Auld Lang Syne
Goodbye 2008. It has been a momentous year.
A year of of personal challenges and triumphs; of losses and gains; of friendships tested and new bonds built.
I hope that 2009 will be just as interesting.
There are so many things I hope to happen.
My own resolutions are plenty...which I hope I will be able to carry out successfully.
Happy New Year to all who read this blog.
May 09 bring a lot of good things and an abundance of blessings and prosperity.
*** In 2 weeks, some very important results will be released.
Meanwhile...the wait is excruciating for some...who are on tentherhooks, and full of self-doubts. I share the same sentiments...
But lets face this together...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Food for Thought
Food for Thought
Today was a good day for learning and raising self-awareness.
As usual, we had our year-end school-based workshop...and this morning's talk by Mr Jason Wong was the most heart-felt and inspiring ones I have heard in a long time.
I have been talking about change of mindsets and perspectives...and guess what, whatever he said somehow made all the right connections.
Who is Jason Wong?
Well, he was the man who probably transformed our prison systems into one with a heart...He spearheaded the yellow ribbon project...and was partly responsible for a transformational change in the way we give even the most 'hardcore' of people...a new lease in life.
There are many takeaways from his hour long speech. He claims not to be a motivational speaker, but he spoke from the heart...and the whole beauty of it all was that, all that he touched on...are relevant to the situation I face in school; and in life.
One of the most profound statements he said is this.
"Before you can start doing...you have to start seeing first."
Let me put this into context...We are often in a hurry to do and do a lot of things. But how many times have we been able to visualise the process and the outcomes we want in mind?
"I saw the angel trapped in stone, and I set him free" - Michelangelo, the sculptor, was able to see beyond the hard piece of marble, and loving carved his beautiful creation. How many of us may not be artistically gifted as him...but are we able to see beyond the physical side of things?
He posed something else as food for thought. How many times have we been able to 'see' the potential in our children...and students. Or are we sometimes held back by our own fixed mindsets.
Very often, the institution where I teach prides itself with the tag "a journey into refinement"...and that we feel our we have a noble job of a master craftman who carefully cuts and polishes gems. But...I question myself here...how much have I contributed to this belief? How much have my actions proved to be true to that statement?
If a change is to take place, it must begin with me.
So while I make this new journey...I must know the direction I want to take, and must not lose sight of the values that anchors me in life.
I am still in the process of making resolutions for 09. And today's talk has affirmed that I must not lose sight of the belief that there is good in each and every child who comes under my wing.
I think, under the yellow ribbon advertisments, there is this tag line "We must always look for the sparkle, even though we are trained to look for flaws!" Wow! Whoever came up with that, I salute you...for something so simple and meaningful. I hope that I will always be reminded of that when I find myself so worked up when face with challenges in class.
Hmmm...there are so many things I feel I want to write about.
But I shall leave them for another entry.
Dear God,
It's so amazing how you have shown me the light and your Nur in so many ways. Thank you for putting my mind at ease, and helping me prepare for the journey I am going to undertake. Grant me the self-awareness to be able to understand all that has happened, is happening, and will happen in Your grand scheme of things.
Ameen.
Today was a good day for learning and raising self-awareness.
As usual, we had our year-end school-based workshop...and this morning's talk by Mr Jason Wong was the most heart-felt and inspiring ones I have heard in a long time.
I have been talking about change of mindsets and perspectives...and guess what, whatever he said somehow made all the right connections.
Who is Jason Wong?
Well, he was the man who probably transformed our prison systems into one with a heart...He spearheaded the yellow ribbon project...and was partly responsible for a transformational change in the way we give even the most 'hardcore' of people...a new lease in life.
There are many takeaways from his hour long speech. He claims not to be a motivational speaker, but he spoke from the heart...and the whole beauty of it all was that, all that he touched on...are relevant to the situation I face in school; and in life.
One of the most profound statements he said is this.
"Before you can start doing...you have to start seeing first."
Let me put this into context...We are often in a hurry to do and do a lot of things. But how many times have we been able to visualise the process and the outcomes we want in mind?
"I saw the angel trapped in stone, and I set him free" - Michelangelo, the sculptor, was able to see beyond the hard piece of marble, and loving carved his beautiful creation. How many of us may not be artistically gifted as him...but are we able to see beyond the physical side of things?
He posed something else as food for thought. How many times have we been able to 'see' the potential in our children...and students. Or are we sometimes held back by our own fixed mindsets.
Very often, the institution where I teach prides itself with the tag "a journey into refinement"...and that we feel our we have a noble job of a master craftman who carefully cuts and polishes gems. But...I question myself here...how much have I contributed to this belief? How much have my actions proved to be true to that statement?
If a change is to take place, it must begin with me.
So while I make this new journey...I must know the direction I want to take, and must not lose sight of the values that anchors me in life.
I am still in the process of making resolutions for 09. And today's talk has affirmed that I must not lose sight of the belief that there is good in each and every child who comes under my wing.
I think, under the yellow ribbon advertisments, there is this tag line "We must always look for the sparkle, even though we are trained to look for flaws!" Wow! Whoever came up with that, I salute you...for something so simple and meaningful. I hope that I will always be reminded of that when I find myself so worked up when face with challenges in class.
Hmmm...there are so many things I feel I want to write about.
But I shall leave them for another entry.
Dear God,
It's so amazing how you have shown me the light and your Nur in so many ways. Thank you for putting my mind at ease, and helping me prepare for the journey I am going to undertake. Grant me the self-awareness to be able to understand all that has happened, is happening, and will happen in Your grand scheme of things.
Ameen.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Let Go...for Time will Heal
Let Go...for Time Will Heal
(to the one who is hurting)
Yesterday, I wrote about moving on...having a shift in mindset and perspectives. I think before we can move on, we should also examine some of the things that are stopping us from making progress...for we are sometimes chained to our past.
One thing for sure is that we cannot change the past. That is the reality of the situation. Neither can we predict the future )no matter how advanced we are today)...for there are so many factors coming into play. We need to be careful that we do not allow ourselves to be stagnant, or in a limbo because we cannot move forward nor backwards.
I think those of us who stive for perfection will find ourselves disappointed over and over again. Man proposes, and God disposes may seem rather scary to some...but that is the truth. Life's circumstances are not always what we wish them to be, and that things do not go as planned. When that happens, there is always disappointment, sadness, and even pain.
I am the first to admit that yes, it is very difficult to shake off the "What ifs..." "If only..." and "Why me?"...the past is best left in the past...Yes, we need to learn from our mistakes...so that we are not likely to make them again.
We will always remember pain..but do not allow it to consume us. I think the one thing we do have control over is our own values and emotions. Fate and destiny cannot take that away...really. We need to rebuild and restore our lives...no matter how broken the pieces may seem.
To recover...we need to let go...
To regain hope...we must heal all wounds
To reclaim our lives...we must believe in the positive
To grow...we must be renew the faith we have...in God, and ourselves.
There is very little that hurt us once we release our minds and spirits from what we have allowed ourselves to think.
For a special someone...I hope I make sense...
May you find comfort and reason in what I have said.
I will always believe in you....
(to the one who is hurting)
Yesterday, I wrote about moving on...having a shift in mindset and perspectives. I think before we can move on, we should also examine some of the things that are stopping us from making progress...for we are sometimes chained to our past.
One thing for sure is that we cannot change the past. That is the reality of the situation. Neither can we predict the future )no matter how advanced we are today)...for there are so many factors coming into play. We need to be careful that we do not allow ourselves to be stagnant, or in a limbo because we cannot move forward nor backwards.
I think those of us who stive for perfection will find ourselves disappointed over and over again. Man proposes, and God disposes may seem rather scary to some...but that is the truth. Life's circumstances are not always what we wish them to be, and that things do not go as planned. When that happens, there is always disappointment, sadness, and even pain.
I am the first to admit that yes, it is very difficult to shake off the "What ifs..." "If only..." and "Why me?"...the past is best left in the past...Yes, we need to learn from our mistakes...so that we are not likely to make them again.
We will always remember pain..but do not allow it to consume us. I think the one thing we do have control over is our own values and emotions. Fate and destiny cannot take that away...really. We need to rebuild and restore our lives...no matter how broken the pieces may seem.
