How Far Would You Go for Love?

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When 2 hearts meet, love blossoms…

Last night, I was invited to have dinner with another couple, parents of DD2’s classmate. This boy was Amelia’s ‘best boyfriend’, the one she wants to marry when she’s 28, apparently. Just like us, they too are in a mixed marriage. And just like us, it was fascinating to hear, how they had to fight some mountains to get to where they are today.

O, the Norwegian daddy, met H, the Palestinian mummy, about 8 years ago, through an online interest chat group. O was single and not looking and so was H. They were both working closely in each country’s Ministry so had very interesting views. They realized that after a few weeks of chatting and Skyping, they had fallen for each other big time. O decided to meet H and bought a ticket to Israel without discussing with H how he was going to cross into the ‘forbidden’ land of Gaza. At that time there was still massive fights breaking out every day in Gaza. O cancelled his plan but war cannot stop two hearts meeting in love.

They met up some months later in Cairo, Egypt, a neutral ground. As fate would have it, when they did meet face to face, it was just to confirm the fact that they were so compatible with each other and had much in common, despite the obvious differences. Six months after they first made contact, O proposed to H., Of course, she said yes and now the challenge began.

H of course wanted to get married in front of her family, in the traditional Islamic Gaza ceremony. Now all O had to do was fly over. But this was where I realized that love knows no boundaries. There are no mountains high enough to climb, no river too deep. O flew over to Tel Aviv and as soon as the Mossad knew of his plans to cross over to Gaza, his interrogation began. They wanted to know why a white male Norwegian wanted to cross into Gaza. He had to repeatedly tell them he wanted to get married to his future wife.

He was tailed into Gaza. And when he wanted to cross the ‘border’ into Gaza, more interrogation ensued. O told me that he has never felt such ‘hatred’ in men before. Even though he showed them his proof that he was working for the Norwegian ministry and NOT an infiltrate or a possible terrorist, they don’t seem to believe him. They cannot believe that a man would travel this far with 2 large suitcases just to marry a Gaza woman. But in the end, relent they did. But not before a whole row of troopers pointed their machine guns at him and shouted over and over again for him to get going.

O explained that they were a turnstile to get past, before a long corridor to the other side. O was flummoxed, so to say, how best he could get 2 suitcases, bearing presents for his love amongst others, through this tiny turnstile, which was meant only for one person. All these while, he knew the possibility of the trooper shooting him was very real. For all they know, he could still somehow be hiding a bomb in the suitcases that they had checked and checked for hours.

When I asked O how he finally managed to get through, he said he had no clue. Maybe the adrenaline was making it possible that he carried those heavy suitcases over his head and walked quickly past the corridor to the other side. I rejoiced when I heard he managed to overcome all these extreme situations to finally be with his true love.

What will you face to see your love?

But that’s not the end of this international love saga. Naturally, O wanted H to live with him in Oslo after they were married, in relative peace and quiet. It was a year or so after that, they realized that H had been ‘targeted’ by the Israeli government and she was banned from taking a flight from Europe into Tel Aviv to visit her family. Well, she is not allowed back into Gaza/Israel anymore for political reasons. You cannot tell a daughter she cannot see her mother and father. H had to buy another ticket into Cairo and drove through the desert on her own to find a way to meet them there.

Oh wow! After hearing all these, I thought what I had to go through to be with my DH, my soulmate, was hard. But hearing them, I can appreciate that there will always be others who have it worse than us. I really feel that at most times, a mixed couple will always have it harder than the same race couple, due to more complex issues.

In the early days of our relationship.

Remember that when it comes to pursuing a love, be it another person or passion in life, we never should give up easily. Imagine having soldiers aiming machine guns at you, you know that you cannot give up; you have to keep persevering at what you want. Remember, happiness comes to those who actively search for it; it will not fall on our laps when we demand it. So how far will you be willing to travel for love?

Watching across the border in Israel…

Find your Blessings

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When you think the Universe has wrath on her hands,…

I was just thinking of writing a Fabulous Friday post with more beauty tips, but breaking news from the BBC website and Twitter feed talking about this, changed my direction. I heard about the devastation caused by the earthquake and subsequent tsunami in Japan (and soon across the Pacific islands) and I cannot ignore it.

I was reminded of the biggest earthquake/tsunami that engulfed Indonesia (my mother’s land) Christmas 2004 and how awful and helpless I felt all the way in Denmark. I am quite happy with the way I’ve run my life with some aspect of control but when a natural disaster occurs, you lose all that control and now Mother Nature is your ‘boss’. I have never really thought about how I’d feel if I lose everything like those disaster survivors in New Zealand, Australia and now Japan. I don’t really want to as I feel it might make me live my life with too much caution.

