Where you'll go after you're dead depends on who your Big Boss is

top: Gmarket

lace cardigan: Gmarket

jeans: Gmarket

belt: Mphosis

flats: City Plaza

Today is Black Friday. I received news of my aunt's passing yesterday and thus had to wear black for the funeral today.

I am not sure exactly what happend to her but she had suffered a stroke a few years back and was very weak since then. And she is considered quite young, perhaps 50 this year? She leaves behind her 2 children and a husband.

Although I am not close with her, to hear of anyone's passing is always a sad thing to do. Especially when its within the family. I don't know why but somehow I'm quite affected by it as it serves like a wake up call to me.

Death is part of our lives, it is everywhere and it can happen to anyone, everyone anywhere. Life stops for the dead, but the world will continue to go on for the living. So, cherish your life. Live on and be who you are, do the things you like and love the people around you.

Just don't be a jerk and you'll be fine.

Nobody's best friend

Tuesday's:

top: Gmarket

maxi skirt: This Fashion Outlet (sadly, this has closed down)

flats: Every Little Thing She Needs

Thursday's:

top: thewomenscloset

jeans: Denizen

flats: City Plaza

frilly hairpin: Aries

*****

You know everyone has a friend call Murphy. He is that one friend that we all wish to get rid of. He's the friend that magically made all the taxis disappear when you desperately need one (espcially when you're running late!), closing the train doors just when you're about to reach it, queuing for the ATM to draw out cash and only to find out the person before you has drawn out the last bits, wearing your new pair of fancy flats and it had to rain heavily the moment you stepped out of the house, giving up that seat for that elderly and to find out the person sitting beside you is getting off and another person grabed it before you do and just when you thought your bills are settled, there comes another one and another one and another one.....

Anything that can possibly go wrong, does. - Murphy's Law

No wonder no one likes you.

When one gets down, the way up is to look at the beauty around them. So says I

I'm going to be vain and post my daily outfits here afterall. Hopefully it will spur me up to dress better and crack my brains on how to shop out of my wardrobe which consists of 3 clothes rack (fyi, my husband has only 1). Although I'm not sure if I'll follow through with it everyday, depends on my outfits!

top: Gmarket

belt: from somewhere

jeans: New Future

flats: Gmarket

*****

Okay vanity aside, I've been feeling quite down. The question of happiness popped in my head yesterday when I was on the way home after work. It came out of nowhere and jolted me up straight. It kept questioning me if I'm really happy.

Happiness is such a subjective term. How do you define happiness anyway. When you're thirsty and you gulped down an ice cold coke, you feel happy. When you finally met your favourite idol, you feel happy. When you snatched that last pair of shoes that was on sale from another mad woman's clutches, you feel happy and a sense of triump to add onto it. And perhaps when you finally pooped after 2 weeks of constipation, you feel happy too.

hap·pi·ness   

–noun

1. the quality or state of being happy.

2. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.

Happiness results from the possession or attainment of what one considers good.
(as define by Dictionary.com)

For me, happiness is more of being in the moment. That moment when I woke at 2am this morning and realised I still have another 4 hours more of sleep, I am happy. That moment when my bus and I arrived at the same time at the bus stop, I am happy. The moment when I held a $1000 note in my hands, I was happy until I had to return it. Or that one time I tried on a pair of Christian Louboutins shoes and was walking around the store till the sales assistant kept giving me dirty looks and I had to take it off, I was happy.

I don't know about you, but I get my happiness in short moments. Which means I can be unhappy and miserable for a long time before my shot of happiness comes. And when it does comes, I am only happy till I remember I have to face certain ongoing struggles, then I get all moody and depressed again. What can I say?! I wear my heart on my sleeves.

But! I am working my way towards to being a better person. I am striving to contain my emotions and being contented in my happy state for a longer period of time. Through enjoying my family time, fueling my current obsession with style blogs and my trying attempts at it, heh. And if all else fails, at least I still have him for my happiness rush.

my happiness index

Other mothers do scrapbooking as projects with their kids. I make mine wear nice clothes and take photos together

Okay, so these past days I've been obsessed with fashion blogs. I drool over their clothes, shoes, bags, hair and make-up and wowed over their photos. And then it struck me. Maybe, just maybe I can do something like that! But wait! I'll use my kid as the model!

So all I see are adults' fashion blog, and I have this idea of doing a kids fashion blog, maybe just without the awesome photography skills and camera to boot. Anyway, all I have is a cute kid and his clothes, how hard can it get right? Heck, I'll even throw myself into the photos too, ha!