To recover...we need to let go...
To regain hope...we must heal all wounds
To reclaim our lives...we must believe in the positive
To grow...we must be renew the faith we have...in God, and ourselves.
There is very little that hurt us once we release our minds and spirits from what we have allowed ourselves to think.
For a special someone...I hope I make sense...
May you find comfort and reason in what I have said.
I will always believe in you....
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Salam Maal Hijrah
Salam Maal Hijrah
This evening, at sunset, marks the beginning of the new Islamic year. So I am 'celebrating' new beginnings twice within the week. Instead of marking the event with countdowns and merry-making, I am taking the opportunity to reflect on the things that has happened; and most importantly, think about mortality with the passing of time.
2008...an eventful year. On a larger scale, the world has seen its fair share of upheavals, of pain and suffering, of disasters and catastrophes, of triumphs and victories.
I have had my own fair share too; with personal successes...and failures. Of good things and bad; and of very scary moments.
Sometimes, I envision my life slipping away as the sand falls through the hourglass.It is a frightening thought, but one that really helps me put a lot of things in life into focus. How do I live life to the fullest, and at the same time, live, as if I will not live tomorrow?
Hijrah...it means basically 'to move'
So today, I suppose will mean a move towards something better, something that would improve the qualities I have as a human being. A paradigm shift in mindset would also be in order...so that I can find room for me to grow as a wife, mother, child, teacher, and friend.
It's a time for quiet prayers today.
Dear God,
Thank you for all the blessings I have received in life; those I can see, and those that I take for granted.
I seek for forgiveness for my faults, my flaws, my misdeeds and my sins.
Guide me to become a better person, and help me through this journey of my life.
Help me be strong spiritually to meet the challenges I face.
Grant me the wisdom to make learned choices that will determine the steps I take.
Protect me from my own weaknessess...so that I will falter less.
Show me the way to peace and serenity.
Please also bless and watch over the important people in my life...My hubby, my kids, my parents and extended family. Help them through their journey too, with acceptance and the will to keep on improving themselves.
A special prayer too...for my friends..both old and new.
For my beautiful 'children' who over the years, have enriched my life. [and for a special child, E, who returned home today]
And finally, a prayer for the world...
May the new year bring hope and love...for all of Allah's creations.
Ameen...Ameen...Ya' Rab bal Al-amin.
Happy New Year everyone.
p/s: the creator of my old blogskin did something to it...hence I 'lost' the design...now trying some to see if any suits me.
This evening, at sunset, marks the beginning of the new Islamic year. So I am 'celebrating' new beginnings twice within the week. Instead of marking the event with countdowns and merry-making, I am taking the opportunity to reflect on the things that has happened; and most importantly, think about mortality with the passing of time.
2008...an eventful year. On a larger scale, the world has seen its fair share of upheavals, of pain and suffering, of disasters and catastrophes, of triumphs and victories.
I have had my own fair share too; with personal successes...and failures. Of good things and bad; and of very scary moments.
Sometimes, I envision my life slipping away as the sand falls through the hourglass.It is a frightening thought, but one that really helps me put a lot of things in life into focus. How do I live life to the fullest, and at the same time, live, as if I will not live tomorrow?
Hijrah...it means basically 'to move'
So today, I suppose will mean a move towards something better, something that would improve the qualities I have as a human being. A paradigm shift in mindset would also be in order...so that I can find room for me to grow as a wife, mother, child, teacher, and friend.
It's a time for quiet prayers today.
Dear God,
Thank you for all the blessings I have received in life; those I can see, and those that I take for granted.
I seek for forgiveness for my faults, my flaws, my misdeeds and my sins.
Guide me to become a better person, and help me through this journey of my life.
Help me be strong spiritually to meet the challenges I face.
Grant me the wisdom to make learned choices that will determine the steps I take.
Protect me from my own weaknessess...so that I will falter less.
Show me the way to peace and serenity.
Please also bless and watch over the important people in my life...My hubby, my kids, my parents and extended family. Help them through their journey too, with acceptance and the will to keep on improving themselves.
A special prayer too...for my friends..both old and new.
For my beautiful 'children' who over the years, have enriched my life. [and for a special child, E, who returned home today]
And finally, a prayer for the world...
May the new year bring hope and love...for all of Allah's creations.
Ameen...Ameen...Ya' Rab bal Al-amin.
Happy New Year everyone.
p/s: the creator of my old blogskin did something to it...hence I 'lost' the design...now trying some to see if any suits me.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Jelly Legs
Jelly Legs
Not long ago, I wrote about all the phobias I think I have. Yup, my idiocyncracies are plenty, and they manifest themselves in many ways. But as age catches up with me, I think I am becoming more and more moronic.
Case taken in point...
Last night I went to have dinner with the hubby and kids at the airport(Yea..great bonding time lately). We took the bus down to T1 and took the shuttle to T2. Had a nice dinner with the kids talking endlessly.
So far, so good.
Now of course...if I go to the airport, no trip there would be complete without without a visit to my most favourite shop...Candy Empire! But it was getting late, and T3 is on the other side of the road. I was contemplating whether or not to top up my supplies of Cadbury Flakes.
Apparently, Zarifah has friends who has shown her 'short-cuts' (Aha! My girl has been gallavanting huh?!!!) Anyway, I was told that the shortest route from T2 to T3 is to use the MRT station and "cross the bridge".
How bad can crossing the bridge be right? After all, I have been on overhead bridges often. Tat! Wrong answer. Not if that bridge is made of glass!
Those of you who have been to the Changi Airport MRT would have seen the transluscent glass floor. The ride down the escalator had already made me dizzy, and goose bumps were forming on my arms.
Then came the MISTAKE!.
My first step onto the glass floor was between the rubbery material and the hard glass. How do I describe the sensation? Immediately, all the senses went on high alert, and the legs turned to jelly. Instinctively, I gripped my hubby's hand.
I think I told you that my reaction to fear or pain will be to burst out laughing. So I must have been quite a sight. A hyper giggly 'auntie' who looked as if she had been high after sniffing glue.
I could not walk straight...( the Malays call it 'kengkang')and swaying left and right. Hey, the floor seemed so unsteady...I could not stop laughing...and had tears streaming down my face. So a 10 minute walk seemed like an eternity. I was drunk with fear! (much to the amusement of my kids)
So thank you very much...
The next time I decide to cross over from T2 to T3, I shall take the bus.
In the meantime, can someone help me?
Not long ago, I wrote about all the phobias I think I have. Yup, my idiocyncracies are plenty, and they manifest themselves in many ways. But as age catches up with me, I think I am becoming more and more moronic.
Case taken in point...
Last night I went to have dinner with the hubby and kids at the airport(Yea..great bonding time lately). We took the bus down to T1 and took the shuttle to T2. Had a nice dinner with the kids talking endlessly.
So far, so good.
Now of course...if I go to the airport, no trip there would be complete without without a visit to my most favourite shop...Candy Empire! But it was getting late, and T3 is on the other side of the road. I was contemplating whether or not to top up my supplies of Cadbury Flakes.
Apparently, Zarifah has friends who has shown her 'short-cuts' (Aha! My girl has been gallavanting huh?!!!) Anyway, I was told that the shortest route from T2 to T3 is to use the MRT station and "cross the bridge".
How bad can crossing the bridge be right? After all, I have been on overhead bridges often. Tat! Wrong answer. Not if that bridge is made of glass!
Those of you who have been to the Changi Airport MRT would have seen the transluscent glass floor. The ride down the escalator had already made me dizzy, and goose bumps were forming on my arms.
Then came the MISTAKE!.
My first step onto the glass floor was between the rubbery material and the hard glass. How do I describe the sensation? Immediately, all the senses went on high alert, and the legs turned to jelly. Instinctively, I gripped my hubby's hand.
I think I told you that my reaction to fear or pain will be to burst out laughing. So I must have been quite a sight. A hyper giggly 'auntie' who looked as if she had been high after sniffing glue.
I could not walk straight...( the Malays call it 'kengkang')and swaying left and right. Hey, the floor seemed so unsteady...I could not stop laughing...and had tears streaming down my face. So a 10 minute walk seemed like an eternity. I was drunk with fear! (much to the amusement of my kids)
So thank you very much...
