tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83578121727928336672024-02-02T18:04:06.167+08:00Secret Diary of a Stay-at-home Mumstay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.comBlogger523125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-14568493633988293632016-07-20T08:52:00.001+08:002016-07-20T08:52:37.495+08:00Time fliesIt has been some 8 months since my last post. Sorry for neglecting this blog.<br />
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We had a most wonderful Christmas in London with our daughter last year. We ended up touring parts of the UK in place of our original destination Paris, and had absolutely no regrets. We enjoyed the English country. We traveled to Bath, Cotswold, Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwick, Stonehenge - and loved every minute of time spent there. Now, I am trying to plan for our year-end vacation.<br />
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My oldest has been home since her exams ended towards the end of May, and will be here until she returns in Spetember for the next school year. Its incredibly difficult to get internships in the museums here. Last year, a friend helped put us in touch with the CEO of Heritage Board here and we were told that they would be interested to take her on. But in the end, nothing came out of it. Instead she ended up helping out at one of the museums (for no stipend even to cover her transport!!) for a couple of months. This year, another contact put her in touch with the Director of programmes at one of the museums who responded that she would have a position for her and that someone would be in touch with her. BUT, again, nothing came out of it. Not even an email to say that they are unable to take her. SAD!!!<br />
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This year saw my son starting in a new school to do his junior college (high school) years. |School hours are really long especially with Co-curricula activities, with many days ending at 8pm. In fact, for the whole of last week, he left school past 8 every night that I had to ask him when I could have dinner with him!! Teen lives are much busier than adult lives nowadays!!<br />
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As for the young one. she's preparing for her Primary School Leaving Examinations this year. This is quite a MAJOR exam here in Singapore as it determines your path based on this one exam that is going to affect your life for the next 6 years. STRESSS!! MAJOR STRESS!!! On the medical front, we are interrupting her pamidronate infusions for a dental surgery. Her small jaw is unable to accomodate all her teeth, and her canines are growing in a position that is affecting the roots of her front teeth. So the dentist says that they have to come out soon. But people on pamidronate infusions cannot have any dental surgery done as there is an effect on their jaw bone. So, infusions will have to stop for some 4-6 months before we can do the extraction.<br />
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On the infusion front, we have been told that there is new medication available that would cut her infusion time from a long 5 hours to just an hour!! She will probably start it on her next cycle, after her dental surgery.<br />
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My health hasnt been good at all this year. Have had 4 colds/flu since the start of the year, despite having taken the flu jab which each took at least a week for me to recover from. AND I had Hand, foot and mouth disease! I thought it only affected kids BUT no. Adults get it too. And I got it BAD!! Blisters on my hands and feet (none in my mouth so I could eat!! Lucky me!!) The blisters were so painful that walking felt like as if I was walking on glass shards!! And it took me 4 weeks before I thought I was back to "normal". It has been 3 months since I saw my first symptoms and you know what? MY nails are now falling off!! Initially I thought I was suffering from some deficiency when I first noticed beau's lines on my nails. But i have since researched and confirmed with the doctors that it is the result of HFMD. And my nails are falling off now. And it is so painful!!<br />
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Well, that's all for now. Please be patient with me, and I hope to update more often.stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-50106221473668162932015-11-18T09:04:00.000+08:002015-11-18T09:04:06.133+08:00The last 8 monthsI have not posted for more than 6 months!!<br />
I have been busy. With the year almost over, I will just update on what occupied my time since my last post, which kept me from this blog:<br />
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May 2015 - A day after my dad's 84th birthday, he suffered a stroke. Being his only child who doesnt hold a regular job, most of the running around fell on my shoulders. Talking to the neuro surgeons, physiotherapists, doctors, hospital employees. It doesn't help going to a public hospital coz you have to time your visits with when the doctors make their rounds. Otherwise they never return calls like they promise to, and it sure doesn't help when its over a weekend too, coz schedules change and you end up waiting longer than you would like to. After discharge, it also became my duty to bring him for his numerous doctors appointments for his various ailments, as well as twice weekly therapy sessions at the rehabilitation centre. My plate was over-flowing, coz all these was on top of my regular busy schedule of ferrying the kids and household errands. It doesn't help too that when my siblings are not at work, they are travelling, which means no one reliefs me of any of the duties.<br />
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June 2015 - I managed to take a well-deserved short 3 day break with the rest of the family to Phuket.<br />
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Sept 2015 - I made a trip to the UK, dropping my oldest at Uni. Missed the General Elections because of it but nevertheless was kept well updated by my friends on the sentiments on the ground. We spent 6 days in London, 5 of which was spent at only 2 museums, and we did not manage to finish looking at everything in those 2 museums, but She sure enjoyed her time at the museum!!<br />
