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My Old Clothes


Today I did a double take.

My third Arrow came out of the bedroom, ready to go for the youth meeting and I did a double take.

She looked gorgeous in her choice of colours as usual, but that wasn’t the reason for the double take.

She was wearing a blouse that looked familiar.

A blouse that I knew was even older than she was!

Yes, she was wearing one of my old tops!

And it looked good on her.

It made me feel a tad proud.

Also made me feel a little nostalgic.

You must understand – she is still half a head shorter. And still only in her early teens. I wore that in my mid-twenties.

Yes, I was THAT small before.


Remember These?


What a trip down memory lane! I had to fiddle with the machine that shows them, but it was worth it!

Slides! Those days when these were the best for scenery photography. Supposedly to be longer lasting than photos.

I enjoyed that trip down memory lane, showing each significant slide to Hubby.

Now I wait for the development of them to photographs/prints that I can view more easily.

Love Is


I grew up with this comic strip series about what love was. It was fun. I would flip the pages of the newspaper, looking for those naked round tubbies. Then I saw this. A modern day version, in colour. I hadn’t realised I missed those comics till I saw this.

Now I can’t decide which I like better.

Can you?

More on Fitness


Looking at me today, you would not believe that I used to have a 20 inch waist. And I don’t mean when I was a child! That was the measurement when I was approaching my twenties. It was thanks to my swimming days.

I stopped swimming after I left for further studies. Then, after having three children and not bothering to take care of my body very much, things pretty much fell apart. I took for granted that I would be able to regain my shape easily.

Now I dream of a flat stomach. Sigh. I know I can try some ab workout but the thought of exercise after a 7K event is somewhat prohibitive now.

Why am I talking about this?

Well, recently a good friend received a birthday card on his 57th birthday with a picture of six packs of tin cans on its front cover. The message in the card was that he ought to pin it onto his abdomen for instant six pack. Haha!

That made Hubby and I have a good chuckle.

And then we had a wry one as we observed our pregnant-like status….. Sigh….

“Vintage Sexism”


This brought a smile to my face so I decided to share it with you.

Sexism“This gem is from the July 1943 issue of Transportation Magazine, written for male supervisors of women during World War II. These were “helpful tips” on supervising women at work (emphasis mine):

1. Pick young married women. They usually have more of a sense of responsibility than their unmarried sisters, they’re less likely to be flirtatious, they need the work or they wouldn’t be doing it, they still have the pep and interest to work hard and to deal with the public efficiently.

2. When you have to use older women, try to get ones who have worked outside the home at some time in their lives. Older women who have never contacted the public have a hard time adapting themselves and are inclined to be cantankerous and fussy. It’s always well to impress upon older women the importance of friendliness and courtesy.

3. General experience indicates that “husky” girls – those who are just a little on the heavy side – are more even tempered and efficient than their underweight sisters.

4. Retain a physician to give each woman you hire a special physical examination – one covering female conditions. This step not only protects the property against the possibilities of lawsuit, but reveals whether the employee-to-be has any female weaknesses which would make her mentally or physically unfit for the job.

Is it just me or does this sound like an episode of the Crocodile Hunter? Except in this case they’re, you know, not animals. Sigh.

The rest of this madness is after the jump, my fave being, “A girl has more confidence and is more efficient if she can keep her hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick and wash her hands several times a day.” Just give me a tube of lipstick and I’ll be ready to take on the world!

5. Stress at the outset the importance of time the fact that a minute or two lost here and there makes serious inroads on schedules. Until this point is gotten across, service is likely to be slowed up.

6. Give the female employee a definite day-long schedule of duties so that they’ll keep busy without bothering the management for instructions every few minutes. Numerous properties say that women make excellent workers when they have their jobs cut out for them, but that they lack initiative in finding work themselves.

7. Whenever possible, let the inside employee change from one job to another at some time during the day. Women are inclined to be less nervous and happier with change.

8. Give every girl an adequate number of rest periods during the day. You have to make some allowances for feminine psychology. A girl has more confidence and is more efficient if she can keep her hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick and wash her hands several times a day.

9. Be tactful when issuing instructions or in making criticisms. Women are often sensitive; they can’t shrug off harsh words the way men do. Never ridicule a woman – it breaks her spirit and cuts off her efficiency.

10. Be reasonably considerate about using strong language around women. Even though a girl’s husband or father may swear vociferously, she’ll grow to dislike a place of business where she hears too much of this.