The next time I decide to cross over from T2 to T3, I shall take the bus.
In the meantime, can someone help me?
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Faces in the Photograph
The Faces in the Photograph
(for the class of 1989-1993)
The one thing that is fun about spring cleaning is of course finding things that I thought had long been lost. One such item is the black and white photograph of my first batch of 'babies'
Why do I call them babies?
They are all grown up..probably between 33-34 now...Young men and women who have gone out and made their mark in the world. Some have settled down and have children of their own. Most have good jobs, and through Facebook, I have managed to catch up with a few of them.
Yet...like I have said before, there is something about these group of kids who grew up with me. As a young, naive teacher, I was full of ideals then. I had lots of dreams to being able to reach out to my charges, and filling up their minds with all kinds of knowledge.
Hahaha...sometimes, I think it feels as though I learnt more from my kids...than they learnt from me. I had lead a sheltered life; from a good home and family, and good schools. Nothing really prepared me for the various challenges I face dealing with the class 1N5....
How many times did I feel like giving up and throwing in the towel? Plenty...when I saw my idealism being shot down...and having to deal with real life issues which affected their lives. I felt dejected, deflated...demoralised...for all the images of educating young eager minds so very often get crushed by grim reality.
But...there were so many high points too...
We laughed and smiled...we fought and made up. We learned to forgive, and make up.
Thanks for the memories people.
You will always be special.
(for the class of 1989-1993)
The one thing that is fun about spring cleaning is of course finding things that I thought had long been lost. One such item is the black and white photograph of my first batch of 'babies'
Why do I call them babies?
They are all grown up..probably between 33-34 now...Young men and women who have gone out and made their mark in the world. Some have settled down and have children of their own. Most have good jobs, and through Facebook, I have managed to catch up with a few of them.
Yet...like I have said before, there is something about these group of kids who grew up with me. As a young, naive teacher, I was full of ideals then. I had lots of dreams to being able to reach out to my charges, and filling up their minds with all kinds of knowledge.
Hahaha...sometimes, I think it feels as though I learnt more from my kids...than they learnt from me. I had lead a sheltered life; from a good home and family, and good schools. Nothing really prepared me for the various challenges I face dealing with the class 1N5....
How many times did I feel like giving up and throwing in the towel? Plenty...when I saw my idealism being shot down...and having to deal with real life issues which affected their lives. I felt dejected, deflated...demoralised...for all the images of educating young eager minds so very often get crushed by grim reality.
But...there were so many high points too...
We laughed and smiled...we fought and made up. We learned to forgive, and make up.
Thanks for the memories people.
You will always be special.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
Some of my old friends have discovered Facebook...and mind you, in the hands of the 'older group', the social networking site has become a pretty powerful tool. People of my generation really use it to touch base with old acquaintances, and it has helped to get connected with long lost friends.
Unlike some of the younger crowd, it is not about 'collecting' as many friends as possible. We add mostly people we know, and some of us really keep the social circle small. And although Facebook is quite 'open', it still somehow feels cosy.(at least the way my circle has used it)
Hahahaha...
Most of my old friends are on a nostalgic trip down memory lane. You see, most of us are of an age where our kids are in secondary schools and college...And that of course, it one of the 'fun-nest' times of our lives. So when old pictures are posted, everybody gets so excited.
I have been very lucky.
At each stage of my life, I have had many wonderful friends.
People I played and grew up with; people who stuck with me through thick and thin.
But I must say that some of the most special ones...are my JC heroes.
When I made the move not to follow the crowd and go to Catholic Junior college with the rest of my friends, I never dreamt that I would cross paths with the group over at ACJC.
Those were really special times...with the good moments and the bad.
But a special mention to the following guys...whose friendship with me have grown till today...even with our extended families.
Thanks...Ahmad, Irzan, Naz, Fendi, Jimmy & Aziz...you know why.
This one's for you:
THATS WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR - Various Artists
Some of my old friends have discovered Facebook...and mind you, in the hands of the 'older group', the social networking site has become a pretty powerful tool. People of my generation really use it to touch base with old acquaintances, and it has helped to get connected with long lost friends.
Unlike some of the younger crowd, it is not about 'collecting' as many friends as possible. We add mostly people we know, and some of us really keep the social circle small. And although Facebook is quite 'open', it still somehow feels cosy.(at least the way my circle has used it)
Hahahaha...
Most of my old friends are on a nostalgic trip down memory lane. You see, most of us are of an age where our kids are in secondary schools and college...And that of course, it one of the 'fun-nest' times of our lives. So when old pictures are posted, everybody gets so excited.
I have been very lucky.
At each stage of my life, I have had many wonderful friends.
People I played and grew up with; people who stuck with me through thick and thin.
But I must say that some of the most special ones...are my JC heroes.
When I made the move not to follow the crowd and go to Catholic Junior college with the rest of my friends, I never dreamt that I would cross paths with the group over at ACJC.
Those were really special times...with the good moments and the bad.
But a special mention to the following guys...whose friendship with me have grown till today...even with our extended families.
Thanks...Ahmad, Irzan, Naz, Fendi, Jimmy & Aziz...you know why.
This one's for you:
THATS WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR - Various Artists
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Confessions of a Harried Mum
Confessions of a Harried Mum
(who is losing her hair)
I think the things that happened this holiday have set me on a sharp learning curve...no, not the academic kind. I went to the school of hard knocks( ouch!ouch!ouch!)and learnt a lot of new things, unlearn some of the things I thought I know, and of course, re-learn some pretty cool stuff.
It's bad enough that I am an absolute klutz when it comes to domesticated matters, but somehow the idea of retail therapy to help revive the economy does not quite appeal to me lately. So staying home to play mum helped me discover a great deal about myself...and a homo sapien sub-species called children.
I am asking that age old question. How come my off-springs have such different personalities when basically the share the same genetic makeup? It's bad enough they all have little resemblance to each other, and come in assortment of sizes... it is like I was in the genetic pool potluck when I had them.
A tween, a teen and a teen-going-into-I-got-wings stage bring about very different set of problems. Not only are their tastes and interests varied, their needs are also varied...and oh, so are the problems.
And since I have been tagged to do that 10 Things People Do Not Know about me...here's the Dazed Mother's Version.
1. I get 'lost in translation' when I hear teenagers speak. All I hear is LOUD SOUNDS and DEMANDs...so when I don't quite 'geddit', I just stare into the child's face until he gives up even trying to ask.
2. When Zarifah was born, it was 11.25am on a Saturday morning. Why do I remember it so well? The TV was showing Mighty Morphin Power Rangers...and in the middle of labour pains...it was going "Go Go Power Ranger"! No wonder she went through a stage where she would not want to wear anything else but Power Ranger clothes (even on hari raya day!)
3. I believe in the power of positive reinforcement. To toilet-train Zafran, he was rewarded with a toy car each time he could use the potty. Hence the 300-odd cars we now have in collection (that alone cost more than what I saved on diapers!)
4. No child of mind is ever going to ride a motor-cycle. I have drilled it into their heads so that they can atomatically chant.."I can't ride a bike...for my Mama will cry!" Well, hooray for Mother Power...[god knows how long that mantra can stick]
5. When the two boys were younger, they both had their fair share of knocks and falls. Somehow, each suffered a black eye...and I had to be 'interrogated' by the doctor at the A&E to ensure that I had not physically abused my children!
6. My lullabies had a tendency to make the children cry rather than sleep...Akmal especially, will have tears running down his cheeks when he heard my rendition of "Nian Bo Bo"...sob.sob
7. I play an excellent 'pepsi-cola' or what-u-might-callit game...you know, the one with the handgrip, and people trying to thumb you down. The kids think twice about playing that with me.You see, while they can thumb me me...I can grip their hands in a gridlock...and they can't let go. (Wanna challenge Zafran?)
8. Akmal gets frustrated when he plays 'tickle monster' with me. As a mum, I know all my kids most vulnerable and ticklish spots. So I can tickle them until they beg for mercy...Unfortunately, they do not know mine!
