Showing posts with label Malaysia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malaysia. Show all posts

August 13, 2019

International Left Handers Day

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August 13 is International Lefthanders Day.

My mother is left handed. My second sister is left handed but to please teachers in school, my sister learned to use her right hand. Now she is almost 70 she is able to use both hands. She would have loved to use her left hand all her life.


I have had my struggle with teachers too when my two girls went to school. they are both left handed and they stay left handed. 

Left-handed people haven’t always been treated well throughout history. They’ve been persecuted for their disposition, being been labeled as evil – or even as witches – despite making up about 10% of the population. In fact, the word “sinister” comes from “left” or “left hand.” 

Research since the 1980s has found that our preference for our left or right hand is most likely determined before we are born – ultrasound screenings suggest as early as the eighth week of pregnancy. From the 13th week in the womb, babies tend to suck either their right or their left thumb.(source : Lindsay DodgsonBusiness Insider US ) 

The world is meant for right handers. Door knobs, silver ware on table settings, most knives,  and especially scissors.

I was dismayed when both my girls did badly in art because they could not use the right handers' scissors well. They were getting D's and were often hit by their teachers. I was glad that the wife of my former Principal, Mrs. KV Wiltshire sent a pair of left handers' scissors from Singapore to help them. I will always be grateful to her for her understanding and kindness.

Today both my left handed daughters are artistic and manage their life well. 30 years down the road, more and more people are becoming more aware of the needs of left handers. And many products have started to be made for left handers.

Happy LEFT Handers' Day.

June 14, 2019

Young Coconut Leaves

I live in a country with diverse cultures and I have plenty to learn all through my life.

However one intriguing feature of the Malays and the ethnic groups is their art which use leaves for example.

I did not really pay much attention to my friends when they made their rice dumplings or ketupat. So I never did learn my anyaman (weaving) Now in my old age, I am still intrigued by all the things they can make using the young coconut leaves or young shoots.

Each fasting month comes and goes. And I still haven't yet learned the art of making ketupat.

Young coconut leaves are pretty and their colours are beautiful. They are soft and lovely to use when making ketupat casings.Image result for daun kelapa for katupong



They can be used to weave baskets.Image result for daun kelapa

Make figurines of animals.
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May 29, 2019

The Last Historian of Malaysia : Prof E Khoo Kay Kim

Yesterday we received news that our beloved history professor, Dr. Khoo Kay Kim passed away, after a very short illness.
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The Young Khoo Kay Kim (KKK) and his family.

 As a retired English and History teacher I have great respect for him. When I was at the University of Malaya I attended some of his public lectures and was very inspired. I was then only 20 something.

For 32 years I taught what a BA (hons) trained teacher would teach, indeed a big range of subjects from Civics to Art, from History to English Literature. I taught British Constitution as well as Islamic History. When the school was short of Art teacher I taught simple Art to Form 2 students. I was even a relief teacher for Biology at one time, since the Principal OKAYED it for a month. With my language skills I was able to guide the students for a month. That was the life of a BA (Hons) graduate.

"You should be able to teach any Arts subject," the Principal said. But that was then. Now it is different.
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History was a killer subject for many years and in fact some schools did not even want to offer it because they want their results to be good.

Then not long ago, the government proposed that History must be made a compulsory subject.

These questions arose:
Very interesting that the government wants to make history a compulsory subject. Who will be the history teachers in this case? Or will any Tom Dick and Harry be allowed to teach history?

There are hardly any new historians! They might need thousands of people in order to implement the plan nationally..

TEN years ago, this article was published..........

1999

The Last Historian

Tue, 30 Nove 1999 08:00
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By Stephanie Sta Maria

