Ashley, in my footsteps

Last Saturday, 29th August 2008, Ashley woke up asking to get her ears pierced. This is the second attempt. Last December, I took her to Poh Kong in Seremban and had her ears pierced. She had been asking for earrings because she was always fascinated with the dangling earrings that I put on for church or outings. (I LOVE earrings and I collect them as my hobby). She was happy with her star shaped earrings but clever mummy here took them out for washing after 1 month. Since then she refused to let me put them back and needless to say, the piercing sealed back.

I thought of giving her some time before trying to get her ears pierced again. Next Chinese New Year was my target. But last Saturday, she just asked to get her ears pierced! Since she asked for it, I was only too happy to fulfill her request. She was all calm and steady when we reached the salon. She was swirling in her chair and picked her pink earrings all by herself. Then, the ladies took out the piercing guns. She started to well up but still didn't make a sound. I distracted her by asking her to tell me stories about her crocodiles. Btw, Ashley LOVES her crocodiles and she has an extensive collection of crocodile toys. Then "pop" and her ears were pierced. She cried out and was crying non-stop for a good 10 minutes. We tried to soothe her by bribing her with chocolate, and took her to "kedai 2 ringgit" to look for another toy crocodile. After 10 minutes, she stopped crying and told us that it doesn't hurt anymore and that she doesn't need another toy crocodile! So, I guess it must have been real tears and pain there for a good 10 minutes.

We did buy her more crocodile toys. She is very pleased with her earrings this round and she asked my mum to buy her a teddy bear shaped earring when I called home to tell them the "news". So, for Christmas, Ashley is getting herself a pair of pooh bear earrings from Poh Kong. She was so brave through the ordeal and so matured in her response to the whole thing. Once again, I am very proud of my baby who is turning into a little lady day by day.

I am missing those girlie nights.

This week in particular, I am missing my girlie nights very much. I remember those days before Ashley came into the picture, I would normally hang out with my girlfriends once or twice a week. We will have dinner together, window shop (always ended up buying something of course), exercised or jogged together, went for movies or just "lepak" in one of our houses and chat until late at night. It was so fun and refreshing because one gets to live out the "girlish-ness" though we were all full grown young adults and married.

I am not indicating that I regretted having Ashley or that she is a burden to me. It is just one of those honest desires I have at this particular time. I don't really have anyone to hang out with for girlie nights now. Perhaps because of my current phase of being a stay home mum to a young child, most of my friends are in similar stage. I understand that it is hard to leave one's child with someone else, or even missing out spending time with one's hubby, or there are still 1001 chores to get done. Living in the suburb and having all the shops closing at 6pm don't really help too. Of course the church organizes ladies' night out, tea parties, craft nights etc., but those aren't the girlie nights I was hoping for. The crazy and fun side of me is just waiting to come out!

I am a little frustrated and missing Malaysia (where I still have single and "happening" friends to hang out with) a teeny weeny bit right now. Hopefully, I will get some girlie pampering tomorrow and it might cure my "sickness". If not, I shall have to wait for a couple more years when my girl will be "old" enough to have a girlie outing with her "still hot" mamma!

Ashley's reached another milestone

Ashley had always been a clingy baby. Perhaps I was too protective of her or perhaps because I am a stay home mum, she is so used to have me with her all the time. I remember the first trip when we flew to Australia. I was literally carrying her in my arms throughout the entire 8 hours flight. A lovely air stewardess looked at me kindly and commented, "This must be your first child". Thinking back, she must have thought what an ignorant mum I was.

I do enjoy staying home with my girl. I get to watch her growth and mold her character (whatever that was not already inborn), discipline her and loving her. However, the downside of being a stay home new mum was that Ashley became too clingy to me. She was not playing well with other kids in the playgroup for the first 6 months, always wanting to play with me. She couldn't stay in the creche (Sunday school) by herself and either hubby or I have to forgo the sermon to be with her in the creche. I was getting frustrated and worried if she will ever be independent enough when the 2nd baby comes or even when it is time for her to start pre-school. A friend suggested to send Ashley to childcare, to help her be more independent before the baby comes. I was a little distressed thinking about her crying and wailing at the childcare. I don't want her to be traumatized by the experience of going to childcare, which might "scar" her future attempts to be independent at school, work etc.

Last weekend, our church organized an Indian Food Festival as a way to connect with the community. I was very busy helping out Sylvia with the cooking and preparation. Bec, my wonderful friend suggested to me to drop Ashley off at her place for a couple of hours so I can concentrate on helping Sylvia. I did and I was surprised Ashley stayed at Bec's for the entire 3 hours! She even refused to come home with me at the end of it. Bec told me she never cry one bit and was perfectly well behaved. I was so proud of my girl. Watching her playing with Harry, I suddenly realised that my girl is growing up to another level. Today at Bible Study, I asked her if she would like to play with her friends at the creche. She said yes and stayed down at the hall for 2 hours. This is the first time I could concentrate 100% on the Bible study with no distraction. It was such a feat, every mother in the BS was "celebrating" the moment.

Ashley still has got a couple of things to learn in the near future. Toilet training is one of my top priority. Yes, I might be anxious for her to reach the next milestone, but I have learned from this experience that a child learns at his or her own pace. There is no need to rush them, just gentle coaxing and they will get there in their own time.

Looking at her now, sitting next to me and eating her nuggets, I am filled with a surge of pride. My girl is growing up, and what a fine girl she is.....;-)

Details on my Swine Flu drama

I had the biggest drama with this swine flu episode. Well, technically I am not tested for swine flu so I am only a suspected swine flu victim. I made some mistakes which could get very serious and deathly but praise God, He looked after me. I want to just blog down my experience, hoping to educate others and as a reminder to myself.

Day 1- It was Friday and after watching the news about swine flu and pregnant women the day earlier, I decided to get myself checked for swine flu. I have been having runny nose for 5 days and have recently developed a cough. I was given the clear. By night, I was running a fever of 38 degrees.

Day 2- I went to the doctor and was given Tamiflu. He gave me a prescription for half the normal dose of antibiotics but told me to take it if my phlegm is not clear. Since I hardly cough out any phlegm, I decided to not take the antibiotic. I called my obstetrician and he told me to take some Panadol Sinus for my fever and blocked nose.

Day 3- I was feeling better when I woke up in the morning. But I was feeling unwell again by afternoon. I was coughing more and so I bought myself some chesty cough syrup. The pharmacist didn't ask me about other medication that I was taking. I took Panadol sinus for the 2nd time and I slept well.

Day 4- I was feeling well in the morning but I notice some fluid coming out of my lungs when I was coughing. There was some blood stain in my phlegm too. I decided to go see Ashley's doctor. She said my left lung was filled with phlegm and could lead to pneumonia. She gave me a prescription for full dosage of antibiotic. I casually told her about my other medication, Panadol Sinus and Chesty cough syrup. I was shocked when she told me that Panadol sinus is a no-no for pregnant women since it contains an active ingredient which increases the baby's heart rate. The cough syrup actually builds up phlegm in my chest to help me cough it out. So I have been taking counter active medication for the past 2 days. I am glad and thankful that I was prompted to go see the doctor today. I could have ended up having pneumonia, get hospitalized and maybe my life would be in grave danger!

Day 5- I was feeling better.

Day 6- I can't wait to get out of the house.

Day 7- I got out of the house!

I have not fully recovered yet but I am feeling much better than I have in days. I truly thank God that through all the mistakes that I have made, He preserved me. I could look back and regret all the "what if", and complain but I decided to thank Him for His timely intervention. This pregnancy is indeed a roller coaster ride, but God truly is Amazing. Jesus, Thank You.

A Beautiful Friendship

TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT .
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE


THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND ,

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE ..

THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH .

THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.

AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:

"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE"

THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?"

THE FRIEND REPLIED
"WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.

BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES
SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT"

LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.

Thank God for good doctor

Boo...hooo....Ashley is sick. I guess there is no escaping when 2 out of 3 in the family is sick. My little angel started coughing on Sunday night and by Monday mid-morning, she had a temperature of 38 degrees. I called hubby back from office so he could take her to the doctors.

But BAD news. Ashley's favourite doctor had left the practice and there is no way of knowing where she has gone to. Praise God Tex managed to google her on the internet and managed to get hold of her house number, which led us to her new office. It was the most pleasurable visit ever. This doctor was warm and intelligent, confident and sure, gentle and friendly. When we left the clinic, Ashley told Tex:"Daddy, Ashley likes doctor. Doctor always smile". For a 2 year old to say that, the doctor must have been pretty amazing huh?

