chefswifediary

chefswifediary

I'm a corporate professional, mother of two, and married to a chef who does the cooking. This is the honest version of the balancing act: the wins, the guilt, the late nights, and no highlight reel.

The beginning to everything.

Every experience starts from somewhere. Even a baby goes through milestones before reaching toddler’s stage. Without that first bold move, there will be no moments to share, and no story to tell. According to Tom Stafford, humans are curious in…

Cottage by the park.

Writing, sketching, painting… open doors to creative world. “There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.” – Friedrich Schiller

Keep writing.

Most would have known that exciting content write-up comes not only from reading and researching but also discovering experiences from both past and present. These learnings gathered made us reflect our thoughts and even expand imaginations towards the future. Alas,…

What I saw.

Pastel blue ground, with touch of smoggy cotton plants. Trees line up in parallel, whilst withered leaves descent gracefully. Bright green, yellow and brown-coloured, like confetti sprawled on the ground. “Be a reflection of what you’d like to receive. If…

Hey, August.

You were here when I came into this world. Like the sun, often inviting. Like a lion, roars like there is no other. A woman of substance, not easily impressed. Like the gem of peridot, instils power. Like a bar…

Morning X.

Morning sun rises, with pride and confidence. Dawn chorus is heard, as Robins defend their territory. Sleepy snail grapples, for extra minutes. Dragging his muscular foot, to begin the day. Photo by chefswifediary

Reigniting cultural values.

Three months prior to landing on a far-away foreign soil, I was talked into revisiting Hofstede’s cultural dimensions theory, a framework for cross-cultural communication developed by Geert Hofstede. Being a pragmatic person, I’ve long cold-stored learning from University days. Not…

I forgot how it was like.

182 days has passed. I forgot how it was like. Waking up in a concrete world, when peeping on neighbour was just a window away. I forgot how it was like. Living on a land that was expensively scarce, when…