My Mom's discovery !

I just hang up the phone with my mom and she was babbling non stop to me about her new found discovery to weight loss. Apparently she and her sister (my auntie) had read and heard about this method from the media and both have decided to give it a try.

Like a fellow cult member, she began her brainwashing and start persuading me to participate and try it. Boy, is she good, kind of a waste that she wasn't into sales. Her long list of benefits like weight loss, lower cholesterol, higher metabolism etc etc kind of sway my doubts. But when she used the magic words - ZERO EXERCISE in the same sentence with WEIGHT LOSS! She got my undiverted attention and interest and that's what I like to hear, ZERO exercise = ZERO sweating = ZERO working yr butt off, thus making it triple nice ! =)

What's her discovery ??!! Apparently you have to drink 1/2 cup of fresh lemon juice before breakfast and another 1/2 cup before dinner, twice a day. As an initial beginner and to prepare your stomach for it, you can try it in shot glass portion for 1 week before you "upgrade" and move on to 1/2 glass.

As to when you'll witness the result ? She's not too sure of it either since she just started it this Monday. But based on the reviews from the media, she is convinced and sold ! As for me, there's this hidden conscience in me that when my Mom tells me to try it, I'll give it a shot.

Thus I'll grab a bag of lemons this weekend and make Paul squeeze the juice out of it. But before that weight loss begin, I know Paul will have quite a workout from squeezing the lemon juice !

I love Cooter too !

I never have a passion for dogs or cats and I never did like them. Infact I am scared and terrified of dogs. My mom never like us having pets at home. To her, they are filty and require a lot of "looking after". But it's not the filty that bothers me, it's the barking, the sniffing at me and the potential of them attacking and biting me. To sum it all, I hate and dislike dogs.

So whenever I visit friends who are dog owners, I make sure that their pet is kept away and a safe distance away from me or even better, locked in another room thus there's chance of a face to face confrontation or interaction between us. Perhaps it's my fear for the dog, somehow it's a fear that I can't conqure nor tame.

On 4th July, Sommer and Pete introduced me to their "baby", Cooter. He is like a child to the couple and everyone know how much they love him. Strangly as compared to other dogs, Cooter is very well behaved and obedient. Infact, I think he set the benchmark on behaviour and kept it at very high standards. He never did once bark, sniff or did anything remotely threatening and follow any command, instructions which Pete and Sommer gave.

There is this charisma in Cooter that draws me to him. Somehow that fear of dogs in me vanished and I did the unthinkable - I pet him and love him that instant second !!! He is truely and definately the very first dog I ever petted in my entire life. And I know even my little pinkie finger is happy to pet Cooter. He is funny, cute and 100% pure joy and that moment, he made me laugh and happy (I have pictures to prove). I even told Paul that I want to have a dog like Cooter.

Unfortunately the other night, Cooter was paralyzed from the waist down as he had arthritis in his back. With no other choice, Pete and Sommer had to put him to sleep. I feel their devastation, pain and lost. Personally I don't know Cooter very well but I know that he is 100% special and one who is deeply loved even by me.

It's never easy to experience death regardless if it's a person or a pet who owns a piece of your heart especially when Cooter is like a child to Pete and Sommer. My absolute condolence and love to Pete and Sommer ...

I hope Cooter is happy and pain free in Doggie Heaven and know that there are folks here who miss and love him very much.

May the force be with me !

I just had a conversation with my Mom back in Singapore and I asked her "Before you got married, did you ever have an idea of what marriage is about ? Was it what you expected or think it is ? Were you prepared for it ?" And her immediate reply was "Why, do you regret being married now ?" Followed by "I didn't think too much or anything then".

It's not that I regret being married. I love the companionship that my husband offers but at the same time with the new acquisition of his companionship and him being my new best friend plus his family (which I am grateful for. Can U imagine if I have nasty SIL ??? or if I am mentality unstable who always compare myself to my SILs' !!! ). But I am giving away my absolute independence and total freedom. I have someone to think about before myself. Even thought Paul never controls what I do or don't but it's the indirect pressure, commitment and "accountability" that clouds over it.