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Sept 2015 - Singapore was covered in HAZE. Yes, we were coughing our lungs out due to some inconsiderate neighbour not wanting to make a firm stand on forest fires, nor accept help (until it was too late) to fight those fires.<br />
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Oct 2015 - The start of the O levels for my son. Yes, my son took his O levels this year. I was the absent mum, who did not have the time to bake for him, or take care of his other needs during the run-up to his exams, unlike his older sister last year. But he did not complain. He understood that I did what I could with the time I had. Bless him!<br />
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Nov 2015 - Annual review for my youngest's medical condition. This year we saw a marked improvement in her bone density. Praise the Lord!! Encouraged by the results, we have decided to continue the treatment for another 6 months before we take a break for her to prepare for her Primary School Leaving Examination.<br />
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Nov 2015 - Terror attacks in Paris. Worst news ever!! Innocent lives lost. Holiday plans de-railed! We have never booked a vacation more than 4 weeks before departure. This year was an exception. We booked for the family to go to London and Paris early. Was so please with myself for being so organised. Air-tickets booked, accommodation booked, trains booked, tours booked. Now all down the drain. The Paris portion that is!! Because of the attacks last week, we have decided to give Paris a miss. Unfortunately, there are no refunds for trains and tours booked, and only a 50% refund for the accommodation. Sigh. Bye, bye $$$!! Now I have to get back to the drawing board and re-book our alternative for Paris.stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-8477211407053430712015-03-23T08:08:00.002+08:002015-03-23T08:08:41.813+08:00Rest in Peace, Mr LeeWoke up to the news that a man whom I deeply admire and appreciate, has passed on.<br />
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A nation mourns his passing. For all that he has stood for and done for the country, he truly deserves all the accolades given to him by many, near and far.<br />
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Funny, how many locals cannot wait to see him go, full of criticisms of his policies and the manner in which he ruled. But I ask, if he hadn't done what he had to do, would Singapore be where it is today? A first world country, admired by many, from near and afar.<br />
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I have many friends from neighbouring countries, lamenting about how well we have done, progressed as compared to the situation in their countries. Like they say, the grass is always greener on the other side, that those on this, do not see it.<br />
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Our citizens live in harmony, despite the many different races, and religion. Our economic growth is the envy of many. We have a stable economy, good infrastructure, well educated citizens, and we have one of the highest percentage of home owners.<br />
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We can safely say that this was all possible only because of his vision for our country.<br />
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Let us take a moment now, to honour his spirit, and join his family in mourning the loss of a truly great man.<br />
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Rest in Peace Mr Lee. You will be missed.<br />
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<br />stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-38163236517023921902015-03-09T08:24:00.002+08:002015-03-09T08:24:56.285+08:00The end of another chapterAnother chapter has closed for my oldest, with the end of the local education system for her.<br />
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She started in P1 about 13 years ago, with a slightly shaky start. She was identified for learning support by the school in the first few weeks of school - meaning she was found to be weak in her work. Believing in her, we opted out of learning support for fear that her self esteem would have been affected.</div>
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The first exam she took in that school, resulted in her being the only student in that cohort to have perfect scores in ALL her exam papers! What a joy, and relief too, it was for us. At the end of P3, she was one of a few selected for the Gifted Education Programme, and we opted to move her to a GE centre.</div>
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Over at the new school, my oldest was overwhelmed by the amount of work, but plodded on. She didnt really excel or shine, next to all those brilliant kids in her class. She just managed getting by, but did well enough in her PSLE exams to make it to one of the top girls school here.</div>
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At secondary school, with numerous scholars in her class, again she felt inferior to them, but she still worked hard. At the end of Secondary 3 when she had to select her subject combinations, she selected 2 science and 2 humanities paper to "keep her options open" as suggested by me. How she suffered!! She hated her science and math subjects and struggled with them, doing just well enough to get by.</div>
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After her 4 years, she moved on to Junior College with the dilemma of what subject combinations to take. We decided to let her go with her passion - meaning taking subjects which she didnt do in Sec 3 & 4, which was actually not recommended by the school. Literature was one such subject and we were wondering if she was going to be disadvantaged by it. But in God we trusted, and allowed her to take those subjects she felt would take her to greater heights.<br />
