Nov 15, 2012

Children Books' Pick: Hans C. Andersen

I am still tangle with the Terrible-Two and Grouchy-P1-Schooler. Well, it is not new to hear from this space. 

Anyway, in the midst of all the hectic-ness, I am committed to another guest post to talk about one of the best Children Book's Author in the world. Thanks Winnie for having me over there;).
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This is my first book of fairy tales. 


I could not remember when exactly I got it, probably it was during my upper primary schooling years. The book consists of twelve long stories with only one to illustrate for each story. Some even had no pictures. But those powerful words enough to blow my mind as a child. Not all of the stories ended happily ever-after, but I was immersed in the rich, imaginary world of the author to learn about good life value through princes and princesses, the poor and the wealthy classes, sparrows, swallows, ducklings, swans, peas, shoemakers and what not. I read the book so many times that I wonder if the tales were true? Most of the tales begin by saying it was a tale told long ago and retold before it is forgotten, or it was a tale told by the swallow or sparrow, which made the tales so believable, that I hoped I could listen and understand the birds tweeting.  And, some stories were sounded so real that I got aspired and I wish I could visit the museum that displays the pea!

Yes, I am talking about stories written by Hans Christian Andersen.  It was very much later I realised that Hans C. Andersen is one of the world beloved children's authors in the world. Almost everyone would have heard of his famous tales, such as The Ugly Duckling, Princess and the Peas, The Little Mermaid, The Emperor's New Suit and many more. Many of his stories are sophisticated and beautifully written, with tales that provoke my emotions. I took a long time to accept that Little Mermaid didn't get her princess and instead transformed into the cold foam of sea. 


Hans Christian Andersen was the first Danish author and poet, wrote many poems, plays, stories and travelogues, but is best known for his fairy tales. He once said that ideas for his stories 'lie in my mind like seeds and only need the kiss of a sunbeam or a drop of malice to flower'. Andersen's fairy tales of fantasy that are filled with moral values are popular with children and adults all over the world.

Andersen was born on April 2, 1805, in Odense, Denmark. His father was a shoemaker, and his mother earned money washing other people's clothes. His parents spoiled him and encouraged him to develop his imagination. Many say his life is a fairy tales itself, as he came from a poor background and yet became a remarkable storyteller for many decades.


He wrote more than one hundred and fifty fairy tales. He set new ground in both style and content, and employed the idioms and form of spoken language in a way that was new in Danish writing, leading many critics to comment his informal, chatty style. While fairy tales at his time were didactic and meant to convey information, he brought wit, irony and often ambiguity to his tales. Many of these tales teach us moral values that would help in everyday life or warn against something.

To me, he is the greatest story-teller, with an ability to weave the imaginary with reality. Different individual would perceive different message from each and every story of Andersen. For example, The Little Match Girl, spoke out for exploited children sent by their parents to beg in the streets. I was shock to learn that, at the same time, it taught me a lesson that how blessed I was with what I had as a little girl (I thought I was poor, but neh). Whilst, in The Fir Tree, he told a very meaningful story by telling a life of a Fir Tree rejoice in its growth and presence. 

"He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome."(from 'The Ugly Duckling') 

Over the years, Andersen's tales has “evolved”. Reading his tales again after growing up with abridged and altered versions of his creations can be quiet interesting, especially with a pre-schooler. Many of the stories are simpler and yet still contain amazing appeal to inspire new generation. The first Andersen’s tale I read to my daughter was Thumbelina. It was simple story, and like any other fairy tales with prince and princess, it ended “happily ever-after”.

We went to watch The Ugly Duckling when she was about 4 (or 5). The show presented the story better to the little ones.


Speaking of altered version of Andersen’s tales, my girl first learned about the Little Mermaid through Walt Disney, so much so she refused to accept the ending of the original version. Can't blame her, it's a happy ending compare to Andersen's. Well, I am sure she will learn the real beauty and power of Andersen’s literary  someday.

