Christmas 2010

To loved ones and friends who celebrate the birth of Christ ...

Blessed Christmas.

The day made meaningful by the Good News...

Isaiah 9 :6

A Warm Eve

Daddy's wish granted...

... all I want for Christmas are my three daughters, my three daughters...

So we had a quiet and warm evening with the girls and some family friends to celebrate Christmas eve. Dad was adamant that Grace should come home and booked a return ticket for her just to make sure she came home. He wants his three girls with him.

He marinated the turkey before he left for work this morning.

In between visiting his sites, he popped home to bake the bird for the evening.

Dad has never left a Christmas go without the traditional turkey and is inspired by the cook shows on TV... he loves to cook the Christmas dinner.

The kitchen is brightened up by the special decor by the artist of the house ; Esther is always up to something to display her flair.

Yes, dinner is prepared...do no be alarmed by the burnt look; tasted perfect.




This potato dish is palatable and difficult to forget...




Dad says I am so Chinese and am so lost with Christmas preparations ; so he took over and dinner was really wonderful.



But the evening is made most perfect with the presence of the girls from all over.
Glad to have them home with us.




We had surprises ! Grace is generous to us...thank you girl.

All very happy because big sister took the role of Santa Claus...

Daddy is indeed happy to have his girls around him; smiling widely and listening to whatever lame jokes spoken; everything was sweet to his ears.

See the girls relaxing with dad on this warm and meaningful eve.

Blessed Christmas everyone and enjoy the season meaningfully.

The Prince of Peace

Romans 12 : 18
"As much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men."

Today again I am reminded of John 14:27...Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you.
Jesus told us to turn the other cheek, go the extra mile, forgive offences, reject greed, tolerate each other's weaknesses, live to serve and love one another as he loved us.


It is indeed true when I ponder over a statement in today's Daily Bread which says...it seems that in large part, peace is up to us. Yes, indeed this Christmas may there be peace among family members and friends and make peace our gift to the world as we reflect on the life of the Prince of Peace.

I see with wonder at the attractive number of gifts 'poured out' in this Christmas decor and associate it with the gift of peace that is promised in John 14:27. I hope to walk as taught and may it also be reflected in the peace in the home.





Esther, the diligent one wraps gifts for others and may peace be with her wherever she goes.

Sara , the aspiring cook bakes and may she strives to bring peace to all around her.
Grace, the ever busy one serves others and may she bring peace to others in her service.


May the peace of God be upon us all as we commemorate the birth of Christ with family members and friends this season.

The Winter Solstice

21 December

In geographical terms , the winter Solstice refers to the position of the sun being over the Tropic of Capricorn in the Southern Hemisphere resulting in the days being longer than nights. So, it's not surprising that the further South one goes, the shorter the night hours and it's no wonder that my brother who is in Melbourne experiences long summer days and it's bright even at 9pm.
However Sara says in the UK , days become dark at the start of 3pm. So the nights are longer than days in the Northern Hemisphere. It's the result of the movement of the earth around the sun.

This knowledge I have passed down to generations after generations of students when I taught geography in my younger days.

But today , 22 December marks a special day in the Lunar Calendar too. It is "Dong Zhi" - the Winter Festival which denotes the end of the Winter season and the start of Spring. It's the last festival of the Lunar Year before the Chinese New Year.
When I was a little girl, mama used to make a sweet soup filled with glutinous balls to usher in the celebration of an additional year to our age. Tradition has it that the family that rolls the glutinous balls together stays glued together. That was so long ago...

Today, Por and Kong stopped over for a trip to Penang. Por told me she has long discarded the celebration as no one is around for them to remember the occasion. So after 27 years of marriage, this is the first time I have them with me and I thought perhaps I should have a go with the sweet.





I bought these ready made glutinous balls at the wet market. Clever me thinks it's so easy until the critical Sara scorned at my easy way out..." Mama what's the meaning of getting ready made balls? Do it yourself la !"
Ugh !I would not want to go through the hassle..."You make la since you think you are so smart!" I regretted the moment I uttered for she took my word for it.

There she took up the challenge despite my screams...total mess !

But my screams fell on deaf ears; as usual.



She would not let it go...the balls were rolled and she insisted hers is of higher quality than the ones I bought at the market.

That's how it looks after the boil. What do you think is the verdict ?




I added the rest into the sweet concoction and they look so pretty!

The Verdict :

Kong - Kong took 4 balls and love them. Por loves the gingerly soup concoction. I took all 4 from the market because Sara's looked too sweet for my liking. Daddy Lau took 8 balls and concluded the best ones are...his daughter's recipe ! So another feather in her cap which will bloat her head further but nevertheless a good try.

All our first attempts...thanks to Dong Zhi for the glutinous balls caused our differences to turn into sweet remembrances.

Congratulations !

Mr. John Chong

He finally went through the gruesome 5 years to complete his double degree -

Bachelor of Commerce and Law from the University of Adelaide.

Puan Ng Poh Choo, his form 5 form mistress must be especially proud of him for she frequently asks after him; " Ah John , nei ke kwa how mah?" How's the young man?

