Sunday, October 24, 2010

no mega tower

Well, I have not done any post for a long while now. Have been using Facebook as it is more interactive; not forgetting the games that are available.

Guess it is about time - if not for record if nothing else.

Well about two weeks ago, we have the 2011 budget announcement. Of course there is this ridiculous announcement to try to 're-activate' the economy - by building a 100 storey tower! Boringgg...!!! Sarcastic and cynical, and having learnt some literature in school, really, it is just another phallic symbol of yet another prime minister. That of course, is a much better point of view instead of insinuating the corruption, under-table monies and enriching a few etc. etc.

However, what is of interest, and some thing that will not ever go away for a while. is this new way for us ordinary citizens to express our opinions! Almost overnight, we have this 1M Malaysians Reject 100 storey Mega Tower. [check out http://www.facebook.com/NoMegaTower; http://on.fb.me/baV6US ]

So we protest. Not sure when it started, but it has already over a hundred thousand who have logged in. Today, Sunday, is the day, we change the profile in our Facebook. It is definitely a peaceful protest, no doubt and Ghandi would have been really proud.

So below are some of the pictures we could use for this silent and non-violence protest!




And these are alternatives suggested for the ruling party on how best we could spend RM5billion...


Friday, June 11, 2010

try a little kindess..

I couldn't sleep at all.

It was rough at work. What else but negotiations of course! My boss said - business and things would have been smoother, with every one making monies, if we all are kinder to one another!

"Kindness" seems not to be the fashion nowadays; especially dealing with the Y generation! May be it is a result of the smaller family syndrome ie only one other sibling in a family unit. So there is no need or experience of having to share. It is always a case of 'one getting exactly what one wants'.

A small, probably silly association or excuse for our generation - I mean we grew up singing the song "Try a little kindness" by Glen Campbell. But I don't think there are any songs of this postmodern generation with that word "kindness" in it.

So it is with great enlightenment that I read in the wake service bulletin of
Mr Poh Sin Bin, of his favourite passage.

"I expect to pass through this world once
If therefore there be any kindness I can show
Or any good things I can do to any fellow being
Let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it
For I shall not pass this way again..."

I am not sure where this passage is taken from.
It is a true reflection of Mr Poh's actions and principles in life.

Rest in peace Mr Poh, for you have
"fought the good fight, finished the race and kept the faith"
(2 Timothy:5-7 (NIV])
and have been kind to everyone you touched...
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my current other interest...

It is now at least a full month when I do not have to worry about homework or studies! Though I do have a CH assignment outstanding. Well.. not quite... too long away from studies make me lazy and now thinking of not handing it in.

Now what decadence have I been up to then??? Virtual farming of course!

Take for example in this pics - what has a leaning tower, cacti and a circus elephant have in common? Answer - an addicted farmer!

Then we have the latest collection - hardly two days old! A Groovy Cow - which hops and delivers loads of 'hearts' when we pet it. Yes, there was a survey by Farmville to ask what we would like to plant and make the produce into ie a baker, a wine-maker or a spa-owner! As you could see - I choose to be a master baker! Well, I know my friends bake wonderful cakes - so I dream I could be like them - a virtual master baker!

Last but not least, here is my virtual place of solace - after a rough day at work!

All for a good course! Pure indulgence of time and brain cells totally at rest!
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the yang and the youngest..

First we have five .... little brats of nephews and niece who will follow us where ever we go. Now we are down to the two youngest - Eric aka Yang in red and Christopher in white. In form four this year, they are still 'obedient' enough to follow their elders.


In a table of 10 with only two teenager, it is great to see their love for food. I mean they are still growing kids! The rest of us have to watch our cholestrol, hp, sugar level etc. etc..

So it is with great delight to see their antics!

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eighty three years of life...

Today a very good and dear friend, Mr Poh Sin Bin, passed on at the age of 88years old. For the first time, I cried at a wake service. We never knew how much a person touched us till it is too late. Hence, though I have been procrastinating, it is about time, that I record life as well.

We celebrated our Mum's 83rd birthday on June 03, 2010. It is an amazing feat considering that she had cancer at 60 ie twenty three years ago. The Lord has been really kind to us.


My Mum and Dad just before a charity dinner. This year we also witness a couple who are married for 55years! Being thrifty, Mum went and bought herself a RM180.00 dress; which she said was about her salary that many years ago, as a school teacher, just about 60years ago.


At the charity dinner by Nam Kueng school; organised by the ex-students Association. It is to raise monies for a part of the school roof.


These students also celebrated Mum's birthday. I never counted, but apparently, she was a teacher for 27years!
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Sunday, May 30, 2010

bored...

Yup I am so bored...
There is so much to do...
work ... I mean..
yet I am so bored!

So I play my FV games! But the FV server is having a 'small problem'. Small you said? 15 hours down the road, and it is not fixed yet.

Well, it is affecting millions of people! So what do we do?
We do silly things.
See this cute little black foal...
Look properly, it has bling bling round its tail - to be polite...
What people do for originality! Or to keep their millions occupied!



Going around criticising doesn't help! I am still bored!
OKay, let me go and read a book!
Do have loads of reading to do...

Oh, incidentally I saw the movie Robin Hood - two and a half hour. Nice! I like such movies anyway - more on the line of Lord of the Rings! Director approached it from another angle, with movie starting with the Crusades. Far cry from the romantic character of one helping the poor!
BBC had a documentary on the Character, too. Apparently, there is no concrete evidence that Robin Hood existed! However, the impressions seems to be some inference to a 'Robin Hode', who was caught as a thief.

Right - let me now get back to reading - on the Crusades and Early Church history!
boriiiiiiiiiiingggg........
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

baked beans....

Ok, we all know that beans result in flatulence. I was too lazy to cook, so I had a can of baked beans and bread! Boy oh boy, did I or did I not have a bad case of flatulence! Worse thing is - the air is not coming out! My mid-torso is bloated and tight. It is so uncomfortable that I could not even concentrate on studying for Heberew test on Wednesday, D-day! Anyway, I took excuse and did not go to work.

So what did I do? Watched Ghost Rider; a bit of a let down compared to the comic books!

Then I managed to catch a documentary on Machu Pichu, on the Discovery Channel. I mean it has been and now looks possible to fulfil my intention and ambition to go to the Andes and Machu Pichu. The scenery is breathtaking - being so high up the mountains and so near the sky (or heaven)? But after watching the documentary, I am not sure if it is a good idea now though. Why? Brings back memories of the agony climbing the hills of Sappa! There are terraced fields and terraces to climb - but no kind, money-grabbing Hmong women to hold my hand!!! This time if I ever get to go, I better spend months training for it!

Oh since I am 'house-bound' I have also took the opportunity to clean up my FB. Removed most games from the current FB account and migrated it to another. My excuse is that the FB emails are clogging my inbox. Actually it is part of the winding-down if not melt-down(?)process! Scary if one dwells on it; and definitely dreary and a drag! Should have done what my friend did - just walk off and start anew!

Then of course, these two days are most dramatic. So the Euro has been steadily dropping. Yesterday, the first Euro economy, Greece, crumbled. Is this the second dip projected by economic experts? Quite possible. Euro cannot be unaffected by the rest of the world.

