And so Her Heart is Made of Stone

I am reading this book now and because of it, I went on a guided tour at the Fort Canning Battlebox and also had an amazing conversation with my paternal grandmother.

The author chronicled the extensive details of WWII, including the atrocities that the Japanese soldiers inflicted on Manila’s civilian population. I could almost feel what the civilians felt just by reading what the author wrote and think to myself the kind of post-trauma that the survivors of WWII had to deal with. It takes great strength and will to continue living after witnessing your loved ones being brutally murdered.

My paternal grandmother (fondly known as ‘ah ma’) was born in `1927. She was a 15-year-old teenager when Singapore was ruled under the empire of Japan. I was curious to know if the civilians in Singapore suffered the same brutalities as the civilians from the ‘Pearl of the Orient’. So I urged her to tell me stories that detail exactly what she saw and how she and her family escape death during the Japanese occupation.

It is uncanny, but when my áh ma’ told me those stories, it felt as if WWII only happened yesterday. She shared these stories with such strong emotions and at some point, I thought I saw her eyes welled up.

These conversations with my ah ma were all conversed in Cantonese. I had three recorded audios of my conversations with her, and I have uploaded one for your listening pleasure.

Ah ma shared how at 15 years old, she witnessed the Japanese slitting open the stomach of pregnant women to take the unborn child out and how they had decapitated the heads of some and placed those heads on the head of a bridge [0:00 – 0:36]. To buy anything, they have to produce their identification card [1:11], and there was no way of buying anything freely because the japs kept all the goods in a warehouse. Those with no money had to scour through the rubbish to find food. Some had no choice but to stomach rotten food and end up contracting foodborne diseases [1:25 – 1:35]. Noodles those days taste like rubber bands [1:45 – 1:55]. Japanese occupation lasted 3 years and 8 months. My grandparents got married during the Japanese ruling and my uncle was born just after the Japanese surrendered [1:55 – 2:15].

Ah ma later shared that her father-in-law had a car workshop, repairing and maintaining cars for the Japanese. He was paid a lot of money and Ah ma remembered seeing bags and bags of this Japanese invasion money, stored away in a room. She giggled as she admitted to stealing a few stacks of notes for her father.

One day, a Malayan soldier sneaked into Ah ma’s house. He was escaping from the hands of the Japanese soldiers. Ah ma’s father (my great grandfather) took pity on him and changed him out of his uniform into some ragged clothes so that he would look less suspicious. Without any delay, my great grandfather burnt the Malayan soldier’s uniform and pistol. If they were caught holding these (including the Malayan soldier) in possession, Ah ma and her whole family would have been executed. Henceforth, this Malayan soldier regarded my great grandfather as a benefactor and continued sending money to him as a token of gratefulness for saving his life.

Ah ma and her siblings refrained from stepping out of the house unnecessarily lest they be hurt or rape by the enemies. Time stood still during those 44 months of perilous living and not knowing which day on earth would be their last.

I remembered years ago, whenever my family (including Ah ma) and I watched a tear-jerker movie, we would cry, but only my Ah ma remained emotionless, and my mum would always say that her heart is made of stone. For someone who has lived through a world war and saw the worst of humankind, who could blame her for being the tough woman she is today? Perhaps the culmination of all the torture she witnessed and the hardships that she has endured has taught her that there are no obstacles too big to overcome.

And that is my Ah ma at age 94; still as strong-willed; still as feisty.

Letting Go and What that Really Means to Me.

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All of us meet with setbacks at certain times in our lives and good-natured people around us would advise us to ‘let go’. A while ago, I was sharing about our challenges with mum and our decision to ‘let go’.

However, what does ‘letting go’ means? Is it all about surrendering and giving up in the face of adversity?

Quite the opposite, ‘letting go’ to me is an intentional act of being at peace with the current situation because I am confident that everything will eventually turn out fine.

The catch here is in accepting the fact that I have no control over when the situation will be fine and detaching myself from a specific outcome that I hope to achieve.

