Reflection on my Birthday

It's my birthday and I'd been thinking alot about my mom. It's because she's the one who gave birth to me this very day in 1963. Times must be really bad back then. My sis told me that the KKH discharged their patients almost immediately after they've given birth. (when I grew up I learned that there wasn't enough bed space at the hospital to cope with the baby boom). I was wrapped in a cloth when I was brought home, and placed on the bed. I was crying incessantly as my brother patted me to calm me down.

Alexus

Yesterday boy rested his head on my tummy, a reminiscence of the time when he was much younger. He told me he knew I missed Alyssa. She had gone for a 3-day school camp. He laughed and found it weird not having the younger sis around asking "dumb" questions. I reminded him that his little sis no longer asks "dumb" questions. He agreed but added that I am the one asking dumb questions nowadays. We chatted about our planned trip to Italy. He said he was looking forward to it and said he really enjoyed our trip to Japan last year. He recounted some of the moments in Japan. Gave him a head massage before sending him back to his room.

This evening, boy had gone out to study with his senior, Nigel. SMSed me that he was hungry on his way home. Cooked some noodles for him. He slurped the noodles and chomped on some apples, and still had capacity for more. Shared with him some coffee cake bought 2 days ago.

Trip to the Art-Science Museum

Brought Alyssa to the Art-Science Museum on 9 Sep 2011. Paid for three exhuibits : Van Gogh Alive, Dali Mind of a Genius, & Shipwreck.

Alyssa was all excited about Dali and pestered me to buy a felt moustache even before we started viewing the exhibits. The sound effect created at the shipwrecked was spooky and she said she really felt like drowning.

The visual display at Van Gogh Alive was really an eye opener. Though it was only a video presentation, we felt we could come close up to his work and ogle at the brush strokes. Alyssa was totally absorbed. She clapped at intervals, at times she expressed fear, especially when Van Gogh's self-portraits were projected (she said mainly because she felt van gogh led a sad life). At times, she felt she wanted to go into his painting and climb up the staircase to the beautiful house. She kept wondering how Van Gogh afford the painting and other art materials? which part of his ear did he severe? What sort of knife did he use? Exactly where did he shoot himself? What would I say to Van Gogh?

Over at Dali's, she was mesmerised by the melted clocks and was full of expressions. She was intrigued by the Clutch which Dali used to symbolise death or resurrection. Each time she came across the clutch in his work, she would exclaim "death!". She said it struck fear in her.

We spent 4 fruitful hours in the museum, and many more reminiscing the experience. Alyssa wore the moustache on the way home.