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Schools days were long in JC. She had to put in extra hours, but I could tell she was enjoying herself. Unfortunately, she wasnt fairing too well for Math, her weakest subject, but a subject everyone had to take. We were told that lots of Humanities students tend to not excel in Math, and not to let her slip too much in that subject. At the end of the first year in JC, the teacher even suggested tuition for the short term, just to ensure that the she didnt fall too far behind her cohort. However, she resisted. She wasnt willing to spend her spare time doing something she detested. Despite pleas and explanations on the importance of Math in life, she resisted. She promised that she would work on her math on her own.<br />
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We saw a slight improvement in her first exams in JC2 with a C for math. However, when the prelims came along, she scored an E. I said it wasnt too late to get some help. Again she resisted. I was livid, from the frustration of not being able to convince someone who needed help to get it.<br />
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Well, the A level results were released just this week. And, guess what - her grades surpassed our expectations - straight As!!! Wooohooo!! Praise the Lord from whom all Blessings flow!!<br />
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So with that, and her uni offers on hand, off to the UK she will go to pursue her passion - History!<br />
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<br />stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-9806809172982625712015-01-05T08:40:00.003+08:002015-01-05T08:43:13.114+08:00Goodbye 2014, Hello 2015Another year done and dusted.<br />
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Practically everyone I knew who was living overseas came by to Singapore last year.<br />
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It all started early in the year with my old school-mate who lives in the Isle of Man, then another classmate who migrated to Sydney was back here for Chinese New Year.<br />
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This was followed by a former colleague who lives in London, and was back to celebrate her 50th birthday.<br />
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2014 was also the year I met up with a number of blogger friends from Malaysia, Perth and Australia. And my BBFF (Best Blogger Friend Forever) too came back from Spokane for a couple of days to attend to family matters and I was blessed to have been able to meet up with her, despite her very busy schedule.<br />
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We also spent copious amounts of time with our local friends over good food and wine.<br />
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Last year my oldest completed her A levels.<br />
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On the medical front, my littlest started her long term treatment to strengthen her bones. We havent seen much progress despite one year of medical infusions but are praying for the best. On the parental front, both parents and parent-in-laws took turns with their medical ailments which kept me busy with medical appointments. 2014 was also the year I almost lost an organ due to a misdiagnosis!! Thank God, I didnt.<br />
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What will 2015 hold for me?<br />
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The man of the house will be launching his fund in a couple of days - so wishing him and his partner the best!<br />
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My oldest will be venturing overseas to further her studies, but that will be sometime in September.<br />
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My son will be doing his O levels, so I guess it will be a year of stress plus lots of nagging.<br />
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My youngest will still be continuing her long term medical treatment.<br />
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And on the personal front, I am moving to a teaching position in church, away from the administrative work I have been doing for the last 3 years. (I wonder if my Killer look is still effective to keep disruptive children in their place?)<br />
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And I am also praying for everyone to be blessed with good health!!<br />
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And hopefully 2015 will have lots of good food and meet-ups too!!<br />
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In summary, 2014 will be remembered as the year of Meet-Ups and Good Food for me. What was it for you?stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-57642616330443704302014-11-13T08:44:00.001+08:002014-11-13T08:51:55.457+08:00World Kindness DayToday is World Kindness Day, and I am using this post to share the kindness that has touched D during this year.<br />
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Today also marks the end of another school year!<br />
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I do not usually send gifts to teachers at the end of the school year, but this year, I felt the need to. I felt obliged to thank the teachers, for their kindness, especially for helping D out during the year. Well, if you don't recall, she had a very strict and stern teacher who turned out to be one with a heart of gold - (read <a href="http://secretdiaryofasahm.blogspot.sg/2014/01/tough-exterior-soft-heart.html" target="_blank">http://secretdiaryofasahm.blogspot.sg/2014/01/tough-exterior-soft-heart.html</a>.) She not only helped D out, she arranged for the other teachers to help D out too, on the days when she could not. In addition, she also arranged for D to have a special lift pass (the lift in the school is only for the use of teachers and visitors), which enabled D to use the lift when necessary. Her kindness astounds me!! A Big THANK YOU to Mrs T from the bottom of my heart.<br />