She was continued with other stories like The Emperor's New Suit. I love this as Andersen used the character of a child to speak the truth and question the moral of deluding oneself. Not every criticism or opinion is worth to be uttered:
"But he has nothing on at all," said a little child at last. "Good heavens! listen to the voice of an innocent child," said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said. "But he has nothing on at all," cried at last the whole people. That made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right; but he thought to himself, "Now I must bear up to the end." And the chamberlains walked with still greater dignity, as if they carried train which did not exist." (from 'The Emperor's New Suit,').

Recently my girl got to read The Nightingale in a simpler version via Usborne (part of the school reading program), it was a version without the Death and very much easier for her to read on her own. I took the opportunity to get The Nightingale from library and go through the story with her. Long with many more difficult words and more complicated scene (compare to Usborne's).

While I read, explained along the way, the Death, for the first time, is introduced to her. So she asked, "Who is he?" The book happened to have the illustration of the Death staring at the ill emperor with his cold, hollow eyes and many faces surrounded the room, making the scene fearfully still.

Her other questions included, "Can Death take away the emperor's spirit by judging his good and bad deeds?", "Why do you want to take away the emperor's spirit?" and "Why are there so many faces?"

I pondered, knowing how scaredy-cat she is. "He is someone very powerful who does his work like an emperor to decide whether you can live or dead," I replied.

"How?"

I tried to answer it tactfully. In many story books, Death is more of a loss, intangible, rather than portrayed as a character that comes and judges you at the last moment of your life. I told her that, it is the uniqueness of the story and is meant to remind us that there is nothing to be afraid of, even if it seems fearful in the story. Death is part of life, and in the case of The Nightingale, the emperor was ill and high possibility of his body "stop working", hence the spirit has to leave the body and resulting in the death of the emperor.

"The king seemed on the verge of death until the nightingale who had been banished from the court upon hearing of his illness came to offer comfort and indeed she managed to chase death away. By doing so, she gained her freedom and a promise from the king that he would listen his little bird and be a just and compassionate ruler. In turn, the nightingale would come back and sing for him to fill his heart with joy." (extracted from here)
I wasn't sure, but I reckon it is good to keep her contemplating and come back to me another form of question relates to death.

We'll see.

The story leads to a happy ending after all. The Nightingale showed her appreciation, revisited the ill emperor and chased the evil faces away. By doing that, she earned her freedom and a promise from the emperor.

From top left to right: The Ugly Duckling | The Steadfast Tin Soldier | The Princess and the Pea
From bottom left to right: The Nightingale | The Little Match Girl | The Emperor's New Clothes

There are far too many Andersen's tales I can share here. The books illustrated above are just some I can find from the fairy tale corner of a local library. Perhaps you could find a suitable story for your child(ren) in the list here before you head to the library to borrow the book.

Andersen's tales has been published in numerous collections during his life and many still in print today. Through this exercise of re-reading the tales and researching more about Andersen, I enjoy my self once again in his fabulous stories in English vis-a-vis Chinese version of mine. My first book of fairy tales is somewhat unabridged from the English, not bad, in my opinion. 

[Some other tales in my book include The Red Shoes, The Pea Blossom, The Buckwheat, The Flying Trunk that I opine they are more suitable to older children in upper primary school level.] 


Reblogged from here.

I also blogged about another Children Book's Author: Maurice Sendak

Oct 6, 2012

Cardboard Challenge

I have been tied down very badly with work. But seeing so much sharing about Caine's Arcade in Facebook, I couldn't get off my mind from those cardboard. It was contagious and I was tempted to bring the girls to attend Cardboard Dreams, to learn about the fun of so-called "Minimum resources, maximum sense of achievement". It was our mantra back in University days, where we always given limited funding to run a project. And we made wonders!

But I can't. Works are piling and the boss' voice is stern, incredibly. While considering to go or not to go, I showed Jiejie about Caine's Arcade. At the same time, I found out that my very nice friend, Evelyn and her daughter, Layla were attending, I thicken my face and asked her to bring Jiejie along with them too. She responded with green light! We were thrilled!

And so our very short journey of building a game with cardboard had began from there.
The ball is meant to be hit and target to fall at the toilet paper roll on the bottom right.