Ashley is feeling better. Her temperature seems to have settled although she still looks tired, perhaps from fighting off the virus.

Lord, I pray for healing and protection for my family. Keep us healthy and strong. Amen.

I am in the swine flu statistic!

Last Friday hubby and I went to the doctor hoping to get tested for swine flu. We got the clear in the initial screening and all was well, or so I thought. By night time, I was down with fever. My temperature soared between 37.7 to 38 degrees. I tried to delay taking panadol since the temperature will be important for the doctor to diagnose me properly. By 2a.m., I was struggling so hard and I popped in one panadol and went to sleep.

Saturday morning came slow and dreary. I had to wait for almost 1 1/2 hour to see the doctor. I was feeling so sick and I must have looked really bad because I think I did scare away a few potential patients. I was dressed in my pajama and had a blanket wrapped around. When I am not in too much discomfort, I tried to keep my face mask on. This time round I was diagnosed to be a suspected swine flu victim. I was given Tamiflu tablets and panadol for the fever. It is hard to be sick when one is pregnant because one can't simply take any medication so the recovery process is a little longer than normal healthy people. I called up my obstetrician to be extra sure that the medication is alright for the baby. I truly praise God for a good obstetrician who always pick up my calls and ever so assuring.

The Tamiflu really works fast. I was feeling much better after a day and the fever seemed to have settled. I can't wait to get really well again because being this sick just doesn't suit me. I am of course quarantined for a week, so that is another big challenge for a "kaki jalan" like me. I want to thank the many people and friends who prayed and cared for me during this time of illness.

I thank God for Sylvia who prepared delicious and warm meals for us, Rebecca for her minestrone soup, friends and family who prayed and sent me get well wishes. A special thank you to my hubby for his love and care. I know I have been so difficult and demanding these past few days. Thank you for being patient and loving though I know you are tired and in need of a break yourself. I love you. A big hug to my little angel Ashley. You are mummy's best medicine. Thank you for being so understanding and behaving so well for daddy. Thank you for the kisses and flowers (though daddy forgot to pick them up for you). Mummy love you and will give you a big kiss once mummy is well ok? Finally a big thank you God, for Your healing power. Continue to protect the family and all my loved ones from this flu outbreak. Thank You for health. Amen.

My MIL's bread cake

My mother in law (MIL) is a great cook. From Chinese cuisines to western, main course to desserts, she is the expert in all. That explains why my hubby is a big guy! During our dating days, his mum always bake this bread cake for us. I remember allowing myself to eat only one small piece each time, hoping to stretch the yummy dessert over as long as I can.

When we moved to Australia, she passed me her recipe book and asked me to copy down whatever recipes I wanted since eating out is so expensive here in Australia. Of course one of the first recipe I looked out for was her bread cake. I have attempted to bake the cake but I always lacked one of the ingredients. Last week I was feeling very gung-ho and I have this craving for sweet desserts. I finally made the effort to give the bread cake a try. Result? It was great! My cake turned out so well. Other than being a little too sweet, hubby said it tasted just like the one his mum used to bake. I was so proud of myself. When I am in my baking mood, I can go on baking for days. Of course having appreciative eaters motivated me. Sylvia and Rebecca loved my cakes.

My next challenge is to try my hand on decorating the cakes. It would be a fun activity for me and my kids to play and experiment with icing and food colourings. Perhaps when I am really good at it, I might be able to generate some income from this little hidden passion of mine. Hehehehehe......

Swine flu scare

Hubby and I have been struck down with flu for the past one week. It was horrible because we couldn't rest properly at night and the weather had been extremely cold. Yesterday, the news was reporting of swine flu spread in Sydney's west with many pregnant mothers contracting it. One was even admitted to intensive care and the death toll has been rising. It was advice that pregnant women with any flu symptoms to go get themselves tested for swine flu. On top of that, one of hubby's colleague was confirmed positive with swine flu. All these factors gave me slight concern.

This morning hubby and I went to the doctor's, hoping to get tested for swine flu. However, the clinics weren't allowed to carry out swine flu test any longer because the labs were overwhelmed with the requests since the swine flu outbreak. The doctor is only allowed to screen the patients and for those who fall under vulnerable category will be given a shot of Tamiflu antiviral. Since none of us have got a fever, we were not eligible to get Tamiflu shots. In a way, it is a relief to know that we are not at risk of swine flu but at the same time, it puts me on tip toe to monitor my body temperature every few hours. Other than some homeopathy medication, all I can do is to let my body's immune system fight off the bug.

I really hope that we will be healthy soon. The blocked nose and bouts of coughing has been hurting my lungs and giving me trouble to have a good night's rest. Hopefully the cold weather will pass soon and the sun will shine bright and warm once again.

Movie Outing with Ashley and friends

It's school holidays again! That means we get to hang out and do stuff with Joanna (Ashley's adopted sister ;-)). Today, Bec and I took the kids for a bus ride and movie outing- Ice Age 3. Ashley was a little scared when we took her to the IMAX 2 months back. Perhaps it was the music when the predator captured the prey, perhaps it was the 3D effect. Ashley needed quite abit of soothing words from daddy and mummy to sit through the entire 40 minutes screening.

I prepared myself and Ashley for this trip. I repeatedly told her that we are going to the movies to watch dinosaurs. Tex put in Ice Age 1 & Ice Age 2 to get her interested in the upcoming Ice Age 3. Ashley seems to get the idea. She was all excited when she woke up this morning. Everything went smoothly from the start. The bus was right on time, the driver was friendly and very thoughtful of the kids, the kids well behaved, even the cinema was not too dimmed or loud for the kids. I was so proud of Ashley. She was obedient and sat quietly throughout the entire movie. She finished her popcorn and was calm even when the music was a bit "scary", especially when Rudy the dinosaur came chasing after Bug and his friends. She even ate her McD lunch by herself and finished all her food.

Overall it was a very good outing for us all. If she is this consistent (I know I am dreaming to expect a toddler to be consistent all the time), there will surely be more movie treats for her in the future.

Women and relationship.....

Lately, I have a girlfriend who entered into a wrong* relationship and ended up getting hurt badly. (*Spiritually incorrect) This is the 3rd girlfriend that I have "counseled", if I may use the word, just in this year alone. All my 3 girlfriends are gorgeous, confident, successful women in their late 20s. When they first met their respective ex-boyfriends, I have warned them of the outcome. Most of them have other friends and family members telling them the same things I did. Although I was flattered that they would ask for my opinion, I was terribly upset that their refused to listen. Their hearts were set to falling in love, with or without your "approval".

I remember how I struggled to be "happy" for them when they share their romantic stories with me. I know it wasn't right, yet I want to be part of their life since they are very close friends of mine. When I expressed my concerns, they always justified their actions and out of disappointment, I told them that when the day of "doom" arrive, I will throw the same words and warnings back to them because they took it upon themselves. Guess what, when those days arrived, I couldn't do what I wanted to do. Seeing their broken souls, all I can do is to cry with them and offer comforting words.

I was just thinking why my 3 friends are so desperate for love that they choose with their heart and not their mind. True, love is all about hearts and emotions. But certain things are obvious, aren't they? It gets me thinking about the taboo around women not getting married by 30, the things said about them. No wonder they are so pressured to hook up with any tom, dick and harry that comes along.

I sincerely feel for my friends and those women who are not married by the age 30. I pray that they will turn to God instead for security and importance. May we be more understanding and look at them as perfectly capable, confident, gorgeous women, and not as some weirdos.

Ashley's got my temper!

I admit that I've got a bad temper. I don't have those big outburst type of temper. Mine is the excruciatingly silent treatment type of temper, if you know what I mean. Hehe.....Ask Tex is you want to find out how bad it is.

Anyway, lately Ashley has been showing signs that she is heading in the same direction. She is undergoing her terrible 2 stage, which I totally disagree prior to this. My gal was the perfect toddler. Kind, helpful, adorable and obedient. But as all new mums, I was ignorant and totally unaware that this is actually a "normal" stage in a toddler's life. It has got nothing to do with parenting skills, the personality of the child, the environment etc. All these external factors are only there to make the stage harder or easier to cope with. Back to Ashley and her silent treatment episodes. Lately, she gets upset easily, especially with her dad because he is overly patient with her. When she doesn't get things her way, she will push her dad away. For example, she will refuse to let him put her to bed, refuse to let him kiss her, being mean to him and not wanting to play with him. She may only be 2 year old, but she sure knows how to "hurt" the feelings of the people who love her. I was terribly distress that she would do such things to her dad, especially. Did she pick that up during one of my silent treatment episodes with Tex? If she did, I am totally guilty as a bad role model.

