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2 Aug Super Sunday Giveway

Still Superdad here – it’s a Super Sunday Giveaway – geddit? I’ll be doing the giveaways so as to create more positive attributed feelings towards malekind as a whole and fathers in particular.

I promised you this would be good.

In Singapore, the most popular way to date is perhaps going to the movies, followed closely by watching pirated DVDs of the same movies in mind (not that I condone it, tsk tsk).  Between the two of us,  we kinda have a special place for Serendipity as our first ever date movie.

serendipity

It was a really sweet movie and Kate Beckinsale looked absolutely stunning. Notice I make no mention of John Cusack. More importantly, overwhelmed by the sheer romantic vibe emitting from the screen throughout the show, the Wife (or just the Girl in the Yellow Tee back then) was vulnerable and caught unawares when I decided to hold her hand. Of course I was pretty nervous and my palms were sweaty and it kind of slid off after that but it was the first move and not a bad one. Unfortunately once we got together the first show we watched as a couple was actually Jet Lee’s the One – it was horrendous but i guess memorable in its own way nonetheless and the title makes it easier to remember in the “know your spouse” sections of those crap-cheesy family funathons thingee.

But enough about our sex life. So…

What is your favourite date movie of all time?

Because if you share that with us by leaving a comment with your name (a nick would do), your email address (this has to be real so we can contact you) and of course, your favourite date movie of all time (details would be great but not necessary) you’ll stand to win a…*drumroll*

$28 Golden Village Movie Card!

Red Giftcard

Apologies to all non-Singapore readers, you probably wouldn’t want this and I definitely do not want to bear the cost of shipping this to you as that would far exceed the value of this card and ultimately you’ll like,  flip this into the trash mumbling to yourself  “Hmmph, i didn’t know Singaporeans were that third-world, they actually have PHONE CARDS as a giveaway. And I don’t care if they’re golden or not but VILLAGES?  I should probably adopt a child from the bronze range.” But you can still leave a comment  about your favourite date movies because third-world as we may be we do have movie screens here, except that they are no bigger than 14 inches and we have to gather in groups of twenty or so in our respective clans to catch another rerun of The Shining when the transceiver/scrambler picks it up on a clear day.

Anyhow, the giveaway runs for a week and closes on Sunday 9 August (Good Lord, that’s Singapore’s National Day! All heil the Emperor Prime Minister!) @ 2359 hours sharp. We’ll arbitrarily pick a winner based on completely random and undisclosed criteria (deal with it) and announce it on our 10 August post. Initially I wanted to make the whole thing a ‘best comment’ thingee but the  Wife was like let’s not discriminate against those who may not be particularly adept at writing and I’m all like “now that’s a discriminatory remark toward your readers who I’m sure are all PMEBs and would have written NYT best selling books in their spare time if they had any.”

Also, we’re not sure if we’re able to keep giving stuff away every Sunday unless you guys want stuff like spare Benedictine DOM which I’m told is as high in alcoholic content as a Jack Daniel’s (hmm, that explains that night on 4 May).  If you’re an advertiser out there and not Benedictine DOM, you are welcome to send us an email here.

In the odd chance that you may have forgotten what this giveaway was about – comments please to the question –

What is your favourite date movie of all time?

P.S As this is our first giveaway ever if the contest seems glaringly illogical or flawed or racist please drop us an email discretely at the contact me form.

P.P.S We’re STILL going to arbitrarily pick the winner so if you have an issue with that DO NOT click the “Contact Me” form nor leave a comment, rather,  email us at hatemail@motherinc.org because that’s where hatemails go to die.

and the first winner goes to..

“Seven. Not a typical romance flick but it was my first date movie so it will always have some significance and brings back memories.”

ok, i’m not sure, but i think its the movie with the scene below and also Gwyneth Paltrow’s head in a box.

seven

If a guy can bring you on Seven for a first date (I know for a fact the Wife walked out on this one) and you end up marrying him and having his children – hey, you deserve the GV movie card for more date movies in the vein of Drag Me to Hell and Exorcist.

