It seems I post about once a year these days. As I review the year that has been, I want to honour and thank my soulmate. He's been there for me for years but this year has been one where he has quietly outdone himself.
When MIL had to be hospitalised this year, he managed almost everything on his own. He singlehandedly took care of her admission, dealt with the doctors, and her after-op visits. When she came home and was unwell still, he took on the task of getting her set up to be home with us. And when she once defecated all over the house because of the inability to control her bowels, I came home unaware of it all. That took place when we were sans a maid. This was evidence that my soulmate, my spouse and my best friend had cleaned up the place thoroughly,
He managed the girls all on his own while I was away for a week at St. Petersburg. He's the one who manages to get them out for breakfasts on days when I work and he doesn't.
On days that he works and I don't, the girls and I are still wallowing at home in pyjamas at 11 am.
This year, when I ran my first road run -- at the StanChart KL Marathon on Aug. 7 -- he stayed home with the girls. Karen was unwell, too. If it wasn't for him, I'd be sleeping that day away. He had tugged my toes to wake me up just before 5 am that morning because I had overslept after staying awake that night to mind Karen, who had a fever while we had a power disruption.
"Why did you marry daddy?" Kayrin asked me often,
This week it dawned on me clear.
"Because daddy lets me do whatever I want," I said.
Last week, we went for our first overseas holiday in three years. I picked Ho Chi Minh City when SF had opted for Kota Kinabalu,
At the Vietnamese city, SF had looked up the Ipa-nima outlet I wanted to check out, and brought us there. After a large amount of purchases, I wanted to be back for more. This he made happen by getting us there again the day we flew out.
When I want to shop, SF doesn't hold me back. When I wanted to run, he encourages me to in his quiet way. When I want to travel and eat, he's there with me.
We share a love for food but he loves his Penang curry mee while I love Hokkien prawn mee. We love art pieces but he's into abstracts and I'm into water colour paintings. Music we enjoy -- his is loud while I'm into ballads. We love books but no one loves being at home more than him. He's the real homebody, seriously.
To my partner in every way, thank you and I love you.
Thursday, November 05, 2015
Every year, this time of year, I get queries on my experience with Sri UCSI. As big K wraps up six years there, perhaps I can document my journey through that school.
When she started at that school in 2010, quite a few private schools offered the local syllabus still. There was demand for the local syllabus still -- mainly because, in my view, Maths and Science were taught in English. Sadly, that was the final year for such a policy. The following year's students had to study the two subjects in BM and English.
That, in my opinion, eroded the demand for local syllabus private school education. Many schools, including Sri Nobel, moved entirely to international syllabus for primary and secondary school. Sri KL had moved by 2010, if I'm not mistaken.
Sri UCSI wanted to do the same but pressure from parents with children doing local syllabus at the school led to two "streams" at the school. Sri UCSI proceeded to start an international school.
As I started my search for secondary school, albeit a little late in 2015, I realised the proliferation of private schools or learning centres over the past few years.
Many are small learning centres, a few are large and considered premium ones, such as Taylor's and Rafflesia.
Oddly enough, not all expensive schools work for the kids. I encountered one parent moving her son to Sri UCSI from Rafflesia. A few others withdrew from Sri UCSI for Taylor's and Sunway International.
My take? All schools will have their pluses and minuses. For me, the time spent commuting to school is equally important as the the type of school that suits the kids.
Big K is now in a school that she thoroughly enjoys though the hours are longer than what she had in Sri UCSI. So, from grumbling about being home from school late, she now talks about missing school on weekends! Sure hope the feel-good factor lasts.
As a kid in school, I never excelled in sports. I couldn't run fast enough, jump high enough or throw far enough to earn a medal. Cooper's Run I could complete but anything else was just not good enough.
This year, I eagerly awaited the start of
registration for the Standard Chartered KL Marathon. I signed up within hours, for the 10 km Run for a Cause, which means I get to raise fund for a charity I pick. I chose Hospis Malaysia. I've always wanted to do more for Hospis. This organisation assisted Woan and I dedicated my first road run to my sister.