One thing for sure, I can't be like my singleton friends who when decide to go for a vacation to any exotic country can just freely pack their bag and zoom off to their destination. For married folks, we have our other half to think about and the possibilities of turning them into a widow/widower when we are at an exotic country. I used to think of myself as "The Bird with no legs". Now it's like I have a pair of legs and even a nest !

With marriage, there's the bills to factor in like rent, utilities, groceries and other financial obligations. When I was single, all these never did bother me.

The drastic fact is that I am here in a foreign country without my family and friends support, it is another challenge. I am juggling two balls at the same time now - Marriage and Life abroad.

I know it takes time to adapt to a new life or maybe I am a small fish who is swimming in the ocean now. I spoke to my friend in Missouri who had been married and living in the US for 19 yrs now told me she experienced the same thing as well. Life was hard when she is all alone and it took her a few years to get used to it. A FEW YEARS !!!! Yes, that was what I was thinking.

Yes, I miss my family, my friends, the food, the places I am so used to, places I can close my eyes and know how to get to there from point A to point B. But it seems like a distant memory now and I have a whole life to explore and discover.

Am I over processing my thoughts ? Does other married folks have the same thoughts as me ? Are other married folks envious of other singletons ? Or does singletons fancy married life ?

Before I go bonkers, I am chanting "May the force be with me !" ~ whatever the force is ???
But I believe, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Give me some food from Singapore !!!

"Yummy yummy in my tummy !!!" Yes, that's a song that Paul sings each time he sees his favourite food.

It's been more than 8 mths since I've tasted or even have a whiff of my favourite foods. Yes, local delicacies from Singapore. Like the saying, you never know what you are missing until you lost it. To me, it a saying that definately came true.

Despite the fact that there is a chinese restaurant in every plaza and a chinese stall in every Mall's foodcourt but they are different from what I grew up and used to.

I was exposed to strange but same time delicious food like fried carrot cake which is my absolute "to die for", fried oysters which is Cecilia's favourite, BBQ chicken wings which is one of Tricia's "Must" order beside our all time fav - Grilled Sting Ray with lots and heaps of sambal chillies. Even when Paul is in Singapore, he found his favourite dish - Black Pepper Crab which till this day he still remember the favour and misses them very much. I recalled how every time when the 3 of us dine out, Cecilia and myself would have a very tough time controlling and restricting Tricia's ordering as she have this habit of ordering more than we can ever finish. But I am guilty as charged since I like to taste very thing and it's even more enjoyable when you have your BFFs with you. Thus without fail, we would have so much fun devouring all the yummy food even thought we are full to the brim and ready to surrender.

I missed the days when me and Cecilia are in Secondary (High School), just two crazy 16 yr olds whom after school would endure a 45mins bus ride to a food centre in Bedok. All these just for Cecilia's favourite - Fried Oyster. As my taste buds are not as adventurous as hers, I only had the eggs while she wolfed down the oysters. Yes, those sweet memorable days !

Here are some of the photos of Singapore's trademark - Our Local Cusine and our hobby & passion - Mahjong !

My only Unconditional Love

It seems like yesterday when the triplets come home from the hospital and are itsy bitsy tiny bit. As they were borned prematurely, they were like the size of kitten when they were borned. It took them 2 mths before they were heavier than 2 pounds and allow to come home. Since the day they arrived home, they have our undivided attention.

They are always our main care and concern. My Mom and Maid cater to their every needs and demand. My SIL constantly pumping breast milk for them. My Dad, Brother and me playing and entertaining them every chance we have when they are awake.

I can't believe how time flies and how fast from them lying on their back and staring at toys, to them in their walker and now they can run unaided. How they would just stare at us when we talk to them. To now they babble in their baby language.

The incrediable thing is, our maid (whom to me is superb) will take time and effort to sit Rachael down and teach Rachael how to speak 1 to 10 in Malay. And how in return, Rachael will recite 1 to 10 in Malay for her and my mom. For a long time, Rachael is very attached to our maid thus it's no surprise that Rachael spend the most time with her.