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Well, I sent in token gifts to the teachers with a card thanking them, and I received a reply from D's form teacher. She informed me that there were a few classmates who have been helping D out in school as well. This was something new to me, as D has never mentioned it to me at all.<br />
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When questioned, D said that a few of the girls helped her out with her bag when they had to bring it along when they were required to move around the school. Not something that happens much but occasionally. These were girls whom I seldom hear D talk about. I asked D if these girls knew about her medical condition, and she replied that she hadn't personally told these girls at all. She has only shared about her medical condition with a few close friends. And these girls, were not from her Primary 1 class, who knows about her condition as the teacher then had told them about it. These girls are not the biggest girls (in size) in class, but definitely those with the biggest hearts. To these girls a BIG Thank you too!! For your kindness, which surpasses my expectations.<br />
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We frequently read about horrible events on social media, but be assured, the world is still full of many people with BIG hearts.<br />
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Remember it may be only a small deed for you, but you never know how big it is to the recipient.<br />
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Try a little kindness ... and pay it forward!<br />
<br />stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-50661722845950590292014-10-29T10:56:00.002+08:002014-10-29T11:11:42.889+08:00Empty Nester Birthday CelebrationsYou know how we always celebrate our children's birthdays?<br>
So what happens when you have an empty nest and your child's birthday rolls around?<div>Well, I'm going to be in that position next year when my oldest goes away for her uni education.</div><div><br></div><div>We had a dry run of that situation this year with a friend of ours. She's here with her husband while her daughters are living in Australia, both in uni. </div><div><br></div><div>She couldn't take leave to travel there to celebrate with her child. Neither could her child come over as the uni term was still on.</div><div><br></div><div>So being foodies, she decided that we still had to celebrate her daughter's (M) birthday. </div><div><br></div><div>She invited a few good friends over, prepped dinner, I baked a cake and we had a dinner to celebrate M's birthday. </div><div><br></div><div>Of course we didn't forget M during the celebrations. With the phone in hand, and on video mode, we sang happy birthday, sent M birthday greetings, cut the cake, had a good time and then sent the video over to M! </div><div><br></div><div>We had a good time! And I'm sure M was glad we remembered her and celebrated her big day!</div><div><br></div><div>So, I foresee this is what I will have to do when my oldest goes away. Of course, it's nothing like being there with her to celebrate her day. But, I guess, we can't we too choosy when we don't have other choices. It sure beats sitting at home and moaning not being able to celebrate the birthday together. </div>stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-55009384735607696992014-10-29T09:31:00.000+08:002014-10-29T16:41:10.989+08:00One year laterMy now-not-so-little one has completed one full year of pamidronate infusions. This brave warrior has had the cannula inserted half a dozen times without squirm nor tears.<br />
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It involves no pills, no prunes, no fruits, no juice. In fact, nothing to be consumed at all!!!<br />
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Try it and let me know if it works for your child too!!<br />
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Announcing that it's bedtime may work as well ;)<br />
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Me: No, I did not!! I crossed the junction before the lights turned red.<br />
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But Mum, you are supposed to slow down when you see the lights turn amber, NOT speed up.<br />
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Me: I still cleared the junction before the lights turned red.<br />
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And that sigh didnt come from me. I have been told to tell her: "You will understand all these when you are older."<br />
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And I should have been the one sighing. All this from one who doesnt even have a driving license!stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-44002462064578682602014-06-08T05:29:00.001+08:002014-06-08T05:29:09.997+08:00Where have all the years gone?There are days when I sit and wonder:<div>Where have all the years gone? </div><div>I left my career at my prime,</div><div>To take care of my little ones</div><div>15 years have past,</div><div>And now they are no longer little.</div><div><br></div><div>I look in the mirror,</div><div>And sometimes wonder, who is that looking back at me?</div><div>At times I don't even recognize myself.</div><div><br></div><div>I see a woman, with years etched on her face,</div><div>Tired, lifeless, aged.</div><div>Where is that young, youthful lady</div><div>Full of vigour, full of energy, full of life?</div><div><br></div><div>I have friends who say</div><div>I look younger than my age</div><div>But I wonder:</div><div>Are they just saying kind words</div><div>To make me feel good?</div><div><br></div><div>I know I do look younger than some many years younger than me</div><div>But I no longer see the young me in the mirror anymore.</div><div>At times I don't even recognize who I see.</div><div>It doesn't help when you have young ones </div><div>Telling you everyday, that you are old.</div><div>You begin to feel it, </div><div>And believe it.</div><div>That you are old. </div><div><br></div><div>Visited a relative just last week</div><div>And she commented:</div><div>Where have all the years gone? </div><div>I remember when you were just a little one.</div><div><br></div><div>I too wonder, where have all the years gone?