Friday, October 27, 2023
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
His hands weren't big enough to carry my Crown
Flesh and Blood
My youngest brother is someone who has a lot of potential, but has his own mind in making decisions.
He makes the best choc chip cookies ever (at least from the cookies I have tasted up to my 49th year of life), but choose to earn his keep as an e-hailing driver & a bouncer at a club.
Daily at 6am he returns home exhausted, and has continuous duties of preparing and sending his children to school.
Umi has taken pity on his 2 daughters because his/ their bloody wife/ mother left the marriage.
These days Umi travels from Johor to KL to take care of his girls. My brother got custody of the children. For the divorce proceedings we hired a lawyer who negotiated the case, and we siblings contributed to pay her fees.
I have given multiple suggestions to my brother to make some changes to his life and the children's wellbeing without imposing too much on Umi. Our mom has taken care of 8 of us her WHOLE life as a SINGLE mother; to expect her to take care of 2 boisterous grandchildren now is hardly fair.
However no matter what I say my brother will say "yes" or "okay" and ignore me to the pits of hell.
It's a 3-4 hour journey one way from Johor to KL, and Umi makes that trip twice or thrice a month for the girls. Because they do not have a mommy, Umi spoils them. Especially the elder one who goes to Umi for all material things that my brother refused to get her. I had said something once or twice on this unbridled spending spree. My niece was as resolute as a rock & I doubt that she heard anything I said (or is willing to). On top of that, Umi took offence. I didn't realise it at first, but got the drift a few days later when Umi didn't want to come visit my house. No matter. It is all good. I will not give any more advice. They are unwarranted and unwelcome. My life will continue as usual and I will no longer participate in the sending and picking up duties.
One day my brother will clean up his act (I hope) and take care of his daughters properly. He probably needed therapy BUT WILL NOT LISTEN TO ANY SUGGESTIONS REGARDING THERAPY OR COUNSELING BECAUSE HE SAYS HE'S OKAY!!!! No matter. He will be fine. He's a grown man capable of handling his life. No need to worry because I have my own problems.
The sad thing is we can see the writing on the wall, and we have seen multiple repeats of this story our whole lives. Umi even has such a person as a sibling, and he struggled his whole life, still do. I see that path aligning with my brother and her eldest spoilt daughter (spoilt by Umi, not my brother). Good luck with that. I wish and pray that it won't happen, for Umi's sake and all our sakes, but the signs are there.
For now it is best for me to focus on my children and not create this person in our folds.
All the best to my brother, his daughters and Umi.
I hope their hearts will heal and they will become their best selves.
Tuesday, October 24, 2023
Miscellany | Lest I Forget
Monday, October 23, 2023
101 Possible Reasons
Wednesday, October 18, 2023
Leadership
Thursday, October 12, 2023
Is it so wrong?
Debut novel by Millie Bobby Brown reignites debate over ghostwritten celebrity books
Late last year we were introduced to chat gpt and now our research can be assisted by multiple generative AI apps such as scite.ai; jenni.ai; elicit.ai, typeset.io to name a few.
Hardship (The Prequel)
When my mom was a little girl, she lived in a village in Pasir Mas, Kelantan (Malaysia's East Coast).
Her parents were paddy farmers. They had their own plots and worked the land.
She learnt from young how to plant paddy, harvest it and process it into rice and rice flour.
The whole supply chain is done by humans: her parents and her siblings.
Grueling work is probably the way to describe it: they toiled under the hot sun for planting and harvesting, they used a large mortar-and-pestle like contraption to separate the rice grains from their shells, these are then stored in their granary (Mum calls it the 'rice house'), and they grind the rice to make rice flour (among others). If they want to make kuih, they will pluck some coconuts, break them open with the parang and then grate it manually, seated on a kukur kelapa (like in the photo below). Compared to me who buys rice, rice flour, and grated coconut from stores, they lived the hard life.
After the harvest and processing, her mum (my grandma) would take the bus to go to Pasir Mas market bringing the rice and some chickens to be sold. She would leave early in the morning and returned home at sundown, bringing home some "kuih" for the children. They would all wait for her on the tree outside their house and would be elated to get some bites of the kuihs.
What I realised from Mum's stories is this: they knew how to live and feed themselves from the plants around them. They learnt to be resilient. They had life skills. Mum learnt about edible plants and fruits; she knew how to fish; she of course knew how to cook; she taught herself to swim; and she knew the nooks and crannies of the forest. Well, technically the village was densely forested and she knew her way around. [In fact, my late uncle when he moved to our housing development, found a lake/. water source in the nearby forest reserve. When there is water disruption, he would go to the lake and get some water there. Now the area has been cordoned off and turned into a reservoir.]
Would I/ we want to live like that now? Probably not.
Would the skills be relevant though? Probably yes.
How would the 2 be merged now, to raise more resilient children and remind parents of the important things? Even if my life now has no similarity to Mum's experiences in the past, the skills and lessons are as relevant as ever, in 2023.
Wednesday, October 11, 2023
Public Health(care)
On 4th October I brought mum to Hospital Serdang.
Because she had mild symptoms that mimicked a heart attack.
At the triage counter the staff shot up when we described the symptoms.
Mum was sent to the Yellow Zone for Partially Critical cases.
ZONES are classified into Green = Non-critical; Yellow = Partially Critical; Red = Critical.
She was given a seat on a sofa and underwent a few tests: sugar level, blood work, x-ray
I wasn't allowed to go inside the zone, but asked permission to enter when mum wanted drinking water.
Made me realise how blessed I am to have good health.
Six hours in total. No charges, because Mum holds the Government Retiree Card.
My heart goes out to the overworked medical staff.
There were just too many patients requiring attention, and the policy for government clinics and hospitals is to not turn anyone away.
I wished I could have made things better for them, but I guess staying out of the way, keeping calm and following the rules are it.
If ever anyone is interested to solve real-world problems, this is the jackpot.
Listen to your Heart
I think the best advice I’ve learned from life is to listen to yourself, not to others. Stick to what you have, not to what you want to have or wish you had. Stay close to yourself, to your inner voice and vision and how you want the writing to be.
When my first novel was published it got lots of bad reviews, and they haunted me, and if I had listened to them I would have stopped writing. I decided to listen to myself instead—to what I knew. Ever since then that has been a kind of rule for me.