9. No one in the house gets to buy their hari raya clothes until I get mine done...(and sorry kiddoes...I look horrible in black...and too fat in white)...hmmm shall I get pink next year guys?
10. No matter how big the issue, or how complicated...I know I will win...Why? All I have to tell the kids is this: "I am your mother...." Kekekeke
I know the above was done tongue-in-cheek...but seriously, it is tough being a mother. There is no such thing as a perfect mother, and it is a constant -on-the-job' training that I get to do every day. But I love it, and wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
(who is losing her hair)
I think the things that happened this holiday have set me on a sharp learning curve...no, not the academic kind. I went to the school of hard knocks( ouch!ouch!ouch!)and learnt a lot of new things, unlearn some of the things I thought I know, and of course, re-learn some pretty cool stuff.
It's bad enough that I am an absolute klutz when it comes to domesticated matters, but somehow the idea of retail therapy to help revive the economy does not quite appeal to me lately. So staying home to play mum helped me discover a great deal about myself...and a homo sapien sub-species called children.
I am asking that age old question. How come my off-springs have such different personalities when basically the share the same genetic makeup? It's bad enough they all have little resemblance to each other, and come in assortment of sizes... it is like I was in the genetic pool potluck when I had them.
A tween, a teen and a teen-going-into-I-got-wings stage bring about very different set of problems. Not only are their tastes and interests varied, their needs are also varied...and oh, so are the problems.
And since I have been tagged to do that 10 Things People Do Not Know about me...here's the Dazed Mother's Version.
1. I get 'lost in translation' when I hear teenagers speak. All I hear is LOUD SOUNDS and DEMANDs...so when I don't quite 'geddit', I just stare into the child's face until he gives up even trying to ask.
2. When Zarifah was born, it was 11.25am on a Saturday morning. Why do I remember it so well? The TV was showing Mighty Morphin Power Rangers...and in the middle of labour pains...it was going "Go Go Power Ranger"! No wonder she went through a stage where she would not want to wear anything else but Power Ranger clothes (even on hari raya day!)
3. I believe in the power of positive reinforcement. To toilet-train Zafran, he was rewarded with a toy car each time he could use the potty. Hence the 300-odd cars we now have in collection (that alone cost more than what I saved on diapers!)
4. No child of mind is ever going to ride a motor-cycle. I have drilled it into their heads so that they can atomatically chant.."I can't ride a bike...for my Mama will cry!" Well, hooray for Mother Power...[god knows how long that mantra can stick]
5. When the two boys were younger, they both had their fair share of knocks and falls. Somehow, each suffered a black eye...and I had to be 'interrogated' by the doctor at the A&E to ensure that I had not physically abused my children!
6. My lullabies had a tendency to make the children cry rather than sleep...Akmal especially, will have tears running down his cheeks when he heard my rendition of "Nian Bo Bo"...sob.sob
7. I play an excellent 'pepsi-cola' or what-u-might-callit game...you know, the one with the handgrip, and people trying to thumb you down. The kids think twice about playing that with me.You see, while they can thumb me me...I can grip their hands in a gridlock...and they can't let go. (Wanna challenge Zafran?)
8. Akmal gets frustrated when he plays 'tickle monster' with me. As a mum, I know all my kids most vulnerable and ticklish spots. So I can tickle them until they beg for mercy...Unfortunately, they do not know mine!
9. No one in the house gets to buy their hari raya clothes until I get mine done...(and sorry kiddoes...I look horrible in black...and too fat in white)...hmmm shall I get pink next year guys?
10. No matter how big the issue, or how complicated...I know I will win...Why? All I have to tell the kids is this: "I am your mother...." Kekekeke
I know the above was done tongue-in-cheek...but seriously, it is tough being a mother. There is no such thing as a perfect mother, and it is a constant -on-the-job' training that I get to do every day. But I love it, and wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
Idiot Proof Spaghetti
Idiot Proof Spaghetti
(Things to do during the holidays)
I know that some of you say that you are bored stiff staying at home not knowing what to do. So why not pick up a new skill? Cooking is something that you can learn, and it can be quite easy actually.
I must say, I am NOT a great cook...but thanks...some of you who have come over seem to enjoy what I have served you, and really, so far, no one has died of food poisoning. And I remember how one group (of 3 people) polished off a whole pot of sabsuka in one sitting....wow!
Let me say that as a working person, one of the secrets of cooking is to enjoy the whole process of experimenting. To save time, I use bottled or canned sauces, or other pre-mix stuff...but...you must always add 'secret ingredients'. This makes whatever stuff you are cooking actually taste better.
So here's my challenge to some of you there.
Idiot Proof Spaghetti
1.500g minced beef (hey...thaw first...kekekeke don't lump the whole frozen chunk puhlez)...{vegetarians / and non-carnivores,...get yourselves lots of fresh mushrooms)
2. 1 Bottle of Leggos Spaghetti Sauce ( I like mushroom)or the brand of your choice
3. 1 onion (chopped...if you are lazy...just slice)
4. 3 tablespoons olive oil
5. pinch of Italian seasoning (find this at the spice counter)
6. 3 teaspoons of sugar.
How to make the sauce:
a) Heat saucepan. Add the olive oil.
b) Add chopped onions. Stir to 'sweat onions' (meaning - do not let it burnlah!)
c) Throw in the minced beef (or chicken)...stir till meat is nicely browned.
- for vegetarians...this is when you may want to saute your mushrooms.
d) Add the italian season and stir till there is a nice smell...(again...not burnt!)
e) Pour the sauce into the mixture. Add water to the bottle (about half) so as not
to waste the bits...and add. [do not add if you want your sauce thick]
f) Add in the sugar and pray..."God, please let this taste delicious".
g) Let it simmer over a slow flame for about 15 minutes.
Now here is the secret to good pasta. For an inexperienced person, it is tough to get the pasta el dente (just nicely cooked lah). So when you purchase the pasta...go for angel hair, or vermicelli instead of spaghetti (basically, they just differ in terms of thickness). Angel hair works best cos it cooks faster, and seems to absorb the sauce better.
Pasta.
1. Place water in a large pot (big enough to submerge the pasta).
2. Add a dash of salt and oil to the water.
3. When the water is boiling vigorously (there must be bubbles...like jacuzzi),add the angel hair.
4. Work with a pair of tongs, so that you can test the pasta. It will be springy...not soggy.
5. Once cooked, toss the pasta in a colander to drain. "wash' with cold water to stop the cooking process...and drizzle oil over the spaghetti to prevent it from sticking.
You can then serve the food immediately.
Add eggs if you wish and some salad, or top with with parmesan cheese (those who like the smelly stuff).
Try ok? You will not regret it?
(Things to do during the holidays)
I know that some of you say that you are bored stiff staying at home not knowing what to do. So why not pick up a new skill? Cooking is something that you can learn, and it can be quite easy actually.
I must say, I am NOT a great cook...but thanks...some of you who have come over seem to enjoy what I have served you, and really, so far, no one has died of food poisoning. And I remember how one group (of 3 people) polished off a whole pot of sabsuka in one sitting....wow!
Let me say that as a working person, one of the secrets of cooking is to enjoy the whole process of experimenting. To save time, I use bottled or canned sauces, or other pre-mix stuff...but...you must always add 'secret ingredients'. This makes whatever stuff you are cooking actually taste better.
So here's my challenge to some of you there.
Idiot Proof Spaghetti
1.500g minced beef (hey...thaw first...kekekeke don't lump the whole frozen chunk puhlez)...{vegetarians / and non-carnivores,...get yourselves lots of fresh mushrooms)
2. 1 Bottle of Leggos Spaghetti Sauce ( I like mushroom)or the brand of your choice
3. 1 onion (chopped...if you are lazy...just slice)
4. 3 tablespoons olive oil
5. pinch of Italian seasoning (find this at the spice counter)
6. 3 teaspoons of sugar.
How to make the sauce:
a) Heat saucepan. Add the olive oil.
b) Add chopped onions. Stir to 'sweat onions' (meaning - do not let it burnlah!)
c) Throw in the minced beef (or chicken)...stir till meat is nicely browned.
