Remember the running shoe hubby bought for me sometime last year? Really, I can't remember when it was now! It has been in its box in the store room for many months. Today, I finally got it glued to my feet!



We were woken up by the voice "Wake up! Wake up!" Hubby practically pulled us out of the bed this morning and drove us to Bukit Timah Hill. The hill I managed not to go during my NPCC days in secondary school. The hill I imagined has many mosquitos and weird creepy crawlies waiting to have a taste of my delicious blood. Give me shopping mall or any air-conditioned room anytime, but, not nature reserve please! The slope was so steep I couldn't get my feet to move forward! The fat me is so full of fats that I watched in awe and envy when others breezed pass me! I huffed, and I puffed, and I grumbled and I tumbled.



At last, we reached the summit! The highest point in Singapore. Boy, am I so proud of myself! Wakaka!

Later, I found a friend whom I met last week. She had just climbed the main track and was about to climb the other complicated track. She made it sound so easy. I hate her. Wakaka.



On to another story :D

This is how my girl and I tell each other 'I love you'.

Daughter : I love you, Mummy.
Mother : I love you, too, darling.
Daughter : I love you even more fullstop.
Mother : I love you even even even more fullstop.
Daughter : I use a pencil to write I love you even even even more fullstop.
Mother : I use an eraser to erase and use a pen to write I love you even even even more fullstop.
Daughter : I use liquid paper to erase and use a marker to write I love you even even even even even more fullstop.
Mother : I'll erase it and I will write it again.
Daughter : No! I use a permanent marker to write.
Mother : No! Cannot! I use a white paint to cover it and a black paint to write.
Daughter : NO!!! I LOVE YOU MORE!!! FULLSTOP!!!!!

And then, sometimes, she'll get angry and cry. So I said ok, ok, you love me more. Then, she'll be happy. Earlier, she gave me this card which she did during her Chinese lesson for Mother's Day.



And I cried. She and my boy are the joy of my life. And to my dearest husband, whom I'm sure will read this and not saying anything, you're my joy, too, sometimes :p