These are some photos that meant a lot to me. So, I actually do not care what others think ‘cos what matters are what are important to me. Yeah, right, it is a mushy post.

This is my handsome little #5 in his suit. Jerry, my niece’s boyfriend took it when we were in Singapore. We woke him quite early that morning around 8 am because he needs to be there to open the door for the bridegroom (my nephew, aka #5’s cousin brother). It is a Chinese tradition to have a little boy to open the car door for the bridegroom. Initially, I thought he is going to throw a fuss and will definitely refused to put on the three piece suits, i.e. a jacket, a bolero and a shirt inside. But nope, he was the angelic little boy, cannot wait to earn his angpow to buy toys.

Then, we went to church during the afternoon for the church wedding. I even managed to get him to wear an orange t-shirt like me. Both of us are perfect Sai Baba’s disciples, no? Tumeric orangey, uniform of the Hindraf group. If Hindraf needs extra members, call me lah!

I normally do not like to put my photo this big but I must say that it is a picture of happiness, bliss and completeness. In fact, my #5’s name is Marn or full or complete in Mandarin. Except that sometimes, I mispronounced the Marn and it sounds like Slow. Doh…

Now, the main part of the post…..

Few days ago, my #5 dug out an old album. It was taken on November, 2001. I remember because it was my #3 birthday. He was five years old (like my #5 now). He celebrated his birthday in the high dependency unit in Adventist hospital.

My #5 asked me, “Mommy….why I am not in the photo? Why only Vincent kor-kor?” Hmmm…why indeed? I told him, “Mommy hasn’t grown you yet. Mommy only grow you after Vincent kor-kor died. That’s why you are not in there lor…”

Eheh, I have almost the same smile. I think I gave birth only about 2 months and Vincent was still on oxygen but we removed his oxygen tube for a quickie photo session. The photos weren’t clear because we dare not use the flashlight and we only had a film SLR camera.

The above photo was taken somewhere in Sungai Buloh’s highway stop, when we were on our way home from Singapore recently. Those monkeys there can never pose for nice photos. They just had to act like those gangsters from Kung Fu Hustle. At least with this one, I don’t see anyone putting up a middle finger just when I was about to snap the picture.

Six years and the kids have grown so much!

The above video was taken some months back where my #5 wanted to try making cock-eye but he still has problems co-ordinating.

Anyway……God is great. I lose some, I win some. At the end of the day, we are still one happy family, a much more enriched one.

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My niece asked me to ‘fast fast blog’ her newborn’s photos because her sister and sister-in-law (bro’s wife) who are both pregnant are excited to see the pictures. Both preggies are living in KL.

So, here goes a couple of photos.

So cute. Baby girl, 6lbs something (2.9 kg I think)

Uncle Matthew. Hehehe. He hates being called Uncle Matthew.

Baby has lots of hair, nice eyebrows and looks….like a girl!

I see already, I told hubby, “Aiyerrrr….I also want baby…So nice wan……”

He gave me killer stare.

The new mom with my sister and bro-in-law. She is walking about already, recovering very fast.

It is a raining and so cold today. So, the grandaunt (me lah) had a cup of caffe latte at Harvey’s in Island Hospital. Now…what shall I cook for my niece for dinner? I made her mee suah with sesame oil and ginger pork soup.

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Hubby got his wisdom tooth extracted this afternoon. Many hours after that, he was still bleeding.

Me : Eh, how come I don’t remember having any wisdom tooth, geh?

#2 Son : That means you got no wisdom lor, means you stooooopid lor.

Me : Cheee….b…………y……………e

# 2 Son : I come out from there wan….

Then, the big man was still bleeding right up to 10 pm. He broke the rule of not rinsing because the taste of the bleeding caused him go ‘uwekkk…uwekkk….’ Stood at the toilet sink like morning sickness like dat.

My poor little boy was traumatised and got tears in his eyes. So kesian… He thought chialat liao, bleeding wor. I told him kenot kesian papa wan, cos he acting only.

Cos the papa cannot talk, use pen and paper to write with him. Chey…Boyllywood drama wan. Sai mm sai kum gwa cheong ah…..The husband is like that. Sikit-sikit sakit like very big deal like dat.

He asked me, “Go blog and see what solutions your readers have for bleeding gum.”