But I will always respect the fact that at the end of the day, Mother Nature really is my boss. She can somehow dictate my day, whether I’ll cycle, walk or drive to school, shops or work. My day will also depend if a sudden weather change will mean I’ll get my kids spending the school day with their teachers or me. But for so many people out there, my options are nothing compared to theirs. Mother Nature has dictated that many people in Pakistan and Haiti are still homeless months after their disasters. Children are still without basic medical care and are not getting their education. Mothers are still giving birth to babies in less than sanitary care leaving those babies exposed to the possibilities of death within weeks.

When life is ebbing away,

I want all of us to really think about these facts. As a Goddess mum, do you think you really have complete control over how your children run their lives? As a Goddess Entrepreneur, do you really have complete control how your business is being run? Can we say that we run our lives 100%?

How much do we respect the force of Mother Nature? Do we really think we own our lives?

All I can say is I have faith in running my life the best I could, with 100% effort and love. The rest is up to the Universe/Mother Nature to dictate what happens in the future. Will I one day be just like those people in Haiti, living in tents while waiting for aid, or will I forever be just another onlooker to a disaster on another side of the planet?

Now let me count my blessings. What about you?

Remember that behind every dark cloud, the sun will always rise for another day.

How Not to Let Monday be Manic

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Happy Cat? Or Stressed out Cat?

In the history of the working world, many office workers have been dreading the end of Sunday (the weekend) and the start of Monday (the working week). As a self-employed entrepreneur, I haven’t had to deal with this emotion in a long, long time. But I must admit, I was once walking amongst those throngs of people who look like they are being tortured at work. Here are a few simple steps to make your working week more enjoyable. If not, at least tolerable.

  1. Work at a job you enjoy! There’s nothing worse than being forced to go to work, at a job you hate, working with people you can’t care for and feeling like you’re not appreciated.
  2. Cannot find a job you enjoy? Work at your passion! There’s a saying, work at your passion, and you’ll never have to work another day in your life. I followed that advice years ago, after feeling the stress of working just for the sake of making money. I ended going back to entertainment work, teaching a dance I was passionate about and ended up working less, for roughly the same amount of money.
  3. Do not let your job be the end all of your life. There’s more to you and your life than your job. Your job is not necessarily who you are. If you are fired tomorrow, will your identity be taken from you too?

    A favourite family activity on vacations.
  4. Find an anchor of happiness for you at work. This ‘anchor’ could be a picture of you and your family/friends on an island holiday or a memento of something you’ve done you really enjoyed like a piece of string from a rock climbing expedition. So long as when you look at it and touch it, it brings a smile to your face.
  5. Make sure you make a creative use of your weekends/free time. Tell yourself that you’re an interesting person, with skills beyond your job. Even if no one knows yet that you’re adept at say, finishing a 500 pc. jigsaw puzzle in 2 days, YOU know.
  6. Do not forget to make time to see your friends and family. Have coffee/wine etc. and let the conversation run away. There’s something cathartic about being able to share your angst, pain or happiness with others who care. But beware of negative people who seek to bring others down to their level.
  7. Take time during the week to exercise. And I don’t just mean of the physical kind. Yes, yes, yes! We are all too busy to go for a walk or go to the gym. Exercise can be done at home too. Be creative about it. I have decided that I really do not care to go out walking/running in winter (my Asian genes are winning) so I am enjoying my Xbox 360 Kinect and doing household work with the music cranked up high. My body doesn’t feel like it’s exercising and my soul enjoys the music. About that mind exercise? Whether it’s reading self-help books, brain gym or meditation, your mind plays a big part in your feeling happy or manic. Remember that!
Here’s a simple exercise that will be included in my upcoming “Deskxercise” book.
Shoulder down, chest inhalation
  • Sitting at your office desk, pull up your spine towards the ceiling. Immediately feel that space created between your chest and your lower abs.
  • Keeping your chin parallel with the floor, look straight ahead.
  • Take a deep breath without lifting your chest muscle too high.
  • Holding that breath, pull your arms slowly towards the floor.
  • Now feel the muscles in your chest (pectorals) really being engaged and the knots in your neck and shoulder slowly relaxing.
  • Now slowly breath out and lift your shoulders towards your ears.
  • Shoulder up, breathe out
  • Feel your diaphragm slightly contracted and the sides of your torso lengthening.
  • Do this at least 2/3 times slowly to really feel the effect of the relaxation on your spine, chest and neck.
  • Remember to always keep a slow relaxed breathing.

Who Owns Your Body?

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Is it hers or someone else’s?

