tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32195044474360670932024-02-08T13:17:35.542+08:00Of Books, Crafts, and LifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-66253974294314342712019-01-19T11:55:00.002+08:002019-01-19T11:59:38.700+08:00Reflections of 20182018 has been the most interesting year of my life.<br />
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1. Started the year with my first non-family housemate - Annabelle<br />
2. Farewells: hubby left for Melb in Feb<br />
3. Packed up my apartment, for the most part, by myself.<br />
4. Rented out our apartment.<br />
5. Moved home with my family.<br />
6. Completed first draft of my children's book.<br />
7. Final block of play therapy class.<br />
8. Farewells<br />
9. Packing & Prep<br />
10. Melbourne!!!<br />
11. Submitted final portfolio for play therapy cert.<br />
12. Started work at Guardian Early Learning.<br />
13. Moved to DiPalmas' place for 12 days.<br />
14. Moved to Preston with housemates!<br />
15. Joined book clubs.<br />
16. Started work at Explorers.<br />
17. Back to Malaysia for weddings!<br />
18. In-laws visited. Stayed in South Yarra for 3 weeks.<br />
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Recently, there has been a wave of #10yearchallenge.<br />
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10 years ago, I started my diploma in early childhood education and worked at an early childhood centre.<br />
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10 years later, I am also doing a diploma in early childhood education (in order to work in Australia) and am working at an early childhood centre.<br />
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I have been in the early childhood industry for 10 years.<br />
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In between, I have worked in 10 centres.<br />
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(Not that I worked in each centre for one year. I've always worked multiple jobs.)<br />
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In between, I:<br />
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1. Taught Mandarin<br />
2. Taught English to students up to 19 years old<br />
3. Taught babies as young as 3 months old<br />
4. Had the job title "playologist" (Best job title ever)<br />
5. Became a curriculum specialist<br />
6. Was offered the position of curriculum mentor<br />
7. Ran a preschool from designing the curriculum to handling the finances<br />
8. Trained to be a play therapist<br />
9. Completed 128 hours of clinical play therapy work<br />
10. Worked in Australian childcare centres<br />
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Right now, I am back to where I started. I love my job. I love being with kids. I love what I do. Sometimes it's stressful. Sometimes the management is terrible. There's never going to be a perfect centre. But I honestly genuinely truly madly deeply love what I do.<br />
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After taking a year break from play therapy work, I am going to resume clinical work here.<br />
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It's going to be an interesting 2019.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-22243041687002416532017-12-30T13:03:00.000+08:002017-12-30T13:03:12.349+08:002017My 2017:<br />
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1. Set up play therapy placement</div>
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2. Extracted my wisdom tooth</div>
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3. Paid off PTPTN loan with my EPF</div>
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4. Began homeschooling Little A</div>
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5. Threw a surprise birthday party for R</div>
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6. Resumed regular yoga</div>
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7. Completed play therapy cert classes<br />
8. Decided to move to Aussie next year<br />
9. Getaway to Bukit Tinggi<br />
10. Commenced play therapy diploma classes<br />
11. Budgeted + lots of home cooked meals<br />
12. Getaway to Tadom Hills with the girls<br />
13. Set up 2nd play therapy placement<br />
14. Completed 100 hours of clinical work<br />
15. Did lots of art & calligraphy<br />
16. Ama passed away :-( </div>
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17. Getaway to Bali</div>
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A year of balance between time for self-care, work and play.</div>
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A year of unanswered questions and self-discovery. </div>
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A year of planning and hoping and anticipating and uncertainty. </div>
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A struggle between being productive and having time for myself. </div>
