tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289111172024-02-07T14:25:13.621+08:00Living LifeJane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.comBlogger245125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-87696284526161760362023-04-26T20:42:00.002+08:002023-04-26T20:42:33.394+08:00Separation Anxiety <p> The elder kid left for the UK in September of 2022. Sending her off was not difficult. No tears were shed at the airport. Then she came home for Easter, spending five weeks here from March till April, and this time, I had separation anxiety. No tears at the airport but a day after she left, I’m feeling the blues. She’s all independent and happy to travel alone to the UK on a more than 30-hour door-to-door journey now. She doesn’t need mommy anymore. I’m trying to recall if that’s how I felt when I left her at home and went back to work after maternity break, when I left her at home and flew to Tokyo for work, when she started school.</p><p>It is such an odd feeling. A feeling of bereft. Like my family is incomplete. </p><p>Thank goodness for baby P at home. She’s still sleeping in my room. She’s still at home but refusing to be in my bed.</p><p>How do parents of single kid cope? Do they have much worse separation anxiety?</p>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-51183770423518258662021-11-05T16:39:00.002+08:002021-11-05T16:41:27.090+08:00Back to 21<p> On July 13 this year, a day after turning 51, I connected with a colleague who's lost tonnes of weight. OK, may be not tonnes, but more like 40 kg. I've seen people with large weight loss but this time, I spoke at length with him, discovering how he did it. Curiosity got the better of me. Can a keto diet and intermittent fasting do it? Get weight off my body, I mean.</p><p>So I weighed myself that day and got started, at 54.0 kg. I was near my heaviest then, which was 54.5 kg. At my heaviest, work slacks were hard to button up and I refused to go to 'L'-sized clothes, steadfastly remaining at M size. Beautifully-embroidered and sequined tops from Salabianca of yesteryears had been packed away in paper bags. That was the nearest to giving them away. For years, despite the weight gain, I had them hanging in the wardrobe.</p><p>And so my journey began. I cut my meals, to begin at 12 pm and end at 8 pm. That was an 8-hour eating window. And the carbs were cut out. No rice. Only protein and vegetables and fruits. No biscuits or cookies. No cakes.</p><p>There was hunger, especially in the morning. Midday was heavenly. Snacks came in the form of nuts, fruits and cheese.</p><p>About 10 days later, on July 24, I was shocked to weigh in at 52.3 kg. I had not gone below 52.5 kg in my previous attempts to lose weight. In ecstasy, I set myself the target of going to 50 kg. That'd be my goal.</p><p>It took me exactly two months, when on Sept. 23, I got on the weighing scale and couldn't believe my eyes that I'd reached my target. The scale read 49.7 kg. I thought I had seen the numbers wrongly. A day earlier, I had been 50.2.</p><p>Then I went on the four-hour eating window, setting a new target of 48 kg. Yesterday, on Nov. 4, I was at 48.1 kg. Let's stay on this journey, I tell myself.</p><p>Thank you, KFM, for the guidance. His advice to me was, or more like his questions: Apa lagi yang you belum makan? There was also this: It's OK to indulge a bit, as long as you know what to do to lose that weight. Great advice, really. Those were inspiring words.</p><p>And some weeks back, my sister sent me an article on whether one could get back into denim that you used to put on at 21. If you could, it means a greater health risk. My answer is, not yet but almost there. Let's continue with my journey, in the meantime.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-84504427909862432702020-11-08T22:22:00.007+08:002020-11-08T22:24:32.449+08:00Where Are Daddy's?<p><i>Stories for My Daughters' Wedding: Part 2</i></p><p>Ever watched MIIB or Men in Black 2?</p><p>We did, with the younger K. In one scene, Jay (Will Smith) tells Kay (Tommy Lee Jones) to hit the villain on his balls and reminded Kay that the balls are hidden, under the chin.</p><p>SF and I laughed out loud, prompting the 8 year-old K to ask what those were.</p><p>Balls, mommy said. Testicles, daddy replied. </p><p>Little K: How come daddy doesn't have them?</p><p>Mommy: He does.</p><p>Little K: Not on the chin.</p><p>Mommy: They are not where you can see them. Down somewhere, darling. </p>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-83347834351002883832020-11-08T22:13:00.007+08:002020-11-08T22:24:12.154+08:00Sex & Planning Ahead<p><i>Stories for My Daughters' Wedding: Part 1</i> </p><p>I'm having some good laugh with the kids at home during this lockdown period for us in Malaysia. I remember the exact date the lockdown began for us. March 18, 2020. Today is Nov. 8. That means eight months of working fully from home, with about a handful of visits to the office. Who would have thought.