Life as a Cow

Sometimes I feel like society thinks that breastfeeding moomies only go shopping when they step out of the house. Is this the reason why nursing rooms are available only in shopping malls? Well, save for the occasional *surprise* we encounter once in a blue moon, most of the time breastfeeding moomies are in a quandary when it comes to finding a good place to feed their babies, whilst out of the house.

Just like when I was in Singapore. The shopping malls had great nursing facilities; private rooms with comfortable nursing chairs, and a separate area for the baby to get changed. Some even had high chairs for baby to be fed comfortably. Soothing music was also piped in for that extra touch of care. This is the reason why I am not deterred by shopping when I am out with Ethan. I have no worries about breastfeeding in the malls!

The convenience vanished the moment I stepped out of a shopping mall. The Singapore Zoo, for one, lacked proper breastfeeding facilities. The diaper changing room was just a board which could be flipped down and baby will then lie on top of it to be changed. For a zoo that is touted as one of the most beautiful zoos in the world, attracting visitors from near and far, having adequate breastfeeding facilities should be of utmost priority, more so because visitors will certainly spend at least half a day there! When I inquired about the existence of a nursing room from the staff, I was met with blank stares. In the end, I had to *just do it* in public, because I had no choice. Actually when Ethan was much much younger, I used to breastfeed in public, and I had no qualms doing so, but now that he is much older, let’s just say a nursing room would be more convenient.

I was put into the same predicament while visiting the Underwaterworld in Singapore. No breastfeeding room, so I had to use the toilet this time. Thankfully there was a *rather* conducive area in the restroom that allowed me to sit down in a somewhat comfortable manner.

So are breastfeeding moomies expected ONLY to go shopping?

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Projecting

It is such a hassle to organize a meeting here where I work. First I need to find a room which is available, hoping that nobody has been kiasu enough to book the entire room the whole day long, with the reason stated “Just in case I need to use it”. Then when I finally get a room, I need to book the projector. There’s only one projector for my entire department to use, and it is a VERY popular item, available on first come first serve basis. Hah…if only we could make use of the services offered by Cleveland Projector Rental, there would be no problems at all in securing the booking for a projector. Psst…I hear they even do delivery! How cool is that? 😀

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The roach, the roach!

How to get rid of a house cockroach in 10 easy steps:

  1. Announce that you spot the cockroach crawling around on the floor. Say something like, “Cockroach!”
  2. Call out to your hubby, boyfriend, housemate, father, mother, or whoever you are living with to help you get rid of it. Skip this step if you are living alone.
    (In my case, when I asked hubbs (sweetly) to help me get rid of the 6-legged creature, he mumbled something that sounded like, “You said you weren’t afraid what…” – he must have been referring to revelation that I was fearless when it came to bugs and roaches. Me and my big mouth. So much for being a damsel in distress. Bah.)
  3. Find some old newspapers. It helps if you have a stack ready somewhere in the house.
  4. Put two sheets of old newspaper aside and roll the rest of the newspaper into something resembling a bat, …. well…something you can hit with.
  5. With one quick whack, hit the cockroach in such a way as to make it giddy. Repeat a few times if cockroach is still moving happily around. If you’re in luck, the fella will be overturned, with legs sticking up.
  6. Quickly grab the 2 sheets of newspaper you put aside and wrap the cockroach up.
  7. Stuff the wrapped-up bundle into a plastic or paper bag. Secure tightly with a dead knot.
  8. Put it outside the house. DO NOT throw it in the dustbin IN your house. The little critter *might* escape.
  9. Dispose of the bag as soon as you can.
  10. Put on smug look of achievement on a job well done.
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My Obsession

Please don’t hate me because I have a compulsive obsession. With cleanliness, that is.

Do I have a disorder if I want to have clean hands all the time? I think hand cleanliness is crucial, especially so for my case, since I take care of a toddler. Well, not just that…I ensure my hands are clean all the time, even at work.

Can you imagine when your hands are filthy dirty, and you rush to the sink to wash your hands? You use your dirty hands to turn on the tap, squirt some soap, wash and scrub your hands clean and then rinse off the dirt. And then what do you do?

You turn off the tap, right? And the tap is DIRTY from before when you used your dirty hands to turn it on! Eeewwwww…… yes, I think about it THAT way.

And that’s the main reason why my hubby and I are considering replacing our bathroom taps with one of the modern ones, where you need only lift the tap handle to turn it on. Our kitchen tap is one of these, and it is a breeze turning it on and off, because we just need to lift it with our elbows. Taps are aplenty nowadays, both in design and functionality, but since we certainly can’t afford the luxury of one of those cool electronic sensor taps, I would certainly be more than content with the lift-with-elbow ones. 🙂

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Pulled Tea

This is what a good glass of teh tarik looks like. Frothy on top, sweet and smooth at the bottom. It has been such a long time since I enjoyed this drink and I have just last week started getting addicted to it all over again. It goes so well with nasi kandar (seen in the background), roti pisang, roti canai, or simply on its own.

I don’t order the *kurang manis* (less sugar) version because it just doesn’t have that *kick*.

The teh tarik is the perfect drink for a weary dreary day.  But drink too much, and you’ll find yourself wide awake even in the wee hours of the morning!

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