I had a talk with hubby the other night. I told him that he needs to stand up for his "right" as a dad. It is about time the little lady learns that she shouldn't step all over her dad's head and go around acting like a little tyrant. Instead of always being cautious not to ignite her temper flare, trying to please her and walking on thin ice, we should be the ones who are in control. Who cares if people think we are the worst parents or giving us funny glares, the issue is to get the gal's perspective right. Well, I think it might work. Today Ashley was the perfect child. She listens to what I said and she lets me sit through my Bible Study lesson with no distraction. She surprises me further by trying to sooth a crying baby Nasia.

We have so much to learn as a parent. Ashley has so much to learn too as a toddler. When times are trying, stop and reflect and discuss with your partner. Two heads are better than one. If it doesn't help solve the problem, at least it helps to know someone else is "worrying" about it with you. Hehehe.

Should we or should we not take the risk?

Lately, I've discovered that an ugly side of Sydney-siders. It is regarding the issue of parking. Back in Malaysia, on and off we will read in the newspaper incidences or fights as a result of "fighting" over a parking spot. I have always thought that it was plain silly to get into a fight over a parking lot. So when I get caught in such situations, I normally won't insist on "claiming" the parking spot I eyed on. I haven't have bad encounters in Malaysia though.

When I got over to Australia, I found that Australians are generally more tolerant, especially if they see that you have a young child in the car. Their common sense while on the road was great and it was "safe" to drive around without getting nasty stares or finger pointing in your direction. However, lately I've discovered that the trend have changed. People are getting ruthless and inconsiderate, especially the younger generation. Parking spaces reserved for those with prams and toddlers were ignored, people eyeing the same parking spot refused to budge and small offenses (i.e. forgetting to turn on the indicators) gives you angry stares and muffled murmurs from the drivers.

This morning I took Ashley to the mall for my weekly grocery shopping. I saw a parking spot and had my indicator on, ready to park my car. Then in the opposite direction was a guy, just putting on his indicator and using sign language, told me that he wants to park there. I was furious. In my mind, I was contemplating on "fighting" for my parking spot. But the man looked burly and I have Ashley in the car with me. I couldn't risk our safety, all for the sake of "insisting" on getting MY parking spot. Praise God there was a better parking spot for me further down the road, closer to the mall's entrance. Of course such coincidence don't happen frequently. That got me very upset. Why are people getting so unkind and inconsiderate? When will the rights of the "weaker" side be vindicated? I do hope that someone else will be able to "teach" those group of people a lesson. However, I realize that the issue here is not in teaching them a lesson (as a form of revenge), but rather the overall matter of the heart of a large group of people living in our generation. People have become hard hearted, self-centered, unloving and evil, if I can use that word.

It saddens my heart greatly. What kind of world are we going to raise our children in? What kind of values should we impart into our children? Of course I never doubt in teaching and nurturing my kids in the ways of the Lord, full of compassion and kindness but is that good enough to help them get through life in world unscathed? Indeed we are living in a fallen world. I know this for sure, no matter how I try to prepare my kids for the world, they are sure to get hurt and have bad encounters. I remember talking to new parents, how they desire to equip their kids to excel in the world, achieve an easier and better life. However, my aim is no longer to help them to succeed in the world with a worldly definition, but to do their bits to make this world a better place for some and to look forward to their final destination, which will also be our final destination in Christ. Amen.

Relationship, it's hard work isn't it?

Today I visited my friend who is going through a rough patch in her marriage. I was nervous as I made the arrangement to meet up with her. Should I make it a relaxing visit with no mention of the marital problem or should I help her open up her heart and release the tension building inside? I was worried if I will make things worst by saying the wrong things at wrong time. In the end, I didn't do any of those things I planned. Instead we just sat and talk about the kids. I wouldn't say alot had been of being accomplished in this visit, but at least she had a couple hours of "something-out-of-the-routine" moments.

I reflected on the little things that we've touched on about marriage life. Indeed, having a strong marriage is not easy, especially for our generation and specifically here in Australia. Alot of people still grew up in a typical Asian culture where the husband holds the veto power in family affairs. Yet, at the same time, women have become empowered, through education and the influence of western culture which promotes individual rights and independence. When east and west meets, conflict of opinion is bound to happen and if things aren't dealt with wisely, marriage breakdown is sure to follow suit. I sympathize with my friend deeply for she was trapped in such a situation. I thought of no words to say without offending either culture.

I think all individuals in a marriage needs to have his or her own support group. Just by having someone they can share their innermost thoughts can ease alot of tension and pain. Misunderstanding can cloud one's mind and most times, the deceiver will use such times to break up relationships. Preferably, this friend shouldn't be confidant of the other marriage partner. The other important key to a good marriage is to actually "leave" the parents and cling on to the husband or wife. The Bible is so wise to include that verse in it's content. It is by no means not being filial but it is more of a shift of priority. There are of course other keys to having a great marriage but the ultimate KEY would be to have God as the Center of the marriage. When God is placed at His rightful place, everything else will come together.

Things might not look promising for my friend right now. But I am encouraged they have taken the "Christian" approach to resolve their issues, by going to the pastor for counseling. Perhaps, with a godly guidance and right perspective, their marriage will be one that lasts for a lifetime. Amen.

Lollipop Playland

Today Bec & I took the kids to Lollipop Playland for a change of routine. Since the weather is getting colder, an indoor play area is going to be better than an outdoor playground. What better time to try it out than now!

The entry to the playland was AUD10.90 for kids between 2-9 and AUD4 for parents, for the entire day. The ticket includes a free coffee or tea for the accompanying parent. So it was quite reasonable. Initially I was worried if Ashley might get upset with the strange place and new kids in there but boy was I glad she ran "wild" the moment she stepped into the play area. It was quite a spacious playland with separate sections for toddlers and bigger kids. They have got jumping castles, spinning teacup ride, tiny tikes (toy cars), play shop, play kitchen, playground, obstacle challenge, video games etc. The entire floor is padded with foam padding and the playground frames were wrapped in foams so in case the kids fall, there won't be serious injuries. Not bad eh? There were also activity rooms for different programs that run throughout the day, e.g. craft, dancing, party, workshops etc. Not forgetting, a cafe and a magazine rack with the latest gossip or parenting magazines for the parents. I had such a great time relaxing over a cup of cappuccino and flipping my magazine, knowing that Ashley is happy and safe somewhere in the playland. The food served at the cafe wasn't costly and the variety of food on offer was not bad either.

After 2 hours of play, Ashley and Harry started showing signs of tiredness and crankiness. The mums had their break and so it was time to head back home. It was a good day. We'll definitely make it a monthly treat for the mums and (ahem) also the kids. Hehehehe......

Nigella Lawson in the making?

I love to cook. That was one of my passion since young. I love to prepare a good meal and see the looks of satisfaction on my "food guinea pigs". Lately I have been experimenting with a lot of Aussie food because they are pretty easy to prepare. All you need is a good casserole dish and oven. It is hearty during winter months too.

Today I tried my hands on lamb shank. I was never a fan of cooking lamb because I never know how to cook them nicely. I love a good lamb grill or lamb curry but my past attempts failed miserably and a good piece of lamb will end up in the waste bin. But having tried cooking apricot chicken, sausage bake, chicken casserole and getting raving reviews from my Asian friends, I got inspired enough to give lamb a go. Well, my hubby had it for dinner today and his comment was "this lamb shank tastes better than some of those I've eaten in hotels!" Hubby always orders lamb shank or steak whenever he is away for work trips because he knows that I hardly cook those type of food at home. I was so pleased with myself. Even my picky little baby eats the lamb shank! She is the true food critique because she only enjoys food that tastes good and smells nice without "bribery" or drama.

There are still a lot more Aussie recipes for me to try out in the future. I am thankful Bec is always there to encourage me to try out new recipes too. Perhaps when I am confident enough with my Aussie cooking, I will extend dinner invitations to my Aussie friends. Do I see the possibility of working in my little cafe one day? Who knows... ;-)

Farewell.....king of pop - MJ

This morning, as I was driving back home after dropping hubby at work, I heard over the radio that Michael Jackson is dead. I thought it was a prank since the morning DJs are normally wacky and cheeky. But it sounded so serious that when I got back home, I straight away logged onto Internet to confirm the news. Yes, Michael Jackson is indeed dead. He was 50 and died from cardiac arrest due to abuse of prescription drugs.

