Archive for January, 2020


It’s midnight and it’s my birthday. I’m at a ripe old age of 37, gosh that’s old. I’m practically a fossil now.

At 37, I wish I had life all figured out and everything was rosy and peachy. But in all honesty, I’m still confused as hell and struggle at being an adult every other day. I’m not in a happy space, but I will work to get there and hope to get to a point in life where I feel contented and happy.

I didn’t purposely stay up to herald in my birthday, the movie I was watching on my phone just happened to end right at 12. So I guess I managed to watch a movie as my annual birthday treat after all? It is a far cry from the cinema, but I still enjoyed the movie and nowadays, beggars can’t be choosers.

We brought the kids out for a swim finally. Trucking all their swim gear from Perth was worth the hour swim in the rain with my family. We had a family dinner afterwards and it felt like my birthday celebration already, surrounded by people I love the most and who love me the most. Doesn’t get better than that right?

So when I realised it was my birthday, I leaned over and kissed my sleeping child. Then I walked out of the bedroom and miraculously met my husband and firstborn who was making a toilet trip. I asked for a birthday kiss and hug and received a huge hug and kiss, ‘happy birthday mummy!’ said my sweet Saitaoha as she gave me the most beautiful smile.

The days are long and hard, but sometimes they can melt away in an instance when your child smiles at you. It doesn’t get better than this right?

Happy birthday Daitaoha. Let’s be better, strive harder and not give up at 37.


We celebrated ah pa’s birthday a while back, it was sweet that all the grandkids were there with their favourite Gung Gung. They all sang the birthday song gustily and my brother was there to play the birthday song on the guitar. I hope ah pa had a lovely birthday, he truly deserves to be celebrated.

Last roadside burger for a long long while. I reached the peak of my food coma perhaps three days into the holiday. But that didn’t stop me from eating and I now feel like this fat, grubby slob. I can just picture this glob of me oozing out of the Perth airport, it is not a pretty sight and I am looking forward to returning to a liquid diet and exercise plan when the holiday is over.

I’m also over the holiday. I can’t pretend that I’m looking forward to work. It will be mayhem and chaos but I rather tackle it head on then worry about the situation whilst overseas.

It’s been over five years now but I still struggle with longing to be at home with my family vs grumpy about being with R’s family at his home. It is still his home and doesn’t feel like mine. I don’t blame his family or R, we just have different lifestyles, mindsets and values. It’s easy to see how different we are when you compare his parents with mine and their styles. I am very set in my ways and it’s not easy to live with me. In a way I shudder at how incompatible we are and think how we can survive this marriage? Again, our relationship is going to be challenging in 2020, let’s hope we get through the year and hopefully the rest of our lives 无穿无烂.

Yes so I’m ready for the holiday to end now. It’s been disappointing to say the least and this Coronavirus epidemic is the icing on the cake to a crappy start of the Year of the Rat.

Picture of the day

Finally one picture of the sisters, hopefully I can get one of both of them smiling next.

Would also like one of the whole family or just me and my girls if possible.

So cute, Tristan really loves Saitaomei, it’s super sweet to watch.

We have some lovely family pictures from this trip so even though there has been frustrating times, I am still thankful we made it all back together.


😔 Wow this CNY period is just exhausting. The late nights and lack of routine have thrown the kids into a spin, or should I say a downward spiral.

Saitaomei’s crying bouts and separation anxiety were expected. I knew she wouldn’t warm to the in laws and they in return wouldn’t be able to appreciate or see her sweet and cute sides. But Saitaoha has just gone ballistic in the past few days. Not eating well or sleeping well, terrible tantrums, whiny and just downright difficult to deal with. It’s made worse that these public meltdowns are conducted in front of relatives and family friends who are possibly seeing her for the first time. The parting remarks my aunt said to me today ‘Wah really very stressful for you, don’t worry it will get better when they grow up.’ I had just spent the better part of the CNY visit consoling the little one who was crying from a fall, and was struggling with the bigger one who had a meltdown because she wanted to take her photo with her cousin who has already left. As Saitaoha screamed and wailed the whole car ride home, I just wanted to yell Enough! Enough! Enough! and jump out of the car. Like I really just wanted to leave the damn car and family and just go off for a long walk by myself.

My kids are not monsters even though they are behaving like monsters. I know that and it disappoints me that I felt disappointed in them. I truly am a total failure as a mother. My hands smart from giving Saitaoha smacks on her buttocks, my heart aches even more. It was a completely futile form of discipline, so why did I do it? Why can’t I keep my temper in check, why did I succumb to pressure? Why didn’t I just stay at home?

My ears feel like they’re always ringing with the sound of my children crying or wailing or throwing a tanty. The says are long and the nights longer. I only half asleep most of the time, my ears and eyes always on the lookout for another coughing bout, which may or may not lead to a vomiting gig, which gods on to become a late night shower, bedsheet changing and kids crying marathon. Being a mother is just so god damn tiring and I really suck at it. I feel sorry for my kids.


From this ….

To this!

Father in law spent all morning and afternoon prepping our reunion dinner. This is already a very restrained version of reunion dinner since none of R’s sisters are back, but we hardly made a dent and there’s really 鼠年有余.

The cousins during our family’s early reunion dinner. Saitaomei did not like wearing her qipao at all.

Saitaoha and LG at AEON mall.

They had lots of cute decorations there so I couldn’t resist asking Saitaoha to pose.

My family 💕.

Kids having fun nomming on bread during the car ride home.

R and said this is our worst nightmare, 8 kids!

Happy 除夕夜 everyone 😃.

Losing battle

4.15 am. Saitaomei and I have been up for the past couple of hours shifting from bedroom to bedroom as she makes her way through them, coughing till she pukes out the Panadol I’ve been trying to feed her to get her fever down. It’s a losing battle and I’m running out of clothes to change her into. This is her third set 😭.

Oh why oh why do the gods test me so. I’m just so tired from this holiday it just doesn’t feel like one at all.

I hope the Year of the Rat is when the kids and I become stronger and build up our immune system against all the bugs and viruses out there.

Saitaoha is sick again and I’m totally devastated about it 😭. Poor kid just doesn’t get a break, sick three days into her holiday, with all the other kids around as well, there’s the worry that they will catch her bug too and their holiday (as well as my siblings’ holiday) will be ruined as well. I know I’m being a worry wart but these things keep me awake at night. The lack of quality sleep from constantly crying and stirring kids is also making me a kill joy, I am a snarky bear to be around with and I don’t blame others from wanting to keep far far away.

Happier times of the sisters and my kids colouring together. That’s the best part of family holidays.

Let’s hope we all huat this year! Be it in health, wealth or luck.

Poor girl, she looks so worn out here. I’m glad we got to go for a spin at my favourite Kenyalang, I love this place.

All the Chinese New Year stalls were out but it felt very quiet this year.

I never get to spend enough time with my dear brother when he’s back, so I treasure all our snippets of conversation where I get a glimpse of his life in US. Every time I see him I selfishly wish he lives nearer to us. I wish my parents had their son with them. But he’s happy and that’s all that matters.

Roadside burger for supper last night, we can barely stuff anything into our bursting bellies anymore but I think my siblings did it for me.

It was nostalgic but as usual, after we devoured it, there was that tinge of regret.

We are waiting for R and my in laws to pick us up, my stint at home with my family is over and I’m already sad.

January 2020