Busy Evening

Came back to a burning hot fevered PD last night. The entire house was without lights, the TV was on - phui was whining in the corner and PD was asleep on the couch. Poor things...

Phui-Phui was so happy when I got home. Poor little thing. He gets upset when the house is dark and his not in his precious expensive Serta bed, cuddled up between his mummy and daddy. He clamoured over me when I came in and I asked him - "where's daddy?" He whined alittle and walked further into the house and I followed.

PD was asleep, still unaware that I'm home. He was burning pretty badly. Woke him up and made him some herbal tea I bought from the chinese medicinal shop. He wasn't too keen on eating, so, I decided to cook some porridge.

I miss eating porridge anyway, after the lovely dinner on Saturday night. Dinner was simply white teochew porride, light-soy sauce and pork floss. The best dinner ever!!! YUMMY!

Set to work to clear up the clean clothes in the kitchen. (hate the smell of cooking on clean clothes), cook phui's dinner and dinner for the 2-legged people.

It was not till 8pm that we started eating - I was starving. Sigh... poor us... I couldn't help it. I reached home slightly pass 7, started cooking around quarter pass 7. While cooking, I did a couple of stuff - sort out the dirty laundry for cleaning, collect the clean clothes, folding the fresh clean clothes, wash the two bathrooms. Pretty efficient eh! (",)

After dinner, PD was back in his sofa brewing in his hot fever - after cleaning up 2 pots, 3 plates, 1 saucer, 2 pair of chopsticks and 2 soup spoons, it was decided to send PD to the clinic.

Upon reaching the clinic, his fever subsided slightly - and the doc took his temperature. It was 39.5 degrees. So, that means a painful jab to get rid of the fever. OUCH!!!

Rushed back home and decided that I needed to collect our chandlier at our sis-in-law's place as the electrician was coming over the very next day. So, off I went again.... all the way to hougang.

It took me approximately 45mins to get there (including finding the place). Fortunately, the light pieces weren't heavy. Thank goodness. Manage to get it up all by myself. (",)

*another proud moment*

All in all - I was exhausted by the time I hit the sack.. . and now, with sinus and irritated puffy eyes - I wish I was home, in bed..

The New Convert - Arty

GOSH! Its a sudden mad rush, but I'm glad that we've finally started to put in more effort. We've moved on from pop-art movie posters to oils now. Whoopie!!!

PD and I spend 3hours at a single art gallery going through the pieces and deciding which ones to pick. We've picked 2 pieces, and both happen to lean toward fusion oriental. I thought I'll go for the more abstract pieces or more scenic pieces, but strangely, the pieces that PD and I have picked out were namely a beijing opera piece and a portrait of a learnt oriental lady, reading under the shade of a tree.

There were so many other pieces that we like so much - from a continental influence piece of flowers after flowers. Landscapes of green trees, red fury trees by the river, oriental door of opportunity - single large pieces - pieces that are broken up into 3 pieces, 5 pieces.

Such an aura of arts and visuals. It was lovely time spent - I believe PD is ready for an art musueme show now. *whoopie* (better keep those eyes peeled for one - I'm dying to go for one)

PD was so excited that he branched out from oils to chinese ink. His fancies, I noitce, generally has very clean lines and lots of a details, that generally, oils would not be able to manage like chinese ink or charcoal can achieve. We've been surfing and looking at possible art galleries that we can go visit.

Art galleries! Here we come.....

Food for Thought

Think about it the next time you pour a cup

A group of alumni, all highly established in their respective careers, got together for a visit with their old university professor. The conversation soon turned to complaints about the endless stress of work and life in general...

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went into the kitchen and soon returned with a large pot of coffee and an eclectic assortment of cups:
porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal - some plain, some expensive, some quite exquisite. Quietly he told them to help themselves to some fresh coffee.
When each of his former students had a cup of coffee in hand, the old professor quietly cleared his throat and began to patiently address the small gathering...

''You may have noticed that all of the nicer looking cups were taken up first, leaving behind the plainer and cheaper ones.

While it is only natural for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is actually the source of much of your stress-related problems! "

He continued...''Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In fact, the cup merely disguises or dresses up what we drink.

What each of you really wanted was coffee, not a cup, but you instinctively went for the best cups... Then you began eyeing each other's cups....''

''Now consider this: Life is coffee. Jobs, money, and position in society are merely cups. They are just tools to shape and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not truly define nor change the quality of the Life we live. Often, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee. Enjoy your coffee!''

The happiest people don't have the best of everything - they just make the best of everything they have... So please remember: Live simply.
Love generously. Care Deeply. Speak Kindly.

"Life is short. So break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile. "

Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's Heaven on Earth.


Woooooowwwwwwwww... so-so-so true. And so-so-so cliche isn't it? Althought I crinch when I see such emails, I can't help but agree with how true and logical it sounds. I remember a friend telling me about how career Obsessed driven young sister previously.
She seems self absorbed and obsessed with what she calls 'life' as 'life' to her equates to her 'career'.

Unfortunately, even as she thinks she conquers all and supersedes the people around her, she has missed a major, major part of the puzzle.

As I speak of her, I do truly hope that I will not walk in that same light... It will be so sad if life = career. That's a pretty durn dull life.

But by saying that, well, I guess to each his/her own. Maybe, it makes total sense on what life is to them? And exceling in their career is their happy cup of tea ?

*shrugs*