shelled & deshelled

I’ve been contemplating this for YEARS. But I was always (and still am) too chicken to do it.

Now that the Hair For Hope 2008 is coming round again, I am gearing up to take part.

But I am still chicken.

So, if you can donate to the Children Cancer Foundation, and I can collect more than $400 of donations for the CCF, I’ll join the Hair For Hope 2008 and get my head shaven. Bald. For charity.

You can make your donations here, show me proof of your donation via screencap or email or whatever (my email address can be found on the right sidebar). And I will go get my head shaved.

My luscious head of hair for $20 of your donation to the poor suffering kids who have contracted cancer… That’s not too much to ask for is it?

I could (and probably still might) go get my head shaved (sooner or later) for charity. But how much can I do? But if you would donate $20 (which is a small sum to you) and I can raise more funds for the CCF, why not?

Of course, if you want to join me, Joshua and PapaNash to get shaven, we welcome the company. But if you’re chicken like me, and you yet you want to do something for these kids, DONATE. And I’ll get my head shaven on your behalf.
If you are wondering if you’ll look shitty without hair, I worry about the same thing too. Afterall, bald women aren’t that common on the streets.

But think about some sad little girl who would love to plait her hair or don a ponytail but she can’t because she has cancer and her hair is falling out in ugly clumps. On top of that, she constantly feels ill and is undergoing medical treatment DAILY.

How does THAT make you feel now?

So go on. Donate to Hair For Hope. And I’ll shave my head bald in support of the cause. A small sum to buy hope for some kids who struggle each day of their lives to stay alive and become healthy.

We’ll be waiting for your donations!

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You can choose to donate via any one of our profiles on the CCF Shavees’ list:

Mine / Joshua’s / PapaNash’s

You can’t have a weirder sleeping position than this:

Other than, maybe, this:

Notice the bent wrist, upright foot and forehead used to support his body weight. I only like how his cute lil ass is up in the air.

Is it just an innate ability in babies to sleep in weird positions?

* See Joshua’s previous 101 sleep stances: Part 1 here / Part 2 here / Part 3 here

Hubs got me a Mother’s Day gift last week…

so that it will “complete” the set of my DS lite…

that I zhng-ed with Hello Kitty DS lite decals…

of Hello Kitty Devil (special limited edition available officially only in Japan).

It also nicely matches this pouch that I’ve been using for almost a year.

Hubs got it for me when I was in the early stages of breastfeeding Joshua and was in constant pain and frustration from my seemingly permanently engorged breasts.

To top it all off, Joshua himself gave me a “present”…

Yeah. It’s sweeeeeeeeeeet. Can’t you see my baby loves me to bits?

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!

May this special bond between mothers and child(ren) last forever.

I only wish… my baby would lay on my chest and rest… for as long as he wishes to. He’s only 11 months old, and I am already dreading the day when he will fly the nest to start one of his own.

*sigh* Mothers.

40D nursing bra?
Gone into storage long ago lor.

38C La Senza bra?
I think can keep a pack of tissue inside. And still got space to store my lipstick leh.

38B La Senza?
Still feeling a bit empty. Surely can keep some small knick-knacks like spare change and keys…

36C La Senza?
Sui sui lah. But must be padded hor.

Fwah. Marks & Spencers having sale wor!!
Simi size you wearing? 36B?!?!?

*prepares to jump onto MRT track and commit suicide liao*

When I said I wanted to be back at my pre-pregnancy size hor, I really DIDN’T mean my nehneh size hor.

OMFG. Continue shrinking anymore, no more nehneh left already lor.

Being a (almost) full-time stay-home mom, I think life is unfair.

The government doesn’t provide benefits to stay-home moms via childcare subsidies because, well, stay-home moms don’t work right? So they don’t need childcare services right?

WRONG!

For moms who are juggling for than one kid, or are attempting other accomplishments like school or freelance work, sometimes they could really do with some extra help at a lower cost. Especially when the child is still under 18 months.

But all that political and social policies aside, the MOST unfair thing to happen to stay-home moms would be the fact that we hardly get to take photos with the source of our daily work.

When it’s just mom and baby at home almost all day by themselves, who’s there to capture the endearing moments that are shared between mother and child?

Camwhoring only works to a certain extent, when there isn’t a fidgety young child to handle while trying to skillfully aim the camera lens at oneself and said fidgety child.

I only wish SOMEONE would offer to capture lifestyle shots of me and Joshie more often so that I’d have something to look back at when the kid has grown old and flown the nest.

The boy is teething again. Two tooth buds together. And he’s been more manja than ever. Wanting to be cuddled and lying snuggled on my chest as he sucks his thumb for comfort.