So I was asked if I have been through such economic melt-down before. Yes, of course. It happens every ten years, always starting in the xxx8-11, just before the end of a decade and beginning of another. Much like and as if the world needs to right itself before it begins another spat of ten years.

In the 1970's, I was too young to know. Didn't understand why my parents were never home till late. They took on two jobs to supplement their teacher's income to support four kids and two elderly parents! In the 1980's, as a young executive, I see how my senior managers walked out of the conference room with a really black face; and the company had to bear about RM600k in bad-debts from the closing down of just one chain store; never knew the final amount. In the 1990's, the melt-down was only in Asia. The multi-national company I was working for have had head-quarters financial support; so it does not matter. Now in this decade's melt-down, it does not matter how big or small a company is, it will be the survival of the thrifty and the shrewed.

Today also I watched our local news. Suddenly I noticed our young PM's hair is totally silver. These two years of being in power sure seem to have aged him. Don't envy him! Definitely a difficult job in very difficult times! But then to each it's own! Poor man is trying to launch another 1Malaysia scheme. Actually it is just another name for another Government bond. We better pray for our country! All these religious Allah and racial issues are a cover up. Do the people know that our country's economy is in deep-shit?

In all bad situation, there is always a silver-lining at the end.
But this time, I will not be walking alone; for HE is with me!
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Thursday, May 6, 2010

festering .....

I think I have come to realize (if you have not yet) that there would usually be a sort of long silence. Then I go into a spurt of writings!

Actually every time sometime happens or saw something, I will think 'oh, I got to record that in my blog'. But I never got to do it. Never got to write I mean.

Excuses are plenty. We brood about it. We get bogged down, literally and figuratively. We even get weighted down. Well, one thing for sure, we let it fester inside for a while.

This festering comes about because we or I want things to happen the way I want it. I think that this is the right way to do it. It is especially so when we have had spent years doing it; and it has always proven to be successful many times over!
But most of all, I want it to happen now! So the festering consumes us!

However, with time and age, I have learnt that this period of 'brooding', anxiety, festering and being weighted down is good; so long as we do not let it depress us or express it out aggressively at friends or family.

Why? because I now acquaint this 'period' to the biblical phrase 'wait upon the Lord'. Really it is a period for things to fall into place. Depending on who is looking at it - there are always two sides to the coin; which is another story - of the young and energetic or the mature and mellow!

So today, the festering is over!
Yes we have a GM!
Yes, I even got a missed call, which probably means a trip to Italy!
Yes, it has hit me that migrating to Sydney is happening to some people!

Nothing concrete yet! But it is happening! It is the beginning of a new decade! We still have to hold our horses as the picture unfolds....
Meanwhile it is good 'wait upon HIM for HIS timing upon HIS will'!
Amen!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

what a week.....

what a week it has been....

Got this picture from the mail entitled
"it's okay, sometimes, to say the 'f' word".
Not sure who the photographer is; but sure is at the right place at the right time and with a camera.

This picture is rather appropriate. Don't we all feel like the lorry sometimes. Describes me for the moment. The physical exhaustion is bearable; we could always pop Vitamins or sleep it off. Mental exhaustion is another kettle of fish - I am totally drained! Emotionally I am a robot! What about Spiritually? I am totally dry - now which desert should I equate it to?



However, I have to admit that it has been fruitful. Accomplished quite a lot of stuff. There are opportunity costs though; I have not touched any aleph, ... eh ... what is 'b'... don't know..! Exams in two weeks! For once, I do have a happy and good conscience about failing!

Sure am looking forward to the weekend. But weekend starts only in another 24hours! I have lectures; and will most likely fall asleep again!

I like the photograph. Whatever the burden, we remain standing. Rest we have to look towards and leave it to HIM!
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Friday, April 16, 2010

..... a moment in time

Whilst we sympathise with mankinds' suffering, nature's disasters can and must be admired for its beauty!

While many are facing hardship, we must admit that a photograph captures a moment in time.



Ash rising above the clouds in the recent Icelandic volcanic eruption!

Photograph taken by Ap
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/8622055.stm
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Thursday, April 15, 2010

requiem for a python family...?

Okay the bigger picture finally emerged!

Remember I mentioned that my friend had an encounter with a python at 4am. She was woken by her dogs barking at a python. But that python escaped and disappeared. We didn't quite believe her either as there is no proof.

Well the same python appeared and this time was not so fortunate. The fire department was alerted and below picture is proof that there is a real python around. Let us call this the neighbour 1.

But why a title like a 'requiem'? Well, we then found out that another neighbour 2, actually killed one. As he is a man, he sort of quietly killed and disposed of it and did not want to frighten the neighbours!

Oh well, that is just the death of two big snakes! Big deal? Yes! Then neighbour 3, came out and said that they killed two baby pythons of about a feet each!

Sigh! sigh! sigh! Lets have a minute of silence please! Let us mark the end of a python family!

The fear, of us, urban middle class families are the bane of our society! I remind them that the python actually helps to rid the area of feral cats and rats. Guess what the answer is? Yah, hardly a week have passed, I am starting to see rats running into the house again!

But ...
maybe... there is just a glimmer of hope!
Pythons, when they are successful in 'breeding', would generally have more than two eggs! Please keep your fingers crossed and then pray that there are still at least two to three baby pythons running around! May the Lord, bless and keep them!



Question: Would I personally let a python run around wild? Yes, if I have such a big garden!
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

hours of the morning...

It is a few days now that I have been up and around like 6-9 in the morning! I am amazed at myself. Not sure how long this will last.

I mean - being up and about in the wee hours of the morning is usual. Temperature is cool. The silence of the night is so peaceful. Actions and thoughts of the day comes and one reflects on the 'good' and 'bad' things we have done. It is generally in front of the computer and a cup of aik-cheong coffee beside me; whilst the 'yohurt chicken', the rare-bits, and/or the rock buns that is baking in the oven.

But now things are different! Seven to nine in the mornings brings forth very different 'noise'. There are the school buses charging up the road; screeching to a stop as they pick up the kids for the morning session. The mothers screaming at their children who forget their water-bottle or lunch pack. Then we have the doors of cars and electric gates opening, as office workers leave for the office. Do you know that each electric gate have its own sound?

Yup! I heard all that! All these cacophony of sounds are like phonetic groan of people starting yet another 'busy' day. Not necessarily pleasant if one dwells into it. The toils and sweat of humanity begins and one habituate to it; forgetting their soul and objective of life.

It is a total contrast to the best sound of the morning; which comes just before that! The first chirp of the bulbuls and cuckoo brings forth a new morning! It always sound so cheerful. It is as if they are greeting one another constantly. It is as if they were singing:
'This is the day! This is the day! This is the day that the Lord has made!

And so I will now go to work, with a little skip in my steps and hum a little tune! I will choose to remember that this is the day that the Lord has made! Amen!

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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

go against the grain ...... and k.i.s.s.