- for vegetarians...this is when you may want to saute your mushrooms.
d) Add the italian season and stir till there is a nice smell...(again...not burnt!)
e) Pour the sauce into the mixture. Add water to the bottle (about half) so as not
to waste the bits...and add. [do not add if you want your sauce thick]
f) Add in the sugar and pray..."God, please let this taste delicious".
g) Let it simmer over a slow flame for about 15 minutes.
Now here is the secret to good pasta. For an inexperienced person, it is tough to get the pasta el dente (just nicely cooked lah). So when you purchase the pasta...go for angel hair, or vermicelli instead of spaghetti (basically, they just differ in terms of thickness). Angel hair works best cos it cooks faster, and seems to absorb the sauce better.
Pasta.
1. Place water in a large pot (big enough to submerge the pasta).
2. Add a dash of salt and oil to the water.
3. When the water is boiling vigorously (there must be bubbles...like jacuzzi),add the angel hair.
4. Work with a pair of tongs, so that you can test the pasta. It will be springy...not soggy.
5. Once cooked, toss the pasta in a colander to drain. "wash' with cold water to stop the cooking process...and drizzle oil over the spaghetti to prevent it from sticking.
You can then serve the food immediately.
Add eggs if you wish and some salad, or top with with parmesan cheese (those who like the smelly stuff).
Try ok? You will not regret it?
Friday, December 19, 2008
Writer's Block?
Writer's Block?
Haha...It's seems my brain is also taking a break.
I can't seem to be able to finish up any entry for the past few days. So I have daily doses still stored as drafts, in incomplete form.
I know I am not a prolific blog writer. Though there are times when I feel like the words can just flow, and my fingers just keep typing on the keyboard.
Time heals...and it is good to withdraw once in a while.
Sometimes, in order for us to move forward, we need to retreat within our own selves, to re-discover certain things.
Once such discover is this...
We need to let go of the past...we learn from experiences that have shaped us. It should not hold us back. It is our fears that put us in a fix. So the most important thing is that , we also learn to forgive ourselves too...and make amends with the inner turmoil.
Trust me, you will be a stronger person because of it.
Haha...It's seems my brain is also taking a break.
I can't seem to be able to finish up any entry for the past few days. So I have daily doses still stored as drafts, in incomplete form.
I know I am not a prolific blog writer. Though there are times when I feel like the words can just flow, and my fingers just keep typing on the keyboard.
Time heals...and it is good to withdraw once in a while.
Sometimes, in order for us to move forward, we need to retreat within our own selves, to re-discover certain things.
Once such discover is this...
We need to let go of the past...we learn from experiences that have shaped us. It should not hold us back. It is our fears that put us in a fix. So the most important thing is that , we also learn to forgive ourselves too...and make amends with the inner turmoil.
Trust me, you will be a stronger person because of it.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I Want to hold Your Hand
I Want to Hold Your Hand
(random musing)
I think that besides air, water and food (in that order), the next basic human need is the sense of touch...by another human hand. Of course, this can happen in many forms; from a simple handshake to a warm embrace, we all can do much better when we make the connection with another human being.
When a baby is born, and all his Moro reflexes are activated, you will see him appear 'startled'. In our culture, babies are swathed and bundled snuggly - so that they feel safe and secure (though babies nowadays are left 'free'...no wonder these kids are so active and hyper). But watch babies, and how they are soothed by cuddles, and how the simple back rubs to 'burp' them calms them down.
We all know this feeling...the effect that the gentle, comforting touch has on us.
(I emphasise on the word 'gentle'...for some of you out there are laughing now, I know. How come a claustrophobic person like me speak so glowingly about the power of a touch when I am jumpy when people come to close?)
Maybe let me put this into my perspective.
In my religion, it is 'frowned upon' and not permissible for the opposite genders to touch as long as there are no blood ties. So I am not propogating that.
This is what I think we should reflect upon.
I am glad, that my children, still enjoy their hugs and occasional kisses on the forehead as signs of affection...that they 'salam' (kiss the hand) of their Mama before they leave, and as they come home...for I feel respected.
I am happy that my children do reach out for my hand when we walk around, and now, lead me to cross the road...and throw spontaneous hugs in their way of saying thank you...for I feel appreciated.
I am glad that my hubby make me hook my arm on his...and that, to this day, we still are able to hold hands in public...for I feel loved.
I am grateful that my parents still ruffle my head, or run a hand down my face...for I feel blessed.
And in school, I am glad that on occasions, I am able to place a comforting hand on a shoulder,a high-five with one who has achieved success, or even hold someone's hands as I watch the tears fall...for I feel useful.
Family does come first you know...the people who matter most in your life.
So if you have read this, and understood...go and affirm the people who mean so much with you with the power of a touch...
Can you high 5 me? (and tag if you are done?)
(random musing)
I think that besides air, water and food (in that order), the next basic human need is the sense of touch...by another human hand. Of course, this can happen in many forms; from a simple handshake to a warm embrace, we all can do much better when we make the connection with another human being.
When a baby is born, and all his Moro reflexes are activated, you will see him appear 'startled'. In our culture, babies are swathed and bundled snuggly - so that they feel safe and secure (though babies nowadays are left 'free'...no wonder these kids are so active and hyper). But watch babies, and how they are soothed by cuddles, and how the simple back rubs to 'burp' them calms them down.
We all know this feeling...the effect that the gentle, comforting touch has on us.
(I emphasise on the word 'gentle'...for some of you out there are laughing now, I know. How come a claustrophobic person like me speak so glowingly about the power of a touch when I am jumpy when people come to close?)
Maybe let me put this into my perspective.
In my religion, it is 'frowned upon' and not permissible for the opposite genders to touch as long as there are no blood ties. So I am not propogating that.
This is what I think we should reflect upon.
I am glad, that my children, still enjoy their hugs and occasional kisses on the forehead as signs of affection...that they 'salam' (kiss the hand) of their Mama before they leave, and as they come home...for I feel respected.
I am happy that my children do reach out for my hand when we walk around, and now, lead me to cross the road...and throw spontaneous hugs in their way of saying thank you...for I feel appreciated.
I am glad that my hubby make me hook my arm on his...and that, to this day, we still are able to hold hands in public...for I feel loved.
I am grateful that my parents still ruffle my head, or run a hand down my face...for I feel blessed.
And in school, I am glad that on occasions, I am able to place a comforting hand on a shoulder,a high-five with one who has achieved success, or even hold someone's hands as I watch the tears fall...for I feel useful.
Family does come first you know...the people who matter most in your life.
So if you have read this, and understood...go and affirm the people who mean so much with you with the power of a touch...
Can you high 5 me? (and tag if you are done?)
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Touch Base
Touching Base
I have not written over the past few days. But this is not going to be a super-duper long entry.
The most important thing which took place this past week was about reconnecting with people...the past, and the present. I managed to take a break completely from school, and it did me a lot of good.
Monday was a day of remembrance. Almost a year ago, my husband, mum and I were among the millions of Muslims who performed our obligation of the Haj pilgrimage. It was a time of forgiveness seeking, and the atonement of our worldly sins. Never have I felt so small and humbled in the vast sea of humans.
Because the rayas have come close in December these past few years, Cik Yam would have turkey served for raya. I think only in Singapore are we able to find a fusion of food served on festive occasions. The big bird was more than enough to feed 5 families...complete with lip-smacking desserts like trifle and strawberry shortcake.
I went MIA from school at Aloha Changi. The view from Chalet D was fantastic, and we were blessed with cool but sunny weather. What a wonderful way to unwind, and get away from the madding crowd.
The icing on the cake was meeting my babies. (what happened to the class of 96?) But anyway, most of the people whose company I enjoy were there...lets see, I had 02,03,04,05,07,08 represented. It was a time to catch up with very nice people, and thanks for the many many chocolates I got (hahaha...all remembered my M&Ms)...and a special thanks to my Sky...for your concern.
But I must not forget the other people who have 're-entered' my life.
Facebook, has helped me to touch base with some of my 'lost' kids...so hello to the bunch to left such uplifting messages on my wall.
And of course,...my 'kakis' from ACJC. Thanks to Naz, now my students are able to see me as I was, a crazy teen, years ago. But...that's what friendship is all about...especially one that has endured and grown in strength through the years.
