Archive for October, 2013


While describing her Show-and-Tell session in school to me last night with regards to her chosen Halloween costume, Peanut said:

A lot of the girls in my class are princesses. But I didn’t choose to be a princess.


Before we left the house this morning, Peanut told me she wanted to bring one of her story books to school on “A Princess is…” because a lot of her friends want to be princesses but they always argue with each other or are rude to each other. So she wanted to bring the book to school to tell her friends that princesses are polite and smart and do not fight.


I gave Peanut a huge hug before she left for school today and hoped that she will always, through her life, maintain that courage and confidence to stand up tall in her frog costume in a room full of princesses in froufrou dresses.

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I spent a large part of Saturday afternoon cooking pasta sauce. I deseeded and skinned the tomatoes, roasted them, made onion jam, rendered bacon fat, roasted garlic…I fried, I stirred, I pureed, I simmered.

At the end of 3 hours, I had 7 servings of stewed tomato sauce to freeze. The taste was really quite out of this world.

While portioning the sauces between the freezing containers and looking back at the week past, I thought to myself:

How queer. Now that I am older, it would seem that what I want from the world is more complex tastes and more simple relationships.


After sharpening one of two boxes of brand new colour pencils the kiddies got in school for Children’s Day with a conventional sharpener.

Me: These pencils keep breaking! And I can’t believe this! I actually have a blister on my right hand from sharpening pencils!

He: [looks down at me while walking through the living room from the washing machine to the balcony laden with freshly washed laundry] Would you rather hang clothes or sharpen pencils?

Sometimes, dreadful tasks are only as dreadful as the angle you consider them from. If you straighten up from your cross-legged seat by the wastepaper bin and look at it all in context, it isn’t really so bad, you know?

That said, can’t wait till the kiddies learn to sharpen their own colour pencils.

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Just so we are clear:

I periodically delete people off my Facebook friends list. I do so because I no longer want these people to participate in my life.

I also delete people off my phone book, usually the same people I delete from my Facebook friends list and some other people I no longer have any desire to waste any memory on. So when you text me and my reply is “Who are you?” You know you have been deleted.

So it is personal. I am not denying that. Remember that I am just as entitled as the next person to be petty and small minded on occasion.

If you are one of the deleted, you have a few options:

1. You can ask me in person why I deleted you. But before you do that, please ask yourself whether you really want to know and whether you really can handle me telling you in your face what a shitty person I think you have been to me.

2. You could try to add me back. Sometimes I add people back. That is when I become indifferent to whether or not they participate in my life. That can only happen through passage of time. Or I’ll ignore your friend request. Then you have confirmation that I really don’t want to be friends.

3. You can ignore me in real life, which is probably what I hope you’d do anyway so no skin off anyone’s nose and we all get to escape that awkward silence in the middle of small talk.

4. You can bitch to the next 20 people you meet about what a piece of shit I am. That’s okay by me too because the feeling is mutual. But seriously? You want to tell 20 people how you are upset because I un-friended you on Facebook? That’s kinda sad, right?

5. You can pretend that you don’t know and continue to be nice to me. In which case, you will have to deal with the awkward silence in the middle of small talk and also the occasions where I turn all shifty and weird towards you because I sometimes do when put under stressful social situations.

I have just found out over the course of the last 2 weeks or so that there are apparently dire consequences in the workplace flowing from un-friending people you know at work on Facebook.

I am appalled. Everyone should just take a chill pill and knit a frog hat as follows:


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Me: I have just logged into the website 5 times over the last hour or so and I cannot redeem my credit card points. This is not a new problem. I have had this same problem over the last 2 years or so and I was told that there might be a problem with my card. But you issued a new card to me just two months ago and I still can’t redeem points online. What is the problem?!

She: Oh, how did you log in?

Me: By my online PIN with the OTP sent to my phone.

She: By the card number and expiry date?

Me: I have tried it that way too. It is just not working out for me.

She: Can I ask you some verification questions?

Me: Sure.

She: [asks for my name, ID number, birthdate…] What was the last transaction on your card?

Me: Huh? Erm…I think it was lunch on Monday.

She: How much?

Me: ?!?! Erm…$21.00?

She: Any other transactions?

Me: There could be but I can’t remember!!

She: Any other transactions you can remember?

Me: WTF?!

She: Okay. Let me change the question. What is your mother’s name?

Me: ?!?! [proceeds to spell mother’s name]

She: Let me check…It seems like someone has blocked your phone PIN function. No worries. I will unblock the function and send you a PIN number.

Me: What has my phone PIN got to do with logging in ONLINE to redeem rewards? Not like I need my phone PIN to log in online right?

She: Yes. But you cannot redeem points online if your phone PIN is blocked.

Me: But why? And I have never had a phone PIN in the history of me banking with you! And why hasn’t anyone told me this over the last two years?!

She: I’m sorry. But I have unblocked your phone PIN. You can try to log in now.

[After a long while of logging in and trying to redeem points…]

Me: It still has an error message!!! I still can’t redeem my points!

She: Okay…maybe you should wait for your phone PIN to arrive in the post before you try to log in and redeem points again. Can I redeem your points for you over the phone now?

*head explodes*


In other news, The Other Half has just booked a holiday to Legoland etc in two weeks! The kiddies can now stop harassing us about wanting to sit on “the dragon choo-choo train”!

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There’s a rather virulent strain of stomach flu going on. I’ve been either nursing it myself or wiping down some kid’s arse / mouth or stuffing medicine down little throats and cuddling fussy whiny children whom even monsters won’t come close to.

This morning, my sister said to me, “This is really terrible! My whole family was down over the week! You know the next time when your kids are ill, can you just keep them at home and not bring them over to the parents’ so that my kids can catch it from them?”


Apparently it is okay for my whole family to shut down but not hers. Apparently it is also my fault that your immune system is not rocks enough.

And then she told me that her family was so sick of staying at home that they went out, stomach flu and all, to the park on Sunday.

Wait a minute. Doesn’t that mean that she is infecting other people who come into contact with them at the park? And that’s okay while it is not okay for my kiddies to come into contact with her kiddies while they are ill because I have to do a couple of trials that no one can do for me and the Court is not about to reschedule on account of my kiddies being ill?

How about not bringing her kiddies to my parents’ place when my kiddies are ill? Since it is so easy to get leave off work in her universe right? And you think I want all the kiddies to be ill? I don’t. But it happens. You catch it from cousins or you catch it from school. It just happens. It is inevitable.

Or maybe I am such a convenient scapegoat for everything that she has forgotten Logic.

I just really don’t.

So here’s a picture of Star Scream strangling Bumblebee as a reflection of my frustrations:


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