Ahhhh..
My paperclips have a way of disappearing by themselves. So do my colourful post-its and my pair of scissors.
Sometimes, YL's sweets.. And the odd pen from the table. I've taken to stocking up on lots and lots of pens.
Oh yeah, my dried mango holds the record for shortest-time-spent-on-my-table. =D
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Monday, April 16, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Daddy
Has an interesting life.
Sprained my ankle in Dec, following which I had Daddy rub my ankle before I decided to seek help from a TCM practitioner. Anyway, during 1 of the particularly agonising rubs, he took to telling me stories from his childhood and gymnast days.
Why? Well.. I'm not sure that he didn't already want to talk, but I guess it was to distract me. I, for one, tend to laugh when the massage got too painful. I will start off screaming then end up laughing, til I cry. Yeah.. Imagine laughing 'cos it's painful.
So anyway, this is Daddy's story, and I'm recording it for the pure purpose of memories of my family:
So Daddy used to be an awesome gymnast.. He did the springboard (??) and even represented Singapore in the SEA Games! I'm pretty sure it was a big deal back then.
He sprained his ankle once, and the swell was bad enough to push him to a physician. The doc then said some prayers, and pressed down on the swell, so much so that it hurt til my dad peed in his pants. Haha! Yeah me laugh - I've never known my dad to be less of the strong man he is today.
So Daddy also fell before. You know mattresses are usually placed on the floor during practice for gymnasts to land - so he landed, but unfortunately, the foot got caught when he landed in the space between mattresses. Result? Twisted foot! Eew.
Daddy also got bitten by a dog before; he used to stay in a kampung. Like, really?!?! So he went to take a rabies jab.
Daddy got a tetanus shot too - when he tried to repair the leaky zinc roof of his kampong house. The umbrella nail (I don't know.. Daddy called it an umbrella nail) pierced through his heel. Ouch.
Mmm.. I think Daddy had a painful childhood. =P
Then he bumped into an exhaust accidentally, flesh was scraped off / Got burned by hot oil / Got his eyebrow caught on a tap and also scraped his flesh off / Was only 8 yrs old when he had to carry wood, in a gunny sack, home from a sawmill to be able to burn a fire to keep warm.
He saved a friend (albeit ungrateful one) too. The person jumped on a trampoline wrongly and would have landed badly on the ground, if not for my dad catching him in the nick of time.
Daddy also attended the opening ceremony of the National Stadium. From a moving lorry, he had to somersault onto a pole. Not sure whether he remembers who he was performing for.
Some well.. Tips that Daddy tried to pass on:
If a baby's drooling, use a dishcloth (please ensure it's thoroughly washed clean) to clean the mouth to stop the drool.
To cure baby hiccups, stick a betel leave onto the baby's forehead.
For a fever, bathe the baby in boiled betel leave water.
To cure a cough, boil mutton with the insides of pomelo skin, add salt, drink. (erm..)
And lastly, to disappoint me, Daddy's disappointed his children are not in any national sports team. I tried to argue that I play volleyball but.. Oh well. =D
Lovelove Daddy.
Need to squeeze Mummy's stories out one day.
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Sprained my ankle in Dec, following which I had Daddy rub my ankle before I decided to seek help from a TCM practitioner. Anyway, during 1 of the particularly agonising rubs, he took to telling me stories from his childhood and gymnast days.
Why? Well.. I'm not sure that he didn't already want to talk, but I guess it was to distract me. I, for one, tend to laugh when the massage got too painful. I will start off screaming then end up laughing, til I cry. Yeah.. Imagine laughing 'cos it's painful.
So anyway, this is Daddy's story, and I'm recording it for the pure purpose of memories of my family:
So Daddy used to be an awesome gymnast.. He did the springboard (??) and even represented Singapore in the SEA Games! I'm pretty sure it was a big deal back then.
He sprained his ankle once, and the swell was bad enough to push him to a physician. The doc then said some prayers, and pressed down on the swell, so much so that it hurt til my dad peed in his pants. Haha! Yeah me laugh - I've never known my dad to be less of the strong man he is today.
So Daddy also fell before. You know mattresses are usually placed on the floor during practice for gymnasts to land - so he landed, but unfortunately, the foot got caught when he landed in the space between mattresses. Result? Twisted foot! Eew.
Daddy also got bitten by a dog before; he used to stay in a kampung. Like, really?!?! So he went to take a rabies jab.
Daddy got a tetanus shot too - when he tried to repair the leaky zinc roof of his kampong house. The umbrella nail (I don't know.. Daddy called it an umbrella nail) pierced through his heel. Ouch.
Mmm.. I think Daddy had a painful childhood. =P
Then he bumped into an exhaust accidentally, flesh was scraped off / Got burned by hot oil / Got his eyebrow caught on a tap and also scraped his flesh off / Was only 8 yrs old when he had to carry wood, in a gunny sack, home from a sawmill to be able to burn a fire to keep warm.
He saved a friend (albeit ungrateful one) too. The person jumped on a trampoline wrongly and would have landed badly on the ground, if not for my dad catching him in the nick of time.
Daddy also attended the opening ceremony of the National Stadium. From a moving lorry, he had to somersault onto a pole. Not sure whether he remembers who he was performing for.
Some well.. Tips that Daddy tried to pass on:
If a baby's drooling, use a dishcloth (please ensure it's thoroughly washed clean) to clean the mouth to stop the drool.
To cure baby hiccups, stick a betel leave onto the baby's forehead.
For a fever, bathe the baby in boiled betel leave water.
To cure a cough, boil mutton with the insides of pomelo skin, add salt, drink. (erm..)
And lastly, to disappoint me, Daddy's disappointed his children are not in any national sports team. I tried to argue that I play volleyball but.. Oh well. =D
Lovelove Daddy.
Need to squeeze Mummy's stories out one day.
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Monday, April 9, 2012
Loss of appetite
Again!
Have no idea why.. Bought a bowl of noodles for lunch, and barely finished a quarter. Waste of money!
On a separate note; excited!! 2.5 more weeks to Batam with IDDD! Heh heh.. Spending 3 full days together with me will be testimony to his patience. Awesome man! =P
Last night was a great night.. Soooo warm, being wrapped in strong, comforting arms. Nah.. Shan't be too explicit. Personal grouse - really should wash his hair. Still smelt of incense.
His room always smells nice.
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Have no idea why.. Bought a bowl of noodles for lunch, and barely finished a quarter. Waste of money!
On a separate note; excited!! 2.5 more weeks to Batam with IDDD! Heh heh.. Spending 3 full days together with me will be testimony to his patience. Awesome man! =P
Last night was a great night.. Soooo warm, being wrapped in strong, comforting arms. Nah.. Shan't be too explicit. Personal grouse - really should wash his hair. Still smelt of incense.
His room always smells nice.
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