Like any other parents who want the best for their kids, I too wish that the triplets have a pink of health and fight all illness. I want them to be smart and ahead in their class and focus on their education. I want them to grow up and be a better person in every way possible. In general, I want the very best for them. As I don't have any kids of my own and I witness them growing up, they are very much like my own. And I just wish that I am with them every single step of their growing process cause I miss them so much.

Here are some of the pictures of them growing up...

Finally ... No more Nurse LEE ! =)

It's about time Paul had finally bid goodbye to his days of being sickie. With 2 days of continuously sleeping, 4 days of my constant threat to use my chinese kung fu on him if he doesn't take the medication, he recovered ! But based on scientific reasons, I think the medications work it's magic and not some alien's logic.

How strange it seems that a person is so fragile, like we can fall sick so easily and yet at times recover so easily. Same time I also wonder what if we are really living in the 1700s ??!! Living comfortably in the 20th century, I really have no desire nor do I think I am able to adapt to the lifestyles of then.

Regardless, I am glad that Paul had recovered. He is up and going and goofing around like his usual self. I am just pleased that I can say goodbye to being Nurse Lee and rejoice about having my husband's health back.

3 Cutie Pies

Three of them out on a Zoo excursion.


Renee (in pink), my cheeky niece with her sister, Rachael.

Darrius, really serious when having his haircut. He look so adorable !!!!

These 3 cutie pies really had me BEFORE Hello... They have been with since since Day 1 when they returned from the hospital and they have dramatically changed my life. Each day they are growing cutier and cutier by the seconds. They are 2yrs and 5mths old now and like anyone who have nieces and nephews, I can never have enough of their laughters, crying and screaming. Each is blooming into their own character and they are really each their own individual despite being triplets.

When I called home to talk to my mom now, they are always on the background and very active. Did I mentioned that now they are babbling non stop with their toddlers' talk, which is even more irresitable. Especially when each will take turn on the phone and call me "Gu Gu" which means Aunt in chinese and "Bye Bye" and also updating me what they are doing like "TV" or what they are watching by saying "Cat" which means watching the cartoon Tom & Jerry. Or even going "Elmo" from Sesame Street. They really make my heart sink and melt....

Wish I was there to witness their growing process.... and I can't wait to hug them again !

Baby Steps

It's Day 3 of Paul's battle with the sore throat, decongestion and headache. Strangely as it seems, after sleeping for 12hrs yesterday he told me this morning that he is feeling much better. To my naked eyes, I am still unable to see that improvement as he claims.

As for his sore throat, I had given him a bag of cough/sore throat logenzes for him to suckle on. Pertaining to his decongestion, I read that having a hot steamy shower help to ease the discomfort and open the airways, which he have been following my instructions. But he is still a firm believer in sleeping it off ! Whatever that Alien had told him, he got Paul brainwashed. And I wish that Alien will impart me a skill or two at conquring Paul's stubborness.

After his hot steamy shower, he will pop right up in bed with a cough logenzes in his mouth, hug his pillow and relax in bed watching the tv. To him, that is the only remedy. For me, I surrender ! It's just so difficult to talk to him like a civilise human being without crazy intentions of strangling him flooding through my head. I've also learned that it's almost impossible to drill some or any sense into him. It's like what Sommer said, they rather suffer so they can have the extra attention from us. It's extremely difficult and challenging for me cause each time I want to kick Paul's butt and make him take the medication, he will look at me with those sad, "comfort me" greenish-brown eyes which tend to melt and soften me so I'll just let him follow through his regime.

The only consolation is at least the headache is gone. I just hope that his sore throat will disappear in no time. At this constant rate of me constantly nagging at him, I will most likely be the one who collapse with a high blood pressure.

We are living in Year 2007 !!!

Paul have been suffering from sore throat, decongestion and headache for the past 2 days and I wonder if the above is causing him to be delusional. Somehow he have this idea, illusion or whatever you want to call it ! And think that he is living in the 1700s and there isn't any medication in this civilised world but believing in his self cure which is plenty of sleep !

HELLO !!! I have to constantly remind him that we are now living in Year 2007 and we are neither in Somalia nor Kenya where medication is scare and rare. The incrediable part is, we have all the medication at home to counteract with all his symptom ! When you think that someone who have been coughing for 2 days would do something or anything to stop it but apparently he is not one of them. Strangly as it seems, it's like some alien had told him that all he need is plenty of sleep and he will recover like a miracle. How reliable the words of the alien is ? I am not too confident as I have yet to see any progress nor improvement.

