Defining what made my day....
Yesterday morning I had a weird sense of satisfaction when I chased after Bus 238 in Toa Payoh. And caught it! I was on my way to Subaru's new service centre to pick up Tim's car. The day before I had proudly acquired my very own EZ link card and put it to good use.

I was also amazed that it only took 30 minutes on the buses 157 & 238 to get from my place (near Eng Neo Ave) to Toa Payoh Lorong 8. That's 5 stars for Singapore's public transport system. Very good. I am so proud. Cheap and good. Fast. Makes me wonder if I should take the bus instead of drive....and always paying for overpriced parking everywhere.

For a change I watched some TV and caught two shows for the first time.

That Mindfreak show by Criss Angel. That fellow looks awful. Hard not to notice that huge cross he has dangling over his chest. Given equal display with his own logo.....a round thingy with a cursive A on it. Looks dubious to me. It's disturbing watching him do his stuff....precognition, seemingly impossible magic tricks. He dared his friend to hit him with a car....and the wall behind him crumbled but he was unscathed. I don't know what the deal is. What awful pact he must have made with the fork holding and two horned variety. Don't want to know.

I was thoroughly amused & captivated by an English show titled Super Nanny. She came to the rescue of a young couple with a bratty 4 yr old kid and his twin 15th month old siblings. Television footage showed this toddler pushing and shoving his siblings. He was totally bratty and rude to his parents. They were on extreme ends of parenting styles. The mother was a total pushover. The dad had zero tolerance. They were confusing their kids.

The thing that stood out for me was how resilient & malleable our children are. They are always ready to change to the way we parent. Guess there's not much choice. But in many ways, they are our victims as we learn to parent. Like my friend mentioned what I thought was an astute observation years ago. There aren't really any bad children. It's the parents. There are bad parents.