Not Multiplying Anymore

Before I started my Multiply account, I had one account at blogger.

No one knew of its existence except TheHusband and 1 or 2 close friends. I penned my thoughts down but of course as with all online activities, I was careful not to reveal too much information.

I liked Multiply because it was a simple all-in-one package. 

But, now that its death as a blogging site is looming, I have transferred all my blog contents to my old page, onedayinnovember.blogspot.com

You might find the 2005-2009 entries a bit confusing because I was writing on both blogger and multiply during that time. If you find the entry darker, then that must have been an original blogger entry. But then again, who has the time to plough through all those years of writing. 

I really hope blogger is not going to bite the dust too. I think someday, I have to copy all these in a format which the kids can access easily. After all, most of the entries here are about them and wouldn't they love reading about themselves.

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1. I'm impressed that exporting the blog exported almost all the comments made. I thought all the comments would be gone but surprisingly, most are intact.

2. I don't like how much space there is between paragraphs. Must find a way to make it smaller.

Woes of the Parent

1. One of my worst fears is that multiply will suddenly disappear from the surface of the internet with all the rants and raves I've recorded over the past few years. There is a niggling little voice at the back of my mind telling me to save everything somewhere but, of course, that poor voice has been ignored.

2. Farah. I'm sure I have written somewhere here that Farah has a very loud voice. So loud that one taxi driver commented, "Waaah! Your girl voice very loud ah? You let her eat what?"

"A couple of amplifiers, Uncle."

3. Her tantrums are getting worse. A few weeks ago, she saw Dora shoes at Metro. She insisted on them and of course, our answer is no, No, NO. She got upset and just plopped herself down, wailing. We ignored her and stood around waiting for her to come to her senses. Did she? She stopped crying. But she continued sitting there. Even after we've threatened her with abandonment, she remained at her spot. (Mind you, there were shoppers; it was about 8pm.) We grew tired of her so TheHusband picked her up only for her to refuse being picked up, crying for us to just leave her on that spot. She was flailing about, straightening her arms, refusing to be carried. Arrrrggggghhhhh!

4. The above-mentioned tantrums happen at least 4 times a day. 

5. Then there was the epic totally-uncalled-for wailing that happened just minutes before a marriage solemnisation ceremony - when everyone in the room was quiet and waiting for the ceremony to begin. Arrrrggggghhhhh!

6. But I'd like to think positive about things. I'd like to think that God is fair and if things are difficult/embarrassing now, it's only because later on, things will be easier. Amin! 

7. Huda. Huda is no longer taking things quietly when Farah bullies her. She fights back. So, Farah has had her share of being pinched and squeezed whenever she annoys the sister (which is 80% of the time).

8. Then, there's this problem of Huda the worrywart. Whenever we threaten to leave Farah (because she would just stay rooted at a spot during her tantrums), Huda would take it seriously. She worries for Farah so much but she's not capable of explaining her feelings clearly. So it becomes too frustrating for Huda who then takes it out on Farah by pinching her. Sigh. 

9. I think we are not dealing with Farah's tantrums appropriately. Threatening to leave her on her own does not work. Farah doesn't care and Huda gets so worked up. Aiyooh. It's time  for me to seek Dr Google's advice on this matter. 

I'll write again soon. Hopefully, by then, we would have resolved this drama OR (the better option..) Farah would have outgrown her propensity for theatrics. 

Ah, finally!

September 2010.
Huda now looks so different. She has lost the baby fat she had in her cheeks. She's grown taller and eats like a horse but I'm hoping that the high metabolic rate she has will continue til she's really old so she never has to worry about weight issues. (Well, if I can't make my daughter fat, I might as well accept that she'll be thin forever.)

Farah now has more hair so a bit of fringe can cover that wide expanse of forehead she inherited from both her parents. :p

I am suddenly inspired to upload photos from a long time ago to this barren place called Multiply. :p

These are photos from September 2010 to mid-June 2011.