Since my heart and my head is not at work, I checked out the Rabbi's blog. (http://oldtestamentpassion.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-wisdom-in-visual-form.html)
To quote his wise advice:
"here is an interesting site - life wisdom in visual form. great idea for those intending to take wisdom literature class in TEE or 2nd semester in-campus course this year. how to re-brand OT wisdom e.g. proverbs into a format that acceptable and easily understood in a 21st century world?"

So I followed the site (http://pictomins.wordpress.com/). The first thing which pops up was this (below). I have taken the liberty to copy it.

First I love the visual ie the full-lips. Wish it was real. Alas, we have always been looking for a real live one to bring out the shades of our lipsticks. Love the red vibrant shade which one only find being used by mature, yet confident ladies!

Then I really love the message.
"Go against the grain and keep it simple stupid". A contradiction in itself. But it is true.

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Title: People Complicate Life Too Much – Go Against The Grain And Keep Things Simple Stupid

Life doesn’t need to be as complicated as so many make it. Jobs, family life, ownership, plans and creativity is always overcomplicated without good reason. This complexity caps your time, energy and money and almost always gives you a far less superior outcome. Take a moment to reflect on the things in your life that might be overcomplicated and try to focus on cutting back and streamlining them, you will be amazed at the difference this can make in your life.
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How can we go against the grain of society and yet be simple about it. Imagine the uproar if we go against the rules of society or a religion. But I love it; makes life interesting and appeals so much to my nature. Modern terms like lateral thinking, advices us to go against the grain; don't be a follower or a dead-wood. Empowerment of employees allows them to be 'movers and shakers' of the company and the world. Even God shakes us out of our complacency, occasionally, to go out and expand His kingdom!

Statement is appropriate, too, in light of a recent incident (a couple of hours old really) over some books. Like the author said ... why? why? why turn a couple of persons generosity into such complicity. May be we should truly go against the grain. It is as simple as - ask the owner of the books to withdraw them for a short period so we can access outside the boundaries.
Hee! Hee! hee! evil laughter! But no, we have matured. We don't do such things any more. Just the thought of it is satisfactory!

So let us enjoy the wise statement and truly reflect on our issues!

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countdown calendar .....

Spent a couple of hours with a couple of good friends yesterday.....
They remind me that I should have a countdown calendar.

So as of this minute of writing this, there is this much time to
FREEDOM.

Time until Friday, 31 December 2010 (Kuala Lumpur time)
268 days
6437 hours
386232 minutes

Then again, FREEDOM is how one perceives it.....
for there is 'a time for every thing....'
(ecclesiates chapter something verse something..)
too lazy to check it out and feeling very flippant about things..

lack of sleep, doing my homework last night.
ah.. no it was the weehours of the morning.
correction again, didn't sleep but came straight to work..
therefore the reason for
the feeling flippant and very light in the head attitude
doing many things if not 'rubbish'..
for which one am paid very highly for...
sigh!
must not bite the hand that feeds one..
you ungrateful soul..

had a nap for a couple of hours
with a proper airpillow round the neck
and feet on the drawers,
in a leather bound, high back executive chair...

this would be the style of things
hopefully, only for a couple of months..
so don't you agree
that the thought of Freedom tastes very good

ps. just heard the great news that Michu Pichu is open to the public again!

pss. also heard, over the weekend, that we have a relative - from one of the in-laws, who have had actually just visited the place. Was a back-packing trip too at that! across Bolivia, Argentina etc...

So it is not that impossible nor a dream...
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

of fairy godmothers

Old ladies tales has this saying for bringing up kids "at 3-4 yrs of age, one could scold till our mouth is tired". Why? This is the age that the child is so full of curiosity discovering the world around them. No amount of explanation would deter them from wanting to try it for themselves. It is not as if this curiosity ends after that age.

Which brings me to another Chinese adage, that elders love to say to us, but we never listen nor understand - 'I eat more Salt than you have eaten Rice'. Here our ego rather than our curiosity never stops us from doing things that elders will advise against. We think we are better - we have computers and they don't.

So invariably we throw out the babies with the bath water; a thought I heard being voiced re our new form of worship. It is also related to our dropping our affirmation of faith. Coincidentally, I am also reading and eventually supposed to be reflecting on the Nicene Creed.

So what has all these to do with the picture below.

It is so sweet to have young nephews and nieces. Yes, when they are pre-teens and below, they love their Aunties. A friend even asked me once - why does my son likes you so much and is more than a friend to my son compared to me? Don't worry mummies, you will always be the mummy!

Simple! We do not discipline them. Neither do we have to worry if the kids are having fever, not eaten their dinner or done their homework. Aunties are Fairy God Mothers especially Aunties who brings them gifts; hugs them; and are even their playmates. I know because I have been there. I think the only love one could associate such love of a child is one of Jesus's. Jesus loves us inspite and despite of our blemishes and faults. A child doesn't know any better.

So the moral of the story is:-
Love them when they are young. Love them when they don't know any better. Spend as much them with them before they realise that they rather choose to be with friends instead of being seen with their aunties and parents!



My good friend basking in the love of a young and innocent child. A fairy godmother, as represented by the cake, is what she is in this period of the child's life.

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Monday, March 29, 2010

nearly three decades later..

I have learnt to believe and expanded on a Chinese statement that
'life is like ocean going ship. We meet certain people in a certain period. We travel together for a while, sharing good and bad times; much like the ship in the middle of the ocean. Ultimately, we arrive at the harbour, so we depart to do our own things and life' .

Just about three decades ago, when we were sweet, innocent and young things, we met in college, read our various major, shared some good and tough times. Had great laughs and did some naughty things! Eventually, we graduated and then depart to start our own life.

So here three decades later, we meet again; having gone through the hard-knocks of real life... and yet... we are still friends...



But to close on a lighter note - the best part of it all, I finally got to eat my favourite Mauritius food! Authentically cooked too!


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15 & 51

Talking about coincidences and numerology!
How often do we have birthdays where one generation is celebrating his 15th and another at 51? Well, I attended one. Apparently the next time, this 'coincidence' will be eleven years later.

Incidentally one is called Rayhan and another Reyhannah! This is no coincidence. Must remember to ask the mum why she chose the name!

Cakes done by the same loving hands... of a mother's and a sister's
A triple chocolate cake ...


A mouth-watering passion fruit cake...


Trust me, it was delicious. I had more than my share. Especially picking on the icing!
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a mother's love...

A woman's toil in the daily care-taking of a child or a family is usually taken for granted or even expected.

Once in a while, we see a mother's love personified. Hence I was indeed fortunate to witness one recently. I mean, in this day and age, one could so easily just pop out to the shop and purchase a wonderful cheese, chocolate or even an ice-cream cake without so much as a blink of an eye. But the love of a mother's love is personified in the hours spent on making a birthday cake!

The loving hands of a mother.....


Toiling into the wee hours of the morning...


An exhausted but very proud and satified mum...?

picture speaks for itself...
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going back to basics...

Once jet-setting belongs to the rich and famous.

But now flying is available to the ordinary, with the availability of Budget flights.

