Couplehood

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Haven't been back for a while, but I'll be back to the regular updates soon! Seeya soon!

Monday Faithful: Where Did It Go?

I just checked, the post I made yesterday didn't make it here. I've got limited access here at work, so I'll probably be posting only later this evening.

Catch up soon :)

The Monday Faithful: Okay. I've Changed My Mind. iPhone it is.

I'm Embarrassed.

I've Finally Given Up Resisting
And now, I number myself as one of the teeming millions of iPhone users. My previous phone was unusable (I mean, 7 hours of battery life is just ridiculous). Seeing how I've blasted the device at every conversation I've had (and overheard) about it, I feel rather silly now that I'm discovering how nifty it really is. 12 hours after being iPhone-d, I must say that I am quite impressed. What would probably impress most is that I paid just $148 for it. Seriously, it was the cheapest smart phone I could find. Cheap rocks, man.

We're All Down With Something, and It's The Boy's Fault
He caught something from someone – and we've stopped trying to figure out who – and he's been a vector for disease ever since. The wife has been busy day and night chasing the bug down with meds. She's entirely zonked out. For me, I was panting trying to help her clean and drug the boy up over the weekend (I'm part of the diversion effort; you should see me dance), so I'm glad that we've at least broken the fever. Now it's just the cough, sneezing and diarrhea to deal with.

We've Made Some Headway
I promised to give you some idea on how we're doing on the financial front, and after a couple of months of struggle, I'm glad to say that we're making some progress on it. I'm still resolute on making a single income work out for my family, because it is worth striving for. More updates when I can make them.

A Personal Legend
I've been mulling over this one for a week, after someone threw this (and a bunch of other questions) at me to think about. What kind of life am I committed to living? What mark will I leave once I've done what I've sought out to do? Why should I live at any levels less than gloriously? Yeah, I know what you think. But don't tell me it's fluff, until you're able to answer those with the truth.

And, after all, there's no point living if you're not living true to your truest self.

(p.s. More pictures of the family once I'm done toying with apps on my iPhone.)

Monday Faithful: A Week of Very Bad And Very Good Food, and, A New Day

Courtesy of Andy's iPhone

Okay, The Original Post's At The Office, This Is From Memory
I'm at a new workplace now, and they've given me a workstation to work from (which is where I silly-ly left the original post for today). It's a powermac G5, which is was a good thing, but is a pretty slow machine even when placed side by side with my Thinkpad. The internet's unstable too, so I'm not all that reachable via IM anymore. No matter, small sacrifice. The work's making me pumped, and right now, I can barely believe my ears when they call me a "writer". Woot.

Food Disasters
I seldom complain about food these days. Having come out of the armed forces, I've eaten muddy biscuits and insects. That would tell you about my threshold for lousy food. So when I say that the dish-rag-water soup and pond scum carbonara pasta sauce was bad, believe me. The only thing good about it was that the ladies clearing the tables seemed to know that it stank too, and they were happy to get rid of it for me.

Please, whatever you do, never eat at Funan Centre's Minced Pork Noodle Stall, or the Pasta Stall at Marina Square's food court. You've been warned

Food Saviours
Good food came our way eventually, and that I was eternally thankful for. There was excellent chicken rice at Bishan, there was Dim Sum at Chinatown, and there was a treat to Tung Lok Restaurant that I'm sure many of you know of. Big thanks to our buddies who took us there, and accompanied us on our short break. You guys are always appreciated :)

The Naughty Little Boy
We've yet to resist the urge to give the little boy nicknames, and the count now is close to ten. There are references to bad eggs and watermelons, as well as the occasional "porridge". That's from when we remember him kicking and swirling around in the Missus' stomach. As playful as he is, he's absolutely pleasant outside of his hunger pangs (where he turns into a screaming and kicking squirmy thing - oh, that makes it ten names now).

We spent loads of time with him this week, taking him out to places while the major upgrading works at my place tore up the block. He had loads of fun. And so did we.

I don't know about you, but no matter how tired I am, no matter how worried, or how amazingly drowned in defeatism I feel, all it takes is a smile from him all cuddled up in his mother's arms, and bad feelings go away.

We're strong enough to fight again. And that we will.

Subway at the Central

Drink at subway: $2.30. Milk for Baby: $2. Enjoying free music meant for people leaving the office at Central: Priceless.

Now that you know, don't go off running telling everyone. But do come. We'll see you there next week.

It's really nice here.

Visiting the Great-Granny

Here's we at David's great-granny's. She's recently had a tough time with a bad hip and back. She's been staying at home ever since. So we decided to pop by to cheer her up. That's really David's speciality.

We're hoping she'll get better soon. Apart from the hip, she's in perfect health. It shouldn't be too long before she gets back on her feet.

She's a pretty amazing lady, you know? We're all blessed to have her in our lives. David's now playing with her as she sings "winker winker litter sta" adoringly to him. He's just learnt the hand action to play along, which she beams over.

It's going to be such a good day.

On the MRT (With The Mummy, The Baby, And Me)

If there's one place David likes more than any other, it's the MRT. You can't see it but he's getting all excited, executing a flurry of kicks and throwing smiles at strangers.

Its his second day in a row he's getting to ride on the train. Nice.

And, while he's occupied, I steal a hug from the Missus. She loves getting a breath of fresh air, even though its Parco Bugis Junction fresh air.

I'm down and out

I'm absolutely gone for the past two days. Ridiculously tired.

I'll come back a little later, I hope.

I need an ice cream, if only I didn't have food poisoning.

Out For Fresh Air

So we went to United Square, getting my driver's license (long story) and getting some needed groceries and items.

The lady got herself a new haircut, and the boy had some sunshine. I got a bigger keyboard to relieve my stressed wrists.

Family days rock.

Monday Faithful: Getting Better

He's Feeling Better, And His Skin's Clearing Up! So Cute I Could Almost Chomp On Him.

Originally, I Had A Large Chunk Of Text/Rant Here, But Was Too Embarrassed To Publish

So I'll spare you from the details. I'll save that for chit-chats over coffee. (Hmm... something is strange with typepad - it's not publishing right. Sorry if you're getting this late. I've been struggling with this for a while).

Time Home For The Holidays

I cleared the bulk of the work I had for the end of the year, and gave myself to nothing else except family and some fun. It's refreshing. The wife and I decided, just only, on the direction we're headed for 2009. It's like this: God (at His default place), Family, Work, Personal Development, and, if we have time, Origami. I hope it works out. The timing is going to be tricky though, because personal development is going to feature big-gish this year. 

Her Shopping Experience

I got the wife a tomato-red dress from Tangs for Christmas, after she decided that it would be apt for me to rudely shock surprise her for the holidays. What she got was a indescribably beautiful dress that she nearly threw up all over (the price made me throw up, but I'll leave that for another time). Suffice to say, it went back to Tangs, and she picked two other tops which were far prettier. Those two were very pretty and un-hurl-worthy. 

The Little Boy

He's a joy to take out to walk around town. For the most part, he remains quiet, and pre-occupies himself with scenery and older ladies, who he charms effortlessly. I guess it's his smile - and if you remember Roald Dahl's "Danny, The Champion of the World", it's an eye smile - and a captivating one at that. His skin's clearing up marvellously. The second trip to the once grumpy Paediatrician came back with praises and pats on the back to the little boy. I'm glad he looks and feels better.

I'm Making A Move

I'll tell you more later in the week, if I get the chance.