Carlene’s Dailies Turn 4

I started blogging the year my niece was born, 2006.  She seems to have grown leaps and bounds whereas my development has been much much more subtle … but equally as acute.  I probably wouldn’t have notice as much had it not been for my blog which I cull through every now and then.  Sure, I have journals I scribble in … in fact, I’ve been ‘posting’ albeit more old school in notebooks since I was about 12 so if I truly wanted, I could really see how I’ve really grown :p

The online space though creates a whole new way of communicating … even if it’s just with myself.  It’s so much more accessible than my notebooks and journals, which by the way, are all still in storage.  I read old posts easily on the go with my iPhone or at my desk to remember where I’ve been, what I was thinking and contemplate on learning to be happy 😉

That’s what I’ve been realising about this blog.  As much as it is for my family and friends to keep up to date with what’s going on with me, it is largely a space to reflect on my current state of mind and hopefully as the years go by I’m happy with how I’ve grown … I hope I never stop 🙂

Thank you all for being part of this journey, hope you never get bored!!

Post Mid Autumn Festival

If I had to pick a favourite festival on the Chinese Lunar calendar, it would be the Mid Autumn Festival.  Something about carrying candlelit lanterns in the dark, on a night of a full moon, that is incredibly romantic and at the end of the day, I’m still a true romantic at heart 😉  It was exactly one week ago, today, that the moon was at it’s fullest and gave people an excuse to play in the dark 🙂

Celebrations started a couple of days before the actual day for me where my aunt cooked up a storm and we hung out in her garden.

A couple of days after the actual day, Mummy Daph and I decided to milk the occasion a little more.

At first we had plans to have a picnic at the Marina Barrage but my smart cousin-in-law aka Mummy of my munchkins reminded me it was F1 weekend :p  That led us to check out MacRitchie, much to the cringe of couples who thought they could enjoy a quiet stroll.  You could hear the 7 year-old, the 4 year-old and the 3 year-old together with their newfangled modern lanterns from miles away :p

Thanks to Mummy Daph, my munchkins played with sparkles for the first time.  Even I didn’t know they haven’t played with them before, which was really cool 🙂  There’s something about watching children experience something new for the first time.  The nervousness from anticipation coupled with the excitement from the joy of play.  Reminded me why it’s important to try something new every now and then.

So instead of heading home, we decided to go for ice cream and waffles 🙂  For the uninitiated, one usually eats mooncakes and drinks tea for the mid autumn festival but at the Boey/Tay and Tan household we decided to try something new.

Ice cream and waffles it was and everyone knows what sugar does to the little people :p  They were a tad excitable … to say the least O_o

And when I asked them if they wanted to go home, they said, “NO!”

So it was back into the darkness again, to check out the fairly new playground by Jonah’s place.  I don’t know about most of you but for me, I’m finding that the playgrounds of the 21st century are really fun places to hang out.  Fun enough to entertain even Mummy Daph, Uncle Danzel and me 🙂

The next plan we’re thinking of is BABY DISCO at Zouk, no less!!  Parenting in the 21st century sure is different from when my parents were doing it.  I’m so not complaining though 😉

Bad Traffic Karma

Yes, that’s what I’ve got and lately, I think I’ve got it worse.  I’m starting to wonder what I did in my last life to deserve constantly be stuck in traffic :p

At least now I have an iPhone where I can use my Actioncam app and take pictures of smooth traffic in the opposite direction.

I’m also learning to catch up on phone calls in the car as well as letting my imagination run wild where in my head, my car is an autobot that will transform and maneuver through the jam :p

Here’s a week of being jam free … I can dream, can’t I?

Learning to be Happy

It takes practice and I’m trying 🙂

We don’t always get what we want but I took a minute to enjoy a cloudy day, feel the wind in my hair and tried to be there for a friend as best as I can.

How does one know which battles are worth fighting for?

I haven’t quite figured it out so today like yesterday, I just try and do what I want someone else to do for me.


Learn To Be Happy

I had a lovely read waiting in my office inbox.

I’m a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don’t ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk or your life on a bus or in a car or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.

People don’t talk about the soul very much anymore. It’s so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter’s night, or when you’re sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you’ve received your test results and they’re not so good.

Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and them to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre, at my job if those other things were not true.

You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here’s what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you’d care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon or found a lump in your breast?

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger.

Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.

It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids’ eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.

I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby’s ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face.

Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived.

Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen

I am truly fortunate that I read this and I can relate.  There are many many in the world who would read this and go, “I don’t even know how to make rent this month, let alone think of much else.”

So here’s a big THANK YOU to God, my family and friends … all of whom allow me the luxury to relate to a Pulitzer Prize-winning author and dare to dream that I may win one some day too 🙂

When the World was Green

I do miss theatre quite a bit so when the opportunity came to help out a friend in her theatrical pursuits, I said, “Hell yah!!”

Before anyone gets any funny ideas, nope I’m not doing much, it isn’t acting, directing, design of any kind, not even managing … I’m helping out with tickets 🙂 in other words, I’m a door bitch and having fun being one 😉

So if you’re looking for something to do this week, come on by the Night and Day Bar Gallery. If you see me manning a table under a seemingly powerful airconditioner, you’re at the right place.

It’s a perfect hole in the wall type place for an intimate production. Making When the World was Green a perfect little play for me to miss theater san the problems that bigger productions have to contend with. Enough to even think about putting up my own play or dare I … finally shoot my short film.

I did say I’m pretty lucky lately and this simple stint is enough as inspiration to keep creating. Anyone else needs a creative outlet?

Who Needs an iPhone?

Even I can’t believe I would even think that thought but yes, some old school games can distract me as well as my iPhone 🙂  Thanks to my dear dear friend, Mummy Claire who puts together the best goody bags for the adults 😉

And so I have one of these by my bedside and another one on my table at work.  It’s for those times when I need to zone out and not think for a bit.  When the time comes, I go at it for about 10-15mins and one time, I even spent a whole hour before bed to try and get all the balls in the right place.  I have, however, never been able to complete it.  The other day though, in like less than 15minutes, viola!!

The simple joy that came from a simple toy 🙂  I get lucky ever so often and nowadays I’m realising that I really am fortunate, it’s hard to tell some times but my life has been a series of good 15minutes.

To getting lucky, keeping the faith and being grateful.  Here’s to another week filled with thoughts that make you smile 🙂

Wags Has a Cousin

What that just means, is that, we had a visit from my cousin who recently bought a new puppy.  A Corgi puppy too!!

Here’s presenting Bailey!! Isn’t she such a cutie 🙂  We’ve never had a Corgi in our family and I’m personally excited coz I reckon Corgis are so so cute.  How can they not be, with their large heads and short legs it’s such a lovable look :p  Like an SD anime character but alive and kicking!!

What would I give for this to be last Sunday and there’s a short weekend to look forward to :p