tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82045381135484951652023-11-17T03:08:55.974+08:00BIG Mmmmommatalks about food (mmmmm!), diets (hence the BIG) and the perils of being a parent. Unlike most blogs on parenting, my three children are not babies, toddlers or even preschoolers - more than half of my brood is about to leave home! And yes, I am big in size - for an Asian that is :)EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-15442376729701794962020-10-09T14:14:00.005+08:002020-10-09T14:14:25.134+08:00Gifted Guides<p>Even in her young teens, my daughter , Arrow #3, had an eye for colour. When I go shopping I often take her with me, when I can. <br /><br />My Hubby is another - he will tell me if an outfit is "young" enough. How cool is that.</p><p>Well, recently Arrow #3 informed me that I have many spots in the house that are picture-worthy. This was something I hadn't noticed till she started posting and sharing. </p><p>During the recent lockdowns, one activity with I did was painting our house. This involved using a colour which I initially didn't like (note to self :- Hubby chose you, so don't sweat it when he chooses a colour like this!) </p><p>The end result is amazing, dreamy, but strong green-blue walls I can use for background adjustments during conference calls. Also for good photographs. Like this one.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoA8-Mw8oS7c5qzeiEqpK2xW9UmRASz-wq6QoMQgJRX3LeqQgU_83Kmh7E_WhGOmlt6UW5A3iszhnFw_5PM4fiIml7OcmBL4OpFswXgf64c3HxAveLwbuEE526Jpvk5XGJw_o6spoRwPtd//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoA8-Mw8oS7c5qzeiEqpK2xW9UmRASz-wq6QoMQgJRX3LeqQgU_83Kmh7E_WhGOmlt6UW5A3iszhnFw_5PM4fiIml7OcmBL4OpFswXgf64c3HxAveLwbuEE526Jpvk5XGJw_o6spoRwPtd//" width="180" /></a></div><br />I am glad for the suggestions and observations from gifted-eyed family...<br /><br />PS They aren't the only ones! <p></p>EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-86851872788949354672020-04-03T12:45:00.000+08:002020-04-03T12:45:39.737+08:00Guilty but Good?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
What an eventful few years it has been. Two sons getting married to two lovely women, celebrations spanning close to one another. Along the way, I tried to lose weight to look good. Confessions! Hence this photo...</div>
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Now I just need to look more svelte by going to the fitness centre to be tortured by the trainer!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-56976104764543963772019-12-02T11:10:00.000+08:002019-12-02T11:20:30.507+08:00A Dozen Brothers <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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So the musical <a href="https://www.instagram.com/josephmusicalkk/" target="_blank">Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat</a> played in the city. What an amazing wonderful time. The band of brothers were truly inspiring.<br />
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Gifts - they are all amateurs from different walks of life. In 7 months they are transformed to a musical, harmonising in song and dance troupe. Worthy of any west end musical.<br />
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Story line - from jealousy and attempted murder, to repentance and self-sacrificing love. They captured the emotions so well, drawing from their own experience despite their young age.<br />
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Acknowledging that favouritism can cause much division and ill-feeling. But also recognising how only God, and He alone, can enable release of forgiveness, deposit hope in hopelessness, bring about redemption, and an amazing beyond-all-imagination future.<br />
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The first time this was produced, my third Arrow was in the children's choir.EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-43096789604008507312019-06-05T18:36:00.000+08:002019-06-05T18:36:07.640+08:00Dumpling Delight"Let's go eat dumplings for dinner," Arrow #1 said.<br />
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Well now, we have all heard that before. The best this and the best that. But best can be very relative.<br />
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That was on my mind as Hubby and I were led to a somewhat dimly lit alley, in between the back of two rows of shoptlots. The tables are simple foldable ones, and the chairs are easily stackable, portable ones.<br />
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Hmmm on arrival, there were so many customers, I began to change my mind. Maybe he was right...<br />
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Dumplings was the first item ordered. The rest were the supplements. When it arrived, looking like this... Frankly, I had second thoughts. They didn't exactly looked appetising!<br />
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I gingerly picked one up with my chopsticks, and bit into it.<br />
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Wow, were my tastebuds pleasantly surprised! The minced pork was nicely chopped but not too fine, so you can still savour the texture. The flavour was full as the mixture spices blended so well I didn't need to add anything more to it. I like mine "unadulterated" and without sauce or dips so this was right up my street. The flour skin was not too thick, but didn't fall apart too much either.
