It’s Pi Day!

“Each year, March 14 is Pi Day, in honor of the mathematical constant. Saturday is the once-in-a-century event when the year, ’15, brings the full date in line with the first five digits of pi’s decimal expansion — 3.1415. Typical celebrations revolve around eating pies and composing “pi-kus” (haikus with three syllables in the first line, one in the second and four in the third). But perhaps a better way to commemorate the day is by trying to grasp what pi truly is, and why it remains so significant.”

Manil Suri, Don’t Expect Math to Make Sense, The New York Times

Dear Pi, tell
I’m still trying.

Do read Manil Suri’s piece in The NYT. It’s informative, but not the boring kind. I still don’t quite figure his last statement in his article though. And I bet I won’t ever figure it out. Haha.

Happy Pi Day, everyone!

Wake Up Call


the early bird catches the worm

Since yesterday was a holiday, owing to the Chinese New Year, no noise was heard from the kitchen at six o’clock in the morning. An hour and a half later though, Hulk made a racket of his own.

“Wake up,”he nudged me with his feeding bottle. “I’m awake. Tita…My eyes are open.. I’m awake.”

He continued to nudge me with the bottle and patted my cheeks with his hands, but I was too sleepy.

“So?” I said, turning away. I couldn’t even bother to open my eyes.

“I want to go outside.”

“No. Go back to sleep.” And then his feeding bottle landed on my face.

Hulk’s First Ash Wednesday

Yesterday was the start of Lent season. Everyone in the Roman Catholic church, except for kids who haven’t taken their communion, are supposed to attend mass and have their foreheads marked with the sign of a cross with ash. It’s a time of reflection on Jesus’ journey and passion.

But I didn’t. Hulk did, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

Later this morning, my mom and I were sitting in the living room when he asked, “Ma, do I have school today?”

“No,you don’t.”

“But I have to go to school,” he reasoned with both his hands on his waist.

“What will you do there when you don’t even have classes?”

He drew a cross in the middle of his forehead, “like this.” We can’t help but giggle with his imitation of a priest celebrating Ash Wednesday.

“That was yesterday,” mom explained. “We don’t have it today.”

This time his face was indignant, “Teacher Che said so.”

“No, she didn’t. Besides, Teacher Che isn’t at school today.”

With that, Hulk went on to play with his toys.

Single, unemployed, homeless and broaching 30. Failing miserably at life?


In my early 20’s I was sure I had my life all mapped out. By the age of 30 I was going to have made my way to the top of the Alfred Hospital’s Dietetic Department, be well and truly married and about to pop out a baby or two. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that nearing 30 (OK so I am 29 this year) I would be single, unemployed and homeless with all my worldly belongings consolidated to a few boxes here and there scattered across Melbourne. If I had of known I was to become nothing more than a transient wandering the earth I think I would have just put myself out of my misery right there and then. But that is the beauty of life, it takes on you wild adventures you could never have dreamed you would want.

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