So while I feel that I have to do this or get this or achieve that, I try not to get too caught up with the outcome. Because if I do, I can only imagine going into this whole vicious downward spiral of disappointments, anger, self-doubt (and the list goes on) when my expectations are unmet.

Take courage and start learning to let go because our lives can only get better when we do. It is not going to be a walk in the park; It will be difficult, to say the least. But nothing is impossible and I am learning the art of ‘letting go’ in baby steps. So keep your chin up, persist and watch us transform into a happier and confident us.

A Note to all Parents

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Dear Parents,

You might not be aware, and so I am telling you this.

You can make your child smile or frown, feel safe or anxious and say eight words by eight months or not at all.

You can instil in your child, a sense of wonder and curiosity or create an image and likeness of an android.

You can make your child love school or turn defiant and play truant; even mould him into somebody resilient, overcoming the odds in life or succumbing to them.

Don’t trivialise what a simple smile or touch can do. It almost always begins with it.

Remember, you hold your child’s fate in your hands. You can lift him easily or make him fall just as easy too.

Yours Truly

Thea

Lessons learnt from Our Mum

Dealing with the changes I see in my mum and coming to terms with it is not easy. 

My mum is 73 years old, and her recent stroke recurrence changed her temperaments; from being warm, gentle and kind to someone fierce and nasty. It mostly starts with a denial that she has eaten and ending up in quarrels with hurtful exchanges in between. My sister and I call these exchanges, ‘mummy moments’ and we would always end up in tears.

My family and I had a hard time adapting to this change, knowing that she will never be who she was before. We can choose to continue to fight this exhausting battle and risk affecting all of our emotional health or learn to let go.

Letting go takes strength and courage; recognising that we all go through the different stages of life; from birth to old age, sickness and death. Why fight something that is beyond our control? What good is there when you react towards her behaviours? Will it make the situation better?

Up until now, I am still learning to let go. When she gives a glare or a nasty comment, I would remember how she was in the past and remind myself that it is her medical condition and old age that is talking.

I have learnt to choose my battles wisely.

“After all, we do not measure life by the number of times we stood to fight. It is not winning battles that make you happy, but it is how many times we have turned away and chose to look into a better direction.” – C. Joybell C.

And in our case, instead of insisting on what mum should do and assume that it is going to be the best for her, we chose to take care of her mental and emotional well-being first.

We chose happiness over tension and misery.

This is what we want her to always be; Happy and Joyful, like how she was before.

Self-Confidence; A Hard Topic to Grapple With

“That was an excellent presentation!” “Did you do something to your hair? It looks incredible!” “I liked the way you did your pad work with Nong-O, you got the knack for Muay Thai!”

We have probably heard praises like these now and then, and we feel good when we receive them. It is so human to seek affirmation from others on what we do or do not. They boost our confidence and make us feel important and accepted.

Some people would even go as far as revealing more than they should (self-objectification) to garner more ‘Likes’, especially in social media platforms. I shall not dive into the science behind their motivation, but when you see someone’s boobs spilling out of her brassiere or when his muscles are ripping his tight shirt apart, I questioned their intentions. Are they seeking attention to beef up their confidence in any way?

We rely very heavily on our external environment to make us feel good about ourselves. How often do we tell ourselves that we are responsible for our well-being? We have no control over our environment and the people around us, but we do have control over ourselves, so never underestimate our ability to create for ourselves a deserving, confident and meaningful life.  

The truth is that I am no guru about self – confidence, and I had to learn the hard way.

At the prime of my life, I was given opportunities to showcase my skills and knowledge and with it came the compliments.

Then the outpouring of compliments stopped (or became lesser), and what trickled in were all the self-doubting. I started doing more than I should, trying very hard to prove my very existence and capabilities. I became tired and worn out, and I was not happy. That was when I knew I was headed in the wrong direction (Thank goodness for some level of mindfulness!).

When my hard work does not translate into a result that I was hoping for, I will start asking questions like “what did I do/ what did I not do?”, “what would they think of me?” “Why did I not see this coming?” “I should have/ I should not have”

Self-doubting started creeping in, and the feeling of losing control brings my level of confidence down. To cope with that insecurity, I pushed myself even harder, and the cycle starts again.

