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At work as a support worker, I get to know my clients adventures, milestones and misfortunes. Sad, but thats true. But it depends on how you look at it really. But on my second day of duty I met another lady on the job who was keen to help me and assist me with the personal care duty and I really appreciate it. We talked and share few thing as a get to know each other then she gradually opened up that had it not for her big accident, she won’t be working there. She fell off from a balcony in the apartment while she was drunk. She showed me her face as proof saying the doctors did an excellent job on her face, I said …what have you got? a

plastic surgery in Chicago

? And she said nope, just in Melbourne, 5 years ago.
And lucky enough her boyfriend’s apartment where she had an accident is just in front of a big hospital and she thinks, that was really ahndy at that very moment when she cling for her life.

And so, that was the first my first real encounter with a person who had done a plastic surgery.

It was quiet hectic and full on in the last 6 months since I got back from Davao. During a month long visit, I have committed myself to find some work as soon as I get back to Perth, so as desired, I got my first retail job in November, then thought, this job isn’t really for me. Am getting getting less and less motivated each time I catch the train soon after school drop off. So at the start of the new year, I was off looking for some other alternatives. Yes, I got another job after a hectic training of 10 days. Mind you it was all paid training though.

Just this morning, I seem to realise that I was taking on my new-found 25 hours a week of freedom (that 5 hours a day my children are at school) too quickly by joining the crowd of mums on the fo workforce. But I can sense the effect of it now, I need a break. Getting back to work should at least helped me to develop my organising skills, you know the kind of.. preparing kids lunches in the evening, laundry and vacuuming in between dinner preparation and stuff like that. But hey, who wants to join the rat race anyway. In many ways, it taught me lessons but at this very moment, I just thought, I have to slow down a bit. So I flicked yoga pose position to give me hints and right now am considering to get myself back into yoga routine but, again, slowly, not pushing myself in order to reap the benefits of it rather that resenting every move I made.

Freedom to earn extra cash by working is great and gives you a sense of independence, but then, our mind and body needs a respite as well from everyday stress in life.

As you can see from the my title alone, potty training techniques is

is one of the critical skills that parents must learned and develop if both or at least one of the parents desires to achieve the maximum unit of sanity in the household.

Looking back to the early years of parenthood, personally this part of the parental program is one that I wasnt’ sure of myself to perform, I sort of liking the idea but the other part of me seems to unwelcome the idea of training.

There are always mishaps and it could be messy most times, but mind you, its a relief once your child get his act altogether and as parents you reap the benefits of saving extra $$$$ for nappies, not only that, it saves you inconveniences or maybe embarrasment from having to share to the public the foul smell of a dirty nappies.

Every afternoon last year, after school pick up and before the classmates of my daughter upgraded themselves to a nearby Catholic exclusive school for girls, (as oppose to the state primary school which we love dearly hence you can’t uproot us out) the parents, I mean, the mothers usually would organise an after school get together on Fridays, so the children can catch up and so the mums can have a drink of white, red and gin and tonic and catching up too while the precious runners and ankle biters are swinging themselves like pendulums and running around like a headless chook in the adjacent park.

One of the few bits and pieces that mums are discussing are of course, the joys and highs and lows of getting a Botox in Manhattan New York, well, not that far, but I mean, something similar and local… Something that you don’t need to morgage your house and a SUV to pay for it, yet similar results that has enjoyed by the median population of aging mums on the go.

So, one of the aspiring mums grabbed the glossy part of the community newspaper and showed us this copy of the weekend photos, where you know, this 40 something ladies or late 30s and early 50s group of ladies. Usually, these ladies in the photos, represents the wealthy members of the suburb down the road. They get together in their designer gowns and hundreds of blingz studded shoes and hold a glass of you know, white or red or a champ in their other hand while the other useful arm or hand, whatever, is attached to their guide for the night, I mean, their partners or husbands (since the country has a vast understanding of people choosing to live with anyone of any sex). If not to the guide, partner,husband, they could be holding something like designer bag or a night bag or an evening pouch or , yeah, still a bag…

Well, am going on and on here but what am really saying is that these ladies in the photo that is currently published in the local paper and read by these freckeld mums gathering in the park oblivious by the noise (made by, at this time, screaming children,), have something in common… a yearning to visit or a visit to professionals like the people mentioned above.

Botox everyone? Maybe around this time next year, one of us i the group will make it to the community paper, in the photo page. Maybe someone else will care…

Time to get back to tea/dinner cooking…. ciao! what a life there is.