11. Get enough size variety in operator’s uniforms so that each girl can have a proper fit. This point can’t be stressed too much in keeping women happy.”

The original site is here.

Camping Anyone?


After a really hectic early part of the week, I can now sit down a little. It’s still going to be busy, but not frantic like before. In fact, my whole system went into “relax mode”. So much so that I went down memory lane to see some old photos. Some old holiday photos to be precise.

It brought smiles to my face when I saw the snapshots of Hubby and I during our first attempts at setting up a tent! We didn’t do it very often but enjoyed it each time we did. There was something about bringing everything but the kitchen sink with you, knocking pegs into the ground, lying close to grass and waking up to the sounds of birds instead of engines. It was like a D-I-Y holiday; Do It Yourself. We loved it.

When I was pregnant with my first one, we were still in England. Hubby and I decided to go for one more “D-I-Y holiday”. After all, there would be more logistics involved with the little one!

This time, however, we made one concession – we decided to go caravan style! In the States they call it rv camping where you drive your own mobile home with you. It was made all the more fun when my parents came along with my then single brother.

Imagine waking up at 3am to go to the washroom (as pregnant women are apt to do) and be greeted with a cacophony of snores – of different notes!

When I was pregnant with my second, we were on an island off the city here. It was even more primitive than anything we had experienced.

But it was fun because we enjoyed the outdoors, felt fit, and were amongst friends.

I wonder if we ought to do it again sometime soon. Hmmmm. Anyone keen to join me?



Some years ago, when we were still in England, a friend visited. He had been away from England and was having a hard time settling in his new abode in a land far away. He knew that his new place was the right place to be. But it didn’t make it much easier.

When he visited, he asked to be taken to this place. Big Ben and the Houses of Parliment.

BigBenIt was dusk, and as he stood looking at this place from the other side of the river, he was almost emotional. Hubby and I had to turn away and give him a moment to himself as he talked with the Lord.

More than twenty years later, when Hubby and I visited, we were reminded of our friend. Whilst it was not as poignant for us as it was for him, it was nonetheless a heart-touching moment to see and hear Big Ben. Somehow, as the chimes went out, something happened inside….

Yes, I recorded the peals of Big Ben tolling 3 o’clock.

Those Were the Days My Friend


It’s been a mad week. Hours seem to have gone missing in my life.

It is a far cry from my heyday when I was able to handle many things at one time. Ahhh those were the days! I was just reminded of this yesterday.

As I was rushing out of the office to run an errand, I received this text message on my phone! Jubilie'sSMsI had to remind him (the next day because I got toooooo busy) that I didn’t think it was two mobile phones going. It was one mobile phone and one phone at the table!

Yes, I do remember that moment when he “caught” me doing that. Amazing days then!

Nowadays, what a stark contrast.

I put a book into a bag and search high and low for it, close to panic as the book didn’t belong to me and I had to work on it.

I put down my reading glasses and can’t recall where, needing help to locate them.

I make an appointment with someone and nearly miss it – thanking God for reminders in the phone.

I agree to take on a task and find that I have run out of hours to get ready and initiate a mad scramble.

Those were the days indeed, my friend….

Numbers Scare Me


I come from a good “numbers” family. My Dad was part of the education department team who drafted the syllabus. He also wrote books which were used in schools. As we grew, he would challenge us to see who would be the fastest to add up the numbers on a car plate, calling them out randomly. My Mom was in the town assessment department and was meticulous in keeping details.

In my school days, I had As for my maths. (That was many, many moons ago; Mr Teh, you remember!)

Despite that distinction, I encountered problems when I got married to an accountant. I left all the number work to him and my brain began to stew. It seemed like the numbers part of my cerebral cells had begun to putrefy over time.

Why, at times, the bank would call – I had overdrawn again. Not because I had overspent. But because I had added instead of subtracted! (I know! I know! Who ADDS when you have spent the money? Perhaps it is unconsciously wishful thinking?)

Later when I was forced to, I learned to present accounts for a project. It was humiliating when I was first told, “Don’t you know how to present accounts?” So pretending that I was not hurt, I retorted, “I never learned, so teach me!”

Then last year, I took up sudoku. What a game that is. Challenging and stimulating the mind. I had felt my brain cells going kaput. So it was a relief when I read an article (somewhere – my brain won’t let me remember where) It said that sudoku helped with memory loss.

I must say my memory has improved. I now handle the bills in the house too!

But I am still scared of numbers.

Anyone else like me?