I am super skeptical on his master plan just - PLENTY OF SLEEP ! Day 1, I kind of buy it but after 10 hrs of sleep and sleeping right through to Day 2, zero or no improvement have been revealed.

Being the nagging wife, I have to forced down the cough syrup on him and threaten to hurt him with my chinese kung fu if he doesn't take any asprin for his headache. I tugged him into bed with a glass of cold water and let him get as much beauty sleep as his body starved for.

What I am most impressed with Paul is despite his sickness, it is still raise and shine for him at 5.30am in the morning and heading off to work. But he does try to come home an hour eariler from his usual schedule and begin his "self-cure" sleeping regime and be a fierce contender to the Sleeping Beauty. Unlike some of us who would just take 1 or 2 days off work and tug ourselves under the blankie he is a strong warrior.

As at now, I am back to being Nurse Lee and the hooligan who is constantly threatening him to take his medication or hurt him. And of course, making sure he have plenty of rest to fight his sickness. If there's still no progress by tomorrow, I will be holding him at gunpoint and kidnap him to the Doctor's office. Hopefully he will be back to his usual healthy + goofy self before I start my violent streak.

My Newly Acquired Baby...

It's 3rd week of Paul returning back to school and I am enjoying every single moment of it. He had recently decided to pursue his BA in Business Management and to me it's splendid ! I am a firm believer in the theory, it's never too late to learn and it's always good to have a diploma or degree under your belt. Since Paul is so enthusiastic about earning his degree, I am ready to be his support pillar and cheerleader to support him along the way.

So what is the benefit of him going back to school ? Well to begin with, since the start of his school, his homework have been piling constantly ontop of him, the endless reading that occupying his every waking minute and the weekly assignment that faithfully arrive week after week and his 1500 words thesis that he is cracking his head to compose. And how can we forget about his current R & R (Reading and Research). So he is one busy bumble bee now, trying to multi task everything at the same time. I enjoy watching him working hard for his degree and finally I have a fellow reader at home. Normally he is the one witnessing me holding my novel up my face and reading it. Now he is also a fellow bookworm but the difference is, his is pressure and mine is leisure.

Like a twist of fate, instead of parking his butt infront of the TV, it had changed to the laptop reading articles and assignment related to school. Whereas I am happily holding the TV remote and sitting infront of the TV watching whatever my heart desire. Yes, I have officially gained 100% custody of the Remote and the TV. In the past, both Paul and myself have share custody and there are some channels which is a complete "no-way" zone such as Home & Garden or Cooking channels or even some insane reality shows. But now gosh, it's like F-R-E-E-D-O-M !!!

Just last night, I was infront of the TV having a Home & Garden makeover marathon (checkout their website www.hgtv.com, and you'll have a clearer idea of what I'm addicted to). It's refreshing and educational for me as I am a fuss-free person, I pride myself with my ability to adapt to the situation and live with whatever I have. So watching shows of home makeover presented to me was like being transported into a whole new world and concept altogether. Next switch is the Food Network channel (www.foodnetwork.com). Oh Boy, it's like 20hrs of non stop cooking show one after another and all those yummy food that's mind blowing !!! I have to admit that watching beats cooking it but instantly I was transported to heaven.

To my extreme excitement, I came across the Boxing reality show THE CONTENDER on ESPN. I was so excited and so closed to screaming with joy, it was beyond believe. I've always love that boxing show and I am like a sucker for that show. I remembered when it was first aired on TV which happened to coincide with my trip to Bangkok, Thailand with Tricia and Cecilia. (Definately one of the best trips I had in my life). During our trip, one of my shopping resolution is to buy a pair of boxing shorts like those professional boxers wore in their game. Luckily for me, I came home with not one but 2 pairs of boxer's shorts. Since then, each time THE CONTENDER was aired on TV, I make sure that I am wearing my boxing shorts as well. Naturally my Mom thought that I am insane for rooting those boxers by wearing similiar shorts and my love for such a violent sports. Check out my purchase of the boxing shorts from Thailand.

