沒結婚前，女人就像翩翩飛舞的蝴蝶般，沒有定向，自由自在。展開那五彩繽紛的翅膀，飛向那可望已久的花花世界，對過去毫不留戀。
結婚後，那顆自由的心還定不下來，還渴望飛向那自由的另一端，但漸漸的越飛越低，飛也飛不遠，總覺得這世上有一個地方，有一個人令她眷戀。
有小孩後，不自覺的不再愛飛，不愛那自由，只為那平凡無奇的生活忙碌，那漂泊不定的心，漸漸擱淺，小小的手和一個微笑，就緊緊的繫著她的心。雖然仍知道自己還是有飛向自由的能力，但心甘情願，她，收起那華麗的翅膀，成為那斷翅的蝴蝶。
Grandpa and Grandma are packing again. They are going back to Montreal. At the same time, dry-dad and dry-mom are busy preparing for my arrival. They are planning to buy milk for me and are looking for a portable crib for me to sleep. Mom said that I can drink as much as I want because milk is cheaper in Canada.
Since I will be arriving at night, hopefully the grown-ups will survive with all my screamings.
This is the beautiful cloth that dry-dad and dry-mom gave me! Thank you so much!!
對蔥油餅一直有一種眷戀，一種愛戀。也許是小時候在跟著外婆身邊的那種眷戀。
也許是對老公的愛戀.
小時候，模糊片段的畫面，卻深深埋在記憶裡。跟在外婆旁邊看著飄下來的麵粉做的細雪，聞著剛出爐的麵粉味，心中有著無限的滿足。長大後，看著街頭小販賣的蔥油餅，總忍不住買上一份，剛出爐，到手是燙手的，聞著相同的麵粉味，但總是燙不暖我的心。是少了那綿綿的細雪，還是那熟悉的氣味。
剛結婚時，那時身在Edmonton, Canada,在天寒地凍的冬天，想家想的緊的時候，真想吃一片燙嘴也燙心的蔥油餅。因為他還在讀Master，經濟比較緊，看著一包5元加幣的蔥油餅都嫌貴。細心貼心的他，親手從麵粉做起。看著一張張白綠交夾的圓體, 總有一種很孤單赤裸裸的感覺。當在鍋中，看著整張澎起來，像是充滿期待或夢想，但一瞬間，又化為平靜。看著剛出爐的金黃色，又有種幸福。聞著那熟悉又陌生的香味，吃進嘴那鹹帶點麵粉甜的感動，又燙到了我冰凍已久的心。
One of the thing my mom left during her stay in the U.S. was her famous recipe for chinese buns. We adapted her recipe and made green onion cakes instead (everything remains the same except that we did not add yeast to it). Here’s the recipe for the dough:
As for the green onion, we actually had some growing in our backyard! 
Here’s how it looked like:
And finally… voila~~!
Yummy green onion cake!!
Today, I had an argument with Jung.
As a woman myself, I do have craving about certain food. Sometimes it is THE coffee ice cream, other times it is a piece of dark chocolate in the middle of the night or yummy desert from certain restaurant. When you feel the urge, you will do almost anything to get it, like walking to two metro stations in order to get one piece of good cake in the middle of a snow storm.
I cannot help but wonder, is the food craving in a woman the same as sex craving in a man? From time to time, we just HAVE to have it. Without it, we cannot be functional.
Are we being slaves of this type of physical desire?
After this morning’s Sunday service, we treated ourselves lunch at Red Robin’s, one of my favourite restaurants. However, what caught my attention today was not their mouth-watering gourmet hamburgers, but an interesting phrase in one of their menus. It read something like this:
“Enjoy as much happy moments as you can. Then you will have higher chances of becoming a pleasant old person.”
Even though we cannot control how long we’ll be living, we can certainly try to enjoy the happy moments right now, right here. If then, by God’s grace we live to be an old person, we won’t regret not cherishing the good moments.
Ok,.. so here’s a snapshot of today’s “Happy Moment”.
Enjoy~~!
When I woke up this morning, I stretched my arms and muscles after a long night sleep. It felt really good. However, one curious question came to mind: “do babies stretch?”
As far as I can remember, Rebecca did anything a grown up person would do: yawn, smile (a lot), laugh, cry (sometimes), scream (when she’s hungry), sneeze, cough, hiccup, and of course, poo and fart. But I don’t remember her stretching her arms when she woke up, not even once!
Intringued by this, I asked Pei if she’s ever seen Rebecca stretching. The negative answer further confirmed my suspicion. Could it be that babies don’t stretch at all? Maybe babies muscles are so flexible that there’s no need for it?
Hmm… I wonder if Rebecca’s pediatrician would know the answer. Hahaha.. 
Today, I just have my first flight to Calgary, Canada. Grandma said that I was well-behaved. I drank 3 big bottles of milk, ate 2 cans of baby food and some crackers. I was really curious about this big big world.
There were many kids on the same plane. I greeted them with a big smile and waved my hands. One of the little boy in the back row asked for my name and, with his limited vocabulary, said “Rebecca is my friend!“. (Haha,.. the poor kid didn’t even know what the adults were laughing about).
Mommy thinks that one day I might become an ambassador?!?!
What do you do when your 9-month old baby is 1,729 miles away from you? (Yes, I checked it at Google’s map). No, no,.. it’s not what you are thinking.
After supper, Peipei and I sat down at a coffee shop that is only 5-minute walk from home. We brought the computer with us and started to chat and write stuff. After this, we are planning to reconcile our monthly bill while sipping our bubble tea.
“These guys must be crazy” – I hear you thinking. But you’ll know that even reconciling a monthly bill at a nearby coffee shop becomes a super luxury when you become a parent.
Last night, when I was with mommy, I saw tears coming out of her beautiful eyes. Somehow, she was telling me “Good-bye” and that I will be in God’s hands. She mentioned something about a trip, but I didn’t know what she was talking about.
The only thing I can think about doing is “smile” and give mommy a little kiss. Then I saw a BIG smile from mommy.
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