Starting this week, I'm going to dress my kid up in his bestest clothes. And take pictures with my trusty IPhone. I don't have any cool DSLR so if anyone wants to sponsor, you know who to look for!

And a preview:

i truly believed he was born to pose

top: Primark

belt: Zara kids

pants: bought in JB

snadals: Kiddy Palace

drinks: Ribena

trying to get him to stand still while baiting him with Ribena

in case anyone is interested in what the mother is wearing

top: Primark

shorts: Primark

sandals: Mitju

We'll going to have so much fun!

I found the better one

Today, I discovered (okay maybe you already knew) Gmarket. But wait, I'm talking about the upper crust one. That girl you love to hate, the one with the glossy hair, beautiful clothes and perfect complexion. The girl you always give your evil eye to.

People, meet Gmarket, the Korean version. Go on, click it!

Excuse me while I go google the translation from gobbersmack to English.

If everytime I drool when I stalk her blog, the ocean would be mine

Can you say salivate? It's blogs like this that made me really really wished I am in the US of A instead of S in a G.

Nevertheless, I am inspired. Truly truly inspired to go hunt down all the thift stores in our tiny little dot to make it work!

Peace out.

Child Label

I got it! Remember I was gushing about this?  It finally arrived in my mail yesterday. Now I can go around labeling my child erm stuff.

i should have secretly used my name instead

not only do I label my child, I feed him KFC for dinner too

Happy weekend!

This one's for you kiddo

Hey handsome, today you turn 18 months. Mama reminded herself to write a note on your 18 months to sort of celebrate this milestone, so here we go!

From the beginning when you were still inside me, I want to thank you for being such an easy foetus to take care of. You did'nt give me any morning sickness, weird cravings like durian (really thank you!), or to the extreme like eating chalk or dust. However, I had to eat fishballs like for several weeks just because you wanted it. Turns out, when you were born, your face was as round as one.

And when it was time for you to face the world, Mama had an easy time too. Okay the pain was a killer but there's nothing like a good dose of epidural right? And Daddy? He was so brave! He was right beside me all the time and its a good thing his hand is still intact today. He of course had the honour of cutting your umblical cord when you popped out.

I still remember that moment when you were finally in my arms. You're all soft and warm and squishy but its kind of hazy to me because Mama's eyes were blurry with tears, yet all I can remember was that relief of having something popping out of me, heh.

2 weeks

After all the excitement of going through a live birth, all I wanted to do was sleep. But I had to feed you first. However you had the same idea as me and all you wanted to do was sleep as well. In fact, you slept so much that I did'nt have to feed you at all! And then it got too much that we had to force you to wake up to feed but still you went right on sleeping!

2 months

yout yiyi favourite position to place you

Looking back, I'm really glad that I took that year off to look after you. I got to witness your many firsts. Like your first roll over, your first laugh, your first teething, your first meal, your first crawl and your first steps. You and I both.

And though that period was fraught with many challenges and uncertainties, you were the only bright spark that kept the family together. I wouldn't want to imagine otherwise.

mini sumo at 4,5 months?

 You're such a darling! Whenever we went out, random strangers would often stop and play with you. Often they would remark, So cute! and you'll flash them your cheery smile. You're going to be such a charmer, oh wait, you already are!

10 months

 I truly can't ask for more. You're an easy baby, happy when you have food, milk or snacks. And you're such a cheeky boy too. Trying to test your limits but whenever you know that you've gone too far, you would give that cheeky laughter and get away scot free. Your Mama is very easy to bribe eh?

Have I mentioned how I love to watch you sleep? The way your eyelids flutter, your juicy cheeks and the way you turn over in your sleep, makes it so entertaining to watch, ha! But most of all, its your innocence. No cares, no worries.

my baby sleeps

 And now that you're officially a toddler, there's so much more for you to explore! More sights to behold and more journeys to experience. Go on dude, your world is waiting for you.

 off to see the world!

Have a good one darling.

Playing hide and seek

Till the next time!

Yesterday I met up with some of my long lost secondary school friends for some catch up. It was really great fun and much laughter over dinner! We laughed over silly things, chat about our lives, plans for an upcoming wedding, housing, maids, ex boyfriends and made snide remarks on a blind waiter (he's just obviously blind to our need for his services).

Its really amazing how we've all grown through the years, I mean most of our looks have not changed much, just perhaps we've become better looking, I hope. Almost all of us are married or getting married save for one, she's still very much available!

I don't want to jinx it by saying we should have another meet up, because whenever this is being said, it does'nt happen. So till the next gathering comes along, see you'all there!

Crabby Dinner!