Cheeky and witty, he is a nice young man...ready to charge the world. So, the dad says...don't play, play ah ; my son is now a lawyer ah !

Yea...right on, nephew.

You did your alma mater proud.

Oh Babies !

I remember...

When they are growing up, the house is seldom in order. You learn to be less fussy and are able to accommodate all that are needed to make them comfortable and happy. So, you close your eyes to all kinds of physical disorder...

Even if you are used to only allow the beds to be properly tucked up each morning, you will now concede to mattresses being laid in public areas like the living room ; plus pillows, bolsters, blankets ; anything and everything as long as the baby gets the best rest, company and play.

Oh and when you have 2 growing babies a year apart, the house may be turned into a circus between the cries and attention seeking. However, all the heartaches and hard work dissipate into thin air when you see them so loving and kind to each other.

And of course who can forget the toys? Educational and non-educational ones as well. So boxes and boxes of them are stacked at some corners ready to be taken out at any time for entertainment and education. Ha...when you used to scream when a chair is misplaced you have indeed acquired a huge pack of patience and tolerance as now you can stand any degree of untidiness.

You will be very insistent that the child places the right shape into the right space and when they succeed you go around clapping because your child has understood! So clever!

A, B, C, D, E, F... when the child continues with G...oh mine it's like you have struck lottery for the day ! So grand nephew Jay entertained Esther with his tremendous effort at pronouncing WWW and LLL but nevertheless still clever la. You teach and teach like never before for the child must acquire the most and the best ! Parents are blackmailed by them...

Soon...Jay will have to sing ...

1,2,3,4,5

Once I caught a fish alive,

6,7,8,9,10

Then I let it go again.

Why did you let it go

Because it bit my finger so

Which finger did it bite?

This little finger

On my right...

And you go frenzy when the child doesn't know the finger...hahahaha.

Esther kept playing the video over and over again so mesmerised by the baby talk and learning. Told her that all 3 of them went through the same training and I thought it was only yesterday.

Time flies and babies grow into adults in a blink of an eye.

But while they are still babies, enjoy them.

The Hookah

The locals call it the Shisha, that's what the girls told me.

I first noticed them a couple of months ago when I had supper at one of the mamak stalls in SS15 Subang Jaya. Boys and girls ; mostly teens were gathered around tables chatting and puffing long tubes of smoke. The whole place turned smoky with them sharing the pipe amongst one another. I thought the pipes looked so middle-eastern and why were they so loved by the youths? Wasn't it a form of smoking too? But it's happening among very young teens. I have never seen it so commonly used before. When did it become so popular?

It was thought provoking and I wondered why so many youths seemed attracted and addicted to it? Is it a replacement for the cigarette? Hmm...anything with smoking will not do the lungs good.

Last night while out for a steam boat meal with the family, I was again appalled to see so many youths gathering in a local coffee shop playing cards, chatting and sharing the Shisha. This time I took a shot with permission of the owner and he was amused that I was so keen in the pipe.

He demonstrated on how the pipe was used and told me that he was actually smoking flavoured tobacco. The flavoured tobacco was placed above water and covered by pierced foil with hot coals placed on top and the smoke was drawn through cold water to cool and filter it. He actually showed me how it was done and laughed at my astonished look. I thought such practices are meant for the old as a pastime and not among youths.


I had a quick glance into the coffee shop and saw so many teens and youths ; both boys and girls puffing away the same pipe openly as they passed it around. Now, I am going to sound very old fashioned. Should they be doing that? Oh it's only a social pastime; I shouldn't be alarmed by it.

But I had a small heart attack because I saw an ex-student doing it with his friends happily puffing and playing cards ; oblivious of my stare. I hope he will not be too addicted to it. Anything with long term puffing will cause some harm?

The Shisha has found its niche among local youths I guess ; though I am not too sure of its influence. Habits die hard. Hopefully it will not be habitual .

The Chase

When money can't buy you what you want

The public exams are soon over though not really over but if you walk down the streets of SS15 Subang Jaya, Sunway and many unmentioned spots in town , you can smell a frantic call for students by the private institutions. It is clearly felt that the private colleges are fighting for clients and the local schools have become their targets.

Elsewhere in the local papers, there are pages and pages of advertisements promoting opportunities for pre university and diploma programmes. Parents are their best clients now. Concerned fathers and mothers take time off to find the best combination of subjects and career path for their loved ones. It is indeed a shoppers' paradise as there are so many choices and looking for a right one is a challenge.

I was in that position before. Soon after the SPM was over, I took my girls to the colleges to look for a package that best suited them.

Strangely enough, they were enrolled in 3 different streams of pre-university programmes. The first consideration was of course the end product. What do they want to pursue?

Of the 3 for lack of a confirmed preference of career path, Grace took the SAM programme. Being the eldest, I thought it wise that she had a shorter programme to start off her university days (save time and money!). SAM was a relatively easy programme and with the amount of exposure she went through in school, it was QED (quite easily done). SAM is manageable and easy to score with diligence and discipline.

