tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67658651501548678642024-02-08T02:35:03.425+08:00Blogging Life...My daily experiences, my life experiences, what I learn from other people's experiences. It's life, and it's a journey. Along the way, there are lessons to be learnt...Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-24765842561649686622013-06-26T18:12:00.000+08:002013-06-26T18:12:38.496+08:00A Son Lies for His Mom(I decided to write again after months of hibernation. I do miss writing from the heart. Feels good to be back)
My son is in the 4th grade now or we call it Primary 4 here in Malaysia. He's still 9 years old as his birthday is in December. As of any 9 year old, he can be quite a handful. Last Monday, for one, he refused to go to school. It was one of those days when the Dad wasn't around to Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-46088120567278756112012-03-30T21:04:00.003+08:002012-03-30T22:29:56.659+08:00Keepsake for my girlMy eldest girl turned 14 yesterday. I can't believe I've been a mom for 14 years now. This year, I give her a little keepsake. Something that she can keep and remember me by forever. I don't know whether it's age that does that to me, or experience, but suddenly I have this urge to start this tradition. As a friend said once, "there is no guarantee that we'd still be alive next week", so while I Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-35898910460112754062012-03-14T07:42:00.004+08:002012-03-14T08:01:27.636+08:00Freedom can be tiringThese past few weeks, I've had to deal with the apartment issues (from terminating the tenants who hadn't paid the rents for a few months to preparing it so that it is clean and homely enough to welcome the new tenants). At first it felt quite wonderful to be able to play 'the boss' and decided on many things on my own. But the joy wore out after a while. The thing is, the job, as it unfolds, isVeronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-22761194517649973052012-03-07T19:47:00.003+08:002012-03-07T20:44:54.524+08:00On being judgementalReligious people are judgemental. No? Yes? Maybe? But lately I seem to come across so-called religious people who are very judgemental I'm starting to wonder seriously if religions make them so, or is it just them. Christians, Muslims, whatever religions- this seems to be a universal thing. The church goers who talk about God's salvation every chance they have, the people who never miss solat 5 Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-62879511887635851882012-03-01T13:59:00.004+08:002012-03-01T16:01:37.370+08:00Thursday BluesMy monday blues are always delayed to Thursdays, I notice. It's just that I never really did think of it until today. Waking up feeling like there's a big lump on my chest, I blamed it on the stressful two weeks of preparing to get ISO certification at the office, chapter writings and domestic duties (that proved to be quite heavy when the hubby is not around). I sat on my computer, uttering a Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-27232903377413981312012-02-28T04:53:00.004+08:002012-02-28T05:27:12.193+08:00so hit the bottom of the well if you have to,womenRemember what John Gray (Mars & Venus) says about women, well, and wave? Sometimes I forgot, but when the wave comes over me and I felt like I am hitting the bottom of the well, I remember, and I am glad I understand what is going on now. If I hadn't read his book, I would still be struggling to understand my ups and downs.Wave is like a woman's natural cycle of ability to give and receive love. Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-59419422301994926782012-02-11T21:36:00.004+08:002012-02-11T22:21:19.836+08:00The ICT courseBecause I wanted so much to learn something fresh and different from my routine, I enrolled for a free course at AMC Business School last week. Excitedly I responded 'yes' to the sms when it was sent to have the enrolment confirmed. Wednesday 6-9.45pm and Thursday 6-9.45pm. "Just nice", I thought. On the first course day, I verbalized a long list of instructions to the kids, making sure that Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-901085730274221832012-02-08T15:12:00.003+08:002012-02-08T15:48:26.933+08:00A Love Letter to My Loved OnesDear kids,I might not die tomorrow, but I'm doing what wise people say to do before it's too late. I'm writing love letters. To you. Yes, to you! Of course you know I love you. Heaps and heaps. And because I love you, I scold you when you do something wrong. I even punish you when the wrong is too much. You don't like it but it's for your own good. One day when you are parents yourselves, you'll Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-12040943016158053742012-02-06T09:33:00.005+08:002012-02-06T10:01:05.807+08:00I still like what I doIn spite of the never ending tasks, the meagre salary and the mounting stress, I still like my job. No wonder I haven't left, after