Me : Chey…no need wan, I just need to Google.

He had tried biting on the gauze, used ice and sitting up to make the bleeding stop. So, I Googled and read that one site suggested using tea bags because the tannin acid will cause blood clot. Don’t know true or not but tea won’t kill, right?

So, I went to the kitchen to get the tea bag and my #3 kacau me, “Faster….papa bleeding you know….”

Cos I was deciding between Jasmine Green Tea, Boh Cameronian, Lipton Gold, Oolong, Thit Kuan Yin….., taking my own sweet time.

He was just teasing me. FASTER! FASTER! YOUR HUSBAND BLEEDING YOU KNOWWWWW…..

Geram, I told him, “Ahchehhhh….I gave birth to you, doctor cut me open big big and took you out, I also never bleed to death lah….What’s a tiny hole left by the tooth lah. Somemore hor…….”

I never finish the sentence lah. Cos he is only 12 years old mah….

Somemore hor….I bocor every month and my tea bag is 10 times this tiny tea bag, I also never die wat. Somemore mine one lasts several days. Also never die wat.

So, ahcheh…what’s a little bleeding lah.

BTW, my niece gave birth to a baby girl liao. C-sec.

My sister asked me how many c-secs I have.
I have #1 c-sec, #2 and #3 normal, #4 and #5 c-sec.

You got wisdom tooth anot? No wisdom tooth, cannot comment wokay?

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First of all, let me note down what I dreamed last night. I dreamt I become a dragon and soar to the sky. OMG! Somemore hor, the dragon me got red wings one. (I am born in dragon year, btw)

There are two different dream interpretations. In Chinese, if you dream of dragons, it means you are going to have abundant luck. I think I better go buy some lottery. My son told me the lottery’s prize now is RM10 million. I told him, “Good lah, like this I go buy and make deal with Jesus. If I strike, I give RM2 million to charity.” He lectured me about virtues and about gambling. Eh, I told him, so & so told me that it is not a sin to buy lottery so if I buy only one, tak salah lah.

However, to some Christians, dragon is a big no-no to them because dragons are symbols of the devil. So, how? I Chinese first, mah. Right? Never mind, first lottery peddler to approach me today will get my RM3. Eh, how much does one lottery ticket costs nowadays?

Secondly, my niece is going to have a baby anytime soon. Or maybe by now. OMG, I am going to be a grand-aunt. Ee-poh. Yee-porh. (wuah, she married in 2004 wor)

Of course, I had been grand-aunt on the hubby’s side since the day I kahwin. Many, many times over ‘cos my mother-in-law last time hor, she pregnant together with her eldest and second daughter. *swt* My hubby’s nieces and nephews are older than him.

But this is different mah. I very biased wan, my side of the family wor. The Chan side. My eldest sister’s eldest daughter. Next, her older brother’s wife is going to have baby. Then, her younger sister too. The other day when I went to my sister’s house, all three of them, preggies sat together. Wuah, so blissful. My sister is going to be grandma three times over between now and October. And I think I must give thanks to God ‘cos my late mother is going to be ‘ah chor’. Fuyoh.

My sesame oil, ginger and pork all waiting for the new mom. But now, kena caesarean, so kena tangguh projek masak confinement foods till tomorrow liao.

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Q for Quit

E for …….Ediot!

My little boy can pretty much pronounce words based on what he sees because with the sound of consonants and vowels, he can guess words. It is a little thing that all kids have the ability to do as long as we parents encourage them but never force it upon them. This comes naturally. Just now, he saw the Spectrum Reflector words on his brother’s cap and he said Special Tum Reflector. Hahaha.

Anyway, E for Ediot is not what my little boy said but rather his three older brothers pulling his legs, as usual. And he retorted with “I Idiot lah!”

Which his older brother laughed, “Ha ha, you say you idiot.”

After that, another argument will start with ‘no, you idiot’.

‘No U not for idiot.’

Sigh….I think they have a future in parliament.

Anyway….one of the most hated question I ever heard from people is…

“Is that your grandson?”

One woman who stays in my apartment asked me. She will remain a non-neighbour, forever. I do not know what gives her the idea but I am going to hate her. Who cares about ‘Love thy neighbour?’ when she blatantly asked me a question like that without thinking?

