Sunday, 15 February 2015

Love stories

Disclaimer: Written from the perspective of a pregnant woman who has been married for three years and mightn’t be the right context for you.

I used to be sappy and love a good cry over tragic heartbreaks in love stories. Probably remnants of my Malaysian childhood growing up on an unhealthy dose of Taiwanese series where it’s usually impossible for the heroine and hero to be together unless they died together.







Last night however, we made a trip to the West End and watched Miss Saigon. Now, I was aware it was a love story between an American soldier and a local Vietnamese girl, but I wasn’t prepared to be as confronted by the prostitution of the girls in the beginning scene in Dreamland, a place where they promised girls the slim chance they could find love and thus find their way out of war-torn Saigon into America.

Now I won’t give the story away too much but suffice to say, I know this Miss Saigon story. It’s a tale as old as time and it isn’t a bad one but I was surprised by how little it moved me. Call me a cynic now, but having gone through what Mr HEA and I have gone through, I no longer believe in that heady passionate lust in the loins kind of love to be true love.

I think of love now in a different context and love to me is kind, caring and mutually nurturing. We love each other therefore we want to be better parts of ourselves, to do what’s right for the other party and to be there, just be present for when the other needs you. I feel guilt when I think about how I shan’t be fully devoted to loving just MrHEA once we have a child, and I think that is my deep love for him that is bringing on this guilt. I feel stronger with this than I ever did with our 9 years of dating and the first year of marriage. And I know this because I used to always toy with the idea that I could leave him and that I would be fine. That I could live without him and be complete still.

But now, it’s been a whole year where I have not uttered a single threat of leaving him. Yes, I know, I haven’t been PMSing so it’s not quite the same situation as before, but as we grow this child in me, it’s fostered this seal between us where I cannot imagine us apart ever again. I cannot be complete without him and know we couldn’t live apart from here on. This now has made me a total cynic in love stories. I much rather believe in a love where two people actually live through each other’s eyes and are constantly present (now this doesn’t mean glued at the hips, but I refer to being focused on each other when communicating with each other) and watching out for each other’s wellbeing.

Having that love will be my Valentine. I don’t need no sexy lingerie ( can’t fit into them presently anyways) or a bunch of flowers ( but a heart shaped confection or any shape confection really will still be accepted) to romance me. Just a kind word and loads of patience (and cuddles and back rubs) with me as I waddle my way along behind him as he parts the London crowds, navigating us through our London life together.


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Friday, 2 January 2015

Adieu Xmas & 2014; Hello 2015!




We had a quiet Xmas in London on the actual day. Donning tacky Christmas jumpers for an obligatory Xmas photo, we had just a couple of lobster tails and 30 day aged Hereford steaks after Christmas day mass.


Then we ate our desserts whilst watching a live rendition of Sound of Music with Carrie Underwood and Stephen Moyer. Not as festive as we are used to, but nonetheless full of joy and peace, we knew we would have a very different Christmas in 2015 and we wanted to steal back any time we could have to ourselves before then.

You see, I had a small epiphany leading up to Christmas, because I decided that life without Mr HEA in 2013 was joyless, soulless and purposeless, I knew that what I had in 2014 was enough. Enough excitement, enough love, enough happiness. That no matter how little I bought, how little stuff we had, how simple our lives in 2014 were, I felt we were the most blessed couple in the world, because we found each other and because we still loved each other after all that we went through, and that we could begin a little family of our own together next year. It seemed so fulfilling that I am overjoyed with our lives.

We came home to Sydney. We had our delayed Xmas gatherings with the family and our dearest friends.


There were no exchanges of gifts, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t need them because I was being given the most enthralling gift of all, the love and concern of such beautiful people. After each gathering, I breathed in deeply to remind myself that it wasn’t a dream, that I indeed had been in the presence of some rather wonderful beings and that they were all really good people that I wanted to surround my life with. and it only took me thirty years to find them all.

So, in 2015, I pray that I will continue to remember to be thankful for what I do have and not covet what I do not. I pray that as I earn less income whilst on Maternity Leave, I will not feel embarrassed or powerless in the presence of other hardworking people’s wealth leading to my discontent or insecurity or worse, tantrum throwing because of the former two feelings. As we held each other last night whilst watching the fireworks, his hand firmly holding on to my bump holding on to our squirming, unborn child and I at the same time, I knew that we would be fine in 2015, because we would be together, in the same place and as one.

May your 2015 be filled with just as much joy and peace as you can fathom and may you love all the moments you get to spend with your nearest and dearest. God bless.


