Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Casual Photo shooting in London James + Christine

I knew this couple since I was in my secondary school. I remember I once saw them together when we went to a gathering in the year of 2005/2006. Both of them seems like a couple to me but not too sure whether they are really together. Well what most important now I've got to know that they are getting married soon. That's really a good news to all of us. Congratulations James + Christine and hope you do like all these photos.

I photograph them in London from Trafalgar Square to the London Big Ben then we went to The National History Museum and back to St. James Park.




















Friday, June 08, 2012

Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang


"Hi I am Nanny McPhee, small "c" and a capital "P""

Haha...I quite like the way she introduce herself; short and easy to remember.

Movie: Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang

Haha another interesting and entertaining movie I've seen ever since the last one in 14th March 2010 and it's almost 2 years ago...

When I picked this movie from the movie list I knew its a children movie, you think its children's movie too? Let's see...as I watched it further I actually changed my mind and I shall defined this movie as a very inspirational movie especially for parents, children educator or a nanny :) instead of only for children.

When I see Nanny McPhee she gave me a feeling..."Ewwh...who is she?" She look like a witch but instead of dislike her I can't' believe that this witchy woman actually motivates me. I love the way she work when she says,

"There is something you should understand about the way I work.
When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay.
When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go. It's rather sad, really, but there it is."

Somehow a thought came to my mind, that's exactly how parents should be when they are with their children.

When she says

"When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay"

When our children are still young, sometimes they DO NOT LIKE the way we discipline them but we MUST to stay with them in order to guide them through life until they are big enough to realize what is good and what is bad.

"When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go."

Children grew up they started to realize how precious is their parent and they begin to miss them when they are afar but as they found their soul mate or move on with their life they need to stay apart. It's rather sad, but there it is.

The above quote tells me exactly the relationship of a parent and their children and I also realize that we must cherished the time which our parents spent on us giving us lifetime guidance.

There are five lessons which Nanny McPhee need to teach the children, these five lessons are


  • Lesson #1: To stop fighting - Upper wart disappears
  • Lesson #2: To share - Lower wart disappear
  • Lesson #3: To work together - Unibrow disappears
  • Lesson #4: To be brave - Hair changes from gray to brown
  • Lesson #5: To have faith - Snaggle tooth disappears
You must be wondering why imperfection keep disappearing from Nanny McPhee, well why not try and watch this show and I am sure you will love it.

Haha as a kindergarten teacher I really hope that I can have that Big Bang sometimes. 


Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Singapore Night Safari

We arrived at Singapore on the Wednesday, 30th Nov 2011 and it's already 3pm. We decided to rest in the hotel and visit Night Safari later at night. This is our first time visit to the Night Safari and it left us a very good impression and memory. Good service they have there. Good job to all the polite Night Safari-ans who guided us throughout the visit.

Thanks to the rain in the afternoon, We got to enjoy cooling night breeze. We watched all the show of that night, then we went for the tram ride and strolled in the park before heading back home. I didn't manage to capture any photos of animals as we are not allowed to use flash phototgraphy during the visit.


We had our dinner at the Night Safari's Bongo Restaurant.




After dinner, we proceed our journey to the first show of the night - FIRE SHOW










Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Selangor Royal Gallery

Its been 6 years I lived in Klang, I have been driving pass this building almost every week but I don't even know what the building known as. Until today, finally I have stepped in and just realized it is so well maintain and it has a very historical structure. This is the "Selangor Royal Gallery, Malaysia" which is located nearby "Little India" in the centre of Klang city.
On that cooling morning, we were enjoying ourselves strolled in the park before entering the building. Everything were so mesmerizing.....below are the few photos I have snapped and would like to share with you. Feel free to visit and I am sure it can be a very educational trip for you and your family.
We are Malaysian, we must know our history.