I admit that I am not a Michael Jackson fan. But I have enjoyed listening to his music as I was growing up. I've read stories about him and watched movies about his families. So although I don't actually go all the way out to buy his CDs, whenever I came across gossips of him in the magazines, I would take some time to read it. I feel sad for his passing on. He was a huge success during his moonwalking era but at the same time, his life was falling apart. Looking at the way he lived his life, one can feel the inferiority he felt deep down, the constant loneliness and need for love, the fear of rejection and with that, he had undergone numerous cosmetic surgeries, drugs, perverted sexual inclination and also landed himself in massive debts. How can a person of such talent and success end up in such a pitiful state?! Ecclesiastes had said it correctly then, "Meaningless, all is meaningless under the sun." But our answers and hope lies with That Who is above the sun. Without God, life would indeed be meaningless.

MJ will of course be always remembered for his songs and his moonwalk, just a Elvis Presley did with his songs and twist. Australian Idol have actually included the "Jackson era" into their competition. Perhaps tonight I will sit on my couch, sipping a cup of hot chocolate and listen to Michael Jackson.....

Joanna's visit to Sydney

WARNING: This is going to be a LONG blog.

Normally, when one play host to a visitor, one would plan on the places to bring them, the things to do together, the food to try out etc. It would involved alot of getting in and out of the house and rushing from one place to another. By the end of the visit, one would normally look forward to getting back one life's routine and a long rest to recuperate. But it was not so for Joanna's visit. The after-feeling of her visit was one of nostalgia, refreshed, sweet and heart warming. I have forgotten what it felt like to have just spent good time with good friend for quite awhile now. Aih, missing her already.

Joanna arrived on Saturday but it was all began quite dramatic for me. I sighted some spotting when I went to toilet in the morning. I was worried as we drove to the airport to pick Jo up. Deep in my heart I was worried if having Jo around would be a hassle since I wanted to bring her around Sydney but at the same time, I knew I should take things easy and rest as much as possible. I did call up my doctor and he assured me that if the bleeding stop and I can still feel the baby moving, there is nothing to be concern about. The baby did kick, so I thought perhaps we could still go on with our plan, which was to go to the city for lunch and then a stroll to Hyde park for the outdoor skating rink winter festival. Well, ended up it rained heavily and the traffic was so bad, we decided to have lunch halfway back and spend the rest of the day at home. That was the right thing to do. We had great food and lovely fellowship.

Jo came like a santa clause. The moment she stepped into the house, she unpacked 4 containers of home baked cookies, chocolate truffles, varieties of nuts, clothes and book for Ashley, and of course clothes for me. I have only requested for a pair of jeans for Ashley so you could imagine my surprise! I felt so blessed that she is so generous to us and it kinda reminded me of the feeling I had when I was a child- when during every Chinese New Year, my aunt from Singapore will buy me and my sister clothes, toys and chocolates from Singapore. You know, the feeling of having so many gifts to unwrap, so many things to love and like? But nothing beats the feeling of being able to have heart to heart talk, being true to yourself and yet being loved for who you are. We didn't do any of those touristy things that I've planned. Instead we took her through a trip to our "daily life", our normal hang out place, market place etc., and she even cooked dinner for us. Joanna embraced every moment of it and she cherished every moment of play with Ashley. It was so much fun to see the way they played and laughed together.

On the day that Joanna left, Ashley seems to know what's coming. In the morning, she tried to distant herself away from Joanna, as though bracing herself for what is to come. But it was a short episode and in no time, they were having the best farewell.

I can't wait for another visit from Joanna. I hope she had a blessed time too, as how she has blessed us during her short stay with us.

Ashley's another milestone

Ever since Ashley was born, I was given numerous theories on how one should put a child to sleep. There were the "same soothing music" theory, the "let them cry themselves to sleep" theory, the "cuddle them to sleep" theory, the "sleep in the same room or same bed" theory, etc.

Well, we adopted the "sitting on the fence" theory, meaning she sleeps in our room (less traumatic for her), but in separate beds (less dependent on us). She didn't like the cot initially but I insisted on putting her in there despite having to carry her out to sooth her numerous times each night. As soon she got used to the idea of sleeping in a cot, hubby got an offer to work in Sydney! While he got over a couple of months ealier to prepare the place for us, Ashley and I went to live with my parents. My mum, a loving grandmother would cuddle and rock her to sleep every night. Since we don't have an extra cot at my parents', Ashley slept with me on the bed. I knew when that happens, sleeping in the cot is a thing of the past. But it all worked well.

Finally, we moved to Sydney and it was smacked right in the peak of winter. We tried to keep Ashley warm by letting her sleep in our bed to share the body heat. During those months, I was always worried if Ashley would become so attached to the idea of sleeping with us and refuse to sleep in her own bed. So she turned 8 months old, I slowly prepared her for the transition by reading her stories about new bedroom, decorating her room together etc. She got the idea and there was no drama when we finally did move her to her own room. Of course we had to stay with her in the room till she fell asleep and crept out slowly.

Recently, we got her a new bed. I don't know if it was out of the excitement of having a new bed or just that the timing was right, Ashley finally learned to fall asleep on her own. We will tuck her in every night, said a prayer together and give her a kiss, turn off the lights and leave the room. It has been 3 weeks now and I am so proud of her. Sometimes, I feel that she has grown up so much and I kinda feel sad and reluctant to let her baby image go.

Lately, friends have been giving me pressure to toilet train her. I did try but she just wasn't ready. Perhaps, I should approach it in the similar way, let her tell me when she is ready. Till then, I am very proud of my little baby, who is slowly maturing and becoming a full on toddler.

Anticipation for a Lovely weekend

Ashley's godma Joanna is finally coming to visit us this weekend. She had been to Sydney a couple of times now but we always didn't get the chance to meet up. When she first came, I was back in Malaysia. The 2nd time she came, we were in Perth. She wanted to come earlier but financial constraints made it impossible. 2 months ago, she found herself a job and ta-da, she is coming this weekend!

I am absolutely thrilled to have her over for the weekend. It has been 1 year since we last met and we've got so much to share and catch up. We call each other every week and our phone conversations would last anywhere between 1 hour to 3 hours! (Luckily I am on a phone package that allows me to call to any local phone lines for FREE!) I am truly thankful to God for Joanna. We are so comfortable with each other that I can actually give her a list of things to get for Ashley without worrying that she will think me as taking advantage of her. I could tell her whatever that's in my heart and she will never put me down, in any way. She is gorgeous and yet I will never feel "intimidated" or lousy standing next to her. But most importantly, she is genuinely concern of and in love with Ashley.

We've got the plans lined up for the 3 days she will be here. Though it was forecast to be raining over the 3 days she is here, I really hope that we will be able to enjoy the wonderful plans together. Thank You Lord for great friend(s)!

Why are Asians unkind to Asians?

I have had several disappointing encounters with Asian shopkeepers recently. Initially, I would brush off such rude encounters as "Oh, they are just like typical Asian shop keepers. At least they remind me of home." A close friend of mine, who is an Asian has always told me how pissed off she was and is with Asian shop owners. She tried as hard as she could to not go to one, if given the choice.

But recently, I really could take it no more. I was at an Asian kid's clothing shop last week and the shop keeper irritated me so much, I almost give her a piece of my mind! There were other shoppers in the shop, some Australian, some Middle Eastern and some Indian. I choose 2 winter coats for Ashley and all that I did was to ask if she could give me some discount, since I am getting 2 coats. Her reaction was as though I was asking her to give me her money or, life savings even! She could have told me no further discount but was there a need for her to say that I am leading her to bankruptcy?! Another shopper was asking for discount and she was smiling and said, "This is already our discount price". I was SO MAD at the "racism" given by an Asian to another Asian. Why is it that Asian are always treated with less respect by other Asians? If one would shop at Petaling Street, one will notice how a local is being treated differently than the treatment rendered to a foreigner. Is it because Asians are "less rich" or perhaps because Asians are smart and not easily fooled by sweet talk of the seller?

I have determined in my heart to avoid going to Asian shops, if I can avoid it. Of course there are a few nice ones, e.g. my Asian grocer (praise God for that!) and some restaurant owners. I really hope to see a shift of mindset and attitude towards Asians, by Asians. We are equally capable to "contribute" to their business, if not better.

Time Out

I have always been very careful with the way I discipline Ashley. I avoid using cane to great extend. I tried everything the parenting books recommended and I was successful....until now.