Once I use to travel on jetliners of boeings 747, 738 etc. And even with local travel, I would not get on a Fokker plane; especially after two harrowing experience where it is either a few days of driving or a Fokker flight, into the hinterland in East Malaysia.

But now I have no more travel miles, so I have to travel on Budget flights. No big deal right? especially when so many are doing it; and why should one be so arrogant. So in all humility, I booked myself on a Firefly or Kunang flight down to Singapore. I am quite patriotic too!

Lo and Behold, I did not expect to be going back to basics. Not that I am a great fan of aeroplanes; but I know I have seen this type of planes before 2nd World War movies. I really did not expect to be sitting on a re-conditioned propeller-ed cargo plane!
Yes - this is what I travelled in; although I have to admit it is quite comfortable.



But look at this plane parked on the other side of the runway! This is our kiastu's neighbours equivalent. Tiger Airways! It has got jet-engines!



Sigh! Will we always be the step-child? Will we always be inferior? Will we always be a step behind!

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Friday, March 26, 2010

babies have flown the nest...

Two days after I came back from Singapore, I felt something was amissed. The garden was very quiet. I then realise that the parent bulbuls are not there to greet if not ensure that I do not disturb the nest again.

Of course all sorts of thoughts went through my mind. Like did those 'b...'wild cats get them? Did the cleaning lady's son take them away? Or even - my Dad must have come to take them and made medicinal soup with the babies. Normal but no excuse - we always think the worst of people and situations.

Sob! sob! sob! The babies have flown the nest. I have had wished I was there to see them take their first flight. But I miss it.

It should be a moment of joy and pride, but I have to admit that it does take some getting used to; and there is a sense of emptiness too. Compared to the parents' constant flying in and out to catch insects and feed the babies, the silence was deafening. This is the second lesson within a month. Not sure what 'wounded healing' I need to do eventually, this is a very literal understanding of the statement - birds have flown the nest. Guess this is the time to cut the apron strings, and wish them well.

But God is kind too. Next morning I heard and saw the 'family' feeding off a neighbours tree. The tree was flowering and there were noticably a lot of butterflies and bees around. Actually saw one of the babies chasing after a bee, but was not able to catch it. It has not quite learnt the skills to manoeuvre round and inbetween the branches. Antics brought a smile.

So to remind me, here is a photo to remind me of my pseudo babies!



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life..

You know when we are down, we search for a meaning in life. Most of us turn to a god. But if you don't have a God to believe in, what do you do? You will be amazed at the various ways people go about it. Many of my neighbours actually subscribe to the daily horoscope. You'll know because the minute they turn on their Facebook, they go online to some predictions for the day.

How do we believe in a God that we don't get to see, but have made a conscious choice to follow. The people who actually survived during the 2WW generally have a God they cling to. It is very much a matter of mind over matter.

But we are not at war. We have a mundane life if not so mundane jobs. I mean, this picture is so appropriate. Here we thought we are okay, if not perfect. But there is always someone or something which will spoil the perfect life or picture we want to have.


So the moral of the story?
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have. Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.
(not sure who wrote the observation, but serves as a useful reminder)
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virtual farming...

This is what I am indulging in and quite delighted with the various 'points of view' in this article.

Down on the FarmVille by Rajini Vaidyanathan
BBC News Magazine; (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8585999.stm)

A Bulgarian official has been sacked after being caught milking a virtual cow on the hugely popular online farming game, FarmVille. So what is it about it that's made it so popular?

At the end of a hard day seeing to patients at the surgery there is more work to be done. Tending to the crops, feeding the cows and making sure the fields are ploughed.

For one GP, who is too embarrassed to be named, the internet game FarmVille has become a part of daily life.

The premise of the game is simple - you are a farmer, albeit a virtual one - with your own plot of land. Your job is to cultivate it and rear animals. You get points depending on how successful you are and the aim is to get the highest score you can.

What would Old Macdonald say?
On her farm, the GP grows potatoes, watermelons and keeps chickens and cows. She never tends to her fields during her working day, but is on it most evenings. "It does seem like a terrible waste of time," she says. "It's like watching trashy TV though, a bit of escapism to help you unwind."

For her and many others, FarmVille has become a guilty pleasure. The game was launched in June 2009, since then more than 80 million people have signed up to it. While it's highly unlikely that everyone who has joined the game plays it on a regular basis, there is no doubting it has a huge regular following, with people around the world, from all ages and backgrounds playing it.

FarmVille is accessed as an application through Facebook and now has its own website too. But it's the game's presence on the social networking site which has given the game such a wide reach, allowing it to tap into Facebook's already large user base. And its availability on social networks has created a new wave of computer gamers, who wouldn't normally go near a console.

Meaningful effect
Like full-time mum Gemma, for whom FarmVille has become part of the daily routine, in-between nappy changes and feeds. Both her sisters and her mum are signed up too. She was initially dismissive of FarmVille when she was asked to join, but is hooked now. So, what is the appeal?

"It becomes a personal experience and something you care about," says Johnny Minkley, a computer games expert. The game has a certain "stickiness" to it, because of the nurturing element involved, he says. "What you're doing needs to have some meaningful effect, like the planting and growing of crops."

The game also has a competitive element - it's about having the best farm and earning the most money to see to its upkeep. But it can also be co-operative and it's possible to interact with your friends' farms on the site by watering their plants and feeding their animals.

The game is free to play, but if you want to buy extra coins to keep up your farm, you are given the option to buy more with your credit card.

Parallels can be drawn between Farmville and the Tamagotchi craze in the 1990s, where people looked after a virtual pet housed in a plastic egg, developing an emotional attachment to their virtual being. But the fact FarmVille has been introduced in an age of social media has had other effects.

For the embarrassed GP, it resurrected an old friendship - sort of.
"There's a girl I went to school with, and who I never speak to, but I now fertilise her crops for her," she says.

To the uninitiated, this behaviour might seem bizarre, but hardened FarmVillers say all of this helps you win extra points and prizes. It is this sense of reward which keeps people playing, says psychologist Dr Mark Griffiths. He describes FarmVille as "virtual Lego", where building something from scratch and seeing it grow gives players a sense of accomplishment and a "psychological high".

Educational tool
Dr Griffiths specialises in researching technological addictions and says what underlies any addiction is the reliance on constant rewards. But saying you are "addicted" to FarmVille is a bit like saying you're addicted to chocolate, he argues.

"What people really mean is that there is a 'moreishness' quality about it. There's nothing wrong with spending hours on it, as long it's not affecting your personal relationships and work."

Others say it is not just a blight, but a downright distraction. It was recently reported that a councillor in Bulgaria was sacked after he was discovered milking a virtual cow on his laptop during a committee meeting. There are those who see FarmVille as a blight on their daily Facebook feed, when every time they log in they discover that Georgia has traded 50 gold pieces, or that Andrew has harvested his chicken coop.

There are many others who agree with the superiors in Plovdiv and the game has its fair share of detractors. There are several Anti-FarmVille groups online, one called Not Playing FarmVille has more than two million members.

"If you are doing this you have... I repeat if you are doing this you have too much time on your hands", writes one member. Another says, "everyone's worried about the swine flu, but I think we need to be worried about this FarmVille epidemic".

