Showing posts from January, 2010

* A Happy Mum = A Happy Home

I just got off the TV watching Oprah.. I don't diligently watch it as much as I used to, but today's show was quite intriguing. Her guest was Christiane Northrup , the author of the book The Wisdom of Menopause . Well more than just her guest and the book, what caught my attention was how they both, Oprah and Dr Northrup, addressed the issues of 2 mothers in the audience and what caught my attention most of all was the saying, "A HAPPY MUM MAKES A HAPPY HOME". I believe this line is going to stick in my head for the rest of my life, not because I never knew this, many of us would know it out of experience with ourselves or from our close friends and relatives, but hearing this out loud, has just enlightened me. What makes a happy home? What makes that house a place we call home? What draws us to want to be part of that home? What do we gain from that home? Looking back in my life, home was a place I would run to every time I got a chance during the weeke

* Behind the back..

People around us, whether they love us or not are bound to talk behind our back. This is very true, but the question is, what about? The good of you or the bad or their judgement of what and who you are in their virtuous context? No one can stop a person from talking behind their back. We do not have that much power over life to make others shut up unless we want to jump on whatever we hear from others and be a fighter cock, which only gives others more to talk about. Nevertheless we do have one thing in our hands.. the ability to ignore it. Caring to much about what others have to say behind our back, is a complete waste of our time. In fact caring to much about what anyone thinks of you is a waste of time. You can be someone who is worthy of praises for your good deeds, but a pathological back biter will bite despite what you do, and nope you cannot change this, this sort of change has to come from within that person itself but when you do know the person you are dealing with

* 2nd opinion

When it comes to health issues, the worst thing would be not knowing what the hell is going on within you and to make it even worst is when you seek the advice of a doctor who frightens you yet not do anything medically right to solve the problem. About 2 months ago, in my 2nd month of pregnancy, I started spotting, and the spotting would get into mild bleeds where practically fresh blood would be excreated when I cough (thanks the the post nasal dripping that I have been diagnosed with!). Anyway it really panicked the hell out of me to see blood every time I visited the loo. I consulted my gynae at a Private Medical Center here in KL one night through the A&E and after so many questions by the A&E MO, my gynae came in and did an ultrasound to check if the fetus was fine as he assumed it to be a threatened miscarriage. I refused admission for bed rest and he sent me home with a FAT bill and Progesterone Tablets (this was suppose to thicken the endometrial wall in the uter

* Feeding your child right

For all my growing up days living with my parents, I always looked forward to getting home and enjoying a fantastic home made meal that truly satisfied my appetite. Nope it wasn't extravagant dishes on a table, but simple dishes that was prepared with so much love by the woman who never grumbled when she stood alone in the kitchen cooking for all of us at home, who allowed us to eat anywhere in the house at anytime convenient to us, my Mum! It was for her I would say that I survived most of my illnesses that I suffered with after I had to handle food myself. Allergies ranging from my skin to my nose, migraines, headaches and tummy aches. Not anymore, looking back, I realise it was the food that made everything stay at bay, but most of the time kept away. Now with kids of my own, I cook more often that I did before they came into our lives. What's most pleasing is that, my children truly enjoy the food I cook. Variety and creativity is the key to doing this right. I

* Rest in Peace..

Since the start of December 2008, my family and I have been dawned with calls of the passing away of close family friends and relatives and I pray to God it stops because I honestly cannot take it anymore.. 3 uncles and a cousin and let there be no more! I haven't had a peaceful night's sleep since the hearing of the tragic death of my cousin Daniel. I know that I have not seen much of him since my mum's passing away but I have always cherished the moment of him growing up and knowing him was indeed a pleasure.. He was very sweet and charming despite the series of unfortunate events put upon him since he could remember. To die so young and that too in a tragic motorcycle accident is devastatingly a waste to his life. No words could ever express his mother's feeling for the lost of her only hope for starting her life again.. My prayers goes out to his soul and God bless his mother with strength. It isn't easy for me to forget his growing up, as I watched it bef