Thursday, March 8, 2012

Yes, finally I'm 30.

Yes, finally I'm 30.

I'm not given to birthday celebrations. In fact, my 21st birthday had no chalet, no nothing, just mos burger dinner with jc friends. Turning 30 is no different.

They say 30 is a big deal. If you watch "Friends", there was an episode where Rachel turned 30. She was miserable. When Joey turned 30, he cried out to God, "Why God! We had a deal, let the others grow old, not me!"

I guess to some, 30 was sort of a state of decline, you'll have more wrinkles, you're considered middle aged, sort of, and you'll be frowned upon should you fail to achieve certain achievements in life based on the world's expectation of you. "Wah, 30 and still not married?" "Wah, 30 and still no stable job?" etc.

To me, 30 is just a number.
It simply means I have to go make new IC. It means I have to get used to writing 3 as the first number when I'm filling in my age. It means 10 more years and i'm 40.

Many people peak way beyond their 30s. Kentucky founded his finger licking good chickens in his 60s if i'm not wrong.
A pastor in my church got married in her early 40's I think. It's our attitude towards our life.

Don't let your age determine your attitude. Let your attitude determine your age!


Tuesday, March 6, 2012


It's been some time since my last post. Honestly, I have hardly time to sleep, let alone blog. :)

Joash is growing big and heavy. At 2.5 months he's 7.9kg, 97th percentile for his age. I think must be all the formula he's drinking.

Life is now adjusting for me. Major events clashed together last year. With Joash just out from the womb, I was already out and running busy settling the renovation of our new home. Yes. It's at punggol. Yes. it's far. Yes. it's ulu. But it's home.

In the past, Joyce and myself could go out on dates, watch movie, eat a nice dinner, go meet our friends etc. Right now, we have to consider Joash. Where should we put him? What time should we pick him up? What time was his last feed? If we decide to bring him out then, have we brought his milk powder? Have we brought extra diapers? Have we brought change of clothes?

I guess it's all part of being a parent. In fact I have a new simile. As busy as a parent. As tired as a parent. Or as poor as a parent. Ha.

But after all the sleepless nights, and night feeds, I have to say it's all worth it. You'll never feel so fulfilled having a child of your own to complete your family. Because the correct simile for me to use is really as happy as a parent.