Saw a beautiful frangipani tree today and picked a handful of frangipanis on the ground. The recurring smell of the frangipani has made me returning to my childhood, at the garden where my mom and I used to picked frangipanis on the ground. She tied them up like a ball and hung it near the door frame. I remember vividly that I sniffed the wind for the spicy sweet scent whenever the wind blew.

Scents always link to memories of places and moments. It is amazing that sometimes a smell can trigger memories of events long past.

Whenever I get a whiff of soy sauce or a redolent scent of softener, I am back in my grandmother’s kitchen. It often makes me warm and yet, homesick.

I do not know how to tie the frangipanis into a ball. I can only put them in a bowl. My living room does not smell frangipani at all but guess what, my fingers do.

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At Ikea children department…

Me: Aww..look at this!! So cute!(Pointing at the children’s cookware)
Man..I wish I’ll have a daughter. No, even if I have a son, I will make him play cooking game, too. Come…cook mummy something… *grin*

The children’s Duktig cookware

Mike: I think you’re going to obsess over your son in the future. And you won’t allow him to find a girlfriend.

Me: Mmm..Oh ya! Why I never thought of that! You’re right!! I would LOVE and be SO OBSESSED about him, and jealous about his girlfriend. That makes me a Monster-in-law, isn’t it? *grinning like a proud mom*

Me: And oh…I think you just reminded me to be one, because I’ve never thought of being one. If anything goes wrong in the future, I know who to blame.

I wonder what triggered Mike to make that comment.

Yes, I want my son to play cooking game with me. And NO GIRLFRIEND till he is 21.

I am so “monster” sometimes…

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Finally I have the time to sit down and complete my entry about my “tattoo”. It is a long entry and hence, the part 2.

On Sunday afternoon, we went to Roy’s house for his newborn’s party. That was why I was shopping for baby’s stuff.

Cute!! I love to smell baby’s head.

As I was sitting at the living room, a small girl came to me.
“Were you at the family day yesterday?” *Looking at my tattoo*

Me:”Er..ya. Why? You recognised me?”
Wah..not bad. I must be super outstanding with my tattoo that even a small kid can recognise me in the crowd.

She pointed at her tattoo and said:”See, I have one, too!!”

Me:”Oh..Great! I wish I can get the butterfly one like yours!” -_-

There you go. The family day was the beginning of the entire tattoo thing.

I was one of the organizing committee for our staff family day. We had several booths and stalls set up at Fort Canning. Airbrush tattoo was one of them.

After we have done with registration, Mike and I were skipping and running towards the airbrush tattoo booth. I was surprised to see most of the aunties were in the queue!
Pics taken by Mike

Wah…Love leh. How come I didn’t get that template?

Mike – Stylo Milo

I wanted to remove it after family day. But then, it was my first time having something ‘printed’ on my skin and I was so excited. I wanted to show my friends and colleagues before removing it.

So the tattz stayed.

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I met up with Sean before going to Roy’s house. He said if the aunties (at Roy’s) saw me with the tattz, they would see me as an Ah Lian, which I totally expected it.

It is interesting to see how people perceive you when they see you with a tattoo. I have one day to experience it, which put me in a total different light.

When I was introduced to Roy’s colleagues, Sean mentioned that I had a tattoo.

Their immediate reaction was priceless. The man whispered to his girl friend:”She had a tattoo?? Where?”

Then I had to quickly explain that it was airbrushed. -_-

You see, whether you like it or not, people with tattoo will be judged (mostly negatively) almost instantly.

I told Dan that it would be my future thesis. Dan told me to get a real one for research purpose.

Nah…I won’t get a tattoo. I don’t see the need to.

Some said it was a phase to rebel.

If I want to rebel, I would choose to devour 2 buckets of KFC in a day. (Well, I have yet to go through my rebellious youth. *grin*)

If it is just for fun, I don’t see how “fun” it could be after having it for 10 years.

Mom used to tell us:”Cut on your skin, pain in my heart.” That is the last thing I want to do to upset her.

Furthermore, I have all the “extra” things on my skin already: fine lines, wrinkles, pigmentation and scars. The last thing I want is also a tattoo.

I started to get bored with my tattoo already. Can’t imagine if it is permanent.

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My conversation with mom continues..

Me: Aiya, when did I say it is a real one?

Mom: Cheh! I knew you won’t do it one lar..

Me: Izzit? You bluff. Admit it, you thought it was real right? I am your daughter leh. Thought you knew me inside out. Disown me somore…

Mom: I knew your trick lar. *chuckled*

Me: Ya right..

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No..not because of buying a pair of baby shoes! Look at my tattoo…

At 11.30pm last night. My mom usually sleep very early, but I knew somehow she was still awake. So I sms-ed her..

“Mee..Want to tell you something but you cannot get angry hor. Ready??
I have gotten a tatoo…”

2 minutes later, she called.

Mom: What did you doooooo???!! (sounded 75% mad and 25% of “you-must-be-joking”)
Me: Er…what?? (very soft)
Mom: What have you done?
Me: Er…nothing. Just…tattoo-ed.
Mom: Sprayed one or poked one? (she meant fake or real one)
Me: Er…what if it is real? Or…fake??
Mom: If it is real one then I will disown you..FOR SURE!!
Me: Er…ok. You won’t do that..
Mom: Yes I will!!
Me: (trying to act cool). Aiya…tattoo only what..
Mom: I tell you..if you do that, I will disown you!

Haha! Actually I can’t remember how many times she has said the word “disown”. My mom is quite cute….sometimes.

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That was the “suitcase gun” that he mentioned. Very er…hilarious. The way he holds the gun could be cooler.

From Sean.. I think he can start a blog or write a script.

Sean: “So…Cherry, this is Singapore River. Sir Stamford Raffles landed somewhere along this river and thus the modern history of Singapore begun.” ( I was brimming with pride for having such “in-depth” knowledge of my country’s history)

Cherry: “Erm…ok…”(duh..as if I don’t know)

Pointing to the statue of Sir Stamford Raffles, Sean:” Look! That is the statue of Stamford Raffles and this statue probably marks the actual landing site.” (Still brimming with pride and unaware that she had already been to this place)

Cherry nods sheepishly.

Sean: “And that man staring at the statue looks like Lee Kuan Yew, our MM.” (The key word is “looks like”…after displaying such “profound” knowledge of history, I couldn’t recognise THE MAN..gosh!)

Cherry: “What looks like! It is LEE KUAN YEW!!”

Sean: “Is it?!..sure not” ( still blur)

Cherry: ””Yes! Its HIM!!”

Sean: “oh ya!”( Shocked and started to blush in embarrassment for failing to recognise the most prominent man in Singapore. Fancy thinking of myself a “knowledgeable” Singaporean..haha)

—The End—–

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