One short weekend, but seems so long and happening.
I would never complain that a weekend is too long, except for one with a mixture of good news and bad....
Thank you for your patience as this will be a long (& overdued) entry.
On Friday (21/10/11), I borrowed a suitcase from MIL and brought it over to 648 to pack my barangs for the flea market. I also grabbed scissors, markers and a roll of tape. MIL had some black hangers which she dun use, so i grabbed them as well. We decide to sleep over at 648.
Faith still requires some time to get used to the new place. Esp on her new bed. Although she still sleeps with us, Julian had purposely set up her cot very low so that she can climb out by herself. While i put Faith to sleep, Julian wanted to play games in the living room, but apparently his PS3 was giving him a lot of trouble, just because he had forgotten his password.
The next day, i woke up quite recharged that I did not feel like sleeping in. So off we went back to 641, asked MIL not to buy our breakfast, bathed and dressed up Faith and left for Parkway - Julian had some work to do at his office. I bought Faith to have brekkie at McD first. It was my first time with her alone, but i thank God she was well behaved, except for her few outbrust of wanting to get out of her baby chair to go to the playground behind her. The iphone was used to 'keep her seated'. I bought a hotcake meal and she went crazy over the hashbrown. Cut up some pieces for her to eat with her hands.
Julian joined us and he bought another meal, this time Faith took the hashbrown by herself with the paper wrapper and savoured it, even though the wrapper was still hot/warm. The joy of seeing her enjoying her hashbrown was priceless and we even comforted ourselves that an occassional McD brekkie wouldnt do her too much harm. =)
But at the back of my mind I was cursing McD - cursing at how well their adverts/commerscials and advances works so well esp for the young. Even i am a victim. As parents we all know how unhealthy McD food is. Remember how our parents would say no always to McD when we wanted them and only reserved eating at McD for certain occassions? This definitely is a psycological effect because once we are able to have it, we savour it much because it was a rare chance. Of course as adults now, we can choose other healthier fast food choices. But for the time being as parents, the "McD power struggle" has just begun and will be there for, i think... next umpteen years.
Then we went back home to drop Faith off for her nap and Julian sent me, with my suitcase and 2 bags to Orchard Scape. It was raining quite heavily. But thank God the rain was manageable when i reached the place. I stowed the luggage and saw quite many empty flea stalls and set up ones along the way - some were wet and there was no shelter. I was hoping our stalls weren't outdoor. I was looking for the Scape Art & Market Street to do my registeration. As i walked to the front of Toastbox, i saw a basement also with flea stalls. Carried my suitcase and bags down and registered. Then was asked to pick a stall of my choice.
I must have given her a look of surprise and mixed reaction - because i was feeling happy that the stalls were not pre-allocated, but at the same time I was stressed that the responsibility to find a good location for the stall have landed on my lap! Arh... Location is very important! So i put down my barang with the organiser and took a walk around the whole compound. There was an empty stall in between two other stalls which have been set up and I decided the location was by far the most pleasant to me, for there was a fan nearby and it was visible at the entrance to the basement. So i took my barangs there and took my seat.
Sis arrived with Kerk and they set up the clothes rack while i took out all my barangs to display on the table top. I felt excited about all our talk of setting up a flea stall finally really happening! We could barely finished piling up our clothes when customers came. I think it was because we were selling our 'rags' at such a good price: 5 PIECES for $2.
Not forgetting the moment of panic, when sis realised she had left her plastic bags in Kerk's car!
Frenzy looking for plastic bags! Haha...
Dun ask me how we came up with such a wierd pricing. There wasn't any logic. Many of mine were old clothes, mind you. I haven wore some for a few years even! So to be able to let go of my clothing on this day, i would be very happy so i wasnt very concern if we were silly/ crazy/ illogical to some, that our pricing was to cheap. Mostly were philippino ladies. They were happy to take our clothes, so we were also very happy selling to them. The important objective was: We cannot bear to throw these clothes away. So we are selling them. The Pinoys paid a small price and our clothes gets a 2nd lease of life! So, deal done!
I find it so very meaningful. More happy then throwing them at the Salvation Army and giving to the garang guni man, who might just re-sell to another buyer!
We initially found that we did not have enough clothes hanger to hang up all our dresses.
But soon, we found many empty hangers available as customers came to grab those dresses we have to offer at $5! Compared to the stalls on our left and right, their prices were $10 and $12-$15 respectively.
So you can imagine how black their faces were for the whole time...
"I felt sorry to spoil their mood but our objectives were different." i thought inside my heart.
Looking back, we really have to thank God for His providence. I want to summary it as: To man, it is impossible. But with God, it is possible! Later on, i realised my mum had prayed for this flea stall before we begun this business. And as we count our earnings at 7pm, I really dunno where the money came about. Did we really made so much sales? and How? Maybe i was having low expectations, as long as we were able to cover the rental of the stall. But who provided us with the profit of 70 bucks? It was definitely GOD!