</p><p>Amidst all these, the elder K started university and tasted campus life for 2 weeks, and had to come home and be in lockdown with the family.</p><p>This post is about the elder K. It was Friday evening, and while doing the dishes, she approached me.<br /><br /></p><p>K: You really want to vacuum and mop tonight?</p><p>Me: Yes, darling.</p><p>K: But why? Don't you have your meeting at night?<i> [It's been a case of 8:30 pm or 9 pm meetings on an almost daily basis since the lockdown. Weekends are also pretty much work days, albeit shorter ones.]</i></p><p><span> Can't we vacuum and mop tomorrow?</span><br /></p><p><span>Me: Nope. I've got art class tomorrow.</span></p><p><span>K: Can't we mop tomorrow evening instead?</span></p><p><span>Me: I don't want to. I want to get it done.</span></p><p><span>K: How about we mop next week?</span></p><p><span>Me: Hey, that's a brilliant idea. Now, why didn't I think of it?</span></p><p><span>K: Because you don't plan ahead.</span></p><p><span><i>And because mommy must have the last word:</i></span></p><p><span>Me: That's so true, darling. Sex with daddy was so great that I didn't plan ahead and had you girls as a result.</span></p>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-70383807698671610992020-03-26T13:31:00.002+08:002020-03-26T13:31:52.949+08:00IsolatingIsolating is my kind of thing. I love going off on my own, to read a book, obtain some retail therapy, get a massage, or even hit the gym. After isolating, I feel really good and want to go back to the other half. It's my way of maintaining my sanity.<div>
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Now, it's hard to isolate. I'm turning to running as my way of isolating. Who runs with me but I and myself. This is the best thing to do. Thankful, very thankful that I'm in a housing area that allows me to do 1 km for each loop. A bit boring to get to 21.0975 km going round and round the neighbours' homes but many don't have this luxury.</div>
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The isolation gets extended, to April 14 now from the initial April 1. Is it good? It's good for our health. It's to flatten the curve on the infection.</div>
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Sanity-wise, that remains to be seen. Kids are fully managed at home. No daycare, no school teachers, no transporters. Only the other half and I.</div>
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Teachers have a break for now. Parents get overloaded.</div>
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Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-3365585592646464992020-03-25T11:12:00.000+08:002020-03-25T11:12:07.455+08:00LockdownThe outbreak sent us all packing. We packed up in the office and retreated into our homes. We left school, we withdrew from malls. Everything came to a standstill outside the home. The first day was March 18. I went to work still. Essential services were operating still and we were essential.<br />
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But by the 20th, a Thursday, we were told we have to be working from home too. So it was that March 21 marked the start of being cooped up at home, with the spouse and the kids.<br />
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What a explosive combination that was.<br />
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There was screaming, shouting, key-throwing (on my end), and major outbursts with crying.<br />
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What this says is, cooped up, the other half and I just want to remain halves far away from each other. So how did we come together in the first place? How did we think teenage love was enough to keep us going for the rest of our lives?<br />
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This I will ponder in the days to come.<br />
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For now, I put a routine in place. Waking up, I do some cleaning of the garden, then get down to yoga of 20 minutes. It's quite a sweat out, and I'm amazed. This morning was the second day of the routine. After that, it's down to work starting at 9 am. I feel more refreshed after the workout. I miss my morning workouts.<br />
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When I was sending the elder kid to school, I'd be hitting the gym after dropping her off at school. That, I pray will be a routine again, when the younger one gets into the morning session in 2022.<br />
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In the meantime, we're still going at each other's throats.<br />
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Stay safe, stay healthy and try to stay happy. A mantra for myself.<br />
