Listen well – NBC



Take a moment to
…stop thinking
…stop talking
…stop judging
Silent and Listen have
 the exact same letters.
Think about it.
Take a moment now to
listen well.
Listen to your heart
Listen to others
Listen to nature
Listen to mewsic!



Keep Looking Up – NBC

NBC is 5 today!


I can’t believe how quickly time has passed.  Today is exactly 5 years since I started blogging.  I was looking for a new hobby and thought it would be awesome to have an online journal.  A place where I can share my a little about my life, random stuff, quotes or humor with the world.
Blogging has also been a wonderful platform for me to express myself and share my deepest thoughts and wishes which are buried deep within. You know, some things in life are so mind-boggling.
Sydelle who was then only 6-year old suggested the name ‘New Bloggy Cat’ for my blog.  She adores cats and she even drew me this picture for my profile.


Two years later when she was 8, she drew another picture for me which still remained as my profile picture.


My two daughters have been and still are my biggest inspiration when it comes to blogging.  And Shaye, my 6-year old use to say ‘Blob’ instead of ‘Blog’ when she was younger. I loved the way she asked me, “Mom, are you going to post something on your blob? “


What I’ve learned these past 5 years is that…
…there are so many wonderful bloggers out there who are unbelievably talented when it comes to sharing their passion. 
…it is okay to make grammar mistakes because it’s all part of the learning process.
…it does not matter how many people clicked the ‘like’ button on my post or how many are following my blog. It is not about the numbers but the passion for blogging.
…blogging does not have to be for monetary gain.  I once  suggested to a friend to start a blog and she said to me, “I will not do anything for free.”    But I believe she’s missing out on the priceless gift and joy of just blogging for fun.
…blogging is therapeutic and it makes me happy.  It keeps me going and growing.
Thank you all for being part of my wonderful blogging experience!  
~Keep looking up, my friends!~





The surprise gift basket

gift basket

Just two days ago I wrote about the gift baskets I collected and I thought that’ll be all for my collection this year.
This afternoon,  I spotted this beautiful maroon basket across the street where I lived.  It’s a beautiful and sturdy looking gift basket.  Life is full of surprises!
I was feeling a bit under the weather today and I believe this gift basket carries with it a simple yet poignant message just for me:





My friend, Riani

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When I look at the dreamcatcher I think of my friend, Riani.  Riani is a foreign domestic worker from Medan, Indonesia.  She works for a couple with two children ages,  8 and 6. 
The first time I met her was at the swimming pool near the beach which we frequent.  She would sit by the poolside and watch her employer’s children while they swam in the pool.  I smiled at her but she was afraid to talk as her employer was sitting on the bench near the swimming pool.
Once, I saw her at the children’s playground near the swimming pool.  My girls love the playground too and I would sit with Riani and chat with her.  As the Indonesian language is similar to our national language, we have no problem understanding each other.  Her employer, both the husband and wife would be seen sitting at the nearby restaurant drinking and talking to their friends.  Occasionally, the wife would steal a glance toward the playground.
I remember the last time I saw Riani.  It was a Saturday.  That morning, she was told to get the children ready and to pack their swimwear and clothes. On the way to the beach, she could recognize the route and thought they must be heading to the swimming pool near the beach.  She said in her heart, she hoped she would see me there. And that explained why she was so happy when she saw me.
While we were at the playground that day, Riani shared with me her plight working as a domestic worker.  Her employer, the husband seemed reasonable but his wife treated her badly.  Even when she was sick, she was given just a few Panadol tablets.  Every day, she has to take care of the children, cook and do all the housework.  The husband leaves for work early and comes home late. The wife would not lift a finger to help with anything around the house and she would rather sit in the house and do nothing.  If the family had to go somewhere for a few days or for holidays, she would be sent to a relative’s house to do more housework.  It’s ironic to know that she never had a day off since she started working with this family more than a year ago.
She had previously worked in Saudi Arabia for a couple of years.  Though the laws there are strict, her employer treated her well.  She regretted coming here to work.  She felt she would be better off and happier working in her own country.   She cannot wait for her contract to finish so she could go home and be reunited with her family.  
I had a lot of time that day as my hubby had taken the girls to the beach to swim and pick seashells.  I just sat there with her and listened.  I knew that she needed a friend to vent her frustrations. I advised her not to hold any grudges against her employer.    And that she is not to be blamed if her lady boss sulked all day, never smiled at her or talked to her in a kind manner.
I told Riani that she has every right to be happy and she must always have happy thoughts no matter how difficult life may seem.  And she must persevere and look forward to the day she can pack her bags and go home.  Even as I was talking to her, I could see her employer watching us from a distance. We sat next to each other on the bench but we talked without facing each other.  I do hope that she did not get into any trouble as she was told to refrain from talking to other people.
About half an hour later, her employer took her children to the beach.  It was a relieved and a good break for her.  I offered her some chocolate because chocolate always makes me happy when I feel sad.
Before we said goodbye, I gave her a dreamcatcher.  I wanted her to have something that was made in Indonesia.  Something that would bring beautiful memories back into her life.  I hope she will never let go of her dreams.  I also wrote down my name and mobile number on a piece of paper for her but she said she was not allowed to use a mobile phone.  
And I said to her “It’s okay.  Maybe one day, when you’re back in Indonesia you could text me and let me know you are safe and happy.”  She thanked me and quickly slipped the piece of paper and dreamcatcher into her shirt pocket.
Riani’s story is commonplace.   It is sad that Riani is one of the many people trapped in some form of modern-day slavery.  I am ashamed to say that there were many cases of domestic workers being abused by their employers in this country.  And some were physically abused and there were a few cases where the workers were being locked and starved in the bathroom. 
But the only consolation for Riani is that her contract would come to an end in a few months and she will be free to go home.


May we never stop catching our dreams even if we have to go through the worst nightmares.





Rhythm of the falling rain!

Just listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
coming down like confetti from the sky,
 singing us a soothing song of nature.
When it rains, I love to
watch the trees dance,
hear the children’s laughter as
they play in the rain and
jump in the puddles.
When I was young
I was so taken with those 
lovey-dovey scenes in movies.
And I thought it was so romantic
to kiss your lover in the rain,
But in reality, we most likely
cuddle and watch TV,
play scrabble,
read a book,
or have a cup of coffee.
I love it when it rains.
Maybe it’s because
rain is not afraid of falling,
when it could no longer
hold it’s heaviness.
Our tears are just like rain.
And we have to let them flow freely
on days when our troubles
seemed too much to bear.
Just like the plants,
we’ll never grow if there’s no rain.
So let the rhythm of the falling rain
soothe and heal your soul!







PLANTastic CactUS!

It’s a scorcher!
It’s been unbearably hot and humid
for more than a week now.
My daughters thought it would be cool
to have their very own cactus
since it feels like we’re living in the desert.
My 11-year old chose the moon cactus,

moon cactus

just like her personality – reticent and artistic.
And my 6-year old picked one
that I do not even know what it’s called.


It’s a nice-looking succulent –  fresh and pleasant,
that compliments her carefree and vibrant nature.
They both have such distinct personalities
like day and night.
I bet the little one will never stop
annoying her big sister.
And I wish for big sister loads of patience
to endure the never-ending nonsense.
But I pray they’ll grow to be
confident and resilient
yet gentle and kind,
always loving and caring for each other,
that they’ll show up in good times
and times of dry spell in life.
Alone, a cact-I.
Together, a cact-US.
May they be bosom friends forever!