Friday, June 29, 2012

breaking lu's blister


In the name of vanity, Lu gets blisters on her foot.

She puts on her prettiest pairof black sequined shoes and traipses about a kilometer to the ice-cream shop.

There is nary a complaint. Until I see her feet and yell: Oooh you have blisters!

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She has no idea what I am going on about, but the sight of three watery bubbles on her foot and some raw skin on the other is upsetting.

She gets even more upset when KK takes one look at her feet and proclaims that he has to burst the bubbles.

“I have had many many blisters in my time, Lulu. Trust me. Once I prick it so the water comes out, you will feel much better.”

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She does, I think.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

delaying gratification


Jo is very good at postponing her pleasure.

By that I mean she is never in a hurry to tear open new packages, she doesn’t insist on speed-reading through new books, she doesn’t grab a handful of and finish sweeties on the spot.

Instead, small things we give to her like notebooks or pens are lovingly stowed away in their plastic packets, pristine and untouched (and woe betide anyone who dares to sully her possessions) until the time is ripe. It could be up to a few days later.

Books we borrow from the library are slowly read through, pages carefully turned (by that I mean she slowly peels each page to ensure she doesn’t accidentally turn two pages at a time and miss one).

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And sweets, she keeps in her pocket until a good time, like after dinner, when she whips them up for dessert to the envy and chagrin of her less forward-thinking siblings.

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* Sweeties from the car workshop

In this regard, she is absolutely amazing.

I don’t know many adults, much less children, who can delay gratification.

Monday, June 25, 2012

remember my number

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Now I have taught her, she can call me.

Being able to pick up the phone and call parents with a memorized number is a very important skill!

She also has this weird habit of talking on the phone held an inch away from her ear. Maybe she thinks its dirty.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

hol highlights


A year on, Day is given about two days’ worth of homework (versus nothing the year before) and he’s free the rest of the time. Hurray to a nice school!

His holiday highlights:

FRIENDS

We only manage to catch up with Matt, who now ‘catches up’ with Day via the blog thanks to his sis who finds it, and who tells me – Take my photo and put it on the blog! 


I like the change of attitude. And his wish is my command.

Hi Matt!

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* Matt and Sophia

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* Sophia and Day

MOVIES

In Darwin we watch at least two movies a day on TV.

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* Favourite spot in Choon's living room

The movie mania carries over upon our return. Sans girls (who are in school) Day and I go to the cinema a couple of times (blessed weekday mornings, empty theatres and cheaper tickets) where we check out Madagascar 3, and Snow White and the Huntsman.

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Apart from the fact that his bladder is inconveniently small, necessitating his running to the toilet several times in a film as he tanks up on lemon tea, he is a nice, quiet, still companion so I feel like I am alone, which is really my favourite way of watching movies. Alone.

FOOD

He learns about steak, or steek, as he tends to pronounce it.

And he learns how to make another favourite: Bruschetta (for which I once again have to buy expensive produce because while sour Malaysian tomatoes would do fine for me, I think he wants his to actually taste good).

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COURSES

Typically, I throw a list of CC holiday courses at him and ask him to pick which ones he wants to go for.

This time he is completely bowled over by a Robotics course which comprises teams of (mostly) boys pitting the robots which they made, against the other team robots. Techie, nerdy and (somewhat) violent. 


Win.

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Thursday, June 21, 2012

camp jo


I sighed in relief when I walked into Jo’s school the other evening and all she did was give me a tight little smile. Like – I’m so embarrassed my mum is in school.

It was to be her first overnight camp, the same annual school-organized one which Day went on three years ago.

Knowing Jo, I was afraid. That she would think of me, crumple and defect. I wanted desperately for her to sleep in school because it's such a lot of fun.

Before I showed my face, I called the school: Is she OK? Yes, they said. She is perfectly fine and enjoying herself.

So I showed face. With Lu by my side, we snitched the BBQ food, enjoyed a couple of Magnums, took a few photos. We waved goodbye to Jo. We left.

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* Cool as a cucumber... at first

An hour later, I miss two consecutive calls from the school. They then call my folks who make the urgent call to KK: Jo is crying.

She suddenly thought of me at bedtime, crumpled and cried for home.

I took her back. Face streaked with tears, she was quiet in the car. But when I asked her about it, she said: I miss you, mummy. I love you so much… Then the floodgates opened again.

Aiyoo.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

steaked out

We loaded up on meat in Darwin.

Steaks, lamb, pork.

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* Choon's lamb

Inspired, KK dreamt of making the perfect steak in-house. He watched Gordon Ramsey, he watched Jamie Oliver, he put them together and rehearsed in his mind the steak steps.

First off, like most men would, he spent a bomb on a load of kitchen weaponry to prepare for the steak coronation.

He bought a pepper mill, steak knives, nice forks, tongs, all from horribly expensive WMF. Of course I already have all these things in our kitchen. He only wants better ones.

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* In the back, my humble pepper next to the great silver WMF mill

See, he needs great equipment to make great food.

Then he asked me to buy inch-thick steak. Oh boy. Knowing him, I buy a terrific cut of beef, thickest slab I see. $22 for two pieces.

Straight home after cycling, sweat still running down his face, he launches into his steak cook-out. Kids are all hyped up. It’s a big event with a whole lot of build-up.

Day is the kitchen hand. Both boys had read up and watched the videos together.

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There’s a timer on the counter. There is a lot of palm-pressing which is apparently a springy indicator of how the steak should feel. KK pokes the steaks with his finger. Day flogs the steaks with a stick of rosemary. KK rests the steak.

He cuts it. We collectively ooh and ah. It’s quite, perfectly, medium-rare and so juicy.

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It’s gorgeous.