I knew I had to do something about it and to retrain my brain was the only way to go:

Identifying the Trigger/s and stay Aware – I had to list down the things that trigger my self-doubts. In this case, it was my perception of underperforming a task. I had to pay attention to my emotions, and then distract myself with positive thoughts, which leads me to the next point.

Positive Thoughts/ Feelings – Can negative thoughts make me feel better? If no, why not positive thoughts/ feelings then?

  1. I practice the ‘Growth Mindset’ and tell myself that failures are part of life, and they are what makes me grow.
  2. I can do things to refine my skills like reading (or googling) so that I can do a better job the next time. In short, self-improvement.
  3. It is probably not news to you, but exercising can also trigger those positive feelings. So I have been moving my body and releasing those endorphins!
  4. I try to treat others with kindness especially in my daily interactions with family, friends and strangers. When I do that, the ‘feel-good’ feelings will naturally come too. It does not cost much to be nice!

Some of our brains are hardwired to make us doubt ourselves and always needing the affirmation from others to make us feel good. According to Hebb’s Law, nerve cells that fire together, wire together. So if we could repeatedly be intentional about thinking positive thoughts and doing positive things, we will begin to rewire our brains. Consequently, it will become more comfortable and natural for us to exude positivity and confidence (on our own).

I am sharing these strategies because they have helped me arrived at where I am today. I am not perfect and will never be, but one thing is for sure, I am definitely happier and a more confident woman today than yesterday!

The Feeling of Losing Someone

This will be a short entry.

I wanted to say that I had lost my best friend to cancer and I am grieving.

Thoughts on every single memory I had with her for the past 38 years will make my eyes tear, and my heart tight, pain, and heavy-laden. It is like I have lost a limb; mostly, the indescribable pain followed by that numbness and the subsequent realisation that you may not function how you’ve been functioning before that loss.

I asked myself, how can I cope with it and move on with life?

I tried googling for ‘ways to cope with the death of a loved one’, and trust me when I say they have got 101 ways of doing so, but none of it actually made sense to me.

I put on a facade when I tell friends I am okay but am I really okay?

Hold it, Thea. What is the rush?

You cannot take away that pain from the loss of a great friend of 38 years with strategies from google just like that, can you? It has only been two days since her passing.

I need to acknowledge my feelings and give me some time to grieve, do I not?

Remember that losing someone you love is a personal experience. No one person can tell you what to do to cope better, and no one activity can magically take away your pain at a push of a button. What works for one may not work for others. The more you resist and try to get past that grieving stage, the longer you take to heal.

The cortège leaves tomorrow morning, so let me grieve for now.

For privacy reasons, I have decided not to put her photo here. We have been loggerheads for most part of our lives but we still love each other. What better way to depict the extreme difference in the both of us; Joy and Sadness; that is me and her.

Did You Know?

I get excited whenever I talk about ‘Infant Mental Health’. My colleague shared an article, and in it, the authors uncovered new findings.

We have been taught that the first 1000 days of life, from the time of conception until the child turns two years old is a window of opportunity for neurodevelopment. Thus, depending on the kind of experiences that an expectant mother or baby goes through, the impact on the baby’s brain could go either way; positive or negative.

Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs) would change the brain anatomy, alter the gene expression, affect the child’s overall developments and eventually, take a hit on their health and well-being as he or she moves across the lifespan.

Nothing new.

However, what is fascinating is that the findings in this article seemed to suggest that the absence of childhood adversities (ACEs) does not guarantee optimal child development and adult health and well-being. Instead, it is the presence of Positive Childhood Experiences (PCEs) that has a more significant influence on it, even as it co-occurs with ACEs (Bethell et al., 2019).

There are several examples of PCEs, but having a ‘Secure Attachment’ between an adult and the child is by far the most important. When a child feels emotionally and physically safe, they learn to trust the adults around them; they feel safe to explore the world and know that they could fall back on them when the need arises. In short, ‘Secure attachment’ is knowing that someone has your back.

