Spending happy and quality time with your child requires very little money, and what’s better than a walk or bike around the park if you are trying to keep the flab off!

I count ourselves so lucky for always being offered free gala premier tickets for good movies. Thank you everyone and keep ‘em coming! :D

PS: Disney baby loves them too!

It’s a really educational & fun mini park for the little ones. Probably the only place in Singapore you can find a “tree house” for some safe climbing adventure. But of course I forgot to take pictures of it. Because I was totally fixated on these two.

Any mom would know, tending to a baby is like having 2 full time jobs all at once. In the midst of endless feedings, diaper changes & tantrum management, it is important to take some time to breath and do something out of the ordinary. Like taking a shower or going to the loo for a number 1.

If you are extremely lucky to have a supportive hubby like D-man, you can venture further and experiment with recycling / upcycling projects like this one.

It’s a tube bag for your yoga mat, and requires nothing but an old pair of jeans and some ribbon. Aunty Scroogey would approve. Come on admit it, we all have at least a pair of jeans sitting in the darkest corner of our wardrobes, waiting for it’s salvation day when we miraculously grow thinner. I stopped counting when my stash hit 15.

I made this from D-man’s ancient ripped jeans. I loved how incredibly soft it is, the results of being worn so frequently for years. I can never achieve that effect, nor will I ever see natural fade lines on my denims. That’s the downside for often buying new clothes that I don’t need.

But don’t tell him that. He might get cocky and use it against me.

Best part of it is, that I know it’s one in the world.

Just like D-man. :)

D-man gave me a very sweet (literally) birthday surprise, and I don’t know what to say except..

why is that dog drooling over my cake? Can’t he just get his own??

I would give you 1 million dollars….

if you can tell me …..

what’s there to not like about this beautiful place.

Heck I’ll even throw in this giant windmill. Might come in handy at home on hot summer nights.

And this set of old, worn bikini, worn by the guy on the left.

Terms and conditions apply.

Hello, I’m back. Remember me? We used to see each other more often when you would read about my mundane stuff, and used it as an insomnia remedy, remember?

I didn’t AWOL for no apparent reasons. D-man and I moved into my folk’s 3 weeks ago and am a official parasite to them now. Yup, the progress we make in life is always surprising isn’t it. We then offload everything and went to Thailand for a 2 week rendezvous, where we sweated all of life’s toxins out at a Muay Thai camp and at the beach.

We went to Sinbi Muay Thai this year, and saying we loved it is quite understated. Sure, there were plenty of instructors there ready to whip our lazy arses but they were of the best breeds. There are many people who love their art, but these are the minority who live it. While it may sound very masochistic to say we looked forward to the grueling, painful and almost torturing trainings everyday, the trainers actually made it so. They were generous and patient in imparting their skills, yet able to drive us to the very extreme end of our physical and mental capabilities.

In other words we totally loved it.

Except the blue black eyes, bruised shin, broken ankles, battered thighs and intense body aches.

This is X, one of our trainers. He is hilarious.

And invincible.
This is D-man. He can be hilarious too.

And un-invincible.
These are the dudes from our our gym in Singapore.

They may be un-invincible or not un-invincible.
Are you confused? Good.

That’s a trademark fighter’s pose. But let me tell you a top secret of trade secrets of the toppest kind of secrets.
You can pose like that even if you’re not a fighter.

Just don’t tell others I told you so.

To be continued…