be just like her. This cousin is also eloquent and is an almost-GEP student, going for a few rounds of the tests before not making the final cut. The cousin is an 'influencer' (to copy the terms used by certain blogging companies now. haha) among all the cousins and I guess that's partly the reason she wants to be just like that cousin.
2. She likes to go to school early.
This girl is somewhat obsessed about going to school as early as possible. The situation was almost insane last year when she was in the afternoon session. Now that she's in the morning session, it's not too bad. She can't go that early unless she wakes up at 4am. She sets off for school at 6.30am with her father. School is a leisurely 15-minute stroll away. So she still reaches school extremely early, when the sky is still dark. These things make her happy.
3. CCA
We had to choose a CCA for her this year. She was in ICT Club in P1 and P2. Now, at P3, she has been given a chance to choose another CCA and she has chosen Brownies. I have never been in a uniformed group all my life, always choosing a 'light' CCA because I'm just, well, not too keen on these things. Eh wait. JC was a bit different. But I initially thought AVA Club in JC was similar to AVA Club in secondary school. Relak one corner kinda CCA. Little did I know...
Anyway. She chose Brownies. I am praying for her to get her second choice CCA, Library Club. :D
4. Maths is a killjoy
She's not incapable in Maths but I think all the scolding I gave while teaching her Maths has really sucked any bit of joy she might have found in the subject. I am now counselling myself into being a paragon of patience when it comes to coaching her in Maths. When it comes to my pupils in school, I can repeat my explanation slowly, differently til almost everyone understands. But when it comes to your own child, your expectation of your child is so much higher that you get inordinately upset when she cannot do a sum. It is not healthy. I do feel that the primary school syllabus requires pupils to have a mathematical maturity ahead of their time. Well, perhaps not. Perhaps it's just schools that set tests which distinguish the A* pupils from the rest of the folks. Sigh. Surely there is a very good explanation why pupils who do badly in PSLE Mathematics end up surviving and some even doing well in secondary school Mathematics. Double sigh. I will be more patient. I will be more patient. I will be more patient.
Huda (all 23kg of her) is sitting on my lap now and wants me to write about her. She says she doesn't mind me writing mildly embarrassing things about her and she won't hold me accountable for leaking all these little trivia.
1. She likes to eat.
She loves to eat so much that her ambition is to become fat. I kid you not. Seriously. She wants to be fat. She has a cousin who's a bit on the heavy side and she wants to be just like her. This cousin is also eloquent and is an almost-GEP student, going for a few rounds of the tests before not making the final cut. The cousin is an 'influencer' (to copy the terms used by certain blogging companies now. haha) among all the cousins and I guess that's partly the reason she wants to be just like that cousin.
2. She likes to go to school early.
This girl is somewhat obsessed about going to school as early as possible. The situation was almost insane last year when she was in the afternoon session. Now that she's in the morning session, it's not too bad. She can't go that early unless she wakes up at 4am. She sets off for school at 6.30am with her father. School is a leisurely 15-minute stroll away. So she still reaches school extremely early, when the sky is still dark. These things make her happy.
3. CCA
We had to choose a CCA for her this year. She was in ICT Club in P1 and P2. Now, at P3, she has been given a chance to choose another CCA and she has chosen Brownies. I have never been in a uniformed group all my life, always choosing a 'light' CCA because I'm just, well, not too keen on these things. Eh wait. JC was a bit different. But I initially thought AVA Club in JC was similar to AVA Club in secondary school. Relak one corner kinda CCA. Little did I know...
Anyway. She chose Brownies. I am praying for her to get her second choice CCA, Library Club. :D
4. Maths is a killjoy
She's not incapable in Maths but I think all the scolding I gave while teaching her Maths has really sucked any bit of joy she might have found in the subject. I am now counselling myself into being a paragon of patience when it comes to coaching her in Maths. When it comes to my pupils in school, I can repeat my explanation slowly, differently til almost everyone understands. But when it comes to your own child, your expectation of your child is so much higher that you get inordinately upset when she cannot do a sum. It is not healthy. I do feel that the primary school syllabus requires pupils to have a mathematical maturity ahead of their time. Well, perhaps not. Perhaps it's just schools that set tests which distinguish the A* pupils from the rest of the folks. Sigh. Surely there is a very good explanation why pupils who do badly in PSLE Mathematics end up surviving and some even doing well in secondary school Mathematics. Double sigh. I will be more patient. I will be more patient. I will be more patient.
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