Frankly, my elder daughter isn't a dreamer, she is a little lazy to be a builder. She watched the video of Caine's Arcade over and over again, pointing at different thing each time and declaring it as the object she would attempt to do. She then picked a simple plan to execute: make a hole at two opposite side of the box and let meimei to crawl in and out. The actual cardboard was only given to her on Monday afternoon, four days before the event. I taught her to sketch her plan, but she was rather cut-the-box-and-see-how-first. By Wednesday, I got anxious and tried to influence her and she gently agreed my 'suggestion' by nodding her head and accepted few adjustment to her creation. I thought, ahem! It's done! 

However, at the very last minute, as in Thursday night, less than 20 hours before the event, she watched the video again, finally set her mind and changed the idea. She wanted to build a Pinball machine! Or something equivalent. This time I suppressed my eagerness (after reading some sharing in SMB), head over to kitchen and got my self busy with dish-washing, left her with the father to re-birth her games. You know, guys are better in guiding rather than interfering. 

I reminded my self that my very simple thought was wanting her to enjoy the process of discovering numerous possibilities through the building of the game and giggles to the maximum level when she gets to play with other creations. It would be bonus if other kids enjoy her game too.

SC and I only helped out the taping and mending the box when she went into her dreamland.
Photo credits: Rachel @ MalMal Our Inspiration
On the actual day itself, she was jolly brought to E's place, together with her creation. I had planned to leave office early, asked permission a day before and the boss generously agreed. It would be great if I could at least join them for lunch at Botanic Garden, peek at everyone's satisfactory, or something like E suggested me to take a couple hours of "Me-time".

But things don't always go according to plan. It was a long haul, not just one matter but few kept me in my cubicle till 3pm! I didn't even have lunch and straight head back to E's place. 

When I picked her up, the first thing she told me was that no one played her game during the event. I can hear the voice with a bit of disappointment. She sounded more cheerful very soon when I asked her more about the day. Bit by bit about Angry Bird, story-telling session by Aunty Sarah, Aunty Jasmine's games, play with Dot, Poppy, and many other kids that she can't tell me the names (I'm sure she met Malcolm) . She highlighted that the Submarine was too fun to play with! I was beaming while listening. I reckon she enjoyed her self very much in playing other games and the pain for 'being unwanted' was healed unknowingly. Or rather like what SC was saying, being playful her, she probably too busy to run around to explore other games and left hers unattended. 

Either version, we are glad that she shows positive attitude and didn't grumble about it to us.

Photo credits: Jayne 
Toward the end of the day, Evelyn and other mums in SMB started to share more and more of the pictures and stories about the event. It got me hooked into the mood of cardboard again. They were so kind to tell me little bit more about her in the event and made me felt extremely heartwarming. I began to put pieces of info together and imagined my self travel back in time and this time, I was there with my girl and witness the fun! I giggled from ear to ear.

Didn't I say I meet great people in Mommyland?  

Photo taken by E @ The Bottomsup Blog

So she didn't make a sophisticated games to wow people, but she had a blast and very much wanting to go for another Cardboard Dreams again. And I'm think she learnt what I hope she would learn from there.

It was really simple: minimum resources, maximum achievement. In this case, maximum happiness. Often, it comes with creativity and perseverance in the package. You can tell I enjoy the process very much, seeing my girl building her little happiness from scratch. Thanks to Sarah for organised this.

One thing for sure, Little Bomber likes to play the games that her sister made. The girls have been playing with it everyday.

Sep 21, 2012

Babies' Smiles

Over at The Gingerbread Mum, Adora is embarking on a project about putting effort into making our kids SMILE through little things everyday. I think it is meaningful. I used to take photo of Jiejie everyday! not only smiley, teary too. In particularly, fond of the moment when her eyes twinkle or having lots of thing to tell me but couldn't.  But it was then, where there was just one child and I was not working. The effort was sort of diluted, after Little Bomber join us as family of four. 

Things are always different when #2. Especially she is quite high in spirit. Then, the elder child forming her own mind, her own voice, it takes me more energy and patince to mother them as days passing us by.

Having said that, I do have a good number of smiley shots of my girls. Flipping through the photo album, it instinctively cheer me up from a daunt day. 
A delightful smile from her, simply because she get to be out and about.

