Yesterday I had an interesting experience. My son had a pupil-free day, which means he had a day off school. On a Monday, which means I had company. We went shopping. For a pokemon-go voucher. On our way back to the car, I spotted a dress on display, and decided to try it on. The sales assistant did a very good job, and persuaded me to try on two (discount off second purchase). Being protected by seven-day return policy I bought both. Yay, summer!

And then.

Third-degree from my son. How many dresses did I buy? How much did they cost? What about the clothes I wore last week? Those are for winter, I replied. But what about my summer clothes? Those are old season. He wears old season, what’s wrong with mine? Why did I buy something I don’t need. Wow, what is this all about, I eventually had to ask.

Turns out he’s been saving all his pocket money for a new game and is $30 short. And then horror of all horrors, I just walked into a store and bought not one, but two dresses I don’t even need!

Hmm. My husband’s two cents worth afterwards – I was being evaluated by my twelve-year old, and I failed!


I spent most of last week obsessing. Wishing for a new personality. Wishing I am not the person I am. Why do I not have leadership qualities. Why am I constantly overlooked. Why do I lack self-confidence. Why do I not make friends easily. Why this. Why that. Why blah.

Until I realized. I am. There are people that accept me. There are those that love me. I cannot be anyone, but me. I am not perfect. And neither is anyone! Or as a kind friend mentioned, we are all perfect. Different. And perfect.


My mother never made it to fifty. She passed a few days before she turned 45. I am not there yet, but will be soon (a few short years). What would I do differently if I only had till then? I guess a big thing is, I would stop sweating the small stuff. Being discontent. Just enjoy each day. Be kinder and less self-absorbed.

And if I am spared to see fifty, I will plan a holiday. And then enjoy it!


There are a few things I would do differently if I could relive my youth. If only I could turn back the clock haha, okay so here’s my list:

  • Wear sun block daily (I never wore sun block at all)
  • Stop sugar in my tea (only managed to stop table sugar at 26)
  • Save myself skin problems by not drinking coca-cola
  • Have orthodontics completed sooner (not in my thirties)

That’s it, can’t think of anything else. Just to say I had no style back then. Not to say that I’m a style fashionista currently, but I have discovered Guess jeans and they fit quite well. I spent my early-mid twenties wishing and praying for a partner and children. My father and his then new wife invited me for dinner one evening. After we were all seated, three of us, yay, I discovered the true intention of the invite. It was suggested to me that if I wanted to find myself a husband perhaps I should spruce myself up a bit. Nothing wrong with a bit of makeup and some style. Show some cleavage baby. Yeeeha! Actually, looking back and seeing some photos of me back then, I get their point.

Anyway, after three long single years I met my husband, married within nine months, and had two children. They are now getting big and passed the ‘needing mom’ stage, now we are at the ‘can I have money please’ stage.

And I am never going to be the most ‘funky’ person, or have the largest circle of friends, but I do have my few friends, and am thankful for them. And nowadays I write a blog. And poetry. Yay for poetry!