FMT INTERVIEW PETALING JAYA: Tucked in a corner of the Arts Faculty in Universiti Malaya (UM) is a tiny office overrun by history books. Hardcovers, coffee table editions and paperbacks are either squeezed into bursting bookshelves or piled into tall towers around the room. Sheaves of papers lay in messy heaps, some in danger of toppling off a table that is already littered with stationery and a coffee cup.
    Professor Emeritus Dr Khoo Kay Kim sat behind this table, almost dwarfed by the surrounding disarray which he affectionately calls “organised chaos”.
    “I created this chaos... so I know where everything is,” he laughed as he swept an amused glance around the room. But even if he doesn't, there is always another place where he's guaranteed to find the information he seeks – in his mind.
    The 73-year-old Khoo knows Malaysian history like he lived each and every moment of it. A query on just about any historical event has him reeling off facts, figures and untold stories, deftly resurrecting the past in his audience's minds.
    One would imagine Khoo's retirement therefore to be laden with guest talks, mentoring sessions and research projects. Instead he has been rudely relegated to a relic himself.
    Students trawl through the hallways beneath him in blissful ignorance of his presence. One student sheepishly confessed to not being aware of a History Department on the campus or the location of the Arts Faculty.
    These days, Khoo conducts his own research in solitude for the most part in UM, interrupted only by the occasional visitor wanting either a donation or the answer to a painfully basic history question.
    “Very few students and faculty members come to seek my counsel,” he said matter of factly. “And I'm not asked to give any guest lectures. All my title has earned me is this room.”
Steady decline
UM, Malaysia's oldest university, is the only institution left in the country housing a History Department. But that status has done nothing for the department which has suffered a steady decline in both student and staff numbers.
    Where it once enjoyed an annual enrolment of 1,300 students in the 60s, only 400 have straggled through its doors over the last few years. Its faculty members are fewer than half of the 28 it used to have. To Khoo, the reason is starkly simple – Malaysians feel that history isn't important.
    “I did have a research project which I began two years ago though,” he recalled. “It was a study of Malaysia's cultural diversity. A year later it was terminated. The 'top people' had determined that such a study is – and I quote – not of fundamental importance.”
    He raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly as if underlining the absurdity of his statement. When asked whether he challenged this decision, he spread his hands resignedly.
    “Of course I did but what can you do?” he said. “My friends and I always talk about the tyranny of the majority. There are so few of us old people so really, what can I do except continue working on the project in a private capacity. But that won't be easy because my research won't be funded.”
    The careless dismissal of this commitment towards preserving Malaysian history elicits a deep sigh from Khoo, but what makes him really wince is listening to “utter nonsense” being said about the past. His voice tightened as he spoke of those who trotted out a history based on personal interpretations instead of proper research.
    “I can never understand that,” he said in bewilderment. “What has happened to today's generation? In my day, we were always told that any statements we made had to be logical and based on empirical evidence. These criteria apparently aren't necessary today.”
    “Bloggers especially talk absolute rubbish! They think they are very clever and that they have the right to say anything they want. We're getting more people like this who don't talk sense anymore. It isn't possible to debate with them.”
    “Don't talk about history unless you have done meticulous research. Otherwise, fact and fiction will merge like it is happening now.”
Be truly passionate
Khoo holds the current crop of history teachers responsible for this sacrilege. Their fixation on exam preparations, he said, rendered them unfit to teach a subject like history where understanding takes precedence over the automatic regurgitation of facts.
    He also underlined the urgent need for history teachers to be specially trained to understand history beyond the realm of school textbooks.
    “Hold special courses for them and rope in experienced teachers to run these courses,” he said. “And strive to get history teachers who are truly passionate about history. Those who teach for the sole purpose of exams are of no use.”
    At this point, Khoo leaned forward, his eyes bright. The proposal by Deputy Prime Minister Muhyiddin Yassin to make history a compulsory pass subject in the SPM by 2014 has greatly heartened him.
    “You don't know how I felt when he said that,” he said earnestly, pressing one hand to his chest. “For years I've been telling the government not to let history die. This move is so important.”
    “I get very frightened when I hear young people talk today. They are so ignorant of the past. And this leads them to blame the innocent. Like politicians who insist that the British brought the Chinese into Malaysia and caused trouble.”
    “But it was the Chinese tauke who brought in the Chinese. They don't even know that! And the non-Chinese have no idea that most Chinese in fact supported the national party and were anti-communists. This ignorance is what caused the racial riots of 1945.”
Nationality and ethnicity
Khoo, who has lived through two racial riots, spoke of his fear for the country's future if it stayed on this path. He predicted that the next generation would wrestle with an identity crisis brought on by their growing inability to differentiate between nationality and ethnicity.
    He categorically stated that when a person becomes a citizen of a particular country, his full loyalty should be directed towards that country. But Malaysians, he said, pledged their loyalty to their ethnicity instead.
    “In 1949, the British had already set up what was known as the Communities Liaison Committee in an effort to resolve ethnic problems,” he explained. “Then in 1950, they set up a Barnes Committee to study the education system to see how young people from different ethnicities could be brought together.”
    “After so many years we have still failed to do that. Why? Some people conveniently blamed the British for the practice of divide and rule. But I can prove to you that there was no such practice.”
    “The first English school in this country was the Penang Free School. Many assumed it was called that because the students didn't have to pay school fees but actually it was because any child from any ethnicity was free to enrol there.”
    Khoo observed that one fault of the British was the kindness they extended to the people of Malaya in granting them free rein to establish their position as citizens. This freedom eventually led to a strong Chinese influence which the British were unable to control.
    It was just before the war, Khoo said, when the High Commissioner wrote to the colonial office suggesting that the time had come to anglicise the Chinese. But then the war erupted and the idea was abandoned.
Real career
Khoo's fierce passion for history is a startling contrast to his childhood dream of being a professional footballer.
    “I really did harbour that dream!” he laughed. “Fortunately for me, there was no professional football team in the country and my friends persuaded me to pursue a 'real' career.”
    In his real career, Khoo himself made history by being the first lecturer of his department to use Bahasa Malaysia as a medium of instruction in 1965. At the time, this was considered a historic achievement by a non-Malay academician.
    He inadvertently made the History Department one of the pioneering departments in the university which only made Bahasa Malaysia the medium of instruction in 1983.
    But despite carving history and living through major historical events, many things still surprise him today. One of it is the younger generation's continuous obsession with change.
    “In those days we said yes to change if it was for the better and not just for the sake of doing things differently,” he said. “But the younger generation believes that if something has worked well for a long time, then it can't be used any longer and needs to be changed. And we have no idea where we are headed.”
    “People think history means appreciating the past for its own sake. But we study history in order to understand the present. History becomes meaningful when we observe society and its problems today, ask how we have become this way and search for answers in the past.”
    But that search may come to an end with Khoo for there is no successor waiting in the wings to step into his shoes. Even his previous post as Chair of Malaysian History remained vacant for years before being scrapped completely. This knowledge brings him a stab of anguish.
    “I am the last historian in the country,” he uttered. “And I couldn't influence anyone to be my successor. I have a very sad life.”





