I think the French don't really fancy money. I don't why, it is a gut feeling thing. See
1) Now, we already found an apartment we like and want to buy it . So
we went to the Notary with the sellers to sign an official contract to
say we are like dead serious about
buying it. The French law has this ( to me) very parental approach to it
" after signing this , we will still give you 7 days to think about it,
if you change your mind within 7 days, it is penalty-free ( if not, you
pay the fines equivalent of 2375 Singaporean and FT who are caught
littering in Singapore)." I smiled and smiled and shooked hands with
the Notary guy ( who actually asked me quietly where is
Singapore....'-_-) . And when I am out of the door, I told DH the guy
is crazy. OF COURSE I WANT TO BUY THE APARTMENT! Why must wait another 7
days to confirm the deal ? I am not a kid you know ( *wink) and this is
not a Zara blouse, I kind of am very sure I want to buy this place and
HOW DARE HE QUESTION US! ".
Of course DH, who mastered the art
of driving safely and trying to calm me down all at the same time , told
me they just want to be sure we have an "out" should we need it.
Geez, how does an economy improved with this kind of thinking ? Humans
are actually processed with abundant sense of knowing what we really
want -if not given enough time to think about it. Think of all the
impulsive buys we all are guilty of. But impulsive buys are super
important to an economy or else what can explain the popularity and the
longevity of this Smash Tomato http://www.amazon.com/Smash-It-Tomato-Stress-Relief-Splatter/dp/B002TRI8CO ( don't buy here, cheat one, in China, it is only 3 RMB) .
Now we are given 7 days to think about it when he should grab us by the
collars, shake us and spitting saliva all over us yelling happily that
this is the best thing we will ever do for ourselves, sealed the deal
and earn his commission and saved us one week in the progress .
Instead,we are just sitting on our asses to prove we are serious about
the deal . He is lucky. I bet shitload of people changes their mind as
humans naturally do when given the idea that "this just might not be the
BEST BEST BEST thing that ever happens to you / for you". Funny how
this rule does not apply for marriage eh ( Mr and Mrs So and So to be,
you are given 7 days to decide if you still want to be married even
after I announced you man and wife, go forth , don't multiple yet but
think and THINK HARD about it) .
Of course truth is , we are not sitting on our asses because there is still the bank to convince.
2) The banks, ah the banks.
We have money to pay for the apartment but we decided to take out a
small loan as we are abit sadistic and want to feel in debt like most of
the world. For this, we have to submit a mountain of paper works to
prove we were not terrorists, am not terrorists and will not be
terrorists. We are religiously paying our taxes and my husband has a
real job that automatically deduct the taxes anyway so we are
automatically religiously paying our taxes. Banker was happy to see,
feel, smell the papers and shake our hands declaring we are healthy sane
educated and most importantly been taxed automatically and religiously
every month. Then he said that the French laws says we have 10 days to
think about it.
I smiled and smiled and shook hands with the
Banker when we are out of the door, I told DH this is another crazy
law. 10 days!!! Have to wait another 10 days to see if we are serious
about the loan? Geez! If the win lottery tomorrow , who needs the loan?
The banker should have seized the moment and us by our shirts , hugged
and thanks us happily that with this instant deal and commission, we
have paid for his winter vacation in the Alps this year ( which will
boast the economy of Alps) and put him in such good light in the bosses'
eyes at the close of Q4.
10 days.. what to do with ourselves
man...... sighing... I told DH I am going to try to see if I can
exchange a set of plates I bought which has the cutest birdies designs
on it but unfortunately not microwaveable . I walked into Monoprix and
asked for their exchange policy, the lady HAPPILY told me "Yezzz yezzz
ofzzz coursezz youzz canzz returnzz thez platezzz , youzz havezz onezz
monthzz tozz dozz sozz ".