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Monday, 22 July 2013

Moved to Wordpress

I moved to a new place.

I will miss blogger as a platform but there are a variety of reasons for this move. I hope you'll keep following on with my posts on my new wordpress.com domain. If not, I will dearly miss your company.

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Saturday, 20 July 2013

3 Things I Wish I Knew Before We Got Married

I still have some holiday posts to go up, but I feel like I haven't done a chest-baring post for a while. One that lets you all know what really went on under the surface of the happy holiday-making.

So here goes, my happy ever after almost ended in Madrid. He left me in the streets because we were fighting. Something really good happened in my career path just before I left you see, and I begged the question to Mr.HEA, if my career was to go places, would he give up UK and come back for me. And he never answered the question. I mean, he said he would, but I knew it wasn't what his heart wanted.

So, I prayed a prayer in Barcelona. At Gaudi's beautiful cathedral, I got on my knees in the pews and sought God's guidance, and I remembered the second reading we chose in our wedding ceremony. I chose it actually, in case you start thinking badly of Mr HEA, but I chose Ephesians 5's way on marriage, because I do believe in the teachings of Christ and that if we tried our best to follow Christ's framework of love, it would all work. And I knew it would need to serve as a reminder for us for the rest of our married life, because I was so strong-willed, I would find it hard to submit.

Anyways, Mr HEA and I talked it through that night. It was the beginning of many conversations. And my thoughts of leaving him dimmed because I wasn't about to make a life choice that goes against the value system that I had built for myself. After all, I have a path to walk and I wish to walk that with integrity; part of that was always to fulfill my role as a good Wife. I had fundamentally always dreamed of being that one day. And almost two years ago, I deemed Mr.HEA as the One when we walked down that aisle together as Husband and Wife.

I am happy now. It's funny how the world becomes less harsh when you stop going against the tide. I am more at peace now and Mr.HEA seems supportive and loving once more, instead of that torn man he was when I first realised I had to let him go to London, the one he reverted to once again when I begged him to come back for me.

I was the only thing left in Sydney that he loved (vice versa, he was the only thing in UK that I loved). He wanted me to want to join him because we missed living with each other so much. We had forgotten how to live with each other being apart for six months, and that scared us so. 

So, I took steps to revisit getting that visa to go over. Steps we postponed in February this year because we hoped another route would come through, but we were at the mercy of a big corporate and all their politics. That' always a horrible place to be. I made the choice to take it into our own hands instead and chose the route that we knew was risky but yielded quicker results. I think I will be there to join him soon. Well, there's hope anyways. Perhaps October? In time for our second year anniversary if the stars could align that way, but in any case, it'll be before this year is over I guess.

I've strung you along for quite a read now, when all I really wanted to share was the article below that I found on Facebook, words of Wisdom from a married man's perspective. If you don't mind reading further, please do, the teachings are beautiful.



I used to think I had my stuff together. Then I got married.

Marriage is great—but it rocked everything I knew. I quickly realized my basic goal in life, prior to getting married, was to simply remain undisturbed.

This “disruption” came suddenly and was disguised as a 5-foot-nothing Swedish-Filipino woman. When I decided I’d rather not live without her, I proceeded to ask her to marry me—that is, to officially invite someone who wasn’t me to be in my personal space for the rest of my life.

This decision introduced my most significant experiences and most challenging experiences—none of which I would trade for the world.

However, I wish I’d had a bit more insight on the front end of our marriage to help me navigate it all.

According to most research, more than 50 percent of people who say “I do” will not be sleeping in the same bed eight years from now. And though Scripture alludes to the fact that adultery and abuse may be reasons individuals might end a marriage, I’d be willing to bet that most challenges experienced in marriage are the result of unawareness. Most people—myself included—jump into marriage with suitcases full of misconceptions and bad theology, entirely unaware of the unique beauty and paradoxical intentions of marriage.


Although happiness is often a very real byproduct of a healthy relationship, marriage has a far more significant purpose in sight.
The following are three thoughts on marriage that friends and mentors have shared with me. I remind myself of them often in hopes of keeping this anomaly called marriage both enjoyable and healthy.

1. Marriage is not about living happily ever after.

Here’s the truth: I get annoyed at my wife. But this is more a reflection of me than her.

I’m intensely certain that nothing in life has ever made me more angry, frustrated or annoyed than my wife. Inevitably, just when I think I’ve given all I can possibly give, she somehow finds a way to ask for more.