May 7, 2015

The Coliseum Cafe , KL

The old Colosium Cafe in Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman is a very special cafe for me. That was I had my best steak ever in 1971 with college mates. And we were served by waiters who wore white.

The white table cloth was starched stiff.







While there were many diners at lunch time, it was all very quiet.

My friends were all eager to have a taste of colonial food. But it also served Hainanese Chicken.

The waiter was very informative, seeing that we were like from out of town, with that look of someone who had probably come out of the bush.

But we did enjoy the lunch and we felt good we could spend a bit of our allowances from our scholarship money.

This cafe was originally for the Colonials who wanted a taste of their own western food and cold beer. Upstairs was a small hotel for government officers who came to KL for a night or two of city life.

there were original hooks or coat hangers and the walls were filled with old black and white photos.

This is one cafe that would draw me whenever I am in KL.

March 7, 2015

Song of Old Age, Zhuo Wenjun

Recently, The Song of Desert unveiled the MV for its theme song, titled “Poem of Old Age.”Image result for movie Chinese drama song of the desert



The song’s lyrics come from a poem by Han Dynasty poetess Zhuo Wenjun (卓文君), who was widowed at a young age and later eloped with poet Sima Xiangru (司馬相如). However, Sima gained much recognition during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, and he toyed with the idea of taking on a concubine. According to legend, Zhuo then wrote “Poem of Old Age” to condemn men for their fickle love.

Poem 1 
皚如山上雪,皓若雲間月。 
聞君有两意,故來相决絕。 
今日斗酒會,明旦溝水頭。 
躞蹀御溝上,溝水東西流。 
淒淒復淒淒,嫁娶不須啼。 
願得一心人,白頭不相離。 
竹竿何嫋嫋,魚尾何簁簁。 
男兒重意氣,何用錢刀為。
Poem 2
晴如山上雲,皎若雲間月。
聞君有兩意,故來相決絕。
平生共城中,何嘗斗酒會。 (The qin melody has 生平 . This line not in #1)
今日斗酒會,明旦溝水頭。
蹀踥御溝上,溝水東西流。
郭東亦有樵,郭西亦有樵。 (Not in #1)
兩樵相推與,無親為誰驕? (Not in #1)
淒淒重淒淒,嫁娶亦不啼;
願得一心人,白頭不相離。
竹竿何嫋嫋,魚尾何離簁,
男兒欲相知,何用錢刀為? (欲相知 was 重意氣 in #1)
如五馬噉萁,川上高士嬉。 (Not in #1)
今日相對樂,延年萬歲期。 (Not in #1)