ONE MONTH to decide if I want or do
not want the plates? My God, they should say 7 days and the customers
have come and return them and you know how customers in megacstores are
like, they will first come with the pure thoughts " RETURN PLATES. GET
REFUND . FASTER GET OUT AND GO HAVE LUNCH AT MACDONALD AND CATCH THE 4PM
BUS AND IN TIME TO PLAY AND READ STORY BOOK TO THEIR 3 YEAR OLD
DAUGHTER" . But once in the store, all the smell of BRAND NEW THINGS
will engulfed them and their purses itching to get out and backsides of
their credits wants to be whipped and swiped. I bet 60% of the customers
will somehow buy something along when they are doing the refunds. But
given these people one month grace? Chances are 20% of them will come in
one week, 30% will hover between 2nd and 3rd week and 50% will just
forget about it and keep the plates. Always give the customer a reason,
ANY reasons to come to your store as soon as they can.
3) Sale or Solde
I swear I love it when France has it seasonal sales where prices are
slashed at an honest 70% off ( not those half-f**k sales like 25% or buy
2 get 1 free crap). But I cannot understand the stores love for English
worded signs like " DON"T MISS IT!" "GREAT PRICES" "DON'T BUY? LATER
DON'T CRY" " BUY ON THE FLY " etc etc . Yes of course quite a little
little bit of the youth here knows English and can read some but many
many many others don't .
Most of the people here are over 40
years old and these are the ones with money who can afford to buy more
on sale. But unless it is again God who just want to highlight the sales
to me in mega fonts English, I cannot understand why are these signs
not in French? If 2 in 5 French who walks in and really cannot
understand the signs, it is worst than 2 in 5 tourists who cannot
understand the French sign Soldes ( tourists who don't understand will
still buy cause they are in a holiday mood and more likely to anyhow
spend) .
I know the French aren't stupid and can ultimately worked it out for themselves but
when I myself at in a store with just French signs, I struggled to
decipher the cryptic meaning behind the some French word plays. "Achetez
deux pieces and troiseme piece est gratuit avec des coupons . Demandez
les coupons sur l'internet www.wedon'treallywanttosellthesetoyou.com . (
Buy 2, get the 3rd free with coupons via internet) .
So I
gather perhaps some folks here ( lovely ones too by the way) will find
signs in English a tad confusing. NEVER CONFUSE THE CUSTOMERS MORE THAN 1
TIME OR THEY REALLY HATE YOU.
I am starting to like this
Socialist country I must say . It is refreshing in the sense, money is
simply not a great motivator for a change. As a Capitalist whose hobby
is to look at a boulangerie and start calculating the profit margin of a
baguette , it changes the whole game for me entirely. I am not sure
what to make of all these yet and most probably these thoughts will be
just that, thoughts but to perhaps not value money so much , can be a
relief.
I am not a financial whiz of course, I have no idea
what I said is even half corrected but there is this hair in my mouth
that I just want to spit it out and paste it here.
Written on 26th November 2012.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Elmo Use The Potty
A proud and touching moment for Arwen to meet the puppet that taught her so much about pee pee, dokie and pew pew.
My Modern Kitchen
Written on 19th November 2012.
Class Of 2012
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| *Clear throat and gush * Awwwww...... look at her, look at that serious face, the way she holds her pen, ohh ohhhh she is going to be a lawyer / a doctor / an investment banker / the President of France / an astronaut / editor of a Fashion magazine / own a chain of StruckBucks / the invented of the balloon that will self-inflat / have a Lego series named after her / the next Steve Jobs . |
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| Arwen's class photo ! *Tear* Haben go skool for 3 months already got class photo! |
Written on 19th November 2012.
Christmas Wishes
God.. I have been good this year ( I think), I
grumbled only 37 times so far, I did not steal nor cheat ( taking that
extra pack of MacDonald chilli sauce home does not count!) , I was
reasonably patient ( I use the word "reasonably loosely here), I seek
joy, love and peace ( I seek but if cannot find it, it is not in my
control you know).
I saved, I even ate three days old cake, I compared prices vs quality ratio before buying , I give to the needy, I was courageous and I did not lost faith ( moving to Belfort is the evident and this statement good for the next few years too).
Soo...this Christmas, please can You give Belfort ( I wasn't even asking for me, I was asking for the good of this sweet town).
A MacDonald????