It’s so cute and endearing. So… sweet. Cos he’s usually so disgustingly independent that he rejects free hugs and would rather do some exploring on his own. And I want to just… capture the moment so that I can look back in future and feel a warm sensation engulfing my heart, knowing that once upon a time, long long ago, I had a tiny baby boy who looked to me for love, comfort, and all the other seemingly meaningless things that made his new life so complete and happy.

I didn’t know I could love someone so much that I would even lament the lack of photographic evidence of our relationship.

It’s symbolic. It means so much to me. But I’m not sure others can understand the capacity of this love inside me.

Similarly, I have no doubts that, at least at this point in time, that he loves me back just as much if not more.

Just this morning, I pretended to wail and he offered me his thumb to suck on. Without hesitation. Even though he was already sucking on it to lull himself to nap.

And when I smiled back at him, faking contentment and comfort from his willing thumb, he mumbled under his breath as if in exasperation, and wryly smiled back at me.

He loves me. And I never ever had any doubts.

I just wished I could create more evidence of our memories as tangible history that I can look back on when I’m old and wrinkled.

I think I was asking for a bit too much when I tell him to lie down and go to bed… with the lights still on!

Of course he says “NO!” lah!

Sorry arh. I am silly mommy sometimes.

Joshua will be celebrating his FIRST birthday!!

Date: 1st June 2008 (Sunday)
Time: Buffet lunch will be served from 12pm onwards.
Venue: 45, Bunga Rampai Place (Near Upper Paya Lebar).

To navigate around the area to plan your journey, please visit SLA’s maps. You’ll have to key in the venue address yourself, not that I don’t want to provide a direct link, but that I can’t. It’s friggin Javascript.

Or you can thumb through the pages of the conventional street directories.

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There will be a small bouncy castle and an inflatable pool to entertain the little kiddos. If you have kids and are bringing them, please pack swimwear and an extra set of clothes for them!

Buffet lunch will be provided, so come on an empty stomach!

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Please RSVP with me ASAP so that I can confirm the buffet booking and the size of the birthday cake.

See ya there!

You’ve heard of beer bellies, but have you seen milk guts?

This is what Joshua looks like after a 240ml bottle of formula milk:

And then still got mood to act sexy…

Then the ah pek action of tummy scratching…

Finally, he gets pissed that I am blocking his view of the telly.

Damn tak glam! But I still my baby boy.

… about quitting smoking is not the post-meal smoke.

Nor the first cigarette of the day to wake you up from the grogginess of sleep.

Or how it’s almost unnatural to have coffee or alcohol without smoking.

The hardest part about quitting smoking is when you wake after 2 hours of totally crap sleep, unable to get back to sleep, and have to spend the quiet wee hours of the night alone.

To top it all off, your sex drive is in slight overdrive and your spouse is down with a bad bout of flu. (No, DIY just doesn’t cut it.)

So thus I succumbed.

And now I know the reason behind my chain-smoking nights.

Dead silent hours in the still hours of the night that start the brain into nostalgia-inducing thoughts. Experiencing the heartaches, memories, and reflections all over again.

That’s what keeps me going back. Back to the comforting habit of old.

Yah, I know. I lack perseverance and willpower. I always knew. But knowing, and being able to overcome it, are two separate matters.

Nowadays I’m not as motivated to penned down all the shit and stuff that happens on a daily basis. Let’s just say I’ve lost my blogging mojo.

All I wanna say now is… I so wanna get those darned La Senza chemises!! Farking THREE FOR CAD$39! I have a dozen designs (and I am not exaggerating the number) that I wanna buy. But I am on this clothes shopping ban. Ugh!

And this other spree I joined was cancelled due to “poor response” because I was the only bugger who was interested in the bag. So now I can’t have the stupid bag lah!!

Sibei dulan.

The only saving grace is that Hubs approved my purchase of a cute lil’ jumper thingy from Victoria’s Secret (US$9.99 only!). I even put in an alternate item of the same price in case the jumper thingy is unfortunately out of stock by the time the spree organiser places the order. *keeps fingers crossed*

Recently my spree experience keeps fucking up. Items keep going out of stock or the spree organiser forgot to order, or worse, my Old Navy cardigan came with a slight defect. Pfffffffffft.

Super uber dulan.

And because we have no Old Navy stores here, I have to bring the item down to the local GAP store to get an exchange/refund, which is virtually impossible because GAP won’t have the same cardigan lah!

I is angry girl wanting more La Senza chemises.

And 2 of my black bras DIED on me. So now I need to buy replacements. When is the local La Senza stores going on saleeeeeeee?!?!? *whines*

Oh my life is so meaningless. I am only shopping, shopping and shopping. Hahahahaha.

My dad’s gonna nag me again when he reads this. 老爸！我要买睡衣!! *goes into KPKB mode*

Oh shopping ban, shopping ban. Won’t you be over soon? Only 2 more weeks to go!

Okay, this is a damn random post. So typically bimbotic me. *twirls hair*