Back in March 2007, playground or outdoor park were mandatory for the little Jiejie. She was a playful toddler. Asthmatic, but still playful. Usually heading out in the evening would sure do us good, especially when we had a tension day.

It was a breezing evening stroll at The Bottle Tree Park, while waiting for daddy to arrive at the bus stop nearby and headed home together. It was one of the good old days for just the three of us.

Four years elapsed, outdoor strolling was still the best way for us to enjoy family moment. This time round, Little Bomber was just turn One. We were in Water Promenade of Marina Bay Sand. Must be the big sister being goofy in front of her and she giggled, affectionately.

I recalled it was a another breezing family outing, watching Little Bomber wobbly, attempted to walk without support and Jiejie demonstrated few martial stances. 


"A child's smile is one of life's greatest blessings." - Unknown. 

I have two. And this is a good reminder that I need to continue in capturing those enchanting smiles.


This post is linked to I Heart Smiles by The Gingerbread Mum 
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Sep 13, 2012

The Journey of Motherhood


I was guest blogging over at Mum in the Making, one of those interesting mom blogs that constantly inspire me to never give up in motherhood. She was hosting "A Month of Motherhood" separately in July and September. A group of moms shared their stories and, somehow, I signed up for it.

It took me a while to kick start the writing, surprisingly it given me a chance to have a deep look inside me, as a mother. When I thought I was done and submitted to Jus, those words bugged me that I should re-phrase the sentences here and there or I needed to add clarity here and there. The published version was the third submission, and actually countless of revision. 

I hope you enjoy to read something about me, something I wrote wholeheartedly.  
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Being a mother for coming to seven years, I realize that other parts of me are diminishing. I mean the crazy part of me, the adventurous part of me. I tend to think twice or thrice to an invitation, and say yes. I would often picture my girls in my mind if I have to consider any offer or move. Dreams that I used to have, are now far away, till I've forgotten what they were exactly. My plate as a mother is full, until zealousness decided to leave me alone with the children.

In retrospect, my transition to motherhood was sudden. It was massive, very massive. And critical too. It was C-section and the baby was pre-term. It was heart-breaking to see the little survivor lying in the incubator, attached to tubes and wires, watched over by a monitor that constantly flashed and bleeped. I was not expecting to take the roles and responsibilities as a mother with guilt, but I did. I took an unusual path to begin my motherhood journey. It came to my mind once that if my mum can do it (motherhood), I can too! Similarly and differently.

I became a kangaroo and a cow to the little one very quickly! I surfed the internet for answers to why my baby was in such a critical condition, I struggled through medical terminologies. I was told to look after my baby full time and I did. I became a radical by becoming a mother, remember the guilt? I would go insane for her skipping the afternoon nap, being fussy at food, or when someone condemned how I mothered my child.

The little survivor survived, growing, behaving like any other normal child, driving me up the wall. Of course, in any circumstance, I am thankful. She is one great survivor. She gave me a whole lot of courage to go for another pregnancy and give her a sibling, a full-term baby, who is giving me another set of awesomeness. I don’t call the younger sister Little Bomber for nothing.

It is interesting to look back, all the way back, to where I started my journey of motherhood. Both my girls are just fabulous for taking me along the ride of motherhood.  It is a long journey with a few life-altering moments, and full of surprises:

:: I stretch my brain cells, to be persuasive enough to ask my child to open her mouth to eat one more spoonful of food and another, and another and one more. Sometimes, I’m able to strategically distract a wild kid in public, without embarrassing myself. Sometimes, I think I am a genius to avoid war (between the child and I)!

:: I multitask: I eat peanut-butter sandwiches for breakfast, analysing a set of statistics in my working cubicle. Simultaneously, I call the school to confirm the upcoming excursion which my daughter had offered her mum as one of the parent volunteers. I produced a very happy morning.

:: I keep cooking really simple. I hunt for simple recipes that can stay in my brain for long. I can spontaneously, instantly cook, if my husband suddenly tells me for some reason, our plans to dine-out has to be cancelled. I am versatile!