Ok, maybe if she fell into the drain one day, I will be the nice samaritan and help her. Otherwise, don’t expect me to bring a casserole of food to her without better reason.

I mean, don’t you feel so, so, so insulted?

This morning, I went to the Air Putih market. One woman asked me, “Who is this boy?” while pointing to my little boy. I was with my two other sons, buying some things.

All my antennas were on alert. I was about to fling the eggs on her face. But I replied cooly, “My son?”

Like doh….I may went to the wet market but I was dressed for Gurney, ok?

But she explained, “Really? Wuah….what do you feed him? His skin is soooo beautiful. He looks like ang moh kia. Very rare to find little kids with such nice complexion. I thought this boy is from overseas.”

Doink, now you mean to ask if I got a Chinese husband and also an angmoh husband kah? My two older sons here are 101% Chinese ok? So, I told her proudly, “Mother’s milk.” and I bla bla bla to her the goodness of mother’s milk and how one can see the huge difference of a kid brought up on mom’s milk compared to cow’s milk. (I mean my boy had mom’s milk for the first 8 months of his life, not now lah. Sked people misunderstand.)

Wuah, I myself also really love to see my little boy’s complexion. It is pinkish and really, really smooth. Abuden, my skin also not so bad myself, so how come people get the idea of ‘Who’s your mader?’ Tiu. *please buy me some mirrors as gifts*

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More photos coming up…..

On the eve of the wedding, I asked my sister if she is going to stuff glutinous rice balls down her son’s throat. LOL. Normally, what Chinese Taoists do is to pray to their theen koong and feed the groom/bride-to-be tong yuen to signify wateva (sorry I am not sure). My niece also had her hair combed by the parents. But since we are in Singapore, it was too much of a bother so forget about the tong yuen.

The bride’s home is very near my nephew’s home. BTW, everything is freaking expensive in Singapore. His apartment with four rooms is enough to buy up a huge condo along the beach in Penang. *sweats*

First, the groom went to the bride’s home to pick her up and get tortured with the usual wasabi and tabasco stunts. We didn’t follow along. Then, the groom brings the bride home. My little boy was awfully cute in his suit. His job was to open the car door. I am so glad he was so cooperative on that morning eventhough we had to wake him up around 8 am. I bribed him that he will get an angpow that can buy him a Ben 10 toy.

My sister’s family in their Chinese traditional costumes. The nephew in red is almost 6 feet tall. It is not because the rest are midgets but instead, he is freaking tall, wokay? And ya, I know I look nothing like my sister because she follows my father’s look and I am stuck with my mother’s Sing Ning women look (fair, plump and very Chinese eyes). *bawls, mommy, why didn’t I get my father’s gene*

The bride came over to serve tea to the parents-in-law and us, the senior relatives. Then, the groom and bride went back to the bride’s home again to serve tea there. (wuah, so many trips, Singaporean style, I suppose?)

After the tea, it was the church wedding and later on, the dinner at Four Seasons Hotel in Orchard Road. Gosh, the dinner costs SGD1,400 per table. That’s about RM3,400 per table or RM340 per head. OMG, sons, all four of you better don’t marry any girls from Singapore, Hongkong or Taiwan because your father and I are too poor to finance your wedding, ok. Please find some girls from India which pays dowry to ME, ME, ME instead! LOL.

More about the dinner that costs RM340 per head in another post. The above is the cake cutting ceremony. The huge red rose arrangements are made with real, velvety red roses. I had to touch, smell and tear the petals to believe that they actually decorated the whole banquet hall with fresh red roses. *faints* Boh pien, I am a Penang suakoo.

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I know my bros and sister who couldn’t make it to Singapore are waiting for the wedding photos. So, here are some taken at the church wedding.

Christian wedding ceremony at the Katong Presbyterian Church (KPC hehehe). The bride was led to the waiting groom by her father.

Photo of the groom and his brothers, sister (and sis’s bf). The groom must be asking Jesus at the very last minute, “Oh Lord, send me Your final decision. Do I say Yes, I do, or Do I run out now?” LOL.

Groom’s elder sister, in front. My 2nd bro reminded me to tell the elder sister, “Hey, your younger bro has outrun you. So, when is your turn?” The one at the back is the groom’s aunt and family.