Guess where we had our dinner?!

juicy

green vegetables are good for you

ignore the chlorestrol naysayers

ignore somemore

In the comfort of our own home! Without strangers staring while we suck on that giant crab claw, all the gravy dripping of our chin and that barbaric tearing of that fatty skin off the roast duck, we let loose the carnivore in us!

All dishes cooked by the husband except for the roast duck. His level is not there yet. But one's wife is always appreciative of her husband when he can cooked gourmet meals like this, by offering to do the washing up heh.

For you, Dad

We celebrated the Ah Gong's birthday at Ivins yesterday. Ah Gong was more pleased at seeing his grandson than over the food though. The irony is, the son is quite afraid of him, ha! I don't know why but it could be due to my dad's towering height of 1.85m which to a little boy might seem a tad too intimidating. Or it could be due to the fact that every move the boy makes would be met with an overly anxious Be careful! Be careful! followed by an Aiyoh! and Tsk Tsk!. Or it might be all of the above put together.

I'm glad that my dad loves my little boy. He would buy things for him, attempt to carry him to go for a walk (not very successful most times, unless bribed with food), make him laugh and do the high swinging action on him. He would often call and asked how's he doing, what's he doing and would badgered me to send him the little boy's latest photos.

the ah gong's belated birthday

While we'll growing up, my dad is the typical asian father type. He would come home after work, reads his newspaper and hardly talks to my sister and I. It is only after I got married that he seems to changed. He became more lively, crack jokes, offers to send us to certain places and make an effort to communicate with us more. Granted, I wasn't doing all these things which I should be the one doing, so I've come to appreciate my dad more and more now. But I'll try for you Daddy!

Ending with naked pictures of my son.

this is what we do to babies after their bath:

take naked pictures of them and post online



But don't forget to crimp your lashes too!

I'm a practical girl. The tees and jeans combo, pony tails (the only hair style that I know how to do it properly), flats and slouchy bag kind of girl. Very low maintenence and fuss-free. So when it comes to make up, I'm like that too.

Well to be honest, I don't really know much about the techniques in the first place anyway. The little I know now comes from reading magazines, and a short tutorial guide from my sister-in-law many eons back, ha. So for a while, I went through the full make up phase. Like foundation, eye shadow, mascara, blusher the full works, only thing was, I suck at it. On good days, it was barely passable. On bad days, I looked like I did my make up in the dark. Brows were drawn too thick, blusher too dark and bascially I can auditioned to be the bride of Frankestein.

But through the years, through trial and error and alot of 'constructive feedback' from my then boyfriend now husband, I've learnt what sort of make up suits me. As a self professed natural beauty (snigger sniggers), I suit the natural look better than the overly made up look. And even more so as a mother now, my make up has to be done in 10 mins flat. If not, both the son and husband will start to be grouchy if I took too long to get ready.

Which is why I'm currently using only 2 products:

Dr Jart BB Cream Silver Label

bb=blemish balm, not blackberry

I used to use ZA Two way foundation,and it was really good! Smooth and gives me a good coverage. But after my sister got the BB cream in Korea last year, I've been using this ever since. Usually, the pros will use this as a base for the foundation. But I found it too thick on my skin if I followed their steps, so I've skipped it and just used the BB alone. A little goes a long way and it not only provides me with good coverage, it also helps to maintain my oily T-zone! Anything that makes my face not looked like an oil pan is a good product! Ha, double yay!

Benefit Benetint Rosy

for that natural flush.
anymore natural you'll have to do your own excercise to get it

And I really enjoy using this. It can be used on the cheeks as well as on the lips. The colour looks dark in the bottle, but 3 dots is all you need for that rosy flush! Well if you prefer a darker flush, perhaps apply 5 dots instead? Heh.

So there you have it. Make up for the practical and hurry-up-what-is-taking-you-so-long mother and wife.

This little boy of mine

king of the slide

You know what they say about children growing up too fast? Its very true. They do grow up too fast. Take this little boy of mine. Just a while back, he was only a tiny little thing weighing less than a sack of rice. Then slowly, he grew a little bit bigger till he was about the same weight as said rice. And then overnight, it seems like he grew up so quickly just like the beanstalk in the children's book.

Recently he has learnt a few more words. Like pissed which actually means please but well, we don't really know don't we? Heh. And more words like up, head, staw (straw), miak miak (milk), ter (water), kuk (yakult), kake (biscuit), tank (thank you), dang (Xiao Din Dang, his newfound friend), gum (playground), bus, car, bird, cat, go and ta min (Benjamin)

He is also discovering his other body parts. A few days ago, I found him staring at his fingers and wriggling them. So being the educational mother, I told him they are his fingers. He just gave me a look like duh?! Haha that was classic. Well he can also point to his belly button when I asked him and he knows he has a penis since he's always pulling at it when he's diaper-less. He has also shown his cheekiness. Like whenever he does something which he hasn't done before e.g balancing his water bottle on the high chair, he will look at us and shrugged and gave the hahaha laughter. It's literally hahaha!

