My dearest sister, There's something very special about watching you become a mum. I feel privileged to be physically next to you during these first couple of weeks! At the same time, I wish I could spare you from the pain, the sleepless nights and the uncertainty that comes with motherhood. I know full well … Continue reading Letters to My Sister: Welcome to Motherhood
My Dearest Daughter, I need to let you in on a little secret - I was a bit of a crybaby (still am!) when I was young. I remember crying when your grandfather (who you've not had the opportunity to meet, may he rest in peace) dropped me off in class. During recess, I had … Continue reading Letters to My Daughters: My Thoughts on Your First Day at School
The crappy thing about pushing 40 is that you're liable to FEEL tired just thinking about an activity. This same activity would have you hardly breaking a sweat if you were 10 years younger. I get tired thinking about exercising. I know I should. But I much rather lie here and watch Michael McIntyre on … Continue reading When Did Going Out At Night Become So Tiring?
I turned 38 a couple of days ago and to be completely honest, I was pretty depressed. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that I was nearing 40. FOR-TY. FOUR DECADES. I felt I hadn't quite 'achieved' enough in my 38 years of existence. But when I asked myself what I was expecting … Continue reading Can I pretend it’s not my birthday?
A lot has happened in the past few months...my humble running beginnings have morphed into something wonderful. I realised I actually look forward to some of my runs - and a big part of it is down to a group of runners called the Rotherhithe Runners. Started by two seasoned runners, who happen to be … Continue reading My First Running Group: The Rotherhithe Runners
Anyone who knows me, will immediately know how much I adore my sister. Friends, relatives, ex-boyfriends, my husband, my cleaner, my boss, that random guy who sits diagonally across me at work on Wednesdays - I think his name might be Steve or Steven, I'm not exactly sure. If I'm being completely honest (which I am … Continue reading Sisters Forever
...since we moved into our (unfinished) house. It's been hard yards. Especially in the first couple of weeks when all four of us were living in the loft. There was that first night when we didn't have hot water or central heating - we had to shower the girls in our rented flat (good thing … Continue reading It’s been awhile…
Did you ever watch your parents when you were growing up, sometimes wondering why in the world they did the things they did? And resolving that no, when you grow up, there was no way you would do the same? I did and I have, but I have lately been feeling my age and catching … Continue reading 5 Random Things My Malaysian Parents Did That I Now Do
I'm no stranger to moving homes. When I was a child, we were always moving from one house to another. My father worked hard but money was scarce. Every year, when our landlord decided to increase the rent, we would pack our bags and move once more. We moved around SS2, SS3, SS4 and Damansara … Continue reading Celebrating the END of 10 Years of Moving Home
The biggest surprise I found about Motherhood, in those early days when V1 was still tiny, wasn't that she hated sleep. Because she did hate sleep. Gosh. Anyway, it was that my introduction to Motherhood felt strangely isolating. I wasn't expecting to feel this way given that I joined an NCT group of lovely new mummies and … Continue reading Solo Tripping @ 3 Mths: Part I