:: I have an invisible book-keeper, for recording most rules, promises, punishments and rewards. This also comes with lots of bargains that make sense and are deemed acceptable to a seven-year-old girl or a two-year-old. The task of book-keeping is daunting, to be honest. Repetitive conversations like “MacDonalds for dinner tonight?” “Nope, we just went there three days ago. We can only go there at least once a week, remember?” “Then, how about KFC?” I think she wishes that her mom has short-term memory, so that she could eat her favourite French fries as frequently as possible.

:: I’m an unintentional stirrer to my second child’s temperament. “No” is not acceptable to her, but she gives us “No” all the time, except “Mommy”, which is an equation to “Drop everything and stick to me!” Sometimes, I wonder if it is karma, because I was rebellious and didn’t appreciate my mum.

:: I don’t like to be a mediator, but I have to be one. To suppress murderous feelings of one being victim and the other being the “aggressor”. For being fair and square in most cases of giving food, new clothes and toys, hugs and kisses, time and attention spent on both my girls.

:: For the past nine months, I smelt like a walking, opened bottle of dishwashing detergent, or sometime bleach. We have decommissioned the service of a part-time cleaner. I have been doing the mopping, washing, rubbing, folding and changing. SC, my husband, does the vacuuming and decluttering occasionally. We have just realized that home chores are forever an unfinished task, and I've finally decided to out-source.

:: Sometime, I act like a mad dog woman, barking nagging at the television, at poor marks, at ignorance, at terrible messes, at the innocent husband. I miss the days when I was a kangaroo and a cow.

:: Not to mention, I’m a fierce kicker to SC at night. I punch him occasionally. Nope, he doesn’t slap me. He knows pretty well that, I am fighting for more sleep.

I do have a number ten for the list, even number eleven and twelve. After all, it is a long journey and mine has just begun. The truth is, motherhood brings out the curious side of me, the kiasu side of me, the positive side and the toughness in me. It brings me to wonderful people in mommyland. It probably will bring me back to my dream. I don’t know where my journey will lead. I've stopped expecting, I've stopped comparing. I look at the now, I try to listen carefully to my girls, and I realize that they are the most important things in the whole world to me.  

“The journey of motherhood taught me very well that we are on our own journey. We’re facing our awesome challenges and taking risks that are just as breathtaking.  …The kids are with us just one time around and then they’re out there…” by Monika Deol,  one of the mothers who shared her story in Between Interruptions .

I can’t agree more.


Reblogged from here

Sep 6, 2012

The Opening of The Polliwogs@Robertson Walk

As I was saying my girls have yet to have fun in any indoor playground, The Polliwogs sent me one great invitation for their official opening of the second outlet at Robertson Walk.

Brilliant! I never been to any indoor playground. I mean, the girls never been to any of them. I gotto do a quick Google search to learn more about The Polliwogs *shame, shame*. The thing is, ordinary outdoor playground (like this one here) serves us tremendously well! Either for recharging energy purpose or releasing tension. Not to mention, there are great play areas in most shopping malls, too. I just need to allocate longer shopping time for supervision of the kids at play.

So, yes, we are rare parents for not bringing the children to indoor playground.

Anyway, Now that I have an opportunity to visit and experience the playground myself, I mean for the girls, why not? The 8,500 square feet of space, featuring state of the art play equipment and a comfortable cafe with free wi-fi enough to make me marvel!

Coincidently, The Polliwogs@Robertson Walk's official opening  was a date that I planned to meet my old friend, CS, for meet-up and for our kids to have playdate. SC was away for that entire week, I just have to plan something fun in between the whining and shouting.

So, I thought why not I ask permission to bring CS and her two kids with us for the event. I explained that we are old friends and hard to re-schedule for meet-up (since we are both mothers). Since our elder daughters are same age, playing in The Polliwogs will be more fun. At first I was worry for asking "too much" as the reply didn't come back to me promptly. But, I have luck this time, Maxine, the Marketing Manager, replied with a very positive tone to welcome my friend and her kids!
A climbing wall welcomes all.

I didn't want to make the girls ecstatic over the place prior to our arrival, especially Jiejie. Instead, I kept this very special playdate as a mysterious reward for her if she well-behaved for the entire week without daddy. The final destination was revealing only when she stand in front of the play zone.

