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4/16/2009 Are you addicted?Take the test. Are you addicted to the internet? record your answers to these questions and think about whether you are addicted
The Symptoms
spare you with the long and winding article, here are some hightlights: ......potentially life-altering addictions...... ......up to 10% of users had a dependency that could be as destructive as drug addiction and alcoholism ......it is a kind of psychological violence affecting our young ......people who became excessive gamers typically had been bullied or suffered anxiety or depression ......it is a substantial disorder. there are the same reward pathways that you see in substance addiction ......up to 30% of internet gamers played in a way that was harmful to their phsychological development. there people are often monodimensional, they have no balance or variety in their lives
ok, i am typing this while nick is playing his thomas computer game on the other computer right next to me. mmmmmmm.............. what if this is the only peace and quiet time you can get? do i or do i not let him play? Single sex or co-edco-ed vs single sex
what do you think?
here are some arguments
single sex
pros:
cons:
co-ed
pros:
cons:
3/13/2009 I kissed my baby last nightI opened my eyes, realised I was lying in bed sleeping, so all the hoo-ha-s running about the shopping centre chasing after the manager on duty was just a dream, phew, relieved as that meant they didn't really confiscate my belongings due to me forgetting my password (yeah yeah one of those dreams).
now there was something caught my eyes, a golden arch (no, not the macca's one haha), that was the arch from Alastair's baby gym. now i felt rather strange, why would i put the baby gym in bed and even slept on top of it? hummmmmmm....
looked a little further, it took me by surprise. there was this fine young man standing at the foot of my bed. he seemed in his late teen, neatly cut black hair, a bright red polo top, who was this young man and why was he here? I reached out, cupped his face and pulled him closer, and closer, gosh there was a little resemblance of Al between his eyes, I pulled his face even closer, suddenly I heard my own voice "no this is not Al, you are Dominic". He looked into my eyes with a hint of smile on his face. I could feel his skin under my fingers, closer and closer until our faces touched, I dropped a little kiss on the tip of his nose.
then suddenly he's gone. I woke up, staring at the empty bedroom, this hollow feeling washed over me again and again while i was struggling to regain my composure. I miss him so much. I am scared with time passing by, one day he will fade into the background, i will no longer remember what he looked like, how he felt like in my arms. If only I can bottle that moment, that memory.
p.s. Nick just gave me a cuddle and asked me 'what is it?', i told him my dream and how much i miss dominic. he said, 'mummy don't be sad, i am sure you will be fine. this (his toy jingle bell) will cheer you up.'. he is so sweet. days like this, i often throw the parenting rules out of the window, let nick have shapes and fanta for lunch, and take him out buying him another piece of toy. guess this is the way how i make it up to dominic for not being able to be with him.
p.p.s. dom is definitely growing up in my dreams, a baby, a toddler, now a teenager. he is quite handsome and i don't think i am biased :) 3/5/2009 my 'four weddings and a funeral' momentwaking up this morning, the house was quiet, phew, great! both boys were still asleep. yay! did a stretch in bed, rolling around enjoying the rare moment of peace and quiet. casually looked at the clock, for a moment my brain went blank, still half sleep, tick tick tick, suddenly the glowing red digits registered in my mind, it was 9.11am!!!! and what's worse? nick's kinder class started at 9.30am.
if you remember that classic scenes from 'four weddings and a furneral', let me tell ya, life certainly does imitate arts. here was me hopping out of bed, F!@$ F!@$ F!@$, ran to nick's room, woke him up, raced to the kitchen to prepare snack box, no time for breakfast, gave nick a pack of up and go instead (liquidised milk and cereal for those who dont know), brushed his teeth, washed his face, dressed him, grabbed Al out of cot (thank god he was awake by then), and rushed out of the door. i was in my semi PJ, teeth not brushed, face not wiped, hair not combed, on top of that i was absolutely starving, hahaha, but we made it! arrived at kinder right on time, how brilliant was that?!! so proud of myself, lol 3/4/2009 the KippersI love this :)
as a genX, like most of my peer, we take pride in being independent. apprently we are the dying breed!
look at genY, here are some names for them:
kippers = kids in parents' pockets eroding retirement savings
boomerang kids
adultescents
basement dwellers
time has changed!! |
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