What makes a partner change? Is it because he's bored with his other half or, is it because the other half has changed him?
I think my partner has changed a lot. Sometimes, I feel I don't know him anymore. Like a stranger. Like someone whom I've not been living with for almost 7 years.
Or is it me who has changed or have too high an expectation???
I sometimes wish we were like we were six or seven years ago, plus A and Sy, of course.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Watch out the kids and the lift!
Sy has become so fascinated by lifts, escalators or any moving staircases since he was 2. I think it's normal for toddlers, especially a boy, to be so interested in them. I was just like him when I was a kid. Only, during my time, the only opportunity to be in a lift was when I visited sick relatives at the then-known KT General Hospital or when I myself had to be forced to visit a doctor at the hospital. That was the closest I could get near or in a lift!
But my son Sy has to live with lifts everyday and everytime we want to move up and down to and from our house. Still, the fascination has not stopped. Until today, he and sister A still fight over who should press the button outside and who should go in first and press the button inside the lift. My son always ends up being the 'loser' as he is smaller and weaker than the sister. He usually 'proves' his dissatisfaction by crying her heart out, loud and clear. But there are also many days he gets his hand on the buttons easily, just because A happens to have no mood for anything. Six-years-old A can get very moody for no reason sometimes!!
Sound cute eh ... two kids fighting over who could 'control' a lift. But, beware! the fascination can endanger children like them. Not from the lift itself sometimes, but from the situation that could arise from such fascination.
According to news paper reports, two days ago a 3-years-old child had fallen to his death from the seventh floor of a condominium. This case seems to have not much to do with a kid's fascination with a lift. Rather, it was probably due to his or his mother's fear or moment of carelessness. But still, it involved a lift. Reports said the poor child, his mother and her friend were about to take a lift down after visiting the child's grandmother who lives in one of the units at the condo. When the lift doors opened, the poor child rushed in. But the doors just snapped back very fast leaving the mother and her friend outside and the child alone in the lift.
The mother panicked and quickly took the stairs down, hoping to catch the lift on time while screaming his name hysterically. The lift stopped somewhere between second and seventh floor. But the mother couldn't figure that as she was probably stopping at each floor to get the son.
Only Allah knows what had really happened, but from the reports, I figure the poor baby came out from the lift, looking frantically for the mother. He heard his mother's scream and started searching for her. But in tall buildings, locating where a voice came from was already difficult for adults, let alone for a 3-years-old boy.
Around him was all concrete wall and the only opening is the one-metre safety railing. He then climbed the railing, hoping to see the mother, as he had probably heard the mother from a lower floor. But, still only God knows how it had actually happened, he had fallen to his death. Poor baby... poor, poor boy.
Some said it was impossible for the boy to have climbed the railing as he was not even one-metre tall. But I've seen the railing and I think it's possible because there are few gaps that could fit a boy of a 3-years-old size. Furthermore, the few horizontal bars fitted on the railing would have allowed to the boy to climb higher.
Whatever had happened, it was such a tragic death. My deepest sympathy to Mrs Pua, the mother, and his father and all who have loved him.
This incident is almost similar to what has happened to Sy. Only, there was an angel in the form of a lady who had bumped into Sy and wouldn't have allowed him to climb the corridor wall, had he ever thought of doing that.
Sy went into the ascending lift on his own from our 10th floor and the lift stopped at 13th floor. In panic, I started taking the stairs up and stopped at every floor. Although I heard him crying, I could not really locate where he was. At the same time, I was also screaming his name almost hysterically. But somehow, while running up the stairs I realised that I should not be screaming as that would make my son panic even more and prompt him to do something unthinkable. So I lowered my voice and tried calling his name just a little bit louder than normal so that he could hear me.
Thanks Allah, he was safe, and was being consoled by the kind-hearted lady when I found him. I thanked the lady profusely and swore at myself big time for being so careless. But, scold me, yes scold me, there was actually the second incident. I figure because Sy likes the lift such much he just couldn't stop from stepping in, even without 'the very slow' me with him. This time the lift went straight downstairs. Luckily, the other lift came just right on time. And I took it straight to the ground floor because I was confident that at that time, there was no other people taking the lift. I found him wailing and pacing up and down in front the lift, looking so hopeless, small and vulnerable.
That was the last 'lifty' incident happened to Sy. Although his interest in anything 'lifty' remains huge, he is now 4 years old and knows very well that he must wait for me before stepping into any lift. Besides, the 'fierce' and stronger sister is always with him.
But I've learned something from that.