Regardless, now that the remote is 100% under my full custody, even the commerical seems entertaining hahahah. The downpart is, I am like constantly running to and fro the TV to Paul's laptop like a crazy woman. Why ? Cause one of the undying support for his degree is that I would be helping him with his school work, vetting through his thesis, setting up his slide presentation and also assisting with his report...

Are we safe ???

I've always been bragging to everyone about how safe Singapore is. We have never experience any mother nature's fury like a hurricane, typhoon, tornado, hail, tsunami, volcanic eruption or even an earthquake. Boy,I was wrong !

After the earthquake measuring 8.4 magnitute that happen in Sumatra/Java region that is more than 100 kilometers away, Singapore felt the tremors. Naturally I was worried abt my friends and family in Singapore. We know what Mother Nature can do and it's power, afterall we did witness the calamitous event and the deadly damage it caused during the 2005 tsunami. And Singapore is just a small island.

I knew about the first tremor when I spoke to my mom on Wedesday night (Singapore's time around 10pm). She told me when she was reading the papers in the living room, our maid told her abt the utensils in the kitchen moving and shaking in the kitchen. Initially my mom thought it's the wind and before she knew it, she felt movement and giddy. 20mins later from the news broadcast, she learned that an earthquake occured in Indonesia.

Then at 9am on Thursday morning (Singapore time), my BFF-Cecilia IM me via MSN and shouted abt the second earthquake that happened again on Thursday morning around 7am. Immediately I rang my mom. She and our maid felt the shake and the photo frames that was hanging on the wall swinging and swaying which was more intense than last night. As for the triplets, they were busy in a corner fighting among each other to hop onto their tricycle.

Thank God that the tremors lasted breifly a minute or two. The good news is that no one is hurt and no damaged is caused, not even a crack line on the wall. But my mom felt it's indeed an experience as she had never felt anything like that before ! However, there are some who did not felt the tremors like both my BFF Tricia & Cecilia. As for me, I am just glad that everyone in Singapore is safe and sound and that's all that matters.

8 Months, 1 Day and still counting....

It's been 8 months and 1 day since I said "I DO" and it's been a real roller coaster ride and growing experience for me.

The past 8 months seems surreal to me just like some others said, "Times flashes by". There were times when I want to wringe Paul's neck and kick that insensitive SOB's butt. Definately times when I just want to lock him in the bathroom like a child until he wake up from his idea and occassions when I just want to take a timeout and be a runaway child.

However, there are also times when he is super sweet and nice like making breakfast for me during weekends. Considerate and helping me out with the housework, carry stuffs for me when we go grocery shopping thus I can stroll out of the supermarket in grace (at least I think I am), making me laugh with his silly jokes and harrassing me every morning with his "spot check" phone calls, his attempts to crack his preety head about where to bring and surprise me for our dates.

So what have I learned during these 8 months ? Hmm.... how about improving my housekeeping portfolio ! Like I can make my own bed now, I can do the laundry without wondering which knob to turn on/off on the washing machine, vacuuming the floors and operating the stove & oven. Did I mention that I've discovered I have a hidden strength for having a strong stomach and endure that disgusting pus of his and developed my first aid skills. Oh Oh ! how can I forget about my ability to cook (at least for 2). Yes, I am positive some of you are raising your eyebrowns now but make no mistake, I can cook at least Paul have never had a food poisioning incident since.

I have master how to cook Paul's fav Polish sausage with Yellow or Dirty Rice (apparently Paul have 1/4 Polish blood in him). I teased him a whole lot that he is not pure breed unlike me hahahaha. Definately on my list are also the pre-boxed pasta dishes and his lunch sandwiches. Not forgetting some desserts like brownie, cookies, mashmellow corn flakes, lemon bars and even ice-cream ! I recalled when we were initially married, Paul have to come home after work and cook our dinner. But now, I can call him and ask him what he wants for dinner. I even confess to my FIL that I am not domesticated but now hey, now I think I can manage without sweating too much.

So if you asked me if I am a complete and total different person ? I think I am in a certain aspect. Pals who know me, know that I have never cooked a meal in my life, iron, vaccum or even laundry, what is that ?! As for making my bed - Forget it, I have my maid who is professional in all helping me.