Served in the simple way, it didn't cost an arm or leg either! <br /><br />I am glad I was persuaded to go and try! And more importantly, as Hubby said, our Arrows would have good taste if we brought them up right. Hahahaha! I like his reasoning!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-84884422605707564762019-05-13T18:08:00.000+08:002019-05-13T18:08:14.069+08:00Puppy Poser #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
It was over a year ago when Oreo moved on from our lives - physically.<br />She was a Labrador-Retriever mix, and taught us a lot. </div>
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A few times she would try to push her way through a gap in the fence, just to follow Granny Sprite (she's coming to 15 doggie years old) As she got bigger, she would still push through... and one day, she popped her hips in the process. Did she complain? Nope. We didn't know what had happened till we took her to the vet. Later that week, she refused to stay at her allocated site and heal - we found her down the slope of the back garden, unable to climb back up. Thankful for a strong Arrow! We will never forget the sight of her looking so happy as she made her way up the steps in the arms of her young master! </div>
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We learned about enjoying life to the full, and even ignore the hindrances. What is pain when you are having fun! What an outlook to life! </div>
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Thankful for that short while we had Oreo. </div>
PS She was named Oreo because she had just one little patch of white... everywhere else was black.EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-75749607256492603262019-05-10T17:10:00.000+08:002019-05-10T17:10:33.881+08:00That Time of the Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
It is happening this weekend!<br />Unless you live in England...</div>
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Thousands will celebrate this. </div>
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But I also remember those who are struggling to conceive. Those who are having to cope w multiple miscarriages. This will be a difficult weekend for them. I know because I was once like them.<br />
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The sense of hopelessness, sadness, and a lack of fulfilment. The pain of watching those dear to you get married after you, and are now either pregnant or holding lovely babies in their arms. Your own arms feel so very empty. It was worse for me when I was working as a midwife. I watched women giving newborns away for adoption. I saw women signing forms to consent for abortions... I felt the love and loss of the women as I grieved for their fruits.<br />
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It took a while. Finally, I got to a point where I could agree to be present at the birth of one of my best friend's baby. What joy. Three months prior I hated the sight of her. Her distended belly made me feel even more inadequate and I entertained unreasonable thoughts like "You did this just to spite me!"<br /><br />It was a process. Finally I could say honestly that I was at peace with whatever God had in store for me. I had what I thought were promises of sons before I even got married. But God is sovereign. And I could enjoy going traveling with my husband at the drop of a hat.<br />
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It was a triumph! I could laugh at the enemy. I could celebrate, worship and adore God despite my circumstances. Who I was (and am) is defined by HIM and HIM alone! Hallelujah!<br />
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And then the Lord opened my womb. <br /><br />He indeed works in mysterious ways.<br />
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While I dont feel the pain of the past, I remember the difficulties. While I no longer shed such tears, I shed them when I pray alongside and for those who do. <br /><br />You know who you are - Hannahs with wombs waiting to be filled by Samuels. Praying and standing with you at this time.EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-38646426416384837392018-05-01T22:49:00.000+08:002018-05-01T22:50:11.743+08:00Instance of Inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Who could blame her? She was probably tired. She was probably hungry too. Maybe she wasn't getting the attention she needed. So she got upset and refused to wear her shoes to go out. With the many people bustling about, lots of things to carry, I wondered if it was worth a show-down scene. </div>
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She kept them on afterwards.....<br />
And left with a huge grin.....<br />
Thank You Holy Spirit....EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-81281433618934907862016-04-14T20:30:00.000+08:002016-05-08T17:41:20.107+08:00Thankful! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I recall the shock upon discovery of the lump. What's more the size of it. I needed effort to keep a straight face and stay calm. </div>
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Two years ago she went in to the operating theatre. Two years ago when she came out, I sensed the person was different. It was as if she changed. And so she did. For the better.<br />
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So thankful to the Lord for the way things worked out. Hallelujah!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-70668681089178644802015-10-28T22:11:00.002+08:002015-10-28T22:11:50.191+08:00Does She Know?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Foster son was home for a week. The week went by so quickly.</div>
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Do you think she understood?EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-75862534711286949442015-09-09T19:40:00.000+08:002015-09-09T19:40:28.890+08:00Pressing On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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When the team play they get the bronze, losing on point despite tying with the team which finally won the gold.<br />
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Glad that they pressed on with guidance!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-16681565616931349032015-06-29T21:56:00.000+08:002015-07-25T21:56:59.153+08:00Rallying Around<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Amazing. I put one word out and the whole group rallies round. My former classmates did a relay specially for my Arrow and I. The only known "treatment" for dengue.</div>
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From the wash to the special juicer. I have never seen anything like this before. Wow. No water added so pure juice comes out.<br />
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Behold the end product - special, pure, papaya juice. This goes into a cold pack because that's the way to make sure it lasts longer.<br />
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It wasn't that long ago that I had made a trip across the South China Sea. I wasn't expecting to make another so soon. </div>
