I write, I type, I swype

I write, I type, I swype.

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“This, is the worst handwriting I have ever seen!… Who is this boy, XYZ?” The teacher waved the exercise book in the air. He looked left, and he looked to the right of the classroom.

XYZ stood up. But the teacher did not see her. ” Where is XYZ?” So the boys at the back pointed towards the girl.

“You? You are XYZ? (His voice softened a bit, but still disapprovingly) You must improve your handwriting. It is like ‘cakar ayam’ (chicken scribblings)!”

XYZ’s handwritings has improved a lot since, after that initial public embarrassment. But that was after many hours, many days of determined practices

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Don’t judge a person by one’s handwriting. Bad handwritings don’t always reflect a male’s work! Or only ladies have nice handwritings!

But today, we don’t need to write so much, right? We type most of the time on computers and on mobile. My hand has almost forgotten how to write.

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Then comes the mobile and swyping apps. “I watched you from behind your shoulder. You can type so much and so fast on your mobile! You were sweeping all over the little screen! How did you do that?”

“I swyped, that’s why!” A note on blogging comments. I swyped the ‘correct’ words, but it was published, a totally different words! 🤦 it was so embarrassing. I wish the receiver blogger would edit it when prompted from my end. Failing which, I wasn’t keen to comment on her/ his posts thereafter.

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So, happy writing, typing, or swyping, whatever!

A Chinese learning to sing a Chinese song 夜来香!

A Chinese learning to sing a Chinese song 夜来香!

Singing a Chinese song 夜来香!

I love this Chinese song. 

Being able to sing this song using pinyin was exhilarating, especially with the support and encouraging words from the others!

Listen to me singing this Chinese song 夜来香!

Remembering mum as a gentle and caring nurse

Remembering mum as a gentle and caring nurse

This is a touching piece by Prof. Khairulmaini Osman Salleh ( a former classmate of mine) about his mother, Aini Bte Ahmad, who was an assistant nurse (special grade). 

My mum, 
Aini Bte Ahmad
Mum and I
A cherished moment with my late mother. 
I remembered asking her about sowing beans. She explained that when beans are planted, several processes occur. First, the seeds absorb water and swell, beginning the process known as germination. As the seed coat breaks open, a small root, called a radicle, emerges, starting to grow downward into the soil to anchor the plant and absorb nutrients and water.
Simultaneously, a shoot emerges upward towards the light, eventually breaking through the soil surface. As the plant develops, it forms leaves that enable photosynthesis, allowing the plant to produce energy for further growth. This cycle continues as the plant matures, ultimately producing more beans, completing the growth cycle.

Mothers, they know things!

Note: Btw my late mum started off as a mid-wife aka bidan. She travelled all over Negri Sembilan to deliver babies, during those times i remember life was really hard irrespective who we were.
Ms Chen, i am sorry for your troubles, i just felt that my mum as a nurse she was always there for people irrespective of who they are, i  only want to remember her as the gentle and caring nurse that she was.

Ms. Chen: Prof. Khairul, I am touched by the way you remember your mum!

Unconditionally yours

Unconditionally yours

A father drives his adult son to work

******* a Senyru poem**********

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reporting duty

chauffeured by father daily

to a food outlet

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a master degree

but any job is fine for

he needs therapy

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Papa sits waiting

sips coffee, reads newspaper

four hours the most

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Mother and daughter

she works alongside her girl

washing the dishes

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these two mum and dad

supported their adult child

first few weeks at work

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One with bipolar

and one with schizophrenia

parenting for life

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Seeing these two parents’ support for their adult children’s needs during their rehabilitation journey tells how unconditionally a parent’s love can be.

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One must not forget also the supported- employment opportunity created by kind employers and governmental policies on employment for people with different abilities. 

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Big man, ‘small heart’!

Big man, ‘small heart’!

So much hype about vaccination in recent days. This reminds me of an incident many years ago.

There was this big-sized policeman in an emergency department. He was involved in a minor motor vehicle accident. When the nurse was about to give him an injection on his arm, he jumped out of his bed.

“No, no, no! Not on my arm… maybe my buttock. But wait, wait first!” It took some time before he exposed his back.

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“No, no, no! Wait first!” He pulled back his pants.

