This Haiku tells of many young girls’ war in the kitchen, learning how to fry food in hot oil, I would arm myself with a kuali’s cover to avoid the crackling oil!
I used to conduct training in Kuching. One can see many iconic cat statues in the city. There is even a cat muzeum! I love the sea food there!
Historically, the first ruler (a white Rajah) was an Englishman, James Brooke (1841 to 1946).
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People who don’t like cats were probably mice in an earlier life. – Unknown
“Kittens are angels with whiskers.” – ISABEL ABDAI
Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.- Mark Twain
Caring tenderly doting with such endearment adoringly...smooch!
Love and kisses (Photo by Robert Stokoe on Pexels.com))
I have seen varied families upbringings. For some, saying ” I love you” and ‘smooches’ are alien, non-existent and an embarrassment.
Perhaps only when one was a baby: a time when one cannot remember being kissed! This poém envied the many kids and families who express words of love freely.
Warm hugs are plentiful, with the exception in this COVID-19 period, of course!
Terjemahan google ke Bahasa Melayu – Sayang dan ciuman
Merawat dengan lembut bermain dengan penuh kasih sayang memuja … smooch!
Saya telah melihat perkembangan keluarga yang pelbagai. Bagi sebilangan orang, mengatakan “I love you” dan ‘smooches’ mungkin tidak wujud dan memalukan. Mungkin hanya semasa bayi. Masa di mana seseorang tidak ingat dicium! Haiku ini mencemburui ramai kanak-kanak dan keluarga yang meluahkan kata-kata cinta dengan bebas. Pelukan hangat banyak, kecuali dalam tempoh COVID-19 ini, tentu saja!
I grew up in a family where all my siblings were Chinese-educated. But my children grew up speaking English, Malay and Chinese dialect (Hokkien). I started reading the “Peter and Jane” series to them when they were about the age of two. Oh, my kids’ English is about some of the amusing words they used as kids!
Running nose (Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com)
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I came back from work. As I entered the house, my second son greeted me.
“Mum, mum! My nose is running!” he ran on the spot to demonstrate his point! Then he removed the tissue papers, flashing a cute grin and displaying the missing two front teeth!
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Learning English is like duck takes to water for them. They usually scored distinction, even my youngest and special child!
I remember interviewing about 40 couples during a social gathering for breast cancer women about two decades ago. ( I wonder if the answers would still be the same)
One of the questions was: Does a woman need her spouse’s permission or consent to undergo mastectomy to remove her cancerous breast(s).
All Muslim ladies (n=4) said: Yes, we need.
All Chinese women (n=34)said: No, we don’t need.
2 Indian women were unsure: Yes / no
ALL husbands said that they would support their wife to undergo mastectomy. They don’t mind a wife minus a breast or two, but they all want their wife to live longer.
Toh H L: In my twenties, thirties, forties and fifties, I was busy rushing from one activity to the next. Retirement and especially MCO ( lock down) have slowed my life. Watching the sunset regularly is now a hobby and I am finally appreciating the ever changing beauty of nature and the remaining bit of my life. I want to live life like what the poem Davies wrote:
"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can,
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
Ravethy and I couldn't find
the way back to our hotel.
The road signs then
were all in Japanese.
Even the road map brochure
was of no help.
And, it was getting darker.
We were delighted
when we saw a man in uniform.
He was very happy to help;
rattling away to me
(in Japanese)
both palms together
pointing forwards,
then his right hand
directing to the right...
brushing aside my attempts
with crossed hands
and shaking head
to say I did not understand!
Sigh! We stood by
the road side again!
The baseball game was over
at a nearby stadium.
We were lucky to find
a fellow Singaporean
to explain the route to us.
It was only
a ten minutes walk away!
That was in the 1990s.
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Four years ago, I went back again to Japan. I found that more Japanese people could speak English. The signs and maps seem easier to read. I learned to speak some simple Japanese, too!
The uniformed man had mistaken me for a Japanese. Last week a fellow blogger addressed me as a Korean! Not long ago another thought I was a Taiwanese!
A face and a name can be misleading!
I am from Malaysia! My ancestors were from Hainan island, China.
I grew up in a family where all my siblings were Chinese-educated. But my children grew up speaking English, Malay and Chinese dialect (Hokkien). I started reading the “Peter and Jane” series to them when they were about the age of two. Oh, my kids’ English is about some of the amusing words they used as kids!