23 South Koreans left for Afghanistan for what they called a humanitarian mission. Now, 21 are left huddled together in some desolate place in the middle of nowehere. Meanwhile, the South Korean government are willing to negotiate with terrorists in order to secure the release of their nationals.
I was watching the news yesterday and it showed clips of the distraught relatives of the first man who was killed. Apparently, they were there on humanitarian missions and denied strenuously that they were there for missionary work. That raises a question in itself. Who in the right mind, without mush governmental support would go into what is practically still a combat zone to do humanitarian missions, unless they are protected??
I, personally, doubt the veracity of their statements of the exact nature of their mission, considering that they were there as a church group and the first to be shot was a pastor. But that's just me, ever the skeptic. It has since emerged that a second man has been shot dead, an IT worker. I just wonder where the doctors or nurses are in this rag tag bunch of aid workers. There was no mention of them going under the auspices of any UN aid team or Mercy Relief or other NGOs. It's just 23 church goers. Hmmmmmmmmm.......no missionary work eh?
On to something more pertinent to life.........me!! Narcissistic me!!
Well, as mentioned in passing in my previous entry, I bought a new bed, well, actually I changed my whole bedroom set out of necessity. In the meantime, my evil twin was tempting good old me into upsizing our baby. I mean, the car. Yeah, I was tempted to do so. Especially after seeing a few of my friends driving the same car upgrading recently. Did some scouting and fell in love with the Suzuki SX4 and Hyundai Avante. Damn, they are fine. For a while, I dreamed of driving around town with either one.
After doing some scouting and doing a bit, actually a lot, of calculations, it dawned on me that ditching my current swanky ride, would mean having to forkout roughly $7k cash after trade in. Gulp. Wifey wasn't too excited about that prospect especially with Baby on the way. Come to think of it, I can make do with this car for 5 more years. I've gone to more places with her in the last 2 years than I could have even imagined. Sure, we could use the extra boot space and a lil more legroom, but in the end, common sense prevailed.
It's all about practicality. What's the point of paying so much more when the job gets done nontheless? What's the point of driving a dream car if it's beyond your means at the end of the day? At the end of it all, I realised that it's not practical getting a bigger car now when it's only me wifey and Baby using it mostly. So my dear Picanto, you'll be with me for a while yet. Maybe, we'll take Baby on a road trip soon.......
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
My personal preparation for her
Happy thoughts!!! Time for happy thoughts!!!
Yeah, well, at a time when I'm preparing myself for my biggest challenge so far, I could do without negative thoughts. It's proving more difficult to achieve than just thinking about it. At times when my thoughts are supposed to be calm, I find myself swearing at other people, especially when I'm driving. No, I'm not about to launch another tirade at idiotic drivers or fire another broadside at inconsiderate drivers.
3 .5 months more to being a daddy and the stress of it is piling up. I am beginning to shudder at the thought of waking at night for a diaper change. I am fearing those long nights trying to put her to bed. And I am having nightmares at having to confront myself with what's left in the diaper when I take a peek over the hedges. In spite of all my fears, this is one responsibility I'm not going to shirk, not that I shirked any of my previous responsibilities before.
As with all things new which we come across in various stages in our lives, we adapt. We all adapted when we moved to a new school after PSLE, the same thing happened after our O-levels. Things changed and we all adapted. Fatherhood is no different. It's just another stage, just another level up. A step up that's eagerly anticipated, horror stories from other parents notwithstanding.
Wifey's belly growing bigger and I've begun communicating with her via Morse Code on top of the nightly talks coaxing her to sleep and not give her mummy sleepless nights. She's been a good girl thus far and have been listening to me. That's daddy's girl. Most importantly, wifey doesn't have trouble sleeping or eating. Oh, and we got ourselves a new bedroom set for our room. King-size bed some more!!!
The current sets' going to the spare room. It's not that the set we have is falling apart, it's just that we needed a bigger closet than our current 5 foot 3 inches closet could afford us. Daddy's girl's arrival only hastened that process of changing our bedroom set. Yeap, some movement of furniture expected in the coming weeks. In any case, I have managed to convinced wifey to ask her parents to stay with us during her confinement. Thus, the need for a closet and bed for them. Rather than get a small bed for them, we might as well get a bigger bed for us!!!
Yeah, well, at a time when I'm preparing myself for my biggest challenge so far, I could do without negative thoughts. It's proving more difficult to achieve than just thinking about it. At times when my thoughts are supposed to be calm, I find myself swearing at other people, especially when I'm driving. No, I'm not about to launch another tirade at idiotic drivers or fire another broadside at inconsiderate drivers.
3 .5 months more to being a daddy and the stress of it is piling up. I am beginning to shudder at the thought of waking at night for a diaper change. I am fearing those long nights trying to put her to bed. And I am having nightmares at having to confront myself with what's left in the diaper when I take a peek over the hedges. In spite of all my fears, this is one responsibility I'm not going to shirk, not that I shirked any of my previous responsibilities before.
As with all things new which we come across in various stages in our lives, we adapt. We all adapted when we moved to a new school after PSLE, the same thing happened after our O-levels. Things changed and we all adapted. Fatherhood is no different. It's just another stage, just another level up. A step up that's eagerly anticipated, horror stories from other parents notwithstanding.
Wifey's belly growing bigger and I've begun communicating with her via Morse Code on top of the nightly talks coaxing her to sleep and not give her mummy sleepless nights. She's been a good girl thus far and have been listening to me. That's daddy's girl. Most importantly, wifey doesn't have trouble sleeping or eating. Oh, and we got ourselves a new bedroom set for our room. King-size bed some more!!!
The current sets' going to the spare room. It's not that the set we have is falling apart, it's just that we needed a bigger closet than our current 5 foot 3 inches closet could afford us. Daddy's girl's arrival only hastened that process of changing our bedroom set. Yeap, some movement of furniture expected in the coming weeks. In any case, I have managed to convinced wifey to ask her parents to stay with us during her confinement. Thus, the need for a closet and bed for them. Rather than get a small bed for them, we might as well get a bigger bed for us!!!
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