Laying in bed with the husband on the night of my thirtieth birthday (no, this is not a starting line of something from 50 Shades of Grey).
The Husband : You know what, you have achieved everything you hoped to achieve before you were thirty!
Me : *pause to think* You know what, you are right. I have never looked at it that way before, but all the goals I set out (here and here), including the (then back in Malaysia) impossible goal of owning a bungalow (I said that out loud one day, in one random spur of moment, that I wanted to own a bungalow) happened.
The Husband said that we have been very very blessed, and I agree completely.
It was also then that I set my next goals to hit by the time I reach thirty five. And, with God's grace and blessings, I really really hope that achieve those goals.
Quote of the day : What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
.: Flashback : Mom :.
I had a major back surgery mid last year.
And even though I tried to convince my mom that she need not fly down, she did. And am I glad she did.
She helped me so much while I was healing, so much that she was like taking care of a toddler all over again (minus the cuteness of a toddler). She had to help me get in and out of bed. She had to help me wear my socks and shoes, She cleaned the house. She did the grocery shopping. Cooked my meals. Pleaded to and cried with me when I told her I just couldn't eat (I lost appetite for almost three weeks, causing me to lose a couple of kilos).
One day, I just couldn't take it anymore and cried my heart out in the shower. My mom has done so much for me as a child, and now, at almost thirty, she still does all that for me.
I vowed that when the time comes, and if I have to make that difficult decision to drop everything to go back and take care of her, I will.
Thank you Mi for everything.
And even though I tried to convince my mom that she need not fly down, she did. And am I glad she did.
She helped me so much while I was healing, so much that she was like taking care of a toddler all over again (minus the cuteness of a toddler). She had to help me get in and out of bed. She had to help me wear my socks and shoes, She cleaned the house. She did the grocery shopping. Cooked my meals. Pleaded to and cried with me when I told her I just couldn't eat (I lost appetite for almost three weeks, causing me to lose a couple of kilos).
One day, I just couldn't take it anymore and cried my heart out in the shower. My mom has done so much for me as a child, and now, at almost thirty, she still does all that for me.
I vowed that when the time comes, and if I have to make that difficult decision to drop everything to go back and take care of her, I will.
Thank you Mi for everything.
.: New Beginnings :.
A single digit of blog post I had last year.
Looking back, it has got to be the most eventful year of my life - yet, I had not detail it down in this blog as I would have, say two or three years back.
Have I grown out of this? Do I have less to express? Or do I value my privacy more? Or am I just plain lazy?
Probably a combination of these factors.
I will try resume blogging more frequently moving forward. I promise to try really hard. And perhaps add a flashback or two every now and then.
Looking back, it has got to be the most eventful year of my life - yet, I had not detail it down in this blog as I would have, say two or three years back.
Have I grown out of this? Do I have less to express? Or do I value my privacy more? Or am I just plain lazy?
Probably a combination of these factors.
I will try resume blogging more frequently moving forward. I promise to try really hard. And perhaps add a flashback or two every now and then.
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