A few days ago, I caught a BBC3 documentary in their “World’s Most…” series and very rarely have a documentary made me cry days after I watched it.  That day’s documentary was entitled “World’s Most Dangerous Place for Women”. I was really looking forward to watching it as any stories/documentary featuring women is always up my alley.

The main ‘character’ featured was a 23 year old Congo born British woman who left at aged 3.5 years old and have never been back there, not even to see her parents. The cameras followed her ‘home’ for the first time and we see her finally being reunited with her aging parents. This woman, Jude, finally understood why her parents sent her away all those years ago when seeing the state of the country after years of war and conflict.

But what really got my goat, so to say, was the local Congolese women featured in the documentary. Living in the war/conflict ravaged North Eastern D.R Congo, they have learned to accept that being raped was a way of life for them! Yes! Being raped repeatedly in your lifetime was as normal to them as you and I paying high taxes when we earn a lot. Now, how could this be?

I have always maintained that as a woman, I have choices. I have a choice to stay in an abusive relationship or I can walk away and find freedom. But these women, they can never really walk away. Unless they can find a way out of those villages, they don’t really have any where to go. Without wanting to go into political details, these women are kind of stuck in their situation. It doesn’t help that the Congolose society at large has accepted that being raped is normal. Now they have generations of women being raped, all in the same family. And the perpetrators are the police, the military, the rebels and just other male villagers. Basically just a living, breathing, male, the other sex.

Just like Jude, what really pulled at my hearts strings was a story of this mother named Chloe. She was raped years ago, conceived a little girl and then raped again some time later, giving birth to twins. Just some time ago, she was raped again by rebels, had her twin babies brutally murdered and even that precious little girl was not spared. I cried buckets when I saw Jude crying and interviewing the victim, Chloe, with her stoic face, just made me so sad. I am too, a mum of 2 beautiful girls, one of whom is 4. I cannot imagine having to bear witness to brutalities to my own children.

Be glad that our little girls can enjoy freedom their friends in DRC cannot have yet.

I really want to spare you more of the gory details. It is up to you now to see if you want to find out more. My question to you is, how is it that in this day and age, women, my sisters, are still being treated like second class citizens? Sometimes, more brutally treated than the lowest animal? Who owns our bodies? And even more, who owns your mind? Can you accept a society’s view that contradicts your own?

If you are a woman, or respect women, please spare a thought to these almost helpless Congolese women. There is a group of women out there doing their best to make a difference, no matter how small. I am really encouraged by this organisation and hope one day to be able to set foot there and help in my own special way. If you’re really curious to know more, here’s 2 great blog reads from the trenches so to say.

An article written by the producer- http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/bbcthree/2010/03/the-worlds-most-dangerous-place-for-women.shtml?page=9

An article from the main participant herself, Judith Wanga- http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/mar/28/congo-women-danger-war-judith-wanga

Do you know where Demoratic Republic of Congo is?

Global Nomads Unite

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When the World Becomes One

As some of you may know, I have always had the wanderlust. I left home pretty early to seek out a career, a passion and to see the world. I have been blessed to be able to do that, meeting people from all over the world in the course of my travels. Right now, I’m tucked in a little corner of the Hague, The Netherlands, as an expat wife. My DH was offered a job here more than 3 years ago so we decided to up sticks from living in England after 4 years.

This blog post is about the beauty of living in The Hague, what I love most about being an expat. And how a dinner party brought us together by just one small thing. Last Saturday, I invited the parents of 2 girls of DD no.2 Reception/Kindergarten class. Amelia says that these 2 girls are her best friends. Just like her, these 2 girls come from a mixed marriage background and whose parents are Global Nomads, just like us.

So there we were at my dinner table, food spread out, drinks aplenty and the conversation was going well. Then it struck me again how ‘International’ my dinner table was. Hosted in the International City of Peace by a mixed Singaporean woman and a wandering Danish, the food I cooked was Chinese/Vietnamese inspired, one couple was English-Dutch & Peruvian and the other Polish & Ghanaian-Indonesian-Dutch. Phew…Got all that? We discovered how we all ended up in this city, what we all did and how it was an amazing experience bringing up our children in mangled English and whatever other languages they were speaking at home PLUS learning Dutch at school.

Then I brought up the subject of longing food from home, things that meant childhood comfort for me and I mentioned MILO. I saw the faces of the Peruvian lady and the Ghanian-Indonesian-Dutch and I knew that not only they understood what I was talking about, they knew EXACTLY what Milo is!! I proceeded to the kitchen, took my 1.5 kgs bag of Milo, set it on the table and offered it to them as after dinner drink instead of coffee. They were exclaiming really excitedly to their kids to try Mummy’s/Daddy’s childhood food. Ahhh…the bliss I saw on their faces when they took that spoonful of that ‘magical’ powder! We even discussed for a whole hour the differing taste in Peru, Australia, Singapore and Ghana and yet it’s the same product.