Just last week, the husband and the children came home with a bag full of books from the community library. It has always been their weekend routine to drop in at the library and pick up some books. One of the books my son chose was Mr. Bean’s. Its a book that chronicled his movies, his achievements. It was very good one in a way that we get to see and at least the children knew more of him other than what they see in TV. He is such an exemplary and remarkable artist.

The book we were browsing at contains the photos of his movies which are too familiar for a 5 year old boy, nontheless, what he notice most is the prominent nose of Mr. Bean and as we flick into the next page, my dear son can only say…. there again mummy, look at his nose and there it is, there again….

And then it follows with, is there a way he can take out his funny nose? What a question. To me I look at his early photos and Mr. Bean is actually not bad to look at. Am not saying it because I know he is rich, but truly..revision rhinoplasty nose job repair is something he can afford to get but maybe it was keep as it is as it’s one of those important parts of his that made him prominent

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I must admit, my 5 year old doesnt really understand much of those nose jobs yet…

One of the few happy moments I keep to myself (I guess, not anymore) happened one afternoon in Davao when I got invited to a friend’s house party a couple of years back. My friend have just move into the place and

so as a way of welcoming myself for the first time and a sort of housewarming, my friend gathered all the friends around. Honestly, I was looking forward to being invited one day so at the airport, I bought bottle of Red and a bottle of White, just in case.

It still tickles my fantasy remembering such afternoon, there were few hitches, but thanks to my Sis-in-law Yeyeng, who back me up on the domestic side, just for me not to miss that much awaited party. I haven’t been out to party for sometime so it was a bit awkward to get dressed and put some make up on to impress my host maybe, hahahah(pssst, gigeetek kow!). I was all ready and just for formality, I rang the host and ask, “Should I bring you something?” although in my mind, I will bring a bottle at least. But I guess I was full of anticipation then that I forgot everything about the responce except for ….” Just you and your beautiful smile from your heart will do”. (by this time you guess what I am into)

So I went with a bottle of Red and nervous smile, and silly black bag filled with a lipstick and coins! When I arrived at the place, thanks to old and tattered Holiday Taxi who brought me there, the host was waiting at the gate ready to give a big bear hug and for a minute I woke up from my trance and thought, silly me, have I brushed my teeth before I left home? I should have thought of professional whitening
first before anything else since that was being required of me to bring… I mean, I should come with at least a gorgoeus smile in amy pocket.

Hours went quick, few drinks and a chat and I was off to another party, this time, I dont have to worry about my white teeth, the novelty was gone but hey….. the shoes I put on wasn’t really meant for ballroom dancing, but hey, what a heck…. I made it to the swing and boogie and jive…. and around 1.30 am that following morning, all I want is a foot massage and a generous sleep.

It’s a nice day from where I am currently sitting. Have clean up the kitchen bench and cleared the dishes and while the clothes are drying and dishwasher is in full cycle, I decided to sit down in front of my computer, grab the keyboard and tink, start this blog and get it running.

The first sentence I just typed was finished with the Song “You’re Still You” by Josh Groban.. So I must write my topic focusing on me, you and us! So I think I am in the right direction now, thanks to itunes, providing me music and inspiration when things are quiet blurry and while am still slooking for a chance to string my words all together and finish this up.

It took a while to get back to writing, but I’ll say I was also busy with other important things. Sometime in January I found an ad in the local newspaper for those who are interested to become Disability Support Workers in a nearby not for profit organisation. I took the chance and I went to the information session then it all started from there. It’s nearly three months now since then.

The job is not the one I thought I would be doing, but I don’t look at it as “just a job” either. I work with people with physical and mental disabilities. For me what it requires most is patience. I think and believe I’ve got some of it but I don’t have the heart to stay in it. If you know what I mean, but most times that I am with them, I am grateful for what I’ve got, that I am blessed physicaly and mentally.

I learned to acknowledge my wonderful being. That so far, all my nerves are functioning. That I am free to go in the sun, get out in the rain, walk in the sand, smell and feel the air, dip myself in the water, I can run and chase my children, I enjoy my walk to work and I can see the leaves moving, listen to the birds singing and smile to all the walkers I meet or greet them a happy wonderful “g’day”.

All the clients I am sure, are grateful for their chance to be in this world too, appreciate what they have been given, for another chance of life, making the best of what they got and appreciate the fact that there are people who are supporting them each day…

Little do they know, how much they changed people’s perception on living life and loving it. I am one of them.

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