Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Stop Using My Son to Sell Your Product!

I was upset last Sunday.

Thing was, my family and I walked out of our home and wanted to enjoy the school fair. Then we met a friend, who worships all his direct selling products and even swears that they all worked wonders!

Get the background of this story - I bought one of this friend's (lets call him A) products just for occasional use since it does help supplement what our food is not giving us. 

So, at the school fair, he came to us and all of a sudden dragged my son to see one of his future customer and made a self-proclaimed testimony about how healthy my son was after taking his product and that his future customer should try it too since there's a 'living' testimony standing right in front of him. 

Come on! How much does he knows about what my son's health? Attributing to one particular supplement and not considering how the person takes good care of their health is not the way to sell a product and make money! 

Later, I came home and decided on a good status update to post online just so I could take away my inner frustrations about what just happened. When I meet up with friend A again, I would really want a good explanation.



Tuesday, October 29, 2013

How Many Months Now?? Are You Kidding Me??

My students thought me preggo when I brought a row of packet milk to school!

I was standing right in the middle of the classroom and noticed all eyes were almost literally 'painting' my whole body like they were brushes -- up and down and up and down.

I was curious and so I stopped talking...caught a Korean boy who looked at me suspiciously!

Me: Hmm...Why are you looking at me like that? 
Wonk: Nothing...
Me: Why??
Wonk: Maam, can I ask, how many months already? 
Me: *perplexed* What kind of question is that? 
Sarah: He is asking how many months are you pregnant now...
Me: *being sarcastic and felt like crying* Me? Oh...Errr...10 months?! How did you know? 
Sarah: You always sit in the classroom during lunch time and you have packet milk on your desk. 
Me: Ooooooh....Now I get it...So yeah, 10 months...Any problem with that? *gave them a sharp glance*

Everyone looked at me seriously and went back to looking at their books, embarrassed. I, continued on my lesson.

Still, they didn't ask about me being 10 months pregnant!!

ROFL!!

Monday, October 7, 2013

I Don't Know How Working Mothers Do It

It was really hard for me to leave the house today. Somehow my little Hobb woke up early, knowing that I have to go to work. Yesterday was Sunday and the day before Sunday was Sabbath and he was fine and didn't react the way he did, this morning. How do toddlers know and sense these things?

I don't know how working mothers divert their child's attention so their child won't be too clingy before they leave the house door. What I think I know is how most working mothers must have felt before or after leaving the house. They wish they are WAHM (work at home mom). That's how my boy made me feel this every morning.I need a full extension slides.

Earlier, at 3:15am this morning, I had the urge to just talk to God and I don't know of what. I have this strong urge to write to Him but I don't know for what. I used to have a habit of recording everything in a journal/diary. But after my little man came, I thought ahh...I don't have time. But I think I feel much better when I express myself through writing, especially writing to God about my feelings, my life, everything...

So back to my urge of talking to God, I feel a great need to again own a diary and start writing to Him. Not that I don't write, but now I keep records of my son's daily progress, activities, etc. So see, how can I catch up with myself when I am busy catching up on his life? I think I need to relearn how to actually spell the word B.A.L.A.N.C.E.

Nevertheless, I managed with a heavy heart walked out of the house and go to work this morning. I could hear little Hobb calling 'Mama' and wished that someone would come over from the school and told me that I am fired but that didn't happen. I persevered and continued to.

I love my boy, to the moon and back.


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