Category: <span>Life Issues</span>

Guest Post at Dominique’s Desk

Today, we are guests at Dominique’s Desk, and I had the opportunity to share my experience as a Primary 1 parent! Dominique is doing up a series on Preparing for Primary One, and you can read about the three biggest lessons that I learnt taught to Nicole. Drop by to read what I learnt here…



Give Thanks–Friends Friends Friends

It’s thanksgiving month! This week, I thank God for friends. Through the years, many many friends have blessed me, we shared times which we have no qualms repeating in each reunion. There were tears of joy, tears of anger, tears of relief, ooooh every possible type of tears have been shed with friends. This year…



Give Thanks–Papa & Mummy

It’s Thanksgiving month. Although we don’t celebrate it here in Singapore, I thought it would be a good time to give thanks as well. There are many many things to give thanks for, and I’ll post this once a week this month. And in Week One, I thank God for my parents. This is us—Papa,…



Whining about Throat Infection

Being sick is never fun. The last time I was sick, I could just sleep it out with yummy porridge. You can read about it here. Today I’m down with bad throat infection. I have difficulty speaking, swallowing and my head is permanently woozy. On top of that, I’m having a high fever, and my…



Children. Love. Reading.

I love reading. Since young, when the forms ask for my hobbies, reading would be word I’ll put in. During recess, I’m happy to go to a quiet corner to read. I’m definitely not one of those playing catching in the field, or worse, playing basketball on the courts. Give me a book any day,…



A Day in the Life–My Mummy’s Day

This is a guest post by Nicole Tay, 7 year old. Research for the post was from personal experience and from one day that she spent in the office with me. Some parts of the post has been edited for privacy issues and grammar mistakes. The essence and integrity of the post have not been…



Meanie Mummy

I’m a Meanie Mummy. Yes, I stick by my guns and there are no favourites in the family. The consequences of misbehaving, whining, and being rude are spelt out clearly in our family. We don’t spare the rod, we don’t mince our words, and we have three different naughty corners in the house for each…



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