There's hope

I am a bookworm. When I go shopping, I end up spending too much time in a bookstore and then going home with a new tome rather than a much needed new wardrobe. I read into the wee hours of the night when I need to be up by 6am the next morning for work. As a teenager, I digested words while shoving lunch into my mouth. Actually I still do.

YL reads only when he is held with force by the throat. He has got a thick neck.

With this combo, it's hard to say which direction our dear Sophie will head. But maybe there's hope for her yet...

Gung Gung's Day

Gung Gung (Grandfather in Cantonese) took part in a Sudoku competition over the weekend at Popo's encouragement. The whole family showed their support by waking up early to get to the venue before 8am. Gung Gung participated in the above 50 years old category, counting an 87-year old woman as his competitor.

Though he completed his puzzle in 5 minutes (out of the given 20 minutes), he discovered one error and then his nerves got the better of him and it was downhill from there. It's alright; there's always next year, Gung Gung!

The Sudoku expert

The supporters

Sophie and her hunk

Sophie and Kau Foo Chai (Cantonese for young uncle, or mother's younger brother), Tik Chu and her Yi Pak (Cantonese for older uncle, or father's elder brother).

The Chinese have proper titles for every type of relative you can think of...

And it is a fact that even a two-year old comprehends...

On the way home in a taxi with Sophie, I took out some money to pay the taxi driver.

Sophie saw the $10 bill and asked, "Who gives you lots and lots of money, Mamma?".

I answered, "My office".

She went on, "Who gives Baba lots and lots of money, Mamma?".

I answered, "Baba's hospital".

She chuckled loudly and corrected me, "No! YOU give Baba lots and lots of money, Mamma!".

An Outing to the Choo

A family picture with the FlinstonesSophie pouting with her Baba when I said no to one of those pushcars that you can rent from the zoo to get around its 28 hectares. Zebra crossing in the background

Hanging out with the sealions

Her first getai

Getai ("song stage" in Mandarin) is a phenomenon unique to Singapore. YL tells me that they take place occasionally in Malaysia, but I have not seen one in the Singaporean style at all.


It is a free open-air night concert held in the common areas of the HDB blocks (Housing Development Board aka Singapore government housing). Performers typically sing in Hokkien or Mandarin, and are not unusually made up of middle-aged aunties and uncles showcasing their dance moves in the latest gaudiest, sparkliest, and stretchiest costumes. They are usually held during the Chinese Ghost Festival month (7th month of the lunar year) and during certain Chinese folk festivals as entertainment for the gods, deities and mortals alike.


We checked one out yesterday night near our flat, and were not disappointed by the gaudy glamour :) If you are interested in this fascinating lifestyle, I highly recommend watching Royston Tan's musical-comedy-drama 881.

Kung Fu Panda

We decided to test Sophie's attention span and risked a movie - Kung Fu Panda - with her a few weekends ago. It's confirmed that it is only 10 minutes long, just enough to last through the commercials.

The rest of the 80 minutes consisted of YL and I alternating between coaxing her to keep still, threatening her to be quiet, taking her out for toilet breaks, taking her to the back of the cinema to let her burn off her excess energy, and explaining to her why she can't go home yet.

Mel, you are lucky with Tik Chu!