Lazying in bed beside my napping son on this rainy and thundery singaporean afternoon, I had a vision of my feet standing in the sunlit, ankle-high and crystal-clear sea water of a mauritian shore, almost buried in the white, rippled sand. Small, cool waves lapped my ankles and their delicate shadows on the sand formed an intricate, kaleidoscopic lace-like pattern.

Bright, gentle, pure ... paradisiac.

What if life was really not about one finding oneself - What if life was rather about one creating oneself? I recently undid my life... Feels like a set of coloured marbles spilling from a glass jar with an alarming, irreversible scatter on the floor. I am now in the process of creating myself anew. It is a wonderful opportunity! Ever so grateful. But which way to go now?

 

"Life is not about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself" - George Bernard Shaw

It is so refreshing to sit on the beach on a lovely afternoon at sunset and watch the darkening blue sea crash on the reefs at some distance below the horizon. It makes you wake up the next morning wanting to seize the day.

Even Loic is cackling his way through this morning.

Photo taken in Vietnam by Ange Tan.

 

My life is like this box of chocolate...

Each passing day resembles the other

But boy does each day taste oh-so-good !

Thank you bebe Loic
 

It is such a routine to take care of a baby. If it is not the baby itself, then it is the baby equipments or the baby toys or the baby food. The past month has gone by in a flash while we were bogged down in this routine but my, my... how that baby has grown. The light in his eyes has changed so much.

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Nine months in the womb. Nine months in the world. That is how old little Loic is today. I had put on some sixteen kilos during my pregnancy. Now, I am still bearing the weight of ten extra kilos named Loic. Ten little kilos that are putting so much laughter in our lives each day. The evolution is fascinating.

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Photo taken in Edinburgh-Scotland by Michael K.

Today was a beautiful Sunday. There was a lot of sunshine and blue sky. Loic put on his blue shoes and had his first walk outdoors. On his own little feet (with the help of mummy), he walked and walked... until I gave up! I ran out of energy before he did.

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Photo taken in Paris-France by Karine Yau.

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We all dream of what we want to become when we grow older, of the way we want to lead our life. We dream of the people we want to meet and the children we want to have. Hardly do we dream of the kind of aging parents that we want to have...
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Photo taken in Italy by Laval Chan.

We sang counting rhymes when we were little. They were just rhymes that were fun to sing. Then we forgot about them... Thirty years later, they are still around... still being sung to babies. I rummage through the drawers of my memory for the rhymes to sing to Loic... The rhymes have a whole different meaning now.