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Of What Makes Me Smile #6

2012-01-29T22:50:00.003+08:00

Last week, my step-sis called to tell me that there was going to be a surprise 80th birthday party for my step-dad (her father). I wasn't sure if I would attend as I already had something planned. Anyway, as is my habit, I didn't say NO straightaway.

Thinking more about it, I decided that this was going to be a "MUST" attend because I love my step-dad, Peter Chang very much. He came into our lives when all of us were already grown up and he took his time to win us over. Dad, as I have called him since so long ago, has always been my confidant. I can ask him and tell him anything. He would always have the right advice and suggestions for everything. I have spent hundreds of weekends walking, shopping, talking and eating with him. He would faithfully wait while I browsed through clothes, shoes, bags, books or whatever. We would go check out exhibitions and events together. Once or twice, he was my date for an official function.

The funniest story I have of us is the time when we were having lunch in a restaurant. Someone I knew from my school days was also there with his wife and family. He looked at me, I looked at him and suddenly we recognised each other. He walked over to our table and I introduced him to my Dad. He looked at Peter, who is of Chinese descent, then at me and chuckled, "Oh boy, he sure has changed!". I burst out laughing. Often, I forget that Dad is my step-dad when I make introductions. He is so much of a father to me.

Dad before cutting his cake!

For this reason, I am glad that I didn't give in to the temptation of being my usual anti-social self. Duty is a very personal thing and I did feel duty-bound to be part of his birthday celebration.

He will turn 80 on 13 February 2012. I understand that he will be the first of his siblings to reach this age. It is truly and honour to have him in our family. I am so grateful that he is a part of my life.

After the party, he told me that the surprise celebration was the most memorable night in his entire life.

Credit goes to his three wonderful children, Susan, Ann and Gerarde for getting almost all of the family together and organising such a lovely dinner. Here is a picture of everyone taken after last night's dinner, all looking radiant and happy. The "Birthday Boy and Guest of Honour" in that moment, with a look of complete and utter satisfaction.

The beautiful family members

Project 366 - Week 3 (Jan 22 - Jan 28)

2012-01-28T23:45:00.007+08:00

January 22 - I've looked at clouds that way...

January 23 - Favourite pastime.

January 24 - Synonymous with Chinese New Year.

January 25 - My pals keep me company.

January 26 - View from my kitchen balcony.

January 27 - Cupcakes made by a Cupcake.

January 28 - Yee Sang :)

GONG XI FA CAI 2012

2012-01-23T00:12:00.002+08:00

Looking forward to an ending and a new beginning.

Out with the old and in with the new!!!

Live! Love! Laugh!

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

Project 366 - Week 3 (Jan 15 - Jan 21)

2012-01-21T23:00:00.002+08:00

January 15 - Finger-lickin' good

January 16 - My latest wallpaper.

January 17 - My colourful dinner

January 18 - Fortune Cookies saying "You are in for an amazing year".

January 19 - Yearly ritual

January 20 - Spoilt for choice.

January 21 - Honey Mandarin Oranges. ♥

Project 366 - Week 2 (Jan 8 - Jan 14)

2012-01-14T23:55:00.006+08:00

January 8 - Chinese New year is in the air.

January 9 - Glass of red reflection, anyone?

January 10 - I've had this since 1992. Just found it today

January 11 - Freshly cut grass, I love the smell.

January 12 - Yes, home is where it begins and ends.

January 13 - First Coach

January 14 - View from front gate (Singapore)

Project 366 - Week 1 (Jan 1 - Jan 7)

2012-01-07T22:30:00.000+08:00

January 1 - First day of the year with my Baby!

January 2 - Christmas gifts from the kids.

January 3 - Driving home after first day of work.

January 4 - Finally, I have a New Year resolution.

January 5 - What a nice word verification, just for me.

January 6 - View from my office window.

January 7 - Bangles of love

Of seeing personalities

2012-01-03T22:55:00.000+08:00

You can see a person's personality from the way he or she behaves in real life as well as in the virtual world.

In the first three days of 2012, with all the news and views going around, you can tell so much from the way people react.

Those they adore, they now abhor.

Those they would defend, they now easily condemn.

In my world, a friend is a friend is a friend. I won't understand everything about my friend and I don't need to analyse and dissect every word, deed or action.

Just as I would want them to accept all I do without judgement, the same I must do for them.

However, it is nice, though, to know who will stand up for a friend.

Newer New Year Wishes (found online)

2012-01-02T15:21:00.000+08:00

New Year's Wishes

May you get a clean bill of health from your dentist, your cardiologist, your gastro-enterologist, your urologist, your proctologist, your podiatrist, your psychiatrist, your plumber and the I.R.S.

May your hair, your teeth, your face-lift, your abs and your stocks not fall; and may your blood pressure, your triglycerides, your cholesterol, your white blood count and your mortgage interest not rise.

May New Year's Eve find you seated around the table, together with your beloved family and cherished friends. May you find the food better, the environment quieter, the cost much cheaper, and the pleasure more fulfilling than anything else you might ordinarily do that night.

May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them. May someone love you enough to forgive your faults, be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about your virtues.

May the telemarketers wait to make their sales calls until you finish dinner, may the commercials on TV not be louder than the program you have been watching, and may your check book and your budget balance - and include generous amounts for charity.

May you remember to say "I love you" at least once a day to your spouse, your child, your parent, your siblings; but not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your hairdresser or your tennis instructor.

And may we live in a world at peace and with the awareness of God's love in every sunset, every flower's unfolding petals, every baby's smile, every lover's kiss, and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of our heart.

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012

2012-01-01T00:01:00.000+08:00

2011 will soon be over. I am so thankful for many reasons. The first is for my wonderful immediate family, followed closely behind by the extended family and then the super, duper friends who have become like family.

I am thankful to all of them who made me smile and laugh and showed their love constantly.

God bless you all for the happy moments!

Here's a wish I received and would like to share.

May you always have

Walls for the winds,

A roof for the rain,

Tea beside the fire,

Laughter to cheer you,

Those you love near you,

And all your heart might desire!

May you be in

Heaven a half hour before the

Devil knows you're dead!

May your blessings outnumber

The shamrocks that grow,

And may trouble avoid you

Wherever you go.

There are many good reasons for drinking,

One has just entered my head.

If a man doesn't drink when he's living,

How in the hell can he drink when he's dead?

May those who love us, love us

And those who don't love us,

May God turn their hearts

And if he can't turn their hearts,

May he turn their ankles

So we will know them by their limping!

Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter

Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.

Poems and songs with pipes and drums

A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.

That's the Irish for you!

May your neighbours respect you,

Troubles neglect you,

The angels protect you,

And Heaven accept you.

(Thank you, Tony E)

(pics from photobucket)

Belated Christmas Wishes 2011

2011-12-27T23:11:00.001+08:00

I've been so busy this Christmas season with the kids that I've neglected to put up a Christmas greeting.

Anyway, better late than never.

Stephen and I have been acting as tourist guides. The kids add to our joy and excitement at this wonderful time of the year.

Together, we can have our cake and eat it but the children are the icing (sweet and delicious)

(pics from the www)

#5 Of What Makes me Smile

2011-12-10T17:30:00.002+08:00

I was at Starbucks, KLCC grabbing a bite and enjoying my Caramel Macchiato. While texting and halfway through my drink, the waitress asked me if some other people could join me because I was alone. Of course, I agreed.

The table was a small one with only three chairs. When I turned around to see who would share my table, it was a married couple with a little girl.

In Singapore, it's pretty common to share tables but in Malaysia, it is not a common practice.

Anyway, the little girl took a seat and her daddy told her she had to sit on his lap. She obediently agreed although I could see that she wanted to have her own chair.

I quickly 'yam seng-ed" my drink and moved off. The mommy apologised that I had to rush but I told her I was going off and not to worry.

As I moved off and hovered just by the side of the outlet, texting some friends, she came over to me with the little gift (picture above).

I was so taken by surprise. Well, blow me over!!!! A random act of kindness and I was the recipient!!!

I asked her if I could give her a hug and she accepted.

This really made me smile. Now when I am home and I see it again, I am smiling again.

Selamat Menyambut Awal Muharram

2011-11-27T02:00:00.003+08:00

Words by Paulo Coelho and I share his sentiments.

26/11/2011 or 1/1/1433 in Hijrah:

Happy New Year my Muslim friends!

"If you know yourself, then you'll not be harmed by what is said about you." (Arab proverb)

Happy Thanksgiving 2011

2011-11-24T00:01:00.000+08:00

Found this online. Made me smile.

How To Cook A Turkey:
Step 1: Go buy a turkey
Step 2: Take a drink of whiskey
Step 3: Put turkey in the oven
Step 4: Take another 2 drinks of whiskey
Step 5: Set the degree at 375 ovens
Step 6: Take 3 more whiskeys of drink
Step 7: Turk the bastey
Step 8: Whiskey another bottle of get
Step 9: Ponder the meat thermometer
Step 10: Glass yourself a pour of whiskey
Step 11: Bake the whiskey for 4 hours
Step 12: Take the oven out of the turkey
Step 13: Floor the turkey up off of the pick
Step 14: Turk the carvey
Step 15: Get yourself another scottle of botch
Step 16: Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkey
Step 17: Bless the dinner and pass out...................;)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Happy Birthday Stephen Felix Grosse!

2011-11-20T00:01:00.001+08:00

Oh yes, another year gone by. A year filled with all things bright and beautiful though tinged with some anxieties and worries but emerging victorious in so many ways.

I had missed some very special days this year because of circumstances beyond my control. However, I cannot let today which is 20.11.2011 go by without a mention on my blog.

This is my Baby Grosse!

HAPPY BLESSED BIRTHDAY!

MAY YOU ALWAYS KNOW THAT

YOU ARE LOVED SO VERY MUCH EVERYDAY.