“OK, let me wipe the skin first. I won’t give you the injection until you are ready. I will wait for you to count up to ten… slowly. Alright, start counting. Open your mouth wide and count!”

“…nine, ten!” And the nurse was already clearing her tray.

He asked, “are you not going to give me the injection?”

“Given already!” The nurse smiled at him as she walked away.

His wife apologized, “sigh! Such a big man, but such a small heart!”

Hand in hand they walk

Hand in hand they walk (poem-a senyru)

old couple walking while holding hands
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“Careful, here’s a drain,”

his shaky hands reaching out

to guide her across.

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The well-dressed couple must be in their eighties. She wore a hat with a flower. A few Asian Chinese women would do that. They both walked in tiny steps, hand in hand. I watched from my balcony near the main road.
They came across a little drain, about six inches wide. It seemed a big hurdle. It took them five minutes to cross.
The tiny, fragile-looking lady waited passively. The gentleman was fidgeting and thinking of a way to get his lady across. He finally made a ‘big’ jump across the little drain.
It was a feat for his movements and gait looked like one with Parkinson’s disease. And his lady seemed mentally-subdued.
The caretaker of the hostel said their children studied and settled overseas. The old couple prefers twilight years in the warm weather here.

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Quote:-

  1. “I want to hold your hand when we are 80 and say “We made it”
  2. “A perfect marriage is two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other!”

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A Morning Sonnet of “Hope”

A Morning Sonnet of “Hope”

by Prof. Khairulmaini Osman Salleh ( a former classmate of mine).

A Morning Sonnet of “Hope”

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* Why ridicule when we can show respect?
* Why fill our hearts with hate and not with love?
* Why belittle when support is more direct?
* Why seek revenge; forgiveness rises above.
* Why not extend a hand that offers aid?
* Why not be supportive and give advice?
* Why should constructive words go unsaid?
* Why not strive for growth and heed what’s wise?
* Why must we hide and shy from light’s embrace?
* Our choices shape the path that we pursue.
* All of us have the power to trace
* A life where kindness reigns and hearts stay true.
* I choose to live with happiness and grace,
* With humility and humbleness in place.

– khairulmaini –

Nurses the Silent Hands


Nurses the Silent Hands

by Prof. Khairulmaini Osman Salleh ( a former classmate of mine.  His mother was an Assistant Nurse- Special Grade)


* In halls of healing, nurses grace their trade,
* Modern Nightingales with hearts so pure,
* With gentle hands, my mother’s care conveyed,
* In soothing words and firm resolve, secure.
* A friend from distant shores, her calling found,
* In Port Dickson’s embrace, she learned to heal,
* Her presence, solace in the pain unbound,
* A testament to her unyielding zeal.
* As age advances and frailty draws near,
* Their steadfast care becomes our guiding light,
* A world without them, fraught with doubt and fear,
* Their steadfast spirits keep the dark from sight.
* Let us extol their tireless, noble art,
* For nurses hold a special place in every heart.

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The older Prof. Khairulmaini Osman Salleh
The younger Prof. Khairulmaini Osman Salleh

Parkinson’s disease: Three steps forwards and two steps back

Parkinson’s disease: Three steps forwards and two steps back

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When I was a student, I met a male nurse walking a patient with Parkinson’s disease to the toilet.

“He is taking ages at the rate he is walking! It’s like taking three steps forward and two steps backward! I told him it would be faster for him to use a urinal on his bed!” Mr. Lee kept quiet at that remark. His mask-like face showed no expression. With a flexed body, he shuffled in a frustratingly slow, yet festinating gait. His thumb and forefinger rubbed in a pin-rolling tremor.

He never wet because he would request to go to the toilet earlier to avoid losing control of his bladder.

A senior walking pass, “Mr. Lee, I see you are walking and exercising. Very good, keep it up!”

Later the senior called a few of us aside, “be careful what you say! For a headmaster, to lose control over his movements can be a depressing condition. He may keep quiet, but he is sharp. He understood what you said! We need to treat patients with dignity and respect!”

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Not long ago, I met a male retired banker in a pottery class with me.

“I have Parkinson’s disease. That’s why I am here!” He was trying to slow down the progression of motor disability. And he was very creative and tidy in his pottery work!

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Research and management of people with Parkinson’s disease have improved a lot since.

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