98 years old!

Gerontologists like to classify old age into three periods:

• The period from age 65-75, sometimes called the 'young old'
• The period from age 75-85, sometimes called the 'old'
• The period post age 85, sometimes referred to as the 'old old.'

Yesterday we celebrated our Father's 98th birthday. He must be a senior old old, closer to becoming a centeranian. We wish to celebrate his brithday in 2 years time in a big way. I
hope our wish will come true.





Following our family's Chinese tradition, the birthday boy has to peel 2 red eggs for good luck. Father swiftly peeled the eggs and ate both up.





Father happily cutting the Birthday Cake!






The Birthday Cake that I baked...eh...no...bought!













Sister Wan Lan and her husband Ching looking satisfied after a full meal











My daughter Deedee posing with her AhKong










My daughter in law Anzi serving the birthday cake








Following our family's Chinese tradition, all of us at the party have to peel a red egg each for good luck. My niece Farah trying her best to do it as neatly as possible.








My son Feris, as usual, had everybody in stiches!










My sister Wan Lan looking very happy,probably because we praised her for her fried mee which was quite delicious!










My son Farouk and daughter in law Azni relaxing after the meal.

My brother in law Ching looks bored. Past his bedtime?












Farah and her newly wed husband, Asri










My nephew Woon Ooi Jin (left) and nephew Fadrul

Plants in my balcony

Plants in my small balcony growing very nicely.

The majestic Holy Rosary Church in Kuala Lumpur

I was caught in a massive traffic jam this morning in Brickfields, on the road leading to Chinatown.

I was infact stuck at the same spot for a good 20 minutes, before the traffic moved very slowly.

While stuck in that spot, I noticed the beautiful Holy Rosary Church across the road and managed to snap this picture (picture below) from my car's side window.

When our family shifted to Kuala Lumpur 48 years ago, we first stayed in Scotts Road for 2 months, just a stone's throw away from this Church. I remember I used to be in awe of this building with its Gothic architecture even when I was very young. After all these years, the Church still remains the same in all its majesty! It seems this Church was first built in 1904 and was rennovated in 1951 into its present form.

For more information on this Church please visit http://www.rc.net/kualalumpur/holyrosary/history_files/history.html

This is also quite funny

Credit to: http://joekohl.com/cartoons_2.htm

This is quite funny!

Credit to: http://joekohl.com/cartoons_2.htm

They take away our 'riches"

While doing some research to write a paper on development issues in Sabah and Sarawak, I came across this powerful statement by a Punan (an ethnic group found in Sarawak) leader:

“We have never been poor, we have been made poor. I am telling the truth, and that’s why I am not afraid of the consequences of my words. The Punan were rich, all our life depends on the forest. From the forest we obtain medicinal plants, sagu, rattan, fruits and wild pigs. We never had to ask for food to anyone, because we had everything. The companies are destroying our forest, our source of life. Day after day, food becomes scarce, rivers become dirty, life becomes miserable. Now the government tells us that we are poor, and they want give us the same privileges enjoyed by the civilised world. This is a big lie, in reality they are taking everything away from us, they take away our ‘richness’, they transform us into poor.” (Tangga Unyak, a Punan elder from Long Halanga)

Unnecessary emotional baggage

A friend was telling me today about someone from her past, how much he had wronged her and how she still loathes him. As she went on...and on... I could see her getting more and more upset and in the end her lunch was only half eaten.

I could not do anything or say anything to ease her emotional state, because everytime I interjected to ask her to "forget it", she got even more upset.

What she does not know is that like her I had a similar bitter experience in the past, only even much much worse. Fortunately for me, "time heals" and I think I had "forgiven" because over time I had classified the experience as "fated", and I had also willed myself to forget and not to factor the unpleasant memories in my daily life. I think I do not want to carry that unnecessary emotional baggage throughout my life.

Cheerfullness and contentment

Cheerfulness and content are great beautifiers and famous preservers of good looks

- Charles Dickens

Smile!

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity

- Joseph Addison

I can look at you straight in the eyes

Received this picture (above) in the mail today...the opulance of the politically connected rich and famous.

I am currently doing some improvements to my house. Would it eventually look like that picture above? Mmm...dream on...Actually, it is now looking like this (below) and not likely to look like that... not for a thousand years! But I can look at you straight in the eyes... can they?...not in a million years !

A little reminiscing about my Father on Father's Day

My Father will be 98 next month. He was educated in the Methodist Boys' School KL (coincidentally I attended Form 6 for 2 years in the very same school). He is a quiet man and actually I do not know much about his past. From the little I know he had very good results for his Senior Cambridge Exam then (that would be more than 70 years ago) and qualified for Raffles College. However his rich but conservative and stingy father did not allow him to continue his education. So after Senior Cambridge he became a Teacher and later an Interpreter/Translator in the government service. He must have been a very intelligent person because he upgraded his knowledge of the Chinese language through self-study and used to enjoy reading the Chinese Classics. Infact he even had a book (about his personal experiences during the Japanese occupation in Malaya), published in Chinese with the nickname "Woon Leong". He can also speak Japanese and can play tunes on my piano even though he never had any music lessons.