The marriage vow read by the Rev. Tim Tan. I went to the Presbyterian Church and went …
“Wow, what a vibrant community.” You can feel the tight community they have there, very organised and I think a very rich church (in terms of financial and faith) too because they have a lot of activities. I thought they have a wedding mass but apparently, they don’t have communion during wedding. Frankly, it is a whole new experience of ‘churchie stuffs’ for me. I am so used to our glitzy (hehehe) Catholic church style so it feels a bit different there.

The pastor was holding the wedding ring high and asked the congregation and the family some stuffs and we were supposed to say ‘We do’ and ‘We will’ to his questions. He reminded us, the friends and families, that marriage is a very difficult journey and we are supposed to play the peacemakers and not the wedges when the couple has troubles in their journey. Amen. (oh ya, the go ‘ah-men’ and I go ‘ay-men’)

The marriage is solemnised (made legal in Singaporean law) at church. Sitting down is the witness, the bride’s father. Standing up, is my bro-in-law. Both are witnesses to the marriage.

There are lots more photos to come. All the above are taken with my Nikon D40 with 18-200mm VR lens. My bro-in-law has the D80 with the same lens. I didn’t know that D80 uses SD card as well. His is a 4GB and mine a 2GB. Several card readers cannot read the SD cards. Phew…lucky, direct cable connection enable the photos to be downloaded. Or else, wah piang, 700 photos all stuck in the SD card. Lesson learnt - always buy cameras with CF card because SD card is not stable when it is loaded with too large files.  All photos edited with iPhoto.

He has a football partner who helps him to update the EuroCup chart.

He has a football partner who watched five minutes of football every midnight before he goes to sleep.

The little football partner can read the name of the countries. Chekolovaskia, Porchugall.

The little man can check the score on the paper or internet and update the chart which he sticks on the wall.

Now, the two of them are going to buy the same football jerseys to wear.

Wah piang, that leaves me the poor football widow and neglected mom. *sniff*

With a son like that, every day is a Father’s Day, no?

My mommy thinks I look so cute in a songkok. Now, she is contemplating buying me a baju Melayu to complete the look.

Meanwhile, my aunty (who is mommy’s older sister) got me this three piece suit. It belongs to KW-kor-kor who is my cousin. He wore it when he was 6-7 years old. KW-kor-kor is getting married this Saturday and my aunty wants me to wear the suit to be the ‘car door opener’ boy and maybe the ring bearer.

My mommy laughed so hard because I am too chubby and with my milk belly, I couldn’t fit into the pants. I told mommy, “The pants so small, I cannot scratch (my balls)!” So, my papa said I can wear a blue jeans instead (because he knows males must scratch balls sometimes). But I love the ‘beer uncle’ shirt (vest/bolero) and I want to wear it! Handsome or not?

Actually, my mommy has a video of me doing a mat rempit at Jusco’s arcade but this was written last night and the internet went poof before she could upload my video to Youtube.

I manyak hensem hor? And stop staring at my milk belly!

I bought a box of Playdough (original, not pirated ok?) for my little boy before we went ‘there’. (previous post) He enjoyed it so much, he never bugged me for the whole 5 hours we were there.

Anyway…about this One 5xmom, 40 hungry teens.

My two sons have some talent camp at church. It is a four-day camp. So, feeling very brave, I told the facilitator that I shall sponsored one lunch for them today (Friday).

I am going to cook the followings for them. Single handedly.

1) Chicken stew
2) Baked beans and egg
3) White rice
4) Macaroni cream and cheese
5) Tomyam beehoon

So, if I don’t reply some of your comments, please excuse me. I busy lah.

My son asked me, “Eh, sure you can cook enough foods for 40 people? Hungry teens, you know?” That is like 40 x 3 persons appetite.

I told him, “Chey…I only need to cook for five persons and then, I ask Jesus to multiply it, ok?” I also told my church clerk I am going to bring her lunch. If that’s not daring enough, I also asked Ann Marie (that’s Nicole David’s mom, OMG, the squash champion!) to join us for lunch.

I slotted this post because I need to make a ‘regular’ post to make my blog more ‘family oriented’. I love this photo of my son standing at this small pekan (village) five foot way with some of the old folks watching the sun went down. So rustic and ethnic. Also sort of remind us about happy childhood and lonely old age, the circle of life that we cannot run away from.