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Here's to an adventurous 2018! </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-43668019756059236452017-07-07T10:54:00.003+08:002017-07-07T10:58:58.730+08:00Mindfulness<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mindfulness seems to be the opposite of productivity. I like to multitask. I like to be productive. Maybe that's why the idea never resonated much with me. When I read How to Train a Wild Elephant & Other Adventures in Mindfulness by Jan Chozen Bays and tried to start some of of the exercises, I couldn't even get through the first week. I have not even finished the book yet. (So unlike me.) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When I started my clinical work as a trainee play therapist, I realised that I am not in control of my mind. I look but I do not see. My mind wanders away. Far far away. I started meditating more frequently. I even did it daily at a point in time. Why did I stop doing it so frequently? Hmm, I guess I was actually kinda demotivated when despite my daily practice, my mind still wandered. Anyways, I do it weekly. Sometimes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I can't recall where I read it, but Gretchen Rubin says, "it is better to do something every day, than to do it some days. For a few weeks, I have started incorporating 3 daily habits: exercise, brain training games and read. I thought 3 would be a nice place to start. I realised that once I started this, I am way more energetic. More disciplined. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So, I decided to try out the mindfulness exercise: leave no trace. Basically, when you use a room, you tidy up when you leave, as though you were not there to begin with. I had a bad habit of dumping dirty dishes into the sink and letting them pile up, so I wanted to start here. It was tough, especially when I wanted to go right to bed after dinner and a movie. I made myself wash up. And guess what? I felt a sense of accomplishment and it felt good! I felt satisfied the next day, too, when I walked into the kitchen to see it all clean. It's tough when I'm pressed for time, but I think that this is definitely a habit I would like to maintain! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Next, I decided to tackle my next bad habit, glancing at my phone at every red light! Why did I feel a need to do that? Am I so impatient? The exercise: focus on breathing when waiting. Waiting for the lift. Waiting for the traffic light. Focusing on the breath can help me feel more centred. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Mindfulness means being awake. It means knowing what you are doing." - Jon Kabat-Zinn</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-69740732128778467742017-02-23T15:16:00.000+08:002017-02-23T15:16:01.294+08:00Currently I am currently<br />
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READING all about Play Therapy! Melanie Klein, Carl Jung, Laban. I love learning new things.<br />
WATCHING Life in Pieces! Super funny sitcom.<br />
LISTENING to the soundtrack of La La Land. Can't get enough of it.<br />
FEELING a little under the weather today. Just had wisdom tooth removed.<br />
LOVING life<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-1848827387062361142017-01-05T13:26:00.000+08:002017-01-05T13:26:35.537+08:00A quarter of a century 2016 was...interesting. I turned 25, which was a milestone? In some ways. Hence I shall list 25 things that happened in 2016!<br />
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1. Left Odyssey. When I leave, I leave a piece of my heart with the kids.<br />
2. Stayed at Fraser's Hill for Valentines Day - and ran away from the CNY hot weather.<br />
3. Went back to Tweedlewink Playhouse where we worked crazy hard and put in crazy hours and practically ran the whole place.<br />
4. Hm things didn't quite work out in Playhouse so we left Playhouse. (Long and complicated story) Left another piece of my heart there.<br />
5. At crossroads again...what am I to do next? Options options...<br />
6. Decided to continue my studies! Pursuing Play Therapy.<br />
7. Went to Melbourne. Experienced snow for the first time. Fell in love with Melbourne. Left a piece of my heart in Melbourne.<br />
8. Took a break from work.<br />
9. Wrote articles for The Sun.<br />
10. Binged on TV series - Parks & Rec and Downton Abbey<br />
11. Asked to go back to Odyssey. Bittersweet experience.<br />
12. Started Play Therapy course. Learned so much!! So excited to embark on this new journey.<br />
13. Spent a lot buying toys for my practice.<br />
14. Turned 25!<br />
15. Roller coaster journey in Odyssey.<br />
16. Celebrated our 2-year anniversary back in Mines.<br />
17. Ended the odyssey in Odyssey. Leaving another piece of my heart.<br />
18. Year end holiday in Kuching. Loved loved loved the beautiful suite we stayed in.<br />
19. Year end holiday in Singapore! Had a great time with great friends.<br />
20. Spent too much on holidays.<br />
21. Decided to try to apply to migrate to Aussie.<br />
22. Decided to focus on studies in 2017 while working part time.<br />
23. Happy to end a crazy year.<br />
24. Looking forward to beginning a new year.<br />
25. Counted down in a cafe with the whole place just staring at us.<br />