Sunday, March 14, 2010

I chose "This" instead of the famous movie AVATAR

Last night I was well enough, as in I eat and I didn't throw out and my tummy is ok so I don't need to lay down all the time to keep myself comfortable from the nausea I had lately. So I took this opportunity to stay up late today to watch the popular movie AVATAR..Why the director of Avatar didn't win the Oscar. Why people care that he didn't win..he must have directed a very good movie. Wow this should be a good movie to watch (Yeah I realised I'm abit outdated)I don't want to miss it so I grabbed the movie "AVATAR" from my bro in law, and at the same time I saw this movie "My Sister's Keeper" in his movie folder. Well the title doesn't really attracted me that much (coz I heard nobody talk about it?) Hrm...somehow something telling me I need to watch this movie.

I copied both movies to my desktop and returned the hard disk to him. Here I come back to my room and its time for movie girl..hrm Avatar is a good movie should I keep it for the last...hrm yeah always keep the best for the last huh? Yes..let's watch "My Sister's Keeper" first.

MY SISTER'S KEEPER




From the start I keep hearing Anna's voice as if she is complaining about her rights, she who was born with the purpose to save her sister, Kate who is suffering from Leukemia. Anna was created genetically to suits her sister needs from blood to organs in her body. Since she was a newborn doctors started to take her blood and it continues erm I think until her sister is well from Leukemia...but when I continue to watch this movie I found out the story isn't the way you sees it....

Hrm this questions actually pops up in my mind while I'm watching..what if I'm one of them? What would you do if you are one of them? If u were Anna, what would you do? If you were Brian will you agree with the doctor? If you were Sara do you think it's wrong to bring Anna to this world and let her do all just to save Kate? Is Sara wrong to try her best to keep Kate's alive and fight everything for her?

I would have regret if I never watch this movie My Sister's Keeper. From this movie I learnt but from AVATAR I was just entertained. My Sister's Keeper gave me a lifetime values and taught me how to live my life....for me My Sister's Keeper is a good movie. Hrm I guess My Sister's Keeper save more lives than AVATAR huh? Avatar kills some watchers...whoops..sorry Avatar lovers.. And in my heart the story teller of My Sister's Keeper is the Oscar winner :)
Jodi Picoult Thanks so much for writing such a good story and share it with us and the whole world. God bless you...

This movie does not win the Oscar but you will never realized such movie have saved many lives and how many people lives it changed...Maybe if you have the time to watch this it might changed your life too? Its a good movie...



Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Have you heard the story of this 25 year old man?

Dear All,

Pls read on.

One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train. Train is about to leave the station. All the passengers are settling down into their seats. As the train started the young man was filled with alot of joy and curiosity. He was sitting on the window side. He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. He shouted, "Papa see all the trees are going behind". Old man smile and admired his son's feelings. Beside the young man one couple was sitting and listing all the conversation between father and son. They were little awkward with the attitude of the 25 years old man behaving like a small child.

Suddenly the young man again shouted, "Papa see the pond and animals. Clouds are moving with the train". Couple was watching the young man in embarrassingly. Now its start raining and some of water drops touches the young man's hand. He is filled with joy and he closed his eyes. He shouted again," Papa it's raining, water is touching me, see papa". Couple couldn't help themselves and ask the old man. Why don't you visit the Doctor and get your son treated. Old man said," *Yes, We were from the hospital. Today my son got his eyes for the first time in his life".*

Moral of the story is;*

**We must not come to any conclusion until we know all** the** facts"*

learn from the past, live in the present and work for the future.


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Friday, February 05, 2010

DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?

This is a very good article. Those who are still single may learn something from here...
Those who are already married may take it as a guideline to improve your marriage & relationship ...

DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?

During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, 'How do I know if I married the right person?'
I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, 'It depends. Is that your husband?'
In all seriousness, she answered 'How do you know?'

Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.

Here's the answer.
EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse / partner . You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies (unconventional behavior/habit).

Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience.
You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called 'falling' in love... Because it's happening TO YOU .

People in love sometimes say, 'I was swept of my feet.' Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU .

Falling in love is easy . It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria (excitement) of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship . Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies , instead of being cute, drive you nuts.

The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, 'Did I marry the right person?'
And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else.
This is when marriages breakdown . People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.

Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious.
But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.

But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it.
I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else.
You could.

And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):

THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't 'find' LASTING love. You have to 'make' it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression 'the labor of love.' Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM . You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.

Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.

Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships.
Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger.
It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can 'make'love .

Love in marriage is indeed a 'decision'... Not just a feeling.

Remember this always :

'God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.'



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Tuesday, February 02, 2010

An article worth reading -LIFE

Nice article - Anita

This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed. Here goes...

My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet. "In those days," he told me when he was in his 90s, "to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it."

At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: "Oh, bull----!" she said. "He hit a horse."

"Well," my father said, "there was that, too."

So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941Dodge, the VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none.

My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines , would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together.

My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none. "No one in the family drives," my mother would explain, and that was that.

But, sometimes, my father would say, "But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we'll get one." It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us would turn 16 first.

But, sure enough , my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown.

It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less became my brother's car.

Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father, but it didn't make sense to my mother.

So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father's idea. "Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?" I remember him saying more than once.

For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps -- though they seldom left the city limits -- and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.

Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage.

(Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.)

He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin's Church. She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home.

If it was the assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests "Father Fast" and "Father Slow."

After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: "The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored."

If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, "Do you want to know the secret of a long life?"

"I guess so," I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre.

"No left turns," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"No left turns," he repeated. "Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic.

As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn."

"What?" I said again.

"No left turns," he said. "Think about it. Three rights are the same as a left, and that's a lot safer. So we always make three rights."

"You're kidding!" I said, and I turned to my mother for support. "No," she said, "your father is right. We make three rights. It works." But then she added: "Except when your father loses count."

I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing.

"Loses count?" I asked.

"Yes," my father admitted, "that sometimes happens. But it's not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again."

I couldn't resist. "Do you ever go for 11?" I asked.

"No," he said " If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put off another day or another week." My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in 1999, when she was 90.

She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102.

They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom -- the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.)

He continued to walk daily -- he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died.

One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news.

A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, "You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred." At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, "You know, I'm probably not going to live much longer."

"You're probably right," I said.

"Why would you say that?" He countered, somewhat irritated.

"Because you're 102 years old," I said..

"Yes," he said, "you're right." He stayed in bed all the next day.

That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night.

He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said:
"I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet"

An hour or so later, he spoke his last words:

"I want you to know," he said, clearly and lucidly, "that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have."

A short time later, he died.

I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long.

I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life, Or because he quit taking left turns. "

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
So love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the one's who don't.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a chance,take it & if it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it."

ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRY DATE...!








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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Recipe for Ulu Yam Loh Mee






Soup
Chicken/anchovies
5 cloves of smashed Garlics
(depend on ur taste I put more coz the aroma of the garlic make it taste better)
boil ur chicken bones or anchovies to get the stock for the soup.

Ingredients
Hokkien mee or yellow noodle
5 cloves of garlic chop fine
Sliced chicken fillet/pork
Prawn
Fish cakes cut sliced
Choy sam
1 egg beaten
Corn/tapioca starch
3 teaspoon of oil
Oyster sauce
Light Soy sauce
Salt
5 teaspoon of Black/thick soy sauce
(preferable Malaysia made hehe thick enough so don't nd to put too much else too sweet not nice)
Black vinegar when serving

1. Unpack your Hokkien mee or yellow noodle boil in the boiling water for 30 seconds. Then put aside to drain the water.

2. Heat up your pot, pour in oil and fried the chopped garlic till golden brown

3. Then put in the fish cakes, chicken or pork, stir fried till almost cook then put in the prawn

4. Pour in the soup you have boiled just now and wait till it boil.

5. Now put in the seasonings-oyster sauce, light soy sauce, salt and black/thick soy sauce - based on ur own preference taste.

6. Boil the soup for a while then put in the choy sam and the mee. Boil for 2-3 minutes.

7. Mix cold water with corn/tapioca starch. Depend on ur own preference you want it thick or not too thick. Loh mee suppose to be sticky. Pour in the mixture little by little into the soup and stir it. Boil for a while.

8. Then pour in the beaten egg little by little but don't stir it this time. Let it boil for 1-2 minute.

9. Then is ready to serve. Serve it with black vinegar and fried pork fat (zu Yao za). Some chilli padi in light soy sauce for dipping.

Friday, January 08, 2010