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When Leo Babauta of the wildly-successful zenhabits blog wrote a post to ask for tips to keep travel simple, I posted my favourite.
Wet wipes.
The suggestion was eventually included in the final 36 tips but I can’t claim to be the only reader who suggested it. Way before mine, someone else suggested baby wipes. I’m just happy it’s included in the final list of 36 tips.
I swear by them. Wet wipes. Especially for travelling, when I usually have a small packet somewhere in the carry-on bag. They’re great for when you’re far away from clean water to moisten a tissue to wipe something.
But not just for travelling. Anywhere, anytime. I even have a pack in my car. Which was a good thing last Saturday when my brother, on a weekend visit from Singapore, found a dried glob of spit on his shoe. We were leaving after his afternoon visiting with mother (I’d arrived to fetch him after attending the Readings at Seksan’s). Apparently, Grace had been spitting on the floor all afternoon. Not just on the floor, as we found out.
“Never mind, I have wet wipes in the car,” I told him.
“What wet wipes? Where got wet?” he asked when I gave him one in the car a short while later.
Okay, lah - so it’s not dripping wet. To be more accurate, it’s moist. But enough to do the job it’s supposed to do.
Speaking of wet wipes, I get mine from Tesco. Hypo-allergenic. Alcohol free. Fragrance free. They used to be available in a pack of three - two big packs and a smaller, travel-size pack. “Used to” cuz I couldn’t find them the last two times I was there. I only saw the small travel-size ones. Hopefully, just temporarily out-of-stock, but soon to be available again.
Years ago, when my brother started living and working in Singapore, he rented a room with a family with two boys. He told me the younger boy said his favourite food was taufu, which he preferred to chicken “because no need to chew, can just swallow.”
In my case, my favourite lunch is a toasted cheese sandwich, because no need to use knife to spread on bread. But that’s just me …
I’m reminded of a fable my mother told me when I was a kid. There was this man who was so lazy to get his own food that when his wife went away, she tied a huge biscuit to his neck that he could eat easily. She came home to find him dead because he’d nibbled the biscuit to his limit and was too lazy to stretch further to eat more.
Sorry for this crazy post, which I’m writing as I eat my toasted cheese sandwich. And please don’t ask me what’s the moral in the fable my mother told me. I can’t remember.
I’m talking about Chinese New Year songs here.
Cousin Robert remarked that they are like Christmas songs - we’ve been hearing the same Chinese New Year songs ever since we were young. I agree with him - the singers may be different, but the songs are always the same.
You hear them blaring out in the shopping complexes. I wouldn’t call any of them my favourites, but they do have a way of sticking in the mind, much like nursery rhymes.
Right now, I have one going on and on in my head, and for some reason, I’m hearing “Frosty the Snowman” in it, too - are they that alike??
On google chat with BD, fellow gadget-olic:
BD: Hey, how’s your Zen keeping?
C: My Zen is still going strong. Impressed a friend with it recently when I logged in and showed her her blog on it!
BD: Don’t understand the showing your friend’s blog bit..
C (after re-reading earlier part of chat): Sorry, I got my Zen and my TX mixed up. LOL!
BD: Grrr…!
C: It was the TX I was showing my friend’s blog on. I haven’t used my Zen for a while, but recently took it out to use again.
BD: I can’t live without my iPod
The Zen is an MP3 player (full name: Creative Zen Xtra), while the TX is a Palm PDA with built-in wi-fi
