Girls will be girls

I have 2 beautiful daughters, one skinny, one chubby.

I never could guess what their character will be but for sure they are born different.

I always thought Isabel is kind of not girly enough, when she was 2+, she fought with boys in the Childcare centre and got complained by the teachers.

She seldom wear skirt, it has always been pants or shorts.

Actually it has never been her choice to wear pants or skirt, it has always been our choice to make her wear pants and jeans as she has yet to learn to sit properly like a lady.

She's actively running around, climb up and down chairs, hopping around.

But after she get to know the Disney characters "Princess" she starts to want to dress like them.

She wants to wear beautiful long dresses, especially when going to parties and meet her friends, she doesn't really want to be seen wearing pants.

She yearns to be a princess, to wears beautiful sparkling dress dance on the dance floor.

She even asked me to be a king so that she can be a princess...

Now even her pajamas she wants it to be long dress.

I guess girls will always be girls, that's how God made them.

Happy birthday to my lovely wife

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVELY WIFE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO

YOOOOOOUUUUU!!!

To My Lovely Wife:

This will be your best year ahead,

The Passion you have for your job will let you shine in the marketplace,

The Love you have for the family will let make the children grow strong and healthy,

The Joy you have in the Lord will let Him use you greatly in His mighty Kingdom.

For you will be the head and not the tail,

Above and not beneath.

Blessed in the going forth, and blessed in the coming in.

Happy Birthday!

Rescue Me

As I was walking home one evening, I came upon the playground and saw a group of (1)young men tieing something. There were many bystander around watching them.

Next thing I know, the group of young men were holding up a very long pole made of many bamboo poles tied together, tickling the nearest tree.



















That's when I realised that there was a ball in the tree...

But despite their effort, the pole was still at least 5 feet too short.

Then out of nowhere, an (4)uncle came holding 4 more bamboo poles and helped them tie it to the existing one to make it longer.















As I watched them beat around the branches, few things came down instead of the ball... there were 2 pieces of (3) garments, a styrofoam toy plane and other things I couldn't identify.

Suddenly a (1)boy of about 15 years old appeared right infront of me and patted me on my shoulder assuringly said: "Uncle! You wait here, I go and get the ball back."
Then he ran off to another passerby and patted him on the shoulder and said the same thing to him. I was puzzled, but I also know he's intellectually challenged. What I like about him is that he always has a smile on his face, and he's helpful too... tried to help hold up the pole.































I didn't stay long enough to see how they finally got back the ball, but I know its done because when I walked passed the place the next day, the ball was gone. But I also wonder, how the ball can get so high up there.

Fatherhood

I have been a father for 4 years now... of course, not much experience to talk about, but joy of being a father is indescribable.

There were times when children can really drive me up the wall. but there were also times when we shared a laugh and everything simply melt away. Its like our own laughter is not the best medicine, but its their laughter that can cure all.

Although Isabel has past the phase of "Terrible 2", still, being a child of 4 years old, she has her own thinking, and may want things her way. That's when our discretion has to come in and decide to let her have her way or not. I try to be firm and fair... but she'll be disappointed half the time.

This morning my maid told me Isabel was crying and kicking in her dream last night. This made me think, was I too strict with her. Did I reject her request too often? Should I let her do what she want more often, buy her more toys? Spend more time with her?

Is the cause of her nightmare from me? I really want to be a good father, but sometimes I may over do it, expecting her to live up to my standard, do things a little faster, react a little quicker...
Sigh...

But kids are still kids, they are suppose to drive us nuts until they pass puberty... sometimes beyond.

I guess that is the unpronounceable part of the contract of being a parent, which makes me love my parents more for enduring my nonsense.

This is what happens when we get the kids to help-out

Would you believe if I tell you that Ally is stronger than Isabel? Despite her size, she's able to bend and almost break a cane with her bare hands.

Bite my shoes?

A colleague of mine happily came into the office and started showing off her new shoes that her boyfriend bought.

An hour or so later, she came and complained that the shoe is hurting her feet.

She said: "I've already bitten it why it still hurt my foot?"

I went dazed... "You actually bite your shoes?"

She went: "Yah... Before I wear it. My dad does that too... so that the shoe won't hurt my feet."

Me: "Well... Bite it again!" (whipped out my camera ready to take a picture)

She: "Cannot la... Once I started wearing it, cannot bite it anymore."

I'm really amazed that in this modern society, there are people who still believes in such myth and superstitions.

Like in the western, some people believe that its bad luck to walk under the ladders, or to have a black cat cross your path.
But one common superstition between the east and west is that they all say that opening an umbrella in a room or under the roof is bad luck.

I believe its all in the state of mind, like Feng Shui for instance, what's important is that you yourself have to be comfortable with the environment or surrounding, hence, productivity will increase.

Anyway... its up to you, what they always say: "If you believe... then its there. If you don't believe... then its not there."