When Ashley was young, I always use the distraction and avoidance methods to control any potential tantrum outburst. Distraction method has proven to be very effective at the initial stage when she was so curious. If she wants something in the mall, just offer her another distraction, e.g. a ride, an apple from the trolley and she will "forget" about her wants and thus avoiding the tantrum. If I know that some places will cause her too much distraction, e.g. toy section in the mall, I will avoid going to those places when my time is limited and I am tired. Well, all worked fine and great until recently. Ashley is finally in the terrible 2 stage. I never believe there is such a stage. "It is all in the way you train the child", was what I would always say. Boy oh boy, how wrong I was. You name it, I've tried them all. I always have snacks in my bag, paper and pen are the essentials whenever we go out, I tried playing games with her, brought her favourite toys, but nothing could "distract" her no more.

I was at my wits end yesterday when Ashley misbehaved during lunch with a friend. I was so upset with her that I lashed out blames on hubby. Hubby was in a defensive mode and told me that it was all my own doing because I was too lenient with her and it is about time to bring out the rotan. His comment made me angrier and I brought out the rotan during dinner and tried to "force" my way onto Ashley. I never hit her with the cane though, just threaten her. Still that didn't work and I sent her off to her room. I thought that would not work because I have never tried time-out with her. I was so surprised that she actually stayed in the room. When I turned the tv on, she sneaked out quietly to ask if she could watch tv with me and I told her sternly, that was a no because she is still being punished. I was very very surprised when she turned and ran back to her room and went to sleep an hour later. I checked on her later that night. Her eyes were puffy from crying. She looked so innocent and angelic. I was so upset with myself for being so hard on her. I think she is ready for time-out now. It is definitely less traumatizing and a more "diplomatic" way to discipline a child, not forgetting for me too. I will reserve the rotan for some other occasion instead. I really hope this method of discipline works because I never want to feel guilty over over-disciplining a child.

Aih.....perils of a young mother.

Weather Forecast? Cloudy.

Yes, it has been cloudy again in Sydney and it has been fore-casted to be cloudy and rainy for the entire week. Cloudy weather normally brings about a feeling of "depression", as though there isn't sunshine in life. I am currently going through such a stage in my life. My first serious encounter of depression? Perhaps, but I seriously hope that it is not. It is not something that I've gone through before so I am feeling a little odd and concerned.

I have had a terrible week. Bad news came one after another. Friends suffering from miscarriage, Ashley fell sick, a passing of my ex-employer, the anxiety with my current pregnancy, friends moving away etc. On top of that, everything that I said and did went wrong and decisions that I've made turned bad. I ended up having a big row with hubby and I lost my patience with Ashley. I was so upset with her over dinner that I sent her off to bed at 7pm. I was so disappointed with myself that I just felt like hugging my pillow and have a good cry. I wonder if this is somewhat related to pregnancy depression and if it is a sign that I might suffer from post-natal depression once the baby is out. I finally experience the reality of depression. You can't just snap out of it and the feeling is one of helplessness and hopelessness.

Today I shared my failure as a mother to one of the mums in playgroup. I almost break down and cried. My friend was very wise. She said all I need to do is to lower my own expectations. It is alright to slack in my duties, it is alright to make mistakes and it is alright to feel depressed sometimes. This is just part of being real and authentic to who you are. I came back from playgroup determined to be more lenient with myself. I will also try to plan my daily schedule wisely to avoid unnecessary stresses, especially in the mornings where there seems to be 1001 thins that needs my attention.

I am not sure if this will "solve" my problem once and for all. But I am willing to give it a go. Hopefully with time, I will learn to manage my life better and learn to deal with the low periods of my life wiser.

I can't control what the future holds Lord, or which way my emotions will head to. But I ask for Your grace and wisdom, strength and courage to face each day with You. Help all the mothers in the world, to be less hard on themselves but more dependent upon You. Amen.

Stop and LIVE

Lately I have been feeling really drained. I am tired of the routine of my daily life and the constant rush I have to deal with day in and day out. I stopped playing with Ashley for a week or 2 now because I can't deal with her "naughtiness" without getting upset. I dreaded cleaning up after playtime that I ignored all the fun during play. I was at my lowest yesterday when all I wanted to do is just to lie down and do nothing. I didn't get dinner fixed and I didn't complete everything on my to-do list.

This morning, I decided to skip Bible study and not worry about rushing about to get things done. I took time to have coffee at the mall's cafe, savored every bite of my donut, browsed the shops leisurely and refused to look at the time. When I got home, I just threw stuff into the slow cooker and didn't make a big deal about dinner. I made a deliberate choice to ignore the condition of the house (dusty and messy) and sat down to played with Ashley. I even let go of my "perfectionist" streak and let her stir in the flour for our banana muffin. Yes, we made a big mess in the kitchen but boy did we both had a great time. Not forgetting to mention, those were the best banana muffins I've ever baked. Today, I finally see the spark returning to Ashley's eyes and I am so glad for the decision I made to take things easy. I can't wait for tomorrow, for all the fun things Ashley and I could do together.

Lord, teach me to pause and appreciate all that I have around me each day. May I never get bored and dull with this life that You have blessed me with.

Best on screen kiss

Almost all the people who know me knows that I am a hopeless romantic. I love romantic novels, any romantic gestures send me off to dreamland for days, and when I am stressed or tired, I can be easily fixed with a good romantic comedy. I am watching a TV program called "20 to 1" right now. Today the program is showing the 20 to 1 most romantic on-screen kisses and I am so glad that one of my all time favourite movie and of course on-screen kiss is in the list! Drum roll please.....it is none other than BRIDGET JONES DIARY!

I had a crush on Colin Firth in that movie. Of course he went and spoiled his perfect image in my heart taking on the role of a gay in the movie Mama Mia! Horror of horrors! Anyway, back to Bridget Jones, I LOVE the moment when he wrapped Renee in his winter coat and kissed her passionately. It is not just a kiss for the sake of kissing, but somewhat a protective and sensitive kind of kissing. Of course I should have known better by now that the kiss was well choreograph to "fool" those hopeless romantic viewers like me. But I can't help but melt when I see that scene again. Hehehe...giggle.

I just saw the kiss again, like right now and I apologize if I am typing like a school girl falling in love. Maybe I should stop typing right now and go give me wonderful hubby a nice kiss. ;-) That, my friends, is not a movie. Tee-hee-hee

Ashley's 1st winter cold

It is common to catch a cold or fall sick during winter. The surgeries (clinics, as we would call them in Malaysia) would always be packed with men, women and kids with dripping noses, coughing spells, and unsettled children.

As I have written in the previous blog, I've braced myself for winter. Or so I thought. All the preparation I have done was insufficient when the "cruel" chilling wind came blowing in. Even with the doors and windows closed, I could still feel the chilly-ness of the wind in the house. Ashley was the 1st victim to fall sick in the family. It all happened in just one night. All she did was tossed and turned in bed and the blanket came off. Then in the wee hours, she was calling out to me to bring her a blanket. When I went to check on her, she was curled up like a ball and her cheeks were icy cold. Poor gal must have had a horrible night. In the morning, she started coughing and came down with slight temperature. I gave her some cough mixture and kids panadol and tried to keep her warm. She lost appetite for food and all she wanted to do was stay wrapped up in her couch and watch cartoons. But praise God her fever subsided though her cough developed into chesty cough, which caused her lots of discomfort, especially at night when she was so tired yet couldn't sleep well.

Ashley is getting better now. But I have started layering her up. Time to shop for more winter clothes. Hopefully it won't result in her having a heat rash! Aih, perils of a young mother.

Bible stories --> Novels

I am currently reading this novel entitled Lineage of Grace. Hubby bought it for me because he knows what a novel fan I am. It is a series of stories regarding women from the Bible, how they were linked to each other and whose chronology finally leads to the birth of Jesus Christ. The author has kept the story true to the Bible's, just adding some background and extra casts which helps to keep the story alive.

I am a novel person and I can stay up the whole night finishing a book. This book is really good and I highly recommend friends to read it. I never used to make the connections between Tamar, Jacob's daughter in law and Rahab, the harlot who hid the spies in Jericho to Jesus's lineage but this book helped put things into perspective for me. The more "revelational" thing is that those women were not even Jews. They were Canaanites, they were not from God's chosen people. Yet, way before Jesus came into the world to die for sinners, Jews and Gentiles, He has already shown us His intention and His plans. Jesus, had harlot and widows as "ancestors". I was so awe-strucked at this newfound revelation. Each time I read the Bible, I read them as a story in one of the books in the Bible. But I never see how through the entire old testament, the stories and happenings is a leading up to the ONE important story, the story of redemption through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

I have just finished the story about Ruth. I cried when I read how tough it was for Ruth to be accepted by the Israelites because she was in fact, a foreign woman. I am excited to see how Bathsheba is put into the picture after this. It will give me a whole new perspective and understanding of the story of David and Bathsheba.