Pray for today
Dear God, Thank you for your blessings. I understand how important family and friendship ties can be, and how they are forged. I am thankful that in your Great Design, you have helped me to cross paths with so many others who have made my life very rich and fulfilling indeed. Ameen
I have not written over the past few days. But this is not going to be a super-duper long entry.
The most important thing which took place this past week was about reconnecting with people...the past, and the present. I managed to take a break completely from school, and it did me a lot of good.
Monday was a day of remembrance. Almost a year ago, my husband, mum and I were among the millions of Muslims who performed our obligation of the Haj pilgrimage. It was a time of forgiveness seeking, and the atonement of our worldly sins. Never have I felt so small and humbled in the vast sea of humans.
Because the rayas have come close in December these past few years, Cik Yam would have turkey served for raya. I think only in Singapore are we able to find a fusion of food served on festive occasions. The big bird was more than enough to feed 5 families...complete with lip-smacking desserts like trifle and strawberry shortcake.
I went MIA from school at Aloha Changi. The view from Chalet D was fantastic, and we were blessed with cool but sunny weather. What a wonderful way to unwind, and get away from the madding crowd.
The icing on the cake was meeting my babies. (what happened to the class of 96?) But anyway, most of the people whose company I enjoy were there...lets see, I had 02,03,04,05,07,08 represented. It was a time to catch up with very nice people, and thanks for the many many chocolates I got (hahaha...all remembered my M&Ms)...and a special thanks to my Sky...for your concern.
But I must not forget the other people who have 're-entered' my life.
Facebook, has helped me to touch base with some of my 'lost' kids...so hello to the bunch to left such uplifting messages on my wall.
And of course,...my 'kakis' from ACJC. Thanks to Naz, now my students are able to see me as I was, a crazy teen, years ago. But...that's what friendship is all about...especially one that has endured and grown in strength through the years.
Pray for today
Dear God, Thank you for your blessings. I understand how important family and friendship ties can be, and how they are forged. I am thankful that in your Great Design, you have helped me to cross paths with so many others who have made my life very rich and fulfilling indeed. Ameen
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Power of the Mind
The Power of the Mind
(for a dear sweet child)
This entry is for those who seem to be banging into walls each way you turn.
One of the hardest things to do is actually to be your own best friend.
We tend to be critical of everything, including ourselves at times.
As humans, we are not perfect...we are flawed.
But instead of giving up, and giving this as an excuse not even to try is not going to help us solve our problems. We need to believe in ourselves first...if we really want to make a difference. We must have that confidence to try, and go for the things we dream about.
It's ok to dream...But dreams must come with a purpose who that we can be motivated to take action as we pursue our goals. Sometimes, we are afraid to taking risks, and pull ourselves down. But how can be be afraid of failure when we have not even tried? We paralysed our hopes and aspirations when we think we cannot...
If you be your own best friend, you are able to do what best friends do for each other. You can be your own supporter, your cheerleader; and you can also stand back, and give yourself constructive feedback. We need to be able to evaluate our own strengths and weaknesses, and learn to accept criticism without thinking negatively.
I hope you remember that there is absolutely no one who goes through life without difficulties and worries. It is how you cope with your adversities that will make a difference.
Do you realise, that your most powerful organ, is your mind? As cliched as it may seem, may people believe in the power of the mind over the body. The body and spirit can take a beating, but the mind should be able to conquer...if you allow it to.
Hang in there...please.
Don't lose sight of what is truly meaningful in the life you are seeking.
Take care.
I will pray for you.
Love,
Mummy Dee
(for a dear sweet child)
This entry is for those who seem to be banging into walls each way you turn.
One of the hardest things to do is actually to be your own best friend.
We tend to be critical of everything, including ourselves at times.
As humans, we are not perfect...we are flawed.
But instead of giving up, and giving this as an excuse not even to try is not going to help us solve our problems. We need to believe in ourselves first...if we really want to make a difference. We must have that confidence to try, and go for the things we dream about.
It's ok to dream...But dreams must come with a purpose who that we can be motivated to take action as we pursue our goals. Sometimes, we are afraid to taking risks, and pull ourselves down. But how can be be afraid of failure when we have not even tried? We paralysed our hopes and aspirations when we think we cannot...
If you be your own best friend, you are able to do what best friends do for each other. You can be your own supporter, your cheerleader; and you can also stand back, and give yourself constructive feedback. We need to be able to evaluate our own strengths and weaknesses, and learn to accept criticism without thinking negatively.
I hope you remember that there is absolutely no one who goes through life without difficulties and worries. It is how you cope with your adversities that will make a difference.
Do you realise, that your most powerful organ, is your mind? As cliched as it may seem, may people believe in the power of the mind over the body. The body and spirit can take a beating, but the mind should be able to conquer...if you allow it to.
Hang in there...please.
Don't lose sight of what is truly meaningful in the life you are seeking.
Take care.
I will pray for you.
Love,
Mummy Dee
Monday, December 8, 2008
Another 'Kid' to Love
Another "Kid" to Love
Sigh...I did it again. There are no reasons why...and don't ask me how it happened.
I adopted another 'kid'...this time round, it is the 4-legged kind.
Most of you would know that I already have 3 Divas at home.
There is Holly, a beautiful silver tabby which I brought home from the SPCA. She has kohl-lined eyes, and is the kind of cat that thinks she owns me...not the other way round. Up to today, she is the Alpha Female, and insists that she eats atop the counter so that she is physically 'higher' in status than the other two.
Squicky and Queen came as a pair. They are pure-breeds, mind you, and yet, I did not pay a cent for them. I adopted them when they were given away by their owner. Squicky is a quirky smoky persian who has an indomitable sense of adventure. Sigh...I think I have spent a fortune on her collars...which somehow mysteriously disappear each time she leaves the house.
Queen is a mild-mannered Ragdoll with such a blur disposition that she has been dubbed "Duh Queen". She is manja, and loves to sleep under my neighbour's golf umbrella so that she is shielded while she 'suntans.' Despite her clueless personality, I think she is sneaky enough to get away with a lot of naughty things.
There is an uneasy treaty in the house...and clearly marked territories. Holly's kingdom basically is Zafran's bedroom, and conquers his bed. Queen loves my bed, while Squicky...sleeps wherever she pleases.
The 3 Divas...cannot stand each other, so they go out of their way to avoid each other.
So now how...
I have gotten Murphee...a snow-shoe Birman. Actually, she came as a set, with Bluebell, a grey american shorthair...but my sis decided to keep Bluebell. Their owner, actually loves them to bits, but she is very ill, and is unable to care for them. She was weeping quietly when we took her beloved cats away.
Will world war III break out in my home?
Stay tuned...(for I expect all hell to break loose when you have 4 'women' in the house).
Sigh...I did it again. There are no reasons why...and don't ask me how it happened.
I adopted another 'kid'...this time round, it is the 4-legged kind.
Most of you would know that I already have 3 Divas at home.
There is Holly, a beautiful silver tabby which I brought home from the SPCA. She has kohl-lined eyes, and is the kind of cat that thinks she owns me...not the other way round. Up to today, she is the Alpha Female, and insists that she eats atop the counter so that she is physically 'higher' in status than the other two.
Squicky and Queen came as a pair. They are pure-breeds, mind you, and yet, I did not pay a cent for them. I adopted them when they were given away by their owner. Squicky is a quirky smoky persian who has an indomitable sense of adventure. Sigh...I think I have spent a fortune on her collars...which somehow mysteriously disappear each time she leaves the house.
Queen is a mild-mannered Ragdoll with such a blur disposition that she has been dubbed "Duh Queen". She is manja, and loves to sleep under my neighbour's golf umbrella so that she is shielded while she 'suntans.' Despite her clueless personality, I think she is sneaky enough to get away with a lot of naughty things.
There is an uneasy treaty in the house...and clearly marked territories. Holly's kingdom basically is Zafran's bedroom, and conquers his bed. Queen loves my bed, while Squicky...sleeps wherever she pleases.
The 3 Divas...cannot stand each other, so they go out of their way to avoid each other.
So now how...
