Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I was brought up in a Convent school where I mixed with students of all races. I had no problem interacting with them and colour definitely is not a problem to me. My friends were Jeyarani, Revathi, Suseela, Siti Faridah, Halijah, Salamiah and not to mention Julie, Lai Hua, Ching, Ding and many many more of variety colours.
I remembered one weekend, Halijah (my best friend that time) decided that we would have a picnic. She packed her food and I packed mine. She cycled to my house and we walked to a little field on the way to the Malay kampung. We picnicked next to some cowdung!!! We were not bothered and had such fun yacking.
On Hari Raya, some of us would cycle to the kampung to visit Puan Saodah, our Maths teacher. How we adored her because she was so sweet, petite and gentle (before she married). We would sit cross legged on the floor as she served us rendang and we ate with our fingers. Then we would just lepak in her house and played congkak.
Come Deepavali, we would take the bus to Pundut Estate to visit Revathi and then take the bus back to town and changed to the bus to Ayer Tawar to visit Suseela. How I loved these times as I love spicy food. I enjoyed the thosai, idly and of course the curry.
I ran round the neighbourhood barefooted with my Indian neighbours and played masak-masak with them. I ate in their house if my mother came home late and there was no food on the table. They were never hesitant to lay out an extra plate or two (Ing would always be there too).
Then there was the Malay family down the lane who worked for McCullogh. All boys...I only remembered Rudy. Ing would call the boys 'abang' and got my mom all worried. But that didn't stop us girls from playing combat with them!
Today when I talk about patriotism in class, I get very unpatriotic responses. I fail to see the sense of pride for the country, the flag, the national anthem. Whose fault is it?
Actually the older we get, the more colours we see. We forget to be colour blind and thus pass on the colour codes to the younger generation. It is not the fault of the adults only, it should be equally shouldered by the administrators of the country. Who we are and what we have become is not the work of certain people but the whole society and nation. Who makes up the society and nation? The rakyat and the rulers.
So are we merdeka?? What are we not indepandent of now? Colour, status, name?? We are still colonised by ourselves......
JALUR GEMILANG ....
Are we getting better or worse? Let each patriotic Malaysian work towards harmony and equality regardless of who we are and may our leaders stay true to the ideals of a leadership that is fair, true and of integrity. (Hmm....do I sound like a hypocrite?) This is the Malaysia that I dream of.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The content showing the topics for each week. The first week was the introductory course and the last week was the celebration cum graduation course. (not listed in the content).
The participants listened to watch a video on the appropriate topic conducted by Nicky and his wife Sila. In between, the video will paused for discussion between the couples. It is totally private and confidential.
The setting.....it is supposed to be romantic; candle lights with dim lights. Very nice. When I was the participant many years ago, it was held in the Youth Center. The helpers had a lot of work to do preparing the ambience.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
(The promise was made three years ago).
This is the jungle and here is where the adventure begins...
One has to be prepared before going into the jungle....glove, parang...and a smile!!!
What is that finger pointing to? He must have seen something....I think I see it too!
Wow!!!! A big spider. He claims it to be the biggest spider he has ever seen. In our fast paced world where entertainment comes in a click and it has to be instant; I am glad that my son still finds discovering nature a wonder.
It's a red leaf...different from the others. He used his parang to cut branches like this as they made their way in.
This was as far as they went. See our house in the distance.
When they returned after half an hour, there was so much plan in their brains. They are returning into the jungle soon to build a tree house! After that they plan to camp in there...(hmmm...).
A closer look at the plan. I wonder if the tree looked as simple as this and building a tree house is as simple as it sounds! They are going to ask Uncle Albert to sell them some old wood (hahaha).
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Today I opened up my fb to find that the friend request has gone beyond 150. I really can't be confirming every person who requests as I don't know, or don't remember almost all of them. A majority of the requests are from students; past and present. The problem with these people is; they do not use their own name and pictures. I have foreign names with beautiful faces staring at me (I don't think I know of anybody from Twilight or Hindustani actresses) and I have not the slightest idea who they are suppose to represent. I don't want to press the ignore button (unless I am very sure I know that I don't know them).
What shall I do? If I ignore them; would they know that I have ignored them? If they are my students in school, they may feel rejected and I don't want any of my students to have the feeling that I have rejected them (which is not true; of course).
One reason I have stopped being active in fb is I have lost my privacy....then again the cyber world is not meant to be private.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Ong is the firstborn for his generation from my family. Wesley is also the firstborn for his generation for my family. My family is the maternal family for Ong as he is born into the Pang family. This has automatically elevated our status....my parents are now great grandparents, of course my sister and brother-in-law are grandparents now and my siblings and I are grand aunts and uncles. I told Dan that he is now an uncle and he reacted, ' What? I'm too young to be an uncle!'
