Part 12 and the last part of our ACM trip. This one is a medley of some Chinese porcelain and furniture and some Indonesian shadow puppets.






Part 12 and the last part of our ACM trip. This one is a medley of some Chinese porcelain and furniture and some Indonesian shadow puppets.






Purple Hibiscus – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Fifteen-year-old Kambili’s world is circumscribed by the high walls and frangipani trees of her family compound. Her wealthy Catholic father, under whose shadow Kambili lives, while generous and politically active in the community, is repressive and fanatically religious at home.
When Nigeria begins to fall apart under a military coup, Kambili’s father sends her and her brother away to stay with their aunt, a University professor, whose house is noisy and full of laughter. There, Kambili and her brother discover a life and love beyond the confines of their father’s authority. The visit will lift the silence from their world and, in time, give rise to devotion and defiance that reveal themselves in profound and unexpected ways.
This is a book about the promise of freedom; about the blurred lines between childhood and adulthood; between love and hatred, between the old gods and the new.
Yesterday morning, almost as soon as we woke up, we got news that S’ uncle who was hospitalised passed away in the hospital. This uncle had been sick for a while now and this latest attack of pneumonia and heart failure made him so weak and unresponsive that his body gave up the fight! It was chaotic, to say the least, and I am super exhausted with everything!
For a long time now, I had been suffering from a bout of a very localised eczema and it was so bad that I was literally spamming cream every 30 minutes to get some relief. I had been prescribed some steroid cream a couple of months back but didn’t want to continue to take them for long. Last week, my primary care physician whom I see for my diabetes management asked me to see another doctor in the same practice who is also a qualified dermatologist and who finally gave me some creams and antihistamines which made a huge difference to my condition. I can finally see the end of the tunnel…
Tomorrow is a public holiday here in Singapore on account of Labour Day and I for one, am looking forward to sleeping in. Today is also the last day of April and this marks two years of unemployment!
Exams started on Friday for GG and will start from tomorrow
GG also fell sick the day before her exams started because she sat next to two classmates who had a cold. I really need to start working on her immune system, probably a project for next month.
As for BB, he is still not taking things seriously. What I’ve done now is tell him target marks I want from him for his core Maths and Science subjects. The number of marks he gets less than that will be the number of pages of an assessment book he has to do daily once the marks come in. Lets see how he reacts to this. He is smart, but lazy, so I do know he can achieve what I ask him to do!
Ok, back to my work as a mum. Have a happy Sunday people!
Anil’s Ghost – Michael Ondaatje
Anil’s Ghost transports us to Sri Lanka, a country steeped in centuries of tradition, now forced into the late twentieth century by the ravages of civil war. Into this maelstrom steps Anil Tissera, a young woman born in Sri Lanka, educated in England and America, who returns to her homeland as a forensic anthropologist sent by an international human rights group to discover the source of the organised campaigns of murder engulfing the island. What follows is a story about love, about family, about identity, about the unknown enemy, about the quest to unlock the hidden past–a story propelled by a riveting mystery. Unfolding against the deeply evocative background of Sri Lanka’s landscape and ancient civilisation, Anil’s Ghost is a literary spellbinder–Michael Ondaatje’s most powerful novel yet.