by Mishell Leong | Feb 2, 2018 | Anecdotes of a Mum, The journey and behind-the-scenes of a Mumpreneur and Artist
I still remember it clearly – the moment when I stepped into Mothercare and saw the prettiest, little yellow frock for a six month old…and I instantly spoke in my mind, without thinking, “If I had another little girl, I will buy her the prettiest...
by Mishell Leong | May 15, 2017 | Anecdotes of a Mum, Dear Diary - Diary of a Mumpreneur, The journey and behind-the-scenes of a Mumpreneur and Artist
“Be Simple Like a Child.” – Buddha saying. Monday, 15th May 2017, 5pm. I have been snapping at Marc, my four year-old a couple of times today… constantly feeling bad afterwards. After the third time, he asked me “Mummy, why are you so...
by Mishell Leong | Apr 7, 2017 | The journey and behind-the-scenes of a Mumpreneur and Artist
What is that “sweet spot” for an Artist? For me, the sweet spot is that perfect balance between the “true artist” inside – one who is true to her/his inner artist voice, regardless of what the outside world thinks vs the “commercial...
by Mishell Leong | Feb 21, 2017 | The journey and behind-the-scenes of a Mumpreneur and Artist
What is my essence as an Artist? For the longest time, people have asked me where I get my inspirations from… where did I develop this “unique style” of mine. And for the longest time, I did not have the answer. But today… today marked the...
by Mishell Leong | Oct 27, 2016 | Dear Diary - Diary of a Mumpreneur, The journey and behind-the-scenes of a Mumpreneur and Artist
What if our current soul is actually made up of different past souls caught in our current body? What if our current self is not just nurture, nor nature, but more? Perhaps a little back story to these questions… I have been doing quite a bit of self /...
by Mishell Leong | Oct 3, 2016 | The journey and behind-the-scenes of a Mumpreneur and Artist
Dear Diary, 01/10/2016 (Sunday 3am) – Why are men such a***holes? Why does he continue to drive the screwdriver, knife, into my heart. The pain. The hurt. The deceit. The disappointment, more in myself – than anything else. Why do men lie? To me, it is...