And i thank God for sending us all the customers, esp the lady who bought 6 bags of clothes from us. Thank God for Elsie who bought 2 of our dresses, my aunt Cynthia, who bought a helium balloon for Faith and mum (who helped me "jagar" Faith), thank God for the clothes rack and the location for our stall!
The profit went back as tithes back to God. GLORY BE TO OUR GOD.
At least now i am more willing to send the rest of my un-sold clothes to the karang guni man. I have did my part to help my clothes, which i treasured so much.....and had many long memories of them.
For dinner, Julian was treating LA gang at an industrial area in Toa Payoh. I guess i was either too tired or too busy with Faith that I did not take note of the name of the place, or taken any pictures of our food. Julian over-ordered, but it was because he thought that Wenlong's brother and family, would stay longer for dinner. It was nice to see Tela again, last seen her on her 1st month and her growing up process via fb as Don would post daily pic of him and Tela. SiChay was there first, then Don's family and then Tiang and we were all seated and waiting for Wenlong and his girlfriend to arrive. Yes, it was confirmed that he was not playing punk when he updated his relationship status few weeks back. He was in a relationship with a girl by the name of Kris See. (They joked that they hit off well because both of them had C-cup chest!) Doh!
Tela was a quiet girl, she is not as talkative as Faith or as expressive. She is like a loner, just played with the plastic utensils, she did not mess up the table or throw the chopsticks on the floor. She played with pieces of bread, transferring them into a bowl. But when she was got out of hand for a minute, her mother shouted at her immediately with the content of "don't embarass us in public" (in chinese).
Don's wife is rather a dominating figure, and we were supposed to know that so none of us reacted any differently but we kept our comments to ourselves. Overall, Jul and I felt she did not have to be so harsh on Tela, fearing that this upbringing may cause Tela to be autistic/loner. Ask the husband - Don. I feel he had pampered his wife and could accept her "commanding tones/character" - which made me want to applaud him - for not being an MCP, although he looked like one! Even Wenlong was not spared from her nagging. She asked him "not to talk rot and take food for his gf". We laughed it off, of course! To each, her own. Just treat as a reference.
Our Ah Faith was kept entertained by Youtube from iphone while she finished her already-turned-soupy dinner and occassion munches of food that we were having. At different times, we gave in to her request to bring her to see the fishes in a pool within the kopitiam premises. But she would go back to her baby seat when required.
Tiang kept singing praises of our princess, and he was very happy to know we are expecting our 2nd one too. I see him so happy, i felt happy too. Haha.
Forgot to mention that Don's wife was expecting as well and we would be about one month apart. Her baby would be due first. And apparently their gynae was quite sure they were going to have a boy.
I no longer am feeling so low! Hooray! I am glad I was able to start to share with more ppl that I am pregnant and expecting again. And everytime i had to describe how different a 2nd pregnancy was to me, i would use the 'rocket' analogy which i shared in my previous blog. Hee....
On Friday i was 'caught off guard" by Pris Teoh who saw my baby bump. So the cat was out of the sack finally, but earlier than i had expected. But i felt very bad for Lydia, the new account manager who looked after my account who had to suddenly be around to cover duty for both Yvonne and myself. Yvonne was another Account Manager who would be going for her Maternity Leave in Feb - June. Whereas for me, mine would start in April - August. So next year will be a stressful year for Lydia........ =(
I can only stay as apologetic as i could because there was nothing I could do.
Everyone has got their lives and plans to lead, besides working.
It was quite late when we got home. Faith was tired out that we even could put on long pants on her without waking her up.
On Sunday (23/10/11), it was going-to-church day. Jul sent us there and he had wanted to wait for our service to end and send us home. But alas! My blunder of leaving Faith's water bottle at home caused change to the plan. Jul went home to rest and would drop by my mum's house later, with Faith's water bottle.
Faith did not nap and thus my mum came and took over - she brought her to the cafe to feed her lunch.
During service, we sang a worship song that describe the uncertainty on earth as we human faces, but God knows us and he knows our difficulties. And God will never give us up. I find it so apt, as i thought about the many tragedies and sadness happening in and around our lives recently and much of those we cannot comprehend. But as long as we put our faith in God, we know we are safe, for HE will lead us and help us, as long as we trust in HIM.
The guest pastor also shared about this testimonies before he came to accept Christ in his life. He described Christianity that we are always "experiencing" God and God's work in our lives. It is the only 'religion' where God draws to His People, not waiting for people to find him for worship. God was present and i feel so blessed that each service, we are always able to have God in our midst - to administer to the needy, strengthen the weak. I had many burdens in my heart as I gave thanks to God, I thank God that He was so near and we could just reach out and pass him our burdens/ worries/ questions and uncertainty. The assurance and joy and peace in return was surpassing. =)
Then mum n me went home by cab. While i went home to make Faith take her ovedued nap, mum went to dabao lunch. I ordered fish & chip from the western stall. Surprisingly, it was better than expected. Over lunch we chit chat until i forget to take my own nap. Then Faith woke up and Julian also came over. Soat ard 4.30 i took my nap until 6pm. By then, dad have returned home and was going to take Faith to the playground. We were going to Marina barrage for dinner tonight since mum have not been there before. Mum wanted to give julian a dinner treat for his birthday next week. But i know Julian will not have it. Dinner was only okay-okay. The chicken at the 7th Storey restaurant was still good but the steamboat's standard have dropped.