</div><div>The last 15 were spent changing diapers, </div><div>Washing milk bottles,</div><div>Ferrying the kids around.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Was my time well spent?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">I do not know. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Will I one day look back and regret</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">That I have wasted my life</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">With nothing to show for at the end of it? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">I do not know.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">I still wonder:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Where have all the years gone? </span></div>stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-27987550391408712442014-06-07T07:43:00.001+08:002014-06-07T07:43:06.791+08:00Time flies when you are having fun.I was just asked this: <div><br></div><div>Why does one school week go by so slowly but one week of the school holidays fly by so fast? </div>stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-33988849153842804852014-04-15T10:16:00.001+08:002014-04-15T10:16:27.094+08:00One good deed begets anotherI was at the supermart today when the old lady in front of me struggled with her trolley at the checkout.<br />
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So I decided to help her out by unloading her trolley.<br />
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She was so thankful, but that was the least I could do.<br />
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Soon it was my turn. I checked out my purchases and was struggling with my 2 trolley loads of grocery shopping when an older woman came up and offered to help me navigate one. Bless her!<br />
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I was thinking to myself, that one good deed sure begets another!!<br />
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Then I drove to the wet markets. As I was parking my car, a gentleman came up, knocked on my window and offered me his unexpired parking coupon. I took it and thanked him for it.<br />
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What I thought was going to be a humdrum day when I woke up today, turned out better than expected.<br />
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So do some good when you can, Your returns may be a thousandfold!!stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-3025944422654850602014-04-15T08:04:00.000+08:002014-04-15T10:01:31.739+08:00Older = Kinder?My little one made this observation:<br />
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Older people are kinder.<br />
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Then she went on to say (based on her observations of my friends):<br />
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Aunty L is very kind. She must be 56? No? But she must definitely be older than you coz she is kinder than you!!<br />
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(Aunty L is not even 50!)<br />
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Not sure if I should be happy (that I actually look younger than Aunty L) or sad (that I am not kind!!).stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-42442874810803195242014-04-01T07:00:00.003+08:002014-04-01T07:00:44.430+08:00April 1stHow time flies. We are already into the 4th month of the year, and the 4th week of lent.<br />
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Today is April fool's. Do you have a prank up your sleeve?<br />
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Well, I don't. I just hope I don't get pranked :P<br />
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One of the top local schools here, gives the kids a day off school on April 1st every year.<br />
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There reason behind the day off is the good showing at the GCE "A" levels, results which were released a couple of weeks ago.<br />
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But I think, it's because the teachers do not want to be at the receiving end of any tricks!!<br />
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Well, I will just have to be on the look out for these pranks, since my kids are at the prank-playing age.<br />
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oh yes, and of course, I will also try to sniff out the untruth published in today's newspapers! There is always an article in the local press!!stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-70023439745350022002014-03-25T06:49:00.000+08:002014-03-25T06:49:24.636+08:00D and fasting<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">D: Mum, I need lunch today.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">Me: How about fasting? (I was just teasing her)</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">D: I cant!! I need to eat!! </span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">Me: I am sure you can try.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">D: NO!! You must give me at least a piece of bread!</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">Me: Ok, when we get to Godma's I will ask her to give you a piece of bread.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">D: I cant just have bread!! I need more than bread!!</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">Me: But you said to give you a piece of bread.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">D: I was just saying!!</span>stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-66580130991748666542014-03-23T14:01:00.000+08:002014-03-23T14:01:29.654+08:00D during lent<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">She was looking at the suggestions on what she could do during lent and she went: and whose feet am I suppose to wash on Maundy Thursday?</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">I replied: you can start with mine and Pa's.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">She then asked: so am I also supposed to carry a cross on good Friday?