She was thrilled! But I was not expecting her to behave so overwhelming. She dashed from one spot to another in such a hurry until I gave up in following her to find out what-so-fun about the playground itself. She must be over the moon and afraid that the fun would lapse very soon. Obviously I can't snap her a picture decently. She can't give me a minute of still, she was always in a hurry!

Little Bomber was following Jiejie everywhere she was. She looked a little lost to me, hence I took her out to the cafe area for a snack. She always need time to settle down in a new place.


Ahem, I think this is the place they call it "Ball Cannon and Shooting Areas". The kids stayed here for the longest. It must be fun to shoot the balls. The giant slides with ball pits fail to attract them, despite I called them over repeatedly. 
Strategizing in shooting?! Very serious instruction, listen carefully!

This was CS and the kids' first experience in The Polliwogs too. She thinks the admission charges are reasonable and she plans to ask her husband to visit Robertson Walk, where her children will have fun in The Polliwogs, while the adults take a break by sipping a glass of wine or two in any restaurant below. 

At the cafe, which is just few steps away from the play zone, CS and I chat and chat and well, we took turns to go into the play area to check the kids. Thank goodness it was an Official Opening! Food was catered, and it was yummy too (we must be starving!) Otherwise, we really don't know how to explain to the kids to stop playing for meal at least an hour?


Finally, Little Bomber soaked herself in the ball pit of the dedicated play arena for smaller children.
Oh, I do have one very decent picture of them (with few rounds of photo-edit) ;).
I thank The Polliwogs for their generosity to have us on their big day. It is not only for family and children entertainment and recreational place, it is an alternative for old friends with children to meet-up. CS and myself enjoyed the event (and the chatting) very much. Not to mention, the kids had a great blast! (We were last to leave the event.)

Effortlessly, indoor playground wins the heart of the girls! This is surely not the last time for us.

Aug 17, 2012

Photo *Heart* Fridays: Playground

SC was having migraine that day,
I was getting tired of handling two.
The kids didn't agree to go home. 
So 'throw them into playground' pop into my mind. 
We were nearby Ang Mo Kio 
We went to AMK Town West Garden. 
Making everyone happy.
This is one of the best way to recharge their energy,
and give ourselves a break. 





Having the blue sky to witness their joy,
having the earth to take their countess of stomping and patting,
having the the chance to recharge our energy (both parents and the children),
We heart playground;).


This post is linking with Photo Heart Fridays by Catch Forty Winks.



Aug 8, 2012

Aug 2012: Uniquely Her

Sometime, I think it is not her push the wrong button of mine. It is me, trigger the land mine inside her and got my self bombed. It is her temperament that I am still trying to grasp.

At young age, she is argumentative. Just yesterday, she refused to sleep earlier like jiejie (who already into the slumberland) because she is concentrating to do her 'homework'. It was just scribbling over the cardboard box that she got from Art Garden. Since when did she learn the word "homework"? Kids at this age pick up words fast, isn't it? Sometime, SC and I marvel at her witty statement and infectious grin. She is vivacious, she knows how to make us burst into laughter, when to give me a sloppy kiss to melt my heart, how to discharge my energy drastically.

She is uniquely bomber, both dreadful and wonderful!

Here, her trained-to-be-bombed mama decided to scrapbook a little to mark the very explosive Bomber, marching into 29th month. Challenging path ahead of us, why not take it positively. After all, kid grows fast these days.
Credits: Prego by Maya de Groof


Love you deeply.

This post is linking up with Wordless Wednesday by SakuraHaruka.

Jul 17, 2012

We, Rock Climbing.

Due to a very attractive calling, we went for rock climbing yesterday. All three of us climbed.Unbelievable! 

I don't know what makes me game into rock climbing. I never try it before. I never a sports person. I mean, I like sports, but I took very long time to really play well in badminton, then squash (then someone told me not worth the time for being the best in a game). Anyway, me now? I am 98% being away from rackets and balls these days (the 2% is house chores, don't say it is not counted!). I didn't really ask myself if I can do this or not. I didn't think much after saying yes to Pamela. I was pretty sure of not losing my life (or face) of this. As a mum, the initial thought is really, "Good for the kids to try". Well, I don't mind Bomber try if she was keen. But she wasn't.

