House is filled with Chocolate Scent

Smells happiness.

My Christmas Present

My Christmas Present's kicks are getting serious, I can see the belly jumping today. Too bad the stomach gas is coming back again, and probably is because the Present is growing bigger and pushed away my stomach which cause slower digestion rate.

Tonight will get some X'mas presents for my Christmas Present!!

95 Days to Baby

Suddenly want X'mas to come faster, not because of the baby, but missed the atmosphere of X'mas. Cold wind, lighting decorations, smell of the X'mas trees, gift buying and everyone is in good mood.

Of course the baby arrival will make this year's X'mas a very special one.

Maybe it's time to think of what X'mas gifts to give away... ...

Swim

We had our first swim together today! I could hardly fit into my old swim suit... it makes me look like those Leng Mo who intentionally wear one / two sizes down, so can have the enhanced cleavage. O_o

I do like my new image with enhanced breast and non-hide-able tummy.

Does not look sexy, but content.

Kick in the Face

Work up from afternoon nap, papa asked if you are still sleeping, I said probably yes. Then he rolled me back and forth trying to wake you up.

Funny enough I can really feel your kicks after the rolling!! Then I asked him to feel you, he then put his left ear on my stomach trying to hear your movement.

Suddenly you gave him a strong kick which is enough to send him jumping. Haha~ He deserved it for interrupting your sleep.

This is very trivial and yet so sweet. :)

Leg Cramps AGAIN

Leg cramps early in the morning, worst still, woke up with a hungry stomach.

2301

Waistline: 88cm (~34.6 inch)
Weight: 59.4kg (~131 lbs)

First Time in MTR

Took MTR during rush hour from Admiralty to TST. Luckily, just waited for two cars and can get in. Trying to stay as close as to the door, so can get off quickly at the next stop.
Stood right next to the first seat and hoping to leave asap. A 3x old man sitting at the first seat poked my arm after looking at me for two seconds and offered me his seat. I politely declined and told him I am getting off at the next station.

He looked a bit embarrased, and then abruptly stood up and said, 咁都坐一陣啦！

Accepted the seat full of gratitude. Though it is only one station, a period less than 4 minutes, the little gesture is very much appreciated!!!

When leaving, I poked him and said Thank you!! He then replied, 應該既！

My heart is filled with warmth and sincerely hope that young man can also felt my gratitude.

Leg Cramps

First leg cramp at middle of the night... slept on left side, and right leg cramped!!!!!

We Felt You

I had been feeling some suspicious movements of yours over the last week. Sometimes a tickle here and a small pain there, but was never sure.

This morning at around 1am, your papa puts his palm on my tummy trying to feel your kicks before going to bed. You must have performed a severe kick. The air was frozen for two second, we looked at each other, and we know it is you who made that little jump on my tummy.

Keep going!!

10 Years Ago

This day 10 years ago, I was embarked on one of the adventurous journey that opened my eyes & mind to the greater world. Soooo soooo glad that I did it!!

Being Loved

It was another usual day going back to mum's home and collect dinner ingredients. This time mum and dad were not there to greet me with loud welcome, they had dinner gathering.

House was dark and quiet; opened the fridge and took out the washed, chopped and assorted ingredients... all I felt is love.

Almost Half Way Through

Welcoming a new life to the family is both exciting and pressurizing. Thoguhts like is the current place big enough? Is there room to fit the extra furniture and diaper stocks? Does he have enough space to move around?

Now I am in the so-called Pregnancy Honeymoon. I can eat well, sleep well, nasty symtoms are yet to appear and the belly is not too huge to obstruct your movements.

Planning is required but guessed now should be more focused in enjoying the majestic life of a pregnant woman and preparing some handmade toys for my little man. ^0^

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Am so looking forward to your kicking and movement.

Not Easy

So true that only when you have become a parent, you will appreciate the hardship and love of your own parents.

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First belly picture taken.

Moved!!

Had been a worried bag for almost a week, especially when uncomfortable symtops are fading away... but when I see your heart beating happily, saw the legs and hands in the air. Everything is fine.

Then you suddenly gave me a surprised move!! So energetic, so cute. Probably it is your way of saying "hiyee"~ Hello my dear, I will see you soon.

Mothers' Day

It's a special day to celebrate and remember!! :) 

BINGO

An interesting day started with lousy breakfast at small Cha Chan Tang; shopping at Mannings; got an interesting reading and then house cleaning; shopping at another Mannings; and got an even more fantastic reading!!! :)

'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says

This is a prepared text of the Commencement address delivered by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, on June 12, 2005.

 

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.