52 years and counting!!!!

From the Baby Queen, Baby Prince and Baby Princess.

Of hate and hurting; hope and healing

2011-11-15T23:11:00.029+08:00

It always takes me by surprise when people hate because someone wants them to hate. Maybe it's just me but I won't hate or ignore someone just because somebody says I should do so. Even when I was young, I used to be firm about how I felt towards anyone. I did not allow my parents or my siblings to infiltrate my mind. I made and still make my own choices. Well, I have a brain and I can choose to decide on my own. I'm not someone's dog. It's akin to being a dog. The owner says "attack" and the dog attacks. The owner says "heel" and the dog heels.

This is why I don't understand why people choose to hate and hurt for the most trivial of reasons or simply because of gossip.

Hearts can heal and humans can hope. Isn't that easier? I guess not. It is just tougher for a person when their self-esteem depends on approval from other members of the family. Maybe it's the inability to make a stand. I get that.

I hear that it's a matter of "blood being thicker than water". That is laughable. If this is true then my husband will rank way below the thousands of relatives I have. There's a fine line for first place between my husband and my child. Parents and siblings take second place. Then relatives take third place followed by the good friends in fourth and acquaintances in fifth and so forth. Where does blood come into the picture?

In the end, I suspect that the one they hurt is really their own self. They may think that their silence is elegant or that their family camaraderie is impressive but it's probably just a facade for an inability to live and to love graciously.

With this, I'm going to put it behind me. I've done my part. I stepped outside of my comfort zone to be friends with some unfriendly people. Now I'm done.

As Oscar Wilde says, "Life is too important to be taken seriously." So no regrets, just lessons learnt.

You can call it the universe, God, co-incidence or whatever suits you but I think I just had a nice cleansing of, probable and possible, toxic people in my corner of the world.

(pics from all over Facebook)

Selamat Hari Raya Haji 2011

2011-11-06T00:01:00.001+08:00

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Of moving, moving on

2011-11-02T08:00:00.002+08:00

Okay, Eric would have been 21 this year.

Doug's been gone 20 years now this year.

I'm done with the milestones.

Sometimes, it's as simple as that.

I'm moving on.

I won't forget the love but I'm letting go of the pain.

DIWALI WISHES 2011

2011-10-26T00:01:00.004+08:00

For those celebrating the Festival of Lights!

May you find peace, love and happiness in everyone you meet!

Of where I've been

2011-10-15T23:22:00.001+08:00

It's a little annoying sometimes when people think that I am where I am today because of luck. I am not a high-ranking official in any organisation or some big shot but I am successful in my own right.

How exactly did I get to be where I am today? Let me share part of my journey.

When I left school after finishing my "O" levels, I was undecided about what to do. In my family, education was not a priority. If you wanted to go to school, you could and if you didn't, it wasn't a sin. The fact that I even completed my secondary education is an achievement, of sorts.

I didn't know, then, what I wanted to do. I gave tuition and earned some pocket money. A neighbour told me to learn shorthand and typewriting because she said the skills would help me, no matter what I chose to do. Thanks to her, I can touch type today.

This prompted me to check some colleges and I found out that the best was Goon Institution. It would mean taking a bus to PJ from KL, four days a week to attend evening classes. I was excited but tinged with some sadness that I couldn't be chauffeur-driven when I saw how packed the mini buses were.

My first class of typewriting was uneventful. I joined a class of about 50 other students. No one looked up when I walked in. Everybody seemed to know what to do. I sat down and had my first lesson. It would be the only time I would have someone watching over me. My progress depended on me and on how much I wanted to do to get ahead. It is a skill that is the most useful in today's cyberworld, I think.

For shorthand, the class was smaller. There were about 30 of us. I sat next to a girl, Assunta Menon. She was the first baby born in Assunta hospital. It was nice to be her shorthand buddy.

The teacher was running late. Suddenly an old man, in the mould of George Burns, just about five feet in height, walks in and says he was going to teach us shorthand. Oh my goodness! An old man was going to teach us!!!!!!!! My initial reaction was shock and disappointment. I couldn't believe that they would designate a dinosaur, a tiny one at that, instead of some young and dynamic teacher.

*Knock my head here*. The dinosaur turned out to be Mr Goon Koon Leong, the founder of Goon Institution.

(pic from here)

Come on, don't tell me the resemblance isn't uncanny!

After one lesson on Pitman's New Era Shorthand with the famous Mr K L Goon, I found that I loved it. There was something in the way he taught the subject. He passed on that love of shorthand and teaching to me. Often in class, I sat mesmerised at how he made such a difficult subject seem so interesting. He motivated us and unreservedly gave us all the years of knowledge and experience he had. I wasn't to know then that my class would be the last class that he would teach. It was an honour to have been his student.

As I continued with my evening classes, I began to have a dream of teaching. I didn't know what to do about it, or where I should go to or how to go about it. I hatched a plan. A simple plan and the first step towards the door of opportunity is all it took to get me going.

One evening, I went in earlier than usual and poked my head into the office of Mr K L Goon. He was alone and I knocked on his door to get his attention. He looked up and motioned for me to enter.

Our conversation went something like this

Me: Good evening, Sir.

KLG: Good evening. What can I do for you?
Me: I have some questions and hope you can give me some answers.
KLG: Sit down. What do you want to know?

Me: I just wanted to tell you that I love shorthand and I can see myself teaching it one day. Please could you let me know what I should do to start the ball rolling?

He smiled. Looked at his fingernails and without looking at me, he carried on

KLG: First, you have to pass your shorthand exams.

Me: I know. I will.

KLG: What are you doing now?

Me: I'm giving tuition on a part-time basis.

KLG: Why aren't you working full-time?

Me: I have no skills, no experience, no nothing. No one will want to employ me.

KLG: How old are you?

Me: Almost 19. I'm 18 now.

KLG: Okay, Come work here.

Me: Oh!

KLG: Yes, You can start next week.

And just like that, I got my first real job as a clerk earning RM170.00 a month. Three months later, I had a RM20.00 increment and I felt like I was on top of the world. This was in 1978 and it was enough for me to survive.

Several months after that, I was told that the son of K. L. Goon needed a clerk cum secretary. Apparently, they had decided that I would fill that position. It was going to be in another branch and he had a tough reputation: he was a taskmaster and I was really worried that I would not measure up to his standards.

In some way, I saw it as another door of opportunity and I walked into it, hesitantly but confidently. My motto was "Give your best and do your best". Goon Kok Chee or K. C. Goon turned out to be a great mentor for me. He taught me many skills and gave me a platform from which to develop all the potential he saw in me.

I had not yet any formal certificates but I was happy and contented. I had a great boss and learning so much every day with a salary that was enough for all my expenses.

One day, K L Goon visited the office where I was working and he asked me if everything was doing okay. I said I was happy that he had confidence in my abilities. He urged me to take up the London Chamber of Commerce and Industry (LCCI) Private Secretary's Certificate (PSC) examinations. I laughed and said that the classes were ongoing and there was no way I could join them. He insisted that I had to join in the next intake. He assured me that I could take the entire course without paying for anything except the exam fees. There was no way I could turn down the offer. The entire cost would be about RM1500.00 without the examination fees. On my own, I would never have been able to afford it. It was the third door of opportunity that I walked through.

In January of 1980, I enrolled for 18 months of night school while working full-time to chase after what was a much-coveted piece of paper.

In the midst of the one and a half years, K L Goon also 'forced' me to attend one of the Malaysian Institute of Management (MIM) programs called "The Effective Secretary". This was an absolute drop-from- heaven kind of gift for me. The syllabus covered aspects of secretarial work that the LCCI PSC didn't cover. Of the six of us who attended, only two passed with a distinction. I was one of them. I was the youngest in the group and I felt a strong sense of gratitude and pride. I have, in turn, paid it forward and helped others to better themselves when I had the opportunity, exactly as K L Goon and K C Goon had done for me.

My greatest achievement was passing the LCCI single subject Shorthand 100 words per minute examination in 1981 and getting the First place in Malaysia. It is, for me, the most important milestone in my life. It sealed my place in my own personal history as the highest recognition of my hard work. I received a Silver Medal from LCCI. Often when I am spring-cleaning, I chance upon this medal and it always stops me in my tracks to see how far I am come since then.

In 1981, I sat for the final examinations and while I was relatively confident of passing, I harboured a tiny fear that I would disappoint, not only myself, but also K L Goon and K C Goon who had faith in me and opened up doors that allowed me to grow professionally.

In the end, I got through in the first attempt and I am a qualified Private Secretary with a certificate from the famous and renowned London Chamber of Commerce and Industry.

To my benefactors, lecturers and supporters who helped me along that path, I thank you for a debt I cannot repay.

I hope that emulating kindness and generosity to others, will in some small way, be a tribute to them.

Good bye Steve Jobs

2011-10-06T18:00:00.014+08:00

I never heard of Steve Jobs until only recently. The first time that I did, was when someone sent me the link for his address at Stanford. It blew me away.

My first Apple product was the iPod. Stephen got it for me but I didn't really use it much so I gave it away to my son.

Then Stephen got me the iPhone4. Now that I am used to the Touch Screen, I love it.

Even before I could get used to the iPhone, Stephen got me the iPad2.

We had fun learning how to manage with it. What a wonderful tool of communication it has become in our lives!!!!

I couldn't let the day pass without writing something. This man helped people to connect so easily. He is a hero.

All I want to say now is iSad.

What is your inside?

2011-10-03T22:00:00.002+08:00

Last Friday, I was in a taxi on my way to Bangsar. As is usual, the taxi driver looked at me through the rear-view mirror and asked, "What are you, ah?"

I smiled and said, "I'm Malaysian."