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Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-63961531810362693052020-03-01T01:17:00.000+08:002020-03-01T01:17:09.796+08:00Poem: Leap Year<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">This leap year celebration</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">I remember;</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Across the restaurant,</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">He puts his arm around her</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">A kiss on the cheek</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">The warmth of young love;</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Ah, it’s not for the meek</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">It’s truly from above</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Here we are, in the same venue</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Still sharing a meal</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">But for love’s sake</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">We treat it like a deal</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">If Bob Dylan says</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Love is in vain</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Why do I still wait</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">To be wrecked like a train</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">So I plead, never again</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">True love comes</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">But only with the rain</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Enough for this lifetime</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">I don’t need the crumbs</span></div>
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<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Please, please</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Lock me up</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Throw away the key</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">So that love</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Doesn’t find its way into me.</span></div>
Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-83413633420558614272020-03-01T01:15:00.002+08:002020-03-01T01:15:44.775+08:00Poem: Africa<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">In Africa I see</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">The plains and mountains</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Standing tall</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Proud as can be</span></div>
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<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">In Africa I seek</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Give me not just time</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">for ever,</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">But your love for eternity</span></div>
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<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">They flock to you</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Clambering for a view</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">I must hide</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Their adoration is not new</span></div>
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<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Staying far</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">The pain obscured</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">I try to hide</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Africa off my radar</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">But by George</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">When I looked behind</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">The Africa I see</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">Is all but fine</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">There’s too much pain</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1">In the daily grind.</span></div>
Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-57358669501153929422020-03-01T01:13:00.001+08:002020-03-01T01:13:22.804+08:00A poem: Feb. 26, 2020<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 27px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3px;">
<span style="font-size: 21px;">Sing to me </span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">The words of yesterdays</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">Memories we made</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">Laughter we trade</span></div>
<div class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s2"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">From our songs of yesterday</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">I smell the sea spray;</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">But can you hear the waves</span></div>