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May 2017 be a better year!!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-22590171870305629022015-12-26T16:34:00.000+08:002015-12-26T16:34:00.028+08:00Reflections of 2015This yearly reflection thing is becoming a tradition. And sort of the sole purpose of my blog! I only posted like, twice this year? Oh well, I guess I'd been busy with other things.<br />
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In a nutshell, I would say that 2015 was a honeymoon year for me. Not just in terms of my marriage, but in other aspects of life, too.<br />
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My first year of marriage was blissful. It is everything I hoped for and more. My only wish is that it will continue to be this way and only get better with every passing year. I am blessed with an incredibly kind and understanding life partner who understands me better than myself.<br />
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I started going for yoga classes and I have pushed myself to do more than I've ever done before. It has helped me feel healthier both physically and mentally. I think I have also grown taller by doing yoga! Either that, or my sister measured wrongly. I prefer the former. I credit my weight gain to yoga, too. You know, exercise means you gain muscles, and muscles are heavier than fats. Or maybe I'm living in denial and I have gained weight because my husband constantly buys me suppers......<br />
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My work had its ups and downs, but I am trying my best to focus on the ups. I have learned a lot from this current school and have been blessed with amazing children to love and to be loved by. Also, because of the abundant school holidays, I had plenty of time to rest and recharge.<br />
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Upcoming in 2016, I have been incredibly blessed with the challenge of running my own center. I am so excited to embark on this journey and I do believe the timing is right. I am ready!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-11562578209905029602015-08-25T11:03:00.001+08:002015-08-27T13:07:05.033+08:00Fulfilling HolidaysOne of my resolutions for 2015 is to work on my work-life balance, as I was clearly overworked at my previous workplace. I'm glad to say that I have achieved it - I am at a point where I am satisfied: neither overworking nor under-working. I finish work at 3.30 and I have school holidays. Ah, life is good!<br />
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I was listening to the Happiness Project (I got the audiobook) Inspired to start my own mini happiness project, I started my two week break coming up with a super long list of things I want to do over the holidays. I didn't plan any trips because well, no one else was on holiday together with me.<br />
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There were days where I gave in to my guilty pleasures - waking up without alarm, lazing in bed, browsing the internet, reading and going back to sleep. I stayed in my cave all day. I had plenty of Me Time. But I like to be productive. That's why I like to keep track of what I have accomplished.<br />
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1. Nurturing my Creative Side<br />
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I'd just finished listening to "A Whole New Mind" by Daniel Pink (also an audiobook) One of the right brain sense is <i>creative design. </i>My sister was learning watercolour and she taught me some basics and I watched some tutorials on youtube. I got the gist of it and just tried - after all there's no right or wrong. Creating something beautiful is so addictive. I just kept painting, losing track of time.<br />
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I like doodling, too. So, I wanted to try honing my skills and googled "how to draw caricatures" This was just a mini project and I still need lots of practice!<br />
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As I was also designing the Sunday School banner, I decided to do some research on graphic designing. I'm just an amateur, but mainly I want to give it a clean and simple look, staying away from anything tacky.<br />
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I finished two books which have been by my bed for a long time - Chicken Soup for the Soul Love Stories and Say You're One of Them. I've been a fan of chicken soups since a young girl and I always find the stories heartwarming. Say You're One of Them is a series of short stories set in different African countries by Uwem Akpan. Some of the stories were good, whereas some made me fall asleep.<br />
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I started reading Parent-Babble - How Parents Can Recover from Fifty Years of Bad Expert Advice. I couldn't stop complaining about the book and decided to just stop reading it. This<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-belkin/john-rosemond-parent-babble-book-review_b_1965620.html." target="_blank"> book review</a> reflects how I feel about the book.<br />