So for friends out there who is searching for a good book, without too something easy to read and entertaining, go get this book. It is worth it.

Winter is here!

It is June already and it only means one things- WINTER is here....boo.hoo...hoo. We escaped the onset of winter, basking in the warm sunshine in Perth. Hubby went there for a week-long of work and since we haven't been to Perth, we thought it would be good to tag along before the baby comes and traveling comes to a halt for me, at least for awhile.;-P

Well, I don't really hate winter because some of the most pleasurable things and beautiful sceneries are found in winter. There is the winter flower (I don't know the name but it looks like lotus on branches without leaves), the snow (if we travel further south), the trendy coats and beanies, the hot soups, the hot chocolate, the misty mornings, the smell of warm clothes fresh out from the dryer, nights of cuddling up in blanket in front of the tv and watching a good movie etc.

Having said that, winter started off with 2 week-long of non-stop rain here in Sydney. It is alright if it rains just during the night but I want some sunshine in the morning. But it rained whole day! The days seem gloomier when the sun isn't shining and there is this feeling of dampness all around. We have to stay cooped up in the house and when we did go out, we'll bring a trail of wet footprints and wet grass back into the house. Ashley missed outdoors so much, she started to ask me to put on her raincoat and gum boots for her so she can jump in the puddles. How can I deprive a sweet child? All I can do is to wrap her up nicely and let her feel the rain drops in her face. Children, they teach you the simple pleasures in life, don't they?

Perhaps I should view life through the eyes of my child. Rain or shine, life goes on and life should go on full and well. However, secretly I do sincerely hope that the rain will stop soon, even if it's just for a day .....hehehe.

First Aid Tip #1

This is something I learned through experience and I found it to be effective, at least in the situation I was put in. So here I am as a mother, sharing and jotting it down for future "emergencies".

Last Sunday we were having BBQ at a friend's place and Ashley was playing with their daughter in the backyard. Halfway through, she complained of pain in her hands and feet. A close inspection from Tex told us why- she had splinters in her hands and feet. When babies are younger, splinters don't really affect them because their skin shed and expand so easily, the body somehow knows how to "remove" the foreign object by itself. Also babies don't play at the backyard as much as a toddler, climbing up trees and roughing it out in the "wild". Well, like how we used to do it back home, we tried to remove the splinters with sterilized needle. It was easier removing the splinters from her feet because the skin at the bottom of her feet is less sensitive to pain and thicker. But removing splinters from the palm is more challenging. Ashley wouldn't let us go near her hand with the needle and 2 days later, I discovered that the splinter affected area was red, possibly it is inflamed. Suddenly I had this smart idea of soaking her in the bath tub until her sin goes wrinkly. The skin was so soft then that I could easily remove the splinter with a tweezer.

So, for future splinter emergencies, just soak the affected area in warm water (I would advice doing during their normal bath time) and viola, remove the splinter there and then!

Post Mother's Day drama - Chapter 2

Well, Tuesday morning started off well. I was so glad to see Ashley running around during playgroup and acting like her normal active self once more. Little did I know that there is more "drama" coming our way.

Hubby got back from work with bad gastric pain. He suspected that it might be food poisoning from his lunch or the funny-tasting water from his drink bottle. Poor man was so sick he didn't even touch his dinner. I wasn't feeling great myself, thinking that it might be another morning sickness spell and so I skipped my dinner too. Ashley was the only one who enjoyed and finished up her dinner. Good gal! Well, it turned out that my decision to skip dinner was a really bad one. By midnight, I was so hungry I could hear the gastric juice churning in my tummy. I know I should get out of bed and get myself something to eat but the chilly air and the comfort of my warm bed was too tempting. That was the 2nd bad decision I made. By morning, the hunger pangs resulted in gastric pain. I was having diarrhea and threw up everything I had for breakfast. Even though hubby was sick himself, instead of resting and concentrate on getting better (He took medical leave) he took care of me and Ashley. I stayed in bed most of the time and I felt much better by dinner time. I asked hubby later that night if he was really sick (he appeared to be ok), this was what he said:"I saw that you were so sick, I decided to get well sooner so I that can take care of you". That was a perfect score answer. What a great man I have got there eh?

The remedy for gastric/stomach upset is surprisingly different from what I was taught from before. The doctor's advise was to not eat solid food until the stomach feels better. Instead replace the meal with ORS. The stomach needs to take a break and it is actually good to let the system clear. Did it work? Yes! I was back to my normal self the next morning. Hubby still feel sore around his tummy but that was because he didn't get the rest he needed. Today, it is his turn for some much needed pampering.

Post Mother's Day drama

On the Monday after Mother's day, Ashley woke up complaining of stomachache. She has never had stomachache before. I thought it was due to colic or constipation (which I can safely rule out because she does her big business everyday without fail) so I just applied some ointment on her tummy, hoping that it would help. She stopped complaining for 2 minutes before she cried out in pain again. I was so worried. She didn't want her breakfast, and only manage to finish half her cereal after much coaxing from me. 5 minutes into her breakfast, she threw everything up. By this time, I was in panic mode and I was madly flipping my "Baby and Child Care" book (This is a great book, very comprehensive and thorough). There are several causes for stomachache in toddlers, ranging from "nothing to be concern about" to medical emergencies. I checked for the symptoms and I was glad to be able to rule out appendicitis and the more severe cases. I narrowed her stomachache to intestinal spasm, gastroenteritis, or just "something that happen for no apparent reason". Ashley had a nap and she seemed to be alright after that. I was complacent once more and when she asked for chocolate milk, I was only too glad to offer it to her. Bad choice. She threw up the entire box of chocolate milk and she refused to eat dinner. Hubby and I decided to bring her to the doctors but when we got there, the waiting queue was 2 hours and 45 minutes long! It was already 8pm when we got there, so we thought that we should just go home, let Ashley have proper rest and see how things go the next day. That was the right decision. Ashley woke up this morning asking for breakfast, chocolate milk to be exact which we replaced with Milo-kosong. She was all chirpy and finished her breakfast. It is 1.30pm and from the looks of her energy during playgroup and the way she finished her lunch, I can safely say that she is alright.

I did an analysis of the possible causes of her stomachache episode. I think it has got alot to do with the curry rice she had for dinner and the glutinous rice (lo mai kai) she ate for lunch. She did say that the curry was hot but she kept eating it, alongside 2 puri, white rice and some of my kuih. I guess the combination of the food caused indigestion and irritated her stomach. I do feel bad and blame myself for the poor girl's "suffering". But I have learned my lesson and hopefully I will be a better mum after this.

Trafic woes? What are you talking about?!

Somebody, I mean alot of people must have got so fed up with the recent traffic jam at the construction site, leading to hubby's office. Mid-last week, the traffic was back to normal! I couldn't believe how smooth going the office hour traffic was. So, it's back to the normal pleasant 20-minutes drive to work for us! YEAH! It was a great relieve as we could have never afford to get another car, albeit a secondhand one. I am not giving up the dream of owning my dream car though. A beautiful, London taxi look-a-like Chrysler. Hehehe......dream.....dream......

Blessed Mother's Day

Today is Mother's day. This year marked my 3rd Mother's Day celebration as the celebrant. I wanted to blog about my Mother's Day weekend, to remember all the beautiful memories given to me by my hubby and my precious daughter.

Since I was young, my dad always encouraged us to venture into new things. He said that experience in life is more important than material wealth. That explains why I enjoy and appreciate new experiences more than material gifts for any of my special day - birthday, Christmas, anniversary, Mother's day etc. My hubby knows that perfectly well and it kinda work out perfectly for him as well as he doesn't have to go through the headache of thinking up a gift to buy for me each time.

This Mother's Day celebration was a weekend-long affair for me. On Saturday, I was given 2 hours off to myself for pampering sessions. I had my hair cut, done a French spa-pedicure and fed myself on the latest fashion magazines. Pedicure and hair treatment are my 2 most favourite indulgences. Since I no longer have income, I have significantly reduce such luxuries. I felt so rejuvenated after the pampering sessions, that even though I got home to find a very hungry girl and that hubby forgot to cook the rice for lunch, it didn't upset me one bit. In the evening, my wonderful friend, Sylvia asked me over to her place. I told her a few days before that I have craving for chicken curry. So, she went through the trouble of cooking me some chicken curry with capati, wrapped the yummies in a hamper-like pack and gave me a mother's day card. I was deeply touched by her generosity and kindness. On Sunday, hubby took us to the city to experience the IMAX cinema. We were watching "Under the Sea-3D" and all I can say is that it was AWESOME! We had dim sum for lunch and hubby allowed me to eat whatever and however much I want. We were totally stuffed.