<div class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s2"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">Walk back the clock</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">Take me there, when</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">Robina Park was</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">never far away</span></div>
<div class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s2"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">On the beach we laid</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">It beckons with </span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">the library, we said </span></div>
<div class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 25.1px;">
<span class="s2"></span><br /></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">The memories we made</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">The songs you sang</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s2">Will you sing again</span></div>
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<span class="s2">And no longer be afraid. </span></div>
Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-63744229307468541552020-02-28T15:10:00.001+08:002020-03-01T01:21:33.412+08:00The Tortured PoetsI've been churning out poems recently. It was gratifying to put emotions into words that don't just say "I hate you to hell," or "I love you really well." (<i>Now, that's a funny rhyme, no?)</i><br />
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That's the aim. To get out words that make others nod and say, yes, you said to me how I wanted to say it to the world. That's why <i>The Rainy Day </i>by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow resonates with us so well. He perfectly captured the feeling of being down, and yet told us how every life has been there.</div>
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To write the poems, I had to feel the lows, the angst, the sorrows, the pangs. The hardest part, I had thought, was to get into these feelings. And that means torturing oneself into the darkness. Feel the bleakness, the despair so that I understand. </div>
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Driving one into the darkness is not too difficult.</div>
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The fight comes when after sinking myself there, I have to pull out of this without-light place.</div>
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The daily grind is insufficient to play the positive role of lifting me out of this place I've intentionally sunk myself into.</div>
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How do I generate a large enough amount of happiness to be the crane that does this for me? </div>
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The more I seek that happiness, the more I find I have none to tap into. And this is when the argument within myself ends with the conclusion that I have none. Having none equates being in misery.</div>
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Peering into my soul for the darkness and finding that it exists in me is good for poem-writing but it isn't as simple as peering and then withdrawing from the bleakness. </div>
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And so, tortured poets then become so tortured that they send themselves off the edge. Such clarity. That said, putting the angst into words does have a cathartic effect. It cleanses the soul. </div>
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Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-23309440757493691732018-05-02T14:15:00.001+08:002018-05-02T14:15:33.928+08:00Ups and DownsThe other half was asked recently, he told me, by a childhood friend what marriage was for him. The other half replied it has its ups and downs. Because the question came from a friend whom I’d known well enough for decades, I took it as an affront that my other half presented the marriage to me as being not such rosy a bed to lie in. That must mean I’m not that fun to be married to half the time, no?<br />
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My first question to myself was, why did I feel betrayed? Did I think my marriage was perfect?<br />
Perfect, I knew it’s definitely not. But I measure mine against one I know most about — my parents’.<br />
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Theirs fell apart when they were in their late 40s, where I am now. Granted, they’d been married longer by then, having started younger. So, the fact that I’m still in mine must mean that my marriage has more ups than downs.<br />
Secondly, I worked hard at maintaining this household financially, and at not aggravating my spouse. That’s not perfect enough?<br />
