So I wrote this whole entry on my iPhone only to have it gone because I tried posting in the lift. Arg! Lesson learnt though. I hope I remember what I posted.

So I am on my way to the local scrapbook store in the train when my random wanderings began.

For those who don’t know me well, my train of random thoughts can lead from my mother to basketball to cheese to the moon all within minutes. Rey can confirm that when he witnessed it.

So I saw this girl wearing plaid and I thought to myself, I’m wearing a striped polo tee. But I didn’t like how big my arms looked in this rather feminine top (it was a ladies’ cut) which made think of all the gym trainings I did for a couple of years when I was still in the canoe polo team. Which led me to think about going to the neighbourhood gym, paying $2.50 per entry compared to California Fitness where I’ll have to fork out a hefty $600 odd per month and I’ll have to take a train to the nearest outlet. And then I thought about how self-conscious I would be because I always felt like people will look at me oddly if I were in a gym. Which led to the gym-attire–team jersey and FBTs. Which reminded me that I ought to get a new pair of FBT shorts as the current one is rather loose due to it being worn for every training since mid 2006!

What broke me out of the long three minute random thinking was this couple in front of me.

They looked like they’re in their mid-twenties and the conversation was about the girl telling her boyfriend what to say to ask for a job vacancy.

I wasn’t eavesdropping since I noticed her becase she was talking so loudly on the phone earlier. And furthermore, they were only less than half a metre away from me (the train was quite crowded).

I was quite amused because the guy looked hesitant and unsure as to what to say or how to ask for a job.

Which made me think about Guan. He hates looking for jobs and I, like the girl, had to teach my other half how to ask for a job as well as what to ask during the interview.

I don’t mean to sound conceited but I don’t really recall anyone teaching me how to ask for a job or what to say during an interview. Aside from those weird etiquette classes back in secondary school, I guess I learn how to on my own and, perhaps, through experience.

Oh, well. And these are my random wanderings

… “Roll over! Roll over!”

That was a song Nicole and I remember back in our childhood days from and old nursery video but we could not remember the lyrics now. The song follows with: “They all rolled over and one fell out…”

Annnd, I’m rambling :?

Zayden
Finger lickin’ good!

Anyway, Zayden Asher rolled over on his own on Saturday. I was home alone since Guan was working and TIL were out. It was after I changed Zayden and left him in his cot to have his own playtime and I realized that he was unusually silent for a period of time (he tends to cry for attention within ten minutes or less). I had placed him face up but when I checked on his silence, he was face down! And I thought to myself, “Dang! I missed it!”

Well, he rolled over for me a little while later

These were taken a couple of days ago after his bath:

Zayden
I LOVE THIS SHOT :idea:

Zayden
Eh, he’s actually posing

Zayden

Zayden
He leans to the left…

Zayden
… and flips over!

Zayden

As happy and thrilled I am with his little baby progressions, this whole flip/roll/turn-over thing has its cons: Zayden can’t stop turning over.

Whenever I place him in his cot, he immediately wants to turn over. It gets really hard to change his diapers now because he keeps wanting to turn over. There was once I told him to stay still and went out of the room for less than half a minute and when I returned, he was belly down :roll:

He managed to turn back face up once. But he usually has trouble doing so. That’s when he cries for help

… Missing Drool Cloth.

So my family (Dad, Mom, brother, sisters, Guan and Zayden Asher) and I were having lunch and it was so hot we decided to cool off at the local supermarket.

My dad told us to cool down for another five minutes before heading to the carpark while he went ahead to prepare the vehicle. While he was gone, my sisters were playing with Zayden when I saw that he was drooling a lot down his chin.

So I asked who was holding the drool cloth. My mom said my dad was, but she didn’t sound so sure. So I traced back: When Guan was feeding him earlier, I was holding the cloth, but I passed it to him (Guan, not Zayden) when I went to accompany my sisters to get some bubble tea.

Guan said he passed it to my brother when Zayden needed a diaper change. But Zayden dirtied my brother and he needed to wash up so my brother said he passed the cloth to my sister. My sister said she passed it to my dad.

Mom then went, “See? It’s with Daddy.”

So when we got onto the lorry, I asked my dad where the drool cloth was.

“Cloth?” he pointed to my mom.

“Me?” she asked, surprised.

I told my dad about tracing the cloth from me to him and he said he was the one changing Zayden’s diaper so he passed it to the closest person–my mom–and he said she put it into her bag.

“Oh, yeah…” she finally remembered.

Eh, WTG mom :mrgreen:

Anyway, we are currently on the way to the Science Centre for the Bodyworks exhibition (did I get that right?) Body Worlds exhibition and now my dad is heading the wrong way. WTG dad (if I had a rolling eyes smiley it would go here).

… drum properly.

Anyway, a big “hello!” to you if you’ve popped over from Jo‘s blog. I’m sure the craftiness she has shared with you with her passion that is music-related has been truly awesome

I have never been really musically-inclined even though I could play the keyboard/piano, drums and guitar (mediocre, of course). But I have always wished I could drum a little better, I mean, I shall admit I have two left feet at times, thus, messing up the bass drum with my snare. That is why I really admire Joel (an ex-classmate who gave me a couple of drumming lessons) who could learn double paddling within a day (or was it two hours?)

drumming layout
(Click here to enlarge and for more info.)

Guan can drum better than me So it shall be my dream that Zayden Asher will be a drummer in future Me? Well, I shall wait a little longer until I have the time (and, perhaps, the funds?) to learn drumming again

I hope you enjoyed what I have to share Now go on and head over to Deana‘s blog to read what she has to share

On a side note, if you’re lost, feel free to head to Helen‘s blog to start the blog train as she’s the kind hostess who organized this

Well, New Year’s eve and day itself was quite uneventful. We collected Guan’s Nikon D70 (I sent it for lens cleaning as a gift for him) and had some fun taking photoshoots

Zayden and I

Zayden
A rather blurred shot but he looks sooo cute

Zayden

Guan and I went up to the top floor of the block to catch the fireworks. But even though he brought his tripod along, the photographs turned our rather disappointing :?

The view
The lovely view

So we decided to do some silly shots

Guan and I

Guan and I

Guan and I

Guan and I

Guan and I

Guan and I

I admit, I don’t look my best here :? (I mean, messy hair and home clothes, need I say more?) but we had fun taking them

Guan
One of Guan’s best pose

Now that we have a DSLR to play with, it’s time to take shots of my acrylic calendar! (Well, will do so another day, perhaps.)

Zayden
Zayden is the first (and only) baby I know who sucks his index finger instead of his thumb.

… that I could make my first post of 2010 on the first day, my website’s server had to experience “unrecoverable file system errors and must undergo an emergency restore” (according to my web host). So right now I see a lot of errors on my WordPress dashboard :?

Anyway, I changed my camera picture (see sidebar)

Will post a proper new year post once my account is restored! (Which would probably take all night.)