about 14 years in the same institution. For one thing I have a wonderful circle of friends that never let me down. As for the rest, I still find that the many hours of surfing for journal articles to read (not necessarily finding the time to read them all) give me Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-51354056975322139002012-02-05T21:47:00.004+08:002012-02-05T22:24:35.779+08:00One of the 50 things I want to do before I kick the bucketWhen life gets too busy, one tends to forget to do the things one loves such as blogging. Maybe I should thank the little things that trigger the longing to write such as discovering that my dreaded ovarian cyst is back six month after the last operation. It might be unlikely that I'd die soon because of that, but it is enough to motivate me to try to do as many of the things I've been dreaming Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-51320446783438348412012-01-04T19:44:00.003+08:002012-01-04T20:04:35.248+08:00It's another new yearWelcome 2012. When I was young, welcoming a new year used to be a big deal. The feel of the 12am new year cold water on my face used to be really really special. For it signified another new beginning. It was easier when I was a schoolkid. The year before, at school end, everything ended. So the new year was really a new beginning. I remember all I ever worried about was getting new uniforms and Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-80990967477898566722011-12-24T12:17:00.003+08:002011-12-24T12:43:41.015+08:00Pick-pocketed at christmastimeThe worst time of the year to be pick-pocketed has to be in December, at christmastime (though of course any time is a bad time to be pick-pocketed). It happened to me yesterday, on a train from Mid-Valley KL to KL Sentral. In a journey that was so short, it happened I almost couldn't believe it!It's a family holiday; hubby and I were taking the kids to see KLCC. We decided to take the train Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-1145357867280098112011-12-14T20:24:00.002+08:002011-12-14T20:47:19.074+08:00Home aloneCan't believe it's already mid December. Again. I am home alone, trying desperately to finish up things that need to be done before my leave next week. The kids, thankfully are at my parents', no doubt enjoying their freedom from the parents' rules and regulations. The hubby is away again. I thought I'd be able to do my work faster without the kids to distract me, but hmm...not really. It feels aVeronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-16880405808221532852011-10-28T23:20:00.004+08:002011-10-28T23:38:14.901+08:00The little boy's thoughts againI unashamedly love to see my little boy grows. In fact I enjoy every second of it. He'll be 8 comes 12.12.2011, and very soon will be transforming into a teenager (hopefully a cheerful one).Yesterday he said that "adults overthink things, that's why they are forgetful". His message came loud and clear to me- pay attention to the things that matter. Like family. Last week he did something Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-33379794646391845562011-10-01T10:45:00.004+08:002011-10-01T11:14:34.230+08:00Meaningful LifeIt's Saturday again. Hmm...time flies. Another class awaits me at 6pm today. The class was supposed to be at 8am but some of the students (long distance adult learners) couldn't make it so I decided to be accommodative. It's one of my favourite subjects to teach anyway so I'm not complaining.I have 5 subjects to teach this semester when I could have chosen to stick to 2 subjects. It was Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-54551330622264770642011-09-27T18:16:00.002+08:002011-09-27T18:44:59.301+08:00so much for pampering myself :)Sometimes hubby's job takes him places, leaving me to handle everything at the home front alone. Three kids, two puppies and a few fish. It gets quite taxing at times especially when hubby has to be away for a week or so.Last week was one such week. And since I am teaching two new courses, I have to spend a lot of time writing new teaching and learning materials. By Thursday last week, my body Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-85991255252585751692011-09-07T06:46:00.003+08:002011-09-07T07:23:06.732+08:00Pain and strengthI met somebody who I've only been communicated through emails fro the first time yesterday. She came over to talk to my boss about the prospect of getting a job at my institution. She struck me as a calm, gentle but strong lady.I accidentally made her miss her appointment, having kept her a few minutes longer than I should have in my office. But it turned out to be a good thing. At least for me. Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-72427871316993299602011-08-31T23:08:00.003+08:002011-08-31T23:14:12.046+08:00A beginning and an end
It was supposed to be a happy occasion. Like any weddings should be. But destiny has a way that is often hard to understand, to mess up with plans.