I helped bring two kids into this world. (with God’s grace).<br />
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Roles are what we take on. And today, my whine, my rant, my cathartic outburst shall be over my toughest role to date.</div>
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From my earliest memory, I was a sister. Since the time I was aware of what's around me, I've had two younger sisters -- the twins.</div>
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There never was a time when I remembered being an only child, so I've never grumbled then about my siblings' existence. Though later, when more came along, I did. I told mom that it wasn't fun for me that she has so many kids. There's less of everything to go around. That's my rationale.</div>
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So my earliest role that came to mind, being a sister.</div>
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Being a daughter didn't seem to imprint itself on me very much as a child. Could it be because I didn't need to manage the old folks then? Perhaps.</div>
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When mom and dad were splitting up, however, it was a role that bothered me. I felt helpless as a child, seeing my parents' marriage falling apart and yet without the authority to make them get back together, much as my siblings and I wanted them to.</div>
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So, some roles in life meant we have little say in how we want the outcome to be.</div>
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I enjoyed being a granddaughter, though. Being smart and respectful meant I was loved by my paternal grandparents. They weren't the kind to shower us with hugs and kisses but their love for me was evident. My maternal grandmother I saw less of, but it was good to hear her tell her friends that I'm the clever granddaughter. What irked a little was also how, in the same breath, she'd describe me as the "gua soon" in Hokkien, meaning maternal granddaughter. But the "gua" means "outside" or "foreign" and I understood that as to mean I don't belong. Odd.</div>
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Being a niece was great too. My maternal aunt was always showering my sisters and I with gifts of candies, Mickey Mouse watches, clothes, when we visit annually. Till today, she's my favourite aunt, someone I'd go a long way out for.</div>
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In my teenage life, it was so wonderful to be a girl, yet this role came with a lot of angst as well. I wasn't as pretty as others, What can I do? Nothing. Argh. But wait, I could be witty. And smart.</div>
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As a girlfriend, I was on cloud nine. The first time I was loved for being me, right? Parental love seems to pale in significance.</div>
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My marriage cemented that role, turning me into a wife. The daughter-in-law role came hand-in-hand. Many days, this was not a fun one to be in. I had a very supportive husband and that made the daughter-in-law role an easier one to stomach. SF was always fair to his parents, and his tack was to tell me to let them be.</div>
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At work, I'm a colleague, a friend, a subordinate and a superior. Those roles I take on with gumption, especially as a subordinate.</div>
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I've gone all over the world, and now here I am, in the toughest role I've taken on -- as a mother.</div>
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A mother should be nurturing, pushing her child to experience the world, seeing the good side and being the shoulder to carry on when the not-so-great side hits.</div>
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In this respect, I may have failed. I've taken on that role twice over. And I'm not coming out anywhere near a C, never mind a B, on producing a child whom people respect.</div>
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Cleanliness and hygiene are my priorities at home but no, the elder girl thinks otherwise. The fear I had in venturing into the room was always the fear that I would be "discovering" some unknowns stashed away under the bed, in the wardrobe. I've seen a whole box of candy wrappers, empty cans of tuna and moldy bread in there. Who can fault me for shivering when I step in?<br />
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<i>Since writing this post in 2017, and not publishing it, I've seen some positive changes in the elder girl. Is it maturity? I pray that's the case. I can now rely on her to keep her bedroom cleaner. I nag and she gets on it. She still has books on the floor, but clothes in the wardrobe are neater now.</i><br />
