I just met a pair of grandparents at J8 to deliver the customised doggie set to them. The grandpa was obviously happy, judging from the satisfied grin on his face. This is of course hand-made with passion and love.
Enquiries are very welcome.
Friday, October 5, 2007
This post first appeared on Tuesday, July 12, 2005
How time flies!' is a much-overused statement and it is probably the most frequently-used statement amongst friends who have not seen each other for a long time. I take a trip down memory lane today as my first boy turned 4 last Sunday and my second one is awaiting to turn three at the end of the year...
[The following entry is dated Saturday, October 29, 2005]
I will remember this eye-opener for the rest of my life. On this day, my first one was born. It was a caesar so i wasn't able to witness the actual delivery. However, i wasn't disappointed.
When this miracle of life, stilll moist with fluid and swathed tightly in towel and cloth was wheeled out, i called out his name.
O, how marvellous and wonderful! He opened his eyes for the first time. He had heard dada talking to him when he was still inside of mummy. And when he heard my voice, he opened his eyes and looked at daddy. This is the exact moment. Camera in hand, the magical moment of a miracle was captured.
"Hi dada! Thanks! I am here now. Don;t worry, I am safe! Whew!"
Hallelujah! Emmanuel - God with us!
[Entry dated: Tuesday, November 15, 2005]
Elisha wakes up, wailing, while we are preparing to go out of the house.
Daddy, mommy, i don't want you to go to work! (more wailing)
But we will come back in the afternoon ok? (actually evening)
Son, don't cry, later auntie will bring you to po-po's house ok?
Nooo...i don;t want you to go....i want you to stay at home....
Ok, son, do you want to sleep some more? Sleep in the yao-yao?
Ok..let's watch Bob the Builder ok?...
You want to eat your breakfast now? Honey stars? Chocolate milk?
The above scenario is sometimes encountered at home between 0640 to 0650 hrs. It was a devastating occasion when it first happened but now it is still a tricky situation to handle.
It was devastating then, in a few ways:
1. When one parent promised something that was not agreed by the other, disagreement might arise..
2. When one parent (me) blamed the other (my wife) for sleeping too early (!) such that our child woke up early..
3. When any one parent decided to stay, the one staying would have to call the office...
4. When we just left and we heard crying and wailing, our hearts wept all the way across the expressways...
Now it is less devastating simply because we have developed callouses to shield ourselves from anguish and pain, and can disengage ourselves at a faster rate; not that the situation is any less tricky - because children are after all human and therefore unpredictable sometimes. So the same scenario may have different outcomes depending on the input and i must add, the process of handling the situation.
By the way, this is not a page from Parenting 101.
[October 5th 2007]
It has been two years since that last post appeared. By God's grace, my first one is going to P1 next year and my second one is going to K2 in 2008. Yeah...i can repeat that refrain...How Time Flies....
Thursday, October 4, 2007
You know the saying that there is only one life and you must try to savour all of life's experiences and be full of the experience of life and all the "Carpe Diem" stuff?
Well, it's true - i believe in it and i am richer in life's experiences because of it.For one thing i got to meet many people and experienced different situations. Then there is improvement in my craft.It's also a good place to hone one's salesmanship and marketing. Definitely.
For your info, the overheads and everything have been covered with money to spare, which of course adds a fruity taste to the entire experience.In wine terminology, it's like a sherry, port or brandy - all nice after-dinner wines.(FYI: Sweet wines should be lightly chilled. Ports should be served at room temperature)
I would like to propose a toast to all and sundry who have appreciated my craft - including my friends and a few who took pictures and video (which i didn't mind). I am especially grateful to my wifey for her understanding. One day when this turns sustainable, i'm sure she'll be happy for me.
I have put my craft on Ebay Singapore. If you are interested to see pictures of my work, kindly go to Ebay Singapore and type "Jumping Clay".
I'll be back...
1. Fatal injury or ruin: "Hath some fond lover tic'd thee to thy
bane?" George Herbert.
a. A cause of harm, ruin, or death: "Obedience,/Bane of all genius,
virtue, freedom, truth,/Makes slaves of men" Percy Bysshe Shelley.
b. A source of persistent annoyance or exasperation: "The spellings
of foreign names are often the bane of busy copy editors" Norm
3. A deadly poison.
After closing my booth one night at NLB at 9.30pm, i couldn't start my car but thank goodness it wasn't in the middle of the road but at Bain Street, or so I thoght. i had to unload my goods and look for my jumper cable. i had hoped that with the cable, i could stop kind motorists to help me jumpstart my car. Then i discovered that my cable was at home.
That was the start of the long wait. With the attitude of some reporters going on a mission to 'test' Singaporeans' ability to render assistance, i stopped motorists and taxi-drivers coming out of the carpark of NLB.
Many had the reason that they were a: in a rush; b. no jumper cable. c. The taxi-driver said he was 'on call.' d. Some said they wanted to help but had no jumper cable. One kind family man had stopped head to head with my vehicle earlier but i had no cable so he drove off after i thanked him nevertheless.
Okay, then i had to call the 24-hour assistance. The man came about 45 minutes later. One second; one spark and $30 later - i was finally driving off, heading for home to my anxious family.
Start of the "BAINFUL" experience = 9.30pm. End of the "BANEFUL" experience = 12.20am.
Discovering that i could not start my car; shitty
Discovering that i had left my jumper cable at home; $30.
Discovering that Singaporeans are not exactly Samaritans = Priceless.