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He is saying that parents should "parent" the way they were parented in the 60s because back in those days, his own schoolmates didn't commit suicide, abuse alcohol or drugs or have emotional problems. Um, based on what research - his own memories??<br />
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In the book, he says that in those days, if a kid breaks a neighbour's window, he'd have to pay for it and be punished. Then, he'd never do it again. But these days, they will be wondering does the child have emotional conflict? Is it because the neighbour looks like the father who abandoned him? Send him for therapy. The child does not have to face any consequence.<br />
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I believe that in order to solve the problem, it is important to understand the cause of the misbehaviour. Treat the disease, not the symptom. Having said that, it doesn't mean that the child doesn't have to face any consequences! Can't the child be sent to therapy (If necessary) AND do extra chores to earn money to pay the neighbour?<br />
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No doubt that some parents take "I want to give my child self esteem" too far and end up having arrogant children who think that they've accomplished much even though they haven't. I recommend a better book: Parents Who Love Too Much by Jane Nelsen and Cheryl Erwin.<br />
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But I digress. Back to books I'm reading - John C. Maxwell's Winning with People. I'm studying how to improve my people skills to become a better leader.<br />
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I also finished The Orchid House. Ah, the feeling of getting lost in a good book, hours passing by unnoticed, such guilty pleasure.<br />
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3. Household<br />
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Spring cleaning is my archenemy. It took me forever to clean up the house and I haven't even finished. I cleaned every room except one - the STOR-DY (store+study). I dumped everything that couldn't be de-cluttered into the stordy and I am ignoring the stacks of paper and documents in there. I think I'll deal with those the next break! At least my living space is clutter free-ish.<br />
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I made beef stew. My shopping experience: I'm at the supermarket, looking for bay leaves. Hmm, the labels are all in Malay, which one is bay leaves...Google translate bay leaves to Bahasa. Oh, it's daun salam. Same thing for the part of beef I wanted.<br />
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We hosted some guests and I met up with Tracy after yoga and Boon Chin to sort of help with her wedding. Then we had dinner together. Choir practice also took up some time and I kinda enjoy it. It's fun to sing. </div>
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My health went downhill as I got frequent abdomen pains. (Which is bad because I'm the type who rarely falls sick). Initially thought was just due to bad digestion and started taking probiotics, but the pain continued on. After being misdiagnosed a few times (cyst, gastric), I finally got diagnosed - appendicitis (No, I did not run after my meal). It was pretty scary as my appendix had ruptured and the doctor said "it could be messy". I woke up in the middle of the night before the surgery shivering, scared and cold, and my comfort was in God. I prayed and prayed, and the hymn "Still" was repeating in my mind. <i>Hide me now, under your wings. Cover me, within your mighty hands. When the oceans rise and thunders roar, I will soar with you in clouds above. Father You are King over the flood, I will be still and know you are God.</i> With God's blessings the surgery went well and everything is OK! I am very thankful to my family, husband (then fiance) and friends for being by my side. It was a great chance to rest and recuperate at home. </div>
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MY WEDDING! I officially married my childhood sweetheart after 9 years of dating. The wedding went on smoothly despite some hiccups. The greatest challenge for me while preparing the wedding was to brainwash myself to accept it if things do not go as planned. I had some stressed mild-bridezilla moments (I like to think that I was all calm and zen but I'll admit, there were certain times I bridezilla-ed, just mildly). It did rain in the end (oh well, it was a 50-50 chance). Thankfully, everything fell into place. I'm very glad that we did not have to spend a bomb on the wedding. After all, it's just a one day event. </div>
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Oh and also, we moved into our first home! It's so warm and cosy and lovely and I love it so much! We spent months making the house a home - hunting, moving, buying, painting. We are incredibly blessed to have such a beautiful home. </div>
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We are blissfully married and it is our second month anniversary. I love being married to my favourite person and being able to see him every day. We just came back from our honeymoon 1.0 (we plan to have more!) and it was wonderful to be able to spend 9 full days with him. </div>