There is a red light so he stopped and turned around to look at me again. He said, "I mean, what is your inside?"

I smiled again and said, "My inside is also Malaysian".

I understand what he wants to know. He thinks I don't. Exasperated by my answers, he narrows down the options for me, "Chinese? Sabahan? Eurasian?"

I responded firmly, "I was born in Malaysia and so I am Malaysian."

Before he could react, I asked him, "What is YOUR inside?"

Confidently he declared, "I'm Chinese; born in Malaysia." So I said to him, "You are Malaysian and your inside is Malaysian". He smiled and is amused. I am, too.

We had a lovely chat all the way to Bangsar. He thanked me for being so friendly and I thanked him back for sharing his thoughts.

(pics from WWW)

SABM's Bodacious Sale 2011

2011-09-30T12:30:00.001+08:00

They say, "BE THERE OR BE SQUARE".

I say, it's going to be BODALICIOUS!!

Date and Time: Saturday, October 1 · 10:00am - 5:00pm

Place: Rumah Anak Bangsa Malaysia, 66, Lorong Setiabistari 1, Bukit Damansara, 50490

Who are we?
We are ordinary Malaysians trying to do something extraordinary. We are part of the Saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia movement, which was launched in 2009 at its Rumah in Bukit Damansara. We believe that we are one people and one nation.

This is our home, we care and we want to make it better.

Why are we doing this?
Our vision is to create and sustain a program that will bring rural and urban children together to instill in them core values, relational and leadership skills, and provide them opportunities to experience our multi-faceted society in a more meaningful way. This is a long-term project which will involve rural and urban children coming together for regular holiday camps in the years ahead.

Click on link to go to the page!SABM's Bodacious Sale 2011

Malaysia Day at RABM

2011-09-16T23:59:00.001+08:00

“People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing - that's why we recommend it daily.”, said Zig Ziglar.

I now understand what he means.

When SABM had their launching two years ago today, I was all fired up and eager to go. Somehow, that didn't translate into anything. Not all the time and energy I thought I would commit materialised into what my heart and head had hoped to do.

Motivation doesn't last and Ziglar hit the nail on the head when he said that we need daily doses.

There's something special about rubbing shoulders with fellow Malaysians. It holds a kind of magic that transports the mind to a special place where dreams of a better Malaysia seem to be within one's grasp.

I am a full-blooded and able-bodied Malaysian and I haven't lost hope for Anak Bangsa Malaysia. As I sit here with their little black souvenir booklet in my hand, I feel the stirrings. I feel the struggle. I feel the pride. I feel the tears stinging my eyes.

There is hope.

Some pictures from the gathering can be seen here.

Happy Malaysia Day!

2011-09-15T22:30:00.004+08:00

In the last year, I've made more friends than I ever did since I left school. Thanks to Facebook, we interact and have groups and, often, a friend of a friend of a friend can turn out to be a good friend.

One thing I've noticed is that the Malaysians on my Facebook list seem to not notice race, colour or creed. It's what I don't take for granted at all.

No one makes an issue if there's a lame joke about a particular race or religion. People seem to be easy-going and understanding. Tolerance and kindness become the order of the day. Yes, in the comfort of my Facebook Account, I've the luxury of choosing who surround me. Be that as it may, I still get the feeling of one bangsa and one country.

United we stand and divided we fall. So on this Malaysia Day, let's carry our kindness and goodness to beyond the virtual world and into the real world.

By the way, there will be a celebration here at 7.00 pm on Friday, 16 September 2011. Jom!!

Home - Seri Sentosa (Peaceful and Tranquil)

2011-08-31T15:08:00.002+08:00

14 years ago, I moved in to Taman Seri Sentosa. It seems like a million years ago. It didn't feel like home then, and every day as I drove home from work, I wondered when I would feel like I was going home.

Eventually I got used to the area and made new friends. In retrospect, it is hard to remember the exact moment that this place became "home".

I have lived in the following areas: Tiong Nam (KL), Setapak Gardens, Masjid India (KL), Damansara Utama, Kepong and Section 14 (PJ).

In conclusion, this quote rings true that "A small house can hold as much happiness as a big one".

MERDEKA

2011-08-31T00:01:00.000+08:00

HAPPY 54 YEARS

Selamat Hari Raya 2011

2011-08-29T23:22:00.000+08:00

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You have been sprinkled with Peace, Love, & Happiness!

SELAMAT HARI RAYA EVERYONE.

A matter of face

2011-08-15T21:15:00.003+08:00

I've been slack in writing here. Sometimes I have so many things I want to say but I also have so many things that I want to do and usually that wins.

Today, I feel like ranting about something.

What do you all think about someone requesting me to be a Facebook friend and I accept.

Later when I changed my profile picture to something other than my photo, that someone got annoyed. So annoyed that he insisted I put a picture of myself showing my "face" because this is Facebook.

Even when I said that it's not a requirement of Facebook, and that all my photos are visible now that we are already friends, it was still not acceptable. In the end, I told that person to delete me.

I know that people put up all sorts of pictures/logos/pets/kids/sceneries and what not. Who cares what you want to put up? What counts is the person behind that Facebook account.

I believe this is infringing on a person's freedom of expression. If you fail this test, then you can't be my friend. I can't be your friend. We cannot be friends.

Facebook is a great filter for the small-minded people out there. I have now rid myself of one of them.

(pics from photobucket)

Beauty is in the "i" of the beholder!

2011-08-08T20:30:00.002+08:00

Lo and behold, that's me with my iPhone and iPad2. Thanks to Steven Jobs and Stephen Grosse.

Earlier, Stephen gave me an iPod. I didn't use it very much. Then I found out that if you combine your iPod with Mitone Speakers, you get a remarkable sound system.

I was already satisfied with my Blackberry but when the contract to upgrade the phone came up, Stephen decided to get me the iPhone. Two weeks later, he got me the iPad2.

I found these on the net and it seems appropriate to share it here.

The modern i-Family...
Son: iPod
Daughter: iPhone
Mom: iPad
Dad: iPAY!!!! :(

and another one

I am addicted.

I bought all the iPhone, iPad, iTouch...

now iBroke,ihomeless and iRegret.

The realities of relatives

2011-07-18T23:11:00.001+08:00

Who is a 'relative'?

a person who is connected with another or others by blood or marriage.

I've found that there are relatives and there are relatives. Or so people say when they want to imply that some relatives are nice and others are not so nice.

The reality is that relatives often think that they know best. By virtue of the fact that they are a relative, they believe that their opinions are the only ones that count. They cannot see beyond that and refuse to consider any other option as being correct except theirs. This is a reality.

The reality is that relatives often want to be the first to hear news. They need to be the first to convey information they pick up, even when it's not true. This is a reality.

The reality is that relatives often cause more damage than good even if they have the best intentions. They are unable to see the big picture and only judge from one small vantage point but shout the loudest.

Fortunately, one negative relative can be neutralised by another positive relative.

Thankfully, the reality is that the good ones far outweigh the bad ones.

(all pics from photobucket)

Bersih 2.0 Singapore

2011-07-09T21:30:00.000+08:00

You might like to have a look at some pictures.

Click on link to view

HERE

I met Daniel and Yunni there. Two young Malaysians who dropped by at the Speakers Corner to lend their support on a Saturday afternoon. Meeting them gives me hope that the next generation are generally headed in the right direction.

I left at about 3.30 pm. Before I left, I took a count of the people there and I can safely say that more than 150 people turned up.

If you were present at Hong Lim Park, please feel free to tag yourself on my album. I have put the setting to 'Friends of Friends'.

Overall, it was a nice afternoon. Pity I couldn't stay any longer.

You cannot and you should not

2011-06-30T18:45:00.002+08:00

You cannot and you should not tell me who I am.

You cannot and you should not tell me what to wear.

You cannot and you should not tell me where to go.

You cannot and you should not tell me when to speak.

You cannot and you should not tell me how to feel

BUT
you can and you should tell me why you are afraid of who I am, what I wear, where I go, how I feel, and when I speak.

You know who you are.

(pic from "positive thoughts")

Yellow

2011-06-26T01:11:00.001+08:00

WARNING

NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED!

Leave now, if you are anti-BERSIH.

*grins*

Apparently, the colour scares some people.

I didn't know that until today.

BOO!

(gif from photobucket)

What do YOU see?

2011-06-23T19:00:00.004+08:00

The pictures are not clear because it's taken from inside the bus, with my Blackberry. I meant to take more but I got so excited when I realised what was happening that I managed to get only these two.

It was 13 May 2011. I was half way to Singapore that day. We had stopped in Pagoh for the obligatory break in the journey.

When I boarded the bus to wait for the remaining passengers, I noticed another passenger, an old man, walking very slowly back to the bus. Two younger guys strolled up to him and then one of them took his hand to help him cross the road and board the bus. Simple enough. So what do you see?

At first, I saw 2 Malay men with 1 Chinese man.

I had to chide myself and correct the bad programming in my head.

Then I realise that what I saw was 2 young Malaysians helping another old Malaysian. This is how it should be always. Not only on May 13 but every day.

What did you see?

Of Ambiga Sreenevasan, Hillary Clinton, Condoleeza Rice and Others

2011-06-22T18:30:00.006+08:00

In the year 2009, a Malaysian was honoured to be one of the eight recipients for the 2009 Secretary of State's Award for International Women of Courage Awards.

Excerpt from Facebook

In the ceremony, the United States Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton commented, "... Ambiga Sreenevasan, has a remarkable record of accomplishment in Malaysia. She has pursued judicial reform and good governance, she has stood up for religious tolerance, and she has been a resolute advocate of women’s equality and their full political participation. She is someone who is not only working in her own country, but whose influence is felt beyond the borders of Malaysia. And it is a great honor to recognize her and invite her to the podium."