So if you ask me, to me Marriage is bitter sweet it definately takes a lot of hardwork, patience, understanding, a whole lot of tolerance and some other secret ingrediences which I am still trying to figure it out along the way. (I am sure my married friends would agree with me).

But for right now, I am my own maid and even Paul's. Well, the perk is at least I have someone who willingly stretch his butt to me when I tell him that I want to kick it... I am glad to announced that I have also found my new best friend in him !

P/S: Plus a SIL whom I adore ...

Bit by Bit... I am breaking down - Part 1 & Hopefully Last !

Thanks for the comments you girls left behind ! =) Very refeshing to read comments from 3 of my favourite girls in the world .

So yesterday late afternoon after my "blogging" session, I made a mad dash to the gym. Thinking that perhaps I should give my BFF Tricia's suggestion another go and warm up my joints or parts that are hibernating and hit the machines with a vengence. So there I was, sweating and knees weak and losing sensations of my legs after spending 45 mins on the cross trainer (You know the machine that resemble a skiing machine). Before my knees buckle and gave way, I moved my tormented legs to the weights machine and devote another 30 mins on the various machine (Oh, Cecilia, that was before I read your comment about taking it easy).

When I finally managed to drag my tired, shattered and exhausted butt home, I crawled to the hot shower and let the hot water do it's work. After that, I just flop right ontop of the bed, watch tv and catch my breath before making dinner for Paul and myself.

As for Paul giving me a back rub, FORGET ABOUT IT. He uses his male bull/elephant strength that even thought he claims that he is being gentle. I wonder if he is trying to relief the pain for me or if he's trying to criple me totally.

The good news is the pain did go away and it's like a miracle for me. I don't even know how, why and what. But I am happy as long as I am pain free. So now I can swing my right arm at a 180 deg rotation forward and backward. Wooohoooo, no more pain !!!!

Bit by Bit ... I am breaking down

Is old age catching up on me ? Or like any other vehicle after running for 31 years, it need an overhaul and perhaps some of it's other parts need servicing ?

I don't know which, why, how and what, somehow the joint between my right shoulder and right arm is painfully killing me slowly and honestly I am not a big fan of pain. Infact I rate my threshold for pain as ZERO and I am not ashame of it. I can't help it if the pain nerves in my body is well developed. So here is my suffering and complain, I have been having and enduring this pain on my right shoulder joint since last week and it is simply not going away.

Paul's diagnose is that when I am sleeping, I lay on my right side for too long thus causes pressure on it and propose that I sleep on the left side of my body instead. Tricia, my BFF's suggestion is to have a workout in the gym and perhaps that can give the joint a little circulation and movement. Sadly to say, neither worked ! As much as I hate to take hot showers, I forced myself to stand under the hot water hoping that it will relax my muscle and joint. But again it failed and I emerged out of the shower or sauna (by that time, the hot vapours from the water had filled the bathroom)defeated.

I tried popping painkillers when Paul offered them to me after M&Ns. They did relief the pain for right now but come tomorrow like Arnold Schwarzenegger's famous quote in Terminator - "I'll be back" and it definately did !

The pain hit and fade strangly. If I raise my arm to a 90 degs angle, the sore hit me like there is no tomorrow. So each time when I attempt to lift my arm, the pain attacked me and make me want to curse at the world. It somehow got to a point when I desprately asked Paul to get an oil lubricant from the car mechanics for my joint cause the machine and parts in me are breaking down. But no, Paul brought out the big word - ARTERITIS !!! But isn't arteritis associated with old age ??? Is that my misconception about arteritis or is the pain making me delusional !!!

I can't accept the fact that I am 31yrs old and suffering from arteritis !!! "That is something my mother and grandmother have and I am only 31" I screamed that at Paul. But whatever it is, I am not embracing that word, not when I am 31. I admit that my biological clock is ticking but hey, Arteritis is a whole different phase/stage/world altogether.