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2014 was also the year when we were reminded on the brevity of life. Planes disappearing, being blown up, crashing. Initially, I was a bit worried as our flight was just two days after the plane disappeared, but I thought, there are many maaany things in life which are out of our control. Life is short and unpredictable, and we should be ready to meet God anytime, any day. <i>"Are you living right should you die tonight? Is it well with your soul?" </i>I'm not scared. </div>
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As I look to 2015, I want to remind myself to always look towards the goal of going to heaven. I want to do more for the Sunday School. I want to study God's Word more diligently. And I hope that whatever plans I make, God is in the center. </div>
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Have a blessed 2015!!! </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-10953565475681939002014-01-20T19:11:00.001+08:002014-01-20T19:11:39.893+08:002014This is The Year. The Year I've been waiting for. The Year I get married to My Favourite Person. <div><br></div><div>My preparation? Wellllll, I'm kinda busy and neglected wedding plans a bit...... But, I've decided to take these ten months to read as much as I can to get myself prepared for married life. Over the years I've read a number of relationship books, not that my relationship is bad, but I read of people saying they wish they had read this book earlier and that would save a lot of heartache. So that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm learning from others' mistakes. </div><div><br></div><div>Here are some of the books on my reading list.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5uihGyOh8zWBzCzXGK90cS3x82EeflTZLsgXPC8H0HtcsCJY1hCHpH_pMtxGa-MtQ-VPcTcZtT87ebWXlVJVnQQvrh_W8dVauP3UHvSGolnEUGiIYNV2lgbCWKtF0JzVcUAhs2lyfe0/s640/blogger-image-890069198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5uihGyOh8zWBzCzXGK90cS3x82EeflTZLsgXPC8H0HtcsCJY1hCHpH_pMtxGa-MtQ-VPcTcZtT87ebWXlVJVnQQvrh_W8dVauP3UHvSGolnEUGiIYNV2lgbCWKtF0JzVcUAhs2lyfe0/s640/blogger-image-890069198.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>I also downloaded some audiobooks, Your Brain on Love by Stan Tatkin and Happily Ever After by Gary Chapman. </div><div><br></div><div>Other than that, I'm super busy at work and my goal is just to be able to maintain my energy level. Working with kids is super energy consuming so that means an earlier bed time. Haha. I'll try my best... At least I'm not taking evening classes any more. (First time in three years I'm getting weekday evenings off!! Super!) </div><div><br></div><div>I'll also be moving to my new place soooo that would be another Big Task to do. </div><div><br></div><div>2014 is gonna be a super year! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-16480891342192816692013-11-30T10:19:00.002+08:002015-12-29T08:10:36.021+08:00A Jam Packed YearThis year has been very eventful. And so so jam packed that this is the first free Saturday I've had in ages.<br />
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Relationship<br />
Got officially engaged, but am so so busy with work that haven't been planning much... But it's ok, there's still time.<br />
Looking for a place to live. That has been a huge roller coaster ride. But finally found a place and now in the process of getting a loan for it. Yay!<br />
Despite being busy, we still squeeze time for each other. Thanks, love.<br />
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Hobby<br />
Bought a lot of craft stuff which are lying in the cupboard unused. This area of my life is neglected. Temporarily.<br />
I rarely have the luxury of reading. I think I only read 10 books this year:<br />
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2. Lone Wolf<br />
3. Chicken Soup for Couples Soul<br />
4. No 1 Ladies Detective Agency: The Good Husband of Zebra Drive<br />
5. And the Mountains Echoed<br />
6. I've Got Your Number<br />
7. Bound to You<br />
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8. The Happiness Project<br />
9. Happiness Hypothesis<br />
10. You are not so Smart <!--3--><br />
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15. Chicken Soup: Married Soul</div>
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Holidays and Road Trips<br />
Trip to Penang for bf's friends wedding</div>
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Went to Boracay!! Super duper awesome! Many thanks to bf's happily married brother and sister-in-law.<br />
Family trip to Taiping, a quiet and quaint little town. In other words, a bit boring lah. Haha.<br />
Church trip to Penang and Cameron Highlands.<br />
Year End trip to come: Desaru! YAY!<br />
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Looking forward to Year 2014!!!<br />