If you are feeling particularly generous ( You know.. those "days"? ), maybe throw in a Starbucks too? It does not consume much space to open one here or You also can let me strike Lottery so I can franchise one, just give it a serious thought will you?
Thanks!
Written on 19th November 2012.
I saved, I even ate three days old cake, I compared prices vs quality ratio before buying , I give to the needy, I was courageous and I did not lost faith ( moving to Belfort is the evident and this statement good for the next few years too).
Soo...this Christmas, please can You give Belfort ( I wasn't even asking for me, I was asking for the good of this sweet town).
A MacDonald????
If you are feeling particularly generous ( You know.. those "days"? ), maybe throw in a Starbucks too? It does not consume much space to open one here or You also can let me strike Lottery so I can franchise one, just give it a serious thought will you?
Thanks!
Written on 19th November 2012.
Thankfulness
Tonight as I look at what I have, a wonderful
husband, a lovely awesome daughter, a loving family and friends all
around the world, enough food to eat, more than enough clothes to wear,
books to read at leisure, warm water and heater.. I was sad and happy.
A deep sadness that so many people does not have what I have been blessed with, sad it is a continuing struggle for so many people.. Yes I am happy with what I have but often I cannot believe how blessed I had been. I used to think it is because I worked hard for it, I preserve towards it and I had all these things not by chance but by my own pure hard work and of course I should reap the rewards but many people do that too. They worked so hard, they believed , they have faith... yet...
I suddenly realized it is more than that. It is the grace of God. I am living by and breathing every second His grace.. I cannot possibly be more grateful and more thankful and I prayed that I always always remember to cherish the people around me .
Written on 29th November 2012.
A deep sadness that so many people does not have what I have been blessed with, sad it is a continuing struggle for so many people.. Yes I am happy with what I have but often I cannot believe how blessed I had been. I used to think it is because I worked hard for it, I preserve towards it and I had all these things not by chance but by my own pure hard work and of course I should reap the rewards but many people do that too. They worked so hard, they believed , they have faith... yet...
I suddenly realized it is more than that. It is the grace of God. I am living by and breathing every second His grace.. I cannot possibly be more grateful and more thankful and I prayed that I always always remember to cherish the people around me .
Written on 29th November 2012.
56th Day.
Days since I landed in France : 56
Days when I cried : None
Days when I complaint : 15
Days when I scream in frustration : 20
Days when I laugh at French : 10
Days when I want to kill a French : None
Days when I smile at the French : 56
Days when I frown at the French : 40
Days when I fight with the French : None
Days when I feel superior to the French : 50
Days when I smirked at the French : 30
Days when I grin because I am right and my way is better than the French : 28
Number of times to supermarket : 31
Number of times I curse and swear because I cannot find what I want at the
supermarket due to language barrier : 8
Number of times I am amazed at what the supermarket have : 23
Number of times I went to the farmer's market : 3
Number of times I curse and swear because I cannot find what I want at the
farmers market due to language barrier : 1
Number of times I am amazed at what the supermarket have : 3
Number of meals cooked : 90
Number of compliments on my cooking : 70 ( rest of the time is spitted out by Arwen)
Number of times people help me with my strollers and give way : 130
Number of times I nearly got knock down by inconsiderate drivers : None
Number of times I nearly knock a car with my inconsiderate strollers pushing skills : 5
Number of times I dress better than the people here : 30
Number of times I caught shocked looks on strangers with my loud English speaking voice : 32
Number of times I had wondered how I would I survive here : 185
Number of toilet rolls used so far : 48
Current % of brain being use per day : 22%.
Current % of physical energy being use pe day : 89%
Current % of spiritual guidance energy use per day : 65%
Summary : Not calling it quits yet.
Written 21st October 2012 .
