In a Race that Matters

The boys and I had a field day. We train hopped for City Hall, Dhoby Gout, Simei, Tampines and Pasir Ris.This aside from the circuitous bus ride we had going to Toah Payoh on our way to the library. We also strolled along Orchard, spent time at Ngee Ann and Wisma--shopping havens of the high-heeled. Well, I did try going out in a girlish outfit with matching heeled sandals from Manel's. The result? I had leg cramps when I hit the hay. Was down for two days after a half day of catwalk. Good thing my older son volunteered to give me a full-body massage last night. He smothered my weary bod with Bengay. Was lulled to sleep, with his labor of love. Good work,son.

Welcome back, twins. You've been on a four-month hiatus from blogging. Haven't you missed racking your brains trying to document moments of the "mist?" Do you think by putting off writing,err, blogging, you can get away with it? Nope. Been on holiday. Gotten into battle of wits against the simple (read: fools). Got stuck with domestic concerns. My hands were full, actually. A day never passed without coco exercise. Just scan through this list. 1. November --- The vagabonds were back to Mom's birthtown. We returned just in time for granny's 74th birthday celeb. After spending eight weeks in the pollution-free city-state, the kids crinched being greeted with the smog, noise and helter skelter of Manila. Orvik's skin asthma resurfaced, so march to the province did we, where the rustic ambience soothed our weary senses. 2. December -- First week we visited Aunti fashionista at MS after undergoing TAHBSO. By golly, the mas