<i>The year I become Mrs Randall.</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-41304066340457910752013-08-02T07:55:00.000+08:002013-08-02T07:57:14.969+08:00A New DiscoveryI love books. Whether it is reading for knowledge or just reading to escape and enter into another world. Unfortunately, reading takes time, and it is a guilty pleasure to me, because I do not have the luxury of time (I'm awfully busy). I am afraid of picking up a new book because I know that once I do, I have a temporary obsession and I neglect sleep (which I really need) or other work.<br />
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I'm thankful to be a part of God's family. That I have great brothers and sisters.<br />
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I'm thankful that I have found the love of my life, and that I have the privilege of spending most of my being with him. He has shaped me to be what I am and he brings me much joy and happiness and a great future to look forward to.<br />
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I'm thankful for my wonderful family that support me in all I do.<br />
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I'm thankful that I have found my passion. Work that I love and enjoy. Work that fills me with love and teaches me kindness and patience.<br />
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I'm thankful for a wonderful workplace, where we share the same values. A workplace with wonderful colleagues, a workplace that helps me grow and makes me want to learn more.<br />
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I'm thankful for all physical blessings: a peaceful (enough) country where there's no war, a car that I can drive, a beautiful house, good food I can eat, my physical health.<br />
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I'm indeed blessed :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-4472572962657411632013-05-30T22:19:00.002+08:002013-05-30T22:19:35.560+08:00Of Love<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-14150220892176110712013-05-28T14:54:00.001+08:002013-05-28T14:54:21.015+08:00HolidayI have mixed feelings when it comes to breaks. On one hand, I'm glad I have time off to rest and catch up with other errands. On the other hand, when I rest I feel so so unproductive and this feeling sucks :(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-28488968270049703522013-04-27T22:34:00.001+08:002013-04-27T22:34:37.577+08:00Currently...I am currently...<br />
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READING: Montessori, A Current Approach by Paula Polk Lillard<br />
WISHING: that there is a good school with good pay which is near my house. Btw, in a nutshell, my definition of a good school is enough space and enough time for children to play and choose own activities.<br />
LOVING: cheap and cute stickers and washi tape<br />
DREAMING: of my house, my wedding, my next job<br />
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Driving out of Selangor, I realized, hey got so many mountains. So nice one. I asked Randall, eh why Klang got no mountains leh? He was like, duh, it's called Klang VALLEY. Haha.<br />
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I wanted to do lotus root stamping with the kids, and I rarely eat lotus root. I was looking around in the supermarket and went to the rooty veggies area. I saw the sign saying lotus root so I picked a couple. When I went home, then only I saw the label: SWEET POTATO. Opps hahaha.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br />And sorry I could not travel both<br />And be one traveler, long I stood<br />And looked down one as far as I could<br />To where it bent in the undergrowth;<br /><br />Then took the other, as just as fair,<br />And having perhaps the better claim<br />Because it was grassy and wanted wear,<br />Though as for that the passing there<br />Had worn them really about the same,<br /><br />And both that morning equally lay<br />In leaves no step had trodden black.<br />Oh, I marked the first for another day!<br />Yet knowing how way leads on to way<br />I doubted if I should ever come back.<br /><br />I shall be telling this with a sigh<br />Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br />Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,<br />I took the one less traveled by,<br />And that has made all the difference. </span></div>
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I am glad that when I asked my students (11-13 yrs old) to rate what they feel indicates success, most of them chose being happy and enjoying life at the top of their list, and placed making money at the bottom. Idealists? Yeah. Randall says they are young. They don't know yet. But I feel that they've got it right. Their young not-quite-adults-yet minds got it right. Well, as long as you have enough money that you can feel happy. </div>