So what does all this information mean in layman’s term? Put simply; it doesn’t matter if your child is growing up in an environment that is free from adversities or not. What truly matters is that you continue to be that safe and secure figure for your child in good and in bad times and he or she will grow up, surmounting obstacles and flourish in life.

Reference: Bethell C, Jones J, Gombojav N, Linkenbach J, Sege R. Positive Childhood Experiences and Adult Mental and Relational Health in a Statewide Sample: Associations Across Adverse Childhood Experiences Levels. JAMA Pediatr. 2019;173(11):e193007. doi:10.1001/jamapediatrics.2019.3007

https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamapediatrics/fullarticle/2749336

The Things You Think About When You Are Sick

During this Covid-19 period, a simple yet persistent sore throat can land you in trouble with one chest x-ray, three dreadful swabs, some medications and an endless number of medical leaves. During such times, you can’t stop your mind from pondering about life and the fragility of it.

A few months ago, a good friend of mine told me she had a cancer relapse, and she has been diagnosed with stage four Mesothelioma (rare cancer in an advanced stage). Her prognosis wasn’t favourable, and she shared that she was opting for palliative over standard medical care.

I was affected by the sudden news and her decision to stop all radiation and chemotherapy for selfish reasons; I want her to be with me longer. However, deep down inside, I knew she had made that right choice.

Yes, ask anyone who knows me, and they would tell you that I am a staunch believer of ‘Palliative Care’.

It is choosing to prevent, or relief one’s suffering as opposed to extending one’s life so that one might have a chance to focus on the quality of life by doing things that matter most to them.

‘Palliative Care’ doesn’t sit well with some people, and it’s not wrong for them to feel that way. It’s only human to have that impulse to fight and to want to stay alive. Self- preservation is not wrong.

But what is crucial is the acceptance of one’s mortality and the limitations and possibilities of standard medical care prolonging it.

When one decides to let go and not fight death, to me, that’s what embracing life is all about. Wouldn’t that be such a catharsis, albeit frightening?

“You live longer only when you stop trying to live longer.” – Atul Gawande

Back To The Man From 201

I see people around me, like this man from 201. It’s sad, but it’s true. They don’t stuff potato chips into their mouths, but what about people who binge on Netflix or gather in a group to gossip? I wonder what is it are they hoping to achieve?

I’ve got friends telling me to go easy on this group, and in his (Man from 201) defence, they said that he is who he is because he has not found his source of motivation. Is it truly the ‘lack of motivation’ or has the word ‘motivation’ become over-rated. Perhaps all you need is to make a go at doing what your gut instinct tells you and then follow a system faithfully; the key here is discipline.

When I started on Muay Thai back in January 2019, I had no prior knowledge of what that was other than it’s a form of MMA. A friend planted the idea in my head, and I was initially sceptical and reluctant, but eventually, I decided to give it a shot. And where was the motivation here? None, to say the least.

I’ve been Muay Thai-ing for almost two years now, and there were times when I feel lazy, and I don’t feel like going for the training, or even if I do, I went through it without feeling pumped. I feel tired, but I kept going. It wasn’t easy, and it took me a lot of self-discipline to do so. I’ve worked hard to earned myself a level two Prajioud (armband) and I’m still at it.

I chance upon this article and I thought you might also find it useful. A good read if you are finding ways working towards a more discipline you.

7 ways to start being more self-disciplined right now

I guess it’s the same for any goals that you hope to achieve. You keep doing it consistently and plod on even when the going gets tough, and guess what? You will eventually see the results.

“A River Cuts Through Rock Not Because of Its Power, But Because of its Persistence.” – Jim Watkins

The Man From 201

I saw him again in his usual shirt and pants. He was big, clumsy and hobbling. His feet were very swollen; in fact, all parts of him were. Picture this; a bloated cadaver lying on a metal table. That would be him if he were motionless.

He was carrying two bags, containing nothing but packets of junk food. Subconsciously, I bit my lips and shook my head and concluded that this man in front of me was wasting his life away. It was an almost impossible feat not to judge him.

The meaning and the purpose of your life is how you make it out to be. Our life here on earth is only temporary, my question is, why choose to squander?