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The point I always make is this -- how can a roommate or a spouse tolerate the daughter I've brought up? Will her co-workers like working with her as a teammate?<br />
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Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-92139619829274434102017-07-31T15:39:00.000+08:002020-02-28T15:11:05.992+08:00My Toughest RoleI have many roles currently. Will they be reduced, I asked myself. Probably not. Because other roles will replace those that have ended, I think.<br />
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Her milestones now are, almost doubling her birth weight to 5.4 kg, growing her head diameter to 41.5 cm, gurgling a lot when talked to, and looking at her own fists! She's also uncurled her clenched fists. Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-22811697447480787592016-12-28T16:13:00.002+08:002016-12-28T16:43:41.596+08:00When 2016 EndsIt 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.<br />
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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,<br />
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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.<br />
On days that he works and I don't, the girls and I are still wallowing at home in pyjamas at 11 am.<br />
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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.<br />
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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,<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-82173245864867833282015-11-05T22:02:00.001+08:002016-01-23T17:55:28.378+08:00SchoolEvery 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.<div>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.</div><div>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.</div><div>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.</div><div>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.</div><div>Many are small learning centres, a few are large and considered premium ones, such as Taylor's and Rafflesia.</div><div>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.</div><div>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.</div><div>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. </div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZSKTD5hAqifuT-v3irJZGRTO-xOPTy8PfAAVYDuxmKNc0_XOTowy2hB4FfJljtQu3wGmH0BhS0Ub9uA0eKaQzXQ-hbUcxAtRvSJCca7tfm6_dBwJDg7-cSB42ROedREN5JSVaQ/s640/blogger-image--1789477530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZSKTD5hAqifuT-v3irJZGRTO-xOPTy8PfAAVYDuxmKNc0_XOTowy2hB4FfJljtQu3wGmH0BhS0Ub9uA0eKaQzXQ-hbUcxAtRvSJCca7tfm6_dBwJDg7-cSB42ROedREN5JSVaQ/s640/blogger-image--1789477530.jpg"></a></div>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-53715856237749179652015-11-05T21:49:00.001+08:002016-01-23T17:57:41.154+08:00The Run That Didn't Happen<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">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.</span><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">This year, I eagerly awaited the start of </span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">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.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">September came along, and less than a month before the run, we were engulfed in haze, smog from forest fires in neighbouring Indonesia.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">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. </font><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The following day, the race was declared off.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I'd spent that Saturday house cleaning, so the news arrived my end only when my work was done for the day.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I was still glad to have raised money for Hospis even though my first road run failed to take place. Next year then. And here's little K with the finisher medal that Big K said I "cheated" to obtain. 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My legs, thighs would itch when I run. So I never ran. Hardly run. Avoided running.</span><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A year ago, the gym closed for renovation. I'd just returned to the gym after I stopped breastfeeding Karen in April.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">By August, during a holiday in Penang, I had gone on to 5 km.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The running in the morning also meant I had to shower in the surau because the gym was unavailable for use.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In October, I reached 6 km and 8 km. and the 10 km milestone was achieved in December.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Somehow, along the way, I'd lost the sensation of itch on my legs and thighs. How very odd.