Bill Mooney, VP and general manager of Zynga, the company behind FarmVille brushes off these kind of negative comments. "If FarmVille is affecting people in a positive way, then we're all for it," he says.

Tenuous
"The best thing is, FarmVille is played in 5-10 minutes sessions, so you really don't have to get too preoccupied or diverted for a long time. It's more like a coffee break or break from studying."

Does it provide a "real sense of farming"?
Mooney says the game has had other positive benefits, like generating an interest in real farming. Before the game was developed the company did a lot of research into the area, so they could make the game accurate and give people a "real sense of farming".

In the US the appeal of FarmVille is being seen as one possible way of attracting younger people into farming. But at the Scottish Agricultural College in Aberdeen, Alison Campbell who lectures in farming says the parallels between real and online world are limited.

"A lot of the students we have here come from farm backgrounds. It is quite tenuous to what they know to be real life [on a farm]." On a virtual farm, it's all about instant gratification - you don't have to wait six months for your aubergines to grow. But then again, you can't eat them either.

Top five FarmVille countries
1. United States
2. Turkey
3. The Philippines
4. The United Kingdom
5. Italy
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Now I do wonder whether why Philippines, a third world country, would be in the top five? Then personally, it does provide me a bigger garden, than my real little patch, in cyber space. Real opportunity cost is time spent on practising Hebrew! LOL! ^-^

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surviving politics in the office

It is not as if there is nothing to write... but there are somethings we can't write about.

However, I was cleaning up my inbox, and came across this mail. It is written by a good friend. Though past retirement age, she is still working to 'pass her time' and the salary - extra pocket monies. This way we can afford the occasional indulgences without having to worry about digging into the retirement fund.

It is also a reflection and reaction on how we have had learnt the 'tricks of the trade'. We have been through a life time of grind in the work place - with politics galore.

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Title: My job is not without humour!

Incident or rather conflicting instructions by the various directors/bosses of a family owned company, over a small matter:

no. 4 son say "give the keys to JJ"
no. 3 son say "give the keys to AA"
chairman mommy say "move the books to uthant"
no. 1 son say "move the books to office"
no. 3 son say "move the books to penthouse"

So what do i do (as an employee)?
ALL OF THE ABOVE.
How else can i justify my salary?

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Yes, the secret of life if not survival is very often -
- to be able to look at the positive
- if not giggle at the idiosyncracies of the situation.

It is also the typical reality of how one human being wants to assert their power over another, and be the 'head dog' in any community.

So I raise my glass, toast and wish the young ones - good luck!

May the force if not the LORD be with you!

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Friday, March 19, 2010

sunglassess collection....

I did have second thoughts about the latest range of sunglassess collection. Yes, it is controversial. But it does not mean that if one condones such fashions, one is any less holy.

Recently, a farmville neighbour announces he has Aids. I believe he may be testing us. Would we still associate with him; although it is only through the net. Then we are sponsoring a family of three, with age ranging from 12 to 17. Their Dad has died of Aids; and their mum is a Aids patient. They were rejected by their relatives and the whole village. Though they are staying at a home, on weekends, we welcome them. Hei, are we not worried about the possiblity of catch it.

So it is with a bit of an upstart rebellious attitude, that I have posted the picture below. Does it mean that I am now dabbling in a bit of biblical studies, I am not allowed to look at it or admire it? If so, all the Christian countries should not be housing great works of art by some renowned Renaissance painters, who reflects great admiration of the human anatomy.

The only regret I would probably have, with these collections, is that I would not have the opportunity and/nor the shape to wear it.



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unheard voices.....

Every now and then we get a good writer who expresses the situation. However, they are generally not given much publicity in the main stream media. So we need to help.


MALAY RIGHTS
By Shaik Rizal Sulaiman
Shaik Rizal Sulaiman
Posted by Malaysian Unplug

The Malays are 'technically' in power governing the country but it is also this same controlling group that demands the right to correct economic imbalances and disparities for its own race.

What does this say about the 'majority governing' Malay race for the last 50 years? I dare say that most Malaysians (regardless of race) below the age of 40 would like to see all opportunities be spread amongst those who deserve it on meritocracy.

We do not need the keris anymore to tell others to be careful of what they say and do because in the survival of the fittest, the keris is of very little relevance!

If we continue to hide under the 'bumiputera' tempurung as most Malays have been in the last 50 years or more, the catch-up game will just get harder and the gap wider.

If we continue to expect without earning it, we will never learn how to be a race that succeeds on merit. There is NO substitute for merit. The Malay politicians continue to shout about Malay rights and bumiputera rights because the very nature of our local politics is sadly racially biased.

In this day and age, a great nation is built upon joint success stories, meritocracy and the combined hard work of its people WITHOUT any fear or favour of racial biased politics governing our daily policies. Sadly, the Malay politicians have ended up completely corrupt, racialists, twisted religious fanatics.

I am below 40 and as much as I love the 'idea' that Malaysia is tanah tumpahnya darah orang Melayu, I can't help but also feel that this country is for ALL Malaysians alike including the Chongs, the Kumars, the Xaviers, the Singhs & Kaurs etc who were born on the same day in the same hospital as me here in Malaysia.

If we feel that WE (the Malays) deserve this country more than THEM , then WE (the Malays) should have shown them a long time ago that we deserve the 'control all' status.

We have to earn it. The policies FAILED because the very concept of Malay rights or the NEP/DEB is like a double-edged sword. On one hand, it aims to eradicate wealth disparity but on the other, it has made the Malays oblivious of what reality is. Our (Malays) success is only reflected in the 'perceived' political power which today can collapse in a matter of minutes. I would also like to see my children succeed in their country, Malaysia, for reasons that true success should be based upon, which are merit and hard work and NOT because they are Malays or bumiputeras.
For as long as the Malays don't see this, there is very little point in fighting for Malay rights..

It just makes us look more ridiculous. We have taken this notion of being privileged a bit too literally in that it now simply means we want this country and its fruits all for ourselves without accepting the responsibilities that come with it. I blame the MALAY politicians for this because we want to only fight the cause without strategising for the true substance and need of the cause. We have been given fish all the while without being taught how to fish.

It's funny how two different generations can be so diverse in their thinking and the recent elections proved just that... We are no longer concerned with racial problems but more so the never-ending Malay agenda issues. The rakyat has spoken and the landscape has drastically changed. Is this change welcomed? Is it good?

The answer is 'NO'. Because we,the Malays, have been caught with our pants down - we are not ready to compete on any level playing field (we can't even compete on advantageous grounds!). Even with three or five more continuing policies for Malay rights or bumiputera privileges over the next 50 years, we will still be in exactly the same position as we are in today.

The truth hurts and the truth will always prevail. And the truth of what's to come will NOT go away. I am cynical perhaps because I feel that Malay rights is NOT relevant anymore.
The right to be safe, to be treated fairly, to have a world-class healthcare and education, to enjoy equal prosperity, to have good governance, to live in a clean environment and to be war-free is what I want for my Malaysia. NOT for MY race to be artificially powerful.