Come to think of it, I was Dan's age (11) when Ong was born. Both Ing and I helped sis to babysit him. He was a real chubby and cute baby.
Wesley is an old English name. It is the family name of the founder of Methodism; John Wesley. Here is a famous quote of John Wesley : make all you can, save all you can, give all you can.
Introducing the newest addition to the family : Wesley Pang.
Here is the picture of his father .... see the similarity... especially the nose. Couldn't find any baby pictures of Ong, this is the closest that I can get of him in his young age. Don't have any pictures of Janne; so I can only make a comparison with the father.
CONGRATULATIONS TO PETER AND JANNE!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
I have been baking bread for years. But none of the recipes which I used earlier are with me....somehow I lost them. Maybe by blogging them, I will not lose the recipes anymore when I try out new ones. Bad habit of forgetting the old ones when I start a new recipe which I like.
Again; this is for AJ7. I just remembered I tried a cappocino orange bread which is nice but didn't bake it anymore as Dan doesn't like the slight coffee taste in it. Will try it again soon and blog the pic and recipe.
1 egg plus enough water to equal 3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons water
1/2 tsp salt
3 tbsp sugar (I use slightly lesser so it won't be so sweet)
1 tbsp margarine
1/2 tsp vanilla essence
2 1/4 c bread flour plus 1 tbsp
1 tbsp dry milk
3/4 cup chocolate chips
1/4 cup walnut halves
1 tsp yeast
I bake it at 1kg weight...turns out ok. Slightly more dense than poppy seed loaf because it has lots of chocolate chip in it and also walnut.
Friday, August 13, 2010
One not so fine but fine day [it was kind of cloudy and a bit sunny], while I was coming home from school .I heard a mesterious woof .I decided to folow the woof. I arrived at the wildest river on earth .There I saw the most cutest puppy hanging on tree brunch. I climb up the tree to bring the puppy down[as I was climbing the tree I was wondering how on earth did the puppy climb up the tree]. I suddenly sliped and fell into the river. The next thing I knew I fainted. When I woke up I was in the hospital. At that time I saw the puppy and my mother coming in. I ask her how long did I faint. She told me that I fainted for 2 days. I have name the puppy Jackie. Now Jackie follows me every where I go[I still Wonder how it got up the tree]. I am glad that I save Jackie. Now Jackie is a full grown dog .
The essay above is written by Dan inspired by Lyn. He is hoping to send it to the NST for the column on acts of kindness. If it is published, he will get RM100 and he is desperate for it! I have yet to edit it for him. Thought I will just post it in its original form.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Haha...no regrets! He enjoyed it so much. He read some of the stories to me (which I didn't hear; as usual). He said some of the stories are real sad like the one where the friend moved away and the other one where the bird flew away (?).
I am so proud that he could finish the book which has minimum pictures. Asked if he wants to read more, I could borrow from the library; he said no. Sigh.
The school library is stocked with a variety of Chicken Soups. Selling like hotcakes. Introduced them to the Form 1 students and now I see so many of them holding the books. So good to see students reading.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
At my age, it's definitely much harder to shed that extras. Infact my exercise routine is almost the same for the past 3 years but my weight seems to increase with the years. I blame it on the slowing down of my metabolism rate. If I were to compare my diet to others around me; it's actually shocking to know how little I eat and how healthy my diet is. Oats, muesli and yoghurt for breakfast, coffee and fruits in between, bread for lunch and a spoon of rice for dinner with lots of vegetables, soup and fish. If I eat less than this, I'll starve!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
All this is the result of being a prefect. The novelty of it....he thinks he should be indepandent and do more things on his own. I'm not protesting; I think this is really good. Who knows I don't need to employ Mila to do my ironing anymore!!! (Haha...fat chance....my clothes will be ruined).
I wonder how long this will keep up. Anyway as he pushed the iron around the shirt, I watched and guided him and showed him how to turn the shirt around and how much pressure to put on the iron. Just so afraid that the iron will topple and drop on his feet or he irons his cute stubby fingers.
The little boy who is a grown pre-teen ironing his shirt.
Arts class today is totally different. There is not just water colour painting, students are allowed to use a variety of medium as long as the task is fulfilled. Last weekend, Lyn was working on cutting and pasting coloured papers. The topic was to make a wrapping paper. The result is as below!!
Looks good to me. No figures or colouring involved. Just cut and paste!!!! I'm sure I would have enjoyed Arts if all I have to do is just cut and paste. (Ok...she complains it is a back breaking work.)