The worst part of it all is that her demands aren’t unreasonable. One day she expects me to stay emotionally engaged. The next, she's looking for me to validate the way that she feels. The list goes on—but never ventures far from things she perfectly well deserves as a wife.

Unfortunately for her, deserving or not, her needs often compete with my self-focus. I know it shouldn’t be this way, but I am selfish and stubborn and, overall, human.

I once read a book that alluded to the idea that marriage is the fire of life—that somehow it’s designed to refine all our dysfunction and spur us into progressive wholeness. In this light, contrary to popular opinion, the goal of marriage is not happiness. And although happiness is often a very real byproduct of a healthy relationship, marriage has a far more significant purpose in sight. It is designed to pull dysfunction to the surface of our lives, set it on fire and help us grow.

When we’re willing to see it this way, then the points of friction in our marriages quickly become gifts that consistently invite us into a more whole and fulfilling experience of life.

2. The more you give to marriage, the more it gives back.

Over the past year, a few friends and I have had an open conversation about the highs and lows of marriage—specifically how to make the most of the high times and avoid the low ones. Along the way, we happened upon a derailing hypothesis that goes something like this: If one makes their husband or wife priority number one, all other areas of life benefit.


When we return marriage to its rightful place in our priorities, it can quickly turn into the greatest asset to every other layer of our lives.

It’s a disorienting claim. Disorienting, because it protests my deeper persuasion that success as an entrepreneur, or any professional, requires that career takes the throne of my priorities and remain there for, at the very least, a couple of years.


However, seeing that my recent pattern of caring about work over marriage had produced little more than paying bills and a miserable wife, I figured giving the philosophy a test drive couldn’t hurt.

For 31 days, I intentionally put my wife first over everything else, and then I tracked how it worked. I created a metric for these purposes, to mark our relationship as priority, and then my effectiveness in all other areas of my life on the same scale, including career productivity and general quality of life.

To my surprise, a month later, I had a chart of data and a handful of ironic experiences to prove that the more you give to marriage, the more it gives back.

Notably, on the days my wife genuinely felt valued, I observed her advocating for me to invest deeply in to my work. She no longer saw our relationship and my career pursuits as competitors for my attention, and as she partnered with me in my career, I have experienced the benefits of having the closest person in my life champion me.

Of course, marriage requires sacrifice. And sometimes it will feel as if it takes and takes. However, when we return marriage to its rightful place in our priorities, it can quickly turn from something we have to maintain and sacrifice for into the greatest asset to every other layer of our lives.

3. Marriage can change the world.

John Medina, the author of Brain Rules and a Christian biologist, is often approached by men looking for the silver bullet of fathering. In one way or another, they all come around to asking, “What’s the most important thing I can do as a father?”

Medina's answer alludes to a surprising truth.

In my previously mentioned experiment, I measured the effect that making my marriage priority number one had on different areas of my life. One of those areas was my 16-month-old son’s behavior.

What I found in simply charting my observations was that the majority of the time, my child’s behavior was directly affected by the level of intention I invested in my marriage.

Re-enter John Medina, the Christian biologist. After years of biological research and several books on parenting conclusions, what is his answer to the question, “What’s the most important thing I can do as a father”?

“Go home and love your wife.”

Gary Ezzo and Robert Bucknam, the authors of Babywise, say it this way: “A healthy marriage creates an infused stability within the family and a haven of security for a child in their development process.” They go on to sum up their years of research by saying, “In the end, great marriages produce great parents.”

The point is that marriage has a higher goal than to make two people happy or even whole. Yes, the investment we make into our marriage pays dividends for us. But, concluded by Medina and his colleagues, the same investment also has significant implications for our family, our community and eventually our culture.

So men, women, the next time you find yourself dreaming about living significantly or succeeding in your career or being a better parent than yours were to you, do the world a favor: Go home and love your wife. Go home and and love your husband.

Admin Khuy

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Lake Como

Or Naboo to Star Wars Aficionados. We only spent one day trip here. What with the ridiculously irregular ferry timetable and the magical gardens of the merchant villas, one doesn't really get to cover that much ground, so it'd be difficult to follow on the 'ten things we did' trend.

I thought ten unfiltered pictures on the beauty of Lake Como and its surroundings might satiate your curious appetite whilst letting the place sell itself to you on why even a geeky genius like George Lucas deemed this the perfect setting to fall in love in the Empire.











I hadn't recalled this, but I used to love Gwen Stefani's music video for the song Cool. If I put two and two together, I'd have figured out why I always knew Lake Como was the perfect backdrop for loving.


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