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But conversations via text messages stirred something within me. I felt my first Arrow needed me and so I caught a flight. </div>
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EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-9523011347187743132014-10-16T21:30:00.000+08:002014-10-16T21:30:21.804+08:00Tugging at the StringsTugging at the strings of my heart, wanting to leave already.<br />
Tugging at the strings, nay the reins, of constraint, wanting to exit so soon.<br />
Tugging, tugging, tugging.<br />
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It's time to cut lose before it snaps.<br />
It's time to let go before it breaks.<br />
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Slowly, though.<br />
Not too quickly.<br />
My pace, perhaps?<br />
Though you prefer yours.<br />
Let's try to meet halfway.<br />
And we will both win.EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-73461203138479197662014-06-10T13:02:00.000+08:002014-06-21T13:12:54.487+08:00Testimony<div id="fb-root">
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It's a very belated birthday celebration so we decide to go to a slightly up market place. </div>
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At the end of the day however, some of us still order the local fare Haha!</div>
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I have to say that this was yummilicious!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-44946109848533537362014-04-17T17:25:00.000+08:002014-05-16T17:28:43.370+08:00Review and Remove<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So it's time to go visit the doctor. I am an expert now as to where to park! </div>
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It's not a long wait but the place was crowded. We have to sit elsewhere. It seems like the extended family of one patient has occupied the whole waiting area. We sit in the foyer.</div>
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The good doctor is kind and gentle. He has better nursing technique than some nurses I have seen! So glad!</div>
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She has the green light to go for her camp. Wow!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-43376609909973110092014-04-14T20:45:00.000+08:002014-04-20T20:45:25.442+08:00Eventful Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
She said there was a problem, and upon checking I concurred. We saw a few doctors and the next thing we knew, she was scheduled for surgery. Somehow it felt right too.</div>
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So after prayer and much prayer, we went to the hospital at the appointed time. There, whilst the operation took longer than expected, things were nonetheless smooth. </div>
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She was discharged into my care the same day, despite having a small drain in situ. Thankful that I was able to care for her, it made good mother-daughter bonding time....<br />
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Arrow #3 was performing in the school musical - drama presentation. She had worked hard on this, not only practising long hours, but often helping to teach the other dancers too, especially the new ones. Her acting and singing were so very nice. The producer really cast the roles well. </div>
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Isn't this lovely? So very nice of our florist friend. She did such a lovely arrangement, and such a special one too.<br />
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We smuggled the bouquet into the house and as I was distracting her and talking loudly, Hubby re-arranged our fridge in the wet kitchen and put the bouquet in. Later we put the bouquet in a big bag and took it to the performance.<br />
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He had been away for a few days. Prior to that, he had gone away for a few days too.</div>
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And this little box of goodies for Arrow #3. A hotel room gift actually. But it was just right for her. She just fell in love with the box even before she opened to view the contents. </div>
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What a Dad she has! What a Hubby I have. Thankful!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-5688069165857710212013-07-28T21:16:00.000+08:002013-07-29T21:16:25.222+08:00Chuckles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
She was just lying in bed and going through her mail. Then she moved on to the postings. She was getting ready for bed.</div>
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Came across this gem and posted it. Touched when eldest Arrow came on and said not to worry and that I had done a good job. Awwwwwwwww </div>
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This brings back memories of times when my older ones were around. We were at lunch. This was the table display. </div>
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Suddenly missing my "boys".<br />
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Ah well....EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-59013639383052412522013-05-17T22:10:00.000+08:002013-05-20T22:11:21.388+08:00Momma n Dotter Moments<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
We decided to do some baking again. Arrow #3 has her way and I have mine. Inevitably we start off clashing a little. Then we settle down in our own way. </div>
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Final product is pretty good and more importantly, we are reconciled and not enemies! </div>
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The next morning, I pack them away nicely. The smaller boxes contain the smaller cupcakes. The bigger contain the medium ones.</div>
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Every single one is to be given away eventually. I think Arrow #3 and I have had an overdose of this recipe ourselves! Haha!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204538113548495165.post-56344201498005958862013-05-01T16:09:00.000+08:002013-05-02T16:10:05.986+08:00A Message for My Arrows <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I found this new shoe shop which I really liked. They sold end of range stocks and arranged them according to size. This meant you would know immediately if the size of a particular style you wanted was available or not. The choices were limited, but still good.</div>
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As Arrow #3 has small feet and she finds it hard to find good shoes that fit, I decided that this was an excellent place to introduce her to.</div>
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And she loved it.</div>
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Only problem was, so do I.</div>
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And I came away with another extra pair of shoes.</div>
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You have to admit though - they do look good don't they? Haha!EADotComhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742355317331662688noreply@blogger.com0