If we want the Malays to fail, then by all means continue the fight for Malay rights. Go and polish your keris..

Shaik Rizal Sulaiman
Posted by Malaysian
Unplug @ Link to This Post

ps
In recent months we have seen the Syariah Courts allowing quite a few Malays to exercise their rights to a third or fourth wife. Fair, the guy may be able to provide for the financial & conjugal needs of his wives. However, question here is when he has a dozen kids, will he be able to provide a decent education and life to his kids or will he demand for his 'Rights' for subsidy and aid and be a burden to the govt and society.
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Sunday, March 14, 2010

baby bulbuls

Rachel and Wesley - this is for you!

My pigeon orchid now has a nest of bulbul's. Yellow vented bulbuls are quite common in Malaysia. I knew the mummy bulbul was nesting, but did not dare to check on nest or how many eggs there were, in case the parents abandon the nest.

Now just about two weeks later, I climbed up the ladder and took these photos. I thought the parents have left the nest for a while. However, they were quite near. For the first time, I felt the agressiveness of a nursing mother! She actually swopped at me, from behind my head; so close I could feel the wind, if not the tip of her wings! It was so sudden, I had to steady myself on the ladder. By the time I realised what it is all about, she displayed threatening behaviours, stared me in the eyes for a minute or at least enough for me to snap a few shots!

So now I have a family of bulbuls (till the baby bulbuls leave the nest) and tree-shrews; not to mention the resident toads that sings on rainy days! Goes to show how 'uninhabited' and safe, my garden is and has been, for the pair of bulbuls to feel comfortable enough to nest! I have to say I am quite delighted!
This, however, is no big deal compared to the 10 foot python which came visiting to a friend's house. Speaks well of how the 'wild' life has managed to find a life right in the middle of KL, Bangsar!







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Friday, March 12, 2010

fraility of life.....

Today is a day of many happenings!

First I receive a mail from a friend, who seldom writes; cause she is busy with families etc. Glad to hear she is back to her quilting! You know, quilting can be a source of income! Just that I don't have the patience. She also reminded me that my last mail was on the 23rd of Feb. Well, some one's noticed!

One of the reasons why I have not written is because of work! This is a period of 'I need to be a typical secular, heartless bitch'. Yes, I wrote this statement to a friend; when she complained that I did not pick up her call. March and April are months of negotiations and it is really not pleasant! Coincidentally I was sort of asked officially whether I would like to preach! of course I said no! How could I, especially at this period! Writing an essay or report is possible. But it would be hypocritical to stand on a pulpit and give a sermon; with my frame of mind!

Then, my boss is around! We are talking about restructuring of sorts etc. Yes, I am given a rather good choice. But too many choices offers too many temptations and one gets spoilt with choices too! My boss of many years reminds me that we need to have enough monies for the future; hence to continue working! But does it matter?

It really does not matter. At the closing of the day, I was told of a friend who was called back to God! She is of the same year as me; found out she had cancer just about six months ago. So frail is life.

So the moral of the story?
To day, I have to choose between ensuring a secure income, at least for a few more years. OR why bother; We don't know when we are called! No I am not being fatalistic.

Crux of the issue is, and someone rightly commented, I am scared to commit my life /future to HIM.

So much easier to just use the excuse of 'I've got work'.

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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

.. a tempayan shower..

Over the weekend, the weather has been really hot.

Even the 'tangi' or tap water was so heated up. So my brother was commiserating over how we need cold showers. The best way to get 'cold' water was well water, or water stored in tempayans. Tempayans are earthen jars. So Loong delivered one to my house.

And yesterday was a historic day. I had a back to basic shower and cold one too!
Remember the old day when we do not have piped water? We have to pour a bucket full of water over our head. The water would be so cold and a shock to our system that it is generally followed by a 'scream' and some jumping on the spot? This would be followed by two or three buckets before we apply the soap? Yes, it was great feeling.

We also have lost the physical exercise which comes along with it. We are so spoilt nowadays! No wonder there are so many cancer cases nowadays!
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my islamic sisters

Amidst all the recent religious ho-ha's, we have yet another publicity stun by a Muslim Male. One wonders whether he knows that he is speaking against his own race, ie the female Malay population. Or is it part of the overzealous Islamic male who wishes to put his fellow Islamic females down.

Though no one speaks of it, it is a known fact that our Islamic female Malays are proving to earn their keeps in the academic field. Here I would like to quote a friend. He was attending a seminar. Of the 10 PHD's present, 8 are females. This is also literally represented by the amount of government 'jobs' being handled by them; if we now venture into any government offices.

However, all is not in vain. Though I have never been at all impressed with the MCA or Gerakan Party, I have to give credit to them for 'helping' if not standing up for their Islamic Sisters. Looks like the 'women' of Malaysia is very aware of what is happening; though they may have left the 'political' situations to the men!

Below is article copied from StarOnline.

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Published: Tuesday February 23, 2010 MYT 8:56:00 PM
Women’s leaders slam Cuepacs chief’s sexist remark
By IZATUN SHARI

PETALING JAYA: Wanita MCA and Wanita Gerakan are appalled by the gender-biased statement by Cuepacs secretary-general Ahmad Shah Mohd Zin, who complained about the upward trend of female employees in the civil service, as well as his alleged complete misreading of government policy on the issue.

Wanita MCA chairman Datin Paduka Chew Mei Fun said Ahmad Shah’s condescending and chauvinistic statement demonstrated sheer disregard and disrespect for women and their contribution to nation-building.

She said it also reflected an utter lack of understanding of the actual state of female representation in decision-making positions and the implications of gender dynamics.

“It is shocking for a leader of an organisation which represents civil servants to express such a blatant gender-biased position,” she said in a statement Tuesday.

Chew was responding to reports about remarks by Ahmad Shah expressing concern over the increasing female profile in the civil service, saying it would have long-term implications on the progress and growth of the nation.

He was also quoted as saying that women civil servants tended to be inflexible and rigid, and thus were unable to provide effective and friendly service, besides their need to go on long leave after giving birth.

Chew said Ahmad Shah’s inaccurate statement showed sheer disrespect for the Government’s intention of increasing women’s participation in decision-making in Government institutions and public administration bodies.

“The Government’s efforts in achieving at least 30% of women in decision-making (positions) would be futile if such gender-biased mindsets continue to permeate society,” she said.

Chew said that Ahmad Shah did not fully comprehend the national policy.

The Cuepacs secretary-general had said that almost three quarters of new posts in the administrative and diplomatic service were being filled by women, claiming that this was “contrary to the present government policy to reserve only 30% of decision-making posts for women.”

The actual government policy is to have women in at least 30% of decision-making posts.

Chew said Ahmad Shah’s inaccurate statement was tantamount to “sheer disrespect towards the Government ... and its international pledge to the 1995 Beijing Platform for Action to ensure women’s equal access to and full participation in decision-making in government bodies and public administration entities.”

She noted that according to Gender Gap Index 2009, Malaysia’s overall rank had dropped to 101 last year from 96 in 2008.

Echoing Chew’s sentiment, Wanita Gerakan deputy chief Ng Siew Lai said it was wrong for Ahmad Shah to question or worry about too many females in the civil service.

