My Ratatouille

Hey, we're on camera again!

Breathe in, Emille, I can't get your tummy in shot.

I'm trying but....but...*burrrp* I just ate the whole cheesecake.

What?! What's left for dinner?
I don't know, Remy *smiles sheepishly*
Emille, we need to talk....

Happy Children's Day

In celebration of children's day, this is for all my young-at-heart friends...

Happy Children's Day To You

Face up

I can face people finally! I've just signed up for a Facebook account after weeks of procrastination. Those of you who have sent me an invitation can finally see the face that you missed facing face to face :P I'm still very much a newbie in this, surfed quite a bit today but didn't do much except getting my face up. There seems to be quite a lot of fun stuff to kill time if you're bored. No wonder so many people are getting hooked. With the proliferation of Facebook, it would seem rather 'no face' if you don't have your face in it. So, face it, for Facebook looks set to stay, whether you like it or not.

(Ok, I admit I'm bored... did anyone actually bother to count how many 'face' there are above?)

Thots on a lazy Sunday

I did something today which I have not done for a long time and it wasn't even planned. Feeling bored while flipping the newspaper, I ended up reading even the kids section in Life! I saw my childhood favourite 'Spot the difference' and started circling all the differences in the two identical pictures. It was easy by adult's standard and I finished it in no time. I found myself scribbling on the word puzzles too :P I can't believe I'm doing this. Memories of my childhood flashed across my mind and it brought a smile on my face.

How nice it is to be a kid again, to enjoy life at its simplicity with no worries of tomorrow and to have the courage of a lion when chartering into unknown territories. People twice my age probably would be thinking how nice it is to be at my age. There can be no end to such things. Let's remind ourselves (myself) to look back only to get our current bearing right so that we can move into the future with confidence and courage.

Ring Ring

Ha, my phone finally rang this afternoon. It was the call I've been waiting for - the prospect who wants to view my vacuum cleaner. "Hello, can I speak to Mr..." He thought the seller is a guy. Hmm.... how did he arrive at that? Because I used only my initials in the ad? Because only guys will put up ads for such stuff? I was also mistaken for a 'brother' when I advertised to sell men's jeans some time ago. It's interesting how we tend to stereotype people, and to know how others stereotype us. I bet I'll have more people thinking I'm a guy if I advertise for the tech gadgets.