Mental Leftovers

Forgive the silence. I’ve been feeling rather uninspired these days. It’s not that I’ve got nothing to say, but some days I feel this isn’t the best medium to log my thoughts. I guess I might actually miss keeping a diary. We’ll see.

Anyhow, I’ve returned to burrowing my nose in books and hopefully, the words will flow once again.

Time and time again, this song has touched my soul ever since I first heard it at 14. Have a blessed Easter weekend.

An ex-colleague at the papers forwarded this link to me and my heart goes out to these workers. Why can’t some human beings treat other human beings like they’re human beings? 

http://theonlinecitizen.com/2009/01/%e2%80%9ci-hope-singapore-government-punish-them%e2%80%9d/

It’s been a hectic, yet forgettable year (or maybe it’s just my brains turning to mush). A year spent juggling mommyhood and a demanding part-time gig that at times, felt like a full-time job. A year, very much like the previous, that was lived most of the time from day to day, week by week, with what I like to call minimal drama. But that’s not to say, it wasn’t fruitful. I finally found time to finish reading a book in days, not weeks. I’ve developed new passions, interests and more importantly, I had a wonderful year bonding with my little princess.

For many, 2008, particularly the last few months, has been, at best, uncertain and unsettling. And likewise, we haven’t been immune from the barrage of bad economic news that dominate the headlines every single day. Which is why I’ve decided to celebrate all that I’m thankful for in this last post for this year.

I’m grateful that I’ve been able to spend the past one year and four months at home watching my daughter grow. This wouldn’t have been possible at all without my supportive better half.  I’m grateful for our new home which now officially houses a year of wonderful memories. I’m thankful for close friends who have kept me sane with their visits, emails, online conversations and more importantly, love, support and encouragement. I’m grateful that my parents and parent-in-laws are healthy and happy. I’m thankful for my vivacious niece and lovely nephew. I’m immensely thankful that we’ve found a church that we can grow with. My list goes on and on. If there’s one big lesson that I took away from this year, it’s that there’s so much we can do without and still be satisfied. That at the end of the day, it’s not what you have, but who you have that counts.

Going into 2009, which pundits have predicted would be another tumultuous one, I’ve chosen this as my mantra:

Philippians 4: 6 ”Don’t worry about anything, instead pray about everything;..”

I’m no worry wart but in the past few months, with the economic meltdown weighing on everyone’s minds, I can’t help but think about what would happen if (fill in the blanks). And it hit me one weekend during a sermon that I’d be so much better off using the time I spend on the “what ifs” in life on growing my prayer life. Like they say, worry accomplishes absolutely nothing but prayer — it has the power to change everything.

Happy New Year!

One of the toughest things about relocating (at least for me) is having to find someone you can trust with your hair all over again. It’s as challenging and stressful as seeking out the perfect nanny or babysitter (okay, I might just be exaggerating a tad but trust me, it’s close). My close friends would know I haven’t had much luck, given the amount of time I spend whining to them about how over-priced or unskilled mane-minders here are, especially with limp, lifeless Asian hair. 

In my four-almost-five years here now, I did come very close to finding THE ONE, but then we decided to move. And I simply don’t have the time or energy to drive 40 minutes just to get a haircut. Still, that’s no reason enough for doing what I did today. In what must be a complete lapse of judgement and common sense, I decided to head for the nearest decent-looking salon and get my haircut.  I should have known better. It’s a complete disaster… I mean the last time I left a salon crying was when I was 10 and I refused to go to school for two days. Granted no tears were shed today but I’m terribly grateful it’s winter so I can hide in my beanie!

I woke up with a headful of beautiful hair and all I have now is a short crop. Santa, somebody, anybody, I need a wig! I know, I know, it’s just hair and in six months, everything will be fine… but still……………. SIGH.