Diary 生活札记

140 days since landed in a new land that I will called home. Some of the days were filled with anxiety or frustration; some of the days were pure happiness and excitement. It has been a challenging journey for both my husband & I, trying to keep hold the family on our own, without any physical or financial supports from our families who are now miles apart from us. We are trying our best to be as independent as we could be. We had enjoyed the luxury of spare hands from my family members, especially from my mum who has been taking good care of my son since he was born. Now living here without her assistance and cares make it challenging, especially the little one keep feeling "home sick" with grandma not being around. We have make our greatest achievement today, owning a car by agreeing to the deal. Although it is not the dream car we wanted, but we are feeling awesome to own it. We are very excited with the journey ahead it will bring and upcoming fun filled trips.

6 weeks, since I set foot in this foreign land that I will call home. I have myself prep for a brand new start of my life when my husband and I decided to move away from home, knowing that we will be starting from fresh, like a graduate, with no network, we will be sending out hundreds and thousands of application to secure a job. However, I have never thought that it could be so demotivating. Everything back home was easy to me, started on my first job with Baker Tilly immediately on my return from UK without too much of suffer in writing up resume or cover letter, went to the interview and got the job offer almost on the spot. It was slightly different when I moved to Shell as I was being invited to apply the job by HR. The entire recruitment process took about a month, after submitting the application, waited for 3 days for the interview confirmation. There was a second interview, phone interview, about a week after the face-to-face interview was done. It took another week

Sunny day morning, lazy boy woke up late, was drinking milk at the dining room. Mum was angry about the three of us, she was complaining that we are not giving her any hands with the chores but giving her more hard times where every time she does the laundry, she needs to look for a "empty" laundry basket, so she was complaining and telling me off, because during that time it was only me at the dining room, sis was upstairs in her room and boy went to work. Then the conversation starts between me and my boy: - Son: Mummy, PoPo angry oh.... Me: Ya lor PoPo is angry. So, Rayde, please drink up your milk, later PoPo is angry with Rayde. Son: No. PoPo...PoPo....Po is angry with Mummy... Me:.(..i was caught in surprise that he knows....) how you know? No, PoPo is angry with Rayde... Son: No, PoPo is angry with Mummy, PoPo happy face with Rayde. Dad was sitting at the dinning table with us, when he overheard this conversation, he burst his smile. I quickly told my son o