No matter where we go, there’s always bound to be people who will share our feelings, our thoughts and our passion. We are not as alone as we sometimes think. At times I can think, I am so different from some of the local Dutch I meet, I have been living in different countries since I was 17, while they have never really been anywhere. My thoughts have been shaped by global events while they only care about their immediate environment. And yet, in the same environment pocket, I have people surrounding me who knows exactly what I’m thinking of, what kind of troubles I’ll have with being so far from family and the like.

The idea of one day ‘going home’ to either Singapore or Denmark sometime worries my DD no.1. She has been raised in 3.5 different countries in the space of 10 years and is so used to an international school environment that the idea of being in one school where everyone is the same makes her ‘clammy’. Right now, she has friends from all over the world in one class. Would that be the norm pretty soon in classes all over the world? With more people becoming economic migrant, would we have a global classroom someday soon?

One classroom, many nationalities- from Scottish to Iranian to Russian to mixed Singaporean/ Danish.

Start the Weekend Right!

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My…oh my…How Can I Treat Myself Right Today?

Everyone looks forward to the weekend. Bar residents of a few Middle Eastern states where the weekend is Friday and Saturday, most of us look forward to Friday to start relaxing. Why not, right? We have all worked really, really hard Mondays to Fridays, slogging away at our jobs, to earn our keep on this Earth, that it’s natural we want to let our hair down (literally for some women) and breath a collective sigh of relief.

This post is targeted to my attached/married readers. Being married myself, what with 3 little children (one of whom is still a baby), the week is really a hectic one for me. Trying to combine professional working life and personal life into the space of 24 hours seems not enough. The beauty of working from home mostly is that I get to see smiles from baby Asger throughout the day. But unfortunately, I also see that the dishwasher needs clearing, clothes need ironing, cat litter needs cleaning, etc. What do I look forward to on Friday nights and Saturday mornings?

I look forward to reconnecting with my other half, Anders, as a couple again. Not just as Mummy and Daddy from the week, but as two lovers, husband and wife, who has much more to catch up on than talking about homework, dinners to make, baby to attend to or bedtime stories to be read. Make sure that you really push this time in your mental agenda. Most married couples fall exhausted by Friday nights, too tired to talk coherently, to string 2 romantic sentences together even! Oh dear, oh dear!! What happened to those whispered sweet nothings that were ardently breathed into your partner’s ears in the early days?!

Here I’ll peel away the curtain of my marital life to share with you some of my secrets to keep sane and ready for the weekday ahead starting from Friday-

  1. Make sure you set an appointment with your other half that Friday nights are no time to talk about kids nor their school work once you’ve put them to bed (say 9 pm).
  2. If you have to, make a date to go have a drink at your local bar, or have desserts at a restaurant, just to be able to spend time away from the comfort of your home location.
  3. Talk to each other like new friends again. Ask genuine questions, and be ready for an honest answer. Really listen as listening to him/her is a big part of the Loving process.
  4. When it’s time for bed, make sure you ‘jump’ into it with the right mindset. No more arguments allowed, no heavy discussions. Those things are not conducive to a sensual mind.
  5. Too tired for sex? No problem! Sensuality is NOT about having sex, it’s all about reconnecting with both your bodies and mind. You can still touch each other’s skin, give him/her a massage or just close your eyes and kiss. Kiss not like mums and dads, but kiss like teenagers do! Kiss with your heart and mind in it. Feel the tingle in your fingertips, your lips quivering and your ears burning…
  6. Saturday mornings are also good to continue that reconnecting mode. Whether or not you finally feel relaxed enough to make love to your other half, make sure you don’t forget to say, “I really love you, I do” to him/her. Those words, when said with the sincerest of eyes and tone, means more to most lovers than a truckload of gifts.
  7. You must also reconnect your mind to your body back to your spirit. We have to remember that it’s not selfish to spend a little attention to ourselves. Have a power shower or a languid bath, steam your face, put a facial mask or neatening up your nails and cuticles (for men). Whatever it is you decide to do, you must do it for the time you feel you deserve, the attention YOU need.
  8. Look in the mirror, see a beautiful, sensual person and say, “I am beautiful! I deserve the best loving there is and I shall love with all my heart”. Give yourself the biggest smile. Find your other half and share with him/her your positive aura. A loving aura is just as sensual to your lover to receive. Now go out there and steal kisses from each other the whole day!
Anders Stealing Kisses from Ar’nie
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