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today is also an achievement because I made 10 km on a treadmill. My first. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-4ZOKFHfVsSAirKD3FKQyzPrNEA0yMOVG5TmSyJjh23ZnmmBOosc_-9hhOFGGI45MxDchQ0NFDb80Iom-fTqiL0vf82J4sg6mLfaNCAPRsfsJLN4OjkSrQVhNPkhRcUhtEt4Tw/s640/blogger-image-1078458710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-4ZOKFHfVsSAirKD3FKQyzPrNEA0yMOVG5TmSyJjh23ZnmmBOosc_-9hhOFGGI45MxDchQ0NFDb80Iom-fTqiL0vf82J4sg6mLfaNCAPRsfsJLN4OjkSrQVhNPkhRcUhtEt4Tw/s640/blogger-image-1078458710.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's odd to run because one will never run out of space to run. And I have this in mind when the running gets tough: Why walk when you can run.</div></div>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-72791562567194838922015-01-13T16:57:00.001+08:002015-01-13T16:57:57.859+08:00Thank you, 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Y3TohF_Dre30jd6xIaGCKfoxo47vM2U3jqhmv_tZ-lFnlxGcc8n4apgU-_KLTolF_jfogr_Eg8z3TEav_ZRq1yaNxv6_AWpb0frEYbtsjnx7FjoEl6HwCs0o-EYsLezYlQ3enA/s640/blogger-image--278156464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Y3TohF_Dre30jd6xIaGCKfoxo47vM2U3jqhmv_tZ-lFnlxGcc8n4apgU-_KLTolF_jfogr_Eg8z3TEav_ZRq1yaNxv6_AWpb0frEYbtsjnx7FjoEl6HwCs0o-EYsLezYlQ3enA/s640/blogger-image--278156464.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The year 2014 simply flew by. But which year didn't, eh? May be the year that Woan was diagnosed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Last year was a year to be extremely thankful for, for the family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Just as I was getting into the habit of hitting the gym, it was shut for an upgrade. Shucks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I took to running, or rather, jogging and walking in the park and at home. That was in July. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I got a boost in this activity when SF gave me a jawbone UP fitness band for my birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He also gifted me an iPhone arm band for running.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Challenges will be thrown at us, whenever and whatever we do. It's our will that will carry us through. Happy new year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdLXf7iQUNIGX7NbiA25p8-hrQVZFXEFcfKXcuN-5m6xSbQ77pn-qG9Dm6r13wu_D5740OZHr-sXzlU_AbiXAbXfe-_P8EMbzXqrhoZ3qZByvEyAhcOvgzoGZsG0PM85DhdIrkg/s640/blogger-image-1240829692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdLXf7iQUNIGX7NbiA25p8-hrQVZFXEFcfKXcuN-5m6xSbQ77pn-qG9Dm6r13wu_D5740OZHr-sXzlU_AbiXAbXfe-_P8EMbzXqrhoZ3qZByvEyAhcOvgzoGZsG0PM85DhdIrkg/s640/blogger-image-1240829692.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-35702293070114386802014-07-23T21:50:00.001+08:002014-07-23T21:51:39.229+08:00Ipoh food trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">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.</span></div><div>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?</div><div>The food was unbeatable. Dim sum was declared among the best we've had. Bar Hong Kong's, perhaps. The street food at <i>tong sui kai</i> was cheap and super delicious. From the <i>hor fun</i> soup with Ipoh's fat, crunchy bean sprouts to the large fruit-laden <i>ais kacang</i>, we thoroughly had a feast. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFelZt0y2Ueiv8UnLOSkPVEzPjOdGnystygSljP6wUflHBpf8QlxS2oUHauNRLHDPYIg5z09hI7EIo4wnAY6mVdyMO-lnFERgGdraQ8Tq61KuyTEFJKcHrdJzb_zYjJihGkEz7nQ/s640/blogger-image-347754669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFelZt0y2Ueiv8UnLOSkPVEzPjOdGnystygSljP6wUflHBpf8QlxS2oUHauNRLHDPYIg5z09hI7EIo4wnAY6mVdyMO-lnFERgGdraQ8Tq61KuyTEFJKcHrdJzb_zYjJihGkEz7nQ/s640/blogger-image-347754669.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukazMLNL5IbkoQlnoHGgFLaYqRr53yCwTS_55MDgL75ANM3ckDTFN5-0wfqe76gvRRza7sT3TiMYLsR7FcavLMKWecZebCZaoQ4geQwHPPeH0wM8mhSLQlhfaevLExYI1UnXj2g/s640/blogger-image-1096468487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukazMLNL5IbkoQlnoHGgFLaYqRr53yCwTS_55MDgL75ANM3ckDTFN5-0wfqe76gvRRza7sT3TiMYLsR7FcavLMKWecZebCZaoQ4geQwHPPeH0wM8mhSLQlhfaevLExYI1UnXj2g/s640/blogger-image-1096468487.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrmvOdMzwRZsFt0nNxgWc8tr4kL2hiq6GJ0nrG6ytyR3xq-glJ11mNqaYhJ-75JOOmkdfjWUXCh-zEjVeFjo6vLGcomrqOhHU6IcZ58d19r8ubggZrlB5Q8J57pCqOnux5Of4Jg/s640/blogger-image-1469847744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrmvOdMzwRZsFt0nNxgWc8tr4kL2hiq6GJ0nrG6ytyR3xq-glJ11mNqaYhJ-75JOOmkdfjWUXCh-zEjVeFjo6vLGcomrqOhHU6IcZ58d19r8ubggZrlB5Q8J57pCqOnux5Of4Jg/s640/blogger-image-1469847744.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpNGvi_LIJRT-4Z1GTu4xMyuU0KLal8Vk_bJ6Ez71mYCBRMQDuYR8DDasR9Z_tWzL6ygBXdAo83BNHBV7zrMN3HIw_hz2N6dxbDZDp-wwPM0Yxv6UPn1-HUg8iCOa3hIE_VggJg/s640/blogger-image--598644773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpNGvi_LIJRT-4Z1GTu4xMyuU0KLal8Vk_bJ6Ez71mYCBRMQDuYR8DDasR9Z_tWzL6ygBXdAo83BNHBV7zrMN3HIw_hz2N6dxbDZDp-wwPM0Yxv6UPn1-HUg8iCOa3hIE_VggJg/s640/blogger-image--598644773.