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From the beginning of my job, I've been contemplating quitting. Why? Because this job has turned me into a teacher I do not like, and I find my self thinking that if this is what being a kindergarten teacher is like, I don't want to be a kindergarten teacher anymore. I keep thinking of the opportunities that I did not take. Julia Gabriel, Waldorf, TweedleWink Playschool, Montessori... And I keep trying to convince myself to stay. For the sake of the children. And then another offer comes and it definitely would be better for me, but would it be selfish and irresponsible for me to quit? How much impact would my quitting be for my students? Will they find it easy to adjust to a new teacher? I don't know what to do now...</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-41945752547045487752013-02-07T21:46:00.000+08:002013-02-07T21:48:25.631+08:00The Cookies which became MuffinsI have always baked the same chocolate chip cookies. So, this year when I saw this awesome recipe for Nutella chocolate cookies, I wanted to try them. Only I forgot the Golden Rule of baking for amateurs like myself: ALWAYS FOLLOW THE RECIPE.<br />
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I was kinda sorta embarrassed by this stupid mistake, but oh well, this is a lesson I won't be forgetting haha.</div>
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It could have been the cake flour, or the Nutella, or the brown butter, but honestly, I don't know what actually made it go all wrong. The cookies just melted on the tray into one huge flat blob within minutes of being in the oven.<br />
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I started adding more flour and still it melted, but tasted ok. So I put them in muffin trays.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-82123531009159420282013-01-01T14:17:00.002+08:002013-01-01T14:17:48.994+08:00My 2012I turned 21.<br />
I made my first passport.<br />
Road trips<br />
- March: Malacca with youths<br />
- May: Janda Baik with luv<br />
- June: Frasers Hill with family<br />
- Sep: Bukit Tinggi with green tea gang<br />
- Dec: Bukit Tinggi with luv<br />
- Dec: Malacca, Johor & Singapore with youths<br />
Took 5000 pics with my camera<br />
Read 30 books<br />
A honeymoon year at work - very relaxing.<br />
Bid farewell to my awesome job.<br />
Bid farewell to awesome friends: Jodie & Su Cheng.<br />
Made new friend: awesome colleague Eunice.<br />
Spent too much on facials.<br />
Spent too much on books.<br />
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Goodbye 2012!<br />
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2013, I welcome you with open arms: exciting plans ahead!<br />
I want to:<br />
Work: Learn more, earn more, save more.<br />
Health: 5 servings of fruit & vegetables a day.<br />
Love: Change relationship status soon!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-69270134454252677262012-12-16T22:54:00.000+08:002012-12-16T22:54:43.436+08:00The End & The BeginningI'm at the end of another chapter. Though I am not leaving completely (I hope), I still feel heavy-hearted. Why did I quit? So that I can learn more and gain more experience. I'm at a point where my learning curve is not very high anymore and I want to get out of my comfort zone so I can learn more.<br />
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Looking back on all the memories, I feel so sad. But when one door closes, another opens up!<br />
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I'm looking forward to going back to Beachonhouse! Here I come!! :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-27798665659335767122012-11-30T10:32:00.001+08:002012-11-30T10:32:31.109+08:00ProposalProposals are so overrated. People say "Successful Proposal" as if the proposal itself is what makes the gal say "Yes". A proposal is successful not because the proposal was romantic, but because of everything that happened from Day 1 and what they feel will happen in the future. If the gal does not think the guy is The One, no matter how romantic, how bombastic, how OTT the proposal was, the answer still would be NO.<br />
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Rolls eyesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219504447436067093.post-70869780545015450272012-11-23T00:28:00.000+08:002012-11-23T00:28:10.827+08:00Bells...<br />
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To love is not to possess,<br />To own or imprison,<br />Nor to lose one’s self in another.<br />Love is to join and separate,<br />To walk alone and together,<br />To find a laughing freedom<br />That lonely isolation does not permit.<br />It is finally to be able<br />To be who we really are<br />No longer clinging in childish dependency<br />Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,<br />It is to be perfectly one’s self<br />And perfectly joined in permanent commitment<br />To another–and to one’s inner self.<br />Love only endures when it moves like waves,<br />Receding and returning gently or passionately,<br />Or moving lovingly like the tide<br />In the moon’s own predictable harmony,<br />Because finally, despite a child’s scars<br />Or an adult’s deepest wounds,<br />They are openly free to be<br />Who they really are–and always secretly were,<br />In the very core of their being<br />Where true and lasting love can alone abide.</div>
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<i>Wedding bells...</i></div>
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