Four of us fight for steak. Lulu is not a steak fan.

KK concludes: We can do perfect steaks at home. And Ramsay is better than Oliver.

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Monday, June 18, 2012

meeting milly and molly’s maker

Milly and Molly go to their birthplace in Darwin and meet their maker at the Sunday Nightcliff Market. It’s a sort of weekly pasar-malam.

The no-nonsense old lady who wears a bunch of flowers on her head and who is very protective of her dollies (we remember because she snapped at the girls last year for fondling the dollies before we bought them) was, I think, slightly aghast when she saw Milly and Molly.

“Oh I see they gave the dolls faces,” she said, drily, before tacking on a more appropriate response. “I suppose that’s quite alright.”

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* Slightly demented-looking Molly gazing at her pristine new friend

We undertook our mission of snapping up another three dolls for people back home who wanted them, to her pleasure – “They move really slowly, now I’ll have to spend the week making more” – before I took a photo.

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In my book, she’s an artisan. 

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Saturday, June 16, 2012

darwin: little stories

A collection of moments, photos and little stories. In third-person. Just because!

Lulu was scared of the big crocs. Especially when the men in the safari suit started handing out fishing lines with bloody chunks at the end of it for the battle-scarred crocs to lunge at. She wanted her mummy to carry her all the way down the feeding walkway. But when the man whipped out a two-foot long baby croc for photo-taking, she was intrigued: It’s cute! Putting on her best smile, cowboy hat firmly on her head, she stepped forward and gripped the croc without a tremor. Said the man: We have some brave young kids today!

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Evening fell at the Florence falls, the mozzies came out in full force. The man of the family conscientiously zipped up the tent and sprayed repellant in, around and out. He was really protecting himself. With him around, everyone else was safe because his blood is sweetest. He did not forget his neck and ears. The wife had to try hard for a steady shot because she couldn’t stop laughing at the ribbon.

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The bowls, cups, chopping board, knife, cutlery, pot, saucepan, lean bacon, mushrooms, spinach leaves, pasta, were all diligently assembled and carted along for camp dinner. Chef and camp co-ordinator Choon suddenly looked up: We forgot the oil. Bacon fat would have to do. To overly dry pasta, add milk.

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A beautiful morning at Berry Springs. David ran down the steps and lunged into the pool, a fantasy playground of warm crystal-clear water, small fish, crabs, pebbles and a waterfall. Ooh there’s more fun downstream and upstream! He clambered up the rocks, looked around, lost his footing and came tumbling down the fall. Sucked into the current, his father fished around and pulled him out alive.

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* Day in bright blue and green

Lulu was scared of fishes. She liked looking at them, but not swimming with them. She zipped on her suit, stuck to her papa like a limpet, then begged to be put back on dry land to munch on Smith’s black pepper and lime chips.

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Jo was envious. She saw her brother frolick in the icy-cold Florence Falls and now he was doing the same at warm Berry Springs. She knew there were fish in both waterfalls but when she put on her goggles and peered into the water, she realized the fish at Berry Springs were a lot smaller. They were about the size of her hand unlike the Florence Falls foot-long fish. Soon, she, too, was playing in the natural spring like it was Bedok Swimming Pool.

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* Jo in red and blue

In preparation for a frigid camp night, the children were kitted in everything that could possibly keep them warm. K-mart fleeces, bought the day before, warm hats, fleecy pants and sleeping bags. Imagine the disappointment and discomfort when the night turned out to be about as cold as the local Woolworth’s supermarket.

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* Girls with ears covered

At the Territory Wildlife Park, the local zoo where a wise man once said “you walk a lot to see very little”, the girls peed into the bushes because the toilets were very far. Unknown to all, the bushes were full of tiny little thorns which stuck cruelly to their new fleecy pants. After a chorus of “Oo! Ow! Pain!” girls and mother – who escorted them into the bush - all stopped to pull out the thorns. Only it never really seemed to go away. There was always another one somewhere. Foot, thigh, crotch. Kids did not want to walk.

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God, its tiresome writing in third-person. End of experiment.

Friday, June 15, 2012

darwin swansong

We're back from our third and I think, our last, trip to Darwin.

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The annual pilgrimage has become so comfortable we mostly laze around in decadent silence, watching tons of movies on TV and stuffing our faces full of Woolworths goodies in what feels like the most perfect weather.

Its so good. But its time to move on to more stimulating things!

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

snapshot

The day we are to leave for Darwin (tonight), I retrieve a letter from the mailbox from the tax authority: I did not file my tax returns!

How I miss auto-inclusion schemes.

And how easy it was for me to put the tax letter dated 10 Feb into my in-tray, diligently pencil in "file taxes" into my diary on Sunday, realize the next week that I have had too much going on, postpone "file taxes" to the next week, and so on and so forth until I get slapped with a $150 composition fine. Now I count, there are about 10 "file taxes" in my diary.

Has it been four bloody months since I meant to file taxes!?

And how blinking painful it is for a self-employed person (who is bad with numbers) to file taxes! Truth be told, every Sunday I look in my diary and I end up doing something else because it's just so painful to have to calculate, check, audit.

Because I want to clear everything before I go (I'm on some mad pre-Darwin cleansing ritual), I just submitted the damned taxes. 

And wrote a nice contrite appeal which started with "I had neglected to file my taxes not through wilful intent, but as a busy mother of three, the matter slipped my mind..." and ended with "if there is help available for self-employed persons like myself in filing their taxes (I struggle with understanding all the fields), please keep me informed."

Please let it work...

Saturday, June 02, 2012

girls' reports

At home they are night and day.

At school, they're both the same shade as far as the teachers can tell.

Jo and Lu get exactly the same comments: Very hardworking but very shy.

Odd.

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* Not themselves