Days when I cried : None
Days when I complaint : 15
Days when I scream in frustration : 20
Days when I laugh at French : 10
Days when I want to kill a French : None
Days when I smile at the French : 56
Days when I frown at the French : 40
Days when I fight with the French : None
Days when I feel superior to the French : 50
Days when I smirked at the French : 30
Days when I grin because I am right and my way is better than the French : 28
Number of times to supermarket : 31
Number of times I curse and swear because I cannot find what I want at the
supermarket due to language barrier : 8
Number of times I am amazed at what the supermarket have : 23
Number of times I went to the farmer's market : 3
Number of times I curse and swear because I cannot find what I want at the
farmers market due to language barrier : 1
Number of times I am amazed at what the supermarket have : 3
Number of meals cooked : 90
Number of compliments on my cooking : 70 ( rest of the time is spitted out by Arwen)
Number of times people help me with my strollers and give way : 130
Number of times I nearly got knock down by inconsiderate drivers : None
Number of times I nearly knock a car with my inconsiderate strollers pushing skills : 5
Number of times I dress better than the people here : 30
Number of times I caught shocked looks on strangers with my loud English speaking voice : 32
Number of times I had wondered how I would I survive here : 185
Number of toilet rolls used so far : 48
Current % of brain being use per day : 22%.
Current % of physical energy being use pe day : 89%
Current % of spiritual guidance energy use per day : 65%
Summary : Not calling it quits yet.
Written 21st October 2012 .
Social Arwen
Might
be too early to say but I think school has made Arwen a little more
social already! Today at the playground, she actually climb and rode on
this swinging horse all on her own! She is usually very scare of it .
And she actually smile and play with other kids. Most funnily, she
stride without even looking for once at the secured playground for the
childcare babies. Ususually she will looked longingly
and want to go in side there. I always have to explain it is for babies
and she is not one. Today, her look is like "I have my own skool liao!
No need to want to join you babies ! ". She was excited about school
today too and went in without a fuss but in the mist did cry a little.
Ah Arwen.... it is just so fun to watch you grow!
Written on 3rd October 2012.
Loss Weekend
In the suburbs where my in laws are, they can
only mow the lawns ( actual lawns, not THAT lawns) on Saturday so I see
poor suckers across the street with money, instead of spending it , have
to mow the lawns , by the time he is finished, stores close liao.
Another weekend where he do not get to support his economy. Multiple
this by 100's of household x average of 40 weeks.
Then there is this DIY thing. Everything have to do by yourself, so weekends are spent buying wood and cutting them into stripes to lay the floor, building a new wing for the house, painting the garage etc because it is nearly impossible to ask people to do so because it cost too much! But because of this, how many household are stuck at home on weekends reading manuals, cutting woods, sewing curtains for the house and in the end, no one really go out to spend money. The fear of cost to hire help, no one is asking the professionals to do all these works and the professionals have increase their fees to lack of demand. If the professionals fees are more reasonable, perhaps the situation will be reverse but now they are too comfortable with the fees structure to change.
But somehow I do think in the end it is towards a good purpose. I see families really having the time to spend together, cycling, kicking a ball, playing basketball etc and this is something Asian countries lack. In Asia , we MAKE time for the kids but here THERE is time for the kids. :)
I enjoy the fact I do not feel any pressure from the society here to go find a job, to put my kid in childcare so I can earn more money. Because even if I have more money also no use, the stores are closed.
Written on 20th September 2012.
Then there is this DIY thing. Everything have to do by yourself, so weekends are spent buying wood and cutting them into stripes to lay the floor, building a new wing for the house, painting the garage etc because it is nearly impossible to ask people to do so because it cost too much! But because of this, how many household are stuck at home on weekends reading manuals, cutting woods, sewing curtains for the house and in the end, no one really go out to spend money. The fear of cost to hire help, no one is asking the professionals to do all these works and the professionals have increase their fees to lack of demand. If the professionals fees are more reasonable, perhaps the situation will be reverse but now they are too comfortable with the fees structure to change.
But somehow I do think in the end it is towards a good purpose. I see families really having the time to spend together, cycling, kicking a ball, playing basketball etc and this is something Asian countries lack. In Asia , we MAKE time for the kids but here THERE is time for the kids. :)
I enjoy the fact I do not feel any pressure from the society here to go find a job, to put my kid in childcare so I can earn more money. Because even if I have more money also no use, the stores are closed.
Written on 20th September 2012.
