Mother's Day

It’s confusing that Mother’s Day is celebrated on different days in different parts of the world. This year, the Malaysians celebrate it on 13 May, whereas it’s not even in the same month in France (it falls on the 7^th of June). I have no idea why the different dates. So whenever I live in a different continent, I end up getting a surprised response when I phone my mom to give my warm wishes.

 

It’s not only getting a surprising “huh?!” from the end of the phone that really bothers me. We have missed celebration together as a family for many years. I haven’t lived with parents since 1995. I have not only been away from home but away from my country. If I don’t remember wrongly, there were one or two occasions where I went back to KL to visit my parents and which coincide with Mother’s Day. Since then, I could only wish her over the phone. Sometimes I don’t even realise that the celebration has already passed in Malaysia. I guess she understood now (that the dates are different in different countries) and not mistaken me as an ungrateful child when I don’t call her on that day.

 

Fortunately my mom has many loving friends who are with her in my absence. I know that her fellow “aunty” friends fancy going out together to celebrate festivals and special days. Well, actually, I suppose they like to celebrate just about anything ‘cos the idea is to enjoy good food with good friends! It’s really nice to have such a culture. My mom gets to enjoy the food nevertheless and also to hear from me.

 

I hope one day that we could do more celebrations in Malaysia, with my parents of course. That’s possible during my retirement. I have in mind spending 6 months in France and 6 months in Malaysia. Retirement is when we can really call it a day and leave us alone; we want to live wherever we want. Malaysia is an obvious choice. Friends and family would still be there. It would be affordable for us to live comfortably only with our pension funds. The spicy food, blazing sun, language (more and more people speak English) and culture are not new to my husband. This is going to be like our yearly trip back anyway. It’s just extended from 3 weeks to 6 months. Oh, it feels so good just by thinking about it. Having enough time to absorb the heat, to consume the most delicious asam laksa and durian, to feel the soft white sands on its beaches…..and lots more. Well, it’s not just about us really, the retirement and such. I would also like to spend the last years of the lives of my parents with them. Call it catching up missed opportunities or what, we know that we want to spend these times together after being physically distanced for a long time. And also, there is a Chinese saying; your children would do the same to you as you did to your own parents. Treat them dearly just as they have taken care of us.

Study package

Oh boy. I’m getting worried as my study materials, which were sent out last Thursday from London, have yet to arrive. Poor school, having to pay high for DHL’s express service for speedy delivery, only to be wasted because it’s taking more than 3 days now. It’s as if, any matters to do with courier services (as a matter of fact, any services), once touching down on the land of the Gauls, things turn to take on a slow motion. It gets worse when your matter falls into the hands of the imbeciles, ‘cos then, your package will take on a cartoon motion. Gosh, I shall try to control my imagination to stay sane and zen.

 

I must give credit to my school though. If I haven’t mentioned their name before, here’s a good opportunity. I’m not trying to do publicity here. But I’m a strong believer of commending people for providing good services. It encourages the services community to strive for excellence. Oh, well, the school name, please! It’s The Centre for Financial & Management Studies, School of Oriental and African Studies University of London. All my questions sent my email have been, so far, answered within 3 working days. Information and instructions are clearly written on their website. The admin staff alerted me immediately on the day they received my payment of academic fees (you guys are quicker than my banker!). Any matters that require my attention, I get updated promptly. Well done!

Ready, steady...go

That's it. My long distance course is starting in 3 days' time. That's if the courrier services make the delivery as promised T+1, i.e. tomorrow. Before mid-day to be precise. On one hand, I'm really excited about diving into the materials and intrigue myself by finding all the answers that I've been asking in the course of my work. On the other hand, I'm a little scared. What if I can't cope. What if my confidence slips away while discovering that I have trouble with maths and writing good arguments for my assignments. What if I don't have enough time for my husband....and later baby and household chores.

We'll see....no wonder why having time-management skills is an asset nowadays. By hook or by crook, I'm determined to get through this this time.

(New) Rhythm & (Monday) blues

This month has been superb. We have long weekend almost every week. It feels like working for a few days and then rest for a few days and then so on. I like this new rhythm. How I wish it lasts forever. The only possiblity to make this a reality is when I have school-going kids and when I decide to take a pay cut in order to have a permanent Wednesday off (for the kids). This is one thing I like about living in France. Never mind about the pay cut, time is gold!

I'm so looking forward to our weekend getaway in Lisbon end of this month. Yeah, that's another long weekend in France. We've been reasonable and not disposing our bonus on entertainment and holidays. We're saving up for something.....BIG. I don't know about you, but I'm a strong believer in savings. Never mind about not going to the fancy Mauritius or Maldives for a beach holiday, having hard cash in hand is king!

Here's what our big project is about. Buying a house. House...as in rooted on the ground. The idea seems overwhelming at first when we first discovered the price tags in the Parisian suburbs. Again, we're reasonable people, we're not buying a chateau. The range of options in the Parisian region is wide enough for us to make an optimum selection of size, location, amenities, authenticity, etc......vs. price.

Lets see...what will we be doing to fully enjoy this weekend. Oh, did I mention that this upcoming weekend is also 3 days long? We have taken tickets to see the Andy Warhol exhibition at the Grand Palais. We would also need to do some household chores. A major re-organisation in our study room is needed as I will start my master's degree programme in June. I'm looking forward to studying again but I feel anxious at the same time. It has been a long time since I have done my bachelor's. My maths might be a bit rusty, I think I should be able to recall the concepts quickly once I'm shown some examples.

We shall do some sports too. Golf. Sounds like a plan. Yoga, swimming, walking.....anything but working.

Life goes on

Having lived in Asia during the SARS period, I learned that life must go on with the swine flu. The key, though, is with caution. And I don’t mean being paranoid every time we step out of our house. My colleague is having this fear that he might die the next day by catching this new string of flu. I thought he was being paranoid. But then again, I don’t blame him. Recalling back the days in Singapore, I was really scared. We didn’t know what and how this came about. It could strike anyone anytime.

Thank God, I survived that phase.

At every crisis, we learn. We learned first of all, to put hygiene at top priority. We re-commit to simple habits such as washing hands with soap regularly especially after using the toilet and before eating and sneezing and coughing into a tissue paper. We watch our health by exercising and eating well. We need to stay en forme so that our immune system is ready to fight off that prowling virus.

I remember avoiding crowded places and travelling during that period. It’s a simple rule of probability that you have a higher risk of exposure by having more contact with other people. I’m not only talking about direct contact. Apparently, close proximity poses a similar risk.

Finally, stay positive and have courage.

Mon Chat

Meet Mon Chat. We don't know her name. So that's how we call her.

This is the cat that has appeared in several entries in our blog. We don't know if she belongs to anyone in our neighbourhood. She used to go from house to house for food and lodging. We suspect that she ran away from a nasty master. Her history remains a mystery to us and she never talked about it.....

Since she got to know us better, she has been coming to our place regularly. And now, she's practically living with us. At first, we thought she comes for the food. Then we realised that she's not that mercenary after all. On some days, even salmon skin doesn't interest her. She comes to see us.

I think that she's pretty happy to get daily "bonjour" and caress from us, sleeping in her box on rainy days and lying on the balcony on sunny days. Her life is worry-free. She makes us realise that many simple joys bring great happiness.

Do you know your job?

Is bankers’ reputation tarnished? I am seeing headlines on banking scandals on the front page every other day. No doubt some reports have simply been played up by the media; the current financial crisis is real. The chain of events in 2008 made me start thinking about some issues. Job security is obviously on everyone’s mind. But here is a very fundamental question I ask myself: do we really know what we do?