New journey

This is probably the umpteenth time I’ve said this about reviving my poor ol’ dying blog and this will probably be another feeble attempt to do so. I longed to have the luxury of time to be able to sit quietly to write, but unfortunately that commodity is truly precious and rare to come by. Y’know how we were once told that “Time is gold”? I never truly understood it as a high school student when it was just one of those essay titles, but now, it rings so true. However, this is also not to say that my time has been spent on worthless things though. A big chunk of my time is still precious nevertheless because it’s spent with my beloved children and I love it no less.

2017 has been a year of many beginnings and challenges. First off, we started the year juggling between an attention-deprived toddler and a baby growing faster than he should. Next in the mix was Adrian’s MBA classes sandwiched in every other possible weekday and weekends. Stirred in are the other commitments I felt burdened to take up with the worship ministry at church. Now come September, both of us have decided to top it off with more responsibilities. If you were wondering if it’s baby number 3 – it’s thankfully not. Adrian just started a new, more demanding job while I signed up to study the first year of the Masters of Medical Education.

Crazy? Absolutely! We are both probably bordering a manic phase at the moment. However, I am excited with the challenges to come and yes, we admit that these will be very difficult and stress-inducing seasons ahead of us, but hey, what is life without a good ride, eh?

Coveting your prayers.

The Lord is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.
Therefore my heart celebrates,
and I give thanks to him with my song.
Psalm 28:7

Birth announcement 2

Meet my handsome son, Ezra Seng born on 8 August 2016 at 11:23 pm. Weighing not much less from his sister at 3.44kg.

Musings from the Labour Room II

Okay. So right now I’m in the labour room. Still able to write even though I’m supposedly having pretty good contractions, thanks to the wonders of epidural!

Been having off and on regular contractions for the past 2 weeks but disappointingly never seemed to progress to established labour. Today during a routine clinic appointment, the doctor found that I was actually dilated enough to be sent to labour room. So off we went. It is a pretty exciting date to spend in the delivery room as I could possibly deliver this year or the next. From the looks of it right now, we’re thinking probably next year.

Having been trained in obstetrics and gynecology, it certainly feels quite different to be at the other end of treatment. Honestly I’m pretty nervous for when it’s time to push her out. Praying it’ll be easy and smooth.

So let me describe how the room is like to you. I’m on the bed with CTG leads stuck on my belly to monitor the contractions and baby’s heartbeat. An IV access inserted in my left radial vein with syntocinon and fluids gradually flushed into my system and an epidural catheter nicely stuck on my back.

There’s music in the room. Hubby’s playing the jazz playlist from my phone. He is sitting opposite me playing games on his laptop. Yes. He is playing games. I tell you, we are probably the most chillaxed couple in a delivery suite. Perhaps it’s because we are so immuned to the labour room environment that we are practically just waiting for me to be fully dilated to push baby out. I can guarantee you that the atmosphere will change by then. More anxiety and adrenaline.

Still a little disappointed that I did not deliver in time before my sister left for the US. Might I add that I have super awesome parents who have to cope with so much changes in the coming year. First with their youngest and most sheltered daughter going away to study half the globe away. Then there’s their son who’s preparing for a wedding in the middle of the year and now slipping into new roles of being grandparents for the first time. My love, salutes and sincerest appreciations to them.

Alrighty. Better sign off now and hopefully by tomorrow we will introduce our newest family member. 😊. Before I forget, have a happy new year!

Signs of Domestication

Alright. It’s been a month and a week into the role of a wife.

My friends have asked me how is life like now that I’m a married woman. Well, in an instance, I’d give you a very positive response like, “It’s been really fun” or “It’s awesome”… somewhere along those lines. A friend asked Adrian the same question, and let’s just say his response didn’t quite answer the question. I’m not sure whether it’s just me or are most men just like that.

“ehhh. it’s married life. What would you expect?”


It’s as if men just take it in stride like any other ordinary phase of life. Okay. I guess I shouldn’t generalize. Maybe it’s just my guy. Newly wedded wives, how has your husband reacted to questions like that?