I did get somethings from hubby and Ashley though. This is the 1st time Ashley gave me a handwritten card (with some help from daddy). She is getting pretty good at her drawing now and she has got the wildest imagination. I shall keep the card forever.

Thank You Lord for mothers and also for the gift of motherhood. Bless all the mothers in the world. Amen.

Traffic Jam.....in the suburb!

Driving in the suburb has always been pleasant over here in Australia. The roads are wide (the newer ones and this excludes the road to the city), the traffic is smooth, the scenery is beautiful- very green and of course, literally toll-less! I used to enjoy driving hubby to work (we've only got one car and Tex's office is quite near to our home), listening to Heart 103.2FM, a Christian radio station and chit-chatting with hubby.

However, when we got back from our CNY break this year, things changed drastically. There was a new marketplace currently being developed halfway through the road to Tex's office and it has caused massive jam. It usually takes us 20 minutes to get to his office but now it has taken 40 minutes. We tried to get to the office at different times to avoid getting caught in the traffic but it didn't work. If we leave early, we got stuck with the school traffic. If we leave later, we got stuck with the office goer's traffic. There is no win-win situation. So hubby has been arriving at the office later and later by the day. Praise God that his company is very flexible with the working hours so we don't get too stressed out if we are running really late.

I do hope that the construction will complete soon so that the road condition can go back to as before. Otherwise, I would really hope that I can have a car of my own soon. It is just too time consuming and tiring for me to get Ashley and I ready in the morning, drop Tex at office, rush back to playgroup/Bible Study/library story time/playdate/housework, etc. By the time we got home and have lunch, I hardly have time to rest before getting started on dinner preparation, play and bath Ashley and then another mad rush to pick Tex from work. Who says life as a stay home mum is easy?! I am ready for bed by 9pm, if not earlier on most weekdays.

I guess traffic jam follow the Malaysians wherever they go. Let's hope the government won't get Samy Vellu's toll booth idea and start charging the road users! That I think, would REALLY piss me off.

Come on winter, we are ready!

Winter came early this year in Sydney and I can safely say for the rest of Australia too. I missed the sunshine when it rained for 2 whole weeks a couple of weeks ago. We kept the fans in the garage and brought out the heater. Our dryer has been working overtime ever since.

Ashley got sick a couple of days ago. Her nose got stuck and she was throwing up phlegm with her lunch. Poor girl couldn't sleep well because it was interrupted by episodes of coughing. So, I decided to be really prepared for winter this time round. I asked some locals for advise and browsed through the shops to see what's on sale for winter. Here are some of my preparation:

1. Flannelette bedsheet. They are surprisingly warmer to touch compared to normal cotton bedsheet. They help to trap the body heat too.
2. Fleece jumpsuit and flannelette pajama. Keep one's body super warm, especially it traps the air and heat around the body surface.
3. Hot water bottle.
4. Vaporiser. Rebecca loaned us her vaporiser to help Ashley's nasal congestion. It was great. I remember having blood stain in my "tahi hidung" in the morning due to the dry and cold air at night. But this vaporiser does wonders!
5. Heater
6. Fleece throws and blankets. All the surfaces to sit on will be super cold during winter. Fleece throw comes in handy. I am not trying out the electric blanket just yet.
7. Sheep skin. I haven't try this but friends have suggested to overlay the sheep skin over the mattress, under the bedsheet. It is good for trapping heat too.
8. Warm clothings and layering. Winter is a season to strut your latest fashion. High boots, trench coat, beanie, jumpers etc. Since one will be wrapped in layers, you can eat as much as you want and no one will notice the weight piling up around the waist and butt.
9. Hot soup and hot chocolate.

I am sure my list is incomplete. But I shall learn more about bracing ourselves against winter as I go through more winters in the coming years.

Ashley at 2

A child's brain between 1 year old to 4 year old can be amazing. It is like a sponge, absorbing anything and everything around it. I have a first hand experience of what that is like, in Ashley. I hope that I never will sound boastful but am I proud of my girl? You betcha, I am very very proud of her.

Ashley has always been slightly faster in learning compared to most of her peers. Nope, I am not a kiasu parent and I hope I won't turn into one. I don't teach her alphabets, I don't teach her mathematics, I don't send her for smart reader's lessons and no, I didn't listen to classical music throughout my pregnancy. I am a strong believer in learning through nature and senses. I remembered when Ashley was first born, I always took her out for walks in the estate (the first 5 months) and I will let her touch the tree bark, the sand, the leaves etc., to stimulate her senses. When I came over to Australia (she was 6 months old then), I used to take her for long walks around the neighborhood and parks, pointing out things as we went along. That happened in the first year of her life.

Did it work? I believed it did. Ashley became very observant about things around her and she started talking much earlier than most kids her age. She could sing the entire "Twinkle twinkle little star" song at 18 months and count from 1 to 10 the month after. In fact, I am amazed at how fast she learns a new song. After singing the song twice, she'll be able to hum the tune and a couple more times of sing along, she'll be able to sing the entire song! Hubby and I found out that Ashley learns and memorize things through songs and this is good because when she starts school, we will know how to help her along. Her speech skill developed very fast but her motor skill still needed improvement. I have part of the solution to this, read on.....

When she turned 20 months, I got lazy "teaching" her stuff. Occasionally, I will show her the alphabet chart or teach her numbers or read her a book when she asked for it. I've packed too many activities into our daily life and I got "burn out". So I let Ashley be and learn things by herself. I don't help her with craft at the library unless she ask, I don't "entertain" her constantly at the playgroup and I don't "help" her at the playground. Kids are self learners. The few months that I let her do things her own way was when I discovered that she has "grown up", alot. She picks up sentences and she can engage in intelligent conversation with other people. She can use the scissor and glue and she can draw and explain her drawing to us. Today at the library, I was totally shocked to see that she could colour in between the lines! She used to swirl the crayon all over the picture but today, she actually did colour in between the lines. She also glued the eyes, hat and magic stick at all the right places, all by herself! Amazing!

Back to motor skill development, there is a reason why the playground has got climbing frames, "rock climbing" wall, rope ladders etc. Kids learn hand-eye coordination through play and they pick up problem solving through these obstacles. I have never let Ashley climb onto those monkey bars and dangerous rope ladders before this because I didn't want her to hurt herself. That is my Asian upbringing, very protective generally. But hubby wanted to teach her to be tough and rough (she was very xiao che before this). So, without my knowledge, he would offer to take her for evening walks while I get dinner ready but in actual fact, he took her on all those dangerous climbs! When I found out much later on, I was furious but glad at the same time. Ashley's motor skills improved immensely. So for my future kids, I think I will close one eye and let them roam free in the playground.

Ashley has been our pride and joy, not only to us parents but to her grandparents, aunts, uncles and kaimas. Watch over this precious child Lord and thank You. Amen.

Funny things from a 2 year old's mouth

Ashley has always been quick to pick up new vocabulary and she is literally a talking parrot. Here are some funny things she said recently. How I wish I could record all the funny things she said before she grows up even more and talk with "intelligence" and in some cases, sensitivity.

Joke 1
Me: Hubby, I crave for butter cake lah.
Ashley: Daddy, Ashley got craving for McDonald's.
Hubby and I were surprised that she actually understood the word "crave" and used it correctly too!

Joke 2
Ashley is running on solar energy apparently.
Me: Girl, it is raining. The sun is hiding behind the clouds.
Ashley: Oh no. Ashley got no energy to go to the playground d.

Joke 3
Ashley the food critic.
Ashley: Mummy cooked the chicken. Not nice mummy, not nice.

A Franciscan Benediction

This prayer is taken from the book "Prayer, does it make any difference?" by Philip Yancey. I just wanted to note it down for my personal future reflection, and hopefully yours too.

May God bless you with discomfort
At easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships
So that you may live live deep within your heart.

May God bless you with anger
At injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people,
So that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.

May God bless you with tears
To shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger and war,
So that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and
To turn their pain into joy.

And may God bless you with enough foolishness
To believe that you can make a difference in the world,
So that you can do what others claim cannot be done
To bring justice and kindness to all our children and the poor.

* Note:
Willful ignorance - choosing to be ignorant about the plights of the needy amongst our own community.