Here is what Wikipedia has to say:

Dato’ Ambiga Sreenevasan (born 1956) is a Malaysian lawyer who served as the Malaysian Bar chairlady from 2007 to 2009.

In March 2009, she became one of the eight recipients for the 2009 Secretary of State’s Award for International Women of Courage Awards. In the ceremony, the United States Secretary of State Hillary Clinton commented, “… Ambiga Sreenevasan, has a remarkable record of accomplishment in Malaysia. She has pursued judicial reform and good governance, she has stood up for religious tolerance, and she has been a resolute advocate of women’s equality and their full political participation. She is someone who is not only working in her own country, but whose influence is felt beyond the borders of Malaysia. And it is a great honor to recognize her and invite her to the podium.”

In the picture, she stands between two women who will go down in US history. I think Ambiga will also make it in the annals of Malaysian history.

For this reason, it is amazing that others recognize her good work and contribution to society (see here), while in Malaysia, there are some who think otherwise. (see here).

(pics from here)

Happy Father's Day to all the Dads

2011-06-19T00:00:00.000+08:00

To all the fathers out there,

here's wishing you the best day ever!

The greatest gift I ever had

Came from God; I call him Dad!

~Author Unknown

Of uncommon common sense

2011-06-12T21:25:00.001+08:00

I guess it's too much to ask, nowadays, if people know the unwritten rules of protocol when visiting elderly folk in a nursing home.

Yes, I know that it's frowned upon when a parent is put in a nursing home. Yet, if people take the trouble to look into the extenuating circumstances, they might understand the whys and the wherefores.

In the taxi to visit my mother-in-law yesterday, the taxi driver asked me who I was visiting and I told him, "my mother". He asked me why she was in a home and I explained to him. When we reached the destination, he turned around and said to me, "You are doing good". He went on to say that his mother was also in a nursing home. It was expensive but it was the best thing for her. The fact that a total stranger could understand, in under ten minutes, really took me by surprise because there are so many family members out there eager to whack us about this. Fortunately, Stephen and his sister did not have to depend on the so-called family members when deciding this. Today, mom is still alive and that's all I have to say about it.

Then, there are also people who want to put their aged parents in a home but just cannot afford to. Nobody wants to come out with the money. When this is the case, the aged parent is not in a better situation because the children are 'forced' to look after them. I have heard accusations flying back and forth between siblings who are counting the hours each one has to do 'duty'. It is not a pleasant scene.

Isn't it also true that some aged parents, when they are no longer useful to their children, are ill-treated, even at home? How many cases are there of physically and mentally abused parents? Parents who bear the humiliation and pain because of not wanting to disgrace their own children.

What about the children who take their parents in because of money? To comply with the clause of "you take me in, you get the money". Let's not pretend here about some of the cases out there of the "holier than thou" variety.

I'm not going into all that today. Perhaps, I'll come back to it another time.

Today, I just want to list some "unwritten rules" that decent people should be aware of.

GUIDELINES FOR VISITING ELDERLY FOLK IN A HOME

1. You do not ask or hint for money from them.

2. You do not unload your family or personal problems to them.

3. You do not bring unhealthy food for them.

4. You do not poison their minds about their immediate family members.

5. You do not pretend concern if you visit only once in six months.

YOU MAY, HOWEVER, CONSIDER THESE!

1. You bring a smile and a cheerful countenance.

2. You talk about events that lift the spirit.

3. You sit and listen because they want to talk.

4. You give a hug and a kiss because it's good for the soul.

5. You leave with words that nourish her.

So often I have had to listen to the complaints from my mother-in-law about the people who have broken their promises to her to bring her food/to visit again/to buy her something or other. How can people be so thoughtless?

Of the tide turning

2011-06-08T23:20:00.002+08:00

Other than when I am with Stephen, I am used to being the one who is in the position of servitude.

Well, at work, that's my job.

In my family, it isn't unusual either that I am the one everyone expects to step up to the plate and to deal with whatever happens.

I'm the one who goes the distance for the family, when necessary. For as long as I can remember, I'm the one who carries the bags, the one who gets the car while they wait at the entrance. I'm the one who does the banking, picks up the stuff, gets the groceries or whatever else needs to be done. I've hosted gatherings, sleepovers and dinners at restaurants.

This is the reason why I love being with Stephen. He will queue up for me, order my food and drinks while I sit and wait. He will go shopping with me, carry the bags, open the doors and even watch movies that I like. I'm really pampered.

It's a stark contrast to how I am with my family.

Recently, I was out with my son and his girlfriend, Gwen. Yup, I was the lamp post.

Anyway, we had lunch and then browsed around Ikea. We found some stuff that we ~~wanted~~ needed. Hence, we ended up carrying quite a bit between the three of us. Since we intended to shop some more, the kids decided to leave the things in the car so that our hands would be free for more shopping.

As we made our way to the basement and just as we reached the exit, Gwen turned to me and said, "Aunty, you sit here and wait while we put the things in the car". For a moment, I was stunned. I'll explain why.

Other than when I am with Stephen, I am the one who does what needs to be done.

Now, the kids are treating me as I have been treating my old folks.

It's official.

I'm O L D.

The tide has turned

I love it.

You can call me, Datin!

2011-06-02T20:11:00.007+08:00

Hah!!! No matter how many times I think I won't be surprised, I surprise myself when I am.

No, Stephen hasn't received any Datukship for me to inherit the Datin title. Stay with me here.

For some time now, I have observed that people love it when you call them "Datuk" or "Datin". It has become an invisible but immediate elevation of their self-esteem. I wonder if it's because they had a low self-esteem to start with.

Anyway, this reminds me of two stories:-

Recently, I heard that a non-Malaysian couple had dinner with a Malaysian couple. After introductions, the nice non-Malaysian lady leaned to the Malaysian lady and said, "No need to call me Mrs Doe, I'm Jane to everyone". To this, the Malaysian lady sweetly replied, "and you can call me, Datin". Go figure that out!

Another story, which I also heard, is about a Malaysian Delegation that went to Peru in 1996. There was an announcement, upon their arrival at the airport. On the PA system, they were paging for a Mr Tan! "Mr Tan, please go to information counter. Mr Tan! Mr Tan!" No one responded because the Mr Tan, they were referring to, was a Tan Sri so and so. Go figure, again!

If you are my friend, you'll be the same friend to me, with or without your Tan Sri/Puan Sri/Datuk/Datin title. So if you are one of those people who insist on being known by your title, I have this to say to you

(all pics from photobucket)

1Malaysia? I just don't get it!

2011-05-29T17:00:00.002+08:00

How long has it been since this 1Malaysia slogan been bandied about? I don't know and, really, I don't care.

It's not easy to believe in it when so many things around me is contrary to the 1Malaysia clarion call.

Even more frightening is that we are so detached from this 1Malaysia concept, today, than we ever were before. I could easily make a long list where the 1Malaysia is not being observed. What would be the point of that?

Show me one aspect where it is being practised in every sense of the slogan and I'll buy you dinner. It didn't have a chance to take off because the powers that be, don't give their all to make it work.

We are being bombarded by racists and racism in a country that we call our home. We are bruised. We are battered. We are hurt. We are injured. What other forms of evidence does anyone need in order to know that the 1Malaysia sounds like a scam.

Simply put, I just don't get it at all.

I love my country and I have the hope that things can change.

This IS Malaysia. Not 1Malaysia or 2Malaysia or whatever and I wish it could be the way it was before.

Happy Birthday, D!

2011-05-28T10:30:00.005+08:00

My dad would have been 78 today. As I sit here and think of him, I smile at all the memories I have in my heart and mind.

This is one of them:-

When I got married and left home, I remember calling him one day and telling him that I might have changed my name but I was still a "Soliano" in spirit. It was the only time he had no reply. I suspect he had a lump in his throat that day.

I can't write better than this.

2011-05-26T18:54:00.001+08:00

"Tell me the weight of a snowflake," a hawk asked a wild dove.

"Nothing more than nothing," was the answer.

"In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story," said the hawk.

"I sat on the branch of a fir. Close to its trunk it began to snow...not heavily, not a raging blizzard, no, just like in a dream, without any violence. Since I had nothing better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952 when the next snowflake dropped onto the branch. 'Nothing more than nothing', as you say, and the branch broke off."

Having said that, the hawk flew away.

The dove, since Noah's time, an authority on peace, thought about the story for a while and finally said with resolve, "Perhaps only one person's voice is lacking for peace to come about in the world."

Somehow this reminds me of my blogger/friends who champion the causes they believe will benefit the people. I salute them and respect them for all they do.

It's a pity that the author is unknown. If anybody knows, please tell me.

Stop Lynas Solidarity Walk on 20 May 2011 - Pics only

2011-05-20T22:30:00.001+08:00

STOP LYNAS!

2011-05-19T19:30:00.001+08:00

SPECIAL INVITATION TO ALL MEMBERS OF CIVIL SOCIETIES, NON-GOVERNMENT ORGANIZATIONS, THE MALAYSIAN BAR COUNCIL AND MEMBERS OF THE PRESS:

We are organizing a HUGE Stop Lynas! Solidarity Walk on the 20th of May 2011 (Friday, 2pm) from KLCC to the Australian High Commission.

This is a peaceful walk that will end with the handing of a people's memorandum to the Australian High Commissioner to Malaysia.

We come together united as citizens of Malaysia, regardless of race, religion and social standing, to protest against the Lynas Advanced Materials Plant (LAMP) -The world's largest rare earth plant in Gebeng, Kuantan. This project endangers the lives of the Rakyat and it violates our rights as Malaysian citizens to determine the destiny of our country. I urge everyone who wants to see a better future for our children and our country join us in this 'once in a lifetime' event!