Poem 1
Ai as the mountain snow, Hao Ruoyun between months.
Wenjun has two meaning , so to pull off phase .
Today Doujiu Council Mingdan ditch head .
Po Yugou on CDs , ditch water flow of things .
Desolately desolately complex , marriage does not have to cry .
Would like to have as one people, old age is not way off .
He curl bamboo , fish Ho Shaishai .
Heavy emotional man , how to use the money for a knife .
Poem 2
Partly as mountain clouds, bright Ruoyun between months.
Wenjun has two meaning , so to pull off phase .
A total of his life in town , why would Doujiu . (The qin melody has the life . This line not in # 1)
Today Doujiu Council Mingdan ditch head .
踥Yugou on CDs , ditch water flow of things .
GUO also firewood , Guo West also firewood . (Not in # 1)
Two -phase push and firewood , for whom no parental pride ? (Not in # 1)
Heavy desolately desolately , marriage nor cry ;
Would like to have as one people, old age is not way off .
He curl bamboo , fish from Ho Shai ,
For man to know each other , how to use a knife for the money ? ( To know each other was heavy emotional in # 1)
As five horses eat dichotoma , Kawakami Goldsmith play . (Not in # 1)
Today, relatively happy , long live sickness period. (Not in # 1)




The song “Poem of Old Age” is sung by Della Ding, who is known for performing drama soundtrack pieces. She previously lent her voice for the soundtracks of Bu Bu Jing Qing <步步驚情> and Prince of Lan Ling <蘭陵王>.

July 19, 2014

MH 17 and Vodka

Some people in Malaysia have suggested that we boycott Russian products, put up a protest at the Russian Embassy, etc. after news of MH17 reached us on Thursday night (17th July) What can we do? After such a tragedy, we must do what we have to do, bury the dead, give them an honorable send off and then tackle the aftermath.

There will be lots to do by the bereaved and most unfortunately some houses in Holland, Malaysia, Indonesia, Australia, would be empty.

I pray that the spirits of the victims would look upon us the living with kind eyes and may they rest in peace.

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I must say anything Russian, and also especially vodka, always remind me of Tolstoy. If he were alive today, he would not approve of all those missile firing anti peace soldiers.

Did the Russians make the first Vodka? No one really knows.
However the first production might have been in Poland in the 8th Century, or in the area of today's Russia in the 9th century according to different sources.

According to the Gin and Vodka Association, the first distillery was documented over three hudnred years laterat Khlynovsk (Vyatka Chronicle 1174)

sOME interesting Vodka quotes:

“This drink has a magical power. It strengthens the weak, and revives those who have fainted. Those tired after work and physical activity can return their life forces by this drink much sooner than by nourishment. … It works as a diuretic, an appetizer, an antitoxin.” – Carolus Linnaeus (18th-century physician documenting the effects of the drink)

“I would rather live in Russia on black bread and vodka than in the United States at the best hotels.” – Isadora Duncan

“I only drink to make other people seem more interesting.” – George Jean Nathan


“There are only two absolutes in life: friends and vodka. And the best times usually involve both” – Unknown

Having written all that, I must touch on Tolstoy, again, a pacifist and also a non alcoholic , who  had something to say about kindness.

"Nothing,' wrote Tolstoy, 'can make our life, or the lives of other people, more beautiful than perpetual kindness.”  ― Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project: Or Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun

mutton recipes   http://benodonoghue.com/recipes/meat/slow-roasted-mutton-with-vodka/

 pork recipes      http://www.yummly.com/recipes/pork-chops-with-vodka-sauce

steak      http://www.nigella.com/recipes/view/vodka-marinated-steak-111

June 13, 2014

A Malaysian Rose : Rose Chan and the Society of Planters 1974

1970 - Perhaps not so fresh faced from school, as I had taught for one year as temporary teacher, I went smacked into the KL city uni freshie life.