Blessed Easter

WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

I have always loved hymns. The lyrics never fail to touch me and the music soothing to a disturbed soul. Every year, I make it a "tradition" to sing "Bring me to Calvary". But this year, this hymn had become my favourite for this Easter season. I love it in this "American folk" tune rather than the original one (sang by Matt Redman).

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

People in my life - strangers

Before I continue with my series on the people in my life, I would love to point out that the arangement of the articles - tex, friends, strangers and etc is no indication of their importance in my life. I just write them as my mood and inspiration prompted me. With that, let's move on with the article.

I have encountered the kindest strangers and some nasty strangers in my life but thankfully they are few and far in between. One of the strangers that made my day was the postman. I have always liked our postman. Rain or shine, he will be passing by my house at 12 noon on his letter bags laden motorbike. One can't miss him as he has this fluorescent orange uniform on. He is like the postman from my story books when I was a child. Friendly, always stopping to greet you, smiley and helpful. Since I live in an area where the residents are mostly retirees, the folks would get out of their house when they hear him coming. They will collect the letters from him by hand and catch up on the latest gossip and news abit. Last Thursday, as I was just getting back from Bible study at noon, he came. I waved and expected him to put the mail into the mail box. I was busy opening the door and getting Ashley in when I heard "Good day ma'am. Here's a special delivery for you." There he was, flashing his "colgate" smile and passing me my mails. It was nothing too extraordinary but his act of kindness touched me. To be pampered and treated this way made me feel kinda special.

The next stranger worth mentioning here is my obstetrician. I remembered in the early days of my 2nd pregnancy, I experienced some bleeding. Since we can't detect the baby's heartbeat because the pregnancy was still too early, the only way to check if it is going well is by doing a blood test. I had my blood taken on Wednesday and I was to call my doctor on Friday for the results. One can imagine me surprise when I got a call from my obstetrician on Wednesday evening to inform me of the results. He said: "I knew you would be worried. So here is the results, just so you can have peace of mind." I was so touched that he would even remember and call us personally. Just last week, I was again touched my his kindness. I called him after playgroup on Friday because one of the kid had slap cheek infection. It was supposed to carry some risk to pregnant mothers so I was concerned and gave him a call. By the way, he actually gave us his personal mobile phone number so we could have access to him anytime and anyday. He picked up my call and was so reassuring (he explained the scientific findings and what risks are involved etc. I like a doctor who explains things to me and not just brush my concerns off as though it was silly) that I was comforted.

Strangers come and strangers go. But some strangers touched your life even though you might not have the priviledge of having them as your friend. The lesson I learnt is that to be kind and considerate at all times. One might never know when one can be the "stranger that touched another stranger's life".

Lord, help me to be someone who touches the lives of others through the act kindness, not just to families and friends. Amen.

People in my Life- Friends

Friendship is like a dew from heaven. It is refreshing for the soul and making everything seems "alive". As I ponder at my life thus far, my heart sings out in thanksgiving to God for the wonderful gift of friendship at each stages of my life.

University days hold the dearest memories in my heart. The first day upon arriving at University Putra Malaysia, God showed me a glimpse of what beautiful, lifelong friendship is all about. I have the loveliest roomates (Kim and CT) and thinking back, I can only smile and thank God. Kim, CT and I supported each other during those horrible orientation days. Kim was the only one with a boyfriend then and it was a "culture" to get invitations from the boys to bring us out for "dates" to pasar malam, college nights or just dinner every week. I remember CT always dragging me to join her Chinese society's activities just so we get to meet up with more boys. It might sound silly now but boy did we have fun! Soon the first year in hostel ended and we have to move out. We kinda parted ways but remained in contact till now.

During my second year, I had Yee Ling as my roomate. We were both in IKUPM exco committee and worked together alot. Ah Ling has got the bubbliest personality and is a human magnet with her infectious laughter. She helped me to break free from my shyness and taught me to open my heart to accept friends without walls. She used to chauffer me around since I do not have the luxury of a car. We spent many many happy days together- we attended our first Michael and Victor's concert, we went holiday to Sarawak, we had many late night suppers, we shared alot of spiritual highs and lows. We became the best of buddies. But our relationship turned sour towards the end of our final year in university. Pressures to complete our thesis, misunderstanding over minor things and us being involved in a BG relationships put a rift in our friendship. We tried to patch up and worked towards restoring our friendship but all the tears, hugs and apologies didn't work. We left university being just normal friends. God was good and at work! When I got married and started working in KL, Ah Ling made alot of attempts to come down from Ipoh and stayed over at my place just to catch up. We began to share things together and friendship was restored. Now she is the kaima to my baby girl and my bosom buddy. Ah Ling is one friend that I would love to keep for life, God willing.

(Joanna came into the picture during my first working year in Environ Malaysia. But hers is another long story. She is my bosom buddy and Ashley's godma too!)

When life seems to go on smoothly for me, we were transferred to a stanger's land called Australia. I was miserable to have to be plucked out of my comfort zone. But here, God once again showed me how He provided for my social and emotional needs. I had Mary and Jack for my first 6 months in Australia. Then Tamara came along and blessed me in so many ways. Towards the end of last year, God again blessed me with Rebecca and Sylvia. Rebecca and Sylvia have since become my closest friends in Australia. They are both so encouraging and practical in times of need. I was (and am still) feeling nauseous with my second pregnancy and I always neglected Ashley's nutrition and emotional needs. Sylvia knew how much I love Indian food and would always invite me over for lunch at her place (at least once a week). Everytime I leave her place after lunch, there would always be a stack of containers with food for me to take home. "Let Tex try it", she'll say. But each time, the food she packed for us would last us 3 full meals! Rebecca is great blessing for us, especially to Ashley. She is always opening up her house for playdates and blessing Ashley with Joanna's old toys and clothes.

So thinking back, God has been wonderfully planning out the people in my life. There are risks of getting hurt definitely, but without being open and vulnerable, a acquaintance-ship cant progress into what I would love to call kindred spirits.

Thank You Lord for the gift of friendship. Teach me Lord to be a good friend to others too. In Jesus name, Amen.

People in my life - 1. Tex

On the 6th March 2009, Tex and I celebrated our 5th year wedding anniversary. He promised to buy me a diamond ring on our 5th anniversary when we first got married because he didn't get me a "big" rock for our engagement. But with the economy being bad and me not in the mood to shop for a ring (I am a weird woman, I know), we postponed the ring shopping till later. But the diamond ring is only a rock right, who needs one when I have a wonderful husband with a heart of gold?

This is how our story started........Tex and I met through an outreach work during my university days. He was a volunteer at this NGO run by a group of Christians and I was the mission coordinator for our christian fellowship in UPM. I still remember how my then CG leader teased me to consider Tex as a boyfriend. My answer? A definite NOOOOOO! It was not that he wasn't good enough for me, I just thought that he wasn't my type. My home church pastor once said that a good criteria to look for a husband or wife is by marrying someone similar to our own father or mother. Tex was definitely not like my dad. My dad is a firm and tough man. Having been through alot in life, he is a go getter. What he says goes. Tex on the other hand is a gentle type of guy. He is always ready to listen to your point of argument, never pushes his way around instead he persuades, a background person rather than a forefront leader. However, we started to work together alot and I began to realise what a wonderful man of God he really is. After we've dated for 3 years, we finally tied the knot on 6th March 2004.

In the 5 years of married life, we've been through alot of ups and downs. Each and everytime, Tex was the pillar of strength for me. He has this calmness and quiet faith in God that helped us weather through many of the challenges in life. Many people have mistaken me to be the spiritual leader in the family because of my outspokenness and "dramatic" expression of passion for Christ, but time and time again, I was proven weak in my walk. Whenever crisis strikes, I crumbled but Tex was always firm and having this unwavering faith in this Almighty God. He is not perfect though. He can't cook (except Indomie- he makes the best Indomie) and he is not as adventurous as I would like him to be, he doesn't like to take risk and he is not too romantic. Having said that, he is GREAT with Ashley, he is faithful and loves me lots, he is a good son, he is a man of God, he is a good provider, he is a good friend and he is very kind. Somehow, we balanced each other out rather well. I guess he is somewhat like my dad afterall.

When we first got married, alot of friends commented that we were perfect for each other. I will bring some excitement into his life and he will bring some stability in mine was what they said. I thought it was just nice wishes that people say during weddings but just recently, my very close friend's comment on our marriage life strucked me how true it was. She said: "Michelle, I think you have found the perfect soulmate." It was then I realised what a wonderful husband God has blessed me with.

Thank you Lord for the blessing of marriage and family. Keep us close to each other and may our marriage be a testament of Your faithfulness. Amen.