Fashion faux pas

This morning I walked out of the house chin-up and confident because I was able to fit into one of my pre-pregnancy shirts.

Did my usual presentation in the group morning meeting and left the room early. As I was walking out (fast-paced) of the room, the first two buttons on my shirt POPPED OFF! (I think) I managed to quickly cover my new bra with the ONE sheet of paper I was holding and rushed out of the room!!

"@#$%^&, did anyone see???"

" I think they were all looking down on their reports.... ??!!"

" My juniors (men) were seated right across the room entrance!"

" How gross to see your boss in her latest bra..."

Stay CALM. Deep breath. Pretend to be cool and be an ostritch.

I contemplated to spill some coffee on the shirt to create an excuse to get a new one because it's too obvious to change a BRIGHT YELLOW top for no reason. But I didn't because it's too ''mechanical''. Instead, I sneaked out and got myself another YELLOW top with NO buttons and a black cardigon for camoufludge.

What a day!

PS: The buttons popped off not because my upper body has grown in size but the buttons are simply lousy (wear and tear?!)

Kodak moment

“This makes a hard day at work worthwhile”

                                                ~~~~Daddy M      

Embracing change

Today, someone at work asked me if my life has changed TOTALLY being a mother.  I patronised and said yes, without thinking much. 

7.43pm: SMS from daddy M: “She has said mummy about 20 times” - It’s result season now and I missed putting S to sleep last night after being called remotely ‘mummy’ for 100 times.

8.40pm: I got a call from daddy M: “Can you talk to her? She’s crying…”

I packed my work. No questions asked.

I was home within 30 minutes to savour a 30 minute sleeping ritual.

10.00pm: Turned on my computer and continued working.

12:18am: Here I am.

I’m sorry I patronised you earlier but YES, my life has changed TOTALLY.

Don’t disturb me!

When I said “make fun of little things” in my previous post, this is what I meant. S is part of the little things, literally.

Leave room for cream

 

I take my coffee black, no cream and no sugar.  I recently read a great article that we should leave room for cream in life. Cream sweetens, lightens and riches. Reflecting, I thank God that I do try to take my life “white”.

Sweet: Precious time with friends, laughing and enjoying each other. Make fun of little things and spend time with my family.

Light: Feeding on God’s word, which is a light for our life in path. I may not have time to read the Bible daily, but I know by spending  5-15 minutes a day meditating on His goodness should also suffice.

Rich: Giving back, either through time or money. My ‘richness’ would be the  involvement in our church’s children ministry.  I’m privileged to serve, experiencing first hand His miracles on the little ones.

Is your cup filled to the brim that it would overflow if you try to add cream?

Happy Valentine's

Happy Valentine's day! I hope you make it a point to tell someone you love him/her on this day (if you have not done so for the remaining 364 days!).
Although we are not celebrating Valentine’s Day in a cliché way (no flowers, no candle light dinner), it's still a day worth showing off my valentine's and wish him love...

This is my handsome valentine on the night when our eyes met.

7 years later, he is a proud daddy to this cute giril! And of course, still handsome (wink)!

Happy Valentine's babe! You're the best!

Therapeutic CNY

Strangely I don’t feel as excited as I used to be over CNY this year. But I’m glad to be home for a week – the longest break in Penang since 2003. As usual, apart from the handful house visits, I’ve been  staying at home watching TV, snacking, napping, spending time with bb S and family.

I needed a break. Something unpleasant happened at work while I was away on my long-haul trip. Coupled with the hectic travelling schedule and miserable cold weather, I started to question the viability of my job during the trip. Travelling back to Penang immediately after the trip (same day) was like going into a hiding place, running for cover from war. My mind and body instantly went on a ‘shutdown’ mode. Singapore and work seem far far away. I secretly think that I’m a different person in Penang vs. in Singapore. Less control freak. More pleasant disposition.

Being in Penang is always therapeutic. Years ago, I used to run away from problems in Singapore to ‘recover’ in Penang. This trip feels like a deja vu. One more day to go and I’m not looking forward to end it.

xoxo,

A simple Penangite