Day Out at Kensington Park

It was a bit chilly today but we all left for a little day out in London and to bring grandma, grandpa + auntie back home. The hotel that we met up at was very near Hyde/Kensington Park and so after we met up and had lunch at Tukdin, a Malaysian restaurant (that’s quite delicious, affordable and clean for a central London location), we went for a stroll at the park. The walk was short but it was very sweet. Cold as it was, the park was beautiful! After about an hour or so we decided to head back to


A few weeks ago I got suckered persuaded, to run a 5k in Cambridge. I agreed because it’s for a good cause and that it’s still a few months down the road, which basically means I have plenty of time to practice for it. While one can walk this 5k, I want to do it properly and I had this oh so awesome plan to start running again for this 5K AND also to loose a few pounds… the same few pounds from a few months ago. I asked my friends for some tips on how to get started and


A few weeks ago a good friend of mine mentioned this thing called a Herman. I knew then that I should not have not chimed up but I did – it was like one of those childhood moment when you knew you shouldn’t do it but since all your friends were doing it, you did it too. Five days ago, via Facebook, this same friend said that Herman was ready to for me (and three others). It took me a good whole minute to figure out who/what this Herman was. My mind went sorting through the folds of my brain

House Keeping

Hubby thinks I suck at cleaning because I grew up with a maid (or three). I disagree. I know people who didn’t grow up with (or ever even had) a housekeeper who is not good at house cleaning. Personally, I think I am not too shabby. I dust, sweep, mop, etc. well enough (hubby think a lot can be improved). My issue, the reason why I “suck” at it, is: I hate don’t like it. I clean because I have eeky bathroom phobia, get itchy skin, and in general rather live in a clean and tidy place than a messy one.

She Needs It

A haircut that is. It’s about time, don’t you think? The problem is though, Jovie does not like scissors, or strangers. Getting Jovie to stay still while being trimmed is like trying to yank a lollipop out of her little hand – this girl LOVES her lollies!! It’s not too bad looking I suppose but I think sometimes before she starts pre-school this girl will need to learn how to stay calm during a trim. I have tried a few times to get some scissors near her but each time she always freaked out. A hairdresser told me to do

Celebrating the Little Things

Sometimes, when nothing exciting seems to happen in our lives, we tend to forget that there is always something to be thankful about and to celebrate even (a few high fives here and there). The last week or two have been like that here. But, I want to remind myself of what we have and what each of us have accomplished the last few weeks. Jovie is better at potty training Jovie is extremely polite M is in the next stage of swimming lessons We’re so glad M changed gymnastics club Hubby got a new position I got to dress