One exposure was to all the uni lingo - tiger shows, paper dolls, freshie, quickie,snake temple, don't snake lah, And then I was also given a peep to Chow Kit Road life (only as pillion rider of a small Honda cub), KL squatters, houses with mud floors, Bangsar flooded village people, Railway track quarters, and city beggars, and or course, Char Kwei Tiau, Wantan Mee,Hokkien Mee, and Yong Tou Foo...everything so UNFOOCHOW, and so UNSIBU.

I did not know that Hakka boys did not like the big elephant trunk like legs of Foochow girls, and I was really told right on my face that Foochow girls were very money faced!! Oh dear me, what was exactly money faced? I knew what it was like to have elephant trunk like legs. I was offended when the boys said my Indian girl friends had bamboo stick legs. Ouch, it was really painful to know what the boys thought of us. And we girls were put into categories like Red Spot, Open Shelves and
Cold Storage. Behind our backs we also heard words like torrid, frigid, and terror. But I would never know really what category I was put in. I sailed through the first year with an accident, a hike to Penang and back in one piece with a good friend (who is still my good friend), a few field trips and lots of photography, exposure to mainframe computers and drawing of maps (free hand of course).


Any way having said all that I began to have a kind of sad view of one particular person, whom I thought was really abused by  many in our so called civilized society - Rose Chan. It was at first just a small link. My name being Chang Yi, most guys, whom I have already forgotten by now, would laugh and ask, "Your aunty Rose Chan?" that started all my curiosity.

In Sarawak no one had actually heard(or pretended not to have heard) of Rose Chan, although in Malaya, she was a household name.

We had lots of Rose(s) and Rosie(s).










A book is now available in the book shops.


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that's my memory of Rose Chan


AND....

Some Oil Palm Planters would remember that because of ONE NIGHT she helped raise a great amount of money.


In 1974, she helped Johor branch of ISP Malaysia to raise funds for the Incorporated Society of Planters Building in Jalan Ampang. According to Mahbob Abdullah, the Johore Branch raised a substantial sum to this building with her help. The ISP did not have a building since its inception in 1919.(re:  http://www.focusmalaysia.my/Columns/Rose-Chan-and-the-Society-of-Planters, 2013 by Mahbob Abdullah)

   

IT is time for me to tell the story of the Incorporated Society of Planters, in which many executives are members in the planting industry and how one night the famous stripper Rose Chan came to help raise funds for its building.
The society had been without a home since it was formed in 1919, and from time to time it had talked about getting a building. But founders probably had other things on their mind, for it was reported that rubber prices had been erratic. From a high of $5 per lb that caused the rubber boom, in 1930 it dropped to 19.3 cents, and by 1932 it went as low as 7.01 cents. Many members lost their jobs. The society too had its share of troubles, as apart from not having a home, it also lost its executive secretary, a former planter C Ward-Jackson, who died of exposure in Riau while trying to escape from the Japanese soldiers in the Second World War.
The society was re-activated when the planters came back from the war, or from POW camps.
Yet the society did not own a building.
I joined the society in 1965 and by 1974 I was its national chairman. I remember the first time I led a delegation of council members to meet the employers to ask for improved benefits. The committee on the other side sat stony-faced, while only one person spoke. We got nothing. I left the room feeling very small. When I got back to the estate where I was manager and faced my own union leaders, they must have been wondering why I smiled non-stop and poured tea for them. Now they know what made that change.
But when I went again with my committee to ask about buying a building, I had a better reception. The person who helped the most was Gordon McCulloch, a planting adviser with Barlow Boustead, who was a past chairman. He was a formidable figure and greatly respected. The employers gave their undertaking that they would provide half the funds if we could raise the other half. We found a two-storey house at Jalan Taman U Thant in Ampang, with ample ground for parking, and it cost a big sum of RM500,000. We got a loan from Hongkong Bank, and then raised the money to repay it while the employers kept their word and paid their part.
Raising the funds was done by the branches through the country. I was often invited to the dinners and there would be speeches, dancing, and auctions of drinks and hampers, and then we would go home. But it was in the North Johor branch that I had the most trepidation. I found that the committee had called Rose Chan the famous stripper to come and do her thing after dinner.