</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">Me: yes, that would be a good idea. </span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">Exasperated with my answers, she then asked: so tell me, who should I baptize during the Easter vigil??</span>stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-51368455191721388522014-03-10T09:20:00.001+08:002014-03-10T09:24:01.868+08:00MosquitoesYes, I'm writing about those insects that suck your blood.<div><br></div><div>Those irritating 6-legged insects that love to buzz around your ears when you are trying to catch some sleep on a hot night.</div><div><br></div><div>Yes, those very same ones that are capable of killing you, especially of the aedes variety, and can spread dengue.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">They have a tendency to make their appearance when we try to catch some shut eye. But they are around everywhere, everyday, feeding on you and your loved ones. They tend to love to attack those with a higher body temeprature , namely younger children, and possibly menopausal women (due to the hot flushes experienced, perhaps)!</span></div><div><br></div><div>Well, we have been plagued by them recently, most probably due to the extremely hot and dry weather!</div><div><br></div><div>But last night, we were spared. Why? We didn't know initially. </div><div><br></div><div>But when we woke up this morning, we had found that quite a number of them had committed suicide in our toilet bowl.</div><div><br></div><div>What had attracted them to the toilet bowl? </div><div><br></div><div>Was it the smell? Was it something we ate? But we didn't eat anything out of the ordinary.</div><div><br></div><div>Perhaps, it was the smell of the the urine, after consuming durians!! Mosquitoes love the aroma of durians too?</div><div><br></div><div>We are going to try it again! (But not tonight! Coz there probably aren't any left!) haha! </div><div><br></div><div>But meanwhile, please help out by making sure you are not breeding mosquitoes! </div>stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-30179209509781485412014-02-26T10:30:00.000+08:002014-02-26T10:30:17.073+08:00LentThe season of Lent will soon be upon us.<br />
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This year it starts on 5 March, which is one week away.<br />
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Lent is a 40 day period, in which Christians prepare for Easter. It is a penitential season marked by fasting. abstinence, prayer, and alms giving.<br />
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Every year, I abstain from meat on fridays during lent and I usually try to give up something I enjoy. So I am considering what to give up this year.<br />
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If it is something easy to do without, it doesnt become much of a sacrifice. So it has to hurt a bit for it to be meaningful.<br />
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Facebooking? Computer games? Chocolates? Desserts? What will it be?<div>
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I still have a week to decide.<br /><br />
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stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-76428938665530661592014-02-24T08:21:00.002+08:002014-02-24T08:24:12.274+08:00ZenYes, I'm feeling Zen. Trying to feel Zen may better describe it.<br />
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No, I'm not upset. Trying to be calm, not scream, and act C.O.O.L.<br />
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Yes, she's late again. And getting later, and later by the day.<br />
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We used to leave home at 6.45am in the morning for school.<br />
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But that hasn't been the case for quite a while.<br />
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In fact, for the whole of last week, it was more like 7am.<br />
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Today, it was 7.10am.<br />
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I must learn to let it go ... about leaving late.<br />
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No doubt she doesn't start until 7.40am.<br />
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But I hate rushing. I hate dealing with traffic, which gets really heavy after 7am. I hate it when she is just-on time, I like her to be a little bit early (Read: she can settle herself down before the mad day starts!) And I hate paying toll charges which kick in from 7.30 am for the route I like to take on my way home. Which is the shortest route.<br />
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But I do not like to start the day screaming at her to wake up. I hate to start the day shouting for her to move it. I hate to start the day and week on the wrong foot.<br />
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So what do I do? I pretend to be unaffected that she is late. I am Zen!!<br />
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<br />stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-64957787127858919082014-02-20T19:18:00.001+08:002014-02-20T19:18:36.612+08:00Size, it's a matter of opinionToday, D came home from school and told me: Mum! We changed our sitting places in class.<div><br></div><div>Me: Oh! Where are you seated now?</div><div><br></div><div>D: I am seated in the middle of the class, but still in the front row.</div><div><br></div><div>Me: who are you sitting with?</div><div><br></div><div>D: I have a tiny little boy next to me.</div><div><br></div><div>Me: What is his name? And how small is he?</div><div><br></div><div>D: His name is Xxx. And he is slightly taller than me.</div><div><br></div><div>Me: He is taller than you and you call him tiny? </div><div><br></div><div>D: Heehee! He is still tiny! </div>stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-22584027509303591172014-02-11T07:59:00.001+08:002014-02-21T08:38:13.649+08:00Exercise and weight lossI have been trying to lose some pounds for some time now.<br />
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Walking, swimming, and watching my diet.<br />