France Not So Nice Liao
Ok quite abit of people ask me if I will
start a blog, not sure yet because I am very bitchy and irrelevant
sometimes so random readers will think I am mad and then leave comments
which I have to thank for or defend myself, yes I can leave the comment
private but my backside itchy one, I sure will wonder what people think
of my blog yada yada and then sure will activate comment one . I know I
can moderate my blog but I am not PAP or
Communist or Big Brother , if I want to control the comments and have
only nice things, then it is like talking to my own shadow and when I
nod , my shadow nods too. Not that I have anything against people who
allow moderisation ( I don't think got this word but HEY! Now it exist,
you learn new words!) I understand where they stand ( see haben got blog
now need to defend liao) but for me, it will not work cos my view of
this world is very warp so better save it for people who knows me AKA
you guys here. I know yew aw luv meee belly muuch .
Ok rant time. I hate Paris now. I went there today to hunt down a bag and seriously Paris now belongs to everyone ! You can sit your child down outside Galeries Lafayette with a baguette and play " What is his /her nationality and I bet you can name 100 nationalities in 2 hours coming in and out of the shopping center". Where are the Frenchies? I took 12 hours flight, eat crap on the Air France plane to see Frenchies but what I see is United Nation. Of course I am not against tourists going there to support the French economy but if I going to spend shitload of money, I should get a Frenchie isn't it? No.... I got.. CHINESE! Yes yes yes, the usual lament of how Chinese are everywhere and how they got money etc etc but seriously how would the Chinese tourist feel he/she came all the way here to see Mandarin speaking Moroccans serving him/ her at LV? How would they feel when they in China go through the trouble to change RMB to Euros and make all sorts of attempt to hide the Euros in their bras, socks, ears, Lock and lock plastic teacups, their kids diapers and realize now Unipay ATM card can be use? The whole experience of being treated like crap by snotty French is denied to them and even the dog poos are hard to spot. The whole idea of travelling is to obtain some kind of foreign experience and not meet your own kind of people and system again. I swear, I feel so bad for the buckload of Chinese tourists.
And language. This is true ah, today I went Gucci, I got serve by a Chinese talking to me in English. I reply in Chinese Then I go LV, I got serve by a Chinese who speaks to me in French and don't understand Chinese ( she is a 3rd generation Chinese migrant in France) , so I speak to her in French and then I go to BV , I speak French to a French sale assistant and she reply in Mandarin. I went for a cup of coffee at a cafe and the Chinese waiter only speaks me to in English even when I speak in Chinese. WTF!!!
Written on 29th August 2012.
Ok rant time. I hate Paris now. I went there today to hunt down a bag and seriously Paris now belongs to everyone ! You can sit your child down outside Galeries Lafayette with a baguette and play " What is his /her nationality and I bet you can name 100 nationalities in 2 hours coming in and out of the shopping center". Where are the Frenchies? I took 12 hours flight, eat crap on the Air France plane to see Frenchies but what I see is United Nation. Of course I am not against tourists going there to support the French economy but if I going to spend shitload of money, I should get a Frenchie isn't it? No.... I got.. CHINESE! Yes yes yes, the usual lament of how Chinese are everywhere and how they got money etc etc but seriously how would the Chinese tourist feel he/she came all the way here to see Mandarin speaking Moroccans serving him/ her at LV? How would they feel when they in China go through the trouble to change RMB to Euros and make all sorts of attempt to hide the Euros in their bras, socks, ears, Lock and lock plastic teacups, their kids diapers and realize now Unipay ATM card can be use? The whole experience of being treated like crap by snotty French is denied to them and even the dog poos are hard to spot. The whole idea of travelling is to obtain some kind of foreign experience and not meet your own kind of people and system again. I swear, I feel so bad for the buckload of Chinese tourists.
And language. This is true ah, today I went Gucci, I got serve by a Chinese talking to me in English. I reply in Chinese Then I go LV, I got serve by a Chinese who speaks to me in French and don't understand Chinese ( she is a 3rd generation Chinese migrant in France) , so I speak to her in French and then I go to BV , I speak French to a French sale assistant and she reply in Mandarin. I went for a cup of coffee at a cafe and the Chinese waiter only speaks me to in English even when I speak in Chinese. WTF!!!