There was a wedding last Saturday. The bride and groom said "I do" beautifully, witnessed by family and friends who wished them well. A reception was to follow a few hours after the wedding, at the bride's parents' house not far from the Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-15520118791027359932011-08-19T21:39:00.006+08:002011-08-19T21:59:54.283+08:00self-confessed scrabble addict
(http://photobucket.com/images/scrabble/#!cpZZ2QQtppZZ24)
So, okay, I'm a scrabble addict. Every chance I got, I'd play scrabble on FB. But hey, I don't play at work...or rather, can't play. The office has kindly blocked all access to any game applications (including language games that my students would have enjoyed in the classroom) so I've been able to discipline myself. Otherwise the Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-83079464806225646602011-08-09T06:25:00.004+08:002011-08-09T07:01:46.740+08:00Multifaceted beings
My brother, obviously fed up with the world, said "everyone is a hypocrite", and I think he means that people, more often then not, do not really say what they think, especially when what they think is not popular, and agree to others even when they know they can't do that. One can be a wonderful friend, a tough boss, a gentle parent, an outspoken subordinate, an agreeable colleague; one can Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-48761048887233210352011-07-16T20:51:00.006+08:002011-07-16T22:04:03.720+08:00It's Harry Potter season againThe kids have been counting the days, waiting for the last episode of the Harry Potter movies to be released in Malaysia. And the mom is as bad as the kids. I am so looking forward to see the last episode-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-Part 2. I wonder if it is as good as the book? The last book, to me is a bit loopsided. The first part is almost disappointingly slow you can't help Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-88660307825231520712011-07-15T21:25:00.004+08:002011-07-15T21:57:57.312+08:00Being a momI've not had the energy to write in the past few days. As the kids grow, they have more and more demands. Eldest girl, for one, had to compete in a girl guide speech competition last week. She asked me to discuss the points with her, which I gladly did. But...she wouln't have me suggest sentences for her ("I won't remember it if I don't write it on my own"- ok, proud of that, girl- "besides, you Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-56963742246906910912011-07-09T22:17:00.004+08:002011-07-09T23:16:17.466+08:00of pink bra and school demeritIt's first school report pick-up-time for eldest daughter today. Since she's the first in high school for me, I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Turned out to be a normal session of class teacher explaining her strengths and weaknesses, lavishing her with praises for the good things she does...but, giving me a shock by saying that she has a demerit of 10 marks because of wearing a pink bra! Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-22398090558441523472011-07-05T06:36:00.004+08:002011-07-05T07:19:54.073+08:00The ugly side of me poking its headYoungest son wanted a toy badly. Again. As usual, he was boring his sisters and me with his infamous "I NEED a toy...". As I was in no mood to argue with him, I made him sacrifice one of the things he had wanted for a long time in exchange of this particular toy. After some bargaining, he got his wish. Excitedly, he picked up a toy that he had been eyeing since we entered the department store Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765865150154867864.post-51385717535342146722011-06-28T20:45:00.004+08:002011-06-28T21:23:02.317+08:00Livvy's StoryFor the first time after 2 weeks yesterday, I decided to drive again. Well, more because of force of circumstance, really. Hubby had two back to back meetings at the office, so I told him I'd pick up the kids from school. After all, the wound's healing well and I felt ok. I started Livvy (my grand livina) at 9.30am, thinking that I'd pick up my brother from his college first since he wasn't Veronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09240367782918077788noreply@blogger.com4