“We should not worry too much about the current dominance of female employees in the civil service. This is the nature of progress of society. However, we must also take measures to encourage males to become civil servants,” Ng said.
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Yes! we may just see the silent majority that will emerge one day!
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Saturday, February 20, 2010

CNY 2010 ... gimmel, resh and yod...

Oh! talking about surfing facebook and virtual farming! Not all is bad or a total waste of time you know. Though I have not been spending any time 'studying', I did have had some 'lessons'.

I actually found Greek and Hebrew 'neighbours'. So I tried to 'read'.

As far as Greek is concerned, I am totally lost and Greek is still totally Greek to me! For one, we learnt and use small alphabets mostly in elementary Biblical Greek. So sight-reading or recognization of the Greek alphabets takes time. Saving grace is I could recognise a greek word, without knowing it. However, curiosity is enough for me to find out why modern Greek, at least the computerised Greek are all in Capitals.

On the other hand, though it is very early days in our Hebrew lectures, I could recognise the Hebrew alphabets almost immediately. I mean, lo and behold, I could read the alphabets of a lady's first name - gimmel, resh, yod, transliterated as gry. But my delight is short lived. I have to confess that it is as far as I could go. We have just about learnt the vowels. Hence, I did enlarge the font size to ensure that I have not missed any dots and/or dashes ie the vowels. Yes, vowels are represented by dots and dashes. But there aren't any! Oh well, I would just have to be patient and persist.

See! virtual farms and computer games are educational! Don't pooh pooh things away, too easily.
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... CNY 2010 - technology

Time has flown. I was looking forward to two more days before we have to go back to reality and real life. Yes, it is that somber. Modern technology ie the computer with its emails have been flying back and forth. Looming ahead is some not so nice negotiations. It will be sorted out, eventually; games we have to play every year and just part of working life.

But I did have a great time for the last few days. Not terribly restful and found out a couple of things! So what happened? Did the normal duty of visiting the elders and relatives, picked up a few Ang Pows on the way. Yup, still unashamedly doing it.

Then I have a confession. I did not do any work ... oops!... I mean study! The rest of the time was spent on Facebook, farming away. But it is not all bad.

Had a more comprehensive insight on the type of people who play virtual farming. Classifying them into couple of groups of 'farmers' are:-

a. Honest farmers:- there are a group of folks who are obviously elderly; taught how to play by their children - to keep them occupied; and be in touch with the 'outside' world and their own children. They are honest folks, as they laboured away on their farm. These generally have less than a hundred 'friends'. But it soon grows as they learn more.

b. Street-wise farmers:- then there is a group, who are obviously 'young', as in not defined by age. These group are obviously IT literate, and have found ways to 'beat the system' or street-wise. In addition to the cursory farming, they spent as much time visiting their neighbours. This enables them to collect if not snatch points ie bonuses and gifts without having to labour much. They also collect 'friends' or neighbours like one would collect dust, and have from a thousand to four thousand neighbours.
Actually a more appropriate description of these group is 'pirates of the sky' or 'vultures of the web'. Many of the honest farmers are amazed as to why one's 'gifts' are snatched away within 5 seconds. One lady actually wrote and scolded them, on her wall. There are ways, of course, to stop such encroachment. Until the Honest farmers learnt of it, they are being exploited. Very much like real life. Meanwhile 'ignorance' is bliss'.

I believe that Farmville is making millions for Facebook or Zyxna. I am sure there is a 'counter' which collects the number of hits, every time one visits a neighour. Such hits would be sold to advertisers; not that many people actually have time to read the advertisements on the side.

Meanwhile, for the last few days, I have made use of and took advantage of such knowledge. Why farm so labouriously?
- Make use of what we know
- and/or take advantage of the position we are in,
- or be ignorant and be exploited.
All very much part of life, whether in an ordinary game of virtual farming, secular life or religious institution.

Not for me to judge. We just have to answer before HIM, when at the appropriate time!
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

of not so young birds and the bees...

It is immaterial whatever may be in-stowed for and ahead of us, we do need to take time-off. Hence we dressed up to the theme of 'bling-blings' and let our hair down. We have had a great time at a 'bee..ow..tehful' coming of age party!

The most memorable part, other than this really tasty cheese and lemon cake, were the songs played during the dancing session!

the young and not so young birds and bees gyrating

to HonkyTong woman, Black magic woman and Red Red Wine, the Hustle, the twists etc... remember??? if you don't you are definitely a very young bee!
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CNY 2010 .... roar of the tiger...

We have started the Lunar New Year, with the roar of the golden tiger!

To me the roar, is represented by the heat that we are experiencing for the last three days! Though I have not been able to find any documented proof of the temperature, I seriously believe this must be the hottest ever! One could actually feel the sun scorching down on us, burning our skin. Then it would invariably be followed by a huge thunderstorm and rain.

Doubt it will get any better, with the Equinox approaching in the month of March. In case you don't remember, the Equinox is when the sun passes directly over the Equator; and we have equatorial climate. This is also a stark contrast with the news of severe winter storms that are belting down on the folks up North.

Coming back to the year of the tiger! There are a couple of hear-says. The first hearsay states that it is not a good year to get married. Why? Simply because the word tiger pronounced in some Chinese dialect means 'hardship' or 'foou'. Certainly, the one good thing we could look forward to is - there will not be so many wedding dinners to attend; hence unexpected out of pocket expenses. The last few months if not year has been incredible with the number of weddings we have all attended.

Then again if the experts are correct, the 'double dip' in the world economy may just happen and we will all have a very 'foou' of a time.

Neither should one have children, from the second hearsay. Children born in the year of the tiger may have the fierce nature of the tiger! I would have thought we definitely need to be or have the aggressive nature of the tiger, in order to achieve our goal, in view of the self-prophetic 'hardship/foou' period, isn't it? Wouldn't it not be is a necessity if not postive trait!

A center-piece of mandarin oranges and the golden tiger

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leaving the nest....

I started this with the title of 'letting go' but decided that 'leaving the nest' would be more appropriate.

We hear versions of this phrase - 'letting go' in most religion. In Buddhism it is 'not to be attached' to our material world, but to sought emptiness / nirvana. In Christianity, we are to live in this world, yet not attaching to it; and is assured of an eternal life.

But 'letting go' is humanely a difficult task.
What ever religion we believe in, all parents have to go through a more real and at hand situation of 'letting go'. This is especially so when it comes to what the chinese implies as 'of our bones and flesh'.

Today our family has just sent our eldest of the Y generation, Alex, to Australia for his further education. Though it is a positive situation and inevitable, and we can all rationalize about it, it is not easy.

Yup, for years, we have watched stood aside, watching Alex fall off the bicycle, hurt his knee and console his pain; literally and figuratively. It was just part of growing up. This time it was letting him go to take his first 'big' step into life - his own life. So though none of us shed a tear, 'letting go' is painful. Painful, as we know that the trials and tribulations ahead are many! We can only pray that we have set a solid enough foundation for him!

