Jacob Ballas--Children's Garden

Papa and Mama brought me to Jacob Ballas last Sunday. It is a garden for children. Indeed, the place has many things that children can hands-on with to learn about nature.

Well, I think it is still too high a level to understand the Science and all for me. But it serves part of its purpose because I am growing to appreciate nature. Mama noticed I love to pick up stones. I used to do that whenever I go Bishan park too. Hmmm....interesting interest hey?!

I saw mini huts, mushroom pavilions, mini waterfall, bridges and a playground too. But the playground is way too big for me and by the time we got there, our (I mean my parents') energy were spent. So I didn't play on it. There was also a water play area. But one of my parents had to supervise me and they didn't bring extra clothes to change, so I didn't play there either! Argh!! Adults can be so troublesome sometimes!

Anyways, I was happy to watch people play. I was dancing around, chasing my own shadow and played in the hut.

Fractured my arm

On the morning of Gugu's wedding, I accidentally fractured my right arm. Papa was trying to get me down the high stool after washing hands, but I refused, as usual. So he carried me down from the stool and I screamed, "Pain! Pain! Pain!" Then Papa realised my right arm was really in great pain. When Gugu had her ROM last Christmas, I also had an accident the night before. So coincidental?!


Well, the whole morning at Yeye's house was full of my whines, cries and mood swings. I would be a social butterfly that morning and fulfill my PR role if not for that fractured arm. After the tea ceremony, my worried parents, especially my guilty Papa (it's ok Papa, I don't blame you), rushed me to see a GP.


Thank God the GP was very pro. Told Papa and Mama what to look out for and explained that it could most likely be a "green stick fracture". Er....Not too sure about spelling of the term, but she meant that it's common for kids like me to suffer from such a fracture if I didn't fall from a height. A pull of the arm or leg could easily cause that, and as quickly as it occurred, it would go off quickly too. And true enough by the next morning, I was back to my nothing-can-stop-me-from-being-active mood.


Poor Papa, he suffered most. Hehehhee...internally, that is. He kept feeling bad because the last time I had to rush to hospital for an x-ray when I was about 9 months old, he also saw me falling down the bed and it happened in only mere split second when he turned his head around.

"Papa, don't feel bad ok? I'm healed by Jesus already! And His angels will watch over me too. I know you are trying your best, ya!?":*

In the afternoon, back at home. I was playing as usual. But was very delibrate in not using my injured arm.
Mama wanted to "test" if I was really ok. So she played nursery rhymes songs. And yes, I was dancing and singing like I always do, except, I didn't move my right arm. So my parents sort of know the pain was not that great.
Mama said, "Take photo!" So I leaned against Papa's guitar.

Uncle Jack and Gugu's wedding banquet

Last Friday was Uncle Jack and Gugu's Chinese traditional wedding. But I had a fracture in the morning before going over to Yeye's house. Sigh, will tell you in another post about this incident.

Here are some shots of the banquet only with unprofessional camera-woman (mainly my Mama). The morning session, well, of course, you can imagine Mama's hands were not so free to take pictures because she was busy handling the cranky whiny me. She was afraid that my whines would interfere with the videographer's filming that she constantly had to carry me away. Though I cried and whined, I still wanted to see the couple. Then it got worse when I just couldn't understand why Gugu and Uncle Jack couldn't play with me like they always do. So, I kept whining for their attention.

Anyway, the banquet was better, at least for my parents. I almost forgot about the pain on my arm but occasionally, would whine a bit if someone touched it. Actually, Papa and Mama thought my arm was better already. They noticed I just whined to people for them to sayang me. Hahahhaa...drama queen.

Thank God my arm is healed by Saturday! Praise God.

And here's wishing my dear Gugu and Uncle Jack a blissful marriage. I pray that they will always put God in the centre of their marriage and home. And God's abundant blessings will shower upon them as they continue to delight themselves in the Lord. And of course, have little cousins for me soon so I will stop terrorizing Happy all the time and play with REAL kids nicely.

Papa's birthday (day out with his sweetie)

Ok, I had allowed (alright, I'm under age so they can decide on my behalf still, that "I" allowed.) my parents to take up this blog space a bit to blog on my Papa's birthday. Yes, again. Sigh... I mentioned on the older post that my parents felt "empty" without taking me out that day. But soon, Mama reflected and thought I should know that I have loving parents. Parents that bothered to spend time nurturing their marriage even though they have a kid already. And I can't agree more. Sometimes, when they argued in the car, I would cry. I would call out for them, as if begging, "Please, the two of you. Stop arguing. I am feeling scared."

Mama: "Yes, Lia. We want you to know that Papa and Mama love each other, that is why we have you. And though we are not perfect, we will try our best to demonstrate a little reflection of God's love to you through our lives; our lives as first husband and wife, and then your father and mother . It is because of this that God made Adam and Eve. Not Adam and Cain or Able (their sons). So know that you are the product of love. :)
Papa and Mama had lunch at Holland V. Not bad a meal. But too bad, couldn't recall the name of the restaurant.
Then went bowling at SAFRA, Mt Faber. Not bad, Mama lost not much (to her lah) to Papa, but still beat her own record score.
But Mama suffered slight bad and arm ache after that. Sigh, old liao.
Papa as usual, "smelt" the "fragrance" of arcade and followed his instinct. He played a few games but thought he had lost touch with his early glorious days' standard. ahhahahaa....Old liao also.

Picnic at Botanic Gardens

My parents brought me to Botanic Gardens on Children's day. We actually wanted to go to Jacob Ballas after picnic (because the guard said no food and drinks inside the children's garden), but 2 unfortunate things happened.