Written on 29th August 2012.
What I Feel About Schools
Thanks all for your support and advices! Without the internet and friends as a portal, I would really be super lost ,anxious and
lonely.. I don't know why when it comes to Arwen, I am always so anxious
, sometimes I am so sick of this. I wish to relax but it is hard to
relax when all these experiences are new and most probably once in a
lifetime episode and since it is once in the life time episode , I feel
the pressure to do it well and not mess up.
Maybe to me, education is not a fun thing, it is an obligation to go to school. I remember my kindergarten days all the way to Polytechnic. It was not fun as tout by all now. 99% I have no say ( 1% if when I ask to go to the loo and even sometimes that is not allowed). Mother dressed me up and ask me to go kindy, teachers asked me to answer questions , do the tests, the exams, principals take rulers to measure my fringe, my nails and socks. From age 4 to 16, 12 years straight I was to do as I was told. Then there are the social pressures, from bullys, to boyfriends , to friends and to friends who can decide not to friend you if other friend give her a White Rabbit sweet. Overall, I hated school, it was boring, one sided and totally monarchic. I remembered by immensely relieved when I graduated and started work. I am not one of those who thinks it is better to be in school than work. Real life is much more fun.
So now I have a child who just started school and I am so proud of her but yet worried, worried if she will face the same kind of stuff I went through in school . Of course I will be there for her, of course, I will always give you a sympathetic ear, of course I am always on her side. But I know it is small comfort. She needs to learn how to deal. I know she will be alright but sad I cannot shield her from other humans who may or may not hurt her intentionally or unintentionally.
I know schools too , is different now. When the teacher today shows me the photos of Arwen playing and interacting with other kids on her digital camera, I was grateful beyond words. That they take in account the questions I must be asking as a parent. I am sure the teachers today take more interest in individual students rather than a whole. I like France education system as there is no uniforms for the students and not a whole lot of privatized schools to choose from. In fact here, there are only 1 private school but the distance is too far away to travel for me. It is hard as coming from Singapore which emphasize so much on not just education but superb education, I am constantly worried if Arwen will match up to a Singaporean kid. As it is , there are so many school vacations , I wonder if Arwen can really learn enough!
But observing the laissez-faire attitude among the parents here, to the French, their government school system is.. enough. No questions. So perhaps it is I who will need to let go of my perceptions of school and let the French take over in this area. But of course I will be taking notes and chew my mind out later.
Written on 2nd October .
Maybe to me, education is not a fun thing, it is an obligation to go to school. I remember my kindergarten days all the way to Polytechnic. It was not fun as tout by all now. 99% I have no say ( 1% if when I ask to go to the loo and even sometimes that is not allowed). Mother dressed me up and ask me to go kindy, teachers asked me to answer questions , do the tests, the exams, principals take rulers to measure my fringe, my nails and socks. From age 4 to 16, 12 years straight I was to do as I was told. Then there are the social pressures, from bullys, to boyfriends , to friends and to friends who can decide not to friend you if other friend give her a White Rabbit sweet. Overall, I hated school, it was boring, one sided and totally monarchic. I remembered by immensely relieved when I graduated and started work. I am not one of those who thinks it is better to be in school than work. Real life is much more fun.
So now I have a child who just started school and I am so proud of her but yet worried, worried if she will face the same kind of stuff I went through in school . Of course I will be there for her, of course, I will always give you a sympathetic ear, of course I am always on her side. But I know it is small comfort. She needs to learn how to deal. I know she will be alright but sad I cannot shield her from other humans who may or may not hurt her intentionally or unintentionally.
I know schools too , is different now. When the teacher today shows me the photos of Arwen playing and interacting with other kids on her digital camera, I was grateful beyond words. That they take in account the questions I must be asking as a parent. I am sure the teachers today take more interest in individual students rather than a whole. I like France education system as there is no uniforms for the students and not a whole lot of privatized schools to choose from. In fact here, there are only 1 private school but the distance is too far away to travel for me. It is hard as coming from Singapore which emphasize so much on not just education but superb education, I am constantly worried if Arwen will match up to a Singaporean kid. As it is , there are so many school vacations , I wonder if Arwen can really learn enough!