Bus trips will be arranged on the 20th of May from Kuantan to KL and returning that very same day (to Kuantan). For more information about the Solidarity Walk & bus arrangements,

PLEASE CONTACT:

(For Malay speaking participants):

En. Mahmud 012-9571497

(For Chinese speaking participants):

Mr. Loo Foo San 016-9862308

(For English speaking participants):

Mr. Clement Chin 012-9883210

(For People's Green Coalition):

Dr. Jayabalan : 012-402 7445

Dr. Khim Pa : 012-477 7706

WE HOPE TO SEE EVERYONE THERE ON FRIDAY! TOGETHER WE WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

Regards,

The Committee

(KUANTAN ENVIRONMENTAL WATCH GROUP / JAWATANKUASA BERTINDAK ALAM SEKITAR KUANTAN / 关丹环境监督小组)

For more info about the Stop Lynas! Movement, visit the Facebook group:

PAHANG DOESN'T NEED "HAZARDOUS" PROJECT

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=group_117036588370543

Happy Wesak Day

2011-05-17T00:01:00.001+08:00

Sending wishes for peace, harmony and love
to all who celebrate.

Just for Mother's Day!

2011-05-08T10:08:00.001+08:00

REFLECTIONS OF A MOTHER

-author unknown

I gave you life,

but cannot live it for you.

I can give you directions,

but I cannot be there to lead you.

I can take you to church,

but I cannot make you believe.

I can teach you right from wrong,

but I cannot always decide for you.

I can buy you beautiful clothes,

but I cannot make you beautiful inside.

I can offer you advice,

but I cannot accept it for you.

I can give you love,

but I cannot force it upon you.

I can teach you to share,

but I cannot make you unselfish.

I can teach you respect,

but I cannot force you to show honor.

I can advise you about friends,

but cannot choose them for you.

I can advise you about sex,

but I cannot keep you pure.

I can tell you about alcohol & drugs,

but I can't say "No" for you.

I can tell you about lofty goals,

but I can't achieve them for you.

I can teach you about kindness,

but I can't force you to be gracious

I can pray for you,

but I cannot make you walk with God.

I can tell you how to live,

but I cannot give you eternal life.

I can love you with unconditional love all of

my life... and I will.

pic from photobucket

Of me and my moms

2011-05-07T10:00:00.002+08:00

On Mother’s Day, most people only talk about their biological mother. In my case, I’m going all out to boast that I have a mother for each day of the week. Yup, it’s true. I have SEVEN of them!

Of course, there’s my mom.

Since my parents are divorced, I have a step mom.

I was a widow and now remarried so I have two mothers-in-law.

Then I found out, I have a step-mother-in-law.

If all that isn’t enough, I also have 2 godmothers.

All of them have completely different personalities. The only similarity is that all of them are great cooks. I guess in their time, it was a necessity and they honed that skill to perfection. They look after the home and hearth, without fuss or fanfare. They love without any expectations. They are my moms and I am blessed.

Today being Mother’s Day, I want to highlight the best quality in each of them.

Mom Virginia - Her best quality is her quiet, gentle strength. She takes everything in stride and gives without any reservation. I have watched her struggle without complaining. It has been a challenge for me to match her courage in the face of adversity. She is an amazing woman.

Stepmom Julie - She loves with every fiber of her being. It took me a bit of time to accept her but once I did, she became “Mama”, in every sense of the word. She has intuition and will pick up the slack if she notices you need something. She is an amazing woman.

Mom-in-law Rose - I learnt many things from her strong sense of duty towards every member of the family. She gave me wings to fly when I needed it. She stood by me for so many decisions I made. She is an amazing woman.

Mom-in-law Myra – Generosity is her middle name. I don’t know of anybody kinder and more giving than her. She will not take more than she needs. She will give her last dollar if you ask her for it. In this, she is selfless. She is an amazing woman.

Stepmom-in-law Ibu – Stephen and I call her Ibu Darling. She is soft-spoken and sweetness personified. From the first moment that I met her, I loved her. I know she loves us more, and without any reservations. She is an amazing woman.

Godmother Corazon – I am the daughter she never had. She’s the one who pampered and spoilt me. She understood my first heartbreak. She never asked questions when I didn't have answers. My teenage years were easier because of her. She is an amazing woman.

Godmother Cathy – The most elegant woman I know. She is always prim and proper. Though we’d not been in touch for years, when she came back to Malaysia, we just picked up where we last left off. She is an amazing woman.

So there you have it! 7 amazing women in my life.

Amazing women become amazing mothers.

Only when I became a mom, I found out that I could truly and deeply love another human being more than myself.

Happy Mother’s Day to me and to all of them!!!!!

All pics from photobucket.

First of May

2011-05-01T00:01:00.001+08:00

Happy Labour Day

and

Happy Birthday, Mom.

Thank you to the person who put this up on youtube.

Of Carole King's songs

2011-04-28T22:45:00.000+08:00

Tonight's American Idol theme of Carole King's songs made me so excited. I remember her so well since I had learnt all the lyrics of her songs while in my teenage years. I remember locking myself in my room and listening to her songs over and over again. So I wasn't surprised that I could remember the songs that were chosen by the 6 finalists for their solo and duet performances.

I don't have a favourite because I think I loved all of her songs. The song choice of James Durbin definitely stirred my heart a little more than the others because it was my personal anthem as a teenager. It seemed to reflect all that I felt when I first fell in love.

Much as I like James Durbin, I still prefer the original version.

These are a selection of the ones I love....

Thank you to all the people who uploaded it to youtube! I've just added them to my playlist!

#4 Of What Makes Me Smile

2011-04-27T20:05:00.001+08:00

In December last year, my Uncle Ralph wrote this in an email to me

"If I were to nominate a true friend who understands, forgives & is supportive, you would be on the Top of my list."

This is so special to me and makes me smile so much because Uncle Ralph is not a blood relative. I met him via Stephen just a few years ago and we have been emailing each other regularly since then. His words touch my heart and made me smile for days on end. It seemed to be a gift so pure and perfect. Didn't someone say that the best gifts are given from the heart?

I had saved this email and today I chanced upon it while looking for something else.

Again, it made me smile.

Thank you, Uncle Ralph for being so loving. People seldom say it till it's too late. Not me.

I love you, Uncle Ralph.

pic from photobucket

Happy Easter from Singapore

2011-04-24T10:00:00.010+08:00

With warmest wishes from

Stephen, Lita, Jared and Gwen

who are celebrating together

in sunny Singapore.

Wishing all Christians on this

most holy day of the Christian calendar.

Only 3362 people since 5 April 2011

2011-04-09T17:30:00.001+08:00

I can't believe that since 5 April 2011, only 3362 people have viewed this.

Why? I just don't understand why.

Even if you don't have an opinion about it, you should view it.

Even if you agree that it shouldn't be repealed, you should view it.

Even if you support it, you should view it.

Even if you think it has nothing to do with you, you should view it.

Unless....

Unless you know that if you do, you'll feel ashamed that you care only for yourself and no one else.

Unless you know that if you do, you'll finally understand why so many are fighting for it to be abolished.

Unless you know that if you do, you'll think differently.

Unless you know that if you do, you'll be changed for good.

That's what happened to me when I first read about the I.S.A. here.

So I challenge you to watch this short youtube clip.

Pusaka means "legacy" or "inheritance"

2011-04-05T17:45:00.003+08:00

This is my 201st post and I am honoured to dedicate it

to the Solianos who made Pusaka happen. Syabas!!!

If you are looking for something Malaysian with a touch of Jazz, this is it.

If you are looking for something Jazzy with a touch of Malaysia, this is it.

A week ago, on Tuesday, 29 March 2011, I went to witness the launch of the Soliano's Pusaka album at the Bentley Auditorium at Mutiara Damansara.

The debut album is the culmination of the Solianos working together with Mr Leslie Loh. A labour of love, so to speak. All of them are Malaysians and, therein, lies the reason for my title. It is a legacy for the young upcoming musicians. It is also a testimony that despite and in spite of the odds, something good can emerge from all that effort.

I am told that it has broken a few "First" records and here are the reasons why:-

• First Vocal Harmony group from a family who sings and plays the instruments

• First Malay Jazz Audiophile Album

• First Malay album that is mastered by the World’s Best Mastering Guru, Mr. Doug Sax

• First album that brings a music label to the brink of bankruptcy (***joke***) Yes, I have no more money left (Leslie's words)

While I also carry the same surname, I had not ventured down the same path as my talented relatives. We all grew up together and I would never have imagined that, when we were playing as children, these same family members would carve a niche for themselves in the music world. It has turned out to be a delightful surprise.

In historical terms, a legacy is something that is handed down from one period of time to another period of time. In this case, Pusaka is appropriate in that the musicality of Alfonso, through his 6 children, one grandchild and one son-in-law has been immortalised in jazzed up versions of well-known malay songs. They have combined their talents and their musical inheritance and produced a "must have" album for jazz aficionados.

The Solianos who put their heart and soul into the album are Valentino Soliano, Rizal Soliano, Tristano Soliano, Coni Soliano, Isabella Soliano, Irene Soliano, Tricia D'Cruz and Salvador Guerzo

Click on "play" below to have a listen.

I am so very proud to be a Soliano. I couldn't contribute to the album per se but this, I can do. I can promote it on my blog. In the words of Michael Jackson, "This is it!".

Where to get it?

From today, 5 April 2011, you should be able to find the album at Victoria Music in Amcorp Mall and CDrama in Ikano or if you have Facebook, go to http://www.facebook.com/solianos?sk=wall. Click like and follow for updates and/or make any queries there.

Alternatively, you can send me an email and I can help you out.

More from Leslie Loh, also HiFi Unlimited and from Salvatore

(Collage made up of pics taken from Christopher Gayondato, Leslie Loh, Rindra Soliano and Jared Cheow).