Well, looking at the bright side, Paul is not medically trained nor is he a Doctor. Hell, I even have more first aid skills as compared to him. Remember me treating and cleaning up his grossly, disgusting pus ! Baring that in mind, it's a tiny relief mentally. And before he rumble or mumble any more horrifying tales and throwing me off balance about arteritis or even bringing out the big brother Rheumatism, I better give Tricia's suggest another try and run to the gym....

Update on Paul's pus

It have been exactly a week since Paul's pus had seen the living daylight from his hair and the monsterous bump which is the size of my thumb paid a visit to the Doctor's office.

Currently it is still ozzing out pus but at a very slow stage unlike days before when it simply flow out disgustingly and frightening. The good news is with the aid of the Anti-Biotics, the size of the bump had reduced tremendously to half it's original size and the pus is flowing like the last day you have your menstration/period/Auntie Mary. (hahahah, I know it's gross but I seriously can't think of another way to describe and relate it with something as gross as his pus).

We are still back to the routine of the twice daily dose of Anti-Biotics and I am back to cleaning his wound once a day. (There was a hickcup inbetween thus a missed session of cleaning).

As compared to a week ago when he was losing sleep, whimpering and crying in agony. Now he is eating, skipping and jumping around so we know that recovery is on the way.

For the rest of you darling folks who are concern about his head and it's pus, Thanks for the Concern, he is on the road to recovery... Provided that I still clean his wound up ! Hahahaha

I want to be a Rock Star

Currently I am addicted to this song - Rockstar by Nickleback.
Somehow it kind of stirred and release the wild side out of me and I dig it. I got excited whenever it blast on the radio and whoever wrote the lyrics is my Hero for the week.

If you haven't heard this song, go check it out.

But I've decided to make your life a little easy so check out the music video on this link http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/C_qrdHiczdc/

If you have heard it before, listen to it again. (Oh yes, I know some of you may think I am insane but I never did declare that I am sane anyway).

Just want to share with you folks...

"Rockstar" - NICKELBACK

I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I am Nurse Lee

It's been 4 Days since our Doctor's visit and Paul's enormous bump had subsided. Apparently the anti-biotics which the Doctor prescribed had worked it's magic. The bump had gather all it's pus and in the middle of the night, exploded like some active volcano and out ozzed the pus leaving behind an open wound. Even on Day 4, it is still slowly ozzing out more pus. Thank God that when it explode, the pus didn't splattered all over me !

Thus during this entire period, my daily chore is to nag at him, ensure that he take his anti-biotics twice a day and making sure that he washes his head twice a day so that the dried pus and residue will be washed away as well. The important thing is to keep the wound clean and not let him walk around with a horrifying and disgusting patch of dried pus on the back of his head. I don't want any child to scream in fear or any old folks to faint in disgust. Thus beside being a broken recorder, I am also his nurse.

Oh yes, HIS nurse ! Apparently the shampoo doesn't remove the pus and regardless of how hard Paul scrub the area, there are still some harden pus remained. What happened is that the pus harden and solidified thus causes the hair around the wound to stick together like some gel up hair. Believe me, it is gross, disgusting and definately yuckie ! Definately not for the faint or weak heart.

After he dried his hair, I will wet the paper towels with hydrogen peroxide and proceed to remove the "unwashable" pus (which is plenty) and clean the wound - with my bare hands ! Personally I feel that it is important to disinfect the wound and keep it as clean as possible so that the scalp and the wound is clean and germ-free thus it can heal. So who else is there to do the dirty work - Me, Yours Truely ! And hey, if this is not true love, I don't know what else is.... Hahahahah

Currently He is recovering on day by day basis and the pain is reducing to it's minimal which is a good sign. The side effect of the anti-biotics is, he need to stay away from the sun as the anti-biotics causes the skin to be more sensitive to sunlight and also sweating doesn't help the recovery of the wound either.

I have documented Paul's growing bump/pus, from the initial stage of the pus gathering and formed 3 "evil eyes" (cause there was 3 pus sticking out just like any acne/white head) till it gather and form a giantic ball, till it exploded and left behind an angry open wound which I am still cleaning daily.

Check out the pictures ... but hey I have to remind you again, if you have a weak stomach, it's best that you skip the pictures. To me, it's kind of like a Discovery Health channel coming alive !