To get that shot

At past eleven pm yesterday, Andrew asked me if I wanted to get up to the rooftop of the carpark to photograph the full moon. It being only a day past the lunar fifteenth, the moon still appeared totally round, and very bright. So I put a sweater over my jammies and we took the huge 100-400mm almost telescopic lens and the tripod up.

The clouds were very uncooperative and we ended up with less than average shots of the moon with scant a detail. Argh. I’ll try again next month. It was really lovely in the beginning though, with the almost pure warm glow of the moon lighting up the nearby clouds. By the time we were done setting up the huge ass tripod, we knew we couldn’t get the shot we wanted. The clouds had come in way too close.

Oh well.

Anyway, it was interesting to note how we had spoilt the total seclusion of the carpark area for a couple of get-a-hotel-room lovebirds.

The fifteenth of the Eighth Moon

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday and the grandparents had wanted to take M and L out to the Chinese Gardens to parade their annoying Big Bird plastic lantern and the plastic cake lantern with little styrofoam balls swirling in a globe to the midi tune of Happy Birthday. Just after I’d fed them both and got them showered and changed, it started to drizzle. Then a little more heavily. So there went their plans.

Yvonne and Marcus called us up at the right moment to ask us out for dinner at Popeye’s, so we drove down to T3 and had hell looking for seats. But as usual, the kids had a blast. Nothing could beat each other’s company.

Early this morning, after the boys were awakened, little L reached out from the father’s arms to get to me, wanting me to carry him. Seeing this, the elder brother wrapped his arms around my leg to stop me from moving any further. Any other mother might have irritated to have to deal with such sibling rivalry before the crack of dawn but I was thoroughly elated. Barely half an hour later, I was saddened by the thought that while I am so loved, so wanted and so needed now, I would one day become only the second most important woman in their lives. Silly me.

I’m so excited! I want to go here… or here. And I think it’s high time.

What have I learnt?

Lesson of the week:

When you try on four or five pairs of skinny jeans and you look like shit, you ain’t skinny. Lose weight, you.

Of fish and men

Qian Hu Fish Farm. Never thought I’d be back, but I was.

shrimps, prawns, yabbies - whatever

L and the dad

M and me

Pretty much bored...

We bought a tank for our terrapins. I’m sure we won’t be back. But who knows?