20 years

2011-03-26T00:00:00.004+08:00

In the wink of an eye,

it is 20 years.

All dried up now,

the heartfelt tears.

Calmed and forgotten,

those awful fears.

I am grateful to a

God who hears.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Death is the only adventure

that no one can talk about.

Wherever you are, Doug, I hope

that you are proud of me.

Happy Birthday to me!

2011-03-21T09:00:00.005+08:00

I want to share some of the birthday greetings sent to me on Facebook and also to keep them here as a remembrance.

From Hani Ibrahim
hope u enjoy the song. Happy birthday, Lita!

From Mel
Hello hello Aunty Lita! :D Happy birthday! May roses bloom wherever you roam! ♥

From Rhett
Feliz cumpleaños a tí Little star .... have a great birthday!! [hope I got that right...:)]

From Sun Line
Goodmorning Facebookers! It's my buddy Estrelita Soliano Grosse's birthday and let's hope it, hallulujah, rains men for her today~ :-)

From Roselyn

What a wonderful day filled with love and wishes from so many. Wish I could them all here but there were just too many. *big smile*

Thank you for all the love everyone. Thank you so much.

One liner :)

2011-03-20T11:00:00.011+08:00

People who live in glass houses
shouldn't throw stones.

Of Japan and my thoughts

2011-03-15T00:12:00.001+08:00

I've never been to Japan.

On my list of places to visit, not that I love travelling, is Japan but it is not in the top 5 countries I would like to visit. However, since last Friday, I've been addicted to Japan via the TV following the tragic situation in which she finds herself, especially after the earthquake, tsunami and now the threat of nuclear meltdown.

I've been following news feeds, tweets and also all the comments that appear on Facebook, apart from the usual TV fare.

The news is ongoing even as I write this.

Today I read about how the Japanese people are facing their situation. I hear that people queue up for food, there is no mad scramble or pushing and shoving. They buy only what they need, knowing that others want to feed their family too. Strangers help one another. People reach out in any and every way possible. There are so many more stories but these already tell me so much about the Japanese people.

Here is the link if you want to refresh your faith in humanity.

I used to have a low opinion of them because of WWII horror stories I had heard while growing up. Now I am glad that I see the other side of these people.

It is heartening and heartwarming to read about their courage and fortitude in such heartwrenching and heartbreaking times.

I humbly bow in great respect to the people of Japan.

(pics from photobucket)

Part 3 - He would have been 21.

2011-03-03T00:00:00.007+08:00

Memoirs of two days…

Life is getting back to routine. Work is interesting. The boss is nice. Colleagues are supportive and great. I'm 33 years old. I'm alive. I'm grateful for all that I have.

The rollercoaster ride is almost over, I think. I’m going to join the millions of people who grumble about boredom. It’s a nice feeling.

16 July 1992

I get home from work; pick up the kids who are two doors away at the babysitter. We settle down and Robocops is keeping the boys distracted while I fold the clothes. I’m eating a cheesecake, I remember. Jared is not interested. Eric is. He comes over to take a small bite and then he goes to sit on the chair across from me.

When I next look at him, he’s lying down and I tell Jared to move near him so he won’t fall off the chair. Eric doesn’t move when I call his name. I reach for him and he is lifeless. He’s not responding to me. He’s wet his pants.

I yell to Jared to go to the neighbours. He doesn’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what’s going on either. I just know that I have to get to the hospital.

Jared looks for his slippers and I tell him not to bother. “Just go”, I say. Tell Aunty Suan that I’ll call her later. I really didn’t know what I was going to do. It was only seconds but I remember that Ellen of Claire Florist came at that precise moment to deliver some flowers. I just carried Eric to the van and told her that I needed to go to the hospital. Ellen reacted immediately. We didn’t speak at all. I was shivering. It took about 10 or 12 minutes to get there. I held my limp child in my arms and told God not to take him.

At the hospital, they took him from me while I quickly said everything that I thought they needed to know. Heart surgery. Singapore. Six weeks. VSD. Collapsed. Not breathing. Help him. Help me.

While they worked on him, I sat with Ellen and finally she had to leave. The doctor came and said that I should call the father.

There was no father. I was alone. My heart was pounding. I had come so far, this couldn’t end this way. No, it shouldn’t end this way. I am optimistic. A doctor comes to ask me for more details and he says that they will have to put an external pacemaker and I nod my head. He hesitates before he tells me that Eric stopped breathing for a bit. I look at him and he continues with the prognosis that there would be brain damage. The extent would not be known until Eric was stable. I nod my head again.

People start coming and I’m in a daze. I smile and talk but inside I just want to scream aloud. I am so tired. I am really tired. This is the straw, they talk about, that broke the camel’s back.

The doctor tells me that I should go home, have some food and come back later. Eric is breathing but his heart rate is very slow. The pacemaker should regulate it.

It's almost midnight. Eric is in the I.C.U. I am sitting outside with a friend. My mind is a blank. I am tired. I am worried. I am frightened. I am really scared.

As the hours go by, I begin to think of contingency plans. For now, I can still work. The babysitter will manage. Jared will manage. I will manage. I know I will.

My mind is racing and as my heart stops pounding, I begin to wonder who will manage when we are gone. He’s the youngest of us. In that moment, I pray that we wouldn’t need to reach that stage.

17 July 1992

In the quiet of the early morning, I hear the elevator door open. I see the doctor. He avoids looking at me. He goes into the ICU. I stand outside. Watching through the glass. Anxious. Willing the nurse to notice me. I see a lot of movement. Nurses running. I want to barge in but I remain rooted outside the door. Then the doctor walks slowly towards me. He doesn't look up untill he reaches me. He says they did all they could to keep him alive. He says that he’s so sorry. I don’t know what to say.

I’ve just been told that my son is dead. I cannot comprehend it yet. I think of the flowers that I need to bring to the office. I call my boss to tell him that I won’t be going in to work until I don’t know when. I can’t remember much after that. I just blanked out the pain and some of the memories of that morning.

When I lost my father, it hurt so bad.

When I lost my husband, it hurt even worse.

And when I lost my child, it hurt the worst of all.

Part 2 - He would have been 21.

2011-03-02T00:00:00.003+08:00

In July last year, I was reminiscing about Eric in a blog post. Antares asked me to say more either here or in a private mail. Since I planned to meet up with him at Magickriver, I put off thoughts of writing since I would tell him, my story, in person. However, that hasn’t materialized. Much as we’d talked and planned, Stephen and I just haven’t gotten round to going there.

Perhaps it is best I write about it here. What I share may be useful information for someone out there in the cyber world. I hope so. If not, maybe I’ll find my closure by doing this. I hope so again.

In any case, most people don't know this real story. So here goes!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

This was my journey.

When I was expecting Eric, it was the easiest 9 months for me.

Before Jared, I had a miscarriage.

With Jared, I was bedridden for 2 months. I needed help to strengthen my womb. He was born with the umbilical cord twisted four times around his neck. His dad was away and I embraced motherhood alone.

With Eric, I was energetic, active and ready for his arrival. His dad watched him being born and there were no complications.

Eric was a cute boy with curly light brown hair. In contrast, is Jared with his jet black straight hair. (curly and black from me; straight and light brown from the father).

Eric was so easy to look after. He slept through the night and went from milk to cereal to solid food, without any fuss.

January 1991

Dr Foo Ong Pin is the clever and dedicated paediatrician who discovered that there was an abnormality in Eric’s heartbeat. He detected a murmur and recommended a thorough medical examination at Subang Jaya Medical Centre.

February 1991

Dr Foo arranged for an ECG and chest X-ray and the results showed that Eric had an enlarged heart most likely the result of a hole. Dr Foo helped by giving us an introductory letter so that we could go to the University Hospital.

March 1991

I became a widow. I am alone now.

It became the biggest challenge for me to overcome my grief and I struggled to remain focused on Eric. A day didn’t pass when I wasn’t brainstorming my situation. Faith healing. Prayers. Hope. Hoping against hope.

April 1991

In the University Hospital, I met with a Doctor (can’t remember the name) and further tests were done. Another X-ray, ECG and Echogram, all of which confirmed his heart problem and he was put on medication. However, the doctor told me that Eric was still very young and that I could wait until he reached the targeted weight of 10 kgs.

June 1991

Follow-up visits with another doctor (it’s always a different doctor) indicated that Eric would require an operation. It couldn’t be done immediately and Eric was put on a long waiting list for surgery. He was number two hundred something, I remember.

Early 1992

Eric has the flu and I visit Dr Foo again. Dr Foo is very concerned about Eric’s health and suggests I get a second opinion at the Subang Medical Centre. He sends me to see Dr Anuar Masduki, Consultant Cardiologist and eventually I meet the famous Dr Rozali Watooth, Consultant Cardiac Surgeon. I remember both of them as being very kind and gentle people. They were extremely caring and it was easy to depend on and trust them with the life of your child. Although I was told earlier that Eric’s operation could wait, Dr Watooth told me that Eric needed immediate surgery. It couldn’t wait. I am so confused now. Two contrasting opinions.

March 1992

I sought a third opinion. I met with Dr Saw Huat Seong, the Consultant Cardiothoracic Surgeon at the Mount Elizabeth Hospital in Singapore. Dr Saw confirmed my worst suspicion that Eric was in need of an immediate operation. The words “only reasonable step” and “even suboptimal final results” jump at me. I understand what it means.

April 1992

I am unsure of what to do next. Twice, I brought Eric for faith healing. People prayed over him. I even spoke to the parish priest of SFX, Fr Jojo Fung. Finally, I decide on the operation.

May 1992

Dr Watooth schedules an appointment for Eric on 14 May 1992. Eric has a cold and the operation is postponed. Dr Watooth told me that his schedule was full but if he had any opening, he would call me. A couple of days later, he called but Eric still had a cough and cold. Apparently, you can’t have heart surgery if you have the common cold! Disappointment is such an awful feeling.

