Seriously, I am always curious how one is eligible being addressed as “AUNTIE” or “UNCLE“.
Because I was told by my parents (when I was 8 years old) that only people who were married should be addressed as Auntie and Uncle, otherwise, “che che” (big sister) or “kor kor” (big brother).
But again, how about a woman who is 60 years old? Do I still call her “che che”? Wow..that sounds creepyfunny.
I think my first time was 3 years ago when I attended my colleague’s newborn’s party. He asked his older kid to call me “Auntie”. I was ONLY 23 years old.
So really, what IS the criteria? Age? Look??
Do you remember the first time being addressed as Auntie or Uncle?
(18 March 2009)
You see, that’s another sign of aging!
Signs to show that I have officially crossed the “mid-20s” mark to “late 20s”.
For the past one year,
- I’ve attended more weddings than my last 24 years’ combined. More upcoming this year.
- I was friend’s bridesmaid – 3 times.
- Did friend’s wedding decor and flower arrangement (my first time but it was fun!)
- Celebrated friends’ arrival of new borns – countless times.
- I received updates of friends’ engagements and wedding – almost every week!
- My colleagues’ and friends’ kids called me AUNTIE.
- Started to think about property investment and insurance.
- Started to realise that I still have so much to accomplish before turning 30.
Nonetheless, I think I have achieved much for the past 1 year and am looking forward to my 27th birthday! I wonder what the world will bring to me from now till march 2010.
No birthday celebration is complete without spending it with friends and loved ones.
Thank you all for being part of my 26 years! You guys played a part in making who I am today.
I am touched and grateful by some of your emails in response to “Choices”. Thanks for sharing how you look at your family before and after. It was indeed very encouraging.
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On a lighter note, I want to share with you how my art classes have progressed. Somehow I think this country likes everything runs in “intensive and express mode”, even in education.
I started this course 1 month ago. Because of time constraint (with work and start of semester), we had to complete 15 lessons in a month, which is within the school break. (yup, that’s 4 times a week).
My art teacher strongly discouraged it because she thinks we need time to absorb and practise..but OH WELL..
After drawing cones and blocks in our first 2 lessons, we moved on to drawing more complex objects…and subsequently, more and more “CHARLIE“!
3rd week: Introducing Charlie…
4th week: From pencil to ink and brush –> No excuse to use eraser!!
And Charlie was more “excited” after a week = getting tougher to capture his movements.
2 more classes to go…”Baldy Mary” is in progress…
Come and think of it, we were surprised that we have “progressed” this much within a short time. *gulp*
Yup, the BLOOD BROTHERS was back by popular demand for Good Friday! We had almost 2500 audience in these 2 days! The first day was FULL-HOUSE!
This recording was taken from the Christmas run one though.
Anyway, the drama was about the Father’s love and making choices. For those who didn’t manage to catch it, it was about a brother made his choice to sacrifice for his elder brother so he could have 2nd chance to live. The father made a choice to sacrifice his good son to take his another son’s place.
It struck me that often, our choices seem small but they could be significant for others. Unfortunately, we tend to make selfish choices.
My mom came to visit me since last month. Because of my classes and assignments, I seldom had time for her. I thank those who constantly asking me,“Hey, what happen to your mom while you’re away?” Perhaps God sent these people to remind me that I have neglected my mom.
Being mom, she will put my needs at first, hers second. What she really HOPED was to spend a good 10 minutes talking to me before she goes to bed each day. She stayed up late to wait for me. It was disheartening to see her asking me out with a careful request, “Girl, you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” So worried that the dinner would take me away from doing my work and cost me a leg. I know she was torn between meeting my needs and hers. She made a choice to sacrifice her needs to fulfill mine.
A few days ago, I made a decision to spend 20 dollars fixing a back seat on my bicycle, just to fetch her to a coffee shop from home. I knew it was perhaps a ONE-OFF thing but I knew this memory will stay with her for as long she lives. I came back from work though tiring, it took me 45 mins and an aching butts to reach there. She was so happy (though nervous, with her sweaty palms clenching on my waist). We had a wonderful dinner!
Did it really cost me an arm to do so? Did I fail my assignment just because I spent that 3 hours with her?? I could just spend 30 minutes lesser each day from idling, sleeping, watching TV FOR A WEEK to make up that 3 hours. But seriously, do I have to be so calculative?!
You see, being our critical and judgmental nature, we do not see our flaws until we meet a more selfish and horrible person than us. In fact, this person is there to remind us about our weaknesses. I wouldn’t know how self-centered I was to my mom until I met someone who is more self-centered than me. That was how I felt the pain and the struggles, just as how my mom felt hers.
Her flight is 11am. She is going to the airport at 9am. I told her that I wanted to send her off. She was thrilled but she said:”It’s OK la..you just finished your drama and you need more sleep.”
And I joked: “You don’t want meh??” She was so happy that she just answered with a long WAAAAAAAANT.
I only need to wake up 40 minutes earlier. Does it really cost me a life???
I am feeling very upset as I am writing this. She is leaving tomorrow morning and I knew I have not been treating her well and spent quality time with her. I felt very sorry and I wished I could learn the lesson earlier and turned back the time. Just hated the fact that we always have to lose something/someone in order to appreciate it.
So when we say “I love you”, does it also mean that “I can take you for granted”?
It is really presumption that this person knows how much we love him/her if we do not doing anything and expect that he/she knows.
Today, marked my first time eating a Magnum. A very nice colleague kindly offered us her Magnum on a hot sunny day and I just couldn’t resist.
Why I never had a magnum, in fact, any chocolate-coated ice-cream is simple: The coating is just too sweet for me. I prefer the cream. So since young, I would get my mom to eat all the coating and leave the cream for me.
Half way through eating, I just couldn’t take the coating anymore and decided the crack an opening so that I can “consume” the cream inside.
I think my tongue did a fantastic job.
*I later offered the remaining to my boss. And said:“You want?? See the coating is untouched and is still dry!!” Turning the coating in front of him just to prove my point.
“You know, I was actually thinking of having it but because of the way you were trying to prove…I changed my mind..” He joked.