After walking quite a fair bit from the car park, we finally reached a cosy grass patch near the big pond. Sat down on a mat and started eating happily. Suddenly, mama felt her shorts wet. Nope, she didn't pee in her shorts. It was the grass patch. It had rained before we went picnic so the grass was moist and got through the lousy mat. Papa then realised his pants was wet too (what took him so long?? Tough butts, perhaps!?.

Then they wanted to ignore it and continued to enjoy the picnic, not an easy thing for my "cleanliness freak" mama, ok?! Then it started to drizzle! So we had to dash somewhere for shelter.

Sigh, so the picnic was over in less than 1 hour. But it's ok. We'll be more prepared next time. And Papa will know where to park his car nearest to Jacob Ballas too.

Some best shots of me!

Riding tricycle

Papa and Mama brought me to Yeye's house void deck to ride tricycle one evening. Yeye bought me this tricycle long ago. Now my legs could finally reached the pedals.

But I still prefer to literally use my legs on the ground, instead of pedaling. So I ended up pushing Papa in it! hahahaha..

F1--practise session

I didn't go with my excited parents, of course. It was Uncle KS and his friend that generously gave up their Friday tickets to them that my parents could watch the practise session, without me.

I could only understand "car" when Mama told me they were going to watch racing cars. Anyways, Mama was glad I didn't go, like the other older kids she saw. It was very crowded and jammed. The noise from the "vroom" of cars was unbearable for her head and ears. She had headache throughout the time there and felt nausea. Gosh! I can imagine the noise level. No wonder they had to buy ear plugs.

Mama had one thing to say about the typical Singaporeans and the "ang mohs". Don't get her wrong, she is not trying to "jiak gun tung" (eat potato). Just that in one scenario, you could see a big difference of the 2 cultures.

Mama felt embarrassed that the foreigners had to experience this in Singapore, a country known for its well planned events and friendly people (the latter is yet to verify, perhaps, by locals?!)They were stuck in this lane with 2 groups of people wanting to go in and out, at the same time!! So there was a huge long jam.

And they practically need not moved a muscle to walk ahead, the crowd could just pushed you along (it was by far 10 times more crowded than CNY at Chinantown). And there wasn't any police in sight to guide. Yes, saw some, but they were "chilling" out quietly in a corner--a 'jamless' corner. Only like 2 or 3 of them. Sigh, and when the jam got really bad, with old people and kids, some foreigners shouted, "Move on!"

One thing about them, they were frustrated of the situation, but they didn't let it out at the people they were stuck with. After shouting, they smiled at Papa and Mama. Some even struck conversation with them about the jam, like made-the-best-out-of-the-problem attitude.

Unlike some petty and narrow minded locals, they let it out at the crowd. Frowned at people as if someone forced them into the jam, made that irritating "zxk zxk" sound when they rubbed shoulders, one elder man kept staring at Papa who accidentally knocked his daughter on her back (wah, he thought his daughter was drop dead gorgeous ah!? He didn't see Papa's wife next to him meh!?? :P)and better still, one old couple who stood next to Mama said, "Ah, don't push us hor. We are old people. Cannot fall down one hah." Mama didn't know to laugh or be angry. Her jaw just dropped. What a statement! Yes, they were old and falling down would definitely be bad for them. But hey, that statement sounded as if Mama was gonna deliberately PUSH them down! Gosh!

And when the jam got worse still, one "ang moh" stood up high, Mama couldn't see what or who he was standing on (cos she was surrounded by very tall men), and he literally rose to the occasion. He signalled to the crowd that was coming against them with his arms to move back. And he shouted, "Move that way! Move that way!"

He was trying to police the crowd. Papa applauded him. Now, that's what I called problem solving. On the contrary, the typical locals would just stare at him with that "seow ah him!" look, and continued with their frowns, stares and pushing at one another. Sigh, what an awful sight infront of an international crowd. Shame.

Perhaps, educational system and family values should start to shift. Focus on solving the problem and stop blaming others, I think the former is more productive and produces happier people.

P.S: KS, thanks for the tickets. We enjoyed ourselves! :)Gary's best birthday gift so far!(though he said you forgot about it lah! :P hahahahaaa....no worries, your tickets made up to it liao!

Creative dancing?!

Yesterday, Mama was busy in the kitchen cooking my meals and Papa was cleaning the house. Boring--to me. To make me stayed in the living room and not clung onto Mama or Papa, Papa played the Hillsongs Kids songs again.

So as I was dancing and they were busy doing boring stuffs, Papa suddenly brought into laughter and decided to film me down. I took the bucket that was supposed to be for my sand and water play and placed it on my head. Previously, when Papa did that, I would be irritated and take it out.

But that day, I put it on myself and danced with it as if it was part of the ritual. And of course, after that filming, I got told off for standing on the chair! Kill joy. I was only trying to simulate a stage performance mah!:P

Traditional toys--wind-up toys

Would like to thank Uncle KS and Aunty Evelyn again for buying me 2 wind up toys from Malaysia! Mama had never played with these and Papa was surprised to see such a traditional toy still existing.

As for me, who cares as long as they are toys! I kept asking my parents to wind them up. The roster would peck on the floor as it walked and the mouse's tail would wag as it spun around. So fun. I was intrigued more by the mouse, a mixture of scary feeling, yet thrilling. So it was my favourite (though I pulled out the tail lah!).

Sadly, after playing a few times, it went under somewhere that my parents couldn't find it. Papa swept and mopped the whole house but still couldn't find it!!! Mama teased that a cat had ate it up when I kept asking, "mou soo! mou soo! mou soo!" Hahahahahh....I hope we'll find it soon again. Must be somewhere, I know.

Thanks Uncle KS and Aunty Evelyn! Love the toys, and you both, of course! :)