In the end, the gravity of the situation and Dr. Watooth’s advice finally forced me to look outside Malaysia.

Between Australia and Singapore, I chose the closer.

21 May 1992

There is no time to think. We reach Singapore and check in to Gleneagles Hospital.

23 May 1992

His operation is scheduled and a surprise visit from my in-laws touches my heart. They flew in to be with me. I am so grateful but I am in a daze from not enough sleep and the beginnings of the flu.

I spend one night sleeping, on the chairs, in the waiting room of the hospital. Cold and alone but thankful that he survived the operation.

The next night I stayed with my cousins, James and Rosalind. After that, I'm back at the hospital. I don't remember if I thanked them for their kindness or not but I am always grateful for their help that day.

Early in the morning, my Uncle Maurice checked in on me and asked how I was going to Gleneagles. I don't really know so I told him I would catch a cab. He tells me how to take the bus. It sounds complicated. In the end, he takes me to the bus stop. I expect him to show me which bus but he boards the bus and sits with me all the way to Gleneagles. He leaves me at the entrance. I know he would cross the road to take the bus back. All these random acts of kindness are my precious memories. When I feel down, I think of them and they keep me going.

In the end, there are no regrets at all and my conscience is clear that Eric had the best surgeon in Dr Saw Huat Seong. I got S$19,000 for the RM30,000 that I changed. It cost me much more than that. Don’t worry; all debts were paid with help from family and many friends.

The operation was a success. Great job, Gleneagles!!!! Standing ovation for the team of doctors and nurses.

31 May 1992

Eric is discharged from the hospital. It is such a great relief. A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

We return home.

Relieved.

Normal.

Grateful.

24 June 1992

Started my new job and feeling settled. I didn't know that soon, I was going to have the rug pulled out from under my feet.

To be continued …

He would have been 21.

2011-03-01T00:01:00.006+08:00

I’ve always felt that if you give me any general topic, I’d be able to talk non-stop for half an hour or write about 500 words about it without much difficulty.

However, the one topic that I have always avoided is about, my second son, Eric.

Often I feel guilty that I am thinking less and less of him. I know that it is a good sign of finally reaching the last stage of the grieving process. Yet, I feel unwilling to let it go completely.

When people ask me how many children I have, I always hesitate to answer because, in truth, I have had two children.

To say that I only have one child seems like I have erased all traces of Eric’s short life on earth. Not to acknowledge his existence doesn’t seem fair.

To say that I had two children brings the next inevitable question of how old they are and then I have to say that one died. It then seems like I am looking for pity.

It’s a tough call and I wonder how others deal with this. Do they have the same dilemma? Or is it only me?

Today he would have been 21.

(To be continued…)

From a special girl Click to read

Sometimes...

2011-02-25T19:00:00.001+08:00

Of seeing an angel

2011-02-21T20:30:00.001+08:00

Most parents, if not all, will say that their child is an angel. I don't know about the others but I know my child is an angel and I've got proof!

As they say on Hitz.FM........ G O T C H A!

Mwahahahahahahahahahaha

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

2011-02-14T00:01:00.000+08:00

My girlfriend from down under

says "Love is not a sin"

and

she's absolutely right.

Handpainted heart of flowers,

with our initials (Estrelita and Stephen)

by Simply One-Stroke

Valentine's Day - Off Limits!

2011-02-11T21:30:00.005+08:00

Wow! It seems that, in Malaysia, Valentine's Day is a bad thing. I don't say it's a good thing but I can certainly say it's not a bad thing.

Unless you are absolutely incapable of knowing right from wrong and good from bad, then perhaps, Valentine's Day could be deemed dangerous. Mwahahahahahahaha.

However, if you've got a sweet tooth, a kind heart and a moderate outlook, then I recommend it. Let's spread the love around.

Long ago I received a gift from my colleague for Valentine's Day. It took me by surprise. I asked her (yes, a female) the reason for it and she said "Just for Valentine's Day". Awwwwwwwww! Feel good moment, there! I can't remember exactly what it was she gave me but I remember the feeling.

Did it make me have lesbian tendencies? No.

Did it make me have lower moral standards? No.

Did it affect my perception of love? Yes.

Love comes in many forms.

It's not always sexual.

Of Facebook, Farmville and Friends

2011-02-04T21:30:00.001+08:00

Recently, there was a rumour that Facebook was going to end on March 15. Many thought it was real. While some heralded it as the best news ever, others moaned and groaned. Just as quickly as the news spread, it was quashed.

FACEBOOK

I know that many see Facebook as something evil, which eats away at proper socialising and swallows up the precious minutes from the 24 hours that we all get. I see it as a great platform with which we can keep in touch with people, albeit in a virtual world. Before Facebook, I lost touch with my family members. The only time I met up with them was at a wedding or funeral. On Facebook, I can see what each one is doing, where they are going, what they are up to and more. I can "poke" them, comment on their status, send flowers or hugs, share pictures and the list goes on. I've found relatives that I never knew I had before. There's something to be said about being connected but having control over the distance. The choice of being active or passive is in one's hands.

FARMVILLE

I play two games on Facebook. One is Scrabble and the other is Farmville. Yes, Farmville is a love it or hate it application. I didn't know it would be so interesting until I helped my son with his farm. Then Stephen created one for me. With that, I was hooked. For the younger generation, I'd recommend it, instead of those games where you shoot and kill to gain points. In Farmville, I notice that everyone helps each other happily and willingly. I don't know of any other game where your competitors are so kind and helpful. This refreshes my faith in humanity. Again, for the younger generation, you will hone your skills for time management and business sense. You have to plan and organise your farm for optimum performance. In addition to all these advantages, you'll make friends with people who have the qualities that really count in life.

OLD FRIENDS

The friends that I had long forgotten and almost given up on of ever finding again have reappeared in my life. The girls that I studied with and who were an integral part of my growing years are now back. Playing catch up with them is really wonderful.

Then there are the students who are now married and who have kids of their own, I feel like a grandmother already. When I am sad, I only have to say so on Facebook and I am immediately comforted by words or virtual gifts. Who needs real stuff when the spirit in which the virtual gift is given is what makes it so valuable and counts so much.

NEW FRIENDS

Then there are the new friends. They say "Make new friends, think of the old. New is silver and old is gold". It's not true. I have some new friends who I would classify as "gold". Without Facebook, I wouldn't have had the possibility of ever knowing them.

So yeah, I love Facebook, Farmville and my friends.

Life is so good and I am content.

GONG XI FA CAI 2011

2011-02-02T20:08:00.001+08:00

Specially dedicated to all my family, in-laws, friends and readers

GONG XI FA CAI

Gong Xi (恭禧) is congratulations or respectfully wishing one joy.

Fa Cai (發財) is to become rich or to make money.

Thus, Gong Xi Fa Cai means wishing you to be prosperous in the coming year.

KEONG HEE HUAT CHYE

Keong Hee means Congratulations

and Huat Chye means grow money

‎"Keong Hee Huat Chye" literally means congratulations to your prosperity

and this is what all Hokkiens wish each other during the chinese new year.

KUNG HEI FATT CHOY

is the Cantonese version of the above greeting

XIN NIAN KUAI LE

Xin Nian (新年) is New Year. Xin is new and Nian is year.

Kuai le (快樂) is happiness, joy, delight, or rejoicings.

So "Happy New Year" in English is "New Year Happy" in Chinese.

Finally I understand the different greetings. Found these from browsing several sites. Thank you to those who put it up.

(pic from photobucket)

A hair wash, massage and blowdry

2011-02-01T16:58:00.000+08:00

I don't know about other hair salons but the one I regularly go to, gives about 20 minutes of massage, in between washing your hair. I just came back from visiting my favourite salon and timed each session.

15 minutes shampoo and head massage with light scratching

25 minutes massage (neck, back and upper arms)

10 minutes shampoo and head massage again

5 minutes hair rinsing and conditioning

10 minutes blowdry (my hair is medium length)

Cost: RM21.00 (includes some extra conditioning stuff)

That's dirt cheap, if you ask me. However, I always tip the girl who attends to me.

Most times when the place is crowded, the massage may only take 20 minutes. Today, I guess I got an extra 5 minutes because it wasn't full.

I've had my hair washed in many places, including in Singapore. I have tried all the different salons in Toa Payoh. Including the ones that I've been to here in Kuala Lumpur, none give this extra service.

Of course, the girls are not experts but they know enough to help you feel relaxed and I believe this is good for the blood circulation. It's a quick fix for a hard day at work or home.

I feel rejuvenated now. *big smile of satisfaction*

If only they had a manicure and pedicure on the side. Well, can't have everything, I say!

So if you are interested, let me know and we can make a date. They are closed over the Chinese New Year holidays and reopen on 6 February 2011. P.S. wear a loose teeshirt for better service! LOL!

(all pics from photobucket)

Happy Federal Territory Day

2011-02-01T12:40:00.001+08:00

Happy Birthday, Kuala Lumpur!
A Federal Territory since 1974.

pic credit

Yup, it's a holiday for all those in Kuala Lumpur, Putrajaya and Labuan. What a nice breather before the Chinese New Year Holidays!

How am I spending my day off, you ask? Hmmmm, I'm working at home! Catching up on housework and emails.

I'm looking at the Chinese New Year decorations put up, all the cookies (calories!) and feeling quite satisfied with my preparations for the Lunar New Year.

Of Comfort and Being Comfortable

2011-01-22T23:35:00.001+08:00

What does comfort mean to you? For some, it's having an eight bedroom mansion and a huge yard. For another, it's a posh penthouse with marble flooring and a spectacular view of the city. Yet, for many it is just having a bed to rest their tired body after a hard day's work.