There is a positive view though! He is finally free! Away from the naggings of the grandma, mum and aunt! Free to make his fortune and carve his own life. For the moment his blessings are many! For he knows that the Lord is with him!

Three generations together!


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Saturday, February 13, 2010

another day in paradise...

Well, there was a plan to do many things. But as usual, things get hijacked, and so did totally different things ....

Went for a funeral service in the morning. Don't know the person, but have to accompany and drive my mum! Obviously, we do such things for the living! Still I got to meet some cousins! Also met with a deacon I have not seen for 10years! Boy, have we not all aged!

Sat through a sermon of which I could hardly make out. I have nothing to complain about the content of the sermon as one could hardly hear what was being said. Think we should send all our 'young' pastors to public speaking courses! Correction! It should be 'Enunciate Courses'! Incidentally, I feel sorry for this man! Soon, if he does not improve himself, he will be massacred by his congregation! Fortunately though, most of the critical ones have left!

Then in the afternoon, took delivery of my lenovo ideapad! Actually expected delivery probably next month! Hope it will last me for the next four years! Played with it of course! Pretty good for $$$ - sleek and small enough to even stick it into my hand bag!

Oh, one more thing. Have to say the Microsoft Windows 7 is really good! Apparently it does not crash like the Vista! Loads of new features that I have to learn. How could one ever think that we are too old to learn.

Last but not least, when I started writing this, the tune of 'Another day in Paradise', by Phil Collins, keeps coming up! Have to confess, I was happy and flabbergasted in not doing what was planned! Think I know now the significance of the tune!

Chorus (of Another Day in Paradise):
Oh
think twice
think about it
it is just another day for you and me in paradise...

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

nothing to say....

I actually have nothing to say about all the things that are happening...

I have nothing to say about:-

- the political situation: It is so predictable. People in power trying to stay in power... the rest of us just get on with living.
- corruption: why blame the politicians? We have colleagues doing that!
- my h....w: have to really start studying. Found out that I have the lowest grade for Greek 2; and we are talking about a very respectable B-! Guess I am really among the 'stars' and not necessarily one of them!
- changing people: how to change people if we cannot change ourselves.
- standing up for what one believes or paid to do: I have felt so much hate from one and so much sorrow from another! Was told it is a blessing. I do not agree! I still believe what the Taoist said - 30% of our life is 'predestined' and the rest of the 70% is of our choice. So don't blame God or gods!
- work: it goes on. January was good. February is closed literally by tomorrow. CNY is the day after.
- leading or mentoring: charisma is not always good as much is expected of and very draining to one.

Am I getting more cynical? No! Just stunned, stumped and stupified! Probably just getting a bit tired at the games people choose to play. I guess I have been 'over-exposed' recently. All these festivities aren't very good! I need to go back for some hibernation. I am feeling stiffled again!

Reminds me of my ex-boss's advice!
"You are a race-horse. You sprint to and win at the finishing line. Be careful! remember to take a break."

I do look forward to the CNY break. Need to energize. But alas! it will be too short. There will be no more long break for the next six months. By which time, the end of 2010 will be within sight! Loads can happen. Some of us will make or break! Not a prophecy - just observing history repeating itself. Perhaps I should expand on the latter for my Church History reflection paper!

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Hanoi trip 13.... antiquitiy and others..

Beneath the openess in the name of tourism monies we were reminded of where we are...

This is the Russian Jeep that took us back from La Ca to Sapa and civilisation.

a government school...

flag right in the middle of the buffet table of the luxury junk at Halong Bay


Not a fair comparison as situation is different; But sure reminds me of the recent sms scare where we are to take out all symbols of our faith. We should not be subtle of who and what we are. Not an easy choice - survivor or martyr.
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hanoi trip 12.... motorbike taxi

I don't have photographs! But I could never forget the motorbike-taxi ride I have had.

Imagine this.
The terrain:- Road looks more like a dried out river bed full of rocks and pebbles.

Gradient of roads:- Mostly 45% gradient; up and or down.

The load or passengers:- other than the driver and I, there is our overnight backpack for three and two bags of provision.

The set-up:- our backpack was placed in front of and on top of the handlebars, between the drivers hand! Provisions was neatly packed in a box and securely tied to the back of the motorbike. I am wedged between the box and the driver!

My Ride:- As we traversed up and down the hill, I had my eye closed, praying for travel mercy. Talking to the villagers as we passed them, the driver was going slowly. He did the latter probably because I was pulling down on to his jacket for dear life. In retrospect, I could have strangled him and have transferred my fear.

Anyway the second part was most hilarous, now that I could talk about it! After we dropped off the first bag of provision, the driver threw away the box. Then he put the provision on top of the backpack. Only problem with this is - it was not secured. So after the first bend, I saw him, took his left hand off the handle-bars as the provision started to slide off. So for the rest of the journey, I transferred my hands from hanging on to the driver's jacket to holding on to the provision.

Through the rest of bends and winds of the mountainous 'streets of La Ca, Sapa' I was hanging on to a pear on my right hand, and a cabbage (not Savoy cabbage, mind you) on my left hand, with the drivers body wedged tightly between my arms.

Yes, it was a memorable journey, my motorbike-taxi ride! Heroic even, especially when I found out that it was our lunch that I have safe-guarded!

Would I do the whole Hanoi trip all over again? No question about it - a hearty Yes!

Why?

We need to get out of our boundaries of comfort and be reminded we are alive!

Foolhardy? No!

We are being tested every day. Though it may not be a physical danger in our comfort zone, we sometimes die upon our spiritual life, going through the motion of worship, without really seeking HIM!

Deep?

Yes - very deep!

To what depth do we know HIM?

I am far from knowing HIM, and still with great shallowness!
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Saturday, January 30, 2010

my garden... yellow flowers etc...

My first bloom of the yellow hibicus; a bit out of shape though!

Got this from a friend in Johore. Imagine a bush full of this bloom; except I do not have the space for it.

A local orchid which was fashionable once, before the new hybrids were available.

another of local orchid collection..

Hanoi 11... streets of Hanoi..

Like all developing countries, motorbikes are the most common mode of transport. There are just so many of them. Have decided to make it a point to learn and get a licence for motorbikes. Rationale - motorbikes seem to be the fastest and most appropriate for city and rough terrain.

Another pointer we learnt from our guide, if we need to cross the road, we just walk into the road, slowly; and the bikers will know how to avoid the pedestrian. Good advice. Except he forgot to tell us not to wear long sleeves, where it could be hooked by the handle bar, like me. Yes, when that happened, I dived into the bike, before I fall and dragged on the road. Landed on the driver, did a 360 roll and stood up on my feet with only a small scratch on my wrist. Praise the Lord!

After the incident, every one, including the biker, and her child just went on their way merrily; without a word to me. I actually expected to be beaten or thrown into the Vietnamese jail. Guess accidents are common and life is also pretty cheap in the third world country too!

vendor soliciting business, expecting the bikers to stop.

view of motorcycles coming at us, whilst we were on a trishaw..phew!

motorcycle 'traffic jam'

view from a french restuarant... yup we did know when to take a break. Only problem we forgot to take a picture of the number of 'pho' or beef noodles we have had..

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