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But none of it seemed to worked. Unless you consider losing half a kilo after 4 months.<br />
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A friend commented that that kind of difference was more like the result of a bowel movement :P<br />
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Even with the fitbit and walking 10,000 steps a day, The needle on the weighing scales hardly budged.<br />
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Someone commented that she expected me to have put on some weight after the year-end vacation and was surprised that I didnt.<br />
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Well, I'm glad that I the pounds didnt pile on despite the festive feastings, and year-end vacation. So maybe that in itself is an achievement.<br />
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Funnily, I lost 2 kg over the last two weeks and I didnt do a thing. I missed my morning walks, I didnt swim nor do my taichi. And I ate as usual.<br />
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It's STRESS, I tell you. That's the way I lose weight. I only need something to worry me, upset me, and the pounds just shed! It's the weight carried by this brain of mine that works it for me.<br />
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Others, put on weight when stressed, but for me it has the opposite effect.<br />
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Not something to rejoice over though.stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-74564855146853664282014-01-28T08:02:00.001+08:002014-01-28T08:08:51.990+08:00A crab? - Tough exterior, soft and tender insideThe teacher I heard most about from my daughter during the first couple of weeks of school was her English teacher, Mrs T. She kept telling me that she was very strict, fierce and demanding. She had class rules, she laid out her expectations from day 1 and kept reminding them.<br />
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So, when the day of the parents' briefing rolled around, I kept a look out for Mrs T. Though I have had 2 other children go to that school, I have not heard of this teacher before.<br />
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Just my luck, she did the briefing for English for the whole standard even though that is usually done by the Head of Department. A small petite teacher. She has very clear in covering what was expected of the students and the changes to the syllabus.<br />
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When we broke up into our class groups, I took the opportunity to engage her about my daughter, and she came across as very business-like. Other mums whom I spoke to that morning too confirmed that their children had mentioned that she was very fierce and strict.<br />
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The day before D went in for her infusion, I e-mailed her teachers regarding her absence from school, and requested for D to be briefed on the school and homework she would miss.<br />
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Mrs T was the only teacher who replied to my email. She replied to say that she hoped that it was nothing serious. That alerted me to the fact that D's form teacher had not briefed the other teachers of D's condition. I briefly replied explaining D's medical condition to her. She then came back with a barrage of questions including how she could help and her concern. I then responded and outlined to her my requests that I had forwarded to the form teacher previously regarding D's condition and what needed to be done.<br />
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She did not reply to my last email to her.<br />
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Yesterday, after school when D came out, the first thing she told me was: Mrs T carried my bags for me to class this morning!!<br />
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She had searched D out before assembly and helped her out with her heavy school bag. (One of my requests was for the school to allow me to help D with bringing her school bag to class when it was heavy, but I did not get approval for that as classroom areas are restricted to students and school staff only for security reasons.)<br />
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Many of D's classmates were shocked. The fiercest teacher carrying D's school bag for her. They even shared this piece of information with those who did not witness it!! It was class news!!<br />
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I then reminded D that she had to thank Mrs T every time she helped her out. I further reminded her that Mrs T needed to be strict in order to maintain order in class. She laid out her best expectations as she wanted her students to do well. She was a tough teacher with a soft heart. The best kind, I must say!<br />
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I tell you, Mrs T must be a Cancerian - one with a tough exterior but are really soft and tender inside.<br />
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I must say, what she did really touched me. I feel more at ease now, as I know that there is someone looking out for my D's safety whilst in school!<br />
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Thanks Mrs T. You are a GEM!!<br />
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<br />stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357812172792833667.post-51449671512259068862014-01-26T16:18:00.003+08:002014-01-26T16:18:38.424+08:00Are you OK?It happened 2 days in a row.<br />
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When they were drawing blood from D, the nurses turned to me and asked me: Mummy, are you ok?<br />
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Of course, I am ok! I am not the one being poked!!<br />
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And on another note: Why do they all call me D's mummy? They jolly well know her full name. Why don't they just call me Mrs A?stay-at-home mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04977522411804549074noreply@blogger.com0