Lately I've come to realise what comfort really means to me. Of course, it's having a roof over my head and a nice bed to sleep on but it's so much more.

For me, it's being with Stephen and Jared. They are my comfort.

Stephen and I always have fun together. He's a barrel of laughs and jokes. However, the bonus for us is when Jared joins us. We slept late on Thursday night. So we spent Friday morning sleeping in till almost lunch time. Then we went for an early Chilli Pan Mee. We are crazy for it now. It's our second time there but it won't be the last.

From there we went to Empire in Subang Jaya for a giant cookie, a cookie monster cupcake and coffee.

We were missing someone!

And, of course, my two heroes had to test the World's Tallest Indoor Tube Slide

(pic from here)

Missed Jared zooming out.

But I caught Stephen!

More photos taken with my Blackberry.

Empire Subang prepares for the Rabbit year

When we got home, we were all tired and we each found our chair to lepak the evening away. Watching Jared on my left with his laptop and chatting with his girlfriend and then looking across on my right and seeing Stephen in the single Lazy Boy Chair, reclined and nodding off, half listening to the TV, Jared and to me, I can see he's so comfortable. He's in his comfort zone.

Here's an older picture of him, on the double chair, with his titbits.

Sitting between them is my definition of comfort and being comfortable. Nothing else comes close.

HAPPY THAIPUSAM

2011-01-20T10:00:00.000+08:00

To all my Hindu friends celebrating,

I would like to wish you a Happy Thaipusam!

FROM WIKIPEDIA
Thaipusam (Tamil: தைப்பூசம், Taippūcam ^?) is a Hindu festival celebrated mostly by theTamil community on the full moon in the Tamil month of Thai (January/February). It is celebrated not only in countries where the Tamil community constitutes a majority, but also in countries where Tamil communities are smaller, such as Singapore^[1] and Malaysia.^[2] The festival is also referred to as Thaipooyam or Thaippooyam (Malayalam: തൈപ്പൂയം, Taippūyaṁ ^?). The word Thaipusam is derived from the month name Thai and Pusam, which refers to a star that is at its highest point during the festival. The festival commemorates the occasion when Parvati gave Murugan a vel (spear) so he could vanquish the evil demon Soorapadman.

Of breasts and necks!

2011-01-14T21:00:00.002+08:00

As women age, the parts that seem to noticeably show signs of wear and tear are the breasts and/or neck! This is based on my observation of other women and my personal opinion.

Hence, not being well endowed is an advantage, as one grows older. Since gravity and fatty tissues combine, it's impossible to prevent sagging. Unless, of course, you get a boob job done!

If your neck begins to show the creases of time, some delay could be derived from applying creams or lotions but, ultimately, you can't hide those lines.

However, if you have a short neck, then you could consider yourself lucky! Hah! It would be impossible to see the lines, if any.

I’m not opposed to postponing the aging process by natural means. Nevertheless, I do not consider it the most important activity in my life.

I believe in aging gracefully. My stretch marks and wrinkles bear tribute to the life I have led.

Many are going to nod their heads when they see this last one! Yup, I know!

(all pics from photobucket)

It's so cold!

2011-01-11T21:11:00.002+08:00

I don't know about other people but I've been feeling really cold these days. Sometimes I even have to switch off the fan because it is just too cold.

Stephen said it is going to snow. He really makes me laugh out loud.

It's really hard to believe anything about global warming while I'm feeling so, so cold.

Brrrrrrrr!

After I published my blog, this came out on 12 January 2011, in the Star Newspaper, that the Weather across peninsula is erratic and cold!

(all pics from photobucket)

Lat tali lat tam pom

2011-01-08T12:07:00.006+08:00

LAT TALI LAT TAM POM. (Local version of the universal "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe")

I heard this on the radio recently. Apparently, it's an "Old Town White Coffee" jingle.

I always thought it was "Lat Tali Lat Tam Pong".

I think there are many variations of this. Depending on which state you are from.

My son says it's "Lat Tali Lat Tali Tam Plom".

His friend from Sabah says it's "Lai Lai Lee Lai Tam Plong".

Stephen says it's "Oh Bay Sohm". *giggles*

I remember that, in my family, we used to have this extended one but I don't know where we got it from.

It goes like this

Lat Tali Lat Tam pong
Balik Kampong
Makan Kangkong
Masak Ikan Kembong
Beranak Dalam Tong
Keluar Anak Patong

Ahhhhhhh! Childhood innocence. Those were the days.

It looks like I wasn't the only one reminiscing. Googled it and stumbled upon these fellow bloggers.
Lydia
Sam
Adam
Sid who has it in his header
and there are more....

(pic taken from here. Requested permission but no reply yet, so I'll remove it if I'm told).

of 1959 and 2011

2011-01-02T22:40:00.001+08:00

Got this from the internet and found it interesting. Those of you born in the same year may enjoy it! I highlighted the parts I liked in "red" and/or "bold".

In 1959, the world was a different place.

There was no Google yet. Or Yahoo.

In 1959, the year of your birth, the top selling movie was Ben-Hur. People buying the popcorn in the cinema lobby had glazing eyes when looking at the poster.

Remember, that was before there were DVDs. Heck, even before there was VHS. People were indeed watching movies in the cinema, and not downloading them online. Imagine the packed seats, the laughter, the excitement, the novelty. And mostly all of that without 3D computer effects.

Do you know who won the Oscars that year? The academy award for the best movie went to Ben-Hur. The Oscar for best foreign movie that year went to Black Orpheus. The top actor was Charlton Heston for his role as Judah Ben-Hur in Ben-Hur. The top actress was Simone Signoret for her role as Alice Aisgill in Room at the Top. The best director? William Wyler for Ben-Hur.

In the year 1959, the time when you arrived on this planet, books were still popularly read on paper, not on digital devices. Trees were felled to get the word out. The number one US bestseller of the time was Exodus by Leon Uris. Oh, that's many years ago. Have you read that book? Have you heard of it?

In 1959... Cultivars of plants named after this date must be named in a modern language, not in Latin. Castro's troops approach Havana. The island of Addu in the Maldives declares independence. Alaska is admitted as the 49th U.S. state. Women in Nepal vote for the first time. The Marx Brothers make their last TV appearance, in The Incredible Jewel Robbery. Import tariffs are lifted in the United Kingdom. Two monkeys, Able and Miss Baker are the first living beings to successfully return to Earth from space aboard the flight Jupiter AM-18. Singapore becomes a self-governing crown colony of Britain with Lee Kuan Yew as Prime Minister. The Central Treaty Organization CENTO is established. The original Mini designed by Sir Alec Issigonis is launched. The first section of England's M1 motorway opens between the present junctions 5 and 18. Three years after its first telecast, MGM's The Wizard of Oz is shown on television for only the second time, but it gains an even larger viewing audience than its first television outing, spurring CBS to make it an annual tradition.

That was the world you were born into. Since then, you and others have changed it.

The Nobel prize for Literature that year went to Salvatore Quasimodo. The Nobel Peace prize went to Philip J. Noel-Baker. The Nobel prize for physics went to Owen Chamberlain and Emilio Gino Segrè from the United States for their discovery of the antiproton. The sensation this created was big. But it didn't stop the planets from spinning, on and on, year by year. Years in which you would grow bigger, older, smarter, and, if you were lucky, sometimes wiser. Years in which you also lost some things. Possessions got misplaced. Memories faded. Friends parted ways. The best friends, you tried to hold on. This is what counts in life, isn't it?

The 1950s were indeed a special decade. The American economy is on the upswing. The cold war betwen the US and the Soviet Union is playing out throughout the whole decade. Anti-communism prevails in the United States and leads to the Red Scare and accompanying Congressional hearings. Africa begins to become decolonized. The Korean war takes place. The Vietnam War starts. The Suez Crisis war is fought on Egyptian territory. Fidel Castro, Che Guevara and others overthrow authorities to create a communist government on Cuba. Funded by the US, reconstructions in Japan continue. In Japan, film maker Akira Kurosawa creates the movies Rashomon and Seven Samurai. The FIFA World Cups are won by Uruguay, then West Germany, then Brazil.

Do you remember the movie that was all the rage when you were 15? Murder on the Orient Express. Do you still remember the songs playing on the radio when you were 15? Maybe it was Rock Me Gently by Andy Kim. Were you in love? Who were you in love with, do you remember?

In 1959, 15 years earlier, a long time ago, the year when you were born, the song Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by The Platters topped the US charts. Do you know the lyrics? Do you know the tune? Sing along.

They asked me how I knew

My true love was true

Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

...

There's a kid outside, shouting, playing. It doesn't care about time. It doesn't know about time. It shouts and it plays and thinks time is forever. You were once that kid.

When you were 9, the movie Blackbeard's Ghost was playing. When you were 8, there was Doctor Dolittle.

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... it's 1959. There's TV noise coming from the second floor. Someone turned up the volume way too high. The sun is burning from above. These were different times. The show playing on TV is Bonanza. The sun goes down. Someone switches channels. There's The Bell Telephone Hour on now. That's the world you were born in.

Progress, year after year. Do you wonder where the world is heading towards? The technology available today would have blown your mind in 1959. Do you know what was invented in the year you were born? The Bullet Train.

1959 was a very strange time

A bad year for labor and a good year for wine

Uncle Ike was our American Pal

And nobody talked about the Suez Canal

...

That's from the song Post World War Two Blues by Al Stewart.

In 1959, a new character entered the world of comic books: Fritz the Cat. Bang! Boom! But that's just fiction, right? In the real world, in 1959, Bryan Adams was born. And Rosanna Arquette. Nastassja Kinski, too. And you, of course. Everyone an individual. Everyone special. Everyone taking a different path through life.

It's 2011 now.

The world is a different place.

What path have you taken?