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpszjuX2Y4wRNxvkF1LYyvEJFSZ5bQUmS2OTDzOY67cCDtK8q9vl_uYGeuiKIfFxQakPULPOgTTV_NOwKv0U-1vATY_OsTqD1JbUuKSBNSlyQW6eIi_NRqYqdopEriVaTkGTLjw/s640/blogger-image--1393322086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpszjuX2Y4wRNxvkF1LYyvEJFSZ5bQUmS2OTDzOY67cCDtK8q9vl_uYGeuiKIfFxQakPULPOgTTV_NOwKv0U-1vATY_OsTqD1JbUuKSBNSlyQW6eIi_NRqYqdopEriVaTkGTLjw/s640/blogger-image--1393322086.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-70220155460138367912014-05-03T15:55:00.001+08:002014-05-03T15:55:13.317+08:00End of an Era<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZCsNCMd6ZfomCZXxQ9j0ShbMCCfQ7MXkAxjIejMl6MislPZO86SnKM8TYHZH19svvdrCEpwwK0dfH4eOhv_0R-6TnhnQX0y833ka6K9mtoU-PWueZm3SG-jTyS1S_mDvDDHicA/s640/blogger-image-1788806264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZCsNCMd6ZfomCZXxQ9j0ShbMCCfQ7MXkAxjIejMl6MislPZO86SnKM8TYHZH19svvdrCEpwwK0dfH4eOhv_0R-6TnhnQX0y833ka6K9mtoU-PWueZm3SG-jTyS1S_mDvDDHicA/s640/blogger-image-1788806264.jpg"></a></div>After 20 months of breastfeeding Karen, I stopped expressing. This included 17 months of full breast milk for her. I was aiming for a year to match the length of time Kayrin was on breast milk. Happy that I've been given the chance to express for so long in that office of mine, I'm just grateful that Karen adjusted fast to formula milk. So there we go, among the last two bottles of breast milk. Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-78365089897380762792014-03-29T23:47:00.001+08:002014-03-29T23:47:26.312+08:00Something SweetThis is for the girls. So that they know what daddy's like and why mommy loves him so. <div>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. </div><div>I love you<i>s</i> are no longer commonly uttered when there's hardly time to even talk.</div><div>Last week, however, something was said.</div><div>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.</div><div>Back home, sitting in the bedroom, I asked if Penang was greatly missed. </div><div>Definitely, for the food, SF said.</div><div>Apart from the food, did he really miss Penang, I probed.</div><div>A moment in his thoughts, and this came out: I don't miss Penang because you're here with me.</div><div>That was the best thing he's ever said to me. Ever. It beats all the I love you<i>s</i>, I'd say.</div><div>Too sweet. Simply profound. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0WiO6nv9YFOyfP5POG6rcgCH36m35pefwsEbot31KvbMPn5DdTuQAP6PmVARzLZv06eYr_9RiYhPboqICugBT6Yc5oh-kBIB8ULoU2CzacNGorVatV7W4rv-qcfO2BBRlTjmitA/s640/blogger-image-588911753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0WiO6nv9YFOyfP5POG6rcgCH36m35pefwsEbot31KvbMPn5DdTuQAP6PmVARzLZv06eYr_9RiYhPboqICugBT6Yc5oh-kBIB8ULoU2CzacNGorVatV7W4rv-qcfO2BBRlTjmitA/s640/blogger-image-588911753.jpg"></a></div>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-51440660158401641232014-03-01T20:50:00.001+08:002014-03-01T20:50:37.042+08:00My baby's grown upBaby Karen has had only one purchase of socks from Mothercare since she was born. When I decided to "upgrade" her socks this week, it made me realize how she's grown.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMXfwVMbplzvJ94piq-qZDku3zHDxIxcPPV0Zx9S0aui_zAhBa4M9OQPQCt_q9A5dXfxAgsL3rmM_A7Yhgji_u_FbZrXjIVN14VyB7OB0uAlyWp4As89FzR1eqvfBxPstbSM_nw/s640/blogger-image-1861329285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMXfwVMbplzvJ94piq-qZDku3zHDxIxcPPV0Zx9S0aui_zAhBa4M9OQPQCt_q9A5dXfxAgsL3rmM_A7Yhgji_u_FbZrXjIVN14VyB7OB0uAlyWp4As89FzR1eqvfBxPstbSM_nw/s640/blogger-image-1861329285.jpg"></a></div>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28911117.post-36504898343360634752014-02-23T21:54:00.001+08:002014-02-23T21:54:04.569+08:00WritingWriting is fun. I've always loved to write. Never thought I'd leave the world of journalism. But here I am today, almost two years to the day of joining the corporate world. There's so much to learn here as well. The financial aspect is astounding -- what I thought I knew was just skimming the surface. While I miss writing, the challenge of working in a corporate world has brought me so many new friends too. That I'm very thankful for. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zVop-dYiDQLfoPfylp4RVjLm4y-aThh8r9dGS8O3-HuBavlWAMv_sIcPREF1KmrcBOHCxz4iTCRDV8eSIsftjz_4oHB7rtLoPiG9utKua204Ho48p_1XGFLoEA3PSR0AHAH1_g/s640/blogger-image--1122796727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zVop-dYiDQLfoPfylp4RVjLm4y-aThh8r9dGS8O3-HuBavlWAMv_sIcPREF1KmrcBOHCxz4iTCRDV8eSIsftjz_4oHB7rtLoPiG9utKua204Ho48p_1XGFLoEA3PSR0AHAH1_g/s640/blogger-image--1122796727.jpg"></a></div>Jane Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15374232120025080950noreply@blogger.com0