Greetings to all those
who celebrate Mooncake Festival
which falls on 15th day of 8th month in Lunar Calender
(Aug 22, 2010 this year)
a Happy Prosperous Mid Autumn Festival
中秋節快乐！
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
"We are Malaysian lah!"
Happy Merdeka Day, folks!!! Indeed, I am proud to be Malaysian!!!
Extracted these cartoon images from The Star @ August 31, 2010.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
"Cranky Old Man"
Stumbled across this poem and would like to share this with you:
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.....they must be felt by the heart.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in country N.S.W, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . .. . . .What do you see?
What are you thinking ..... . . . ... when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . ... .. . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food ... .. . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . .. 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . .. . . . . . . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not .. . . . . . . .. . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .. .. .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . .. . . .... . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . ..... .. . . . you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . ..... . .. .. . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . ... ... . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . ... . .. . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . . . .... . . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . . . .. ... . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . ... . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. . . . . . that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . ... . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . .. . . .. .. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . . . With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. . .. . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . . . . . . to see I don't mourn..
At Fifty, once more, . . ... . . .... ....Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . .... . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . .... . . . ... . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . . . . .... . . . . .. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . ...... .. . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . .. .... .. . . . . . and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age .. .... .. . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. . . .... ..... . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone .. . .... . .. .. . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass.. .. . .. a young man still dwells,
And now and again . . ... . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . .. . . .. . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years . all too few . . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . .. . . . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man. Look closer . . . . see . . . . . .... . ME!!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM:
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . .. . . .What do you see?
What are you thinking ..... . . . ... when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . ... .. . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food ... .. . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . .. 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . .. . . . . . . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not .. . . . . . . .. . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .. .. .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . .. . . .... . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . ..... .. . . . you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . ..... . .. .. . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . ... ... . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . ... . .. . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . . . .... . . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . . . .. ... . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . ... . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. . . . . . that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . ... . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . .. . . .. .. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . . . With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. . .. . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . . . . . . to see I don't mourn..
At Fifty, once more, . . ... . . .... ....Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . .... . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . .... . . . ... . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . . . . .... . . . . .. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . ...... .. . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . .. .... .. . . . . . and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age .. .... .. . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. . . .... ..... . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone .. . .... . .. .. . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass.. .. . .. a young man still dwells,
And now and again . . ... . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . .. . . .. . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years . all too few . . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . .. . . . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man. Look closer . . . . see . . . . . .... . ME!!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM:
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.....they must be felt by the heart.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
What Ghandi said:
what you think
what you say, and
what you do
are in harmony!"
- Mahatma Ghandi
Friday, August 6, 2010
Papa knows best?
Read something interesting recently:
"At the age of 5, daddy knows everything.
At age 10, daddy knows a lot.
At age 15, daddy knows nothing.
At age 25, daddy knows a little bit.
At age 35, daddy knows a lot.
At age 45, I wish I could ASK my dad. He knew everything!"
Let's share this wisdom with all our children, all teenagers, and us as parents!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
School Revisit - Down to Memory Lane
Went back to the school premises during the 104th school reunion dinner after some 32+ years. Visited our beloved classrooms, school halls, Interact Club room, ...etc that evening. Here are some photos taken ... enjoy the journey thru the time tunnel...!
Grd Floor Lobby
School Hall
Classroom (5ScienceII)
Classroom corridor walkway view
(Menara Maybank at background)
Another corridor view
Our beloved School Hall & Stage
103 tables for School's 104th Birthday Bash
There was so much of passion, dedication and enthusiasm from former students, and lots of fund raising activities and collected too! What a wonderful night!!!!
For some of us, it was probably the first or 2nd visit after leaving school 32 years ago! What a wonderful feeling especially when some of us sat on the same seats in the same classrooms after all these years (private side activities!)!
For those who have missed this event last night, do watch out for the one next year! Do not miss out again!
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