September came along, and less than a month before the run, we were engulfed in haze, smog from forest fires in neighbouring Indonesia.
Two days before the race, the race was declared still happening. I rushed to Dataran Merdeka after work Friday to collect running kits. The haze was so awful that I'd told myself I wouldn't turn up for the race. The following day, the race was declared off.
I'd spent that Saturday house cleaning, so the news arrived my end only when my work was done for the day.
Tuesday, June 02, 2015
Running was not my area at all. My legs, thighs would itch when I run. So I never ran. Hardly run. Avoided running.
A year ago, the gym closed for renovation. I'd just returned to the gym after I stopped breastfeeding Karen in April.
I couldn't just stop my workouts after a hiatus of 20 months for breastfeeding and the nine months of pregnancy. I'd just started working out!
I chose to run at the park then. It started with one loop in the park. About 1.3 km. then I put on my earphones, and achieved 3 loops or 4 km. I felt great!
By August, during a holiday in Penang, I had gone on to 5 km.
The running in the morning also meant I had to shower in the surau because the gym was unavailable for use.
In October, I reached 6 km and 8 km. and the 10 km milestone was achieved in December.
Somehow, along the way, I'd lost the sensation of itch on my legs and thighs. How very odd.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
The year 2014 simply flew by. But which year didn't, eh? May be the year that Woan was diagnosed.
Last year was a year to be extremely thankful for, for the family.
I kept at nursing baby Karen till she was 20 months old. She adjusted well to formula when we started her on it at 17 months. After stopping breastfeeding, I went back to exercising.
Just as I was getting into the habit of hitting the gym, it was shut for an upgrade. Shucks.
I took to running, or rather, jogging and walking in the park and at home. That was in July.
I got a boost in this activity when SF gave me a jawbone UP fitness band for my birthday.
He also gifted me an iPhone arm band for running.
Off I went. Half a year later, I've gone from being a total non-runner to a 10 km one. It's been hectic trying to squeeze in running when there's no gym to shower in and there's the school run in the morning. I could go on and on about the obstacles, couldn't I?
How things turned out is testament to a bit of willpower and a lot of God's blessing. I showered in the surau and made time for running before starting work.
This year, I've started yoga classes again to build core strength. Running isn't taking a back seat and I'll keep striving at it. I work at it to have better health -- physical and mental.
This is a year of Kayrin's first major exams. I'm anxious but I've also pushed her to better herself at her studies.
Challenges will be thrown at us, whenever and whatever we do. It's our will that will carry us through. Happy new year!
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
In June, SF made a long-talked about food trip to Ipoh come true. He booked the hotel after doing his own homework. I merely dictated how many pieces of clothings each of us could bring.
It was one of the best short car trips we've had! For one, the short drive made it less stressful. Without a pool at the hotel, we wandered out often enough in search of food. And with the hotel smack in town, we traipsed back to the hotel every chance we could for siestas. How wonderful is that?
The food was unbeatable. Dim sum was declared among the best we've had. Bar Hong Kong's, perhaps. The street food at tong sui kai was cheap and super delicious. From the hor fun soup with Ipoh's fat, crunchy bean sprouts to the large fruit-laden ais kacang, we thoroughly had a feast.
Saturday, May 03, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
This is for the girls. So that they know what daddy's like and why mommy loves him so.
I'm not into PDA, and do not idolize the other half. SF, on the other hand, is not the one to profess a lot -- in words or otherwise.
I love yous are no longer commonly uttered when there's hardly time to even talk.
Last week, however, something was said.
We'd just returned from a trip to Penang. The first in almost 2 1/2 years. The last time we were there, Karen wasn't even conceived yet.
Back home, sitting in the bedroom, I asked if Penang was greatly missed.
Definitely, for the food, SF said.
Apart from the food, did he really miss Penang, I probed.
A moment in his thoughts, and this came out: I don't miss Penang because you're here with me.
That was the best thing he's ever said to me. Ever. It beats all the I love yous, I'd say.
Too sweet. Simply profound.