Family A vs Family B

This may be my most personal entry ever tho it has a high chance of being deleted in no time cos I can predict myself feeling uncomfortable eventually about exposing too much inner thoughts.

Here goes:

It started with me spending half of last saturday laying bass tracks for Serenaide's 2010 project (which I can't go into details yet cos it might take years to complete, if ever) and during the drive home, I felt immense guilt for not having used the time to spend with the monsterlings. At that, I recalled a scenario sixteen years back, something I had told myself - that I wanted to grow old and live my life everything BUT 'normal'. And by 'normal' I mean something like: get married at 25, buy a flat soon after, have two kids by 30, a husband who works regular hours so on weekends we can take the kids to the zoo or just do stuff like kite-flying.

Now at 34, I realised I got pretty much what I asked for. Except.. its not what I want anymore. What I want would be that I had gotten married at 25, bought a flat soon after, have kids by 30, a husband who works regular hours so on weekends we could take the kids to the zoo or just do stuff like kite-flying. And all that came about from realising monsterlings grow up way too fast. Before you know it, they wouldn't be appreciating family time, zoo trips and kite-flying anymore. And I'd be regretting the days I had to negotiate that for other commitment.

And it doesn't help that I have a tough boss at recording (whether or not I'm married to him does NOT make it any easier) who expects every bass stroke to be consistently levelled and perfectly hitting on the exact beat. In other words, he expects a robot and its harder when I've been way out of practice.

Now. If it's so hard, I can always choose to drop it. There's always that option for less stress.

But nooo.. I chose to carry on, over-react, complain, fuss about. I guess there's just something unsettling if I don't proceed with it. It's like you can't close a book when you're not done with a chapter. That's the kind of commitment you get yourself into when you start messing with this whole band thingy. I think it was never within any of us to take it like something we can play with for a while then just drop it at any time without an accompanying heavy heart. Its really another kind of responsibility you have with another family (for me and the band at least).

So anyway. This entry actually comes with an appeal.

In years to come, by any chance any one of you finds out that my kids, in any way express hate (of any form) towards me, you HAVE TO, a must, compulsory action, put in the best of the best words for me! Jump in immediately at any mention of "Home for the Aged", ok?

Universal Studios Singapore

When I heard my dept was going to visit Universal, I told myself I was not going to get on any of the adrenaline rides. I'm wimpy like that.
So here's me looking all touristy.






Twitter is my BFF.


The famous Battlestar Galactica.


I was busy taking photos when my feet subconsciously followed my co-workers into the Battlestar entrance. I wasn't pay attention when they were discussing about the track and all so I was oblivious of what I was getting myself into as I was being belted up.

Let's zoom into the picture:


Once is enough.

Dressing Kids Up - Tip #9

Dressing Kids Up Tip #9 - The right amount.

Don't overdress that poor little kid. They are adorable the way they are. Just a touch of accessory will compliment them. Things like boots are loud enough to keep everything else simple so don't go pair them up with shiny poofy things on their hair. Or bright-colored oversized hats to go with funky candy-colored sunnies. Keep it practical, like Mish at the Zoo:


Photo courtesy of Sarina