Esther from the very beginning was rather sure of her inclination. Something to do with art... architecture was the best choice then. So the most practical decision was to enrol her in a programme with that in mind. Since the course seemed to demand a hands on start off, I thought a diploma programme would be fine. However, on the hind side, other preU programmes may also lead her into the course and at the same time, she could afford to change her mind should she decide against the earlier choice. So, think about what I have said.

Sara was adamant from the beginning. Though a strong student academically, she declined any course to do with Science. So, it was an Arts preU programme. I saw Law for her but till this day she still insists I was the persistent one ; channelling her into a course not out of her absolute choice but mine...so be it. With Law in mind, we agreed that we could not run away from the A levels programme. To A levels she went. It was a good choice for her. She fitted into the exam-orientated programme like a glove as she loved exams!

However even when all the preU programmes were different, I think I did not do too badly with my choices. Every child is different and their degree of tolerance for exams and project works differ too. Ask them. I believe all three have gone into programmes that met their tolerance threshold. Esther is so hands on and project inclined ; Sara loves year end exams and detests projects and Grace as usual is 50:50. So they were relatively successful in the programmes that they enrolled in. I am glad.

Therefore before you pick a preU programme, know your child well. If the child is not academically inclined, go for diploma or vocational ones. You will be surprised how well they will fare there. Otherwise go for more demanding ones that are more academic-inclined with the latest popular choice being the International Baccalaureate programme. So, be wise and realistic in your choice. We have to cut the coat according to the cloth. A right choice will mean less headaches and heartaches and cost-saving too.

But perhaps the greatest headache and heartache is when your child does not qualify for any preU programme. Why is it so? For those in school especially in the SPM year, they have been warned, counselled and advised on the need to do well enough in the year end exam to qualify for preU Programmes before the actual results are released. Parents face the brunt when they find their children cannot be accepted in colleges even if they can afford to pay.

Yes, this time it's really money can't buy you everything.

It cannot be bought with money! You need this :

The Michael Jackson palm as has always been shown to them! Five credits to qualify.

Yes, you need five credits to enter a preU programme.

This is also the time of the year when parents come a-knocking at the school gate to ask that the forecast results be upgraded till the child qualifies...daylight robbery. But the most heartbreaking part is when they virtually beg and cry for help with their children feeling neutral and not afraid enough. So what do you do? To give in or to give up?

What would you do?

It gives me many sleepless nights each time I have to turn them away.

Gingerbread

Deprived!

The moment she stepped home, her itchy fingers longed to touch butter, flour, sugar and sweets! Yes, she must bake lest she loses the skill !

Sara is all out to show her baking skills again! This time she became even more adventurous... create the Gingerbread House. So it's shopping for sweets, sweets and sweets...RM100.00's worth for inedible gingerbread.

But she's so at home with those sweets.

Sara tells me she need to pour out her feelings for her love; manifested in an item appropriate for the season.

Sister Esther chipped in her creative help too.



The unsung hero of course is none other than Allie who is never tired of cleaning their mess. Yes she loves to see them at work ; not even a sound of complaint. Never mind about the mess as long as they are home to entertain her.

Sugary gingerbread for a special touch to the house. Now it sits on the dining table to be savoured in by friends and loved ones. A first attempt at the delight of dad. He casually asked if it was my idea. NO...too much mess but as it is; I must learn to be more cooperative. I must take in all the mess with patience, admiration and give them room to express themselves. So, I have kept a smile and my mouth shut.

But this gingerbread house is indeed pretty and will be etched in the recesses of my memory.

Gingerbread Delight!

Greetings

Greeting Cards.

In this technology-savvy era, sending greeting cards seem old-fashioned as many would resort to ready-made greetings from google. The move may seem to save cost and eco-friendly too as some trees are spared. So why send physical cards?

However, there is this warmth that is oozed through the card as it conveys feelings and a personal touch. It truly lifts up the spirit of the receiver and the card can be kept for years. When you pick those cards some time later in life, you will remember the sender with fondness and gratitude. After all, that is what part of life is for , right? Good feelings.

The cards are truly getting fewer by the years and it is with surprise that a few arrived lately. When I say a few, I really mean a few... 3.

This one is from Taipei from my sister and her family. The card is lovely and I love it. Thank you dear sister.

This one arrived for Sara. It's in German, I believe. A lovely and elaborate one.

This was brought home by Sara for me...from an ex student of mine. It greeted me well ; Happy Christmas and not Merry Christmas. That holds a lot for me.

I must be getting real old for I really felt flattered by her compliments. Even after decades of teaching, I still want to be appreciated and loved by students, past and present. I remember Sher Hann as 'the enthusiast' for the school band and she virtually lived and died for it. Missing from classes for training at times, I still found her writing skills strong and sustained the reader, me. Graduated from a vernacular stream in her primary years, I must say she is also one of the very few students from a vernacular stream who can express herself vividly and writes grammatically sound essays. It was a pleasure reading her work as they sometimes conveyed funny details and made me laugh back then.

Thank you Sher Hann for your kind compliments.

Happy Christmas to you too.