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IT is time for me to tell the story of the Incorporated Society of Planters, in which many executives are members in the planting industry and how one night the famous stripper Rose Chan came to help raise funds for its building.
The society had been without a home since it was formed in 1919, and from time to time it had talked about getting a building. But founders probably had other things on their mind, for it was reported that rubber prices had been erratic. From a high of $5 per lb that caused the rubber boom, in 1930 it dropped to 19.3 cents, and by 1932 it went as low as 7.01 cents. Many members lost their jobs. The society too had its share of troubles, as apart from not having a home, it also lost its executive secretary, a former planter C Ward-Jackson, who died of exposure in Riau while trying to escape from the Japanese soldiers in the Second World War.
The society was re-activated when the planters came back from the war, or from POW camps.
Yet the society did not own a building.
I joined the society in 1965 and by 1974 I was its national chairman. I remember the first time I led a delegation of council members to meet the employers to ask for improved benefits. The committee on the other side sat stony-faced, while only one person spoke. We got nothing. I left the room feeling very small. When I got back to the estate where I was manager and faced my own union leaders, they must have been wondering why I smiled non-stop and poured tea for them. Now they know what made that change.
But when I went again with my committee to ask about buying a building, I had a better reception. The person who helped the most was Gordon McCulloch, a planting adviser with Barlow Boustead, who was a past chairman. He was a formidable figure and greatly respected. The employers gave their undertaking that they would provide half the funds if we could raise the other half. We found a two-storey house at Jalan Taman U Thant in Ampang, with ample ground for parking, and it cost a big sum of RM500,000. We got a loan from Hongkong Bank, and then raised the money to repay it while the employers kept their word and paid their part.
Raising the funds was done by the branches through the country. I was often invited to the dinners and there would be speeches, dancing, and auctions of drinks and hampers, and then we would go home. But it was in the North Johor branch that I had the most trepidation. I found that the committee had called Rose Chan the famous stripper to come and do her thing after dinner.


For the full story, please subscribe to Focus Malaysia.
- See more at: http://www.focusmalaysia.my/Columns/Rose-Chan-and-the-Society-of-Planters#sthash.WYQl1yVF.dpuf
T is time for me to tell the story of the Incorporated Society of Planters, in which many executives are members in the planting industry and how one night the famous stripper Rose Chan came to help raise funds for its building.
The society had been without a home since it was formed in 1919, and from time to time it had talked about getting a building. But founders probably had other things on their mind, for it was reported that rubber prices had been erratic. From a high of $5 per lb that caused the rubber boom, in 1930 it dropped to 19.3 cents, and by 1932 it went as low as 7.01 cents. Many members lost their jobs. The society too had its share of troubles, as apart from not having a home, it also lost its executive secretary, a former planter C Ward-Jackson, who died of exposure in Riau while trying to escape from the Japanese soldiers in the Second World War.
The society was re-activated when the planters came back from the war, or from POW camps.
Yet the society did not own a building.
I joined the society in 1965 and by 1974 I was its national chairman. I remember the first time I led a delegation of council members to meet the employers to ask for improved benefits. The committee on the other side sat stony-faced, while only one person spoke. We got nothing. I left the room feeling very small. When I got back to the estate where I was manager and faced my own union leaders, they must have been wondering why I smiled non-stop and poured tea for them. Now they know what made that change.
But when I went again with my committee to ask about buying a building, I had a better reception. The person who helped the most was Gordon McCulloch, a planting adviser with Barlow Boustead, who was a past chairman. He was a formidable figure and greatly respected. The employers gave their undertaking that they would provide half the funds if we could raise the other half. We found a two-storey house at Jalan Taman U Thant in Ampang, with ample ground for parking, and it cost a big sum of RM500,000. We got a loan from Hongkong Bank, and then raised the money to repay it while the employers kept their word and paid their part.
Raising the funds was done by the branches through the country. I was often invited to the dinners and there would be speeches, dancing, and auctions of drinks and hampers, and then we would go home. But it was in the North Johor branch that I had the most trepidation. I found that the committee had called Rose Chan the famous stripper to come and do her thing after dinner.


For the full story, please subscribe to Focus Malaysia.
   
- See more at: http://www.focusmalaysia.my/Columns/Rose-Chan-and-the-Society-of-Planters#sthash.30xhKyhL.dpuf

May 13, 2014

Sunflower Oil in Malaysia

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Lam Soon's Sunflower oil


the Halal chop is very important in Malaysia for without it the Muslims will not buy the cooking oil.

When I was travelling in Fujian I came across a lot of sunflower fields and fellow Focchow farmers were harvesting the flowers which will later be processed into sunflower oil.