Congratulations to lilsnooze on winning the first Super Sunday Giveaway!


kids inc

Mommy’s little girl

It’s amazing how being awake at 3 in the morning can give you immense clarity on things. Here I am half asleep and stoned out of my mind, hoping I don’t somehow spasm and drop the baby while I feed her. With one hand I’m holding her bottle, and with the other, I’m stroking her head to induce sleepiness so she will fall right back asleep after her feed (I’m a genius like that).

And as I’m holding her, it hits me that I now have a little girl in my arms. Ever since the delivery, I’ve been so caught up with the baby blues and the crying and exhaustion that I haven’t had time to really take in the awesomeness of it all.

my-girl-2

With Tru, I feel awfully proud all the time. Like he’s the coolest, cheekiest, most charming boy I’ve ever seen, and I can’t help feeling like one proud mama. He’s all ruddy and scruffy and I know that someday soon, he’ll be too big to my Mommy’s boy. Which is fine by me, cos who wants a namby pamby boy anyway? I’d much rather he goes out to explore the world and come home regaling stories of his adventures.

tru-ride

But now, holding my baby girl, I feel incredibly overwhelmed. She’s so girly and sweet and she’s got this lovely way of looking at me like I mean the world to her. She’s got daddy’s eyes, Tru’s nose and mommy’s drop-dead gorgeous everything else. She’s going to grow up to be a heartbreaker, and we’ll have to have to fight off boys till she’s 25. Or 45. Whichever comes later. Girls are different because she will always be Mommy’s little princess. Even when she’s all grown up and has her own kids, I would still shower her with hugs and kisses and we’ll have long chats over coffee by the fireplace (I’m thinking Lake Tahoe). I’m looking forward to those.

I often wondered before she was born if I would have enough love for the both of them, and whether I’d be able to divide it equally between them. Now I realize that you somehow find it within you to love them more that you ever thought possible. So I’m losing my sleep and a little bit of my sanity. I have been showered with all sorts of bodily fluids. I’m carrying the kids so much that I have lost all feeling in my arms (and they are also scarily muscular). But I’m their mommy, so I’ll suck it up and keep going in exchange for some hugs and kisses.

So before the madness begins again, I have to capture the moment and write this down. It’ll be all hands on deck when they wake up in the morning, so for now, I’m savoring the moment for just a little longer.

pregnancy, sexytime

Two is enough…for now.

jon_and_kate_plus8

Jon and Kate plus 8. I'll get there, someday..

With 2 pregnancies back to back, I’ve been pregnant for so long I can’t remember what it feels like not to be pregnant. To wear regular clothes and dye my hair and bend over to cut my toenails without passing out. And I’ve been telling everyone who will listen that I NEED A BREAK. My body is screaming out for some respite and I have this nagging suspicion that it will go on strike if I have a third kid. Like completely break down and refuse to work.

Just the other day my mom (who adores kids) told me flat out that if I had another kid, Grandma won’t be coming to the rescue. There’s no way she’s watching 3 kids while I head out for my weekly movie breaks.

And I ended up having this totally weirdish conversation with her in the kitchen. Cos it’s always awkward talking to your mom about the details of your very active sex life.

Mom: You should consider some contraceptive methods after you give birth.

Me: *mumbles* Yeah, we’ll look into it.

Mom: It’s important to do some family planning, like see what options are available.

Me: *mumbles some more* Uh, yeah, I know.

She probably had a lot more to say, but I had to make a hasty getaway before the conversation ended up something like “Mommy’s favorite contraceptive was…” Ok, TOO. MUCH. INFORMATION.

That being said, I am definitely going to have some serious contraceptive plan after I pop (which will be reserved for another post) because I cannot handle having a third kid, at least not in the next 3 years. I need my life back. But the totally freaky thing is that I’ve been having this recurrent dream that almost immediately after Kirsten in born, I’m preggers again.

So in my dream I’m holding the pregnancy test strip and there’s that plus sign which means positive and I’m freaking out at the husband (it will be all his fault if it happens) and screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO” at the top of my lungs.

And you’d think the dream ends there, but then it continues and suffice to say, at the end of the dream, I look like a cross between a hobo and Helena Bonham Carter, except with crazier hair and bloodshot eyes.

Repeat after me. Not going to happen.