Let's go home!

 Summer vacation is eventually here. The last day at work seemed to be the longest day of all. I tried the best I can to complete all tasks that can be settled immediately, so that more time can be spent with my family later. Perhaps more time too, to write something on this blog. My annual summer resolution still holds the same goal and hope: more socializing and less log-ins. More food and less neck pain. More laughters and less reviews. More of this and less of that...

I heard from my daughter that Mr. Panda has changed the curtains and stocked up the fridge. 

I am coming home....

The dream land

That magical night when all were stunned with the splendid fireworks to end yet another very exciting adventure in the dream land.

Good night Hong Kong!

MH370, please come back...

I recite this ayah everyday when I leave home for work. And I have strong faith in Allah, for it is indeed undeniable that my life is in His hands. 

The mysterious disappearance of a Malaysian aircraft MH370 Kuala Lumpur - Beijing has entered the tenth day. Regardless of all the speculations made by many parties on the beings of the plane, I kept praying that it had not crashed anywhere, be it on land or in the sea. May it landed safely somewhere and that the passengers and the crew members are still alive.

Please come home, MH370. We eagerly, but patiently, wait for you.

Leaving him on the 44th day

23 - 24 May, 2011

It was a sad decision, knowing that he is still too small and fragile to be left in the care of his father. I have no other options in my hands. The conference is important to me, and so is he. But I am determined to finish my study as soon as possible so that I'll be able to spend more time with him in the future. Hence the complicated schedule of what to do and when, carefully prepared and explained to the confused-looking man of the house.

A week before I leave him for Singapore, I've made some preparations so that he will be fine with his father. I'll be absent only for two days, but then... well... you know... *sigh*

 I have to 'import' my MIL to stay at our house with him, not because I don't trust my husband, but I know he has a lot of other things to worry about rather than the changing diaper and feeding routine.  Let him take charge of the house chores, he is always flexible to run here and there. Meantime, the baby is in safe hands of his mother.






So you see, I've prepared the milk supply, more than enough for two days. I kissed Aiman a thousand times before leaving, only stopped when my husband scolded me.

 The moment the plane departed, I started to miss my baby. My handphone went out of battery when I arrived at the hotel. To make things worse, I left the charger on top of my dressing table at home, forgotten to pack it in the bag. I can't call home. so I  cried myself to sleep....