Reading, lately.

Reading Million Dollar Whale is just like train wreck that you know it’s coming, but no one is there to stop it. Every page you flip, you keep seeing dollar sign in millions and billions, so much so that you can’t keep up. That’s how much money that was wasted, which could have used to built multiple schools, hospitals and developing the country. As I flipped the pages, it just unfathomable how this modern heist could have happen here, in my home ground. It’s as thrilling as reading ‘Bad Blood‘.

Reading Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End, was quite thought provoking and it was an emotional roller coaster read. I first started this back in October 2018, I couldn’t finish it as it got too depressing. Simply put, the book is about Dying, but on one’s own term. Gawande argues that healthcare and medical treatments ultimate goal is not to prolong survival, but rather it should focus of the quality of life. Definitely not an easy read, but this book perturb me to think deeply about the choices we will all faced as our body aged and our mind breaks down.

Reading The Little Book of Hygge: Danish Secrets to Happy Living, was light and cosy (my son’s current favourite word 🙂 ). Apart from getting introduced a more in-depth Danish lifestyle, this books reminds me to appreciate the small things in life. Everyday we were caught up in the ins and outs of life and you tend to forget to enjoy the little things. Some things just worth reminding and this book did just that.

 

 

 

 

Bucket Reading List:

While I’m on the book fever streak, I’m listing down my bucket reading list for 2018-2019. Can’t wait to devour these…

  1. Night by Elie Wiesel
  2. The Pharmacist of Auschwitz: The Untold Story by Patricia Posner
  3. A gift of Hope: A Moving and Inspirational True Story by Danielle Steel
  4. The girl with Seven Names by Hyeonseo Lee
  5. Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End by Atul Gawande
  6. The Bright Hour: A Memoir of Living and Dying by Nina Riggs
  7. There are no Grown-Ups by Pamela Druckerman
  8. Stephen Hawking: His life and work by Kitty Ferguson
  9. Educated by Tara Westover
  10. Alibaba: The House that Jack Ma Built by Duncan Clark
  11. How to be a Happier Parent: Raising a Family, Having a Life, and Loving (Almost) Every Minute by KJ Dell’Antonia
  12. Small Animals: Parenthood in the Age of Fear by Kim Brooks
  13. The life-changing magic of tidying up by Marie Kondo

 

Reading, lately.

Elon Musk: Tesla, SpaceX, and the Quest for a Fantastic Future by Ashlee Vance

Undenied, Elon Musk is one who has a genius mind . I am dumbfounded by how a person has a dream to ‘die on Mars’. Besides unfolding the success of his life stories, the book did not fail to highlight several life event that plunges Musk to the lowest point in his life. Like all successful Siliccon Valley startup billionaire, he’s hard headed, stubborn and is beyond comprehension. But I guess that’s what lead him to create battery cars and commercialising space transport.

I am Malala by Malala Yousafzai & Christina Lamb

Most of us get to live our lives taking education for granted. I for one are ashamed that my son at times refuse to attend school and finds school homework burdensome. Malala Yousafzai, a Pashtun girl from Pakistan’s Swat Valley started fighting for girl’s education when she was 10. I am touched by the love for his country and her unwavering faith to God. Reading through the pages, I was horrified by the violent experience she lived through and impressed with her determination to kept going despite the circumstances and risk she and her family have to go through. I’m glad I picked this book up in the airport during my flight to Singapore.

Zero Waste Home by Bea Johnson

The highlight of reading this book is not so much about the ways to practise zero waste lifestyle, but more on how Bea Johnson who used to live her life lavishly as a typical American household that enjoyed materialistic possession. Throughout the writings, her voice, her act, she has inspired a global movement towards living more sustainably and responsibly.

Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup by John Carreyrou

Doubt as the biggest scam in Silicon Valley, this book narrates the true accounts of rise and fall of Theranos,  a biomedical start up that aims to commercialize a revolutionary household box that could administer a number of medical tests—all with a single prick. This book narrates a riveting story of one of the biggest corporate fraud, which involved venture capitalist investors such as Rupert Murdoch, Carlos Slim Helú, and the family of Betsy DeVos raising almost a billion dollars; and signed contracts with Walgreens and Safeway all by lying to them. Trust me, once you pick this book up, you can’t seem to put it down. It’s so good that it almost felt like fiction.

 

 

HFMD 2.0

Never in my wildest dream that our household could encounter HFMD twice! 2 years ago, both JH & hubbs been through the disease and it was excruciating! Having a normal flu and cough sucks. Having fever is awful. Having HFMD is indeed devastating! Physically it hurts (so bad); Mentally it breaks my heart not able to touch my kids (especially when Junna keep come running towards me for a hug); Emotionally I’m beyond touched that hubbs took over all of my mommy duties + taking care of me. I love my husband x100 times more during the fateful period.

  1. hubbs preps breakfast and lunch for me that I have in isolation in the room.
  2. During the isolation, I manage to catch up on some reading. Hubbs bought me ‘Bad Blood’ and it was sooooo good.
  3. Hubbs took a couple days off to take care of baby girl as I was in isolation mode.
  4. Spend loads of time doing house chores, making meals and lots of antiseptic cleaning (we were so paranoid that we dettol wipe all surfaces, door knobs, switches and of course the floor every single time I touches it.)
  5. Watching kids from a distance while having my mask and gloves on. It was dreadful!

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If the’re anything that made me realized from this sickness is that…. we often take those little things for granted: holding hands, hugs, kisses, cuddles. A week of quarantine also made me realized that we do not spend enough time with the kids. Also, moments at the park with Junna makes me realized that we do not spend enough time with the kids. If we’re not careful, we will miss their childhood in the blink of an eye.