Of course there are a lot of things which are different now and just last Saturday, it hit me and I realized that I’m showing symptoms and signs of domestication. Good thing? Bad? Not sure.

Here are some evidences:

#1: Adrian and I are actually (like really actually) excited about the idea of cooking on our own and trying out new recipes. Yeah, we did a lot of cooking when we lived in Slim River and I must say, we had a lot of fun experimenting in the kitchen. Since moving back to KL and with the convenience of numerous restaurants here, we’ve stopped conjuring magic in the kitchen for a while now but we can’t wait to get back to garlic-smelling-fingers, onion-tearified-eyes, oil-burnt-skin-marks, knife-sliced-fingers and oh-so-delicious-own-home-cooked-food. 🙂 Not that we are deprived of that from our parents, but food really does taste different when you’ve cooked it yourself (burnt and what not). We were practically gleefully (well, at least I have!) choosing pans, cookers, utensils, etc. Now we’re just waiting for the stove and oven to get a makeover from the factory and then let the cooking begin! 🙂

#2 Going to Big Bad Wolf Book Sale and finding myself trailing to the cookbook section. Seriously. I think I spent the most time there drooling going through beautiful books filled with delicious images and probably fantasizing the possibility of me successfully making them. There is absolutely no way I could do what some of my friends do with their kitchen. The photos of their dishes and cakes are so superb, it’s worth a kowtow.

#3 Our first big buys as a married couple were a washing machine and a dryer. They’ve been our good friends so far. 🙂

#4 I practically enjoyed ironing clothes on a quiet Saturday afternoon. Yes, you read that right. I actually heard myself say in my head that I’m having a good time. (What? O.O)  Well, of course, throw in some jazz tunes and the smell of spa diffusing from the aromatherapy jar, it instantly becomes a therapeutic ‘me’ time. 🙂 Trust me.

#5 We find ourselves walking in the detergent and cleaning products aisle in the grocery store and visiting ACE Hardware numerous times to look for appliances to fix some stuff up in the house. Oh, not to forget IKEA. How can one not go to IKEA and dream of an ideal home?

Haha. I can almost imagine the long time married wives would look and laugh at me for it won’t be long before the list above will soon feel like deadly boring chores.

Oh gosh, I hope not. I’m sure there are ways to inject some fun into it?

Nothing like a nice clean house, right?

Day of Ones

At this eleventh hour, I’d like to share a few trivial facts for this special day. I’ll just call this the Day of Ones.

Today’s date is One-One-One.

It has been exactly one year since the day I got engaged.

It has been exactly one month since we had our registration of marriage.

And in exactly one month’s time, I will finally say I do to my only one on the first day of December.

The dates seem to align itself just right. 🙂 let the countdown begin.

Adrian was a darling to sum up the Day of Ones in a beautiful picture. I love it.


Pre-wedding Photography

“So how was your trip?”


If we had to sum the entire Europe trip in one word, that would be it.

Really, I think we have never felt so exhausted during a holiday before. Our bodies were so drained by the second day of shoot so much so I was literally falling asleep while getting my make up on in the wee hours of the morning. haha.

and,… who said taking pre-wedding pictures was easy? Oh boy, it’s super not.

No wonder some people take photos in a studio because you could travel the entire world in one room. There was so much of walking and posing and smiling and changing gowns/clothes, and walking and jumping, etc etc. Plus, it was a little scary walking out in the main streets of Paris in a poofy wedding gown and the whole world staring right at ya! We received car honks in recognition, many congratulations and felicitations from the friendly Parisians and there were quite a few tourist who took pictures of us posing too! Talk about awkward! 😛

Nevetheless, that being said, we enjoyed every second of it. Our photographer, his wife and our makeup artist were so patient and kind to us throughout the entire time. I could only hope that they had a good time as much as we did. The trip to Loire Valley was really fun and the castles there are simply gorgeous.

“Those aren’t pre-wedding photos… where are they?”

Yup, they aren’t ready yet and are just about going through the final touches in the lab, but we will get them pretty soon, I think. 🙂