When your child adventures alone in a lift, don't panic. Look at the digital indicator of the lift to check if it is going up or down. Find the stairs and run as fast as you could up or down the stairs. Yes, stop at every level to check where the the lift stops. Don't scream. Because if you do, your child will panic even more. If you need to call his name, just call a little bit louder but calmly. If he can hear you, tell him to just stay where he is and you would get him very soon. If you find other people you can trust, ask them to help you too and inform the authority. And don't forget to PRAY. Yes, PRAY in your heart that he/she is safe.
The most important thing is, BE CALM, and RUN and ACT FAST!!.
But my son Sy has to live with lifts everyday and everytime we want to move up and down to and from our house. Still, the fascination has not stopped. Until today, he and sister A still fight over who should press the button outside and who should go in first and press the button inside the lift. My son always ends up being the 'loser' as he is smaller and weaker than the sister. He usually 'proves' his dissatisfaction by crying her heart out, loud and clear. But there are also many days he gets his hand on the buttons easily, just because A happens to have no mood for anything. Six-years-old A can get very moody for no reason sometimes!!
Sound cute eh ... two kids fighting over who could 'control' a lift. But, beware! the fascination can endanger children like them. Not from the lift itself sometimes, but from the situation that could arise from such fascination.
According to news paper reports, two days ago a 3-years-old child had fallen to his death from the seventh floor of a condominium. This case seems to have not much to do with a kid's fascination with a lift. Rather, it was probably due to his or his mother's fear or moment of carelessness. But still, it involved a lift. Reports said the poor child, his mother and her friend were about to take a lift down after visiting the child's grandmother who lives in one of the units at the condo. When the lift doors opened, the poor child rushed in. But the doors just snapped back very fast leaving the mother and her friend outside and the child alone in the lift.
The mother panicked and quickly took the stairs down, hoping to catch the lift on time while screaming his name hysterically. The lift stopped somewhere between second and seventh floor. But the mother couldn't figure that as she was probably stopping at each floor to get the son.
Only Allah knows what had really happened, but from the reports, I figure the poor baby came out from the lift, looking frantically for the mother. He heard his mother's scream and started searching for her. But in tall buildings, locating where a voice came from was already difficult for adults, let alone for a 3-years-old boy.
Around him was all concrete wall and the only opening is the one-metre safety railing. He then climbed the railing, hoping to see the mother, as he had probably heard the mother from a lower floor. But, still only God knows how it had actually happened, he had fallen to his death. Poor baby... poor, poor boy.
Some said it was impossible for the boy to have climbed the railing as he was not even one-metre tall. But I've seen the railing and I think it's possible because there are few gaps that could fit a boy of a 3-years-old size. Furthermore, the few horizontal bars fitted on the railing would have allowed to the boy to climb higher.
Whatever had happened, it was such a tragic death. My deepest sympathy to Mrs Pua, the mother, and his father and all who have loved him.
This incident is almost similar to what has happened to Sy. Only, there was an angel in the form of a lady who had bumped into Sy and wouldn't have allowed him to climb the corridor wall, had he ever thought of doing that.
Sy went into the ascending lift on his own from our 10th floor and the lift stopped at 13th floor. In panic, I started taking the stairs up and stopped at every floor. Although I heard him crying, I could not really locate where he was. At the same time, I was also screaming his name almost hysterically. But somehow, while running up the stairs I realised that I should not be screaming as that would make my son panic even more and prompt him to do something unthinkable. So I lowered my voice and tried calling his name just a little bit louder than normal so that he could hear me.
Thanks Allah, he was safe, and was being consoled by the kind-hearted lady when I found him. I thanked the lady profusely and swore at myself big time for being so careless. But, scold me, yes scold me, there was actually the second incident. I figure because Sy likes the lift such much he just couldn't stop from stepping in, even without 'the very slow' me with him. This time the lift went straight downstairs. Luckily, the other lift came just right on time. And I took it straight to the ground floor because I was confident that at that time, there was no other people taking the lift. I found him wailing and pacing up and down in front the lift, looking so hopeless, small and vulnerable.
That was the last 'lifty' incident happened to Sy. Although his interest in anything 'lifty' remains huge, he is now 4 years old and knows very well that he must wait for me before stepping into any lift. Besides, the 'fierce' and stronger sister is always with him.
But I've learned something from that.
When your child adventures alone in a lift, don't panic. Look at the digital indicator of the lift to check if it is going up or down. Find the stairs and run as fast as you could up or down the stairs. Yes, stop at every level to check where the the lift stops. Don't scream. Because if you do, your child will panic even more. If you need to call his name, just call a little bit louder but calmly. If he can hear you, tell him to just stay where he is and you would get him very soon. If you find other people you can trust, ask them to help you too and inform the authority. And don't forget to PRAY. Yes, PRAY in your heart that he/she is safe.
The most important thing is, BE CALM, and RUN and ACT FAST!!.
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