Spotted this on a friend’s blog:
Having been through an MRI not even two weeks ago, I’m just thankful this isn’t how MRI’s are done in Singapore.

Spotted this on a friend’s blog:
Having been through an MRI not even two weeks ago, I’m just thankful this isn’t how MRI’s are done in Singapore.

Those close to me will know that I’ve been suffering from unexplained migraines for the last couple of months.
So it was off to the Neuroscience Institute’s MRI to check for loose screws:

Well…this explains all that rattling I hear everyday…
There is good news though: Irrefutable proof that I do indeed have a brain!!!
Other than the fact that there didn’t seem much wrong with my head (yeah, apparently the loose screws in my head are normal), Brain Doctor prescribed some medication to ease the discomfort of the migraine to be taken whenever I couldn’t bear it.
Oh, but there’s more:

Apparently, I’ve lost the some of my most powerful abilities because I was told from a very young age I couldn’t do some of them. As they say, if you don’t use it, you lose it.
Obviously, Synn doesn’t appreciate the abilities that do remain.
I blame you, Mummy.

Spotted on the internet recently:
While I think Synn and I haven’t actually reached that stage yet, it’s still funny to think about if we ever get there, lol.

Spotted this on Youtube the other day.
Watching this tempts me to no end to try this out on the various people calling me every other day to extol the benefits of signing up with them.

Spotted on my computer monitor one weekend afternoon:

Decoder Needed
He’s trying to tell us something!!!!

As those close to me will know, there hasn’t been a day gone by where I don’t miss playing WoW.
I’d by lying if I said I didn’t miss the rush of raiding Blackwing Lair (BWL), Molten Core (MC), as well as the content in the first expansion where we did Karazhan and more.
One instance that I really enjoyed, though, was Onyxia. This was a clean, 40 man raid that got the raid right up to the boss after clearing some trash mobs. A seasoned raid would be able to get in, clear Ony within 45min and get out for the week with the much needed Tier 2 helms for the guild.
Now, not many know I still visit the World of Raids website every day to keep myself updated on the going-ons in WoW and most times I don’t bother boring the readers here on what I see, but I spotted this recording of an extremely funny raid leader over vent.
Warning: Contains extreme adult language. If you are offended by this, please do not watch it. This is definitely not suitable for the young.
*wipes a tear*
This brings back so many memories…
And yes, raid leaders generally do speak this way, lol.

As you may have already read, I recently wrote of Tristan’s sudden obsession with throwing stuff into the bin.
This phase appears to have taken a back seat somewhat once he realised there was real rubbish to be thrown.
It’s almost as if he has been practicing for the real thing, lol.
Now, if only I can prevent him from picking up other stuff lying around in public to throw away.

Spotted in the bathtub the other day:

All Your Hairband Are Belong To Me
Sigh.

Once in awhile, the clan gets together at various locations in Singapore for a pow-wow.
This time round, we descended on Swissotel to check out their hotel beds:

The Test Subject

Just Me And My Remote
There was even a shuttle run event,

with Mummy as the prize.

Mummy Waits At The Finish Line
With nothing much else to do in the room (hey, it’s only a room), we decided it was time to go home after spending a couple of hours there.

Ten more things my 15 month old son has taught me:
1. Cold, unused packets of green tea belong in the wardrobe.
2. Fridge magnets should be kept in bed.
3. Mummy’s sunblock has its place in the kitchen.
4. Tristan’s room has been redecorated to include a rubbish bin that used to belong in said kitchen.
5. All your remote controls are belong to him.
6. All your phones are belong to him, too.
7. Water bottles are great for workouts.
8. So are stairs.
9. Mummy’s hairband should not be worn by herself, but by her son.
10. Any food left on the table must be taxed. Proceeds go to the ‘How Round Can Tristan’s Tummy Get?’ association.