Ok, so one less reason for us to go into Marina Barrage...Unless for the new ride there.
I am referring to the Go-Go Scooter rides at Marina Barrage. It has a scooter handle with 4 wheels, thus making it a stable steady vehicle for visitors to use to roam the place. The rental shop can be found at the first level. We did not try taking the scooter up to the 2nd level that night.
Go-go scooter comes in two sizes. There is a kids size and i saw children ard 7-8 yrs old able to operate on their own. Dad rented an adult sized and Faith sat on our laps/ inbetween our legs as we took turns to take her for a ride around the first level at Marina barrage. Julian even drove her to the bridge of the dam. Due to the 4 wheels, it was stable even though without any seat belts. If I am not wrong, the rental of the scooter was SGD10 for 30 mins. It is single operator scooter.
By then it was too late for us to go up to the 2nd level, though I did wish to bring Faith up there to be closer to the kites. Perhaps another windy daytime would be better =)
That was the close to our weekend. But deep in my hearts, we were heavy-hearted with depressing news around us.
One for me, was to know that a close friend's mum was to receive chemotheraphy for her spreading cancer. The last i heard was that the cancer cells are spreading to the lungs and the dreaded stage 4 was pronouced.
Sometimes the fact of life can really get us down. The truth hurts the most and we want to deny them.
But we all know, the way of life is to face these difficulties and to battle them down.
As like the many testimonies of cancer patients i have read before, they won because they did not give up trying. They deserve our respect. It hurts me because my heart goes all out to this auntie, whom i had met and chatted before. Have activated my mum and James and their cell group to pray for her. And im constantly praying for her salvation. Not only for her to know the Lord, Our Creater and Saviour. But i also look forward to Lord Jesus bringing her spiritual deliverance, experiencing a new meaning of Christ in her life. I also keep my sister in prayers. It is even more important now that she keeps close to the Lord - to draw strength, joy, peace and truths from HIM who loved us all that He died on the cross for us all - His blood for our blood. He died so that 'whoever believes in HIM will have eternal life."
Jesus was not defeated by death, because 3 days later, he rose again. This signifies that HE is alive today, hearing our prayers and most importantly, it meant that HE has defeated death!!
We have sinned, since Adam and Eve. But through Jesus and ONLY through Jesus, we can be called Son and Daughters of God again! This is the God that i need, this is the GOD that i want to be with.
Sorry i have digressed, but I could finally put words to these knowledge that i had gathered from the sunday sermon that Pastor Song had shared. And these are very useful truths we should remember.
So back to my close sister, i have been encouraging her and "pushing" her back to God.
Pushing her for her good, so that she can also be blessed as i am and be able to draw strength (drink!) from God's everlasting stream.
So that she can be strong to be the prayer support, spiritually and physically for her mother. Jesus is just at her door and auntie just needs to have faith and accepts this living God!
Mum also delivered a bad news to me. My 舅姆 had suddenly lost conscience during her trip in Bangkok.
At time of this entry, she has passed away. We had to arrange emergency plane to send her from a hospital in Phuket to SGH last midnight. But her body was coping with a low blood pressure until 2.20pm today.
It was a very sudden thing to happen. It is a most unfortunate fact to accept - that a person was gone like that. To think that she could not even see her family for the last time before she left this world, no last words, no last wishes. How cruel. Many ppl would not understand why - not even me - as i asked God the same question.
We did not even had the chance to lay hands to pray for her...... =(
Only regret is that she had not choose to accept Christ when Mum spread the good news with her.
The last time we met was at Aunt Cynthia's birthday dinner at Raffles Hotel.
舅姆 leaves behind my 舅舅, her 5 children ( my cousins whom i grew up with) and 7 grandchildren.
On Tuesday night, Jul and I made way down to the wake after work.
But a soul lost without Christ is still a lost soul.
So rather than mourning and brooding into past, I decided to put my focus and effort even more in saving "live" souls! They can hear, touch, feel GOD!
I felt more determined to help auntie know Jesus.
"What a mighty God we serve.. " I would sing. And i want to let her know this great, amazing, limitless God who have changed me, who have touched me, who have loved me, like no other gods!
Everyone deserve Jesus!
He did not just died for me, He died for all of us. That includes you, you and YOU!
So when i say, Jesus Loves you!
I meant it.
He really DO and I know very well.
Be blessed my dear readers and friends!
Thanks for reading and i shall update very soon! =)
Love, me.