Besides sunflower seeds, the Foochows also plant lots of canola (yiu chai) and tea flower. So making cooking oil at home has been a traditional home industry for many centuries.

My maternal grandmother used to tell us how fragrant it was in the village in Keh Tou Buoh (her village) when the villagers started to press oil from the various kinds of seeds. She said the most important oil was from the tea flower (which was also medicinal). The oil from yiu chai was common and easier to press.

Sunflower oil was very tasty too.

April 17, 2014

Family's Grieve, Malaysia's Loss

Malaysia lost one of her greatest sons, Karpal Singh.












We must not forget how he impacted the lives of Malaysias for more than 50 years by being the Fearless Tiger of Jelutong.

If only we can all uphold our country's Constitution at all times.

Rest in peace, dear borderless and fearless Hero.














September 27, 2013

Sg. Buloh - Former Leper Colony now Green Lungs



In the early years of the 20th Century, Malayan lepers were sent to Pangkok Lau and Pular Jerejak, where they could live in isolation.

In Sarawak, those afflicted with leprosy were sent to the Charles Brooke Memorial Hospital to live with other fellow lepers. Many who died were buried in the small graveyard next to the hospital.

Leprosy has been a feared disease.Image may contain: grass, outdoor and nature

However since the 1950's leprosy has become treatable.

The lepers who used to live in Sg. Buloh, a leper settlement, have been growing vegetables and flowers, and especially orchids.

Today Sg. Buloh has a reputable horticultural business and indeed it is considered a horticultural hub.Image may contain: plant, tree, outdoor and nature

It is a place for many gardeners and garden loving people to visit.

People no longer look at Sg. Buloh as a place where lepers can be found.









March 7, 2013

The Wet Look

In the 70's there were lots of parties, balls, informals and formals to attend in the capital city of Kuala Lumpur.
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It was a good shirt to wear for a cool party..







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And the slimmest of the girls would wear the wet look (soft leather) stretch pants, following Oliva Newton John's fashion in "GREASE"

This was the REAL RAGE of those varsity days, when many free spirits were creating music, dance, plays etc. then after 1974 every thing creative was put to a stop.

Muslim girls had to wear their head cover (tudung) and university parties stopped.

University education changed its character, schools became very controlled by politicians. Literary progress almost came to a stand still. Many literati left Malaysia to go elsewhere. Some historians also left the various campuses.


November 14, 2012

Burfi


Kaju Katli-Kaju (Cashew) Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe


Preparation time: 5 minutes 
Cooking time: 15 minutes 
Makes 12 pieces

Ingredients:
1 cup of raw cashew nuts 
1/2 cup of sugar 
1/2 cup of water 

How I Made It:

1. Measure out the cashew nuts. They need to be raw and dry, so if you have refrigerated the nuts, make sure you leave them out for a while and dry with a kitchen towel.
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
2. Grind the cashew nuts in your small mixie jar. I powdered them coarsely but you can make it a fine powder too. Just take care not to make it a paste. The powder needs to be dry so pulse slowly until it's powdered.
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
3. Lightly roast the powdered cashew nuts in very low heat. Don't overdo this, or you will get a paste. I roasted it for about a minute or so. Turn off heat.
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
4. To prepare the sugar syrup, add the sugar to the water and bring to a rolling boil.
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
Continue boiling the sugar syrup until it reaches the one-string consistency. It took me about 7 mins to reach this but the time will depend on the heat you use. To check if it's ready, take a small amount of the sugar syrup on the back of a spoon, take a bit with your finger tip and check between the index finger and thumb. If the sugar syrup is sticky and extends into a string, it's done!
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
5. Immediately pour into the pan with the roasted cashew nut powder and mix gently until well combined. Take a small amount and see if you are able to roll it into a soft ball. If you are, then it's ready. Otherwise, cook for a bit longer.
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
6. When the right consistency is reached, remove from fire and pat into a greased (with butter or ghee) plate or tray.
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
7. Once it cools, cut into desired shape. Diamond is the norm so I (tried to, anyway) did the same.
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe
Yummy homemade kaju katli / cashew burfi is ready for Diwali.
Kaju Katli-Kaju Burfi-Cashew Burfi-Diwali Sweets Recipe

This is an easy Diwali sweet recipe you can use to make your sweet ahead of time. Kaju Katli keeps well in an airtight container at room temperature for 5-6 days. 

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