The best 5kg you’ll ever carry – and it ain’t heavy

How to come back with a bang and pick up from where I left off…
It is often said that we always need life changing moment to give us a kick in the butt and get the engine going once again. I’ve found back some form of equilibrium in my life and what better way to come back to what I love doing most than sharing the best news of the year so far – and this news is also my kick!
*drumroll…*

ImageThat is not my kid – but I’ve become an aunt/godma and she’s prolly the best 5kg I’ll willingly carry and never want to put her down no matter how sore my arms feel. AND, she’s the best 5kg only because…

She’s the purest form of love that comes not from choice but an innate inclination to love without reason.
She’s every reason why all unhappiness is quickly forgotten
She’s also why I’m home on weekends but never bored
She’s tangible proof that God lives in us and loves us and his love knows no boundaries. With every hardship we ever had to experience he doubles it up with blessings and comfort. I cannot begin to tell you how much love has been showered on this little girl to accompany the many tomorrows she will have that has indirectly brought a smile to our face and a silent knowledge tomorrow is worth living for..

and till the day I have my own little bundle of joy, GODMA LOVES YOU LITTLE PEARLY! 🙂 be good and may you one day find this post to know how much i love you esp on days im not the nicest aunt 😛

remnants of my childhood

little by little, fragments of my physical environment are changing as we progress as a society as a means to better our life. I miss some of them especially when you have fond memories attached to it.

You see, Singapore 20 years ago and Singapore now, kids then vs now probably don’t share the same meaning of ‘fun’.
this favourite among 80s kids

Dragon Sand pit Playground – Courtesy of Remembering Singapore

This was my favourite when i was a kid!
– Courtesy of CNNgo

Has been replaced with this:

Courtesy – Singaporesnapshots

Well, the rationale was simple, hygiene. HFMD was waiting to unleash itself onto the young in the sand. but it was the same sand that i could build sandcastles of imagination without needing to head to the beach! i had scrapes from falls in the sand but that made me pick myself up, dust the sand off and carried on playing. That could be upbringing too, but never mind separate discussion.

However fast everything is quickly being replaced for better amenities, infrastructure etc, I still love the pasar malams (night markets) that bloom once every school holiday season. There’s something about how it makes however edgy a HDB estate look like home. Even though the stuff at these pasar malams dont hold the same standard as before, it just never fails to get me excited and wanting to visit one thought I know I’m going to walk out with nothing in my hand. Except maybe a chicken wing, taiwanese sausage, fish crackers, cotton candy, cup corn – yea nothing much.
It reminds me of meeting friends just to grab something from the pasar malam akin to going to a shopping centre. then the most important of it all. When pasar malam also meant funfairs. It was family time out together, maybe that would explain why I still love the oh-so sinful cotton candy – it meant me and my brother tearing of the soft cotton fighting for the last bit of sweet and licking the paper just cause. And the funfair games where stuff could be won. and silly rides with battery operated toy cars you could ride around otherwise only drool while running around in toys-r-us.

The simple life as I last remembered it to be pristine.

its not the same anymore for me as a grown up, i wonder whats it like for kids these days…