I have gotten Murphee...a snow-shoe Birman. Actually, she came as a set, with Bluebell, a grey american shorthair...but my sis decided to keep Bluebell. Their owner, actually loves them to bits, but she is very ill, and is unable to care for them. She was weeping quietly when we took her beloved cats away.
Will world war III break out in my home?
Stay tuned...(for I expect all hell to break loose when you have 4 'women' in the house).
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Oh Really?
Oh Really?
I want to share something I found quite interesting. After almost 20 years dealing with teenagers, I found out that there is something known as ODD.
Oppositional Defiance Disorder(ODD)...apparently is an 'illness' that inflicts teenagers. As you can guess from the name, teens who suffer from this ailment...wil simply go out of his/her way...to openly rebel, and go against whatever they do not agree with. In short, they are often confrontational, and needs to have life THEIR OWN WAY!
Oh my...
So it is now the easiest excuse to give whenever an angst-ridden, moody, melancholic,angry teen lashes out against whatever he thinks as 7$$@! toot ! toot!? It is bad enough sometimes having to hold my tongue, and skirting my way through explosive mood swings of some of the young minds I teach...But personally, I still feel that whatever terms you call it, one should never allow to throw explosive tantrums, and be outrightly rude just to suit his whims and fancies!
Years ago, I had a child...who I can really label as lazy, insolent and have no respect nor regard for authority. I pretty soon found out why: When I spoke to the indulgent mother...she was ... you tell me.
According to the mother...under no circumstance must SHE offend, or hurt his feelings. SHE had taken so long to conceive this child "sent from heaven", and...the temple medium had told her that he must be "treated like king"...as he was a "reincarnation of some HIGHER BEING!"...
What am I to say?...Excuse me for breathing in the same air, O mighty one?
Puhlez...
An appeal to parents:
Remember, all children are born with 'clean slates'. It is really up to you to mould, guide, teach, educate and raise them well. They do mirror your own actions...and the way they behave, sometimes, is a reflection of you. So think...and do the right thing.
I want to share something I found quite interesting. After almost 20 years dealing with teenagers, I found out that there is something known as ODD.
Oppositional Defiance Disorder(ODD)...apparently is an 'illness' that inflicts teenagers. As you can guess from the name, teens who suffer from this ailment...wil simply go out of his/her way...to openly rebel, and go against whatever they do not agree with. In short, they are often confrontational, and needs to have life THEIR OWN WAY!
Oh my...
So it is now the easiest excuse to give whenever an angst-ridden, moody, melancholic,angry teen lashes out against whatever he thinks as 7$$@! toot ! toot!? It is bad enough sometimes having to hold my tongue, and skirting my way through explosive mood swings of some of the young minds I teach...But personally, I still feel that whatever terms you call it, one should never allow to throw explosive tantrums, and be outrightly rude just to suit his whims and fancies!
Years ago, I had a child...who I can really label as lazy, insolent and have no respect nor regard for authority. I pretty soon found out why: When I spoke to the indulgent mother...she was ... you tell me.
According to the mother...under no circumstance must SHE offend, or hurt his feelings. SHE had taken so long to conceive this child "sent from heaven", and...the temple medium had told her that he must be "treated like king"...as he was a "reincarnation of some HIGHER BEING!"...
What am I to say?...Excuse me for breathing in the same air, O mighty one?
Puhlez...
An appeal to parents:
Remember, all children are born with 'clean slates'. It is really up to you to mould, guide, teach, educate and raise them well. They do mirror your own actions...and the way they behave, sometimes, is a reflection of you. So think...and do the right thing.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Make A Difference
Make A Difference
(Self-Reflection)
This year, the school decided to go MAD (not literally of course...though there were days when I thought I was heading for the loony-bin; but that is a different story).
M.A.D. - Make a Difference
This is the tagline that is quite commonly used by organisations and individuals all around the world. It is a call to everyone, to make, create and do any action, that will leave a positive impact on others.
"I am only one, but I am one.
I cannot do everything, but I can do something.
And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do."
- E.E.Hale -
As I take stock of the events of this year, I wonder how much I have really lived up to that line. Have I really made a difference...to something, or someone? I am not really sure, but I think I have tried. And though I do not know the impact my actions and deeds, I will take the opportunity to thank those who have MAD me.
This is my affirmation to all my unsung heroes...
My parents...whose guidance and support I cherish
My Hubby and kids...
My dearest friend, Faz,...who stood by me
My sis, Nanis...for keeping me sane
My mentor...have believing in me
and my kids...who helped me re-discover the purpose of vocation.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart,
for making a difference in my life.
Thank you, thank you , thank you.
(Self-Reflection)
This year, the school decided to go MAD (not literally of course...though there were days when I thought I was heading for the loony-bin; but that is a different story).
M.A.D. - Make a Difference
This is the tagline that is quite commonly used by organisations and individuals all around the world. It is a call to everyone, to make, create and do any action, that will leave a positive impact on others.
"I am only one, but I am one.
I cannot do everything, but I can do something.
And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do."
- E.E.Hale -
As I take stock of the events of this year, I wonder how much I have really lived up to that line. Have I really made a difference...to something, or someone? I am not really sure, but I think I have tried. And though I do not know the impact my actions and deeds, I will take the opportunity to thank those who have MAD me.
This is my affirmation to all my unsung heroes...
My parents...whose guidance and support I cherish
My Hubby and kids...
My dearest friend, Faz,...who stood by me
My sis, Nanis...for keeping me sane
My mentor...have believing in me
and my kids...who helped me re-discover the purpose of vocation.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart,
for making a difference in my life.
Thank you, thank you , thank you.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Grateful to be alive
Grateful to be Alive.
Instead of whining, complaining, venting and raving, today becomes a day to give thanks.
The heavy rain that fell...reminds me of how humid and hot it can get during dry spell.
The bland food I ate...reminds me of the article on how mothers cook tree barks to feed their hungry children.
The little discomfort I experienced...reminds me of how others suffer even more.
There are many grouses in life...
But they will always seem insignificant to the greatest gift God has given us...
Dear God...thank you for keeping me alive.
Instead of whining, complaining, venting and raving, today becomes a day to give thanks.
The heavy rain that fell...reminds me of how humid and hot it can get during dry spell.
The bland food I ate...reminds me of the article on how mothers cook tree barks to feed their hungry children.
The little discomfort I experienced...reminds me of how others suffer even more.
There are many grouses in life...
But they will always seem insignificant to the greatest gift God has given us...
Dear God...thank you for keeping me alive.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
A Memo from Mom
A Memo from Mom
(in response to "A Memo from your child" article)
A year ago, I posted the article "A memo from your child" (author unknown). Today, as a harried mum of three children (and many other special kids), I decided to write something in response [something like what they do on Youtube].
My dear children,
You have all grown up so fast. When you were younger, there were days when I wished that you would all be up and about, without me having to worry about night feeds and boo-boos. And I know, as I look at the mirror and see the wrinkles and grey hairs, I know that it is in my mind's eye that you are fixed at a certain age. So, since I will still always be your mum, here are some things I want you to remember.
1. Don't laugh at my views of things. I am not as narrow-minded and old-fashioned as
you think. I am strait-laced at times...because I care.
2. Don't think that I am too strict and rigid. I have to instil a sense of self-
discipline in you...so that you can live in a world of rules.
3. Don't think that I only know how to nag...worry more if I don't.
4. Don't shut me out of the things you do...for I still am very much a part of your
lives.
5. Don't laugh at my incompetencies to cope with the latest technologies...for you
are the product of a very different world from mine.
6. Don't give me 'heart attacks' by the impulsive and unexpected things you may find
exciting...I want to live long enough to see my grandchildren.
7. Don't compare me to the parents of your friends...Yes, they may have more money,
more freedom and more indulgences...but I have never said no unneccessarily.
8. Don't scoff at my values...these are the things I believe will keep you anchored
in turmultous times.
9. Don't think I will be forever 'young'...as you grow and spread your wings, I am
growing old too.
10.Do always remember that all (ok...almost all) of my actions towards are governed
by the fact that I want nothing, but the best for you.
I may have made many mistakes as a parent, and I may have stumbled along the way. I may not have made the right choices. But I am very clear on certain these 2 things.
I am very proud of all of you...and I will always love you.
