All About Your Child

Many of you know that my ‘3 Boys’ are crazy over Lion Dance.

Ever since the 1st of September, we have been going there almost everyday. We skipped Tuesday and Wednesday because it was raining.

Though it was suppose to end today, because of the rain on Tuesday and Wednesday, the competition was extended for another day, till tomorrow, Sunday 7th September.

Even today, it couldn’t end at 10pm. It started to rain at 8.45pm. All the performers were busy using canvas sheets to cover the huge props…Oh dear, I don’t think the canvas would be of much help…*sigh*

We are indeed nuts. We have been doing this for the 3rd year now.

But if the kids love it, its all worth the effort.

The first day was TERRIBLE for me! Allan wasn’t there. He was with his client. Keatkeat behaved like he was possessed by Alvin in the movie Alvin and the Chipmunks, he was crazy, completely un-tamable, it was like a lion set free from its unforgiving cage.

Not going to talk about the details of that in this post….maybe another day.

The rest of the days, we went with Allan and he found the V.VIP seats.

For those of you who are familiar with the situtation there. You know you could hardly find a chair to sit unless you are there 1&half hour before the start of the programme.

And the event last for about 2&half hours. So if you are ‘unlucky’ you’ll be on your feet or you’ll be tip-toeing (if you are short like me) for the entire show….

With the new-found location, the kids can sit and enjoy the entire show without people blocking their view occasionally and without the need to squeeze with everyone else.

My camera’s night-shots are poor but you could see how crowded it is from this bird’s eye view.

In fact these pictures are rather misleading.

It isn’t that far.

We still can see the details of the lions and the props.

Just how crazy are we over this once-in-a-year event? We called my MIL to inform her that we will not be going over to her house tomorrow; rather we’ll be going to Ngee Ann City at 2pm to watch the Finals all the way till night falls…. *wink*

Tina tagged me this on 19th August! Oh dear…forgive me girl…*wink*

Can I tell you I don’t really have a chore that I hate…?! I’m serious! Ok, so I guess I’m not from planet earth afterall….

But I do hate something which my dad made me do EVERY SUNDAY, which I’ll never gonna do again unless its really in a too-horrible-and-smelly state…then maybe, just maybe… I would do it again.

I was not even 11 years old yet, I remember, when I was assigned to this task on every sunday!

I was made to sit infront of the Rubbish Chute with a scraper in my hand and a pail of water. I am supposed to scrub the rubbish chute opening.

(for those of you who do not live in Singapore may never know what the hell I’m talking about, so took a photo of the ‘hell’)

In the high-rise housing estates here, we have this thing called the rubbish chute in EVERY household.

We throw whatever rubbish into it, so long as it can go through that 35cm by 25cm opening.

The moment you open the ‘door’, you are in for a surprise treat.

Either a cockroach or lizard or some unknown insect may crawl or leap out to greet you;

or (if you are that lucky)look into the ‘dark‘ hole and you may even get to see your neighbour’s hand putting a bag of gooey stuff into his ‘box’ and slammed the ‘door’ at your face (almost);

or the people staying above you may have just dropped down a ‘water‘ bomb to give you a splash of your life….. that is if it hits onto the edge of the (your) opening; (unless you are staying on the top floor then this will never happen to you)

or even a piece of rotten meat may slide into that (your) little ‘box’, just to say ‘hi‘ and then waits for you to close the box, so that it can continue its roller coaster ride down 70feet (this depends on how high you stay), where it can join the rest of its own kind, waiting stinkily in the big rubbish container at the bottom.

In order to minimise the ‘surprise attacks’, many would just OPEN – DROP WHATEVER IN – CLOSE in super high speed.

But what was I doing every Sunday? I was forced to leave it open, it was a ‘sign‘ to all the insects and my neighbours above me to give me whatever ‘surprises‘ they have; as I was pouring water and scraping all the dirt left there by the ‘gifts’ from above.

I had to scrape all the sides and before I can call it a day, my inspector – Papa, will need to check on my work and the reward I get from this is, “ok, done so go clean the scrape now.” That’s the most delightful sentence i hear in my life!

For 7 years (my dad died when I was 18), I had to do that, sitting in-front of the stinky old and almost rusted metal box for about 10mins….*sigh* that was an order I couldn’t say ‘no‘ to.

Any of you have done this before?

I am tagging:

Suhanya and Cendrine