Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
my little koala bear
a few weeks ago, J tried all sorts of tricks to sleep in our bed. Nothing worked until he said he wanted to try sleeping on me. so the little chap squeeze himself into bed, used my tummy as a pillow and my thigh as a bolster. The funny thing was, he really fell asleep hugging my leg!
Friday, July 12, 2013
3 more days...to J's Primary 1 Registration
Education is serious business in Singapore. This is the country where parents are capable of all sorts of "tricks" to get their children into reputable or popular schools. This is also the country where parents have to do volunteer work, to get a chance to ballot for a vacancy in their preferred school. In recent 1-2 years, it has gotten so bad, that even brand new schools with no established reputation need balloting to get a vacancy too.
Primary 1 registration can be a tears and sweat inducing exercise. Sweat when you have to put in 44 hours of volunteer work, doing things like acting as traffic warden and then the tears come, when despite doing so much extra work, you may not get the 1 vacancy you need.
On my husband side of the family, we have a cousin (not filthy rich) who recently spent all his money on a 30 year old property which cost SGD1.9 million, just to increase his chances of getting his children into one of the most talked about school in the country. Poor chap spent all his cash and had to take multiple loans to finance his new house renovations and furnishings. Even the TV was bought on loan.
So anyway, to cut the story short, this is the year where we have to play victim to the system.
We didn't do any volunteer work, nor join any alumni (not without trying. Pei Hwa does not have an alumni) so all we can do is to keep our fingers and toes crossed and hope J gets into my primary school. Will not hurt to pray!
Pei Hwa..we are coming for you!
Primary 1 registration can be a tears and sweat inducing exercise. Sweat when you have to put in 44 hours of volunteer work, doing things like acting as traffic warden and then the tears come, when despite doing so much extra work, you may not get the 1 vacancy you need.
On my husband side of the family, we have a cousin (not filthy rich) who recently spent all his money on a 30 year old property which cost SGD1.9 million, just to increase his chances of getting his children into one of the most talked about school in the country. Poor chap spent all his cash and had to take multiple loans to finance his new house renovations and furnishings. Even the TV was bought on loan.
So anyway, to cut the story short, this is the year where we have to play victim to the system.
We didn't do any volunteer work, nor join any alumni (not without trying. Pei Hwa does not have an alumni) so all we can do is to keep our fingers and toes crossed and hope J gets into my primary school. Will not hurt to pray!
Pei Hwa..we are coming for you!
We checked out the sharks and dolphins!
Little chap got lucky and took a day off school to check out the sharks and dolphins at the new (okay..not so new anymore) Aquarium at Sentosa.
Baby Sharks!
Giant Fish!
Jarrett, My Son
The hubby screwed up my layout and has been banished to his own blog land.
He can be found here: Jarrett, My Son
So family and friends, all weird posts here are wholly mine and all there ( Jarrett, My Son ) totally his. =P
He can be found here: Jarrett, My Son
So family and friends, all weird posts here are wholly mine and all there ( Jarrett, My Son ) totally his. =P
So the daddy has spoken
J's daddy has spoken. He said "mama, maybe you can start to write your blog again"
Apparently, WX shares the same thoughts that many lovely memories get lost along the way...but he doesn't understand that there are so many things to do in a day that writing here often gets forgotten. So he came up with a brilliant idea. He is going to write too.
So from here on, if you see a weird entry with different style of writing, you know it's not me, and it's not spam. It's J's Daddy.
Apparently, WX shares the same thoughts that many lovely memories get lost along the way...but he doesn't understand that there are so many things to do in a day that writing here often gets forgotten. So he came up with a brilliant idea. He is going to write too.
So from here on, if you see a weird entry with different style of writing, you know it's not me, and it's not spam. It's J's Daddy.
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