Signed with Love,
Mama
(in response to "A Memo from your child" article)
A year ago, I posted the article "A memo from your child" (author unknown). Today, as a harried mum of three children (and many other special kids), I decided to write something in response [something like what they do on Youtube].
My dear children,
You have all grown up so fast. When you were younger, there were days when I wished that you would all be up and about, without me having to worry about night feeds and boo-boos. And I know, as I look at the mirror and see the wrinkles and grey hairs, I know that it is in my mind's eye that you are fixed at a certain age. So, since I will still always be your mum, here are some things I want you to remember.
1. Don't laugh at my views of things. I am not as narrow-minded and old-fashioned as
you think. I am strait-laced at times...because I care.
2. Don't think that I am too strict and rigid. I have to instil a sense of self-
discipline in you...so that you can live in a world of rules.
3. Don't think that I only know how to nag...worry more if I don't.
4. Don't shut me out of the things you do...for I still am very much a part of your
lives.
5. Don't laugh at my incompetencies to cope with the latest technologies...for you
are the product of a very different world from mine.
6. Don't give me 'heart attacks' by the impulsive and unexpected things you may find
exciting...I want to live long enough to see my grandchildren.
7. Don't compare me to the parents of your friends...Yes, they may have more money,
more freedom and more indulgences...but I have never said no unneccessarily.
8. Don't scoff at my values...these are the things I believe will keep you anchored
in turmultous times.
9. Don't think I will be forever 'young'...as you grow and spread your wings, I am
growing old too.
10.Do always remember that all (ok...almost all) of my actions towards are governed
by the fact that I want nothing, but the best for you.
I may have made many mistakes as a parent, and I may have stumbled along the way. I may not have made the right choices. But I am very clear on certain these 2 things.
I am very proud of all of you...and I will always love you.
Signed with Love,
Mama
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I Really don't want to know
I Don't Want to Know
I am sure that there are many things left unsaid...and not explained. Today was one of those days...No, let me rephrase that statement. Today something happened that made me really not want to know what is going on.
I have told you about 'the other side' of what I sit. My desk is partitioned in such a way, that I cannot see my 'neighbour'...Now, there is no one beside me physically. The last human occupant has moved.
Yet...
There is still something there.
The soft clicks of the keypads being typed on, the squeaks of the chair, the quiet, but heavy breathing sounds all suggest that there is somehow, someone...something there.
Last week, I went to check...In brought daylight, there was a tingle in my spine and I cautiously tried to find out the source of what had put all my senses on full alert. I saw nothing...But when E when to check minutes later, there was someone...Oh...ok...but I definitely did not see anything earlier.
And today...when the rain fell suddenly, there was lightning.
The power tripped...and immediately darkness fell over the room...but not quite.
The lights...at the other side...was still 'alive'...Great right?
No...not great...
How can the other lights, controlled by the same switch have tripped, and not that one?
We looked up at the sensor alarm...all the rest were dead...except for the one above mine...blinking red..at irregular intervals.
And even though the airconditioning had shut down...I was shivering (in fear? of cold?) All the hair had stood on ends..
It was definitely a signal that we had to leave...
I know the presence was kind enough not to let me grope in the darkness...but it was just too scary for me to stay...
Gulp...what more can I expect?
I am sure that there are many things left unsaid...and not explained. Today was one of those days...No, let me rephrase that statement. Today something happened that made me really not want to know what is going on.
I have told you about 'the other side' of what I sit. My desk is partitioned in such a way, that I cannot see my 'neighbour'...Now, there is no one beside me physically. The last human occupant has moved.
Yet...
There is still something there.
The soft clicks of the keypads being typed on, the squeaks of the chair, the quiet, but heavy breathing sounds all suggest that there is somehow, someone...something there.
Last week, I went to check...In brought daylight, there was a tingle in my spine and I cautiously tried to find out the source of what had put all my senses on full alert. I saw nothing...But when E when to check minutes later, there was someone...Oh...ok...but I definitely did not see anything earlier.
And today...when the rain fell suddenly, there was lightning.
The power tripped...and immediately darkness fell over the room...but not quite.
The lights...at the other side...was still 'alive'...Great right?
No...not great...
How can the other lights, controlled by the same switch have tripped, and not that one?
We looked up at the sensor alarm...all the rest were dead...except for the one above mine...blinking red..at irregular intervals.
And even though the airconditioning had shut down...I was shivering (in fear? of cold?) All the hair had stood on ends..
It was definitely a signal that we had to leave...
I know the presence was kind enough not to let me grope in the darkness...but it was just too scary for me to stay...
Gulp...what more can I expect?
Monday, December 1, 2008
It's the little things that matters
The Little Things that Matters
Today, is another day to count my blessings.
I finally took the time off from the other stuff to be with my children...and I am so happy that I did.
First stop was school...when I was given the cutest present ever. Thanks to my godsons, C & J, ...who told me that no matter what, I must wear and use what they have bought for me all the way from China. Yup, knowing how much I love turtles and tortises, I got a pair of He and She turtles slippers, and two more flippered ones which I have named Funky and Punky. (oh yes...I have forgiven you for kidnapping Zoom!)
Akmal love being with being two 'kor-kor' who..in some ways behave a little childishly like him. Zafran and Zarifah I guess, were more than happy to have the little one off their hands. we ate a nice meal at Swensons, being kept amused by the trio. (the food though, was a little bit over-rated).
Next stop...had to make Akmal's new EZ-link card for the nth time. Seriously...If his head not together with the rest of his body, I guess , it too would have mysteriously gone for a walk. We then went down to e-hub to decide whether we would want to bowl, or catch a movie. The bowling alley was so crowded, so we settled for Madagascar 2. It's not too bad on weekdays when the kids could have students rate, and I had the one for one movie promotion with the new Fairprice card.
It was great to be able to laugh...and unwind...and Moto-moto does really look familiar (hehehehehe). I guess I should have brought my glasses for it was only after the show that the migraine developed.
Next stop...Hei Sushi.
It never ceases to amaze me how Zafran loves raw fish and eel...Akmal can down tamago, while Iffah..., well, she prefers the tempura dishes. Well, they can eat a lot more if they go to Sushi King.
It has been a good day...and I am glad I got the time to reconnect with the kids. It makes everything seem oh so worthwhile.
Prayer for Today
Dear God...please help me make the right choices...and create beautiful memories with the kids...I thank you for the blessings of Life itself...and the joy of being with those whom I love. Ameen
Today, is another day to count my blessings.
I finally took the time off from the other stuff to be with my children...and I am so happy that I did.
First stop was school...when I was given the cutest present ever. Thanks to my godsons, C & J, ...who told me that no matter what, I must wear and use what they have bought for me all the way from China. Yup, knowing how much I love turtles and tortises, I got a pair of He and She turtles slippers, and two more flippered ones which I have named Funky and Punky. (oh yes...I have forgiven you for kidnapping Zoom!)
Akmal love being with being two 'kor-kor' who..in some ways behave a little childishly like him. Zafran and Zarifah I guess, were more than happy to have the little one off their hands. we ate a nice meal at Swensons, being kept amused by the trio. (the food though, was a little bit over-rated).
Next stop...had to make Akmal's new EZ-link card for the nth time. Seriously...If his head not together with the rest of his body, I guess , it too would have mysteriously gone for a walk. We then went down to e-hub to decide whether we would want to bowl, or catch a movie. The bowling alley was so crowded, so we settled for Madagascar 2. It's not too bad on weekdays when the kids could have students rate, and I had the one for one movie promotion with the new Fairprice card.
It was great to be able to laugh...and unwind...and Moto-moto does really look familiar (hehehehehe). I guess I should have brought my glasses for it was only after the show that the migraine developed.
Next stop...Hei Sushi.
It never ceases to amaze me how Zafran loves raw fish and eel...Akmal can down tamago, while Iffah..., well, she prefers the tempura dishes. Well, they can eat a lot more if they go to Sushi King.
It has been a good day...and I am glad I got the time to reconnect with the kids. It makes everything seem oh so worthwhile.
Prayer for Today
Dear God...please help me make the right choices...and create beautiful memories with the kids...I thank you for the blessings of Life itself...and the joy of being with those whom I love. Ameen
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