Me trying? hmm... maybe not, little Bomber would be clingy to me. 

But hey, what if she shows interest to join jiejie to climb too? 

Ahem, then... no harm trying, isn't that our way of encouraging our children to strive for a challenge? It would definitely great opportunity to participate in first trying rather than cheering them at the side.

Yup, show jiejie her mum is walk the talk. Make her proud too, for once!

There are two voices inside me. Sometime, they talk too loud to each other that I can't ignore them.

So, we reached. Late! Because little Bomber woke up from her nap a little late, the traffic was moving slowly due to an accident. Best is, we missed a few junctions and drove a longer route to reach instead. But the door was widely opened when we reached the destination. It was soon to be 5pm. Didn't Pamela say the event is only opened from 1 to 5 afternoon? 

Sorry, sorry but really glad to see Poppy and Yvonne's husband were in the middle of climbing!   
Jiejie, second attempt to climb up. Proud of her!

Looking at others to climb up is a very exciting thing to do there, in a breezing afternoon, if only there was beer for observers and cheer-mummy( kidding). I was super impressed with Yvonne who climbed all the way up to top. She did so well until I felt... maybe I should sit back, admiring others and play with younger kids. However, Mr Chua, the instructor of Beyond Academics came to me and asked me to give it a try. The little fairy of me came out and reminded me that, "it is not nice to reject an invitation from a nice person." 

Then, Mr Chua taught me on wearing the harness and shoes, the little wizardess of mine came out and tried to persuade me to take it easy. Just a few step up the wall, right hand was finding a climbing hold to grab, "Hey! Enough of climbing! Let's call it a day! You don't need to climb further!!!"

Mr Chua's voice came into my ears in guiding me up. "Left, try grab the yellow hold."

"I thought your intention was just want to show your daughter the spirit of "Good Try!"" Few more steps up the wall, wizardess started to grumble, "Can't believe it! You are not listening! You are going to hurt yourself, do you know that?!"

Sometime, she does sound like my mum.

"You don't need to try so hard! Do you know that? There isn't prize awarding later!?" When I reached middle of the wall. I couldn't get rid of her.

"Come on! You have enough. Bleah, hands are aching!"

"Back off! She is doing well. Her hands are so strong to pull her up, and up again! Leave her alone to finish the climbing!" The fairy of mine finally came out to confront wizardess.

While they were arguing, I followed Mr Chua's instruction, here and there. It was not easy, in finding the right hold and pull myself up one step after another. When I last grabbed and reached the top, saw the horizon of bluish in front of me, for a moment, I asked myself if i had just completed a new challenge?
 It was surreal.

But I was up there. 

And It was amazingly great to stretch my arms and legs, after so long (of idleness)!

Personally, I like what Yvonne said, "It’s nice to do something different and out of our comfort zone. Each time you overcome something you think you can’t achieve, you come out a better person." I totally agree. The great achievement of overcoming something is fabulous! It boosts my confidence level a bit higher(a bit). In many things in life.

I hope to do this, with my family again.
Linking up with 
www.ajugglingmom.com

Jul 11, 2012

Wordless Me

There is a big project in SMB.
And all the sudden I become one of the the wanted.

 Members are encouraged to send in few face expressions for the banner of SMB.

It was not easy to get a good shot. 
(The wrinkles are defeating me!)
Lucky me though.
I have Photoshop to touch-up my tired face!
Fun though, after collating so many 'me' together.


Happy mid-week, all=).

This post is linking up with Wordless Wednesday by SakuraHaruka.


Jun 27, 2012

June 2012: This is Love

Finally, I'm scrapbook again!
To get rid of the negative bugs from head.
Fei-fei's Stuff, Ashalee Wall's Designs and Paise Press
Happy mid-week, all!

This post is linking up with Wordless Wednesday by SakuraHaruka.
"让生命稳稳流动(也)是我的功课之一。" by Bubu Tsai