One thing I remember very clearly about him was the importance he placed on education, especially the education of his sons. While he was working in Parit Buntar he bought a house in Petaling Jaya so that his children could study in better schools in Kuala Lumpur. So we all shifted to Petaling Jaya in 1961 while he remained alone in Parit Buntar. He enrolled his eldest son in the best school in Kuala Lumpur then, i.e the Victoria Institution. Well, my brother in VI did not fail him. Several years later he emerged as one of the top VI students and had his name and face published in the newspapers. Anyway, I think my father should be proud of his 3 sons who later graduated to become Electrical Engineer, Chemist and Doctor from University Malaya, all with government or company scholarships.

Today on Father's Day I managed to spend sometime with him in PJ and brought him to his regular barber in PJ New Town centre.

My Father and Mother in their youth

My Father leaving the house for his haircut today, accompanied by his maid, Rasam from Indonesia who takes good care of him.

The house in Petaling Jaya where we grew up

The big rambutan tree infront of our house planted by our late Mother more than 45 years ago. The rambutan tree still produces the sweetest and the best rambutans we have ever tasted.

Where there are friends

Nor and her good friend Ivy

The beautiful view of the luscious greens from Nor's balcony, with the Shah Alam stadium in the background

The steamboat ingredients that Nor prepared

Mr and Mrs Teoh (Ethlyn) tucking in

Iskandar Lim, Nor's husband

Nor's healthy pot of basil

Nor's friends had wanted to take her out for lunch today to celebrate her birthday. But she declined and made lunch for her friends instead. Just like her!

Where there are friends, there is wealth.~ Titus Maccius Plautus

We actually did not see the sun at all for days

The haze keeps coming back around this time of the year. This morning when I drove to the city visibility was poor.

I remember the worst haze we experienced in 1997 when trans-boundary smoke blanketed our skies for days. I remember also at that time my colleagues and I were responsible for organizing an international conference of very senior officials from MENA countries, jointly financed by the government of Malaysia and the World Bank. I had a hard time explaining to our foreign guests that the dark skies they were experiencing was not the norm in our country. Infact all of them who came for the conference left the country without even seeing the sun. The irony of the situation was that my colleague who came back from a meeting in the neighbouring country where the smoke originated reported that he enjoyed clear blue skies and sunshine in that capital city!

We actually did not see the sun at all for days on end and that was a really gloomy, really awful feeling. When the haze finally improved a bit for the sun to be visible, my colleagues and I were thrilled. We came out of the office building during lunch time and literally took to the streets, Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman to be exact, and just walked about to enjoy the sunshine... which we had taken for granted all the years.

To Be One With Each Other

Niece Farah's wedding reception on 5 June 2009

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labour, to minister to each other in all sorrow, to share with each other in all gladness, to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories?

- George Eliot (1819-1880)

Sunrise at PCB Beach, Kota Bahru, Kelantan

Believe it or not! I actually witnessed sunrise only for the first time in my life - at the PCB Beach in Kota Bahru Kelantan. The first 4 pictures were recorded by me at about 6.50 am on 7 June. Then my battery went flat. The next 2 pictures were imported from my sister's camera who was watching the sunrise together with me, and believe it or not, also for the first time in her life!

"Watching a sunrise, we open ourselves up to the beauty that nature creates, knowing it will never repeat itself just like this again." ~ Jake Rajs

A happy family is an earlier heaven

Paid a short visit over the weekend to Brother Tai Keat's house in Kota Bahru, Kelantan, where he had stayed for the last 30 years, with his wife and 6 children. The pictures above are of his lovely house and the sprawling garden which he tends to personally, a testimony of the great delight he takes in his home and family.

A happy family is an earlier heaven- George Bernard Shaw

Laughter can be a powerful medicine

It seems recent research showed that laughter contributes to positve effects of heart health.

Two studies presented at the American College of Sports Medicine's annual meeting in Seattle recently found that laughter not only can reduce stress, which can damage the heart, it can lead to improved blood flow, which can help ward off high blood pressure.

On a study done on a small group of healthy adults it was found that those who watched a comedy displayed improved "arterial compliance", i.e. the amount of blood that moves through the arteries at a given time. In another group who also watched a comedy it was found that there was more dilation of blood vessels. In both studies, the beneficial effects of laughter lasted for 24 hours.

Read the article Laughter Can Boost Heart Health

We are just small persons in an ocean of so many other small persons

I was stuck in a traffic jam along Jalan Sultan Ismail today. Being stuck like that with nothing else to do but wait, I sometimes look around and wonder about the other people I see...those in the other cars...the pedestrians...the motorcyclists... who they are... what do they do... and where they are going? The more I wonder, the more I realize that I am just one small person in an ocean of so many other small persons who have no knowledge of one another. In fact some people say that the earth is just a speck of dust revolving around a small star somewhere in the the galaxy, which in turn is but one small galaxy in the wide universe. So we are merely little specks of dust living on a speck of dust? Humanity is but a speck of dust?