So far, he is showing more and more of his character and temperament. He is quite a chatty boy, blubbering away with us. A little on the cautious side as he will usually observed first before doing anything. And if he wants something badly, he will eh eh eh till he gets it. This little guy can really beg well.

Oooh! A few more months and he'll turn two! Two!! My baby is going to be two!!

Ulcers and turd

You know whats an even bigger pain now? Having a giant ulcer on your tongue! Yeah! Its like lets party on this smooth pink tongue ulcers! Want to have even more fun?! Lets enjoy it even more with sharp shooting pain, no more hard solid food and squeamish, contorted facial expressions when she tries to drink water!! Yay! Yay!

Oh I'm going to make sure the party stops real soon. I'm buying a giant tube of Bonjela and covered all you suckers up till you can't breath and choke on it!!! Ha!

*****

See this? It fell out of my son's diaper because he's hasn't pooped for 2 days and his stomach decided to make up for it resulting in an overflow diaper of shit-ness.

how a real piece of shit looks like.

so picture this if you wanna insult somebody next time

And to top it off, all the hoola baloo of going for the NDP show? It turns out we've missed the collection date period and we're not going anymore. Boo!

Story of my life.

This is the way I brush my teeth!

If there's any pain to rank up there with childbirth, that would be a toothache. Even the mode of pain is similar, like contractions. Pain comes, pause for a while then the next wave comes again. And you know you really got to go when the pain comes intensely and within 5 minutes apart. Yup I got to go deliver my toothache!

Apparently this ache has been lingering for a few months. Yeah I know, ignore the pain and it'll go away right? Fat hope!

At first it was just a small little shooting pain when I tried to eat or drink cold stuff. Then whenever I brush my tongue against it, there will be a stronger shooting pain. Again I ignored it. And then came the massive pain yesterday.

It was so bad that it spread to my jaw bone. At times the pain would be so bad that I couldn't focus and I thought I really would pass out from it. But I endured. I thought if I could just make it back home and took some painkillers, I'll be fine. Again fat hope.

When I met up with the husband and my sis and told them about it, they asked me to go visit a dentist immediately. Now, visiting a dentist is different from a doctor you know? They see, they saw and they drill. Gosh the drilling!

Anyway when I went to the dentist, it was bad. My wisdom tooth was jutting out at an angle and pushing onto my last molar. Because of this, both had bad decay and had to be removed. And to top it off, one of my upper molars had also quite deep decay and had to be drilled out for fillings to saved it! My goodness! After all these years of faithfully brushing twice a day, this is what I get?!

The procedure took about 45 mins. I had to asked the dentist to give me a strong dosage of anesthetic to numb the area. And throughout I was very tensed! You can't blame me! The drilling was the killer! If only they provide mufflers as well!

In the end, I'm now short of 2 teeth and I've to get an implant for my missing molar next week. This is to prevent my upper molar from descending downwards and screw up my biting powers.

Morale of story? Don't sneer at the dental posters nagging you to visit them twice a year. Do that and you might save yourself alot of tooth-break and your teeth too.

I want my sunshine back

The son has been sick for the past few days. First it was a slight fever which went away when we gave him paracetemol, then came the occasional cough. And then after, came the phlegmy cough. This was the worst. It kept all of us up most of the night.

He coughs, he cries, we pacify him. He coughs, he cries, we pacify him. Its like Ground Hog Day, just the junior version. The strange thing is, in the day he is okay. I mean well he is sort of clingy and all, but he still manages to play by himself for a short while and feeds himself well. But comes night, its like who let the gremlins out?

The coughs just keep on coming and its so heartbreaking to see him cough so hard. I just wished there is a medicine to melt all his phlegm away. And to his credit, he has been a real trooper, taking it all in his stride. And I admit because he's not feeling well, I'll let him do things that I usually would'nt allow him to. Like opening the fridge door for the umpteenth time just so he can play in it, playing with the baby powder and coating himself and the sofa with it, playing with his food, playing with his water, generally playing with anything he can get his hands on. A sick baby is a grouchy baby, so I figure its better to give him all the fun he needs now, no matter how messy it'll be.

Oh, the husband is reading this, so thank you love for offering to look after him while I slep last night! I did'nt hear a single sound! And he's really the best thing that we've ever done togther, ha!

my sunshine