Happy 2nd Bithday, baby girl.

Lately, I’ve been reminiscing the earlier days when my baby pea was much much smaller, (and tamer :P). Today, she’s attending preschool and I’m pretty sure she would soon be crowned the loudest, feistiest (but cute) little terror. Sometime I wonder where did my sweet little baby pea go? Well, the universal truth is, our little girl has grown up. At two, she has become this spunky little person that’s spirited, persistent and dogged. In short, yes, she’s shown every signs of unladylike behavior and somewhat tom-boyishness gesture. I admire her courage, at the same time I’m fearful for her fearlessness. It’s scary that I can already imagine her personality and how she’s eager to go full on and take on the world. Very strong-willed child this one, as compared to her brother who’s Ohh-so-gentle.

Happy belated birthday little baby girl. This post came a little late, but I want you to know that you have all the qualities that I dreamt of you to have, which is why I want you to remember this…

My dearest baby girl,
Be loud, but be heard.
Have courage, but be kind.
Be strong, but embrace empathy at the same time.
Be mighty, with confidence (inside out).
Be assertive, but be nice.
Be stubborn, for the right reason.
Be a fighter, for the right cause.
Be tough, no matter how many time you need to pick yourself up.
Shine on, the world is waiting for you.

Love, mommy.

The hardest decision.

IMG_20180515_143155_728… has been made. Phew!

As I’m writing this, our pet project is progressing slowly (but surely) on site. It’s  something we created from heart, it was a true labour of love that included the hardwork of every partners and stakeholders in this project. For us, it’s the little dream of hubbs and I to realized. Something that we’re building together, for us. It gives us the relief away from work, though I admit the journey was as challenging as how we imagine when we decided to take a dive into it. We sacrifice so much of our time (from sleep, time with the kiddos, social mingling), but deep down we know, it’s something we want to build slowly for our future, for our sanity. The reward might not come in monetary value but from its truest inner satisfaction & fulfillment.

I once read that… “You have to work hard to get what you want in life. And if you work hard, if you’re passionate about what you do, and if you are kind to people along the way, it pays off in more ways that you can imagine.” I’m gonna hold on to that.

 

 

Man of Honor.

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Have you guys watch this movie called ‘ Man of Honor’?

I watched it with hubbs last week and I’ve got to say it’s one of the best movies I’ve ever watch. It’s been awhile since I watch a movie that made me hold my breath through moment-gripping scenes. I love how the story unfolds the unexpected, the reverse of heroism in a strict military environment,  and most importantly, the fact that it’s based on true story (if you know me by now, I’m a sucker for movies that are inspired/based on true-story).

It portrays the tenacity, the sheer determination, the undying perseverance to achieve one’s dream. Through sheer true grit, one overcome and rise above everyone and everything else. Definitely a must-watch with my kiddos when they’re older!

A couple of my favorite quote from the movie:

“Don’t quit when it gets hard.”

“Why do you want this so badly?” He responds, “Because they said I couldn’t have it.”

“What the hell did he ever say to make you try so hard?”
“Be the best.”

 

Growing up Fast.

IMG_20171121_142841_692Life has been so hectic for the past few months that I haven’t blog for awhile now. But today, I decided to jot this little entry because I’m super duper proud with my little boy’s achievement at school. Hubbs posted his report card of our eldest and he passed, with flying colours!

Last weekend, we attended his concert and one of the programme was the 6 year’s old’s graduation ceremony. They sing, dance, each with a fresh rose in their hand. And when they’re done, they were instructed to face towards their mommy and hand the flowers to their mommies. That scene made me choked up. It was at that moment that it hit me, next year this time it will be my boy’s turn. I missed my little boy so so much already.

Since he pass his 5th birthday, I’ve noticed that he has grown to be a little more mature, willing to take instructions and having less tantrums. His imagination always leaves me in awe, happy boyish talkative energy with funny stories, and the most amazing part, he’s full of empathy and kindness. I loved this boy so much, more and more each day.

This morning.

My morning started with burst of emotions. Hubbs was feeling under the weather so I had to drop JH at the school by myself. So usually there’ll be ample parking outside the building where we can conveniently parked and I will up JH to his school. But today, the guard cordoned off 4 numbers of parking for reserve and there weren’t any parking left. No matter how I plead, the guard won’t let me double park even though I said it’s gonna take me just 5 minutes. Don’t know why suddenly I was raging inside and I started to press so hard on the accelerator that the car jerked a little. JH who was seating beside me actually said “be careful mommy’! You drive carefully okay?” When I was about to take a turn to make my way to B4 (a.k.a. Basement 4, another entrance which is a lot further away to his school), I saw on my side mirror that there was an empty parking behind. I tried to reversed in by I was so angry inside that I just couldn’t manoeuvre in with a right angle (as there were many cars behind as well). Raging & furious, I finally give up and decided to just drive to B4 instead. I couldn’t make up why I’m so upset over the little incident or probably my pregnancy hormones are just messing with me. I felt frustrated and sore,that I let this little thing affect how I react and behave, with my child next to me. And just as I was drowning in my own emotions, suddenly JH said: “It’s okay mommy, we can go B4. It’s okay mommy.”

My heart melt instantly and made me feel like I want to have 10 babies! (yes, that’s pregnancy hormone for you.)

Weekends are for…

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Visit to the gynae for baby no. 2
Celebrate JH’s great-granddad 90’s birthday.
Clear off all the foods in the fridge.
Feeding the fish, birds and the monkeys with our overdue bread.
Watch a great movie.
Did huge piles of laudry (wash, dry, fold).
Having a pizza feast and Facetime with my bestie.