It's been a week since my mil gone back hence explained the lack update.
Having say that I'm still well, alive and kicking managing housework, laundry, partially cooking and cleaning and of course simple baking. Thank god Caleb had started daycare since a month ago that kinda took of some 'pressure' off my shoulder.
And now there's no Monday blue for me, instead I have Saturday and Sunday blues. Hahaha......because that is the time when Caleb hoo-haa jumping around at home and sometimes I have to manage both of them alone. Last Sunday I told jk "Gosh....I'm famished. Luckily tomorrow is Monday" wtf lol.
For the past one week, every morning after we dropped off Caleb at school, we proceed for breakfast with Caven stuck on me like a koala bear. Most of the time, he sleeps snugly in the Boba 3G baby carrier.
Last week, we had Chicken Rice at BBQ Soon Hing. Apart from nice charred BBQ Char Siew and Siew Yuk and of course roasted chicken, they have a very nice springy Wan Tan Meen as well.
We ate this at 8:30am. Would you eat something this heavy for breakfast? :)
I had a nightmare last night and I still get goosebumps whenever I think of it, like now. *Shudder*
Anyway, this is how it goes.
Last night or every other night, Caven woke up for his night feed around 2:30am. After I have fed him, he still reluctant to sleep but I was damn sleepy, can't even open my eyes. I tried to sleep but with his tossed and turned, I couldn't. So, I brought him out and babywearing him for around half an hour. I even fall asleep on the chair, rocking him to sleep.
To cut the story short, after Caven dozed off in the baby carrier, I slowly transferred him to the bed and I prepared to sleep back as well. That's when it started. Zeng zeng zeng.........
I dozed off almost immediately and I had a dream. In my dream, me and a few of my girl-friends were having some sleepover in one of my girl-friend's house. There were 4 of us and I remembered Caven was there too. So, all of us was in a room and preparing to sleep. I sleep side way on my left and Caven was sleeping on my left too, exactly the same in the real world. So, in the dream, I have already slept, suddenly I felt a pressure on my thigh just like somebody coming down on me with the knee with a breathing sound over my ear. Like a sigh...'haaaaiiii' and it was a MAN! Can you believe it? It sound like a MAN, a male. I swear, I can hear it!
Oh F*ck!
I immediately opened my eyes (in real world), I was awake and I was so scare I think I almost pee in my pant and look around my room. Nothing. It was dark. Caven is sleeping soundly and so did Caleb and jk (yea, we all sleep in one room now). I tried to move my hand. Yes, I can move. I didn't paralyzed or something like that. But the feeling is so real and I can still feel the tingling-pressure on my thigh and the whooshing sound still stuck in my brain. It was so so real.
I was so tired that I fell asleep again within 5 minutes. That was how tired I am. Scare but still can sleep. Hahaha.......This morning when I told jk, I got goosebumps, just like now. Ish.....maybe that explained why Caven can't sleep well at night.
Mmmm....maybe I should call my mom and ask her to consult a medium or something. No, I'm not superstitious :) just to be on safe side.
A few nights ago, after tucked in Caleb for bed, I switched on the tv, clicking away. I stumbled upon this documentry on Astro History Channel 555 - Rising Sun Over Malaya.
It was an intriguing documentary tells the personal stories of Malayans who endured turbulent times under Japanese rule during World War II. This happened exactly 70 years ago, the British General Officer Commanding Malaya signing the surrender document to enable Japanese rule over Singapore and Malaya.
I never heard much about it from my mom or dad. Or maybe they did, just that I forgot. Anyway, I'm gonna to ask my mom if I'm going back Bentong this weekend.
The most vivid story told by one survivor, Seow Boon Hor now 78. He was only 7 years old when he witnessed his parents and younger brother's death at the hands of Japanese soldiers. He managed to survive all because of his quickthinking mother who was pregnant at that time, shielded him with her body. It was her act of sacrifice that saved his life.
Greatest love from a mother....
And they even mention about comfort women. Ex-comfort women, Rosalind Saw now 79, broken her silence about the years she spent as a sex slave during Japanese Occupation. She was 24 years old when she abducted from her home. The soldiers put her into a lorry with other women from her village and took her to a 'comfort' facility in Penang. She was then given a Japanese name of Hanako and as a result of the rapes, she became pregnant and after giving birth to a boy, she had to return to the 'comfort station'.
From google, I found out that she was also visited by a historian Nakahara Michiko who writes in the Journal of Critical Asian Studies. This was what he wrote from his interview with Rosalind:
[Rosalind] was taken to a big house and locked in. (The house, which still stands at the junction of Jalan Burma and Jalan Zainal Abidin, is now the Tong Lock Hotel). A sign saying ‘Exclusive Army Use’ was hung at the entrance of the hotel…She was raped continuously, on a daily basis, by Japanese soldiers. Beginning at 8.00 A.M. the soldiers would start coming in to satisfy their sexual needs. At night, officers came and stayed all night. Rosalind was given lunch and dinner. On a busy day, she would be raped by about thirty soldiers. She would just lie on the bed, naked. There was no time to get dressed.
I heart just sank. I found myself gritting my teeth, clenching my fists......
She did survive the ordeal but the scar would never be heal.
Another story told by a man that still remained in my mind for days. He witnessed his little brother who was not more than 1 year old, snatched from his mom's embrace, threw up in the air and went through the soldier's bayonet when it fall down. Cutting through the baby's stomach and all intestines split on the ground. The baby was still crying on the floor. That's how cruel and ruthless they were.
At this moment all I was thinking is to go into room and hug my baby. Gently I hugged and kissed him on the cheek. That probably woke him up from slumber. He mumbled; "Caleb sleep-sleep jor" - Caleb sleep already....
Haha..oppsss......
For those who are still interested in catching this documentary, you can watch it in youtube:
The synopsis of the documentary:
"The Second World War in Malaya from 1941-1945 was a time of darkness and despair - where innocent lives were lost and blood ran freely. The Japanese rule with an iron hand, slaughtering tens of thousands of Chinese citizens. They force young women to work as sex slaves, or ‘comfort women’ and trick others into working on the notorious ‘Death Railway’. The people of Malaya struggle for survival. When the Japanese surrender in 1945, Malaya plunges into a period of turmoil that brings it to the brink of civil war. But amidst the fire and ruins, sparks of resilience and courage grew. The painful war experience gave a great impetus to a new awakening. “Rising Sun Over Malaya” tells this little known story through the eyes of the people of Malaysia who had a personal observation of the occupation."
I don't normally get things on any other special day (i.e my birthday, Anniversary, Valentine's...). Imagine my surprise when he handed me a bouquet of flowers.
Jk just drove back from KL, fetching us going back to reality tomorrow. My 3-weeks-holiday officially coming to an end.
I'll definitely miss thee:
- just eat whatever my mom cooked without having to think and plan what to cook.
- if I'm craving for something, I can make an order to my mom and puff...there, I have it on the table. :)
- laundry has been perfectly taken care of... haha
- somebody to play with Caleb and he didn't come and bug me. Ahhh...bliss - free time to go online and blog as much as I can :)
6 stalks of champagne color roses and forget-me-not makes
a perfect combination
Caleb said he wants to give it to Amah. Ohh...how sweet.... *.*
Even we don't say this much, I know you'll always be there for me.
You know I'll do the same too.
For we will treasure each other on every single day and many days to come.