But observing the laissez-faire attitude among the parents here, to the French, their government school system is.. enough. No questions. So perhaps it is I who will need to let go of my perceptions of school and let the French take over in this area. But of course I will be taking notes and chew my mind out later.
Written on 2nd October .
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Stairways to hell
One
more photo to show you guys how I typically dressed at home. The stairs
nice right? So quaint and like as if I am now staying in a "jia-hong
chu" and like I got some money right? NO LOR. Here, every Tom, Dick and
Harry can buy one lah! You got SGD 250,000 can liao. Unless you really
really really no money, then you stay in apartments ( unofficially according to my in-laws).
They have been kind of pushing for us to get a house with a garden. A first I was okay with it but after 3 weeks, the stairs is like my enemy and a test on my memory. A typically day is like that :
Me : " Arwen, come down!!! NOW!!"
Arwen : " Bao bao!" ( carry me!)
Me : " You weight as much as 3 sacks of 5kg Jasmine rice and 1 kg of light soy sauce with a free gift of 500 gram MSG throw in ok! You come down on your own!"
Arwen : "BAO BAO!!!"
Repeat this 3 to 5 times a day..
Going out lagi worst .
Me : " Where is the keys, merde, it is upstairs.. Arwen WAIT OK WAIT HERE!"
Arwen: " Up?" ( proceed to scramble up..)
Me : " NO!!! I just take the keys niah, you wait here" *carry her down..and take the keys.
Arwen heck care and proceed to go up and I repeat the earlier scenerio.
3 seconds later .. where is the cookie box?
Me : "Arwen WAIT HERE OK!!! I go grab your yum yum!"
Arwen: " Up?"
Me : " NOOOOOOOOOO wait here for awhile only, awhile only!!! Wait!"
Arwen heck care and proceed to go up and I repeat the earlier scenerio.
2 seconds later ... where is her other shoe?
Me( want to cry liao) : " F**K! Nevermind, since it is your daddy who put us in this situation, we go buy you new pair with his money."
Left with Arwen not wearing any shoes .
This double stories living is the most inefficient way to live! I calculated the time and stress and I rather be an apartment rat.
They have been kind of pushing for us to get a house with a garden. A first I was okay with it but after 3 weeks, the stairs is like my enemy and a test on my memory. A typically day is like that :
Me : " Arwen, come down!!! NOW!!"
Arwen : " Bao bao!" ( carry me!)
Me : " You weight as much as 3 sacks of 5kg Jasmine rice and 1 kg of light soy sauce with a free gift of 500 gram MSG throw in ok! You come down on your own!"
Arwen : "BAO BAO!!!"
Repeat this 3 to 5 times a day..
Going out lagi worst .
Me : " Where is the keys, merde, it is upstairs.. Arwen WAIT OK WAIT HERE!"
Arwen: " Up?" ( proceed to scramble up..)
Me : " NO!!! I just take the keys niah, you wait here" *carry her down..and take the keys.
Arwen heck care and proceed to go up and I repeat the earlier scenerio.
3 seconds later .. where is the cookie box?
Me : "Arwen WAIT HERE OK!!! I go grab your yum yum!"
Arwen: " Up?"
Me : " NOOOOOOOOOO wait here for awhile only, awhile only!!! Wait!"
Arwen heck care and proceed to go up and I repeat the earlier scenerio.
2 seconds later ... where is her other shoe?
Me( want to cry liao) : " F**K! Nevermind, since it is your daddy who put us in this situation, we go buy you new pair with his money."
Left with Arwen not wearing any shoes .
This double stories living is the most inefficient way to live! I calculated the time and stress and I rather be an apartment rat.
Written on 17th September 2012.
Belfort Here We Come !
Today
is an important day. We are driving to Belfort from Paris. It will take
5 hours by car, whole car is fully loaded and how can we miss the
baguette for luck! Today we will go live in our new town!Written on 16th September 2012.
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